As Jenny rolled lazily onto her back she could still, with each breath, sense the sweet saltiness of Mike’s semen and the tang of his after-shave that lingered about the satin sheets and pillows of her rumpled bed. It had been a wonderful weekend that had seemed to last forever and it had all begun with a chance encounter in the super-market.
She had been looking over the vegetable section when a loud crash made her suddenly turn round to find herself face to face with the most beautiful man she had ever seen.
“You’d better not point that at anyone, it might be loaded.” His voice was warm with humour and his eyes held a wicked twinkle.
Jenny could feel her face turn scarlet with embarrassment as she realised that she was still holding a large cool green cucumber that she had been about to put into her trolley, when the display of breakfast cereal had tumbled to the floor turning it into a skating-rink of sticky rice-balls in which a rather fat, middle-aged man was sitting looking dazed.
“Oh gosh! I mean I’m sorry, I was just looking for a big one. I…” Her voice tailed off as she realised what she was saying.
“No, I didn’t mean that, I’m expecting someone to dinner and I wanted to make sure I had enough for them so that….” Jenny stopped speaking. She could see that the more she said, the wider the grin became on the handsome strangers’ face. And he was handsome. Not too tall, just about six feet she guessed and what most caught her eye was the generous smile that seemed to spread from ear to ear and of course that naughty twinkle in his sparkling blue eyes.
“Well, from what I can see I’m sure that you’ve got more than enough to make a wonderful meal for anyone.” His eyes took in the ample swellings in the front of her blouse and the skirt stretched tightly across what was obviously a very fine pair of thighs. “Are you expecting someone special this evening or is he just a friend?” Again the twinkling eyes.
The thought that it was really none of his business passed quickly from Jenny’s mind.
“No, my twin sister is coming down from university for the weekend and I was just getting in some food. It’s really very difficult though. Since she went to Oxford last September she has become a vegetarian and I can’t imagine what I should buy or cook for her. I wish she was still eating meat like me.”
This time he couldn’t contain himself and burst out laughing.
“Oh my God, I’ve done it again. Whatever must you think of me?” said Jenny, by now crimson to the roots of her thick blonde hair.
He smiled.
“From what you’ve said so far I could think any number of quite delicious things about you but for the moment I’d better take what you say at face value otherwise you might get the wrong impression of me. As to the problem of your sister’s taste in food I think I may be able to help you there. I’ve just started working as a chef at the bistro in the High Street and I was just checking the prices in here; they’re very good value at this time of year, especially the root vegetables.” Now it was Jenny’s turn to laugh.
“Now you’ve started as well. I’m not sure we should continue with this conversation; it could lead us anywhere.”
“Mmm, I see what you mean,” he said, wondering if there was an invitation in there somewhere “But I’m glad that it’s your sister you’re having to stay. I’ve never met a damsel in distress before, especially in a supermarket. Perhaps we could finish our shopping together and if you like I’ll give you one or two trade secrets about vegetarian cooking.” ‘This is great!’ he thought ‘Only two days in town and already I’ve met the best looking girl I’ve ever seen.’
“Oh would you,” said Jenny. “That would be a tremendous help. I’m not a very good cook anyway and I can use all the help I can get. By the way, my name’s Jenny.”
“And I’m Mike. Come on; let’s go and look at the fruit.”
They pushed their trolleys around the aisles, comparing shopping lists and selecting from the displays only the freshest and plumpest of the produce.
“Aren’t those carrots a bit big?” said Jenny as Mike picked out several of the largest specimens in the tray. “I always thought that the big ones were tough and hard to eat.”
“No these will be fine once they’ve been well prepared and allowed to soak for a time.” Mike replied “Sometimes the biggest ones can be the most tender.”
There was no doubt by now in Jenny’s mind that the conversation had taken a deliberate turn towards the “bedroom” end of the dictionary as her mother used to say, but she couldn’t remember ever having more fun in a supermarket, and she didn’t care: she was enjoying herself. Still, Mike seemed to be collecting a most unusual list of ingredients in his trolley, including a large can of whipped cream, the squirty kind!
“Are we going to use the cream with the fruit” asked Jenny “Or have you something else in mind?”
“Well it is good with fruit” agreed Mike, thinking that this was likely to be a very interesting meal, “But I find it useful to have on hand to moisten any dishes that become dry.” He paused and caught Jenny smiling at his words. Smiling back he continued: “Anyway we seem to have enough food for an army. Let’s go and find a check-out without too many people waiting.”
The check-outs were all very busy and they waited for their turn, Mike standing behind Jenny, talking about the meal that Jenny would prepare for her sister. Mike was very close to Jenny and he could feel the warm firmness of her buttocks against the growing hardness of his cock. But it was uncomfortable. He was wearing a close fitting pair of Levi’s and there was no way that he could rearrange his cock which was caught down the left-hand leg of his jockey shorts.
“I wish people would stop pushing from behind,” said Mike “You must be getting squashed against the trolley.” There was no doubt that people were pushing but Mike figured that a little help from himself wouldn’t hurt and he had the distinct feeling that Jenny was responding and if not, she was certainly holding her ground. Jenny could feel Mike’s hardness against her bum and she loved it! The most wonderful visions of Mike’s huge weapon exploring her tight little pussy swam through her mind; and she was certain it was huge if the size of the carrots that he had picked were anything to go by. If only she could find an excuse to wriggle her bum against what she knew was Mike’s erection. ‘Perhaps I could pretend to drop something’ she thought ‘and then I’d have to bend over to pick it up.’
“Oh blow, I’ve dropped my purse.”
Jenny let her purse drop to the floor with a clatter of loose change. “I’ll have to pick it up.” Moving backwards so that she could duck under the handle of the trolley, Jenny ground her bum into Mike’s crotch expecting to feel the jutting hardness of his cock but instead she could feel his hand which, groping around in the front of his jeans, Mike had managed to insert down the front of his Jockey shorts in an effort to release the strangle hold that his underwear had on his throbbing organ.
“Oh my God” yelled Jenny, standing up so quickly that she hit her head on the handle of the trolley and tumbled back to the floor. All eyes were now searching for the cause of the commotion and almost immediately focused upon the sight of a hunky man with his hand down the front of his trousers.
“Well really.” huffed a pompous matron.
