Chapter 6
Paul was engaged in the intriguing task of determining if the twins were identical down to the last freckle, as they claimed. Since the two girls on the bed with him were both naked, there were a great many freckles to compare. He, just as naked, was lying on his back, his left hand behind his head. He would pick out a freckle on the girl on his right, try to memorize its location, then turn to the girl on his left and try to locate the corresponding freckle. The girls lay on their sides flanking him, their soft, warm breasts pressing against him. They each had a smooth, sleek leg over one of his muscular thighs.
He picked out a freckle on Pamela's right breast, an inch from her nipple and turned to look for the corresponding dot on Patty's. Or it might have been Patty's freckle he was trying to find on Pamela's breast. He was no longer quite sure. The hand pumping his penis slowly and excitingly was making it hard for him to concentrate on which girl was which. The fact that there was also a warm hand curled fondly around his balls further complicated things.
He had met the twins at a bar not far from his apartment. His opening line had been a question about whether they were really identical twins. It had led straight to this. He was at their apartment, spread out on their king-sized bed.
Having lost track of the freckle he was searching for, Paul turned back to find another one. The twin holding his cock leaned forward and her warm, soft lips came down on his. Her tongue pried delicately into his mouth as she continued to milk his cock. His lust boiled higher as her sister gently squeezed his testicles. The girl he was kissing tasted vaguely of. Manhattans. That meant, he decided, that he was kissing Pamela, since Patty had had a Collins.
Experimentally, he broke the kiss, and turned his head. His lips met those of the girl on his left, and he pressed his tongue into her unresisting mouth. His pulse was racing. He detected the unmistakable scent of gin on her. He broke that kiss and poked her with his finger. "You're Patty."
"Wrong," the girls chorused, then giggled.
"You're Pamela, then," Paul said, taking the opportunity to press and massage her full, bountiful breast. He thumbed her nipple and felt her grip on his balls tighten.
"Uh huh," she agreed breathily.
"Maybe we feel different," Patty suggested. "Maybe you could tell us apart that way."
Paul slid his left hand out from under his head, and reached over and cupped his fingers around Patty's breast. He was still massaging Pam's. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the feel of the two warm mounds, the hard pert rubberiness of the nipples. He was reminded of the game where you cross your fingers and put a marble between them, and it feels like two marbles. His arms were crossed over his chest, his left hand curled around the breast of the girl on his right, and vice versa.
"No difference there," he reported.
"There's lots more of us," one of them pointed out.
He felt scratchy pussies rub excitingly on his upper thighs as both girls squirmed.
Releasing their breasts, he uncrossed his arms and slid his hands down their bellies, feeling the warm satin roundness of their soft curves. They were lushly curved, with bountiful, generous breasts, and full, fertility-idol hips. He stroked down over their rounded bellies, combed his fingers into their thick, auburn pubic patches. He pressed hot, steamy, hairy pussies, one with each hand. The girls rolled to their backs to give him more room to work.
Gently, he eased his longest fingers into their humid slits. Hot, wet folds of tissue caressed his fingers. The girls sighed in unison and spread their thighs, welcoming his probing. The hands on his testicles and prick, fumbled and shifted until he was afraid he was going to inundate them with his thick spurtings.
"He's nice," one of them murmured.
"He's lovely," the other agreed.
"How are we going to decide who gets him?" Patty, or perhaps it was Pam, asked.
"I've got enough for both of you," Paul announced bravely.
"Ho, ho! Isn't he the confident one," Patty responded.
Paul managed to find the clitoris under his right hand and began massaging and rolling it. He sank a finger of his less agile left hand in the clinging wet folds of a vagina, and began pumping it with a steady fucking motion.
"Aahhh, God!" Patty, the one on his right, sighed, as he massaged her clit. Her big hips bounced and squirmed, thrust up against his slippery, working fingers.
"Obviously you're getting something that I'm not," Pam complained. "I get dibs on his cock, in that case."
"You-may have it-sister dear," Patty agreed. "Ooohh, yeah! He-has found-just the-spot!"
Pam eased up, dislodging his hand from her dripping cunt. Sliding her soft, warm body over his, she straddled his thighs. Paul looked up at her, at the full thrust of her generous breasts. They swayed and quivered over him. Sdh mangling Patty's clit, he used his free hand to lift and fondle Pam's boobs.
