The younger of the Allen sisters soaped my stomach and thighs with a warm 
washcloth while the elder, lying naked on the bed, masturbated lazily with a 
blue dildo, and told erotic stories in between orgasms. My cock had been hard in
a relaxed comfortable way for some time, and the gentle rubbing of the rough wet
cloth on my thighs and balls was driving me slowly crazy.

"Would you like Julie to eat you now?", asked Pat, the elder sister, from the
bed, slowly withdrawing the shiny blue head of the dildo from her dripping cunt
after a long breathless orgasm. I just lay back and smiled, sighing and gasping 
as the girl's small hands circled again past the base of my penis. Julie, the 
nineteen-year-old, was still wearing the thin cotton t-shirt over her young 
boobs; if I looked down at her, I knew I'd be able to see her nipples standing 
hard and pink and erect under the white fabric. But if I looked down at her,
I might come on the spot, and I didn't want that to happen yet.

Pat must have nodded at Julie, or Julie just decided for herself, because I felt
the ends of her long dark blonde hair tickling my groin, and then her lips slid 
around the head of my cock, warm and soft, and she began to suck. I groaned, and
moved my hips, sliding myself further into her mouth.

I heard the bed creak, and opened my eyes long enough to see Pat, naked, get up 
and move around behind Julie with the dildo.

I first noticed Pat Allen the first time I came to town, scouting locations for
the new headquarters. I was eating lunch with some of the crew in the downtown
diner, and Pat was our waitress. I noticed something different about her right 
off. Something about the way she jiggled under the tight grey waitress uniform, 
and something about the way her eyes looked that made me want to fuck her at 
once, there on the table. She saw me looking at her, and grinned, and I thought
of how her lips must taste. I was lost to the world for the rest of the meal,
watching her ass and her breasts. Trying to undress her with my eyes, I looked 
for the creases of bra and panty lines under the uniform. There weren't any. 
Maybe that was why her body moved so erotically; maybe she was naked under the 
uniform.

Thinking about the fabric rubbing against her nipples, her bare thighs, her 
cunt, got me achingly hard. She caught me staring at her ass, and winked. I 
found a little note on my dessert plate. It said "That's right, mister, nothing
underneath at all. Good eyes!" I wanted to find her before we left, maybe tear 
off her uniform and make her on the floor, but she was gone. I had some amazing 
fantasies about her in the hotel that night, though.

Pat moved around behind Julie, who was bent over sucking my cock, with her small
round ass in the air. Pat spread her sister's thighs from behind, and began to 
stroke the dildo back and forth across her cunt. Julie raised her head from my 
crotch long enough to grin, and whisper "Oooh, hello there, Gus!". The girls 
call all dildos "Gus"; when I asked why, they just laughed. As Pat slid the big 
blue plastic dong slowly into Julie's cunt, she bent down and kissed her sister's
sweet ass. Julie began to moan, and suck harder and faster on my throbbing dick.
Her tongue urgently rubbed the thin skin of the head, and I could feel myself 
swelling and throbbing, getting bigger and harder in her mouth. I groaned, and
held her rocking head in my hands, the better to fuck her mouth. I could feel 
the come gathering between my hips.

The next time I met Pat Allen was just before the first time I got between her
legs. The headquarters relocation was done, and I'd moved into town, renting a 
cheap apartment in Eastwick. I was relaxing in the hotel bar one night, nursing 
a bourbon and watching the girls go by, when she slipped onto the stool next to 
me and ordered a beer. I recognized her immediately, the same firm naked ass and
big lovely boobs, this time under a thin, tight, short dress, the same 
come-fuck-me eyes. After a swallow of beer, she turned slowly towards me, and 
gave me that grin again. "So, eagle-eye," she said, and her voice was low and 
smooth, "still like what you see?" "Very much," I replied. She considered for a
second, then slid off the stool. "Come on," she said, nodding in the direction
of the elevators. I followed her out of the bar, admiring her legs from behind, 
and wondering if this was really what it felt like.

In the elevator, she pressed Seven, and then stood silently next to me, looking 
into my eyes and smiling. My cock was beginning to swell. My head was full of 
the scent of her perfume and the smell of her skin; I wanted to pull her against
me, kiss her mouth, stroke her ass through the thin dress. She licked her lips,
and I realized that her breathing was as heavy as mine. The elevator doors 
opened, and we stepped out, carefully not touching each other. She walked around
the corner, unlocked a door, and beckoned me inside.

