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Triplets (ff, mf, teens, inc)
by Anonymous
*****8
It was a large room as bedrooms go. The house was a four
bedroom bungalow. The wall between two of those rooms had been
knocked down to produce this one. It had an enormous walk-in closet
and its own bathroom with both sunken tub and large glass enclosed
shower stall.
Still, it seemed crowded. In one corner was the bunk bed, a
good sized one with a tall stepladder at the side. A third bed was
attached to the bunk, projecting out from the head making it an L
shaped piece of furniture.
There were, in addition to the beds, five dressers and three
desks spaced around the room, as well as a table and three chairs,
a full sized TV and a small couch.
A teenage girl lay back on the couch reading a book. Her
blonde hair was loose and thick and long and spread out all around
her as she sprawled back, legs spread, one hand behind her back and
the other holding the book above her. She wore cotton, string
bikini jockey shorts and a tank top. Because of the air-
conditioning, her nipples pushed out against the thin top.
Another blonde teenager sat at a desk, carefully typing on a
computer. She had her long, thick hair tightly pulled back from her
forehead and braided into a thick tail that hung down her back. She
was wearing a small white nightshirt with a black and white picture
of Albert Einstein. The front of her nightshirt also showed how
stiff her nipples were.
Yet another blonde was sitting on a window seat, her knees
drawn up to her chest. She held a writing pad on her knees and was
writing, a poem, as it happened. Her wide blue eyes were staring
out at the trees beyond her windows, but she didn't seem to notice
what went on, her mind occupied with some thought.
She wore a long, thin, silk Japanese style kimono, which was
too lose around her chest to show whether her nipples were, or were
not stiff. Anyway, her hair hung down in front of her chest and
would have blocked such sight.
All three young women had bright blue eyes, tiny snub noses
and delicate chins. They had thin oval faces and long, thick,
golden blonde hair. All had long, shapely legs, flawless
complexions, and hourglass figures.
All of them, in fact, looked exactly alike, which wasn't
astonishing at all, since they were sisters, and, in fact,
triplets, born minutes apart.
"Would somebody turn off the damned air-conditioning?" the
blonde slouching on the couch demanded.
"If you'd put some clothes on, Sandy, you wouldn't be so
cold," the blonde sitting at the desk sniffed.
"Up yours Brandy," Sandy replied. She gazed petulantly across
the room at the other girl, then smiled.
"Mandy?" Mandy?" She had to call twice to get her sister's
attention.
"Hmmmm?"
"How about turning off the air-conditioner. I'm cold."
"Sure," Mandy said, smiling, as she almost always did, putting
aside her pad and getting up. She walked gracefully across the room
to the other window and turned the air-condition off.
"Thanks Mandy,"
"You're welcome."
Oddly, though their voices were of identical tone, Mandy's was
low and musical, while her sister's was rather brusque and sharp.
Brandy's voice, on the other hand, was stern as she glared at both
her sisters.
"Really, Mandy, I don't know why you let her order you around
like that."
"I didn't order her," Sandy glared indignantly.
"I don't mind," Mandy said, smiling again.
"You could have got the damned thing yourself and not had her
do it," Brandy glared back at Sandy.
"She didn't mind," Sandy sniffed.
"You just take advantage of her."
"Like you don't."
"I don't. You're the lazy one."
"Stop being so bossy."
"I'm the oldest."
"Oh, Puuhhleeeasse. You're, like six minutes older than me and
maybe, what was it, fourteen more than Mandy. And you've been using
that for YEARS."
"Please don't argue about me," Mandy said, sounding anxious.
Both girls paused at the tone. Brandy sighed and turned back to her
computer. Sandy grunted and turned back to her book. Mandy was a
delicate girl who upset easily, especially by arguing or anger
between her sisters.
She was a poet, a cellist, and a painter, her head always in
the clouds as she sought inspiration. Both her sisters tended to
feel protective of her at times since she seemed to trust almost
anyone completely, not imagining people would abuse her trust.
Sandy, on the other hand, was suspicious and cynical. Her
poetry, what there was of it, tended to be obscene. She liked her
music hard, and as for painting... painting was for walls. Her
interests were elsewhere, in sports.
She was Captain of the school's field hockey, volleyball,
swimming, and track and field teams, a natural athlete.
As for Brandy, sitting punching at her computer keys, though
she loved her sisters dearly, both of them got on her nerves as
often as not. She deplored Sandy's crudeness, jocks being low on
her list of people to meet, and thought Mandy far too soft and
squeamish for the real world, a silly, weak female that disgraced
the very notion of feminism.
Brandy's world was math and science. She had no hobbies or
real interests outside school. She spent most of her time studying,
and was a straight A student with a ninety-nine percent average.
That was ten points better than Mandy, and twenty better than
Sandy.
She saved her file and turned off the computer, getting up and
stretching her back, then yawning loudly as she walked across to
her bed. She pulled back the covers and got in, snapping off the
light beside her bed as she pulled the covers over herself.
"Are you going to bed, already?" Sandy demanded from the
couch.
"It's late and we have school tomorrow."
"Yes, you're right," Mandy said, nodding her head
thoughtfully. She put down her pad and got up, going to her own
bed, which was the lower bunk. She undid the belt holding her
kimono closed and pulled it open and off.
Underneath she wore a pink silk chemise. It had thin spaghetti
straps and hung down to just above her belly button. She also wore
a matching string bikini bottom, and was almost totally unaware of
what a delectable sight she presented to any male who might have
been watching.
Sandy grumbled to herself, then got up and padded across to
the bunk. She bent and skimmed off her panties, then gripped her
tank top cross armed and lifted it up and off with a single fluid
motion, tossing both onto a nearby chair.
Naked, she climbed up the ladder at the side of the bunk and
half somersaulted onto the bunk above. She pulled the sheets around
herself as Mandy turned off the last light and the room was plunged
into darkness.
If Brandy hoped for quick sleep, she was to be disappointed.
For a soft sound soon began to float on the quiet night air. It was
the sound of harsh breathing, little gasps and pants, then grunts,
all of which grew louder as the seconds passed. She opened her eyes
and scowled fiercely up at the top of the bunk.
"Shit," she whispered to herself.
On the bottom bunk, Mandy looked up at the movements of the
mattress above her and the sounds of arousal and pleasure above her
and smiled gently.
"Ohhh Goooooood!" Sandy groaned, the sound showing her
excitement and passion.
"You're such a crude, low class little nympho, Sandy!" Brandy
snapped. Sandy ignored her, then began to grunt loudly, alternating
with desperate panting breaths. Brandy cursed under her breath and
glowered darkly.
If she hadn't been so excited Sandy would have laughed at the
annoyance in her sister's voice. Goading Brandy was one of her
chief pleasures in life. One of them. One of the others was
bringing alive the delicious pleasure in her body that came from
that tight, snug, wet little slit between her shapely legs.
She lay on her back on the top bunk, sheets aside, legs
splayed so her feet stuck out over the edge of the mattress. She
writhed on the bed, her left hand massaging, squeezing and
caressing her breasts, her right down between her thighs, two
fingers pumping in her snatch as she ground her thumb down over her
clitty.
Sandy was far from being a shy girl, tending to be boastful,
outgoing, loud and good natured. Around her sisters she was even
less timid, hiding nothing of her thoughts or her body.
"Uhnnnngghhhhh!" she gasped, forcing a third finger into her
tight cunt tunnel as she rubbed furiously at her outraged clitty.
She pinched her right nipple, then rolled the left between her
thumb and forefinger. She pumped her fingers back and forth in her
cunt, her pussy steaming with heat as she writhed and groaned and
whimpered in pleasure.
Mandy looked up and saw her sister's right foot sticking out
over the side of the bed and smiled again. She listened, for anyone
having fun, enjoying themselves, pleased her, especially when it
was one of her sisters. Like Sandy she was not shy, being generous,
helpful and friendly almost to a fault.
Her sister's masturbation did not annoy her, though she
fretted when Brandy cursed, knowing how her elder sister disliked
such... unrefined behaviour. In fact, far from being offended, she
found the sounds of her sister's pleasure rather sweet... as well
as arousing, and stimulating.
She lay on her back and looked up, wishing she could see
Sandy, not for prurient reasons but simply because she would have
enjoyed watching her sister's face in such pleasure. She knew Sandy
wouldn't like it though so she stayed where she was.
Her hand crept down between her legs though and slid into her
panties. She cupped her soft pussy mound, then began to rub her
hand up and down very lightly. She pressed harder with her middle
finger, forcing it down between her pussy lips, sawing it up and
down her fleshy pink cleft.
She closed her eyes briefly as a wave of pleasure washed
through her. Her finger continued to slide up and down her cunt
slit, rubbing against her clitty as her body began to pulse and
throb with sexual excitement.
Her other hand slid up and down her torso, stroking herself
through the thin, silky chemise. She could feel her hard nipples
through the material, and slid her hand up beneath it to squeeze
her bare breasts. She slid a finger round and round her nipple,
then seized it and squeezed gently, twisting it slowly.
A soft whimper escaped her tightly closed lips as her body
flared with passion. She felt her skin tingling and her crotch
burning. She stroked her breasts as she rolled her clitty, then
began to rub franticly, her eyes and lips pressed tightly closed.
Sandy rolled over onto her belly, her face mashing into the
pillow as she pumped her fingers into her cunt. She had four
fingers of one hand inside her snatch now, while her other hand
rubbed furiously up and down over her clitty.
Her legs were splayed like a frog's and rubbed and pushed at
the sheets, as though she were trying to swim forward on the bed.
She jerked and trembled, her cunt frothing with energy, bubbling
with fuck-milk, sending sharp, flickering jolts of pleasure deep
into her guts.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she grunted, her
mouth drooling into the pillow as she wriggled and moaned and
humped down against her fingers. Her crotch made the mattress
bounce below her as her ass rose and fell in a pantomime of
fucking, her cunt impaling itself again and again on her tightly
clenched fingers.
Her softly rounded buttocks rose high and glowed ivory white
in the moonlight streaming through the window, and her hair flowed
golden around her head and down her back as her head tossed and
shook.
Brandy did not miss the little whimper coming from Mandy's
bunk. She shook her head and closed her eyes in resignation, not
really blaming Mandy, who was as natural with her feelings as
anyone could be, and could not be yelled at without painfully hurt
feelings.
She saved her disgust for her crude, vulgar jockette sister,
who had little, if any dignity or decorum and didn't care who saw
or heard her doing anything. She only wished the bitch would hurry
up and finish so she could get some sleep. At least Mandy was
jerking off quietly.
She had to admit though, that the sounds of her sister
groaning and moaning were titillating, even arousing. Despite her
dignity and sometimes haughty attitude, she was as hot blooded as
her sisters, with the same equipment, the same needs and desires.
A gasp as though Sandy had just felt a sudden blow came from
the upper bunk and Brandy swallowed self consciously. She found her
own hand creeping between her legs, sliding the nightshirt upwards
and moving beneath.
She lay on her side, her two middle fingers carefully rubbing
across her clitty, her eyes closed as she softly stroked her
enlarged little bud. She curled up in her bed, pulling her head and
shoulders inwards as she rubbed steadily at her clit.
She carefully kept her motions as surreptitious as possible,
not at all as free as her sisters with her body's weaknesses, as
she saw them. She breathed quickly but quietly, her body warming as
she felt her crotch pulse with heat.
She curled her index finger, sliding it slowly, ever so
slowly, into her virgin sheath, almost gasping aloud at the sharp
aching between her legs as she split herself with the digit. She
screwed it in to the first joint, then caught her breath and held
it to prevent any noise from escaping as she forced it deeper,
wriggling it in to the second joint.
She felt her cunt squeeze down tightly around the intruding
digit, felt the silky wetness of her pink cunt flesh. She pumped
the finger soooo slowly, then, as she managed to work the front of
her gash open, slowly eased her middle finger in alongside.
She almost did make a noise then, for her cunt was almost too
tight to get both fingers inside. She felt her taut, straining cunt
flesh sting as she resolutely pushed the second finger in, prodded
by her own arousal. She got the second finger in to the second
joint as well.
She brought her thumb down against her clitty, then pressed up
with her index and middle fingers, squeezing her clit between them.
She groaned, the sound very, very low, then turned and pressed her
face into the pillow as she rolled her clitty between her thumb and
the two fingers embedded in her cunt.
Sandy's breasts were trapped between her heaving chest and the
firm mattress beneath. Her jerking body crushed and rolled her ribs
across the swollen, aching tit mounds, squashing and mashing them
as her chest moved back and forward in time to her desperate
humpings.
She groaned again, loud and passionate, her body rolling
slowly onto one side, then onto her back. Her legs bent, her knees
pulling wide and almost touching the mattress on either side. She
thrust her fingers into her drooling fuck opening with hard,
slashing motions, then felt a sudden powerful flare of heat.
She gurgled mindlessly, her back arching her head rolling
beneath her shoulders, her ass leaving the bed as she was enveloped
in orgasmic fire. Searing heat rippled up and down her spine as she
mewled in passionate release.
Mandy whimpered, her eyes wide as her body felt the ecstasy of
her climax. Both her hands clutched her cunny, one over the other,
both squeezing repeatedly as she writhed on the bed. Her legs were
wide and the tendons and muscles in her thighs ached as her body
stiffened and trembled violently.
Brandy squeezed the hard little nub of her cunt between her
fingers, mashing it between them, delighting in the firm heat of
her cunt flesh as her fingers pressed it upwards against her clit.
She felt her hips jerk and twitch, humping ever so slightly against
her fingers.
She heard Sandy's wail of pleasure and saw part of her
thrashing from the corner of her eye. She ignored her, grinding her
fingers down against her clitty as she panted and sighed in bliss.
Her finger sank slowly into her slit, her index finger in almost
all the way to the knuckle now.
Her thumb rubbed furiously at her clit, the little button
crackling and rippling with energy and heat, making her loins ache
and tremble as it inundated her with wondrous sensations of sexual
delight.
Her teeth ground together as she fought to keep quiet, her
body humming with an overload of passionate sexual desire. Her left
hip was rubbing at the bed now, as her crotch humped desperately
forward.
She felt her cum approaching, and rubbed harder, her eyes
tightly closed as she felt the blissful sensations of sexual climax
flooding through her body. Her head pulled back on the pillow, her
shoulders jerking back as well, her spine bending as she bowed
backwards, still on her side.
There was a slight delay after Sandy jerked the covers back,
a delay before she noticed her sister standing triumphantly over
her bed, watching her humping against her fingers, her body bowed
back, her nightshirt up around her hips, her fingers digging into
her crotch.
Yet even as she noticed she did nothing, for nothing was more
important than the pleasure roaring through her body. She ignored
Sandy's snigger as she humped furiously against her fingers.
Then she groaned and her movements eased. She closed her eyes
briefly, then opened them. She snatched the sheet back from Sandy
with a furious curse.
"Un, un, un, naughty, naughty," Sandy grinned, wagging a
finger down at her. "Mustn't play with your little pussy, Brandy."
"You are so... so... CONTEMPTIBLE!" Brandy snarled, glaring
furiously up at her naked sister.
"Why are you so embarrassed that we know you play with
yourself? Everybody does it. It's no big thing."
"Everybody goes to the bathroom too but we still don't do it
in front of other people!"
"You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Brandy," Mandy said
from her bunk, propped up on one elbow as she looked across at
them. "Not around us. We're your sisters. Nothing you do will ever
make us stop loving you."
Sandy rolled her eyes and sniffed, drawing a look of reproach from
Mandy.
"That was mean, Sandy," she said, frowning.
"She's the one that yelled at me for doing it."
"You were mean to do that. You knew it would embarrass her."
"Well, she deserved it," Sandy pouted, not used to being taken
to task by their youngest sister.
"You could have been quieter. You know she's embarrassed by
things like that."
"Godddd," Sandy sighed. She climbed up the ladder and flung
herself into her bunk, grumbling quietly.
Mandy settled back into her pillow and Brandy clutched her
sheets tightly around herself, jerking her nightshirt down over her
ass, her skin still blushing in the near darkness.
Morning came with the shrill ringing of the alarm clock. Sandy
cursed, Mandy yawned and Brandy reached over and turned it off,
stretching languorously. She ran a hand through her silky blonde
tresses and then flung back the sheets.
She sat up, gazing out the window to see what kind of day it
was. Sunny, it seemed. She got up and padded across the room to the
bathroom, closing the door behind her. She stripped off her
nightshirt and got into the shower, turning on the water to hot.
She showered quickly, then got out and pulled a fluffy towel
off the shelf, rubbing herself dry. Mandy knocked, then came into
the room, wearing her kimono.
"Good morning," she offered, more pleasant than usual, as
though to ease any lingering embarrassment her sister might have
been feeling.
"Morning, Mandy," Brandy smiled. It was impossible not to
smile at such a musical greeting, and anyway, she couldn't remain
embarrassed around either of her sisters for long. None had any
secrets from the other really. They all knew each other too
intimately.
She dumped the towel into the laundry basket as Mandy stripped
off her kimono and hung it up. The other girl stepped into the
shower as Brandy drew on her nightshirt and left the bathroom. She
passed Sandy, who ruffled her hair in greeting. She grunted a
hello, still a little sore at her.
Sandy went into the bathroom, already naked, and pulled open
the glass door to the shower.
"Hi, Sandy," her soap covered sister greeted her.
"Hi, sis," she yawned, sliding the door closed again and
taking a second bar of soap from the shelf. They moved around each
other as they soaped up, jockeying for position in front of the
nozzle.
"Do my back," Sandy asked imperiously, as a mistress to a
servant. Mandy didn't complain. She stood behind her with the soap
and began to soap up her shoulders and the back of her neck, then
worked her way down against her shoulder blades and down her back.
Her hands moved un-self consciously down onto Mandy's buttocks,
rubbing them chastely with soap.