Pam directed his cock up into her thick red snatch. He felt the knob of his organ nestle into her steaming crack, felt hot, wet folds embrace his nerve-loaded glans. Then she eased down on him, and his phallus was slowly swallowed by her streaming vagina.
Patty gripped his wrist, trapping his hand in her pussy as she rolled to her side. Bending her knees, she clamped her thighs down on his hand, surrounding it with hot flesh. She watched her sister take his ivory column into her red twat. Her green eyes were flashing with lust.
Shifting his hand from one of Pam's tits to the other, and back again, Paul savored the feel of having his cock engulfed in female flesh. He turned his head and his lips met Patty's. He kept rolling and mashing her clitoris as they kissed, deeply and thoroughly.
Pam leaned forward as she lifted and lowered herself with agonizing slowness. Her heavy breasts swayed above him. Her weight on her arms, she let her head drop, and peered down at where her crotch was squatting on Paul's, then lifted to expose the shining wet column of his prick, then sank down again. Her long red hair swayed around her freckled cheeks as she fucked him.
Patty broke the kiss, and twisted her head so she could look at her sister. Paul was amazed, and incredibly stimulated, when Pam eased down and kissed her sister full on her glistening, sensuous lips. Her mouth open, Pam explored her sister's mouth with passionate eagerness. Paul felt her cunt clenching his cock as she kissed her sister.
The twins broke the kiss, and nuzzled cheek to cheek. Pam was crouching on him now as she moved up and down on his prick. Her legs were folded, so her knees were up along his ribs. Her soft, warm breasts formed a lush cushion between them. Her nipples were squirming like trapped bugs between his hard, muscular chest and her soft, yielding one. "Should I?" Patty asked softly. "Ooo, you should," Pam answered, clenching her cunt around Paul's cock.
Paul was tempted to ask what they were talking about, but didn't. Sperm was seeping into the coiled chambers that would spasm the thick fluid into Pam's vagina. He tried to remember to keep working the fingers in Patty's twat. He felt Patty squirming around, felt a hand sneak across his thigh and probe around Pam's bottom next to where his cock rammed into her cunt. The unexpected touch increased the flame in his groin and he felt his orgasm drawing nearer. Pam stopped her easy up and down rolling modon, with his cock completely in her.
Her vaginal walls convulsed abruptly on his prick and she gasped hotly in his ear. Somehow, the pressure on Paul's cock had changed.
"Know what she's doing?" Pam asked, her voice soft and husky with lust.
"No."
"She's putting-her finger-up my ass," Pam grunted. "Aww, jezz that feels good!"
Paul's cock convulsed as if he were coming, just from hearing about what Patty was doing. He fought off the threatened orgasm.
"She's ramming her finger right up my asshole," Pam reported. "She's twisting it into me, real slow. I can feel it prying the muscle open. She's up to the first knuckle now. She's twisting and turning and pushing, ah at the same time."
The blow by blow account of the act increased Paul's tension. He wrapped his arms around both girls and snuggled them against him. He by mistake smeared Patty's breast with her own vaginal oozings.
"Up to the second knuckle," she reported, not seeming to notice the wetness on her breast. "Feels like a tight warm ring around my finger."
"Further," Pam urged hoarsely. "Get it all the way up me."
"Okay."
"Twist it," Pam begged. "Twist your finger in my ass. Awww!"
"Almost ah the way in," Patty reported. "Oh, God! That's it!"
"Ah the way in, sister dear," Patty reported.
"Yeah. I can feel your knuckles grinding against my ass."
Paul didn't need the verbal account of what was happening. He could feel Patty's hand pressing against the base of his cock. Her touch there boosted his sexual pleasure and awareness still higher. He could feel his prick oozing excess juices into Pam's vagina. It felt like hot acid was burning his prick. It was the perfect counterpoint to his pleasure.
"Ohh, fuck!" Pam said, beginning to move again She humped herself up and down on Paul's body, making his cock slide in and out of her pussy. Her well-lubricated skin slipped against his. Her breasts squirmed on his chest, her nipples burrowed into his muscles.