‘Probably the wife of the man who knocked over the stack of cereal boxes; they’re both about the same size.’ thought Mike, as he struggled to pull his hand from the front of his jeans. As he reached down to help Jenny to her feet he could see that Jenny’s shoulders were heaving and Mike was worried that she was crying but as he bent his head to ask if she was all right, the unmistakable sound of barely controlled laughter greeted him.
“Ow my head” said Jenny as she allowed Mike to lift her from the floor and rubbing her head she smiled at him: “I think we’re as bad as each other; lets get out of here.”
Mike smiled back “I’m glad you’ve got a good sense of humour… and a hard head!”
Whether the disturbance had cleared the way or whether they had now arrived at the checkout by waiting long enough they didn’t care but they soon paid their bills and made their way to the car park.
“Look” said Jenny, loading shopping into her car “Why don’t you join my sister and me for dinner tonight. You can cook!”
Are you sure?”
“Yes of course, I insist.”
“Ok but then I insist on buying the wine, it’s the least I can do after the row I caused in there. And thank you.” For a moment they stood and just looked at each other. It felt as if a deal had been done.
“Right then. That’s decided. You can follow me, it’s not very far.”
Mike had to work hard to stop himself from clicking his heels as he sprinted over to his car. ‘Steady boy’ he thought as he turned the ignition and gunned the throttle, ‘You don’t want to be stopped by the law right now, not when you’re onto a cert. God you’re a lucky bastard!’
He soon tucked in behind Jenny’s car and, keeping a safe distance, for he didn’t want a repeat of the supermarket episode, followed her to a courtyard of warehouses that had been converted into apartments.
“Here we are then” called Jenny, fitting her key to the lock. “I’m on the second floor, it’s not far up.” And she turned and winked.
“I’m right behind you then” Mike said with a grin and with a bag of groceries under each arm and his eyes fixed firmly on Jenny’s silk stocking tops, Mike followed her up the stairs to her apartment.
“How about a drink before we get down to business then?” Jenny took a bottle of wine from the refrigerator and poured two generous glasses.
“You’re at it again,” said Mike with a smile, tasting his wine.
“I seem to be doing it all the time with you” said Jenny and moving forwards she kissed Mike on the cheek and then turned to face him, waiting for his response. Mike could smell the warm scent of wine on Jenny’s breath as he closed his mouth over hers and was excited to feel Jenny’s tongue eagerly exploring and seeking his. He pressed forward with his hips and could feel Jenny’s ridge responding to him, moving and grinding against his erection. He slid his hand down Jenny’s back and ran his fingers over the firmness of her buttocks, touching the taught fabric of her skirt which was rapidly rising up under his hand as Jenny continued to move against him.
“Go on Mike, touch me” gasped Jenny and reaching down, she gave her skirt a final tug. Mike was electrified to feel the silky smoothness of her skin beneath his hand. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. He paused for a moment and then moved his fingers between her cheeks, touching her tight little bum-hole and feeling the warmth between her legs.
“You’re not wearing any panties.” Mike’s voice caught in his throat with excitement as he thought of her nakedness hidden only by her skirt and blouse. Bending, he ran his mouth down past the belt of Jenny’s skirt and, lifting the hem, let his mouth run over her mound, feeling the smooth softness of her shaven pussy on his lips and scenting the musky wetness of her slit.
“Do it, do it!” moaned Jenny and she pushed her tingling slot into Mike’s face, pulling his head against her with her hands. “Do it!” She could feel a warmth beginning in her belly, spreading downwards and outwards as Mike’s tongue slid between her swelling lips and lapped at her clitoris. He was really working at her now and she groaned with pleasure as Mike grabbed her bum, pulling her cheeks apart and pressed his finger against her anus.
“Yes, Oh yes!” Jenny gasped with pleasure and, releasing her hold on Mike’s head, slipped her hand into her blouse and cupped her breast, squeezing her rigid nipple with her fingers. Mike could taste the change in Jenny’s juices. She was hot and close to coming. He pushed hard against her mound, sucking on her clitoris and then moving lower, licking the length of her love slot and slipping his tongue deep into her, feeling her heat and tasting her darkness; then up again, her juices running into his mouth and, finding her spot, he swirled his tongue around it.
‘Oh the pleasure’ thought Jenny and she wriggled with delight as Mike, pressing again, slipped his finger into her bum-hole, touching her insides and sparking a flame of sensation that ran through every part of her pulsating body.
“Mmm… yes… oh yes….now, now!” She wanted to touch herself, to finger her burning clitoris and end the exquisite agony.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” And now it was time, there was no holding back and she let her wetness flow onto Mike’s searching tongue as she climaxed with a shudder, her orgasm racing through her.
“Ohhh… Ohhhh… Ohhhh…….”
“Oh… ho… ho! What have we here!”
Jenny’s twin sister Julia smiled with amusement as she leaned casually against the kitchen doorway, taking in the scene: her sister, head thrown back with her mouth open, licking at her lips, and one hand inside her blouse whilst her other hand was holding a man’s head firmly against her crotch.
“Oh my God! Julia! Oh shit! What are you doing here so early?” Mike tumbled backwards as Jenny straightened up with a jerk and desperately tried to pull her skirt into place.
“You invited me for the weekend if you remember, but I see that one of you has eaten already! The door was open so I let myself in.” laughed Julia. Mike scrambled to his feet.
“I think I’d better go,” he said moving towards the door.
“Just a minute, mister!” Julia lifted a leg and, planting her foot firmly against the opposite door post, barred Mike’s way; “I don’t think we’ve been introduced.”
“His name is Mike,” said Jenny. “Mike, meet Julia; Julia meet Mike.”
“I, uh, I, er….” Mike’s head was swivelling from side to side as he stared first at Julia and then at Jenny. It was incredible: they were identical and if they hadn’t been dressed differently and if the memory of the past half-hour hadn’t been so fresh in his mind, he wouldn’t have been able to tell them apart
“Er, I, er, Oh. How do you do. My name is Mike.” Mike blushed. This was too embarrassing.
“Hi, and I’m Julia. And how, little sister, does he do? Very well I should imagine.” Julia laughed, and moving across the kitchen embraced her sister. “Hello Jenny, it’s good to see you. I won’t ask how you are: you look bloody marvellous, apart from a little smudging of your lipstick and the state of your clothes! But tell me, who is this gorgeous hunk of a man?”