"You could do my back now and then," she grumbled.
Sandy rolled her eyes ceilingward, just finishing soaping up her
chest and crotch. She grinned as she turned around and pulled Mandy
around in front of her.
"Want me to show you how the girls cleaned people in a movie
me and Mark saw?"
Without waiting for a reply she pressed her soapy naked flesh
against Mandy's back, her arms around her sister's waist as she
rubbed herself up and down. Mandy giggled as Sandy's silky, soapy
skin massaged her own, not thinking anything particularly sexual as
her sister's round breasts mashed against her back and slid up and
down against her.
Sandy giggled as well, pushing her crotch hard into her
sister's naked round ass flesh and grinding in slow circles.
However, she, unlike the much more innocent Mandy, did feel the
sensuousness of the massage, perhaps because her breasts were
especially sensitive and the feeling of the soapy orbs squashing
and rubbing into Mandy aroused her.
Nor could she escape the resemblance to sex as she ground her
loins into Mandy's behind. When she slid her hands up beneath
Mandy's breasts and cupped them tightly, she was only half joking
when she asked, with a laugh, "Want me to rub these up too?"
"No, thank you," Mandy said demurely, pulling away to do that
job herself.
They finished their shower at about the same time, turning off
the water and getting out of the shower stall. Mandy dried herself,
then put her kimono on again before brushing out her hair and
picking up the dryer. Sandy, more earthy, remained nude as she blew
her hair into its usual, precisely arranged mop of layered hair.
Brandy was already dressed when she came out of the bathroom.
The eldest sister was wearing white dress pants, black loafers, a
pink shirt and a white round collared sweater. Her hair was pulled
tightly back from her forehead and bound behind her in a thick
braid which hung down between her shoulder blades.
"Going for the preppy look, huh? What a novelty for you."
Sandy teased.
Brandy frowned at her, then shook her head dismissively and
turned to check her look in the mirror again. She placed her large,
rounded eye glasses on her nose as Sandy pulled on a pair of string
bikini jockey underwear and added a matching halter top.
"You don't really need those glasses, you know."
"I need them so my vision won't deteriorate," Brandy sniffed.
"Liar. You only need them for reading, and only then after
you've been reading for hours. You only wear them so you'll look
like an egghead. Not that people would think otherwise with your
hair so tight."
"I think I can decide when I need them, thank you," Brandy
said in a superior tone. "And what will you be wearing today? Let
me guess, tight jeans and a tank top... again?"
Sandy pulled on the bright blue tank top she was holding, then
lifted a pair of faded, tight legged jeans. She had to exhale
completely to snap them closed and zip them up.
"If you got it, flaunt it," she said, doing a slow pirouette,
pushing her ass out at her sister and sliding her hands across it
as she turned.
"Honestly, Sandy. Don't you have any pride?"
"Lots. That's why I dress like this. Besides, it's
comfortable."
"Those jeans are too tight to be comfortable. They must
squeeze your crotch like crazy."
"Who says that's a bad thing?" Sandy leered. Brandy glared at
her as Mandy came out of the bathroom.
"Anyway, they don't squeeze me half as much as your tight
hair. Why don't you wear it more like her if you have to tie it
down?"
Mandy looked from one to the other, perplexed at becoming the
center of attention in a conversation she wasn't involved in. Her
hair, like Brandy's was bound behind her in a braid, Unlike her
sister, she had considerably softened the look, leaving the front
alone, with thick bangs across her forehead, and pulling the sides
back more loosely.
"Because I don't want the bangs getting in my eyes all the
time," Brandy snorted, reaching out and pushing aside some of the
bangs above Mandy's eyes.
"I don't mind them," Mandy said.
"That's because you're not always bent over a stupid book,"
Sandy grunted, turning to find a pair of tennis shoes.
"You could stand to spend more time on books and less on
sports," Brandy retorted.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Mandy, hurry up and get dressed or we'll be
late."
"Sorry," Mandy squeaked, hurrying to the closet.
They arrived at school forty-eight minutes later, but only
after the two older sisters had physically dressed Mandy, including
underwear.
Mandy hadn't been able to decide between the yellow dress, the
one with green flowers, or the white one with the belt. She hadn't
been sure whether to wear the high heels, the boots, or the
sandals. And she couldn't settle whether to wear the matching blue
string bikini panties and half bra, the red and white striped set,
or the lacy teddy.
Sandy had shoved her back onto her bed, grabbed the blue
panties and pulled them over her feet at last. Then she'd pulled
her up as Brandy had pulled the half bra over her protesting
sister's breasts and done it up in back. She had then fetched the
boots as Sandy pulled the white dress over her head and tied the
belt.
Mandy immediately decided that the look was just what she
wanted anyway and the other two had dragged her down to a quick
breakfast and then out the door to their little red rabbit
convertible.
"Three-thirty, you guys," Brandy said as they split up. She
was driving that day.
"I'll get a ride later. I have practice," Sandy called back.
She started running down the hall, then rounded the corner and
hurtled through the open doorway to the athletic wing. She had
math, first class, but was skipping it. She already knew how to add
and subtract anyway.
She turned down towards the exit beside the gym, then went
outside and around to one side of the gym. Mark was waiting there,
propped against the wall, his long blonde hair waving delicately in
the breeze.
"There you are," he said. "I was wondering if you'd decided to
go to class or something."
"No, I just found another guy is all," she grinned, spreading
her arms as they kissed.
They pulled apart, smiling, then he took her hand as he led
her further along the alley behind the gym, and into a recessed
doorway used only for emergencies. He pulled her around and pressed
her into the corner, kissing her forehead, then her cheek, then
her lips again.
The kiss was long and became more passionate with time. His
hands slid lower on her back, cupping her jeans clad buttocks and
squeezing, kneading the firm round flesh as she sighed in pleasure.
Her own hands imitated his, squeezing his ass through his jeans.
A late arriving student hurried down the alley, slowing
perceptibly as he saw them. His eyes stared until he was out of
sight.
"Fucking' frosh," Mark gasped, as his lips pulled back from
her.
"And so jealous of you I'm sure," she grinned.
"Hmmmm. What took you so long getting here?"
She sniffed and shook her head. "Mandy couldn't decide what to
wear. She couldn't even decide what underwear to put on. We had to
dress her and drag her out the door."
"You actually dressed her, put her underwear on?"
"Getting excited?" she teased.
"It's a nice picture."
"Oh yeah? How about the two of us in the shower together this
morning?"
"You, uh, shower together?" he gulped.
"When we're in a hurry. It's not like we've got anything to
hide from each other."
"No, I suppose not."
"Yes, we're exactly alike."
"Uh, huh."
"So stop lusting after my sisters."
"Perish the thought." He pretended offense, then folded his
arms tighter around her and kissed her wetly. He pushed his tongue
into her mouth, sliding it over her own,then up along the sides and
roof of her mouth. Her own tongue slid against it and then pushed
into his mouth. On of her hands slid up behind his head, sliding
through his hair.
His right hand left her ass, sliding up between their bodies
to cup, then squeeze her left breast. His fingers dug into the
soft, fleshy mound as she groaned in pleasure and squeezed his ass
harder. Encouraged, he pulled his hand back, pulled her top out of
her pants and slid his hand up inside it.
"M... mark," she panted, pulling her lips back and trying to
pull her shirt down.
"Nobody can see," he groaned, his hand folding around her
breast and squeezing it. She saw that he was right and relaxed a
little, though she kept an anxious eye on the alley behind him.
He fondled her breast through the thin cotton halter for only
seconds, then slid up under the elastic to feel her bare skin. He
squashed her breast upwards, mashing and rolling it in his fingers,
then found her nipple and squeezed it between thumb and forefinger.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she sighed, her head going back in pleasure as
her breast heated up. He pulled her shirt front completely out of
her pants, both hands sliding up under it, both going into her
halter to squeeze her breast meat. He gripped the elastic and
pulled it up, tugging the halter above her breasts so his hands had
freer access to them.
His fingers dug into the soft meat, repeatedly squeezing down,
finger tips rolling and twisting her nipples as she groaned and
rolled her head slowly from side to side. He leaned back and
glanced down the alley in either direction, then pulled her tank
top up over her breasts, dropped his head and began sucking on her
left breast.
"Ohhh Gooddd, Maaaaarkkkk!" she groaned, panting heavily.
"Some... someone will seeeeeee."
"Nobody's here," he panted back, sucking fiercely at her left
nipple as his tongue rolled it around in his mouth. She groaned
again her hands going up behind her and sliding through her hair.
His left hand cupped her ass right in the crack, as he pushed
her back into the corner and sucked her hard little pink nipple.
His right hand slid up between her parted thighs and squeezed her
pussy mound through her jeans.
"Uhmmmmmmmmm," she mewled, her eyes narrow slits as she
floated on a sea of pleasurable sensations. Her hand reached down
and gripped his own crotch, feeling his bulging erection as it
pushed against the denim. She ran her hand up and down the outline
of his cock as he grunted and gasped for breath.
His mouth returned to hers and they kissed deeply and
passionately, their tongues slithering together, first in her
mouth, then his. He popped the catch of her jeans and jammed his
hand down into them, forcing her zipper downward as he got his
fingers into her panties and felt pussy hair.
"N... nooooo," she whined, "some... someone will coooooome"!
"Yeah, meee," he gasped, his breathing harsh and ragged. His
hand pushed deeper and he felt the heat down between her legs, his
hand rubbing at her cunt mound as she struggled briefly, and half-
heartedly against him.
His big hand managed to get a firm grip on her cunt pad, but only
by forcing her tight pants down several inches.
He undid his own pants, which were not nearly so tight, then
took her small hand and pulled it into them. She slid her hand down
into his pants and felt his own body's heat, felt the bulging cock
tool with her fingers, closed them around it as she pulled it
straight up and began to squeeze.
He moaned, burying his face against her neck, chewing and
sucking hard against the nape of her neck as he squeezed her breast
and fingered her pussy. He rubbed his fingers up and down her slit,
then forced a single digit up inside her moist, hot little tunnel.
He pumped slowly, fingering her clitty as she grunted and
humped against him. He humped back, his cock hot in her hand. He
had a sudden, dazzling thought, a brave, daring idea.
He suddenly pulled back from Sandy, and the gasping girl fell
back against the corner of the doorway, her breasts swollen and
wet, her jeans around her thighs. She stared glassily at him,
dazed. He suddenly turned her around, his hand tugging her jeans
down further, revealing her soft rounded buttocks.
"Maaaaaaaaaaark!" she groaned, trying to grab them and pull
them back up.
He thrust his hand between her thighs and squeezed her cunt
mound hard. She gave a breathy gasp, her head snapping back and her
body giving a violent lurch. He cupped her cunt from behind, giving
it several hard, rapid squeezes as she fairly danced on his hand,
moaning and whimpering and shaking her head, her long blonde hair
flying from side to side.
He wheeled the dazed blonde away from the wall and pushed her
down onto her knees, bending her forward as he quickly dropped
behind her. He took out his stiff tool and pressed the knob against
her cunt slit, feeling the heat and wetness now as he rubbed it up
and down the crack.
"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, her head hanging low, her
hair covering her face as he slowly pushed the head of his prick
into her silky sheath. He sank in several inches, then his hands
gripped her hips and he suddenly thrust hard, burying the long
length of his fuck-pole inside her belly.
Sandy's head shot back and her back arched. She opened her
eyes wide and gave a long quavering gasp of pleasure and then began
humping back at him as he began to fuck into her.
"Ohhhh baby!" he grunted, his hips slapping against her round
ass cheeks as he stroked. His fat cock ground against her soft cunt
lips as he thrust into her. Her jeans kept her legs fairly close
together, but that only made her tighter, and increased the
pressure on his cock.
"Ungh!" she grunted, each time his cock thrust into her.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Her jaw was slack
and her eyes closed as she revelled in the hard, fast pumping. Her
cunt box was boiling with lust and squeezed tightly down on his
cock, forcing it to rasp heavily against her clitty.
Sandy shook and jerked each time his cock rammed into her. Her
body was rubbery and fluid, her frame jerking forward and her head
snapping back each time his hard cock lanced up between her soft,
pulpy cunt lips and each time his hips smashed into her soft little
ass cheeks.
His hands slid upwards along her sides, then under to catch
and cup her wobbling, jiggling tit mounds. He sank his fingers into
the thick, meaty flesh, feeling it ooze down between them as he
pressed upwards and mashed her tits against her ribcage.
His hips beat a tattoo on her buttocks as he speared her again
and again, his cockhead plunging the full length of her silky fuck-
tunnel with each stroke.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!... Oh God! Oh God! OOOHHH GOOOOOOODDD!!!" Sandy
mewled. Suddenly her back arched upward and her head snapped back,
almost hitting him in the face. Her hands left the ground as she
trembled in ecstacy. She held that pose for long seconds, her body
shaking violently, her skin tightly stretched across her straining
tit orbs, then she gave an undulated moan and sank back to her
hands on the concrete.
Mark gasped as her pussy spasmed around his cock. He didn't
halt his pumping even as she almost tore his cock off, nor when her
orgasm passed and she sank back down. His hips pounded even more
frantically as he rutted into her snatch.
He held her hips in a steel like grip as he hammered his cock
down into her gushing cunt-mouth. then he came as well, gasping and
moaning as he spewed out a white hot load of silvery white seed. He
felt his cock spit out wad after wad and felt her cunt sucking it
down into her belly as she moaned weakly.
Then he slowed and finally stopped his pumping, leaning over
her body, his hands down on the concrete beside her own, his cock
softening within the heat of her sheath.
"Ooohhh Woooooow!" he moaned.
"I can't believe you fucked him right in the alley, just like
a damned alley cat!" Brandy gasped that evening. Sandy was all
grinning triumph at the daring of the exploit. She had been
terrified someone would come by but now that it was over she could
brag about it, at least to her sisters.
The three were lounging around their room again before
bedtime, low music playing on the stereo. Mandy was sitting on the
window seat again, wearing the same kimono. Brandy was wearing a
different nightshirt, but sitting at the same desk. And Sandy was
sprawled out on the couch again, this time wearing a robe that was
held together very loosely in front by a belt.
The sides of the robe had fallen apart because she had her
legs apart, with one of them bent at the knee. Her pussy hair
peaked out between the sides and her breasts could be seen through
the gaping top.
"You ought to try it sometimes." she grinned cheekily.
"And become the talk of the school? No thank you!"
"I didn't mean screw in an alley. I meant screw... someone,
anywhere."
"When I want to I will."
Sandy made a rude noise. "Chicken," she said.
"I am not chicken. I just don't know anybody I want to do it
with."
"You ain't going to find him in the library."
"On the contrary, there is every likelihood I will find him in
the library. The guy I make love with will be an educated,
sensitive man."
"Boring geek, you mean."
"Boring to you, maybe. I'm sure I will have no problem
appreciating him."
"That's because you're boring too."
"I am not! I just care more about the intellect of the man I
have sex with."
"By the time you loosen your pants and make the beast with two
backs it'll have to be a MAN, otherwise you'll get arrested for
child molesting."
"I am not in any hurry. I intend to find someone who will make
love to me... not FUCK me."
"Same thing."
"It is not the same thing. You'll never catch me, nor Mandy,
I bet, down on our knees in an alley getting screwed like a she
bitch in heat."
"First I was a cat, now I'm a dog? Which is it?"
Brandy sighed and shook her head.
"She's just worried you'll get hurt," Mandy said from the
window seat.
"Why should she?"
Mandy shrugged and smile. "She worries about both of us all the
time."
Brandy snorted and glared at her computer screen.
"What about you, Mandy? Do you think I was acting like a
slut?"
"I didn't call you a slut!" Brandy protested.
"You could have got caught," Mandy said slowly, "even by a
teacher, and then you would have gotten into trouble. It waaaas
dangerous." She twirled her hair in her fingers as she thought
about it.
"You only go around once. You have to get your fun while
you're here."
"I don't think you go around once. If you think about... "
"No, no, no!" Sandy protested, putting her hands over her
ears. "No more about reincarnation."
"That'll teach you to misquote beer commercials," Brandy
grinned.
"Well, if you don't want to hear... " Mandy humphed.
Her sisters laughed.
"We've heard." Brandy said.
"And heard," Sandy added.
"And heard," they both said at the same time.
Mandy folded her arms across her chest and looked crossly at them.
"Statistics say that fifty percent of girls fifteen and over
are sexually active," Sandy said. "That means we're way behind the
average. You two aren't pulling your weight."
"I agree with Brandy," Mandy said, "I want to make love, maybe
before a roaring fireplace... "
"Or on a beach with the surf roaring in," Brandy interjected.
"Or in a field of golden ripening wheat," Mandy nodded.
Sandy looked from one to the other in disgust.
"I've got news for you girls. Most likely your first time is
gonna be in the back seat of a Chevy, just like mine."
"No way," Brandy sniffed.
"I don't think so," Mandy agreed, giving her head a little
shake.
"You don't plan it!" Sandy tusked in exasperation. "It just
happens. You're on a date. You're feeling each other up, getting
hot... his hands are in your pants or under your skirt, he's
licking your face, kissing you, sucking your nipples... you're so
hot you can hardly breath... your body is throbbing... you can
hardly think straight... and then when you feel his thing against
you... pressing against your pussy... you know intellectually,"
She glanced at Brandy, "that you should stop him, but you
should have stopped him when he was opening your shirt, or tugging
down your pants... but you were hot... and now you're... you're
sooooo excited... your skin is crackling with energy... your hair
is slicked back with sweat...
"... and then he pushes it in... and you just feel
sooooooooooooo goooood... like you were starving and just got
fed... like you were burning up with dehydration and just got a
drink... like a terrible itch just got scratched... "
The other two were staring at her raptly and she shrugged and
shook her head a little. "You'll see," she sighed. Brandy turned
away, swallowing hard. Mandy squeezed her thighs together and
stared dreamily out the window.