Patty wiggled her finger in Pam's rectum, and Paul felt it through the membrane that divided her cunt from her asshole. His balls contracted and squirmed and he felt a spurt of semen escape from the tip of his prick. Christ, he wasn't going to be able to hold off his coming much longer. He had so much semen in him he was going to drown the girl when he did come.
"Coming," Pam said breathily in his ear. "Jesus, I'm coming. Come in me, come in me, come in me!"
Paul rocked his pelvis, rammed his cock into her hot hole. The nerves on the underside of his prick were blazing from the stimulation Patty was giving them through her sister's rectal wall.
"Coming," he grunted. "Christ! Like a fucking volcano I'm coming!"
His cock shuddered, slamming sperm into Pam's convulsing vagina. His hips bucking, he speared her with his spurting phallus. His toes curled and every muscle in his body tensed.
As Pam absorbed his eruptions and Patty squirmed her finger in her sister's tight, greasy asshole, their mouths met in a searing, sucking kiss, an inch in front of Paul's face. He curled his arms around their naked bodies, and hauled them against him.
Finally his spurtings were over, and his prick was quivering weakly. Then Patty's finger pressed his phallus, milking the last thick, hot drops of his semen into her sister's vagina.
Paul's groin ached. His prick began to shrivel as the trapped blood poured back into his body. Smothering under the twins' lush bodies, he tried to catch his breath. The room reeked of sex. He felt Patty's hand pull away from Pam's ass, felt Pam lurch as the finger left her asshole. "I need to wash up," Patty sighed at last. "I'll come with you." The two of them got up and left. Paul remained lying on his back on the bed, breathing heavily, reviewing what had happened.
They had all been mildly drunk when they got to the twins' apartment. All of them stripped quickly so he could study the girls' freckles. Obviously, it was all supposed to lead to a romp on the big bed. But, what had happened between Patty and Pam had been more than just a friendly romp.
"You used him ah up," Patty protested as the twins came back from the bathroom. She was holding a wet washrag in her hand.
"Tough titty, sister dear. You were the one that was so content with his hand. Remember?"
Desperately, Paul sorted them out in his mind. Patty had had his hand, so it was Pam who had had his cock, and Patty who had had her finger up her twin's tail.
Therefore, it was Pam that was being accused of using him all up, and Patty that had the washrag.
"Well," Patty said, "at least the injured member deserves to be washed before we bury it."
"Bury it?" Paul croaked.
"In me," Patty reassured him as she bathed hi penis with the wet, rough washcloth.
"Can't bury the poor thing when its dead," Pam teased, kneeling on the other side of Paul.
"I fully plan to bury it alive, sister, dear," Patty retorted. "Why don't you get the simulator from the bureau?"
"The torpedo?" Pam asked, easing off the bed. "The small one."
Paul's cock was totally limp. The washrag brushed over it, but he hardly felt it. It was as if his nerve endings were deadened with Novocaine.
Pam returned with a small vibrator. It was about the size of a small flashlight, and was smoothly rounded on one end. Kneeling on the bed, she spread her legs wide and switched it on. She aimed it up into her red pussy and slowly pushed it up inside herself. Her eyes hazed over and she began rocking back and forth.
"Not you," Patty snapped. "I want to use it on him!"
"Hey, wait a minute," Paul protested, having visions of them trying to ram the brutal, quivering bulk up into his ass.
"Relax, will you. All I want to do is get a rise out of you, okay?"
"Okay. But not up the ass."
"Men are such sissies," Pam snorted.
Patty took the vibrator and rubbed the rounded point around the base of his cock. The drumming vibrations seemed to burrow into him, shaking his nerves, bringing them back to life. Lifting his prick by its tip, she squirmed the trembling machine in between his cock and balls. He felt his penis start to come to life as she traced a path under his testicles. She was ominously close to his anus.
"Why don't you give him just a taste of it?" Pam asked.
Lifting his balls with one warm hand, Patty put the tip of the machine against the dimple of his asshole. Paul felt as if he had been hooked up to an electric circuit. He convulsed and felt his cock surge upward impatiently. Then she pushed, and it hurt, and he swore at her.