As soon as I walked in and the door closed behind us, she was in my arms. She 
pressed herself urgently against me, and drew my head down to her mouth. We 
kissed softly, getting a feel for each other, and then her lips opened. With 
both hands on her ass, I pulled her even more tightly against me, as she moaned 
deep in her throat and took my tongue hungrily into her mouth. Then she broke 
away from me, and whipped the dress off over her head. Naked except for sheer 
white thigh-high stockings, she lay back on a big white couch and spread her 
legs apart. As I struggled out of my shoes, pants, and shorts, she smiled, and
stroked her clit with two fingers, waiting for me.

I entered her quickly and deeply, and she gasped and closed her eyes. I kissed 
her long and hard on the mouth, and then raised myself up, to admire her body 
while we fucked. Almost as soon as I was inside her, she began to moan and rock 
her hips, taking me even more deeply into her. My cock was big and hard in her 
pussy, but I could tell I was a long way from coming. She ran her hands greedily 
over my back and my ass as I moved in and out; I rose up slightly, to run my 
shaft up and down over her swollen clit. She opened her eyes, and pulled me 
down over her again, kissing and biting my neck, and whispering in my ear, 
"You're pretty fucking good at this, aren't you? Ah, God!". She was the hottest 
woman I had ever had; I could feel the walls of her cunt tightening already, 
and an orgasm gathering in the muscles of her stomach. By the time I came, 
thrusting wildly in and out of her gushing pussy, she had come two or three 
times, screaming quietly between her wet lips, and digging her fingernails into
my ass. When we were both spent, I lowered myself softly down onto her, running
my tounge softly around her left nipple, and buried my face between her boobs.

After allowing me a brief rest in that heaven, she rolled me off of her, kissed 
me softly, almost shyly, on the lips, and disappeared into another room. I heard
her say "Make yourself at home; I've got to go out," and then a shower started 
up. I'd just managed to sit up on the couch and start looking for my pants, when 
a girl's voice from somewhere said "Have you been fucking my sister, you naughty
man?".

Pat moved the big blue dildo mercilessly in and out of Julie's soaking cunt, and
Julie's eyes rolled up in their sockets as she took me more and more deeply into
her mouth. With beautiful timing, Pat brought her sister to orgasm just as I 
shot into her mouth. Waves of pleasure rolled down my spine and out my cock, and
Julie struggled to swallow all my cum while her body convulsed in her own 
ecstasy. After the storm, Julie collapsed onto me, her hair spread over my 
crotch and thighs, her tongue lazily caressing my limp exhausted dong. Pat sat 
back on the bed, stroking herself idly and grinning at us in a fond maternal way
that made me want to screw her brains out.

"Does your big sister often bring strangers home to ball?" I was sitting on a 
cushion on the dimly-lit balcony above the living room of the Allen's suite, 
talking to Julie. It was her voice I'd heard, and I was relieved to see that it
hadn't been some 10-year-old watching me screwing the big-boobed woman on the 
white couch. Julie was younger than her sister, but a nice curvy eighteen, old 
enough to keep me out of jail.

"Only nice strangers; she's a real good judge of character." Julie has smaller 
boobs than her sister, and a slimmer ass, but plenty of curves, simply incredible
legs, and the same bedroom eyes. I just sat there quietly, still in the 
afterglow of fucking Pat, enjoying staring at Julie's body in her tight T-shirt 
and cutoff jeans. We discussed her sister's various skills and qualities, and 
generally made small talk. It was a few minutes before I kissed her, and a few
more minutes before she was naked on the floor, writhing under my mouth as I 
sucked her clit and moved two fingers in and out of her moist pink pussy. There's
something very satisfying about making a woman come with no particular intent to
actually fuck her; after having had Pat, I knew my cock would be fat and sleepy
for awhile yet, so I took my time bringing Julie off. "OH!" she gasped as her 
clit throbbed and her cunt-walls began to squeeze my fingers, "Oh, I think we're
going to like you a LOT!" I grinned and flicked her clit with my tongue, 
bringing her to a long shuddering orgasm.

An hour later, I woke from a light doze on the balcony to find Julie gently 
stroking my cock with her warm tits. As I hardened, and Julie noticed I was 
awake, she grinned broadly at me and took me deep into her mouth, licking the 
thin sensitive skin with her soft sharp tongue.  I came quickly and thoroughly,
groaning and bucking as she eagerly swallowed my cum. Afterwards, she stretched
out next to me, and stroked my chest fondly until we both fell back to sleep.

So that's how I met the Allen sisters, and how I ended up here on the last day
of the <B>Labor Day weekend</B>, with Julie collapsed in my lap as Pat sits naked
on the bed, still grinning at us, and beginning to stroke herself between the 
legs with the big blue dildo again. I'm looking forward to ten or fifteen minutes 
from now, when I plan to wipe the smile off her face by ramming my cock one more
 time into her waiting pussy.

   by Mark Aster