"You two can't stay virgins forever," Sandy remarked.
She rose and stripped off her robe, then dropped to her knees
as she grinned playfully at Brandy. She crawled across the floor,
like a cat, her eyes slits as she stared up at the frowning girl.
"Can't you imagine it," she breathed, "On your hands and
knees, legs spread... " She spread her legs, raising her ass high
and dropping her chest low.
"... a hunky guy behind you with a big hard-on, his hands on
your hips holding you in place... and then... and then... " She
bucked forward as if she'd suddenly been kicked in the behind. "...
he rams it into you, and you moan in ecstasy. You feel his cock
pushing way up high in your belly... "
She sat back on her heels, knees wide, her hands massaging her
belly as she looked down briefly, then she looked up at a staring
Brandy and smiled evilly. She crawled forward, her hands gripping
the side of Brandy's chair, then shifting onto her ankle.
She slid her hand up Brandy's ankle and over her knee as she
rose until she was straight backed, staring into Brandy's eyes. Her
hand massaged Brandy's lower thigh, then slid inside her short
nightshirt and up until her fingertips touched Mandy's pussy mound.
Brandy grabbed her wrist and shoved her hand back. Sandy laughed
and stood up, smiling teasingly.
"Your nipples are hard," she taunted, sliding her fingers
across Brandy's nightshirt where her nipples pressed into it.
Brandy crossed her arms and glared at her.
"So are mine," Mandy grumbled. "You made me all hot, Sandy."
"So jerk off like you did last night."
"It was you that made me hot then too."
"I'm just too sexy for you two virgins, I guess," Sandy sighed
dramatically and moved over by the mirror, giving her head a little
toss.
"You're just sluttier," Brandy sniffed.
"I'm sexy and sensuous," Sandy humphed, giving her head
another little toss, then turning to stand in silhouette, pushing
her chest out as she looked slit eyed at the mirror.
"You're no more sexy than us," Brandy said dismissively.
"Yeah, we're just as pretty," Mandy protested.
"You don't have the allure, the, the... aura." Sandy said,
shaking her head firmly.
Mandy knew about auras, but had never seen one. She frowned
and stood up, coming over to stand next to Sandy. She shrugged off
her kimono and stood beside her to examine their image in the
mirror.
"We look the same," she said.
"No, I have a certain... magnetism."
"We look exactly the same." She untied her pony tail and gave
her head a hard shaking, running her hands through her golden
tresses. Then she combed them out of her eyes and looked at the
mirror again.
"See? We're just the same."
"Not where it counts," Sandy grinned. Her hand slid down and
she traced her finger along Mandy's soft little cunt cleft. Mandy
thought about that seriously, cocking her head to one side.
"I suppose... " she said. "... we are different in that much,
but that's just a little thing."
"It's enough."
"Oh, bullshit!" Brandy snapped from across the room. She got
up and lifted her nightshirt, tossing it off as she came over to
stand beside her sisters in front of the mirror. She took off her
glasses and put them on the dresser, then undid her own hair and
shook it out as Mandy had.
The three naked teenagers stared into the mirror. It had been
a few years since they'd seen themselves all together in a mirror
like this, especially naked. They turned as one, first to the side,
posing in silhouette, then turned and looked behind them to see
their backsides.
"Exactly the same," Mandy said, smiling happily.
"Not down here," Sandy slid her hand dow between her legs.
"Nobody is going to know that. You can't see it."
"But we know, don't we?"
"I don't like being different," Mandy pouted, "even a little
bit."
"It's nothing, Mandy," Brandy grumbled.
They turned towards the mirror again. Sandy slid her left
around Mandy's waist and her right around Brandy's. "Pretty hot
looking, aren't we?"
"I think we look pretty," Mandy said. Brandy rolled her eyes.
Sandy turned to her younger sister with a teasing glint in her
eye.
"Come on, Mandy," she cooed, sliding in behind her and putting
both her hands around her waist. Her left hand slid up and squeezed
Mandy's right breast while her right slid down her belly and cupped
her pussy. "Come on, Mandy, wouldn't you like to get rid of that
little bit of skin and make us the same again?
"Just think of how nice it will feel with a boy humping into
you," she breathed, her voice hypnotic. She pressed her loins into
Mandy's buttocks and ground them in slow circles.
"It's only a bit of skin and it doesn't matter at all," Brandy
scowled, licking her lips as she watched the two. Sandy ignored
her.
"Your nipples are all stiff and hard," she breathed into
Mandy's ear. She slid her finger up and down Sandy's pussy cleft
and then brought her hand up in front of her sister's face.
"You're all wet inside, and all hot. Can't you just imagine
it? Wouldn't you love to have a boy here right now? A nice,
handsome, naked boy with a long, thick erection?" She trailed her
fingers down the center of Mandy's chest, down her stomach and down
between her legs, cupping her pubic mound and giving it a little
squeeze.
"Leave her alone, Sandy!" Brandy glared, grabbing her arm and
pulling her away. She hugged Mandy herself, scowling at Sandy, who
stood back and smirked.
"She'll have sex when she wants to. It's mean of you to
pretend it makes us different or that she's not as pretty because
she's a virgin."
"Hey. Have it your way, girls. But when you're jerking off
tonight, trying to imagine what it's like, just remember... I don't
have to imagine it."
She turned and sauntered back across the room, climbing up the
ladder and dropping heavily onto her back on her bed, ankles across
the sides. Brandy led Mandy to her bunk, stopping to glare at
Sandy, who was already fingering herself, before stomping off to
the bathroom.
She slammed the door and turned on the water.
"You aren't fooling anyone," Sandy called. "I know what you're
doing in there." She laughed and slid her hands up and down her
body, fingering her nipples and clitty. She sighed in pleasure as
she felt her body beginning to heat up.
She heard a little whimper and smiled. She stopped and leaned
over the side of her bunk, looking down at Mandy below. Mandy was
in exactly the same position as she herself was, only she had a
sheet over herself. Sandy could see her hands moving up and down
her body beneath it though.
Sandy glanced at the bathroom door, then back down at Mandy.
"Hey, Mandy," she hissed.
Mandy stopped and looked up at her.
"All hot, aren't you."
Mandy gulped and nodded.
"Wanna see something I saw in a movie?"
"Like this morning?"
Sandy nodded and jumped down, sitting on the bunk beside Mandy. She
pulled the sheet off her sister and slid into bed with her.
Mandy gazed up with wide blue eyes and swallowed anxiously.
"Wha... what are you going to do?" she whispered. Sandy
grinned back, her tongue sliding over her lips as she gazed down at
Mandy's soft flesh.
"I saw two women doing this in the movie Mark and me saw on
cable last week," she breathed. She slid down on the bed and pushed
one of her legs through Mandy's, hunching upwards until their
crotches were inches away from each other.
Mandy looked down eagerly, her gaze fixed as Sandy pushed her
pussy against hers. She gulped in surprise as she felt Sandy's
pussy press into hers, but kept staring. Sandy pushed harder, then
began to grind her pussy against her sister.
"Rub back," she whispered.
Mandy began to grind her pussy back against Sandy's, staring in
wonder as they mashed and rubbed their pussies. She could feel the
heat and moisture of Sandy's cunt as it rode across her own and
swallowed in excitement as she felt her pussy flare with pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Sandy groaned.
"Shhhhh," Mandy gasped, rubbing harder.
"She won't come out if she hears me moaning," Sandy panted.
"Give me your hands, Mandy," she gasped.
Mandy reached down and the two held hands. Sandy pulled hard,
using the leverage to mash her pussy even harder against Mandy's.
Mandy gasped and trembled, twisting and rubbing, humping faster and
faster and whining low in her throat.
"Oh! Oh Sandyyyyy!" she moaned.
"Shhhhh," Sandy gasped. She felt her leg pressing against
Mandy's breasts. She clutched her sister with both legs, then
pulled the one in front back and began to mash her toes and foot
down against Mandy's breasts. She dug her toes into the soft,
malleable flesh near Mandy's hard little nipple, feeling it with
her toes as she ground them down.
Mandy whimpered and shook, her ass humping from side to side
and back and forth, her pussy burning with lust as she ground it
into Sandy's. Her eyes were wide, her jaw slack as she continued to
stare at the melding of their bodies.
She was breathing in short, sharp little pants, like an out of
breath cat, Her hands gripped Sandy's desperately as she felt her
body getting hotter and hotter. Her flesh seemed to sizzle and her
insides twisted and turned as warm pleasure flooded her.
Their cunts slapped and mashed and rubbed together, separated
only by a thin layer of damp, matted, golden cunt hair.
Mandy's head slowly fell back until it was hanging upside
down, jerking up and down in time to their frantic humping and
grinding. She moaned and whimpered, her body weak and trembling.
Then she stiffened and clenched her teeth, her body jerking
hard several times as an orgasm roared through her head.
"UUUUUUUUUUUuuUuUuUuuUUuuUuuUuunnGGGHHHH!!" she groaned, the sound
long and loud and quavering.
Sandy ground herself down harder, panting and groaning,
feeling her sister's hot cunt bursting against hers. She knew
Brandy had heard Mandy's cry of release, and would have assumed it
was hers. Now that she thought she had finished she could be out
any second, presuming she had finished her own jerk off session.
She began slapping her pussy against Mandy's, pulling back a
little, then jerking hard on Mandy's hands to jam their cunts back
together. Mandy lolled like a dead body, her eyes closed her mouth
gaping, unmoving except for Sandy's influence on her languorous
body.
Then Sandy came too, gritting her teeth tightly, gnashing them
together as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy ripped through her.
She mewled in delight, her body twisting and grinding against
Mandy's as her cunt exploded with heat and pleasure.
Then she gave a moan and let go of Mandy's hands. both girls
dropped back onto the bed, their legs still intertwined, their
chests heaving.
The water turned off in the bathroom and Sandy jerked upright,
climbing out of Mandy's bunk and clawing her way back up into her
own before the door opened. If Brandy was surprised not to be
greeted by a sarcastic insult when she came back she didn't let on.
She got into bed and turned off the lights.
If Sandy felt slightly guilty the next morning, not so Mandy,
who was too much of a free spirit to feel anything but trust and
love for her sister, and happiness at the new way Sandy had found
for them to have fun together.
She stayed in bed longer than usual, waiting for Brandy to
finish in the bathroom, then for Sandy to drag herself in there.
"Mandy," Brandy sighed, prodding her shoulder, "Hurry up and
take your shower or you'll make us even later than yesterday."
"Okay," she said, pretending tiredness. She got out of bed,
naked as she was last night, and padded to the bathroom, giving the
door a push behind her so it closed, though not tightly.
She slid the glass shower door aside and stepped in. Sandy was
only just starting to soap herself up. She grinned tiredly when
Mandy came in.
"Sandy?"
"Hmm?'
"Can we do that again? Like last night?"
"Yeah, sometime."
"I mean now. It won't take long."
"Brandy's just outside."
"She won't hear with the water. Please?"
Sandy looked around dubiously, then pushed a soap bar at her
sister.
"Soap yourself up," she hissed, soaping herself rapidly. Mandy
wasn't sure if that was a yes or no but obeyed as Sandy reached up
and redirected the stream of water towards the door.
"Come over here and stand in the corner," Sandy whispered, her
hands on Mandy's shoulders as she placed her against the corner.
"Raise your leg, no, the other one. Put your foot on the ledge
there. That's it. Spread your legs a bit more and push your crotch
out."
She slid her leg between Mandy's, bringing it up and putting
it on the ledge on the other wall, then they ground their soap
covered pussy mounds together.
Mandy went glassy eyed and moaned and whimpered, rubbing hard
as Sandy mashed her cunt down. They held each other tightly around
the waist for balance, and, as she got hot and aroused, it seemed
the most natural thing in the world to Sandy to lean forward and
kiss Mandy on the lips.
Mandy's mouth was open, but she didn't respond at first when
Sandy pushed her own over it and slid her tongue forward. Then her
eyes blinked wider and she stared at Sandy as the kiss went on, her
lips sliding from side to side, her tongue dipping and darting
forward.
She responded hesitantly, her own tongue making tentative
probes against Sandy's. Within seconds she was kissing fully,
passionately, her moans muffled by her sister's lips as their soft,
soaped up crotches slid together.
Sandy's left hand clutched her sister behind the head, pulling
her harshly forward. Her right hand slid onto Mandy's left breast,
squeezing and stroking the soft, soaped up mammary, sliding over
the hard little nipple, then tweaking it, pinching it, twisting it
as Mandy whimpered and groaned in pleasure.
Then she came, grunting in bliss as she jammed her crotch into
Mandy's, slapping her cunt meat against Mandy's pussy and inner
thigh, stabbing her tongue deep into Mandy's mouth as she squeezed
the other girl's breast savagely.
Then Mandy gasped and arched her back, pushing her cunt harder
against Sandy, rubbing violently as her head fell back and her legs
went rubbery. Sandy had to clutch her hard to keep the whining
whimpering, moaning girl from falling down onto the hard tiles as
their cunts twisted and jerked together.
"Will you two come on?" Brandy snapped, opening the bathroom
door and sticking her head in. They staggered apart and all she saw
were two outlines through the door.
"Just rinsing off," Sandy called.
Brandy slammed the door and the two looked at each other and
smiled. They did rinse off the soap, then got out of the shower
quickly to dry off.
"We should tell Brandy and do it with her," Mandy whispered.
"Are you nuts? She'd go ape on us."
"But I hate keeping stuff from her. It seems mean."
"Trust me, Mandy, she won't want to do it with us and she'll
be upset."
"I suppose you're right," Mandy sighed.
"Hold still a second," Sandy ordered, brushing her sister's
hair over to one side."
"What are you doing?"
"Just hold still." She used the blow dryer on Mandy, brushing
her hair out straight, then pulling some back over her forehead for
bangs.
"There," she said. "That looks nice."
"That's not the way I usually do my hair," Mandy said
dubiously.
"You can change it at school if you want. Now come on." She
took her by the hand and opened the door, pulling her out into the
bedroom.
"What took you two so long?" Brandy demanded.
"Ta daahhh. What do you think?" Sandy asked, pulling Mandy
around in front of her.
"Very nice," Brandy grumbled," Now hurry up and get dressed."
None of the girls wore makeup, Brandy because she thought it
beneath her dignity as a modern woman, Sandy because she couldn't
be bothered, and Mandy because she usually forgot. So they were
soon trotting downstairs.
Mandy got a lot of compliments on her new hairdo at school,
including some from Sean Abbot, who's painting she admired and
who's looks she appreciated almost as much. She was flattered when
he asked for a favor.
"Pose for you? Me?"
"You just look so... so classically beautiful," he said,
glancing at her admiringly. She blushed, pleased.
"How about during lunch hour?" he asked.
"Well... okay."
She was very excited at lunch. She'd never been in a painting
before, and Sean was a much better painter than she, though he
tended to do abstracts instead of the real lifes she was good at.
Because he was Mister Spencer's best student, with so much
creative ability, he was allowed to use the studio during lunch.
That impressed her too. She was feeling very enthusiastic as he
led her into the room.
"Thanks for coming," he said.
"Oh, I'm glad to. I'm very flattered."
"You shouldn't be. You're a beautiful girl."
She blushed and looked down at the floor.
"You paint very well yourself," he said.
"Just realism. Are you going to do me in abstract?"
He nodded.
"I want to paint the real, inner you. If I just paint the
surface, it could look like any one of you. You and your sisters I
mean."
"We look exactly alike," she said.
"Well, you're triplets," he grinned, his mouth quirking into
a small smile. "You were born at the same time."
"Well, not exactly the same time."
"No?"
"No, Brandy is the oldest. Sandy was born six minutes later
and I was born eight minutes after her."
"So you're the baby."
She smiled and shrugged. "And they never forget it either," she
laughed.
"Well... " he paused and gave her a strange look.
"I wouldn't feel confident about asking you this, Mandy if you
weren't a fellow artist."
"What?"
"Well, you know how important it is in abstraction to get the
true essence of your subject."
"Oh course."
"What I'd like, is to do you nude."
She blinked in surprise.
"It's important so the clothes don't project their own image.
Clothing is, after all, a concealment."
"Well... yeeess... "
"If you're not comfortable, forget it," he sighed, "I just
thought, with you being an artist yourself, you would understand
the way an artist looks upon the female nude is not necessarily
lewd or immoral... "
"Oh, I understand!" she cried, bobbing her head up and down.
"Then you'll do it?" His face lit up and she swallowed
nervously.
"Sure," she said, somewhat worriedly.
"Oh, great, Mandy. I knew you were mature enough to
understand."
"Uhm... " she looked around.
"You can go behind that blind there." He pointed out.
"Oh. Of course."
She went behind the blind and held her breath, her mind
buzzing with alternating desires to pose or flee. But she knew he
was right, and she was, after all, an artist, as was he. It was an
immense compliment and the female nude was one of the most
classical subjects for painting.
She stripped, then peered around the blind.
"Ready?" he asked.
She nodded wordlessly.
"Okay, so am I." he turned to his blank canvas and she stepped
shyly out from behind the blind. He turned to look at her with a
pleasant smile, then nodded at a small platform in front of him.
She blushed furiously as she shuffled across the floor to the
platform, her hands half covering her body though she knew that was
stupid. He was going to see everything anyway. She let her hands
fall to her sides and tried to walk normally.
"Up on this?"
He nodded and she climbed up. The platform was only about two feet
tall and about three foot square. She stood on it facing him.
"Okay... " he walked over and stopped in front of her, his
face right on the level with her crotch.
"Okay, Mandy, put your hands up above your head. No, not
together, apart, and arch your back. More. Just a bit more. That's
it. Now spread your legs a bit and push your right leg out a bit.
Bend your knee. Good. Great. Terrific. Is that uncomfortable?"
"No."