"Tender ass," Patty commented, withdrawing the vibrator from his anus and using it on the hard ridge between his anus and scrotum. The effect there was pleasant, but not as dramatic as the brush with his rectal ring had been.
"Anybody want something to drink?" Pam asked, losing interest in the proceedings, "I'd like some wine," Patty said, still running the buzzing vibrator around Paul's groin.
"Uh, yeah, okay," Paul agreed. He debated trying to take the initiative, then decided what the hell, why bother. If they wanted to do ah the work, why not just lie there and enjoy it? He cushioned his head on his hands and gazed down to where Patty was stimulating him with the vibrator.
Pam returned with two glasses, and handed one to her sister. "You can share mine," she told Paul, taking a sip, and then offering him the glass.
"How's he doing?" Pam asked.
"Getting there," Patty replied. "I think maybe I'll have to increase the stimulation, though."
Paul felt like an intruder as the twins discussed him. He looked down in time to see Patty dribble a chill stream of wine over his prick. Handing her glass to her sister, she lowered her head and licked his penis. The blood flowed quickly into his organ, making it thrust up into her mouth. She backed away.
"More wine?" Pam asked.
"Uh huh," Patty agreed, picking up the vibrator again.
Pam dribbled sherry over Paul's prick. Then Patty returned to the attack, buzzing the vibrator first under his balls and then over his peri-anal area. Her mouth engulfed his wine-chilled phallus in a warm, wet, sucking, velvety blanket.
"More wine?" Pam asked.
Paul lifted his head and sipped from the proffered glass, while Patty sipped on his prick. Then she lifted her mouth off his phallus. Holding it up in the air like a flagpole, she ran the vibrator from the base to the tip. When it passed over the nerve bud on the underside, near the glans, his prick shivered in response. Reaching the curving head, she tilted the vibrator and w-edged its vibrating point into the slit at the end of his organ. It made the entire length of his staff buzz. The tremors carried straight down to his prostate.
"I think he's almost ready," Patty purred.
"Drat," Pam grumbled. "I'm getting horny, too."
"Well, it's my turn now," Patty gloated. Setting the vibrator aside, she straddled his legs and moved up and spiked herself on his towering phallus. Paul watched his organ being swallowed up for a second time that night. He tried to think if this cunt felt any different to Pam's, but was overwhelmed by the pure sensual thrill of the girl's hot flesh enveloping his blood-ballooned, nerve-packed cock.
Patty sat very straight as she took his cock. It was as if it was a broom handle, stiffening her from her ass to her head. She settled her hips onto him, and squirmed around for a moment. Then she frowned.
"Nope, this doesn't feel quite right," she decided. Lifting off him, she turned so her back was to him. Then, still straddling him, she settled herself back down onto his organ. Facing his feet, she spitted herself on his huge prick. The angle tugged his cock downward, adding to the stimulation. Looking down, he was treated to a view of the gleaming moons of her ass and the dark cleft between them.
Pam leaned over in front of Paul, reached out, and spread her twin's buttocks, and exposed the root of his cock, and Patty's tightly puckered anus. There was a fringe of red hair where his pale-skinned prick disappeared into Patty's velvety wet vagina.
Leaning forward, Patty lifted and dropped on his big organ. Paul had the feeling he could go all night. He had come once, and that always slowed his responses considerably.
Pam was lying on her side, watching closely. She picked up the vibrator, spread her thighs, and slid the buzzing tool into her cunt. Paul's lust soared at the sight of her fucking herself with the vibrator.
"Why don't you stick your finger up her ass?" Pam asked Paul.
"Huh?"
"I said, why don't you stick your finger up Patty's ass? She loves it."
Paul eyed the proposed target warily. He had never regarded a woman's anus as an erogenous zone. But it had sure had an effect on Pam when Patty had done it.
He placed his hands on her ass cheeks and spread them apart. Her rectal opening seemed to wink at him.
"Go ahead, do it," Pam urged.
Patty, seemingly unaware of the conversation, was pistoning slowly and steadily up and down on Paul's phallus. When she lifted, his gleaming white shaft slid into view, glistening with her secretions. Then she would lower herself, and her pink tissues would meet his hairy groin, and wisps of her red pubic hair would tangle in his thick patch.