“Well this is Mike and we met this afternoon in the supermarket whilst I was shopping for the weekend and he’s a chef and I told him about you not eating meat or anything and he said he would help me with the cooking and well that’s about where you came in.” Jenny had run out of breath.
“I see” said Julia, “Or at least I think I do. Can you cook Mike?”
“Oh yes. I’m the new chef at the bistro in the High Street and I thought I could help Jenny out with a few hints about vegetarian cooking.” Mike was uncertain of the kind of response he expected from Julia. In his experience, older sisters could be very protective of their younger brothers and sisters and he doubted that Julia was any exception. But these two were twins. Mike was nonplussed. “But you called Jenny ‘your little sister’,” Mike continued “and you’re twins. I don’t understand.”
“Oh, that’s easy,” said Julia breezily “I was born ten minutes before Jenny so I’m the oldest. Anyway, I’m glad you can cook. Jenny’s an awful cook, especially when it comes to anything new. What were you thinking of cooking?”
“Well, we hadn’t really decided and then you came in and…..” Mike’s voice tailed off and he looked to Jenny for help
“Yes, that’s right; we were just about to decide when you burst in on us. Anyway, there’s loads of time since you’re here so early, big sister,” said Jenny smiling.
“Yes, I am early, but I seem to have missed the first course. I hope that you’ve got something interesting in mind for me to eat later on Mike.” And looking straight into Mike’s eyes, Julia winked at him, just as Jenny had done earlier. There was no doubt in Mike’s mind now that Julia had only been pretending to be serious all along and that a conspiracy was in hand for a naughty evening. He could feel his penis stirring and stiffening in his jeans again and a flutter of anticipation ran through him.
“Mike, why don’t you start on the meal while I show Julia to her room and help her to unpack. You’ll be able to get on much faster without us interrupting and Julia and I have lots of gossip and girl talk to catch up on. Help yourself to anything you need and cook what you like. I’m sure that we’ll love anything you serve us!” All this while Jenny had been looking steadily at Mike with a broad grin on her face.
“Come on Julia, you’re sleeping through here.” With that, the two sisters left the kitchen and went down the hallway that led to the bedrooms. Pushing open the door to the spare bedroom and dropping her sister’s bag onto the bed, Jenny turned to her sister and took her hand giving it a squeeze: “I’ll sort out some sheets and hang up your things; there’s loads of hot water if you want to shower. I’m glad you’ve come; we’ll have so much fun.”
“Yes we will, all three of us!” Julia’s eyes sparkled with excitement and she squeezed Jenny’s hand in return.
Like most twins, Jenny and Julia had always been very close to each other, liking the same things and enjoying each other’s company even when there were other children around. But as they had grown and matured from being pretty girls to being beautiful young women, their relationship had become even stronger and intimate. They had often double-dated, sometimes exchanging partners from night to night, for no-one could tell them apart. And then later’ in the privacy of their bedroom which they had shared from infancy, recounting the events of the evening in every detail, laughing together in the same bed as they relived the sexual games and experiments of their late teenage years. They saw nothing to be ashamed of in their love for each other and expressed it in a warm and physical way that drew them ever closer. But they were careful to keep this part of their relationship secret, well knowing the lack of understanding their intimacy could provoke in others. Still, there seemed to be in the air a hint of recklessness and they determined to give Mike a night that he would remember for the rest of his life.
The shower was running as Jenny went into the bathroom with a towel for her sister. She watched quietly for a few moments as her sister washed, watched her hands moving purposefully over her body, spreading soap across her breasts and stomach, one hand flat to her belly and the other cradling her breasts, and then rinsing, swaying slowly from side to side under the spray of water and sometimes allowing the jet to linger against her as she rinsed the soap away, letting the water cascade over her jutting breasts, running down her belly, disappearing past the secret chasm between her legs.
“I’ve brought you a towel. Would you like me to wash your back for you?” Jenny was excited by the sight of Julia as she turned towards the sound of her voice, brushing her breasts against the wet fabric of the curtain to reveal her pert nipples surrounded by the darkness of their areolas.
“Jenny? Oh yes that would be lovely. Do you remember how we used to bathe together when we were little? We’d get all soapy and slip and slide all around the bath.”
“Yes I do.” The memory of their innocent investigations and explorations of each other’s bodies that had even then brought such exquisite pleasure came flooding back and Jenny’s voice was husky with anticipation. “Just a second.” She quickly pulled her blouse over her head and stepped out of her skirt. Jenny glanced at her reflection in the bathroom mirror; her nipples were hard and erect and she could feel a warmth and wetness between her legs as she traced the outline of her labia with her fingers, shivering involuntarily at her own touch. She stepped into the shower behind Julia, taking the soap, and spread a thick lather over her sister’s back.
“How’s this?” Jenny asked as she worked the lather into Julia’s shoulders and massaged her neck. Her skin was smooth to touch and Jenny’s hands slipped easily over Julia’s shoulders and upper arms. Now she let her hands move down her sister’s back, feeling each vertebrae as she pressed the firm ridges of muscle on either side of her spine and then, moving outwards and upwards, she could feel Julia’s ribs beneath her fingers and the exciting swelling of her breasts which she brushed with her fingertips.
Julia leaned back and rested her head on Jenny’s shoulder; she could feel Jenny’s breasts pressing against her.
“Mmm…. that’s lovely. Tell me about Mike and you in the kitchen, you know, when I came in.”
“What do you want to know?” Jenny tingled with anticipation.
Julia’s voice was low and full of controlled excitement. “Tell me everything. When did you first know it would happen?”
“It was before we came home, in the supermarket, he was pressing against me.”
Julia had to breathe deeply to control her voice. “How? Show me.”
“Like this.” Jenny moved forwards and could feel her mound pressing against the soapy wetness of her sister’s buttocks, sensing the void between them that held such intimate secrets.
Julia returned the pressure and moved against her sister, enjoying the pressure of her sister against her. “Go on.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
“We’d been talking all around it, you know, double meanings and winks, that sort of thing, and I knew that I’d only have to give him some kind of sign or signal to start it. So I kissed him on the cheek and then looked straight into his eyes and waited; and he kissed me then, mouths open and his tongue was in my mouth and my tongue was in his;” Jenny slid her hands around Julia’s waist and pressed them against her belly.
