caught up in the sticky hot web of their shared climax, and Bob and I watched as they writhed together on the floor in front of us.
Bob's fingers were now pulling open the lips of Dianna's pussy; she moaned loudly as Anita again sucked her clitoris into her mouth as Bob drove two fingers up into her cunt. Slowly, I lowered myself down so that I rested on my elbows, my mouth only an inch or two above the crest of Anita's squirming ass, my cock hard and pulsing, trapped between my belly and the thick soft carpet. Dianna reached around Anita's hips from beneath, her fin21 gers pulling the cheeks of her pert behind open, as I began licking and teasing at her tight dark hole. Anita whimpered as I let my tongue lap at the soft warm secret between the mounds of her ass. Dee pulled her wider as I nudged my tongue down into her. I moved my tongue back and forth as I pushed farther and farther into her, until finally my lips were pressed hard against the soft, giving crest of her ass. Dianna released her clitoris from the sucking grasp of her mouth and once again slid her tongue up into her sister's pussy. As I sucked and licked at Anita's ass, I could feel the movement of Dianna's tongue in her cunt, the two of us drinking at Anita's flowing excitement.
Bob had reached under Dianna, and, his fingers almost dripping with Dee's juices, pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and pushed up into her darkness. Dianna arched up at the fullness, accepting the pressure. Anita continued eating Dee's cunt, her tongue deep within her pussy. Suddenly, the two women reached their peak, both tensing at the precise same moment, and then, still together as if one, they fell from that dizzying height, their two convulsing bodies entwined and joined, soaring through the bucking rushing or-22 gasm that they so intimately shared. I pressed my tongue deep down into Anita's ass, my mouth straining against her cheeks, eating and licking my way through the tightness, just as Dianna was gulping the sweet honeylike juices as they flowed from between the lips of her twin sister's cunt. Bob's fingers had disppeared into Dianna's ass, his hand pumping into her, while at the same time Anita licked and tasted Dianna's pussy.
For months, Dianna had fantasized about what it would be like to fuck, and to be fucked by, her twin sister. Dee had thrilled as to the opportunity for discovery of a body that had, for years, been so close to hers. One night not long ago, Dianna had said that it would be like tasting herself, and being eaten by her own lips and tongue. And now, as the two women writhed and squirmed against each other, impaled on tongues and fingers, it was apparent that the reality had, at the very least, satisfied the visions of the fantasy.
Finally, the two women began to slow, until at last, their needs, at least for the moment, had been met. Bob and I both stood up. Anita and Dianna remained on the carpet, in the arms of the other, their breathing labored and tired.
I stepped over to the fireplace and put a couple of new logs on the fire. Bob poured us some wine, and we sat down and spoke together quietly as the two sisters relaxed. I lit a joint, took a long hit, and then passed it over to Bob. Then perfumed smoke blended with the sexual musk of the sisters into an invisible, slightly moist cloud. I watched as Bob knelt back down next to the women. Gently, he lifted Anita off Dianna. As Dee watched through still-sleepy eyes, Bob spread her thighs apart, exposing her still open, still slightly trembling pussy. The flesh was pink and glistening, her swollen red clitoris peeking out from between the lips of her cunt, almost invis-iblypulsing. Bob watched her as he played with her. Several times his fingers found her nipples, hard as rubies, and he teased them, rubbing her huge shuddering breasts first this way then that way, pressing into them, using them like two round soft toys. A sparkling drop of her essence spilled from her cunt, and slowly made its sticky warm way down her thigh. Then Bob inserted two fingers up into her pussy, pushing his hand hard between her legs. Dianna arched up, spreading herself open, accepting his invasion of her with an 24 anxious anticipation.
I crawled over to Anita, who was now watching Bob examine Dee, his hand and eyes exploring every inch of her. Anita smiled at me and rolled over onto her hands and knees. She spread her thighs open, revealing her pussy, still wide open and gaping from Dianna's hungry tonguing. I reached out to the pink flesh as I knelt behind her. She was dripping, her anxiousness overflowing; she whispered something I couldn't quite hear.
Bob glanced over toward the two of us. He took his hand from between Dianna's legs, ignoring her gasping protests. Following his lead, I, too, stood up.
'I, uh, have a surprise for the three, well, actually the four of us…1 guess… and believe me, there's no better time than right now.'