"Right there," Pam hissed softly, pointing between her sister's ass cheeks. She touched the puckered bud with her fingertip, and the opening contracted reflexively.
"Who did that?" Patty asked, not turning to look.
"I did," Pam said.
"Well, don't stop, for God's sake."
"Your wish is my command."
Paul was treated to the sight of Pam augering her finger into Patty's anus. Patty stopped moving and leaned forward a little, levering his cock still further downward. He held her lush bottom open, while Pam slowly twisted her finger into the tight, dark orifice. Bit by bit her finger disappeared into the clinging hole.
Patty began to fuck herself on him again. She moved slowly and carefully so his downward-angled cock wouldn't pop out of her creaming cunt.
Paid held on to her ass, keeping her buttocks spread, guiding her moves while he watched her tail being violated. He could feel his semen gathering for the eruption, but knew it would take a long time for him to come. He felt his cock pull and tug at the folds of Patty's pussy as she fucked herself on him.
Half of Pam's finger was in her sister's rectum now. She slowly twisted it and turned it and drilled it deeper. It was hard to imagine what Patty was feeling from the rectal invasion. Whatever it was, she liked it. She was whining softly with pleasure as she fucked herself on his cock and the finger up her tail.
Pam got the rest of her finger into the tight opening, and ground her fist into her sister's crack. Then she wiggled her finger in the shitty hole. "Feel it?" she asked Paul. '
"Yeah," Paul grunted.
"I can feel you inside her," Pam told him. "I can feel your cock sliding in and out of her when she moves."
Paul could feel Pam's finger pressing against the top of his phallus. The pressure increased the tightness of Patty's vagina, increased the friction. His lust was building rapidly. He was going to come sooner than he had figured.
He began to push and pull on Patty as she bounced on him, speeding her moves. He began to shift and shove his own hips at the same time. He kept his eyes focused on the carnal linkage point, where his cock slid in and out of Patty's pussy, and where Pam was working and wiggling her finger in her sister's ass.
Patty reached around in front of herself with one hand. Paul felt her fingers exploring where his cock fed into her dripping vagina, and realized she was stimulating her clitoris as she fucked him.
"Aw-aw-aw," Patty grunted softly, in time with her fucking. "I'm-going-going-to-come." Her voice trailed off into pulsing "whoofs" that coincided with her humping on him.
Paul breathed through clenched teeth as his orgasm drew closer and closer. He sank his fingers in Patty's tender tail, trying to get a better grip on her. He hauled her back and down, as his prick began to spasm. The semen had to pressure through his kinked cock, making it feel as if it was going to split. His groin flamed with pleasure from the extra resistance his convulsing muscles had to overcome. He could feel Patty's vagina spasming around his jetting, spurting phallus. She leaned over until her soft, warm breasts were crushed against his hard, hairy legs. His cock was folded down so far it hurt.
His coming was a flame-filled combination of pleasure and pain, his penis was crimped so far over. And then there was Patty's convulsing vagina, and Pam's finger massaging his jetting organ through the membrane separating cunt from rectum. Adding to the thrill was the sight of Pam's finger in Patty's ass, and the way Patty's rectal ring was spasming around her sister's invading digit.
His orgasm died away to an ache. He felt like he had been kicked in the balls. His cock began to shrivel and withdrew from Patty's depths. He pushed her up and saw his fading prick whip out of her hole, spattering his flat belly with their combined juices.
"Aawww," Patty sighed, slumping over his legs, hugging them to her warm body.
Pam pulled her finger out of Patty's butt, and extracted the vibrator from her own streaming pussy, and switched it off. She lay beside Paul, her magnificent chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath.
"Where's the wine?" Patty asked at last.
"On the table over there," Pam answered.
Paul realized suddenly he had a desperate urge to urinate. He felt as if he weighed tons as he heaved himself up off the bed. His urine splashed noisily in the bowl, and the relief was stupendous. After flushing the toilet, he took time to wipe his cock clean before going back out to join the twins.
They were sitting on the bed, facing each other. Both had their legs crossed tailor fashion. One had her glass in her right hand, the other had hers in her left. As one, they turned their heads and looked at him. It was a little like looking at mirror images. He realized he had no way of telling who was who. For a moment, he thought of trying to guess, then shrugged, and got himself a glass of wine.