“And then what?” Julia’s insides tightened with a wonderful warmth.
“He had his hand here.” Jenny moved one of her hands to Julia’s buttocks, the soapy water removing any resistance as her hand slid over the warm and wet skin. “And I wanted him to touch me, so I pulled my skirt out of the way and asked him to do it.”
Julia was aching for Jenny to explore the cleavage between her cheeks. Every nerve in her body was alive and eager for the caress of her sister’s hand. “Touch me there the way he did” she gasped.
Jenny let her fingers slip between her sister’s cheeks; she could feel the heat between them and then the tight little button of her anus and she let her fingers linger there, testing and probing the tightness of Julia’s hole. Jenny put her lips to her sister’s ear and whispered fiercely:
“He was still pressing against me and I could feel his cock, hard and stiff against me, like this.” She let her other hand slide over Julia’s belly and then she pressed hard against her sister’s mound with the heel of her hand. “I was wet, here, and wanted more.” Jenny pressed again with her hand.
Julia’s mouth was dry with excitement and she let some water trickle onto her lips. She could feel her juices mingling with the water that was running off her belly and between her legs.
“And then?”
“He put his mouth here.” Jenny let her fingers play against the lips of Julia’s vagina. “Shall I…?”
“No!” Julia interrupted. “Use your hand, let me imagine, but tell me, tell me everything, every word, every touch.”
Jenny slipped her fingers into Julia’s slit. It was wet and hot and she could feel her sister moving against her. She ran her fingers along Julia’s slit and then deeper, into her, feeling her sister tense with the penetration and then higher, finding her clitoris and rubbing it, and the juices and water made it slippery and hot and wet and now Jenny wanted it again, wanted to feel the touch of Mike’s tongue inside her. She rubbed her mound against the knuckles of her hand that was still on her sister’s buttocks, working them against her love spot and again touched her sister’s bum hole whilst she moved her fingers inside Julia and massaged her clitoris.
“His tongue was here and here and here, like this.” Jenny’s lips brushed Julia’s ear as she spoke and her fingers increased their rhythm “I was coming, I was so wet and my belly was full of desire. I wanted to feel pain and I squeezed my nipple until it hurt. I wanted him inside me, everywhere, and I pushed against his finger and then it was inside me, filling me, touching, pressing…” And as she said these words, Jenny let her finger slip into her sister’s hole which had opened at the first pressure to receive it, the dark warmth enveloping it as she moved her fingers ever closer inside Julia. “And he was licking and sucking me here:” Jenny traced the outline of her sister’s clitoris with her fingers. “I wanted it to last for ever but I couldn’t hold on and I came so hard it almost hurt. I knew he could taste me on his tongue and…”
“Yes…yes…yes…yes…” Julia stretched onto her toes and arched her back as she climaxed and let her juices flood out of her. It felt as though Jenny’s fingers must meet as they probed the innermost reaches of her body. Jenny had come as well and she felt her sister shiver as she gently withdrew her fingers from her and turned Julia to face her. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes and embraced.
“I love you Jenny.”
“And I love you Julia.” And their mouths met in a deep and passionate kiss.
Cupping his hands beneath the kitchen tap, Mike let the last of the soapy water trickle between his fingers. He could hear the sound of a shower running and the low murmur of the twin’s voices. He was certain that the meal he served could be the catalyst for a very interesting evening and had thought carefully about what he could prepare and how risqué he might be with it’s presentation. It should be light and simple: a delight to the mouth and not too heavy on the stomach. He had bought two bottles of full red Italian wine and judged the amount to be enough to brighten the spirits without dulling the senses. He would start with a selection of crudités with a subtle dip of garlic and sour cream and then pasta with a tomato and basil sauce. He would save the best until last: ‘une piece de resistance’ which he was sure would point the after dinner conversation in the right direction. Setting the sauce to simmer on the stove, Mike worked quickly at forming the vegetables into short sticks and then set about the desert that he wanted to have completed and hidden in the refrigerator before the twins came back. He had just finished when he heard them return.
“Mmm that smells delicious.” Mike turned and saw Jenny and Julia standing side by side in the doorway, grinning hugely. They were both wearing jeans and T-shirts, one green and the other red and he guessed from the way that their breasts moved beneath the fabric that they were wearing nothing else and that probably meant no panties either, but there was no way that he could tell which was which; he glanced from one to the other, searching their faces for a clue.
“I’m Jenny and she’s Julia” said the red shirt.
“And I’m Jenny and she’s Julia” said the green shirt. They laughed at Mike’s confusion and walking over to him they each took an arm and kissed him on the cheek.
“You can’t tell us apart can you; but we’ll be kind to you. Shall we tell him little sister?” This was the red shirt.
“Yes I think so big sister” replied the green shirt. “Julia’s in the red shirt and me, I’m Jenny in the green shirt. Got it?”
“I still can’t believe that you’re so alike. If it weren’t for the T-shirts and if you hadn’t told me I would never be able to know who was who; even your voices are the same.” A thought struck Mike. “You’re not having me on, are you? You are Jenny and you are Julia” he said, turning from one to the other.
“No, we’re not teasing you. I am Julia and she is Jenny but,” she paused for a moment, “You never know!” Julia’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Mike and she squeezed his arm. “Come on, show us what wonderful things you’ve made for us to eat.”
“I’ve laid some places here in the kitchen. I thought it would be friendlier. Let me pour you some wine.” He poured three generous glasses and raising his glass said: “I think a toast is in order.”
“Yes” said Jenny raising her glass as well. “To a wonderful evening.”
Mike and Julia joined in: “To a wonderful evening.” They clinked glasses and drank. Mike put the crudities on the table.
“This is sour cream and garlic dip, I hope you’ll like it.”
“Mmm, that looks yummy.” Julia took a stick of carrot and dipped the end of it. “Is this how you eat it?” The carrot stick had a glistening blob of dip on it and she lifted it to her lips and, all the while looking straight into Mike’s eyes, slowly and sensuously sucked the whiteness off the carrot.