"Good. Hold that pose then. And try not to blush so much."
She blushed deeper.
He returned to his pedestal as she tried to keep her pose.
"Sean?"
"Uh, huh?"
"You said this was going to be an abstract?"
"Uh, huh."
"Okay."
"Afraid of others seeing you? You shouldn't be. You have a
beautiful body and face."
"It's not that," she said hurriedly, "But my sisters might not
like it."
"Oh, and since you all look the same... I see."
She knew that being an artist's subject had nothing to do with
sex, but still she felt... aroused. She could not not be, being
naked, posed like this, in front of a guy, a cute guy at that. It
crossed her mind that her present pose was very similar to the
position she'd been in, in the shower this morning, and that made
her tingle with excitement.
Before she knew it she was thinking, not only about what she
and Sandy had been doing, but what Sandy had said the other night,
about how good it felt when a boy put his thing inside. She
couldn't help be intensely curious about what it felt like to have
a penis way up in her belly like Sandy described.
She felt a tightness in her belly, and a warmth between her
legs. Her breasts felt tight and hard and, though she could not in
her present pose see her nipples, she knew they must be as hard as
little pebbles. That embarrassed her because she was sure Sean
would see that.
Of course he might just think it was because she was cold, yet
it wasn't cold in the room. The idea that he might see them and
know she was sexually aroused was horrifying and she cursed herself
for ever agreeing to this stupid thing in the first place.
Her muscles started to cramp after a bit too. It was much
harder holding a pose than she had thought. With nothing for her
to do her mind began to wander, quite naturally thinking about sex,
and Sean in particular. She fantasised about him sweeping her off
the little pedestal and making passionate love to her on the floor.
That made her body hot with arousal again, making her even
more uncomfortable. Her pussy was quivering and itching and she
knew it was moist with lubrication. She had a sudden mortifying
image of her pussy juice trickling down her legs.
As soon as she thought of that she wanted to glance down at
her thighs to reassure herself, but with her head pulled back she
couldn't. It began to prey upon her mind, and she added the
hardness of her nipples to the illusion, imagining herself from
Sean's side, and thought about what a slut she must seem to him.
She knew from his position, and with her legs spread as they
were, that he had a pretty good view of her pussy. What did it look
like? Could he tell how aroused she was? She closed her eyes
briefly, wishing she could change positions, go to the bathroom or
something to check herself out in a mirror.
"Want to take a break?"
"Yes, please," she groaned, turning quickly to one side as she
stepped down from the pedestal. She quickly looked down, reassured
to see her thighs quite dry and her pussy looking normal. Her
nipples were still hard, though.
"Muscles aren't made to spend a lot of time in one position,"
he said, coming over to stand next to her. She should do a little
stretching and deep knee bends. That'll work them loose quickly."
"No. They're starting to feel better now."
"Okay," he shrugged. He returned to his painting as she walked
back and forth and rubbed her back with her hands. She was starting
to feel easier about being nude around him, mostly because he
didn't seem to show any particular interest in her.
That puzzled her though. She knew she had a nice body. She
wondered if Sandy was right and she didn't project the right aura.
No, she thought. She was beautiful and Sean, for all his
artistic inclinations, was probably attracted to her. He was just
too well mannered and dedicated to his art to do anything. It was
probably a superhuman display of strength on his part.
Or he could be gay.
She hadn't thought about that before but it would explain
things as well. It would also make her feel more comfortable around
him.
"Ready to start again?" he asked.
"Okay," she sighed. "How long are we going to do this?"
"I'll finish the sketch today and develop the colors in the
next few days."
"Oh. I guess I hadn't thought about how long a painting took."
"You didn't think I could start and finish it in an hour, did
you?" he grinned.
"No. Of course not. I just wasn't thinking," she said lamely.
She climbed back onto the pedestal and resumed her position,
or at least, came close. It wasn't close enough for Sean. He came
back from around his pedestal and stood in front of the pedestal.
She was very uncomfortable with him right there since his face was
practically a foot or two in front of her pussy.
"Move your left knee out a bit. No, a bit more. Now straighten
your other leg and shift it to the left. That's right. Let's see,
arch your back a bit more and spread your arms. Also your fingers
should be together. No, more, arch your back so it curves
gracefully.
He jumped up on the pedestal right next to her. His hand slid
up onto her belly and he gripped her shoulder and pulled her back
more, arching her back. He ran his hand up her belly and over her
chest, sliding it between her breasts without touching them.
"Your back should curve naturally," he said, his hand sliding
up and down from her chest to her abdomen.
"If it curves any more I'll break," she complained.
"I have to have you assume the same position as before. That's
very important."
"I know. I am!"
"Almost, but not quite. Here, move this leg a bit more."
His hand slid down her hip and he gripped her thigh, pulling
outward a little. She could not help feeling a steamy heat in her
pussy, and everywhere his hands touched was hot and crackling with
electricity. She caught herself breathing heavily and knew her
chest was rising and falling literally before his eyes.
His hand brushed her pussy as he pushed against the inside of
her thigh and she gave a start, but was sure it was a mistake on
his part. Then his hand slid upward again only this time glided
right across her left breast. She swallowed nervously, her head
still pulled far back.
Then the hand that had been on her shoulder slid down onto her
ass and squeezed it. His other hand slid down between her legs and
right onto her pussy, squeezing it as well. Both his hands kneaded
her soft flesh as she tried to maintain her position.
She gulped and panted, not daring to say anything, not daring
to move, as his nimble fingers slid up and down her pussy slit and
massaged her ass flesh.
"S... S... Sean?" she gasped.
"Shhhh."
His index finger pushed against her slit, sliding up and down
the narrow cleft between her pussy lips, focusing on her clitty as
he rubbed her carefully. She moaned and whimpered, her body
trembling as he seized her clitty between his thumb and index
finger, deftly manipulating the little bud as she mewled in
passionate delight and shook harder and harder.
He did not kiss her or lick her breasts or anything like Sandy
had described. But she came explosively, letting out a long,
rasping breath as her body quivered and shook through a powerful
orgasmic gale.
Through it all she had maintained her position, but now she
sank weakly to her knees, sitting on her heels and bending forward
to hug herself as she panted for breath.
"You'll be able to pose better in a minute," he said, his
voice speaking as naturally as though he had not just masturbated
her to a climax.
He got down from the pedestal and went back to his painting,
taking up his pencil and making numerous quick little strokes.
After a couple of minutes he put it down and returned to her,
helping her back to her feet on the pedestal.
She posed for another half hour then had to come down for
class. He thanked her and arranged for her to come tomorrow, but
said nothing about his jerking her off. She was too embarrassed to
either, barely speaking as she hurried out.
Mandy didn't mention her encounter with Sean to either of her
sisters. She knew neither of them had her appreciation for art and
would both think she was being exploited by Sean. She couldn't
explain how she knew that Sean was purely interested in his art,
but she was sure of it.
It still made her hot, even if it didn't excite Sean.
Obviously he accepted that it made her hot, thought it only
natural, and did... what he did, so she could pose better. The more
she thought about it the more she accepted that her body's
responses were only natural and nothing to be embarrassed about.
And she felt slightly proud of having been masturbated by a
boy. That was sex, sort of. Certainly there had never been any
disputing that fact when she had given a few boys hand jobs on
dates, or on the one occasion when she had given a boy a blow job.
Still, this was different. This was in the interests of art,
not prurient sex.
When she found out that Brandy was going to be studying at the
library late, her interests did turn to prurient sex, and she was
eager to see if she and Sandy could develop their own harmless, yet
very stimulating sexual games.
It had felt so marvellous when Sean had fingered her little
pussy, and she just knew that Sandy would do even better. What was
even better for her, she knew she could make Sandy feel that good,
and she was eager to try it.
"I should never have shown you that," Sandy groaned, when she
approached her after school. "You want to do it all the time now."
"Not all the time, but since Brandy is at the library and
there's nothing on TV... "
"Well, all right."
Mandy eagerly opened her kimono. Sandy sniffed in amusement,
then stripped out of her jeans and shirt, then skimmed off her
panties and bra. She and Mandy got into Mandy's bed together, but
Mandy changed their positions quickly so they were face to face,
heads propped on their elbows.
"I want to try something new," she said.
"What?"
Shyly, Mandy pushed her sister over onto her back, then slid
her hand onto her belly. She began to stroke her sister's belly as
she leaned forward and kissed her full on the lips. Sandy returned
the kiss, then grunted in surprise as Mandy's hand slid down onto
her pussy mound.
Their kiss grew heated, their lips moist, their tongues
sliding together. Mandy began to rub up and down Sandy's slit just
as Sean had done to her. She rubbed Sandy's breasts with her other
hand, massaging the tender flesh, rolling the nipples, tweaking and
pinching them with a light touch.
Sandy was breathing heavier. She reached over and grabbed
Mandy behind the neck, pulling her face downward over her chest.
"Suck my nipples," She gasped, her voice thick. Mandy hadn't
thought of that but now did it eagerly, sliding her lips onto
Sandy's left nipple and sucking avidly, then pulling back and
lapping her tongue across the hard little pink bud several times.
"Put your finger in me," Sandy whined, flinging her legs wide
and throwing her arms up above her head. Mandy was a little anxious
about that. She knew how tightly her own pussy was closed and how
it hurt just to put her little finger in there. She was very gentle
as she slowly pushed a finger into Sandy's tightly closed cunt
mouth.
Sandy groaned and humped up at her finger.
"Harder! Harder! Put two in!" she panted desperately.
Well, she wasn't a virgin. Maybe that was why it didn't hurt her.
Mandy pushed her finger in deeper, wiggling it around inside her
sister's soft, tight cunt tunnel. She pumped it a few times, then
slowly eased a second in beside it.
Sandy groaned more. Mandy sucked on her nipples, changing from
one to the other, using her thumb and index finger to squeeze and
roll whichever nipple her mouth was not on. Meanwhile she was
slowly fucking her two fingers in and out of Sandy's pussy, while
her thumb rubbed up and down across her clitty.
Sandy arched her back several times as she humped her crotch
up at Mandy's hand. She moaned loudly, her head rolling from side
to side on the bed. Her ass rolled too, shifting her from side to
side as she began to whine and grunt in passionate heat.
"Ohhhhhhh! Harder! Harder! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" She
gasped, her voice desperate, breathless. Mandy was afraid of
hurting her, but responded to the obvious need in her sister's
voice. She pumped her fingers in faster, plunging them the full
length from knuckles to tips. Her thumb rubbed harder against
Sandy's clitty as Sandy's belly heaved upward.
Sandy gave a mighty gasp of escaping air, her body balanced on
her shoulders and arms, her legs split wide and jerking
spasmodically, her ass grinding into the bed and humping up at
Mandy's fingers. Mandy watched in fascination, never having seen
anybody as they orgasmed.
She thought Sandy looked indescribably beautiful as she came,
her face all scrunched up in ecstasy, her teeth glistening, her
body jerking and heaving. She was proud of herself for having given
her wonderful sister such pleasure.
Then Sandy fell limp to the bed. She groaned and opened her
eyes, looking up at Mandy. She reached for her, taking her by the
hand and pulling her body down on top of her own. Their lips met
again, the kiss soft, but deep, and loving.
They stroked and caressed each other's bodies for a long
minute. Sandy touched tongues with her sister, her hands sliding up
and down her back, then down onto her buttocks, squeezing them
lightly. After a couple of minutes Sandy pushed her sister over
onto her back.
"Now it's your turn," she grinned. "I'll show you some other
things I saw in the movie."
Her mouth suddenly shot forward and locked against Mandy's,
the kiss wet and voracious. Her tongue shot into Mandy's mouth and
whipped around. Then her mouth tore free, only to drop onto her
left breast. She sucked in her nipple and a big chunk of tit meat,
gnawing softly with her teeth, sucking fiercely, rubbing her tongue
against it inside her mouth.
Her hand slid down between Mandy's legs and began to stroke
her clitty, rubbing her finger up and down the slit just as Sandy
had done to her. Her mouth pulled upward, still clutching a fat wad
of Mandy's tit flesh.
She pulled the tit upward into a tight cone, then let it drop
and stabbed her mouth down onto her other breast. Her mouth bit
down on Mandy's tit like an animal, but without biting too hard.
She sucked furiously, her tongue swirling as she pulled more and
more tit into her mouth.
Then she began to kiss her way down Mandy's belly, her kisses
hard and wet and passionate, until she reached her sister's pussy.
She gripped Mandy's thighs and forced them wide, looking into her
pussy. Mandy, wide eyed and red faced, ogled her hungry sister as
Sandy dropped lower and her fingers reached for her pussy.
She gently peeled Mandy's cunt lips apart and stared down at
the gleaming pink flesh. Then her head moved forward and her tongue
pressed hard against the bottom of the pink meat, slowly lapping
upwards across the glistening flesh.
Mandy gasped as her sister's tongue passed across her bare
clitty. She shivered all over as Sandy began to lick harder and
faster right over her clitty. Sandy stiffened her index finger and
began to slowly screw it down into Mandy's super tight cunt tunnel.
Mandy groaned, assuming the same position as her sister had,
her arms clutching the bedposts above her as her chest heaved from
exertion. She stared up at the mattress above her, jerking and
starting every few seconds as a new jolt of pleasure shot into her
trembling body.
Sandy slowly eased her finger down to the first joint, then
the second, then all the way to the knuckle. It hurt, but Mandy
didn't care about the sharp little aching. All she cared about was
the wonderful pleasure inundating her system. She moaned and gasped
as Sandy slowly pumped the digit in and out.
Sandy's tongue continued to lick at her clitty, and then she
closed her lips around the little nub and sucked hard as her tongue
rubbed against it. Mandy came, crying out in ecstasy, heaving and
shaking on the bed as Sandy tried to keep her lips fastened around
the shimmering little fuck button.
"Oh! OH! OH! OH! OH, SANDY! OH, SAAAANDYYYYY! OHOOOOOOOOOO!
OOOOHHHH! NOOO! OOOOOOHH!" she cried, her body thrashing and
writhing on the bed. Sandy couldn't keep her position and had to
throw her body across her heaving sister and rub furiously with her
hand to keep any contact with the girl's buzzing cunt button.
The orgasm was long and draining, with Mandy barely able to
crack an eyelid and groan wearily at its end. Sandy was supremely
happy as she lay down beside her sister. She caressed her body
lightly, grinning down at her.
"You sure came good," she smiled.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Mandy groaned.
"Yeah, I guess."
"Ohhhh! I never... never thought... I never knew about that,"
she panted.
"You mean you never had anybody lick your pussy?"
Mandy shook her head weakly.
"Haven't you given a boy a blow job? You have. You told me
about it once. Why didn't you make him eat you out too?"
"I didn't... didn't know how."
"Hmmph."
They hugged as they both wound down, then to Sandy's surprise,
her sister raised her head and beamed happily at her. "Can we do
the other thing too? Rubbing pussies?"
Sandy laughed and pushed her head back down. Then she gave her a
mischievous grin.
"Know how it would feel way, way better?"
"No. How?"
"Well, in the movie me and Mark saw, the girls who rubbed
their pussies had shaved their pussy hair off first, so all they
felt was their own skin rubbing against the other girl's."
"WooooW!" Mandy said, wide eyed.
"Wanna do it?"
"Gee... I don't know."
"Nobody will know. Well, Mark will know I shaved my pussy. But
I'll tell him I did it for him."
They went into the bathroom and Mandy sat on the counter, her
legs wide as Sandy used the scissors to cut her pussy hair short.
There wasn't a lot of it down there anyway since both of them wore
modern high cut bathing suits. Sandy trimmed her bush in a minute
or two, then used a little electric razor to shave the rest.
Mandy was getting excited as she watched her little bush
disappear. She watched avidly as Sandy moistened it and then rubbed
shaving lotion all over her crotch. She took out the little
disposable razor then and began to carefully shave off every last
tiny bit of hair.
When she wiped her pussy dry with a towel, Sandy looked down
and saw her crotch was as bare as a little girl's. She slid her
hand down over it, rubbing it with delight.
"It's sooo smooth!" she gasped, her eyes wide.
Sandy rubbed it too, licking her lips in delight.
"Do me now," she said, pulling Mandy off the counter. Mandy
took the scissors and cut Sandy's hair short, then ran the electric
razor over it, then finally used the shaving lotion and razor.
When they looked at themselves in the mirror their pussies
looked identical, all soft bare skin with two tiny little slits in
the center.
They got into the bathtub and lay down on their sides. Sandy
poured a big handful of shaving lotion onto her hand and slapped it
down onto her pussy, then sprayed a stream of the stuff onto
Mandy's cunt. Mandy squealed and laughed, grabbing at it and
rubbing her pussy into a white, foamy mass.
Sandy sprayed more of the foamy shaving liquid, and Mandy
rubbed it over her belly and breasts and ass. Soon both were
covered in shaving foam as Sandy slid her cunt up against Mandy's.
The instant their pussies touched they stopped laughing. The
sensation of smooth, silky pussy against smooth silky pussy was
incredibly sensual and pleasing. They rubbed their pussies
together, not speaking, only gasping and panting and groaning.
Sandy came first, in less than a minute. Mandy was only a few
seconds behind her. They kept rubbing, holding hands again as they
mashed and squashed their bald pussy meat together. Mandy came
again, shaking so hard she looked like an epileptic in a fit.
Mandy came again, groaning and whimpering in shock as her body
was blasted with ecstasy. Sandy came soon after and the two
exhausted young women slid together on the bottom of the empty tub
until they were arm in arm, their lips kissing gently.
But their lust grew once again and soon each was rubbing at
the other's pussy, fighting to see who could bring the other off
first. Sandy won, sending Mandy into a whimpering, whining,
gasping, moaning writhing madness as her body was pounded by
intense pleasure.
It was only after, after they had finished, after they had
showered and were getting dressed, that Sandy stopped suddenly and
moaned in worry.
