wore nothing under her skirt, and I could feel my cock hardening as my eyes traced the faint outline of her pussy, covered by a thick thatch of coal-black down.
Dianna, in reaching for a joint on the table in front of us, had let her robe fall open in front, the fullness of her left breast exposed. I watched Bob's eyes as he feasted on her bosom, Dianna not bothering to pull the gown back in place.
A second joint was lit and passed around. I stood up, and, having to think through a numbing swirling rush from the dope, started a tape rolling, the room filling with the soft, almost imperceptible rumble of some very mellow music. By this time, Anita's dress was completely open, and I wanted to bury myself in the soft black darkness that she was displaying so casually. The atmosphere in the room was tight with tension as we spoke, talking about everything except that which was foremost on our minds. After a third joint had been smoked, I turned 13 and faced Dianna.
'Why don't you show your sister the surprise I gave you,' I suggested. Dee responded with an anxious smile. She stood up and stepped around the low, round coffee table in the center of the room and over to Anita, finally standing directly in front of her. Dee closed her eyes as her fingers again untied the sash that held the gown together. With a quick, shrugging movement of her shoulders, the white robe slipped to the floor. I watched as Anita's eyes went over the curving flesh in front of her. Dianna's nipples were hard and a bright pink-red, her huge breasts rising and falling in breathy anticipation.
Dianna spread her thighs open as Anita's eyes rested on the silk belt that kept the dildo in place. Dee stepped closer as her sister leaned forward and slowly untied the cord. Anita stood up as the strap fell to the floor.
Anita was almost exactly as tall as Dianna, perhaps a half-inch shorter at most. The sisters looked at each other, deeply into the eyes of the other, neither saying a word. Then suddenly, there occurred one of those magic times, when, without words, the thoughts bounding between people become so intense that all at once there's a terrific, unseen and and unheard explosion of release, when thoughts and desires become one and dominate everything else.
Anita stepped back from Dee and, with a few quick movements of her own, she stood naked. The two women moved together, their four erect, throbbing nipples just barely touching, the anticipation of one teasing the anxiousness of the other.
Dianna leaned forward just a bit, until her lips touched those of her sister. Anita's tongue darted out, whisking at the soft red, also-darting tongue of Dee. As they teased one another, their bodies moved again toward each other, this time more closely, until the round softness of their breasts crushed themselves into the softness of the other. My cock stiffened to its aching full length as Anita's hands traced an endless grid of invisible lines over the slopes and curves of Dianna's body, the unfamiliarly feminine fingers, beckoning Dianna farther and farther down into the dizzy rushing path of her own excitement. Anita's fingers slipped lower and lower, tracing and retracing their way over Dee, until finally they had flowed over and across her belly, waiting for the twin's response.
I quietly got up off the couch and stepped over to where Dianna and Anita embraced. I motioned to Anita with my eyes and she stepped back from Dianna's arms.
Anita stepped behind Dianna; I put my hand on her shoulders, forcing her to lean over. I bent over and, reaching around her waist, I pulled open the cheeks of her ass, exposing her two tight southerly openings to Anita. Kneeling down, still directly behind Dianna, Anita let her fingers slide between the lips of Dianna's cunt, and very slowly she pulled the still-trembling dildo from her tight wet grasp. Anita found the switch and flipped it; then, her eyes on mine, she brought the shimmering white plastic to her mouth, and licked at the oily globs of Dianna's love juices. Lapping it down, she licked it clean, then let it fall to the carpet next to her.
Then Anita forced Dianna down onto her knees. I placed a cushion under Dee's belly; Dianna arched up, spreading her thighs apart, her rear end high in the air. Her sister knelt between her legs, then lowered herself so that finally her mouth was only a few inches from Dee's pussy. I stood up and moved back to the couch, and, with Bob, watched, transfixed, as Anita, inching closer and closer to Dianna, began flicking her tongue out to the lips of Dee's cunt.
I felt my balls growing heavy with the surging tide of my own needs as Anita pressed her whole mouth against Dee, her tongue licking and sucking at her deliriously open pussy. Anita's tongue made soft wet sounds as she drank in Dianna's honey flavor. Bob had moved to the floor and, leaning on his side next to the two women, watched as if he had become hypnotized as the red thirsty tongue snaked its slippery way into the pink shimmering darkness.