“No, I think you do it like this.” Jenny took a stick of celery with some dip on it to her mouth and with long strokes licked the dip from the end of it, smiling at Mike as she did so. “What do you think Mike?” She took another piece of celery and, dipping it, placed it on Mike’s lips and gently rubbed it from side to side and then in and out. His eyes were locked on her face and he watched with fascination as her tongue followed the action of her fingers. Mike swallowed and took a deep breath, trying to calm the excitement that made his voice catch in his throat.
“I think I’ll eat it any way you say.” Mike held his breath and looked first at Julia and then at Jenny, hoping he hadn’t said too much.
“We’ll hold you to that,” said Jenny. “Won’t we sis?”
“Oh you bet, and there’s lots of ways we like.” Julia’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “I think this is going to be an excellent evening, don’t you?
And she raised her glass to Mike and Jenny.
“To a very wonderful evening.”
They ate eagerly, chatting freely now that any lingering tension had been broken and they enjoyed with excitement the anticipation of what was to come. There was a feeling of determination in the air to fulfil any desire and satisfy any appetite that anyone of them should express.
“Wow! That was great,” said Julia, wiping the pasta sauce from her plate with a piece of bread. “You really are a very good cook. Do you do everything as well?” She sucked on her fingers, tasting the last of the sauce. Mike smiled at her and stood up, draping a napkin over his arm. He made a show of clearing his throat.
“It is the management’s position,” he said haughtily, “To satisfy every taste and provide the best possible service at all times.”
“Well, I can vouch for the position,” said Jenny with a grin, “And the service is, in my experience, second to none!” They all laughed.
“And I can vouch for the taste.” added Mike, looking straight at Jenny and laughing again.
“I’m pleased that you hold the satisfaction of your customers so dear,” said Julia, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. . “Am I going to enjoy the pudding as much?”
“Oh more, much more I should think,” said Mike, smiling as he collected the plates. “But on one condition: you’ll both have to close your eyes for a minute and only open them when I say.”
“Are you going to tie us up as well?” Jenny asked, pretending to be serious.
“No, that comes later,” retorted Mike.
“I hope we all do!” said Julia, laughing and raising her glass once more.
Mike carried their plates to the sink and then took the deserts from the refrigerator. He had one finishing touch to add and for this he needed the can of squirty whipped cream. The cream shot out of the can with a hiss.
“That sounds fun,” said one of the twins. Mike couldn’t tell which-one had spoken.
“It’s going to be more fun in a moment,” he said. “No looking now!”
He placed a dish in each place and took his seat.
“In front of you is the special creation of Mike, the master chef: La coupe erotique. Tan-ta -ta.” Mike blew a mock fanfare. The twins opened their eyes. Jenny burst into giggles and Julia clapped her hands to her mouth. On their plates were two scoops of ice cream and mounted between them was an enormous erect banana, topped with a swirl of whipped cream. The base of the bananas, where they met the ice cream, had been dressed with grated chocolate. The whole creation was a perfect replica of a well-endowed man’s equipment.
“Oh my God! Is this all for me? However will I manage it? Where shall I put it all?” said Julia in mock horror.
“Like this, like this,” shouted Jenny, and raising herself from her chair she put her lips over the huge banana and went down on it, taking the whole length into her mouth. Mike stared in fascination. He had purposefully selected the largest bananas he could find, larger he was sure than any girl could manage, but Jenny had taken it all and was now working up and down on it, holding it by its base, her tongue swirling around the tip where the cream had been at the top of her stroke and then back down again until her lips met the ice cream and the whole fruit had disappeared once more into her mouth. His cock was throbbing and erect, bursting at his flies; ‘she must be deep throating it,’ he thought and found himself wondering what would happen when the banana came. He shook his head to clear his thoughts.
She was moving faster now and she suddenly stood up and shouted with glee:
“Look. I’ve burst his balls and he’s come all over my hands!” Jenny held up her hands that were covered in ice cream from holding onto the base of the banana. She leaned over the table and offered them to her sister. “Here you are Julia, genuine banana juice!”
“Oh that tastes good,” said Julia, licking Jenny’s hands clean of ice cream and making a great play of sucking each of her sister’s fingers as she did so. “It’s almost as good as the real thing.” Julia replied, winking at Mike.
Mike was staring in fascination at Julia and Jenny as the last of the ice cream was licked from Jenny’s fingers. He put his hand to the front of his jeans to feel his surging manhood; he gasped with surprise at the size of the bulge that his cock was making in the front of his jeans. He couldn’t remember ever having such a huge erection. Jenny glanced at him and saw him fingering the front of his jeans.
“Hey, just a minute, that’s our job not yours” she cried, and leaning over the table she grabbed Mike’s belt and pulled him towards her. “Come on Julia, you’ll have to help me.” Jenny had started to undo Mike’s belt as Julia came round the table and put her arms around him, reaching for the buttons of his shirt:
“Don’t struggle Mike” she breathed into his ear, “We promise not to hurt you; in fact you’ll probably remember this evening for the rest of your life!” Mike could feel Julia’s hand inside his shirt now, her fingers playing across his chest, teasing at his nipples and he shivered involuntarily as her tongue explored the curls of his ear. He knew that Jenny was undoing the flies of his jeans, one button at a time, and he could feel the slight wetness of his pants where his pre cum had seeped with his excitement. He breathed in sharply as Jenny’s fingers touched the taught skin of his organ.
“Oh my, what have we here.” Jenny had both hands on Mike’s cock and she was staring hungrily at its’ engorged head and the bright jewel of fluid that sparkled at the tip. “My goodness me Julia, whatever shall we do with this.” Julia looked at Jenny and winked.
“It looks very swollen to me Jenny; I think we ought to take it to the bedroom and see if we can make it better, don’t you? Have you ever played ‘nurse and doctor’ Mike?” Julia’s eyes sparkled with excitement and she motioned towards the door with her head.
“I think that you’re right Julia. Come along big thing, come along with me!” and she led Mike towards the bedroom by his penis. “Come along!”
“Don’t worry, Mike,” said Julia, “We’ll be gentle with you.”
“I hope so,” Mike replied, “It’s the only one I’ve got and as far as I can tell it’s putting on a bravura performance tonight!” and he followed Jenny down the corridor to the bedroom with Julia close behind him. Jenny opened the door to the bedroom and led Mike to the bed.
“I think you had better lie down here while nurse and I get you ready. Nurse, we’d better take all his clothes off.” Jenny said to Julia.
