'I can't trust either of you for a moment!'
The voice rang through the door, and Sid sat bolt upright his eyes wide opened his mouth hanging like broken hinge. June had found them!
She came into view, wearing only a towel, sarong-style, which just covered the twin mounds of her breasts and barely covered her pubis. He knew it was stupid time to think about it, but Sid felt he had never seen her looking so appealing… her legs still moist and her hair wisping from the steam of her bath.
'I see you two have the lesson off to an early start!' June said with a sarcastic note.
He saw her eyes fall on his ponderous prick and was self-conscious at the way it stuck up like a flag, waving blue and purple in the sunlight, a drop of cum from his just-thwarted orgasm glistening in the slit at the top. May knelt there, looking at her sister, her hand still squeezing at his balls.
'How could you do this to me, May?' June asked, a feigned, pained expression on her face.
'I just couldn't help it, June…' May answered in a low voice. Sid didn't know where to look next. He felt mortified at being found like this by June and was afraid she wouldn't understand that he had thought it was her at first.
'Look, girls…' he began in a conciliatory voice.
'You stay out of this!' they chorused together, making Sid feel like a chastised schoolboy.
'What are, we going to do?' the older sister asked.
'I guess we'll have to share him,' the younger Dunlap said in practiced reply.
With that, June let her towel drop from her body.
'What are you two talking about?' Sid stammered. He'd already been planning to slip away as soon as possible.
He was answered by a burst of girlish giggles and then he felt a hand against his chest and he was pushed over backwards on the carpet. Chaos ensued for a moment until he felt his cock become warm and moist again, the hypnotizing slipping of a warm buttery mouth down over its almost full length, the gently insistent milking of his balls. He was just about to raise his head when he felt a warm moistness over his face, a weight on his chest, and then his breath was cut off for a moment. Opening his eyes, he looked up and saw a soft dark forest, surmounted by a flat smooth belly, rising to upswept breasts proudly pointing. Her head was thrown back and he could just catch a glimpse of a black mane. It must be June, he thought, or is it May?
She settled back on his chest and then closed her thighs around his face, easing the damp pinkness of her pussy over his nose and mouth. Heat was rising in his groin again as May, or was it June, continued to lick along the underside surface of his cock, slavering lovingly over its growing girth, jerking his scrotum with a stormy hand. The sweet feminine smell of the pink furrowed pussy on his face assailed his nostrils and his own warm breath returned, cunt-scented, to add to his fervor.
He stabbed out with his tongue and began to emblazon trails of fire in its warm hair-lined folds, bringing gurgles of pleasure from the girl above. He probed with his tongue at the satiny softness of the hair-lined outer lips, feeling their swollen fleshiness, biting at their pliant edges. His tongue found the crinkle-edged inner lips, tiny and ragged, and taunted them mercilessly. He came upon the burgeoning button of her clitoris, already a hard bud, and holding it firmly with his teeth, licked at it relentlessly with his laboring tongue, feeling it growing and expanding under his oral lashing, wringing shrieks from the passion-ridden girl, who was twisting around an his face, trying to escape the maddening ministration. His tongue roamed at will, dabbing at the luscious chiffony flesh, until it found the dark, private sensitive opening to her body. It darted inside, and he could feel her velvet cunt walls contracting, opening and closing on his tongue. He could taste the nectar-like juices and seepage of her downy pussy, which dripped down around his tongue and fell into his mouth and dribbled down his chin. She was rocking about on his face, his knees clenched over the crown of his head. All along his face, he could feel the smooth silkiness of her inner thighs and the soft curliness of her pubic hair tickled his nose.
Looking up he could see her full, jiggling breasts bobbing, like buoys at sea. Reaching up he encompassed each firm, ripe melon in his hand and felt with pleasure the smooth resiliency of their alabaster-like flesh. The hardened nipples were like thorns butting against his palms and he could feel the contraction of the wrinkled areolae as they strove to greater rigidity.
A sense of weightlessness took hold of him as he licked and lapped with his tongue in time to the sucking of the mouth below on his near-bursting cock and his mind began to wander into a mistiness of sensuality.
He was brought back to reality by a knock on the door which rattled in his brain. In the height and dizziness of their passion, they had failed to hear the maid pounding on the door. Nonplused for a moment, Sid stopped slavish licking of the cunt squashed against his face, but the vacuum-like sucking of his enormously erect cock continued unabated, in spite of the pounding.
He could sense the girl's approaching orgasm and she began to mash her helplessly aroused pussy harder down into his face, her entire loins rimming his nose and mouth, so that he had difficulty breathing. She clasped his soaking hair and pulled furiously on it while she strained to climax, bucking about over him. He rammed his tongue deep up into the churning mouth of her cunt, bringing cry after tortured cry from her lust tormented throat. Her maddened thrashing made a wet sluicing sound as her heated loin ground hungrily on the surface of his face and her breasts felt slippery as he tried to clutch at their wildly dancing fullness. The image of a mermaid entered his mind, wet, sensuous, rising from the sea, and the thought renewed his feverish tongue slashing far up into her smooth cuntal depths, where he could feel the sinewy walls closing in on his tongue, desperately trying to tear it from its roots.
Then he felt her stiffen, her entire body straightening like whiplash, and he heard her voice in gasping sobs?
'Aaaaahhhhh… oooh, God, I'm cummmmming!!'
Her whole body seemed to shatter over Sid, and he could feel the wild vibrations as they passed from her shimmering cunt up through her body, like myriads of electric shocks. She arched her slender back and then jerked uncontrollably, moaning and wailing to the skies, as a wildly cascading flood of her sexual juices spilled down over his face to slid down over his chin and neck.
The tremendous force of her tumultuous orgasm loosened the control Sid had over his own climax, prolonging the exquisite pleasure, and just as he felt that his sperm bloated balls would burst, the torrents of his hot jetting sperm let loose. He ground up his pelvis against the voraciously sucking girl, sinking his member in her voraciously milking mouth up to the hilt, as the searing hot sperm exploded down her gulping gullet.
'Nnnnnggghhhooooohhh aaaarrrggghhhh!' he moaned and gurgled into the cunt of the still-twitching girl above, and with one final outrageous paroxysm, spurted his last drop of lust heated semen deep into the still pumping oval mouth of the young sister below him. His last orgasmic spasm disengaged the swooning beauty on his chest and all three gradually fell in a drenched tangle on the floor, panting in great gulps.
Minutes later, his breath back to normal, Sid looked up at the two girls. They were laughing and giggling, their bodies sleek and shiny from their lovemaking, their hair entangled.
God they are identical, he thought, as he looked at their glistening bodies.
His unfinished question brought another bout of twittering, until finally, one of them said, 'Guess…'
'I couldn't,' Sid answered, smiling.
'Then we won't let you go until you find the rose petal!' the decadent sisters laughed together and Sid nodding in agreement, reached over towards the two eager and waiting girls, the French lesson forgotten for the day.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sybil saw red with rage. What was Sid trying do to her? Drive her crazy? The rent was long overdue – one month to the day to be exact – and Sid hadn't given her a nickel to pay Mr. Hansen, the normally patient landlord who was quickly seeing red himself! The Scandinavian home-owner had phoned yesterday and today, intimating that he'd soon be forced into taking legal action if Sid didn't come up with at least half of the rent very soon. Where was Sid's mind these days, anyhow?
Sybil slammed her foot hard on the sewing machine's foot pedal, only to cause the thread to break in the needle. Damn! Couldn't anything go right? Now she'd have to tear out the zipper that was half sewn in and start all