"We were wrong about nobody being able to see this," she
gulped. Mandy gasped in shock, remembering Sean, wondering how
Sandy knew.
"Brandy is bound to notice, if not tomorrow morning, then not
long after," she said.
"Brandy?" Mandy said. "Oh God, I didn't even think about her."
Her relief that Sandy didn't know about Sean combined with
consternation that she had to worry about Brandy as well as Sean.
"What do we do?" she demanded.
"I don't know." Sandy snapped peevishly.
"It was your idea!"
"Well, nobody forced you."
"I'm the baby, remember. You're supposed to be the responsible
one."
"Brandy is the responsible one. I'm the... the.. "
"You're more responsible than me. You're the one she'll
blame."
Sandy glared at her.
"Just shut up a minute while I think," she said.
"If it was just you I could pretend it was a practical joke
and she'd believe that."
"She'd still yell at you."
"Yeah, but she wouldn't think me and you had been doing
stuff."
"Well, it's not just me. It's you too."
"I know. I know." She smiled then and snickered.
"What?"
"We have to all look the same again. I'll just shave her
pussy."
"What?! She'll never let you do that!"
"She won't know."
"How. .. "
"She sleeps really soundly. If I'm careful I can shave off her
pussy hair while she's asleep."
"She won't sleep through that!"
"There's no reason why not. I... we'll just open her legs and
shave her."
"She'll wake up!"
"I know! She always has a big glass of warm milk before bed.
I'll put some of Mom's sleeping powder in it. She says its
tasteless. Sandy will get a good night's sleep and when she wakes
up... "
"She'll be furious. She'll scream and yell at us."
"No. At me. You wouldn't do something like that. It's out of
character. She'll believe I did it, though. You'll have to pretend
that I did it to you in the night as well. Brandy will just think
its another one of my stupid ignorant jokes."
"She's gonna yell like crazy."
"She'll do that anyway. At least this way... "
"Why don't we just tell her. Maybe she'll want to play too."
"Mandy! You know how prudish she is about sex!"
"I know but... I hate keeping secrets from her. It seems
mean."
"If we tell her she'll be unhappy. That would be meaner.
Wouldn't it?"
"I suppose," Mandy sighed.
"Is she asleep?" Mandy whispered.
"Yes."
"This is crazy."
"I know. It's gonna be fun though," she giggled. "Wait till
she finds out. I can't wait to see her face."
She crept down the ladder and dropped to her knees, crawling over
beside Brandy's bed. Mandy got out of her bed and followed her,
also on her knees but going around to the other side of the bed.
They stared at Brandy's face, eyes closed, face clear and soft
in sleep. Sandy crept up and lightly gripped the end of the sheets,
sliding them downward. Mandy grabbed the sheets at the other side
and helped pull them off their sleeping sister.
Mandy giggled and Sandy glared across the bed at her. She
reached down and tapped Brandy on the cheek a few times. Brandy
didn't move. She nodded at Mandy, then gripped Brandy's nightshirt
and gently lifted it upwards, folding it back past her crotch.
"We have to spread her legs," she whispered across to Mandy.
She rose to her feet, her hands very gently sliding under Brandy's
left leg, lifting it very slowly, and very, very slowly pulling it
aside until the foot was almost over the side of the bed. Mandy
imitated her, pulling Brandy's right leg far to one side.
They set her legs down and then Sandy leaned across the bed,
scissors in her hand. She carefully snipped away at Brandy's bush.
Brandy had more hair because she tended to wear more conservative
bathing suits. Still it all disappeared in minutes, leaving only a
thick stubble. The razor buzzed with what seemed to them
extraordinary loudness, but it didn't wake Brandy.
Sandy deftly began to shave the girl's crotch. She knew Brandy
had no hair on her ass crack or past her pussy mound, for which she
was extremely grateful. She wouldn't have wanted to have to try and
turn her onto her stomach without waking her.
She snapped it off and brought out the little cup of warm
water Mandy had brought from the bathroom. She moistened Brandy's
cunt then put a light layer of shaving cream over it. She then
began to shave very carefully.
Brandy muttered a few times, and her body jerked a little, but
she stayed in mostly the same position as Sandy finished shaving
her. She patted her crotch dry and looked triumphantly across at
Mandy. Then an evil look came on her face.
She looked down at Brandy's face, then back at her crotch. She
slid her finger down to her sister's pussy, rubbing in soft little
movements back and forth over her pussy.
"Sandy!" Mandy hissed, frowning. Sandy just grinned back at
her. She leaned over more, gently prying Brandy's cunt lips apart
so her finger could rub directly over her clitty.
"You'll wake her up!" Mandy hissed.
"No, I won't. I'll just give her a pleasant dream." "You
really think so?" Mandy asked curiously. Sandy nodded and grinned
again. "Play with her nipples."
Mandy looked at Brandy's nipples, obviously stiff as they
pressed against the thin cotton nightshirt. She smiled at the
thought of giving Brandy a nice dream, then reached down and softly
stroked her nipples through the nightshirt.
Sandy felt Brandy's moistness as she rubbed back and forth
over her clitty. She bent over and began to lick softly, her tongue
lapping across the little clit as Brandy grumbled in her sleep. She
pulled back as Brandy gave a hard lurch, but the girl didn't wake.
She began to finger her clitty again, trying to screw another
finger into Brandy's cunt. She twisted it from side to side as she
sank it down to the knuckle, then she began to pump it slowly in
and out.
Brandy's head jerked to one side, then jerked back. She moaned
weakly,y.
"I think she just came!"
"While she's asleep? Wow."
"Didn't you see her and hear her?"
"It might have been," Mandy said. "We should stop or she'll
really be mad when she wakes up."
Sandy grinned. "Okay," she said, pulling her hand away from
Brandy's cunt. She wiped it with some tissues and pulled Brandy's
nightshirt back down, then she and Mandy lifted the sheets back
over the sleeping girl.
The alarm rang. Mandy and Sandy started awake, then as one
turned to watch their slightly older sister. Brandy sat up in bed
yawning. She stretched her arms out, then brought them back down.
She slid one hand upwards and ran it through her hair.
Then she got up and padded across to the bathroom. The others
watched avidly.
"Remember, you have to find out too. It's a big surprise to
you!" Sandy hissed down at the lower bunk.
Mandy nodded just as an outraged howl came from the bathroom.
"Look out. The shit's hit the fan," Sandy groaned.
Brandy came storming out of the bathroom naked, eyes murderous as
she stared straight up at Sandy.
"Something wrong?" Sandy asked innocently.
"You filthy, stinking, slutty, perverted little WHORE!" she
screeched.
"Shhhh, someone'll hear."
"You CUNT!"
"Stop yowling. It's only a bit of hair."
"What's the matter?" Mandy asked, not at all happy.
"What's the matter? What's the matter?" she snarled, her voice
rising.
"Look at my crotch! She... she... "
"Shaved your bush off. It looks very nice now."
"WHY?"
"Hey, mine is shaved too," Mandy declared, getting out of bed
naked. The other two looked briefly at her bald puffy pussy.
"Do you think this is funny? You sick little pervert?!!"
Sandy glared down at her.
"Well, I knew Mandy would want to look like me... ". She knelt
at the edge of her bunk, showing them her bare cunt, "... and I
didn't want you to be left out," she smirked.
"Why? WHY did you shave YOURSELF?" Brandy gritted through
clenched teeth.
"Mark wanted to see what it would be like."
Brandy glared murderously at her.
"I'll show you, you filthy, stinking tramp!" She snarled,
running forward and clambering up the ladder. Sandy backed away and
then jumped off the foot of the bunk, landing nimbly on her feet.
Brandy, no athlete, was slower, having to slide back down the
ladder.
Sandy backed away, grinning, putting the table between herself
and her furious sister.
"Now, now, now, no point crying over spilt milk," she chided.
She ran around the table as Brandy circled it. She stopped and bent
over, wagging her bare ass from side to side.
"Doesn't this look nice?" she taunted, "Show yours to a boy
and see what happens.'
"Sandy... " Mandy frowned.
Sandy hurtled around the table laughing as Brandy ran after
her. But though not as athletic as Sandy, Brandy was quick witted.
There was only a small space between the table and the wall and it
was a light table. As Sandy ran between wall and table Brandy
suddenly shoved the table as hard as she could.
It rammed into Sandy's belly, making the air whoosh out of
her. Brandy leapt over the table and threw her arm around her
throat, grabbing her hair. Sandy recovered and clawed her way onto
the table. They rolled together then fell off onto the rug as Mandy
gave a little scream and jumped back.
Sandy pulled angrily to her feet and as Brandy grabbed for her
twisted quickly aside and got behind the other girl. She shoved her
into the side of the table, grabbing one of her arms and jerking it
up behind her back hard. Then she grabbed her hair and pulled it
back just as hard.
Brandy cried out in pain but Sandy held her pinned there,
jamming her knee into the small of her back for good measure.
"Take back that I'm a slut," she demanded.
"S... Slut!" Brandy cried.
Sandy pulled her hair harder, forcing her back to arch.
"Say I'm a sweet, wonderful sister and then thank me for
shaving your pussy hair."
"BITCH!" Brandy howled.
Sandy cursed and tugged her hair back again. Then she yelped and
fell sideways as Mandy slapped her in the face.
Mandy stared at her for a moment and then burst into tears.
Sandy sighed and her anger collapsed like a popped balloon. Brandy
rubbed her sore arm and glared daggers at Sandy as she put her arms
around Mandy and hugged her.
She cooed to her as Sandy approached warily, then stroked
Mandy's head until her sobs slowed and became little sniffles.
Brandy got some tissue and made her blow her nose, while Sandy
wiped her face.
"I... I hate it when you fight," Mandy whimpered.
"I'm sorry, Mandy," Brandy breathed.
"Yeah, me too. I'm uh, sorry for everything," She looked at
Brandy and shrugged. "I didn't think you'd get this mad."
Brandy fought back a cutting remark and then nodded. "I'm sorry
too."
"What'd you do?"
"For attacking you. That was an idiotic thing to do. Physical
violence goes against everything I believe in."
"You're not very good at it, either."
Brandy glared at her and she shrugged and smiled weakly.
"You all right, honey?" Brandy asked, pushing Mandy's hair
back from her eyes.
"You two won't fight any more?"
"No."
"Nooo."
"I want you to hug each other," she sniffed.
Sandy glared uncomfortably at Brandy, who grumbled.
"Don't you love each other?" Mandy demanded.
Again both of them muttered.
"Brandy?"
"What?"
"Do you love me?"
"Of course I love you, honey." She hugged her again.
"Do you love Sandy?"
Brandy looked away.
"Do you?"
Brandy muttered.
"What?"
"Yes! All right?"
Mandy smiled and turned to Sandy.
"Yeah, yeah, I love the old prude," Sandy groaned, rolling her
eyes.
"Good, then you can hug each other."
She pushed Brandy towards Sandy and the two hugged... briefly.
"Now we better hurry up or we'll be late," Mandy said,
practically skipping off to the bathroom.
Brandy frowned suspiciously after her, then turned to Sandy.
"You don't suppose she does that on purpose, do you?"
"What?"
"Puts on that blubbering little girl act just to stop us
fighting?"
"Mandy? Nahhhh... I don't think soooo." She stared at the
bathroom though.
Mandy didn't hear what they said but if she had she would have
smiled. It was true that her sister's arguing distressed her, but
not always as much as she let on. Right then though her concern was
with Sean. What on earth was she going to tell him about her shaved
pussy.
"Decide in haste, repent in leisure," she sighed, as she gazed
at her naked image in the mirror. She posed as she had on the
pedestal and shook her head a little at just how bare her slit was.
Then she had a sudden idea. She smiled and then laughed a little.
"Of course," she said to herself.
"Ready?"
"Uh, huh." She came out from behind the screen and padded
tensely to the pedestal. She climbed up and turned around,
assuming the pose. He stared for a moment, then his gaze fixed on
her crotch. She turned red, remembering just how she looked.
"I thought it would help, like all the classical paintings
I've seen."
"Well, yes but that was realism, and a decadent influence at
that. Still, you're right. If I'm after the abstract of classical
painting this helps. Thanks, Mandy. You didn't have to do it,
though."
"Oh, that's all right. It'll grow back."
He sketched some more, then put the canvas aside and began to
paint on another, frequently glancing both at it and at her on the
pedestal. After twenty minutes or so he put the brush down and
smiled up at her.
"Want a rest?"
"Yes, thanks," she sighed, letting her arms fall and getting
down off the pedestal. She walked over to a table set nearby and
got a drink of water. She sat back, her behind propped against the
edge of the table.
He came over and joined her.
"Think you'll be a great artist some day, Sean?"
"I hope so. What about you."
"I think you will."
"No. I mean what about you?"
"Oh. I don't know. I don't even know for sure what I want to
do. Whether to paint, write poetry or play the cello."
"What do you like best?"
"I like my poetry best but I'm much, much better at the
cello."
"Then go for cello and write music to your words."
"That's smart, but I play classical and that doesn't have
words."
"Then do a few ballads and write love songs."
"I don't know much about love," she smiled ruefully.
"Who does?"
"Well, my sister Sandy thinks she does."
"You seem like a much more emotional person than her. I'm sure
you'll experience love, very gripping love... In the meantime... "
"Yeah," she sighed. "It sure is boring posing," she grumbled.
"Well, maybe your sisters could spell you."
"Yes, but then you wouldn't get the real me," she grinned.
"That's true, isn't it. And I do want the real you." As he
said that his right hand slid between her legs and rubbed her
thigh. She looked up startled, then gasped as his hand squeezed her
bare little pussy mound. She trembled in his grip, staring down at
his hand as his fingers kneaded her cunt meat.
He slid around beside her, his left hand going behind her back
as he fingered her pussy. He rubbed his middle finger up and down
the length of her tight little cleft, pressing hard to sink it down
into her slit and saw it up and down across her clitty.
She sighed weakly, leaning back on her hands, which were flat
on the table. He rubbed her clitty as he curled his index finger
and began to worm it into her cunt opening.
"Ohhhh... ohhhh, don't... don't... "
He stroked her clitty with his thumb and she groaned anew, her ass
grinding into the side of the table as he wriggled his index finger
up into her to the knuckle.
He pumped it slowly in and out of her snatch as he worked his thumb
on her clitty.
Her head jerked to one side, then jerked to the other. She
groaned again, her head falling back, her body trying to settle
back on the table. He wouldn't let her. His arm kept her back
straight as he fingered her clit.
She arched her back across it, her head falling back as she
began to grunt and moan and grind her cunt against his hand. He
forced a second finger into her slit, not as gentle as with the
first. She mewled in pain, but spread her legs wider.
He watched her face, his own expression detached, as he pumped
his two fingers up and down her cunt. His other three fingers were
curled together into his palm and made a hard, meaty sound as he
began to thrust hard into her, his fist thumping into her cunt
mound as he drove his fingers up into her.
She whimpered and groaned, her head falling backwards, so it
was upside down. He shifted his grip to the back of her neck, his
fingers pressing down hard as he jerked her head back up and stared
into her glazed eyes. He pumped harder, faster, watching her body
as it twitched and jerked under his harsh manipulation.
Then she arched her back, her head going back before he jerked
it forward again. He was practically punching his fist into her
cunt as he rammed his fingers up into her. Her legs bowed and she
slid off the table, yet did not fall.
He held her weakened body as her cunt rubbed down desperately
against his hand. He pulled back on her head then, staring
demandingly at her face as he finger fucked her through the orgasm
and into the beginnings of another.
She fell slowly to her knees, his hand still between her legs,
his hand still clutching the back of her neck as he followed her
down. She grunted and moaned and gasped for breath, her chest
heaving, her swollen breasts rising and falling.
He fucked her harder, forcing a third finger up her snatch,
grinding his knuckles against her cunt pad as she ground herself
down on his hand. Her hands clutched his wrist, jamming it in
harder, riding it desperately as she blasted into another cum.
Again her back arched and a high pitched, gasping, warbling
groan escaped her drawn back lips. He stared at her face as he
pumped steadily at her groin, watching her fluttering eyelids and
her gasping mouth.
Then she collapsed forward, falling slowly first to her hands,
then elbows, then bowing over, her head to the floor as she hugged
her knees.
"There," he said. He got up and went to his canvas, taking up
his brush and painting furiously, as though suddenly inspired.
Sandy and Mark were eating during their lunch break, eating
each other. They were out behind the parking lot, behind some
bushes, engaged in a very pleasurable sixty-nine. She was on top,
her lips bobbing up and down on his hard erection. He clutched her
soft round buttocks as he lapped excitedly at her bald little slit.
Sandy had already cum once, and was on the verge of cumming
again, only this time she wanted a cock inside her.
"S... stop!" she gasped. "Stop! Fuck me! Put it in!"
He groaned and pulled his lips away from her delicious, puffy
little cunt pad, then rolled over so he was on top and scuttled
around to drop between her spread knees.
She reached down and took his cock, guiding it down into her cunt.
She groaned as his cockhead pushed aside her pussy lips and
slid quickly down into her depths. She clutched him tightly,
twitching and jerking as she felt his cockhead lodged high inside
her and his balls pressing against her buttocks.
Her legs came up and went around him as they kissed. Her hands
went behind his head and they began to rock together, both of them
grunting and moaning in pleasure. She trembled suddenly, then
clutched him so tightly he could hardly move.
Her eyes closed and she shuddered, her legs kicking against
his back as she came, her cunt spasming around his aching cock-
tool. He thrust hard and she groaned anew, then he lifted her legs
up and shoved them back against her chest.
He rose on his knees and pushed her knees against her swollen
titties as he began to thrust hard and deep. His cockhead slid from
the deepest recesses of her belly right to the tip of her cunt
opening, actually touching the insides of her pussy lips before
plunging deep again.