"Well, can you tell us apart?" one of them asked.
Paul shook his head. "No. I can't tell by looking at you, by kissing you, by feeling you, or by fucking you."
"Want to try again?" the other one asked.
"Try what again?" he asked, sipping his sherry.
"Fucking us," they replied in unison. They looked at each other and raised their glasses in a mirror-image toast that must have been rehearsed it was so smooth.
Paul snorted. "I couldn't get it up again if I had to. Who do you think I am? Superman?"
"No stamina," the girl on the right sniffed.
"No staying power at all," the other agreed.
"Not like us girls," the one on the right said. "I could go all night, couldn't you?"
"I not only could, I'd like to," the other agreed.
"And they call women the inferior sex. Come on, sister, let's go take a shower."
Ignoring Paul, they got up and headed for the bathroom.
"Hey, what about me?" he asked.
"Why don't you come and watch," one of them suggested casually.
Paul didn't even debate the matter. Setting his sherry aside, he followed them and was just in time to see them step under the stream of hot water. They had a clear shower curtain so he could see everything. They began soaping each other. Loving, lathered hands smeared waves of creamy soap over lush, generous breasts, down over soft bellies. Fingers curled into red-bushed crotches, and thighs opened.
Paul watched as the twins eased sudsy fingers into each other's pussies. Their faces were flushed with lust as they played with each other. After all that had happened, they were as ready, willing, and able to go as they had been at the beginning of the evening.
Withdrawing their hands from each other's crotches, they slid soapy palms over each other's hips, then leaned closer and closer together. Tit touched tit, breast rubbed breast. They molded their bodies into a single, warm knot of woman flesh. Breasts were battling for supremacy in a contest of softness. Bellies touched, thighs interlaced, arms tangled. They clutched at each other's lushly rounded bottoms with warm sudsy hands. The two lushly built twins melted together into a loving, carnal tangle.
Paul leaned against the door of the bathroom, watching. He had had both of them, and enjoyed it. He had found new areas of sensuality. But still, he was jealous of the love the two girls so obviously shared.
They were turning under the spray now, rinsing themselves. They took turns making sure not a trace of lather remained in any intimate crevice. They knelt and combed through each other's soaked pussies, then turned, and spread ass cheeks, and checked tail cracks carefully. Then they shut off the water and reached for their towels.
Paul watched the way they dried each other. They turned the mundane act into an exercise of love. No brisk, hard rubbing for them. They gently patted every inch of the other's body. Patty, or Pam, knelt and dried carefully between her sister's thighs, then down her graceful legs. When she was finished, she stood and was given the same careful treatment.
After powdering each other, they pushed past Paul, and into the bedroom, their arms around each other.
Paul watched as they stretched out on the bed. One lay on her back, her legs casually spread. The other leaned over her sister and kissed her warmly. Then, slowly, she nibbled her way down the graceful column of her twin's neck, down to one thrusting breast. Her lips caressed the nipple, brought it to rigid attention, then transferred to the other one.
While her breasts were loved, the twin on her back fondled her sister's swaying boobs, lifting and massaging the lush mounds, thumbing the nipples.
The redhead on top literally licked her way down her sister's torso, leaving a shining trail of saliva.
Reaching the navel, she bored her tongue into the hollow. The gut contracted sharply in response.
The twin on top shifted around on the bed until her hips were next to her sister's head. Carefully, she lifted her knee over and straddled her sister's head. She pressed her face down between her twin's thighs, and lowered her own crotch onto her sister's face.
The twin on the bottom welcomed her sister's cunt, curled her arms around the descending hips and drew them downward. Gripping the lush buttocks, she burrowed her face into the red snatch. Her jaw was working visibly.
Paul gathered up his clothes and put them on. He half watched the lesbian coupling as he dressed.
When he was through, he walked to the bed and watched the twisting, heaving head-to-crotch meshing. Tenderly, he reached down and stroked the shifting, twisting ass of the girl on top. Neither of them seemed even remotely aware of his existence.
With a shrug, Paul let himself out of the apartment and walked home.