Just as Dianna's soft moans began to drift into hoarse, throaty demands, Anita turned her sister over onto her back. Anita then knelt, straddled over Dianna, so that her pussy was directly over Dianna's mouth. Slowly, very slowly, Anita squatted down, until Dianna's outstretched tongue disappeared between the lips of Anita's cunt. Anita tensed at the featherlike pressure as Dianna's tongue slipped up into her, and then lowered her head down to Dianna's anxious, accepting pussy.
As Dianna licked at her wet depths, Anita's lips found the slippery red clitoris, and, sucking the swollen pulsing thing into her mouth, began pumping lightly on her twin; Dianna, her husky pleadings now filling the room, began to squirm, arching up and spreading her thighs back, silently demanding of her sister that she go on and on with her searching examination.
Anita adjusted her position, shifting her weight onto her elbows; with her arms reaching down and around Dianna's hips, her fingers found their way between the cheeks of her sister's ass. Dianna arched up as Anita spread her open, all the while letting her tongue run uncontrolled over the pink soft wetness of Dianna's cunt. Dee groaned as her sister slowly inserted a long slender finger up into her anus. Anita pushed up into her with her finger, while at the same time driving down into her pussy with her tongue. Dianna responded, pushing her tongue up into Anita's cunt, holding her twin against her mouth, the two women entangled in the soft desperate graspings of the other, and began the first of what was to be an almost endless oily chain of climax after climax.
As the two sisters writhed together, Bob raised himself to one knee and, catching my eye, motioned me to move around behind his wife. I stepped over to the two women, and then knelt down directly behind Anita. She had squatted all the way down onto Dianna's mouth, her thighs spread wide over Dianna's face. I reached out, running my hands over her slightly raised ass, gently kneading my fingers into the soft contours of her cheeks. Bob leaned over and pulled her open; Anita arched up as I teased at her tight dark rectal opening with the tip of my fingers. Bob reached over and grabbed a bowl of oil that I had placed on the coffee table. Dabbing some on his finger, he rubbed the slippery stuff between her sweet buttocks. Then, with Anita's ass glistening from the stuff, I inserted a finger down into her. Dianna drove her tongue farther into her sister's cunt, and I could feel Dianna's movement with the tip of my finger. Anita moaned loudly and began rocking back and forth, back and forth, accepting more and more of Dianna's tongue, and taking more with hers, with each bucking, arching cycle.
I closed my eyes for a moment as my mind struggled against a falling, swaying rush, then opened them to find Bob, standing up, his hands stripping off his clothes. His cock, swollen to the full length, sprung out from his body like a thick red pipe. He stood there, looking down at the two luscious women at his feet as they rocked and bucked and arched their way through their first orgasm in perfect unison, The leaping flames in the fireplace had slowed to glowing golden embers, and dark shapeless shadows flitted across the walls of the room, enhancing the unworldly atmosphere that already encased us in its unrelenting grasp.
Dianna was on her back, her head propped up on a cushion, her legs spread open; her twin sister was above her, straddling her, Anita's pussy grinding down lightly on Dianna's mouth, Anita's tongue buried in Dee's cunt, her arms embracing, reaching around, her finger pushing into the tight darkness of her asshole.
I stood up and stepped over to Bob and the two women, shedding my clothes as I moved. I caught Bob's silent gesture, and I moved around behind Anita. She had her ass high up in the air, and I could see Dianna's tongue licking and sucking the pink flesh of her sister's pussy. My cock ached with its stiffness; a small pearl of precum seeped through, and it felt warm and sticky on the purple swollen head of my penis. Bob watched me as I lowered myself to my 20 knees, just above Dianna's head, almost against Anita's now slowly rotating backside. I reached down to Anita's glorious buttocks and gently pulled them open. I waited for a few seconds, watching her as she rocked back and forth, impaled now on her sister's tongue, exposed and open. Bob had moved down opposite me, kneeling just above Anita's head, almost against Dianna's pussy. Just as I watched, holding the cheeks of Anita's ass open, so did Bob watch Dianna, as he gently pushed her thighs up and out, pulling the lips of her cunt wide, allowing Anita to drive her tongue farther and farther into her wetness. The two sisters were still