Anita and Dianna and I all stared wide-eyed at Bob as he stepped over to a bag he had left on the table. He picked it up and disappeared down the hall leading to the guest bathroom. 'I'll be right back,' he waved as he disappeared. The two women and I waited for Bob's return, Dianna and Anita both restless with curiosity and a slight nervousness. They lay down next to each 25 other, gently caressing the other with slender, long-nailed fingers; I silently watched the two women as they shared in a closeness they had never before known. – After about ten minutes, Bob emerged from the darkness of the hall. In one hand he was carrying a white towel, rolled up into a soft, furry tube. Steam rose from the hot moist fabric. In his other hand he held a white silk scarf. He put the towel on the carpet next to the two women, and, as Dianna and I watched, completely fascinated, he tied the scarf around Anita's head like a blindfold. After tying a knot at the back of her head, he asked her if she could see, and she shook her head no in reply. He then gently forced her to lie on her back, her head propped up by a large cushion. He then took the wet, hot towel and unrolled it. Inside of the roll was a second towel, which he next spread open, and then slipped it under Anita's ass. Again, he turned back to the roll. He stretched out the towel completely. A small chrome-handled razor fell to the carpet. Bob got up, went quickly back to the bathroom, and then emerged a second time, this time holding in one hand a shaving mug and an old-fashioned brush, in his other hand a small shin-26 ing pair of scissors.
Dianna sucked her breath as she realized the nature of Bob's surprise. My cock sprang out stiffly, suddenly renewed, as visions of Anita's sweet pussy, its mound and lips as smooth as a young girl's, ripped through my mind. Bob was enjoying the scene immensely, his prick standing erect from his body.
Slowly, he knelt down between Anita's legs. Her thighs were spread wide, and the suddenly sightless woman, who now seemed so vulnerable as she lay there, open and spread and powerless, whispered, very softly, to those around her:
'What are you… going… to do to me?' she asked, her voice cracking a bit with an odd mixture of longing and fear.
Bob answered, his voice low and calm. 'Just going to take you back a few years, Anita. We want you to enjoy this. Just… relax and enjoy…' First, Bob took the scissors and clipped the down covering Anita's pubic mound, as close to the skin as he could get. At the sound of the first snip of the blades, Anita knew what Bob had planned for her. A smile broke across her lips, and she spread her thighs wider so as to give her tormentor more room in which to move. In less than ten minutes, he was done, Anita trimmed down almost to her flesh.
Next, Bob took a small jar of oil from the now-spread roll. Rubbing some on his hands, he began to caress Anita's mound with the stuff so that soon the pink flesh and coal-black thatch glistened with the slippery liquid.
Dianna was staring at Bob's hands as they massaged the warm fluid over and into her sister's pussy; Anita had begun to whimper softly; Dianna's right hand was now playing at Anita's breast, teasing at her nipple. My own eyes remained riveted to Anita's pink, slippery flesh.
Then Bob took the still-hot damp towel and pressed it between Anita's legs. Anita squirmed at the warm, soft pressure. Dianna had lowered herself next to her sister, and her lips had found her sister's hard, dark nipples. Dee flicked her tongue at it, licking around its base, then finally sucking the whole rosette into her mouth. Anita reached up and was now holding Dianna's head, pulling her against her softness. 'Oh… God, that feels… feels so good…' Anita whispered, hoarsely, spreading her thighs wider. 'Jesus, what… ever you're doing… the both of you… don't stop… don't stop…'
Bob held the towels against her for a few more minutes, as all the while Dianna sucked and licked at her breasts.
Removing the towel, Bob took the shaving cup and brush and handed it to me. I silently took them and began stirring the thick soft bristles of the brush against the warm wet soap in the cup, working it into a steaming, bubbly lather. I moved so that I was kneeling directly between Anita's legs. Bob reached back to the table behind him and picked up a large, rubber dildo, its shape between that of a ball and that of an oval. It was larger at one end than the other. Dianna leaned across Anita's belly, her fingers finding the lips of Anita's pussy, and pulling them open.
'Spread your legs open, Anita,' Bob instructed her. She did so, and I noticed her juices flowing down the inside of her thighs, seeping out from between the spread lips of her femininity in two sticky, slow-moving