“Yes Doctor” said Julia, and she started to pull Mike’s jeans down and eased his boxer shorts past his rampant cock. “Oh dear this is so swollen, let nurse kiss it better” and she bent forwards and kissed the very tip of Mike’s cock, letting her tongue taste the bead of juice that was still glistening there. “There, how’s that?” Julia stood up and continued to remove Mike’s jeans, smiling at him as she did. Mike groaned with pleasure.
“Nurse!” said Jenny sharply, “I want to talk to you privately; come outside with me for a moment please.”
Mike was nonplussed as Julia and Jenny went out of the bedroom and closed the door behind them. He didn’t know what was going on between them but he was sure that they were planning something naughty and exciting between them and that he was going to be the centre of their pleasure. He looked down at his rigid organ. “You and me are going to have some fun tonight, old son,” he said. “Don’t you go letting me down!” and he shivered with excited anticipation.
Jenny closed the bedroom door behind her and turned to Julia.
“Did you see the size of him, he’s enormous” she said to her sister.
“Yes I know. He’s got the biggest cock that I’ve ever seen” said Julia, “And he tastes absolutely wonderful” she said running her tongue over her lips.
“Yes, I noticed that you got in there very quickly” Jenny replied, smiling
“You’re not upset are you?” asked Julia, feigning wide-eyed surprise.
“No of course not. I’m sure there’s enough for both of us. But I thought it might be fun to play a little game with Mike, if you agree.” Jenny smiled again at her sister.
“Yes, let’s” said Julia. “What did you have in mind?”
Well, I think that we should undress out here so that he doesn’t know which one of us is which, that could be lots of fun pretending to be each other again like we used to do and then we should have some sort plan of which end we’re going to start so that we don’t get in each others way. What do you think?” said Jenny.
“That sounds great. Shall I start at the top and you at the bottom and then we could sort of meet in the middle?” Julia’s eyes sparkled at her sister.
“OK” said Jenny, “I’m on. Can’t you just imagine the feel of his rod inside you? I bet he can touch all of my insides at one go; he’s so huge! How about you, what do you fancy?”
Julia wet her lips with her tongue: “I want to let him taste my juices. I’m so wet down here and from what you told me earlier he must be a real expert with his tongue!”
“Yes he is.” Jenny smiled at the memory. “He had me on fire in seconds. So, are you ready?”
“Yes, let me help you.” Julia reached forwards and lifted her sister’s T-shirt over her head.
“Hang on” Jenny said and helped her sister in the same way. “Jeans off?”
“Jeans off!” and they both unbuttoned their jeans and kicked them off their long lithe legs. “You look good enough to eat.” Julia let her eyes roam over her sister’s naked body.
“Later, later!” joked Jenny, noting with pleasure her sister’s interest in her.
“Yes, I’m looking forwards to that” Julia said quietly, moving towards her sister.
“Oh, and the usual arrangement about sharing? You know, whoever makes him come first shares it with the other.” Jenny put her hand on Julia’s arm and held her breath, knowing the little ritual that was to come next.
“Yes, either like this, or like this.” Jenny mewed with delight as Julia, bending, let her tongue play first across the lips of her sisters’ moist slot and then, raising herself, kissed her sister fully on the mouth.
“Come on sis, let’s give him a night to remember.” Jenny took Julia’s hand and led her back into the bedroom.
Mike lay on his back on the bed wondering what the twins were plotting outside the bedroom door. He guessed that they were thinking up some naughty games, but had no idea as to what they might be. Perhaps they were all going to finish up doing it together. He had read about that and had often joked about it with his friends: ‘Menage a trois’ one of them had called it, and he had often wondered how it would be, who would do what to whom and whether he would have enough stamina to satisfy both of the girls, or perhaps they would end up satisfying each other.
He found that an intensely stimulating thought, but it had always remained firmly in the world of fantasy, something to think about when he was on his own, a little scenario in which any number of the most exciting things would happen to him and be done to him by the girls, like being their sex slave or watching them make love to each other as he filled one of them with his own handsome weapon.
These day dreams often ended with Mike masturbating slowly as the fantasy evolved, and then faster, with his hand matching the pace of the sexual fantasy that he was creating in his head until finally, culminating in a massive orgasm, he would watch with delight as his spurts of semen jetted onto his chest and belly, forming large warm pools of creamy release which he would later wipe off carefully before falling into a relaxing sleep into which his fantasies often continued. But he always felt a sense of anti-climax, as though something was missing.
He turned to look at his reflection in the mirrored doors of the wardrobe opposite the bed and saw himself, lean and muscled, laying on the satin sheets of Jenny’s bed, his huge erect member jutting out from his loins. Mike took his cock in his hand and slowly and deliberately moved the taught skin up and down, once, twice and a third and final time and then released his grip.
Perhaps tonight would be different.
Mike turned as he heard the door-latch being released and, pulling the silky satin sheet up to his chin, leaned against the bed-head. As the door slowly opened a sense of deja-vu gripped him, for revealed in the doorway was a sight that he had, until now, seen only in his wildest dreams: two of the loveliest girls he had ever seen or could imagine stood naked, their arms draped loosely about each others shoulders, smiling at him, their lips moist and slightly parted. He closed his eyes tightly and then opened them again, half expecting the vision to have disappeared; but no, they were still there. They were real and he was real and in a moment, unless he had badly misjudged the situation, he would be with them and amongst them and inside them!
Oh the skin and lips and nipples and Wow! Mike wanted to shout out, but before he could form his lips into a whoop of glee he stopped short, the breath rushing out of him. He realised that he couldn’t tell one from the other. Which was Jenny and which was Julia? He searched their faces for some hint or clue to their identity and then, when none was forthcoming, looked carefully at each girl’s magnificent body for some slight mark or shadow of familiarity that he might remember from his earlier encounter with Jenny, but again there was none. They were truly identical in every respect and feature; and what features!