His hard hips pounded into her, hammering her buttocks
bruisingly hard as his fuck-pole skewered her buttery little slit.
She grunted with each impact, her head rolling from side to side as
he used hard, savage strokes.
He jammed her legs back harder, his hands sliding down to her
ankles, pushing them down next to her head as he used her hole, his
cock spearing into her again and again, stabbing down into her
belly, sheathing itself within her soft, velvety guts.
She whimpered and groaned, her body twitching and
shaking again. Her hands flopped on the grass beside her and her
chest heaved as he thrust harder, faster, his shaft pistoning up
and down her tight tunnel, his body hammering down against her
upturned buttocks.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Maaaarkkk! Maaaaaark! Ungh! Ungh!" she
grunted.
Then he came, skewering her with his mighty lance as he buried
it to the hilt in her burning, sucking little fuck-box. She
screamed, her head whipping and lashing from side to side as she
bounced and jerked on the grass beneath him.
He pumped his cum deep into her guts, grunting each time
another wad spat out the tip of his burning, flaring cock.
Then he collapsed on top of her. He let go of her ankles and
they slowly flopped back onto the grass as she groaned and moaned
and panted for breath.
They lay there for a long minute, then there was movement in
the bushes and a body pushed its way through. She gasped and
grabbed her pants and shirt, hugging them against herself as a
uniformed policeman pushed through and stood before them, glaring.
"Okay, kids, that's enough of that."
"We weren't doing anything!" Mark gasped, trying to cover his
crotch.
"No? Well, you were doing it where the neighbours could see it
out of their second floor windows, and one of them complained." He
pointed at the houses behind the school fence.
"Uhhh, we didn't know," Mark said, trying to get into his
pants.
"You'll have to come with me and we'll have a little talk with
your principal."
Sandy tossed her clothes over the fence and turned, leaping
up. The cop yelled and grabbed Mark to keep him from doing the
same, then reached for her ankle. He missed and she dropped to her
feet on the other side of the fence.
"Come back here!" he yelled. "You can't get away. I know what
school you go to and they'll have your picture!"
Sandy picked up her jeans and shirt and scampered away from
the fence, rounding the corner of the house and diving behind some
more bushes. She quickly pulled up her jeans and donned her shirt.
She'd left her underwear behind, she realized.
She ran down the street, glad she hadn't taken off her tennis
shoes for their little lunch meal. She cursed viciously as she ran,
then curled around the corner and ran back towards the school,
though away from where the cop was.
Brandy prowled the library. She normally had some studying to
do or had a book to read or found something interesting in here,
but today she couldn't seem to sit down. She kept wandering up and
down the aisle and thinking about what Sandy had said.
She hated to think of herself as a prude, even though she had
to admit intellectually that she was right. Compared to Sandy, or
even most other girls, she was a prude. She even knew where Sandy
had gotten that statistic about teenage sex, from a report she
herself had done for sociology class.
And reports on sex were as close as she ever got to it. Except
for jerking off. It was stupid. It was childish. What was there to
be afraid of anyway? It was part of becoming a woman, an adult,
both of which she liked to consider herself as already being.
She turned a corner, deep in thought, and smashed into
someone.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" she gasped, almost falling. Strong hands held
her up and she smiled up at Mister Connors, her English teacher.
She liked him, and respected his intelligence. He was cute too.
"Hi, Mister Connors," she grinned.
"Hello Brandy. Deep in thought, I see."
"I'm afraid so."
"Well, if you were Mandy I'd guess you were thinking of a new
poem."
"No, nothing like that. I leave the poetry to those who are
good at it."
"You aren't bad, though you tend to be, ahh, harshly critical
of people."
"Do I?" she asked in surprise.
"You have high standards."
"I guess I do," she sighed.
"Problem?"
"No, not really."
"Well if I can help... " He started to move away.
"Mister Connors?"
He stopped and looked back.
"Do you think I'm sexy?"
"What?" he laughed, then saw she was serious.
"Brandy, you must know you are one third of the most
desirable, sought after troika on campus."
"I mean just me, alone."
"Ahhhh, well, if I have to comment, yes. Yes, you are
extremely sexy."
"As sexy as Sandy?"
"Tight pants do not make one sexier," he sniffed with a grin.
She sighed in pleasure, then impulsively gripped the lapels of
his jacket, reached up and kissed him hard on the lips.
He gripped her arms softly and pushed her back.
"What was that for?" he gasped in surprise.
"Just... just... " She couldn't think straight. She was happy,
and the kiss, that kiss had...
She leaned forward and kissed him again, this time more
softly. At first he resisted, but her lips were soft and warm and
silky.
He found himself kissing her back before he even knew what he
was doing. His arms went around her and their kiss became deeper,
more passionate. She pressed her body against his, backing him into
the shelf. Her mind spun, thinking about what she was doing, where
she was, who she was.
They were in the library, nearly empty at the start of lunch
hour, in the back corner of the reference section.
Their kiss went on and on, her tongue pushing against his, his
sliding against hers. Their bodies grew hot, both of them feeling
the eroticism of the moment, of the danger.
He turned, pushing her against the book shelf, his hands
sliding up and down her back, hers on his chest. He pulled back
briefly, stared at her, both of them gasping for breath.
He reached out with trembling hands and took her glasses off,
then kissed her again, a soft, hesitant kiss that almost at once
ignited and burned hot. He crushed her body against the shelf, his
left hand behind her back, his right sliding up and down her side,
then up her front to cup her breast.
She groaned, the sound absorbed by his own mouth. She wore a
white shirt with snap buttons up the front, a long blue skirt and
a pair of boots. He gripped the front of her blouse and tore it
open, the snaps all parting with a sharp crackle of noise, then his
hands clutched her breasts through her bra.
"OOOhhhhhh!" she groaned "OOOhhhhhhh!"
He mashed his lips into her throat, his hands undoing the clip
between her bra cups so they fell aside. His hands cupped and
kneaded her naked tit meat then as she gasped and shook in
passionate desire.
He kissed her again, his right hand sliding down her side then
rubbing her groin through her long skirt. He grabbed the material
and began bunching it up in his hand, lifting the hem higher and
higher as he pressed her head back into some books behind her.
Then the hem was above her hips and his hand slipped under.
She gave a low cry of shock as she felt his hand slip into her
panties and squeeze her pussy mound. She humped forward without
even thinking, her crotch grinding into his hand as they kissed
harshly, brutally.
He gasped, his body screaming with lust as he felt her shaved
snatch. He gripped her panties and pulled hard. They strained, and
then the side gave way, splitting. The panties dropped down one
ankle and her crotch was bare to him. Their hands slid over each
other hungrily, passionately, their bodies grinding together as
both were overcome by intense yearning and lust.
He rubbed his hand up and down her cunt, then tore his lips
from hers, bending over and biting down on her stone hard nipple.
He chewed and sucked on the pink flesh as she whined and mewled and
writhed in his grasp. He undid his fly quickly, pulling out a
bulging red erection. She looked down and saw it through bleary
eyes, mouth gaping in shock, body shivering in hunger. He mashed
his lips against hers again, his knee pushing between her legs,
forcing her left leg up and apart.
She raised it and curled it around him as she felt his
cockhead press against her vaginal opening. She was panting so hard
she wondered that she didn't hyper-ventilate and pass out. Then his
lips pressed hard on hers and her breathing slowed.
She cried out then as she felt his cock enter her, but the
sound was again absorbed by his own mouth as she writhed against
the shelves. Deeper and deeper his cock moved until there was a
sudden sharp pain inside her crotch and she knew her cherry was
gone.
She whimpered and kissed harder still, giving a long quavering
gasp of pain and pleasure as his cock drove fully into her and she
felt it, like Sandy had said, way up inside her belly.
Her hands reached up above her, grasping the thick wooden
shelves, arching her back as his body ground into her, his cock
sliding slowly in her tight sheath.
His head moved down again and he sucked hard on her nipples,
his teeth pinching and gnawing at them as he squeezed his hands up
against her ass flesh. His fingernails dug into her buttocks as she
lifted the other leg and put both around him.
She held onto the shelf as he humped into her. Each thrust
jammed her back against the shelf and she grunted from the triple
blow of her back against the shelf, his hips against her thighs,
and his cock, as it thrust deep into her silky tube.
She whimpered and groaned and grunted as he fucked harder,
desperate to come off in her. His cock jerked her upward again and
again, one of her legs sliding back down as she weakened, the other
still clutching tightly around his waist.
His hands squeezed her ass, holding her in place as he pulled
her up to meet each thrust. Her cunt was like a velvet vice around
his prong and he groaned as he tore his meat back and forth.
She closed both legs around him again as she started to slide
downwards. His hands jerked her ass back up as he thrust his cock
deep into her belly. She grunted in response, her head falling back
onto a shelf. His cock sliced back and forth between her pussy lips
for what seemed like hours but was probably no more than a minute
or two.
Then she came, trembling and shaking and wriggling mindlessly,
her head bouncing against the shelf, her ankles beating on his
back, her white knuckled hands trying to dig into the wood above
her and her cunt spasming and crackling and fireballing with heat
and sexual ecstasy.
She heaved and twisted and writhed, coming apart as his hard
body pummelled her against the shelf. Then he exploded himself,
sending jism streaming up into her roiling, churning, heaving
belly.
Sandy was in trouble. She'd already been suspended once for
fighting, and another time for telling a teacher to go fuck
herself. If the principal knew she was screwing in the bushes she'd
be expelled. And then there was her parents, of course.
She moaned to herself as she rounded the front of the school
and ran in a side door. She climbed to the second floor to avoid
the cop, who was no doubt headed for the office. She ran down the
second floor and came down another set of stairs near the library.
She didn't analyze why she was running for Brandy, but she
knew Brandy would be able to think of something to do. She found
her in the back of the library, reading some ghastly big book.
"Brandy!"
"Shhhh," she said, glaring.
"I'm in trouble," she panted, as she fell into the chair
beside Brandy.
"What did you do now?" Brandy scowled.
"I was screwing Mark out in a bush and some old bitch called
the cops."
"What!?"
"I ran off but he saw me and he got Mark."
"Oh, God, Sandy!"
"I know. I know! And you know what old Carling will say."
"He'll expel you!"
Sandy nodded unhappily.
"What were you wearing?"
"Nothing." I grabbed these off the grass and tossed them over
a fence, then jumped over myself. Course I left my underwear
behind."
"Shit."
She thought for a minute.
"Mandy!"
"What?"
"We have to find her. Come on!" She jumped up, grabbing
Sandy's hand and dragging her out of the library.
"Where is she?" Sandy asked.
"I don't know. I'd bet she'd be somewhere in the arts
department, maybe practising her cello."
They hurried upstairs, taking them two at a time, then ran
down the hall of the arts wing, looking in windows. They almost ran
Mandy down as she came out of one of the doors.
"Mandy!" Brandy exclaimed.
Mandy jerked back guiltily.
"Come with me!" Brandy demanded, grabbing her hand and
dragging her down the hall towards the ladies room.
The three of them ran inside. The room was empty. Brandy
turned to Mandy.
"Take off your pants, quick!"
"What? Why?"
"Just do it! I'll explain, later."
Mandy was wearing an overlong light blue sweater over a white top
and white pants. Brandy slipped a white belt off from her skirt and
turned to Sandy, frowning.
"You're sure he only saw your jeans?"
"Uh, yeah, I think so."
"Right, get them off, you can wear Mandy's."
"Huh? What am I gonna wear?" Mandy asked slipping off her
pants and handing them to Brandy.
"Nothing," Brandy replied. she slipped her belt around Mandy's
waist. She tightened it and stepped back.
"That doesn't look half bad," she nodded. The sweater Mandy
wore came halfway down her thighs, longer than a mini-skirt anyway.
Sandy slipped on her sister's pants and pulled up the zipper.
"How come you haven't got any underwear?" Mandy asked,
perplexed.
"Shit!" Brandy growled. "Mandy, take off your underwear."
"Why do I have to give her all my clothes?" Mandy demanded in
exasperation.
"Just do it!"
Brandy reached under her own skirt and slipped her panties
down, stepping out of them and tossing them into the trash
regretfully before the others could see one side was tied together.
Mandy stared at her as if she'd gone insane, then shrugged and did
the same. Brandy opened her shirt, slipped it over her shoulders,
then undid her bra and tossed it in the trash with her panties.
Mandy held her panties and looked at the two of them. Brandy
snatched them and tossed them into the garbage with her own
underwear.
"Now the bra," she demanded.
"You're just going to throw them out?"
"We have to look identical, Mandy."
"But we don't."
"I'll explain in a minute. Just take off your bra and get rid
of it."
Mandy scowled, then undid the belt and took off her sweater.
Naked, except for her loafers, she undid her bra and tossed it in
the trash, then slipped the sweater back on and did the belt up.
"I hope nobody pulls up my sweater," she grumbled.
"Okay, Mandy, look, Sandy got caught by a cop making out naked
in some bushes with Mark."
Mandy's eyes opened wide.
"He only saw her naked, maybe carrying her jeans, and she left
her underwear behind. He's only got to look at the yearbook to spot
her, then they might arrest her for indecent exposure or
something."
"But not if they can't prove which one of us was there," Sandy
grinned, finally understanding.
"Exactly. They'll know it was one of us but not who, unless
Mark talks."
"He wouldn't."
"Then they can't prove which of us it was."
"They'll know it was me," Sandy shook her head.
"Knowing and proving aren't the same thing at all."
"But why did we have to throw out my underwear?" Mandy
demanded.
"Because she left hers behind, Mandy. All they have to do is
check us all to see which isn't wearing any underwear, then they'd
know for sure who it was."
"I don't like not having underwear on," Mandy pouted.
"It won't be for long. We'll head right out to the car and go
home and change completely."
"We'll miss first class," Mandy objected.
"Tough. This is more important."
"But if we're leaving anyway... "
"Because they might catch us before we get away, Mandy. It's
not going to take long for Carling to guess who it was once the cop
describes Sandy, especially since he knows Mark is her boyfriend."
"Sandy Thompson report to the office," the P.A. system
suddenly blared. Brandy sniffed as she looked at Sandy.
"Now what?" Mandy asked.
"Fuck them. We'll see if we can make it to the car."
"Wait. Wait!" Mandy cried.
"What?" Brandy demanded.
Mandy turned her around and undid her braid, then roughed up
her hair to match Sandy's. Sandy quickly mussed up Mandy's as well.
Both girls shook their head up and down several times, then all
three brushed their hair so it was more or less similar.
"You're not as dumb as you look," Sandy grinned. Mandy
frowned, then snorted in amusement.
"Anything else?" Sandy sighed.
Brandy took her glasses off and stuck them in her pocket.
"Anything else again?" Sandy groaned.
"Yes. Where were you at lunch?"
Sandy pursed her lips.
"I was jogging. Mandy, you were wandering around the hall
thinking of a new poem. Sandy you were playing ball against the
wall of the gym. None of us saw anyone."
"Got it," Sandy nodded.
They left the bathroom and walked together down the hall to
the stairs nearest the parking lot entrance. Brandy looked over the
railing then motioned the others forward. They hurried down the
stairs and out to the door.
"Going somewhere, girls?"
They turned, startled as Mrs. Evans came forward.
"We were just... "
"Going to the office," Mrs. Evans completed, pointing in the
other direction.
"Going to the office," Brandy agreed.
Mrs. Evans marched them to the office. Brandy went through the
door first.
"That's the one," a cop said as she came through. Then he saw
Sandy, and then Mandy. His jaw dropped and he stared at all three
of them incredulously.
"They were headed out the door," Mrs. Evans said.
"Were they? Guilty feelings girls?" Mr. Carling asked.
"No. We were just going home to change.
"I'll bet," the cop said.
"You said she had jeans," Carling said to him.
"Well, she did. I saw her throw them over the fence."
"None of them is wearing jeans."
"Brandy?" Mr. Carling asked paternally. She was, after all,
one of his very best pupils, a straight A honors roll, perfect
attendance good girl.
"Yes, sir?"
"Who was out in the back with Mark here?" He pointed at Mark,
who was sitting in a chair nearby.
"I don't know what you mean, sir."
"Where were you just now?"
"Going home."
"Where were you fifteen minutes ago?" he frowned.
"I was jogging actually."
"Where?"
"Oh, around out back and on the street in front."
"Who was with you?'
"Nobody."
"Nobody saw you?"
"No, sir. What's this all about?"
He glared at her and turned to Mandy. He frowned and looked from
her to Sandy. He'd known Brandy because Brandy always dressed
conservatively, but wasn't sure which were the other two.
"Mandy?"
"Yes, sir?" Mandy asked.
"Ah, Mandy, where were you fifteen minutes ago?"
"Oh, just wandering around."
"Wandering around where?"
"Just around, walking in the hall and out front and out back.
I was trying to think of a new poem."
"Did you speak to anyone? See anyone?"
"I saw a lot of people. I didn't speak to anyone though."
"And you?" Carling glared at Sandy.
"Me, sir?"
"You sir. Where were you?"
"I was throwing my ball against the wall in back of the gym."
"And I don't suppose there's anyone who was there with you."
"No, sir. I was all alone."
"I see."
He glared at all three then back to the cop.
"Well?"
"Well what? They look the same. Even their hair is the same."
"There's still these," Carling smirked, lifting a pair of
green bra and panties. "One of you is missing some clothing, I
suspect. Unless you had some spares around."
"Won't work, Mister Carling," Evans said.
"What? Why? You can... "
"You can see right here that none of them is wearing a bra.
None is the type to come to school without them so I'm sure two of
them got rid of theirs somewhere, and I'd bet, their panties too."
Carling glared at them all angrily, then his eyes bored into
Sandy.
"I know it was you," he gritted.
"What, sir? Did I do something?"
"This is your boyfriend, isn't it?"
"Who? Him?"