He looked again, this time taking his time, allowing his gaze to wander and linger. Their faces he already knew, framed with thick blonde hair, with well formed even features, high cheek-bones and full, red luscious lips that hinted of passion and sensuality; and of course their twinkling, sparkling eyes that revealed their sense of humour and spirit of fun. Then lower, past their slender necks and smooth, gently sloping shoulders to their breasts, full and rounded, each surmounted with a delicately pink nipple surrounded by a dusky aureole; he noted with excitement that their nipples were pert and erect and that there seemed to be a slight taughtness in the skin surrounding them. He was sure that the two girls were just as aroused as he was. Mike let his gaze pass over their flat bellies to their smooth mounds. They were both completely shaved and their smoothness accentuated the swollen lushness of their labia that framed their valleys of delight. He could see the scintillating dew drops of love juice that lingered there and then the smooth sweep of flesh towards the lithe firmness of their long legs. He looked up and catching their eyes he smiled.
“Are you going to tell me which of you is which or do I have to guess it right?”
“Well, it’s a fifty-fifty chance I suppose” said the girl on the right: “What do you think?” She turned to her sister.
“I think that it would be unfair to expect an answer this soon, don’t you?” The girl on the left turned to Mike: “We’ll give you some clues and then you’ll have to work it out for yourself. OK?”
“Hmm. I can see this is going to be difficult but lots of fun. Will there be a prize if I get the right answer?” Mike smiled again.
“Oh lots and lots of prizes” said the first girl, “But this isn’t a race: there’s no prize at all for coming first!” She turned to her sister: “Ready?”
“Ready!”
They started towards Mike and he watched as they moved slowly towards him, one to the bottom of the bed and one to the top. The girl at the foot of the bed gathered a corner of the sheet in her hand and whisked it away in one movement, leaving him fully exposed before them. For a moment, Mike felt vulnerable and he glanced at her, trying to sense her next move, but he saw she was looking intently at his rigid organ, her lips slightly parted.
“Oh my oh my,” she said as she sat on the edge of the bed beside him, and he shivered involuntarily as she touched the inside of his thigh and ran her hand upwards towards his crotch, brushing his scrotum with the backs of her fingers.
“This is a big one.” Now she came closer and, cradling his balls with one hand, she let her fingernails play along the line behind his scrotum so that at their furthest reach they were just touching the outermost edges of his anus.
Her touch was electric and he clenched his buttocks and lifted his hips in response to the sensation. Mike had raised his head so that he could see the source of the wonderful feelings and he watched as she placed her other hand on his belly amongst the thick mat of pubic hair and pressed him firmly back onto the bed, moving still closer to him so that he could feel her breath warm on him, like a zephyr, gentle and tantalising. Her hand closed around his organ and she worked the skin up and down, allowing her fingers to apply a gentle yet firm pressure to the underside of it whilst squeezing him softly at the top of every stroke; she bent her head still closer to him until his view was obscured by her tumbling blond hair that swept across him and he waited, his breath tight in his throat, waited for that so often imagined first touch of her lips on the bursting head of his penis.
“There, there….” A voice by his ear soothed him as he sighed at the touch of lips and tongue on his organ; he felt a hand take his and squeeze it. “It will be all right; here, let me make you feel better.” The other sister was standing beside him at the top of the bed, watching him with a gentle look about her eyes. She bent to kiss him and, at the same time, still holding his hand moved it to her inner thigh so that he could feel the moisture on the lips of her vagina.
Her breasts hung from her like sprays of creamy blossom and he felt the warmth of her body come to him as first her nipples and then her full, warm breasts met his chest. Mike was filled with wonder as her mouth covered his with a warm wetness; he could feel her pressing his hand against her vagina and he moved his fingers until, finding her love slot, he slipped them easily into her, feeling the wetness of her juices. She kissed him hard, mimicking the action of his fingers with her tongue and, at the same time, moved herself against his hand.
She pulled away from his mouth and, moving his hand to her lips, licked some of her wetness from Mike’s fingers before placing them on his lips so that he too could taste her juices. Mike took her wrist and pulled her fingers into his mouth, sucking eagerly at her fingers and he was aware that he was matching the pace of the other sister’s mouth on his penis.
The sensations were exquisite and he could sense a swelling urgency in his loins as the two rhythms paced each other. He thrust his hips upwards, wanting to penetrate the sweet warmth of her throat, but she was ready and took his length easily, at the same time squeezing hard the base of his penis and pulling him from her so stifling his urge to come. He stared into the eyes of the sister on top of him in a silent plea but she was intent on her own pleasure.
“Now I want the real thing; I want to feel your tongue inside me. Eat me, suck me!” and saying these words she climbed over Mike, and kneeling astride his chest, held the lips of her vagina apart so that Mike could see the glistening pinkness of the lips and the swelling bud of her clitoris. He was still aware of the continuing grip on his penis and was thankful that he was able to relax a little and concentrate on what was before him.
He could sense the sweet muskiness of her cunt and was certain that it was the same scent that he could remember from his encounter earlier with Jenny, but the two sisters were so alike that he supposed they might even taste the same and anyway this one seemed so eager that she must be wanting to try out something that her sister had told her about earlier.
At the moment he didn’t care anyway. Mike reckoned that he had his hands full and it was only a matter of time before one of the girls decided he should come and he guessed there would be very little he could do about it; and was he going to come! Mike was ready to shoot the load of the century. He was only sorry that only one girl would get that first magnificent shot. He would discover shortly that he was wrong! He took one last lingering look at the intricate folds and crevices that were before him and then buried his face in her love slot, slurping at her juices and sucking at her clitoris. He moved his hands around to hold the rounded cheeks of her bottom and pulled her to him, now licking the length of her slot. She still had her fingers by her fanny and now she put the fingers of one hand into the top of her slot and started to rub herself quicker and quicker, all the time working herself against Mike’s tongue.
“Oh yes, yes! Do it, do it! Make me come. Taste me, suck me!”
“And me, me too!” A voice from further down the bed startled Mike, and he almost lost his rhythm as he felt a wonderful warmth envelop his throbbing cock. The other sister had mounted him and he could feel her pressing down on him so that his organ reached the very top of her vagina. He thrust into her and she gasped as she took his full length. He came up for air and saw to his excitement that the twins were leaning against each other, kissing each other and the one behind was caressing the breasts and belly of her sister, and moving her hand down she entwined her fingers with those of her sister and joined in the rhythmic massaging of her sisters love slot. There was only one motion now, all three were moving together, moving towards a common goal with an urgency that tied them together. Mike joined in:
“Don’t stop: ride me, now,now!”
“Yes, now,now!”
“Oh yes, nooooowwwwww…..!”
Their voices joined in a glorious unison and release as they climaxed together. Mike thrust his tongue deep into her dripping love slot as the twin nearest to him came in a series of shudders and then again, more gently this time, still moving slowly against him. Below, he felt he had exploded as he released his load, spurting again and again into the hot wetness of the sister who was grinding down on him, wanting to feel his load burst high inside her. She was working herself against the base of his penis, rubbing her clitoris on the roughness of the tangle of pubic hair that surrounded the root of his organ, and Mike felt the warm wetness of her juices on his belly as her orgasms shook her once, twice and then again.
The twins, still holding each other, slumped onto Mike and the three of them lay breathing heavily, recovering from their amorous exertions. Mike could feel the breath of the girl nearest to him playing on his cheek, and tuning his head he saw that she had her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted; he kissed her gently and she responded, gently biting his lower lip as she did so.
Mike pulled away and looked at her, trying still to guess her identity.
“Are you Jenny or Julia?” he asked, tasting his lips where she had just nibbled them.
“Can’t you tell?” she smiled. The two sisters always enjoyed these guessing games and had often experienced the excitement of swapping roles and partners, delighting in the physical differences and techniques that each new lover brought to their lovemaking and had never yet been found out. “Can’t you remember the taste of Jenny?”
“Yes I think I can but I would have to make a comparison to be sure” he smiled back.
“Hey, what about me, can’t I join in?” asked the other twin as she eased herself from Mikes’ now softening organ. “What’s this about tasting I can hear?”
“Mike says he would have to taste both of us to be certain which one is which. What do you think?” she replied, nibbling again at Mikes’ lips.
“I think I must taste of Mike at the moment as he has just filled me with the most enormous amount of cum, haven’t you Mike?” She moved up the bed, holding a hand protectively between her legs as if to keep safe the memory of Mikes’ orgasm, and bent to kiss him, first on the tip of his nose and then on the mouth. “You certainly know how to fill a girls’ desires…. and every other part of her!” She kissed him again.
“Hmm. Suppose that this isn’t really Mike here,” said the first twin, nibbling again on Mikes’ lower lip and then pretending to savour the taste like a fine wine; “Perhaps I ought to do some comparative tasting and see if my sister tastes the same and then we’ll know if it was you that filled her wildest dreams! What say you sister?”
“I think you’re right. We ought to be sure who’s who here!”
Mike listened and watched with wide eyed fascination at this exchange and then in excited disbelief as the girls arranged themselves besides him: the one he had come in lay back with her legs slightly parted and the other sister started to kiss her, first on her thighs and then, moving ever closer and higher, to the glistening length of her slot that was oozing with the love-juices of their earlier activities. She held her sister by the waist, pulling her towards her and he could hear the rhythmic lapping of her tongue as she savoured the exquisite cocktail of flavours that their earlier lovemaking had produced.
Julia lay back against Mike’s legs and let her fingers wander across her breasts towards her nipples. She was in a state of perfect happiness having just had the biggest cock she had ever seen, deeper inside her and making her come more often and with greater intensity, fill her with the most enormous load of creamy cum that she could remember; and now Jenny was making her come again as she licked and sucked on her labia and clitoris, tasting the salty richness of Mikes’ cum. Julia moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue so that she could speak:
“You said earlier that I looked good enough to eat; were you right?” Her voice was barely a whisper and as she said these words Julia was moving her hips round and round, arching her back as she did so and matching the movement to the pace of Jenny’s tongue.
Jenny paused just long enough to reply: “Oh yes sis, you’re always good enough to eat.” and with that she resumed her slurping of her sisters cum filled slot.
Mike could feel Julia tensing and starting to tremble as her orgasm gathered pace until finally it overcame her, rushing through her belly and body to the extremities of her limbs. Her legs were stretched to their fullest extension, rigid with her release as she came in waves, filling Jenny’s mouth with her juices.
Mike was aware of pain and he looked to see Julia’s fingernails dug into his hand in the passion of her orgasm. She shivered briefly as the last of her orgasm washed through her. She didn’t need to say much:
“Yes. Oh yes……yesss.” was all Julia could manage.
Jenny gave her sister’s love slot one last lingering suck and then came up, kissing her belly as she did so.
“I love you sis,” she kissed Julia briefly on the lips before continuing: ” but I think I have some work to do here though.” She leant across her sister, and taking Mike’s flaccid organ in her hand, bent her head to it and took it in her mouth swirling her tongue about the glans and sucking on his shaft.
Mike groaned with pleasure as his cock at first stirred lazily and then stiffened vigorously at the touch of Jenny’s mouth. He had to speak:
“Oh yes, oh yes, oh do it, don’t stop, you’re going to make me come again.”
“Not yet,” said Jenny “I want you to fuck me first.”
He looked up and watched as she took his glistening shaft from her mouth. She smiled at him as she did so, moving up the bed so she could place Mike’s now fully erect cock against the opening of her slot. Guiding it with her hand, she lowered herself slowly onto his shaft, an involuntary gasp escaping her lips as she settled onto the full length of him. She could feel herself stretched by the girth of his huge cock.
“Oh my, you are a big boy aren’t you.” She moved against him, settling herself.
Mike expected her to start moving on him but she seemed to be waiting for something. Julia was moving behind her sister. He couldn’t see what she was doing but whatever it was it was making Jenny move and squirm. Suddenly her eyes widened and then almost immediately closed, a smile spreading across her lips.
“Oh yes sis; that’s it, that’s it Ju.”
Jenny was starting to move sensuously on his cock but also against a huge double ended dildo that Julia was using, one end in her own love slot and the other in Jenny’s bum-hole.
As Jenny moved on his cock Mike could feel the pressure of the dildo against his organ every time that Julia thrust into her sister. Their rhythm and pace increased until they were moving as one, their actions reaching a crescendo as they orgasmed together. Mike thrust into Jenny as he shot his load into her, each thrust travelling through Jenny and along the length of the dildo into Julia and back again to Mike.
The three of them stayed locked together as the enormity of their orgasms swept over them.
After what seemed an eternity they disentangled and lay together, wet with each other’s juices, the room heady with the scent of their lovemaking.
Before long they were asleep but not before Julia had asked: “Hey Jenny, want to share Mike for breakfast?”
Mike smiled to himself. He could think of a couple of dishes that he’d like for breakfast.