"Yes, him!"
"Well, we used to go out, but we broke up a few days ago."
"I went out with him a couple of times," Brandy interjected.
"Me too," Mandy smiled.
"Which one of you was out back having sex with him?"
"Not me!"
"Not me!"
"Not me!"
"Then you're all suspended!" he roared.
"You can't do that," Brandy said indignantly. "Our parents pay
good money for us to go here and I for one didn't do anything."
"You're covering up for her!" He pointed at Sandy.
"Prove it!"
He glared in outrage. The cop shook his head and turned to Mark.
"Well, son. Memory coming back. You remember which one was
with you?"
"I can't tell them apart, officer."
"You little prick!" Carling snapped.
He turned and stared at all three of them again, then he moved
and stood directly in front of Mandy. He glared at her from two
inches away, standing there and staring while she fidgeted
nervously. His eyes bored into her.
"Who was it?" he asked.
"I don't know," she replied.
"Who was it?" He demanded, raising his voice.
"I don't know."
"WHO WAS IT?" He roared, making her wince and step back a
foot.
"Hey," Sandy said.
"Yes?"
"If you don't stop yelling in her face I'm gonna slug you."
"Me too," Brandy glared.
He stared at them both in outrage. The cop picked up his hat and
put it on, then motioned Mark to his feet and moved for the door.
"Take them all with you," Carling demanded.
"Can't. Have to be able to prove which it was."
"We know it was one of them."
"If she confesses, call me. I'm not wasting any more time over
this stupid thing."
Sandy snickered and Carling looked ready to explode.
As it turned out all Carling could do was suspend them all for
one day. That was what he was allowed to do for violation of the
school dress code. Not wearing a bra was the violation. In
addition, Brandy and Sandy were suspended an additional day for
insolence, for threatening to slug him.
They replayed much of the same scene with their parents that
night, who had, of course, been called by the school. Thankfully it
was Mrs. Evans who had called them and not Carling. Still, they
demanded to know which of them it had been. They could get away
with stone walling Carling, but couldn't get away with the same
with their parents, they used a different tack entirely.
"It was her!" Brandy declared, pointing at Mandy. Mandy looked
outraged and denied it. "It was her!" she said, pointing at Sandy.
Sandy sniffed indignantly. "It was her!" she said, pointing at
Brandy.
They were all grounded for a week, and had to endure a lengthy
sermon on safe sex. Sandy made the sermon even more embarrassing
for everyone by asking about anal sex, oral sex techniques, group
sex, sadomasochism, bondage, and wife swapping.
"It'll be a cold day in hell before they dare give us another
talk about sex," she snickered after they'd been dismissed to their
room.
"Jesus God, Sandy, how could you talk like that?" Brandy
yelled. "I almost died when you asked Mom about anal sex!"
"And asking them about whips and chains?" Mandy said, screwing
up her face. "Even I was embarrassed."
"Yeah, but they were way, way more embarrassed. Did you see
Dad's face when I mentioned wife swapping? Ha!"
"You are disgusting," Brandy glared.
"And its your fault we're all grounded for a week," Mandy
scowled.
"Hey, you could have turned me in."
Brandy threw her pillow at her. Mandy did the same, adding several
stuffed animals.
"What happened to you the other day?" Sean asked, when Mandy
walked into the studio two days later.
"I got suspended for a day."
"Really? What for?"
"Oh. For nothing. My sister did something and he didn't know
which of us it was so he suspended us all."
"Bummer. Why didn't you tell him you didn't do anything?"
"We all did. Only she was lying. Anyway, it was only a day.
Ready to paint again?"
"More than ready."
As before she posed for about twenty minutes, then took a
break. She was starting to quiver even as the break approached,
remembering what he had done during the break the last two times.
Sure enough, as she sat on the edge of the pedestal he came over
and sat beside her, talking about her sisters and her work, and as
before, with no words of warning his hand slid in between her legs
and started to fondle her groin.
This time though, he prolonged it, deliberately easing off
every time she approached orgasm, turning her into a sweating,
heaving, groaning mass of tortured nerve endings and spasming
muscles.
He sat on her right, his arm holding her hair from behind,
keeping her head up and back as he fondled her clitty and pumped
his fingers into her pussy with his other hand. Her cunt was white
hot, and now glistened with fuck honey.
The wood beneath her crotch was wet, and so were her thighs
and his fingers and knuckles.
He pumped his finger steadily inside her tight sheath, sliding
them against her clitty as he rubbed it with his thumb, working her
up towards another orgasm, then he eased off, leaving her hanging.
She sobbed and slumped back, chest heaving, nipples aching.
Then he did something different. He let go of her hair an
eased her back on the pedestal, then got up and went to his bag. He
returned as she lay quivering, her hands stroking her body, two
fingers pumping inside her sheath.
He knelt next to her and watched as she pumped her fingers
inside her crotch hole, her ass humping up against them, her hands
caressing her breasts and belly. His face was expressionless as heXXXXXX
watched, but grew careful and intent as she began to buck her hips
upwards harder and began to grunt and moan in passion.
Then she came, her legs spread wide, her ass bouncing, her
back arching as she fucked herself with her fingers and squeezed
her hard, swollen breasts.
Only when she had come down from her high did she realize that
he had moved his tripod stand up next to her and was painting
hurriedly. She regained some of her breath and groaned as she sat
up. He put down his paints and strode around to her.
"What... what are... you... doing?" she gasped.
He sat beside her and produced a foot long plastic tube with
a sharply rounded head. He pushed a button on one end and a low
buzzing came from it. She stared at it in surprise, then anxiety as
he brought it down between her thighs and placed the nose against
her slit.
"What? Sean! Sea... Sea... Seannnn?" she gasped, wriggling her
hips back. He held her steady, one hand behind her neck as he
rubbed the tube up and down her slit.
"Shhhhhhhhh," he said. "Just enjoy it."
She stared at him, then at the tube again. It was buzzing hard
against her pussy and setting her clitty sparkling in sympathy. She
sat still, staring, her worry that he'd intended to push it up into
her virgin hole easing as he simply held it against her cunt.
She had to admit that it felt very good... very, very good...
wonderfully good.
"Ooohhhhhh!" she gasped, her breathing growing harsher. He
continued to rub it up and down her shining wet slit, alternating
the pressure, but concentrating on her clitty.
"Oh, Seannnn! Oh! Oh! Why... why... oooohhhhhhhhhhh!" she
groaned, her legs splitting wider and her cunt rubbing back and
forth, humping against the plastic tube. Her hands fluttered
ineffectually as he lowered her to her back on the pedestal and
continued to slide the buzzing tube up and down her bald little
cleft.
Her ass ground against the pedestal and she kept humping
upwards, her ass bouncing and shaking. Her head thrashed from side
to side until he gripped her hair and held her head still. He sat
on the edge of the pedestal, carefully watching her face as he
worked the plastic tool up and down her cunt opening.
Then she cried out in ultimate release, her hands gripping his
wrist, jamming the thing harder against her slit as she rutted
desperately against it. Her eyes were wide and shone brightly as
her mouth gaped.
She writhed on the pedestal, her feet bouncing and thumping
against the side as she gurgled and moaned and whined in wondrous
release.
Sean left her the tube and hurried behind his tripod, taking
up his brush and painting quickly. Mandy continued to hold the joy
stick against her pussy, even as she slowly eased back to earth.
The rounded nose felt very good against her cunt, sending soothing,
warmth into her loins.
She rubbed it slowly up and down her slit as she moaned and
panted tiredly. Her loins re-ignited quickly and she felt the
buildup of sexual energy once more, this time much faster than
normal. She whimpered, rubbing the tube against her slit again.
She pressed harder, using the thing like she'd used her
fingers, grinding it into her pussy, slowly twisting and screwing
it against her cunt meat. The sharply rounded nose forced aside her
pussy lips and sank into her.
Slowly, the width of the tube increasing with each centimetre,
the tube pushed into her love-tunnel. She had no real awareness of
what she was doing as she ground and screwed it against herself,
but she pushed it deeper and deeper with the passing seconds,
easing off whenever the pain grew too great, then pushing back when
her excitement mounted higher.
She humped against it, glassy eyed, whimpering and moaning and
grunting as she fed more and more of it into her tight, hot slit.
And then, just as she came, she felt a sharp pain deep inside her
pussy. The tube gave a sudden lurch forward and pushed deeper into
her body.
She pumped it, rubbing it instinctively across her clit as she
writhed on the pedestal. her legs were splayed and both her hands
were pumping the thing up and down as she bounced and shook and
gargled in ecstasy. Her head jerked from side to side and then
bounced back against the hard wood.
Brandy and Sandy had to spend a second day at home together.
Neither was happy about that. Without Mandy to worry about they
snapped at each other a lot. They found it hard to get along at the
best of times, but now Mandy had just realized her perfect
attendance record was spoiled and Sandy had remembered her volley
ball team had a game that day and she was missing it.
By noon both were in a foul mood, not speaking to each other.
Sandy was wearing her blue team jersey and a pair of white shorts.
Brandy was wearing a loose, lounging outfit of green top and pants.
Sandy decided to do her laundry, which always bugged her.
"Where the hell are my black panties?" She demanded, as she
was putting her underwear away.
Brandy sniffed, not bothering to answer. Sandy rummaged through the
drawer again.
"My black lace bra is gone too."
"So what?"
"Well, where are they?"
"Why ask me?"
"Because you've always wanted ones like them and admired them
so much when I bought them last week."
"If I wanted to get a pair of slutty see-through underwear I
would buy them myself."
"You would not. You're too chicken to."
"Stop pestering me, child."
"Virgin," Sandy replied.
"Slut," Brandy sniffed from behind her book.
Sandy went over to Brandy's dresser and began opening drawers.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm checking to see if you stole them."
"Get out of my dresser!"
"Those things cost twenty dollars!"
"I don't give a shit. You owed me a pair."
"What?"
"I had to throw mine out to keep you out of jail. Remember?"
"You through out those cheap old nylon things."
"So?"
"So I don't owe you a brand new silk pair."
"You didn't have anything else that was new."
"Where are they, Brandy?" Sandy scowled.
"Find them," Brandy grinned, looking back at her book.
Sandy turned back to the dresser, then turned again, her eyes
narrowing. She stomped across the room to where Brandy lay on the
couch and suddenly grabbed the loose pants and jerked them down.
"Hey!" Brandy yelled, dropping the book and grabbing her
pants.
"You bitch! You're wearing them!"
"You owed me a pair you slut!"
"Give them back!"
"Ha! They're mine now, slut!"
Sandy and she tugged at the pants but Sandy was stronger and
had better leverage. The loose pants came off in her hands and she
fell back on the floor, clutching them. Brandy jumped up and tried
to run around her but Sandy tackled her and forced her back on the
couch.
She made a feint at Brandy's top, shoving it upwards. When
Brandy grabbed it she quickly grabbed the panties and pulled back
hard, again falling back onto the floor with the panties in her
hands.
"You whore!" Brandy screamed. She jumped up and so did Sandy.
They grabbed each other's arms and wrestled briefly before Sandy
got a leg between Brandy's and tripped her.
As she was falling backwards Brandy's hands shot down to
cushion the fall. Sandy grabbed her and heaved, rolling her onto
her stomach. She dropped down with one knee pressing against the
small of Brandy's back, then gripped the top and pulled upwards.
Brandy howled and grabbed at the top and the two tugged back
and forth before Sandy got it off. Brandy tried to clutch her arms
together over her chest but Sandy sat on her back, grabbed her arms
and forced them up above her head.
Then she squatted over her, her knees coming down on either
side of Brandy's head, pinning her helplessly, while she unfastened
the bra and slipped it up along her arms and off.
"Ah haaa!" she crowed, triumphantly.
"Fuck whore, bitch, cunt, slut, twat!" Brandy shrieked.
"Stinking, stupid, brainless little fuck head!"
"Fuck you, brain!" Sandy snarled back. "You think you're so
fucking good because you never ben fucked? You want to fuck so bad
you can taste it! You just haven't got the guts!"
There was a full length mirror on the wall next to them. Sandy
scuttled around and as Brandy leapt upwards she leapt onto her
back, her arms going around her sister's arms and her hands sliding
back together behind the girl's head, pinning her in a half nelson,
her arms pulled up and her chest pushed out.
They were both on their knees on the floor, grunting and
straining and cursing each other. Sandy heaved Brandy to one side
so she was facing the mirror.
"Little virgin... ungh, are you?" she panted.
"How... many times... you jerked off... this... week...
Brandy?" she gasped.
"Fuck you!" Brandy snarled, struggling furiously.
"Look at this pretty little body," Sandy sneered. She gave a
sudden twist and pulled the other girl across her knees as she sat
back on her heels. Brandy rolled and tried to get away but Sandy
pulled both her hands quickly down and held them together a the
small of her back.
Brandy kicked and jerked and thrashed, but she had no leverage
to do anything forceful. Sandy had one arm around her waist and the
other pinning her wrists together. She freed the one on Brandy's
waist briefly and slapped it down hard on the other girl's upturned
buttocks.
Brandy yowled and struggled harder.
"Take back me being a slut!" Sandy demanded.
"Slut! Whore! Prostitute!"
Sandy hissed in outrage. "You cunt!" she snarled. "You know I've
never fucked anyone but Mark and Peter!"
"How much do you charge them?" Brandy sneered, trying still to
wiggle loose. Sandy slapped her ass again, making her cry out in
pain.
"Take that back!"
"No!"
Sandy slapped her hand down against Brandy's ass cheeks again
and again. The loud CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! rang through the room as
she spanked her bare ass with all her power. Brandy yelped and
cried out at each blow, thrashing and wriggling as her ass cheeks
turned pink, then red.
"Take... it... back!" she panted.
"Noooo!"
Sandy spanked her red ass again and again, until Brandy's
cries gave way to low grunts at each impact. She was exhausted from
the struggle and her ass was burning hot.
Sandy was still mad though. She continued to spank her
sister's ass even as her body struggled less and became limp across
her thighs. As Brandy's legs slipped apart she saw her bald little
cunt mound appear from between them and almost was tempted to spank
it, knowing that would hurt more.
But she did, after all, love her sister, and didn't really
want to hurt her. Instead she slid her hand between Brandy's thighs
and cupped her cunt firmly, squeezing it in her hand.
"You think... you're so much better... than me, Brandy?" she
panted. "I know how... hot this gets," she gasped. "I know... you
pump... your fingers... just like me."
She began squeezing, then rubbing Brandy's cunt mound. Her
middle finger pressed deep into the cleft as she rubbed her hand up
and down Brandy's cunt mound. The bald little pussy was soft and
pulpy and felt hot and wet in her grip as she sawed her middle
finger up and down the cleft.
"Your pussy... is just as hot... as mine," she gritted,
rubbing furiously at Brandy's clitty. Brandy moaned and whimpered,
her body trying to pull free again. Sandy held her easily, rubbing
her fingers over the pulpy cunt meet and squeezing her clitty.
She stiffened her middle finger then and slowly screwed it
down into Brandy's pussy as the other girl jerked and twisted
hopelessly.
"You want a cock just like me. You're just as hot as I am. You
just don't have the guts to do it." she hissed, biting off each
word.
She drove her finger fully into Brandy's cunt and then eased
a second inside, then a third, pumping them in and out as she
ground her thumb down against Brandy's clitty. Brandy's whole body
was hot and glistening with heat, but her insides were warmer
still.
"You're wet inside," Sandy sneered, pumping harder as she
noticed Brandy's ass wiggling from side to side.
"N... n... noooooo," Brandy sniffled. "Am... not."
"Ha!"
Sandy ran her hand over Brandy's soft, red round ass cheeks,
then slid it flat along the crease and right down between her legs
and over her pussy, squeezing it, then pushing two fingers back
inside. She pumped them steadily, flicking her thumb over the clit,
rasping the fingers against it as she pumped.
She pulled her hands out then, letting go of her sister. She
pulled a nearby footstool over and heaved Brandy up across it,
belly down. Before the dazed girl could respond, Sandy was between
her legs, jerking her thighs wide as she pressed her face into
Brandy's crotch.
She pried her cunt lips open and pushed hero tongue into
Brandy's snatch, slurping on her cunt honey and wriggling her
tongue deep into the virgin cunt box.
Brandy gasped and jerked but didn't try to pull away as
Sandy's tongue worked up and down her slit. Sandy slid two fingers
back inside her hole and pumped them as she sucked Brandy's clitty
into her mouth and munched on it.
"Uuuuuuunnnnnnnnnggggghhhhhhhh!" Brandy groaned.
"Yeah," Sandy grinned fiercely, opening her mouth wide as she
could and mashing it against Brandy's cunt meat, sucking, chewing,
rubbing her lips and teeth against the pink and white flesh, then
closing her lips tightly and pushing her mouth hard into Brandy's
cunt meat, her tongue pushing out into the girl's hole.
Brandy whimpered and shook, her ass wagging from side to side and
humping back at Sandy's face.
Sandy munched and suckled at Brandy's cunt patch, her tongue
sliding up and down, her lips rubbing from side to side, her teeth
nipping, gnawing. She peeled her cunt wide and pressed her lips
tight against the fuck hole, then blew as hard as she could, then
she sucked as hard as she could.
She cupped Brandy's cunt mound in her hand and squeezed hard,
rubbing her hand up and down to twist the fuck meat. She sucked
Brandy's clitty into her mouth and then bit down on it with her
teeth, grinding them slowly from side to side over the sensitive
little cunt button.
And Brandy... went insane.
Her whimpers grew to sobs, then to great heaving gasps and
pants and groans, then to cries of pleasure and delight and shock.
She ground her ass back against Sandy's face with more and more
passion and force, her knees sliding apart on the carpet of their
own accord to open her crotch up more.
She bucked back, fucking her cunt back onto Sandy's tongue and
mouth. She rubbed her hard swollen breasts back and forth on the
footstool, whining in heat as the rough fabric ground against her
sharp, pointed little nipples.
Her mouth gaped, her eyes alternately shut tight or blinked
wide, wide open. Her breathing was ragged and loud, becoming a
hoarse gasping groan at regular intervals.
She came, bucking and bouncing and crying out as her cum tore
through her and blasted her senses apart. She shook and trembled
and trashed madly, her ass bucking like a horse in a rodeo.
Sandy's hands held tightly to Brandy's thighs as her lips
locked vacuum tight against her drooling wet fuck-pad. She sucked
and chewed and rubbed her lips as the girl bounced and writhed and
then went limp.
She kept licking and sucking as Brandy began to tremble again,
the trembling getting rougher and more violent, and she kept
licking as Brandy came again, and then again, and then again,
gnawing on her clit as she pumped three fingers and her thumb deep
into her snatch.
And then finally she relented. Like Brandy, she was soaked
with sweat, only hers had dampened her clothes. She peeled them off
quickly, then knelt behind Brandy and hugged the shivering girl
tightly, kissing her on the neck, and then on the cheek.
She pulled her off the foot stool. She had to pry Brandy's
white knuckles off the edge of the stool, and then pull her back
onto the rug where she sat leaning on Sandy, limp, wet, exhausted,
her hair a bedraggled mess, some plastered to her face and cheeks.
Sandy pushed it aside and kissed her again on the cheek, then
on the forehead, hugging her and rocking her as Brandy slowly
regained some control over her senses.
Then she helped the weary girl to her feet and the two
staggered across the room to the bathroom. Sandy ran a hot bubble
bath and the two of them sank in side by side, arm in arm.
Mandy was a little surprised and very pleased when she got
home and found her sister's not yelling at each other.
Brandy was lying on her bed reading and Sandy was on the couch
doing the same. Both seemed to be in good humour, another surprise,
and she told them all about her day, leaving out her posing and
masturbating session.
Sandy hadn't told Brandy about her and Mandy yet. Brandy was
already having a little trouble coping with the two of them and
their sudden sexual interlude. She wanted her to get used to that
idea before springing the information about herself and Mandy.
So Mandy was puzzled and pleased at how well they got along
all that evening. Sandy didn't enlighten her at all until the next
morning when she whispered that she wanted to go into the shower
with Brandy instead of her. Sandy was delighted, even though it
meant she and Sandy wouldn't get to rub pussies. She was happy that
Sandy was going to try and include Brandy in their fun and games.
As usual, Brandy went into the shower first. But this morning
Sandy got up only a minute after hearing the shower go on and went
in after her, winking at Mandy as she went. She opened the door
without knocking and then closed it, then padded to the shower door
and slowly eased it open.
Brandy was standing in the corner, her eyes closed, her hands
in her groin rubbing up and down. Her arms were mashing her breasts
together from the side and she was groaning low in her throat as
she rubbed her soapy pussy.
Sandy smiled wickedly, then closed the door and moved up right
beside her sister. Brandy gasped and opened her eyes as she felt
another hand placed over her own. She stared at Sandy, who smiled
back.
Then slid her hand beneath Brandy's and rubbed her soapy, bald
little cunt, sliding her other hand behind Brandy's head and
pulling her forward. They kissed, hesitantly at first, then with
white hot passion. Brandy's arms went around her and crushed her to
her breast as she mashed her mouth against Sandy.
Sandy was taken aback by the force of her sister's lust. She'd
expected to have to persuade her to do anything and had been
prepared to be kicked out of the shower. Instead Brandy was all
over her. She felt herself pushed back against the opposite wall,
Brandy's breasts mashing against hers as she pulled her tight.
They kissed, the kiss hard and desperate, their tongues
whipping together, their lips moving and crushing her own, her
hands kneading her ass flesh and squeezing her breasts. The water
poured down around them as the two wet young teenagers staggered
from side to side, stroking, squeezing, kneading, rubbing and
fondling each other, grunting and moaning and whimpering in
pleasure as they stoked the fires in each other's loins.
To Sandy's surprise, Brandy became the aggressor, ramming her
back against the wall so hard she lost her balance and slid down to
her knees on the shower floor. Brandy came down with her, twisting
so they both went down on their sides.
Brandy gnawed and sucked at her nipple as Sandy gulped and
gasped and groaned in pleasure. Brandy was grinding her fingers
down hard on Sandy's clitty, rolling and squeezing it as she thrust
two fingers into Sandy's cunt tunnel.
Then her lips were crushing Sandy's again, her tongue pushing
deep as one hand pumped three fingers into her snatch and ground
her clitty down with her thumb, while the other hand mashed and
mauled her swollen breasts.
Sandy groaned low in her throat, one of her hands stroking
Brandy's ass flesh, the other flat on the floor, pinned beneath her
own body. She kissed Brandy and whimpered as her body hummed with
sexual electricity like a high tension wire.
And then Mandy was there, kneeling on the floor beside them,
pressing her lips against her sister's as the two way kiss turned
into a three way. Brandy stared at Sandy in astonishment at first,
but very quickly accepted her.
Sandy crawled around and began licking Brandy's cunt as Brandy
finger fucked Sandy. Brandy groaned and began to hump back against
her as Mandy rubbed her clitty and sucked her cunt flesh.
Then she and Mandy pulled Brandy over onto her back. Mandy
knelt between her legs, licking and slurping at her pussy, while
Sandy squatted over her face, kneading and stroking her titties.
Brandy squeezed her ass and began slurping at her own cunt, sliding
her tongue up and down the slit just as Sandy had done to her the
other day.
Then Sandy toppled over onto her side. Brandy kept her face
pressed to her crotch, licking and sucking as Sandy grabbed Mandy's
body and dragged her ass over. All three were soon on their sides,
legs wide as they sucked each other.
Sandy licked a shaking Mandy, who sucked a trembling Brandy,
who tongued a shuddering Sandy. All three squeezed and rubbed the
ass of the girl she was licking, running her hands up her body to
fondle her breasts.
They sucked for long, long minutes, first one girl cumming,
then another, then another, repeated several times. Only after
their tongues and jaws were so sore they could hardly move them did
they ease up on their pussy lapping.
Then they soaped each other up, massaging each other's flesh,
taking delight in the softness and sleekness and warmth and beauty
of each other's bodies. They rubbed their soapy bodies together,
kissing and fondling each other as they stood together in the
center of the shower stall.
And then finally the came out of the shower stall, dried each
other, and went back to their bedroom, where they lay arm in arm,
kissing and stroking each other for long minutes while Brandy
confessed about what she had been doing in the library with her
english teacher.
"That was one of the reasons I was mad at you," she confessed
to Sandy, "because it could have been me that got caught and I was
practically shaking with the idea."
"But it was worth it, wasn't it?"
"Ohhhhh yeeesssss," she groaned with a smile. Sandy laughed.
"Nobody ever fucked me," Mandy sighed.
"I'll have Mark fuck you if you like," Sandy said.
"Would you?"
"He deserves a reward for keeping his mouth shut."
"I like Mark."
"Just remember who he belongs to. You find your own boyfriend
after he pops your cherry."
Mandy didn't tell her that she'd already popped her cherry with
the... the... vibrator, was what it was called.
Mandy was to come to know the vibrator much better. She went
back to pose for Sean that day and right away, what he wanted was
not for her to stand up but sit down. He placed the base of the
vibrator on the edge of the pedestal and motioned her over.
"Sit down," he said.
She stared at the vibrator, then at him. He smiled thinly, then he
gripped her pussy in a tight grip as he held her by the upper arm.
She wriggled but he held her too tightly to pull away as he
began to squeeze and finger her pussy. He shifted his other hand to
her hair, pulling it back, forcing her head back as he rubbed her
pussy and forced h is fingers up into her.
She didn't like the way he was treating her now, and didn't
understand it, but her cunt liked it a lot and wouldn't let he
disobey. Almost as soon as he touched it her cunt began to steam
and bubble with heat and soon her legs were all rubbery and she was
moaning and whimpering in helpless sexual need.
Then he pushed her back against the pedestal and bent her
back, forcing her ass down onto the vibrator. She groaned as she
tried to let herself down onto it easily. She groaned as it pushed
into her cunt and then her greasy cunt sheath slid down around it.
And then she was sitting flat on the pedestal, her eyes wide,
her back straight, her mouth opening as she sat stiffly, the
vibrator way up inside her, afraid to breath for the cramps and
pains inside her gut from the deep penetration of the plastic tool.
Sean returned to his painting, moving quickly as he watched
her. Slowly she began to move, to shiver and tremble, then shudder,
her body twitching and jerking. Then she threw back her head and
cried out in ecstasy as she came.
Her body began to grind down on the pedestal, to rub back and
forth as she began to fondle her breasts and pinch her nipples. She
forgot about Sean and the painting as she began to hump and bounce
her ass up and down on the pedestal, her body convulsing through
repeated orgasms as the thing chewed up her insides.
She pulled her feet up onto the pedestal, then squatted there,
rising and falling over the vibrator, fucking herself on it like it
was a cock, groaning with strain as she forced her body up and
down, up and down, her cunt sliding up and down the length of the
now greasy fuck tool.
In truth she was miserable about the posing. She felt used and
embarrassed and vowed each time not to go back, or when she went
back not to submit to his wishes, but always she went back and
always he forced her body to submit to her own lust and then let
the vibrator to the rest.
Sometimes he would excite her with the vibrator and then take
it away, once giving her a banana to fuck herself with instead, and
another time giving her a cucumber, long and so thick she could
barely fit it into her hot snatch.
He never forced her really. If she had fought him, struck him,
not come back, she didn't think he would do anything. But once he
got his hand on her naked pussy, once he got ahold of her and
started fingering her bald crotch... she was lost.
Never once did he try to fuck her, nor even to kiss her. As
she had guessed, he was a homosexual and completely uninterested in
her body, except as a subject for his painting.
And finally the painting was finished. He wouldn't let her see
it until he had framed it and placed it under a light, then he
stood back proudly and let her look. Her eyes bugged out as she
stared at it. It was indeed abstract, but not like she'd thought it
would be.
It was her, completely realistic, completely visible right
down to her bald little snatch. She was... sitting on a big banana,
her legs kicking wildly, her back arched, her hands outstretched
and a look of indescribable ecstasy on her face as she obviously
climaxed.
She was supposed to be outdoors and in the middle of a big
field of gigantic yellow bananas, all of them waist high and
thicker than her torso. There was a tree on her right and big green
cucumbers protruded from it in all directions. One of them was
pointing straight at her mouth, only a few inches away, so it
looked like she was about to swallow it.
The frame already had a little title plaque, she saw, it said
HARLOT"S RIDE. She stared at it, at her ecstatic face, her round
breasts and hard nipples, her bared crotch and the banana she was
sitting on. She couldn't believe it.
"What the hell is this?" She cried.
He looked disappointed. "You don't like it?"
"You said it would be abstract!"
"It is."
"I mean... I didn't think people would be able to recognize
me!!"
"Oh, you thought it would be a bunch of squiggly lines, or
something like Picasso? NO, no, this is it."
"But... but... you can't show that to anyone!!"
"It's going to be my entry in the city wide competition for
under twenty-ones at the City Gallery next week."
"What? You can't do that. Everyone will see me naked!"
"Really, Mandy," he frowned, "I didn't think you would act so
dreary. This is an artistic statement about the wantonness and
depravity of woman."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"It's a play on the garden of Eden, can't you see that? See
all the snakes?"
She hadn't noticed, but now that she did she saw one sliding out of
the banana, like it was an apple, and it was curled up towards her
crotch.
"It looks like I'm being fucked by a banana!!"
"This isn't you, Mandy. It's a representation of all of
womanhood and their unnatural lusts."
"You filthy, perverted little weasel! You're the one who gave
me the banana and the cucumber and the vibrator!"
"So?"
"But... but... but... "
"I didn't force you to do anything, Mandy. I fondled you to
climax so I could study your face as you came. You could have
stopped me. But don't you see? That's exactly what I'm talking
about. You, as a woman, were totally controlled by your genitals.
You shed all dignity and pride to masturbate and thus satisfy your
female cravings."
She stared at him in stunned amazement. Then she looked at the
painting again.
"I want that painting," she glared.
"Forget it. I put in too much work on it to let you hide it
away because you're shy."
"I don't want to hide it away. I want to burn it!"
He looked at her, horrified.
"All I can say, Mandy Thompson, is you are no artist," he
sniffed, taking his painting and stalking off.
"Oooohhhhh Noooooo!" she groaned, watching him leave.
Mandy was in a quandary as she wandered through the halls. She
knew how outraged her sisters would be if that painting became
common knowledge. It didn't matter much that it was her and not
them pictured, after all, it looked exactly like them too.
On the other hand she knew they thought her something of a
half-wit. They tended to treat her like a child, which wasn't
always bad, but didn't need any reinforcement just now. She hated
to be yelled at, especially by Brandy or Sandy, and both were
likely to do so, in stereo, when they found out what she'd done.
Then there was the problem of what Sandy would do, especially
if she found out just how Sean had achieved that oh so accurate
picture of her in the midst of an orgasm. She'd problem beat him
up, which would get her into trouble, and likely expelled. Mandy
hated violence, even against someone like Sean, and certainly
didn't want to get Sandy expelled.
But she had no idea what to do! She'd already told Sean she
wanted the picture and that he shouldn't display it, and he'd said
no. What else could she do? Brandy would know something to do.
Brandy always knew what to do.
She could go and see Mister Spencer! He was their arts
teacher. He was a sensitive man and would see right away that
Sean's picture was not only offensive to women but would cause deep
trouble for her. Sean was his favorite student, of course, but that
wouldn't matter. He was a teacher and that meant he simply had to
be fair.
She hurried to his office, knocking urgently, rather than with
the soft, hesitant tap she normally used.
"Yes?" she heard.
"It's me, Mandy Thompson," she called, "Can I come in, Mister
Spencer?"
He opened the door and pulled it back, motioning her inside.
His office was small and crowded with books, papers, and projects
from students, but then most teachers didn't even have an office.
He was head of the arts department though.
"Sit down, Mandy. What can I do for you?"
She sat down and began to explain everything that had happened,
leaving out how Sean masturbated her and how she used the vibrator
and other things on herself, leaving out her shaved pussy as well.
"Hmmmm, as I understand it you agreed to pose for him."
"But I thought it would be abstract... more abstract, I mean."
"Mandy, you should know better than that. Abstract is anything
the artist terms it. Not everything abstract is totally opaque,
some conceptual work is only a slight distortion of reality. In the
case of the painting you've described it is a mix of reality and
imagination. Certainly giant bananas can't be termed anything but
abstract."
"Weeeeelllll," she squirmed unhappily.
"I haven't seen it yet, of course, but Sean has kept me
informed to some extent on the progress of the work."
"He has?"
"Well, of course. After all, I sponsored him to the gallery
contest," he said proudly.
"Ohhh." She wondered just how much Sean had told him.
"Frankly, I don't think you have anything to be embarrassed
about. Any artist will recognize that it is merely an artist's
interpretation and statement about his vision of reality."
"But... but... they'll see me naked!" she protested.
"There's nothing intrinsically faultworthy in the naked human
body, Mandy," he sighed, as though disappointed in her. "And
certainly, even by this society's stringent concepts of
attractiveness you have little to fear. You are quite a attractive
young woman."
"But my sisters will be furious."
"Why should it involve them?"
"Well it's their body too. I mean, it isn't, but it is. I
mean, people will think it is, which it is, if you get my meaning."
He sighed wearily.
"What exactly was the pose? Describe it."
"Well it was sort of, with my arms up and my head back and
this leg out sort of, and my knee bent, and then this one back and
to one side and... "
"Wait." He held up his hand. "Show me the pose."
She stood up and tried to pose as she had but she was wearing a
dress with a tube skirt and she couldn't open her legs enough.
"Uhm, I can't in this."
"Then remove it. Unless it's simple nudity you're embarrassed
about."
"Well, uh, no, not really."
"Well then?"
She swallowed nervously, but she'd done it with Sean, so...
She unzipped the back of her dress and let it slip down around
her ankles. She wasn't wearing any underwear because she had come
right from posing and had been so upset at seeing the painting
she'd forgotten to put hers on. She reddened as he looked at her,
but then he motioned with his hands for he to go ahead.
She assumed the pose she had done for Sean.
"Was that the way you appeared in the painting?"
"No."
"How did you appear in the painting?"
"Well, I was sort of sitting on a banana, only it was really
big."
"Like a stool?"
A high one."
"Turn that chair around and straddle the side of the back."
"Oh. Okay."
She turned the heavy chair to one side and slid her ass back onto
the back of it, spreading her legs as she perched on the edge,
raising her hands and arching her back.
"Wait a minute," he said. He got up and pulled what looked
like a lunch box out from beneath his desk.
"This is very fortuitous," he murmured. He opened the box and
brought out a banana, then leaned forward and placed the end
against her bared slit.
"Hold that in place... Oh, you can't can you if you're to keep
your arms posed like that." He got up and stood beside her as she
swallowed uneasily, then he pressed the banana against her slit and
held it there as she held her pose.
"And your expression?'
Was this really necessary, she thought. But then he was the
teacher. She tried to form her face into an expression of bliss.
That was embarrassing too. She hadn't posed like that, after all.
Sean had painted her as she was in orgasm.
She felt a little tingle in her loins. She was straddling the
chair back and it was pressing up tight against her ass and cunt
mound. And was the banana moving against her. No, he was holding it
still. She must be moving. No, he was moving it, just a little.
"Hmmmmmm," he said. "It's hard to evaluate. Maybe you'll do
better if I do this like Sean did. Her eyes opened wide at those
words. So Sean HAD told him!
Then fingers began rubbing against her slit, rubbing up and
down over her clitty. She gasped and brought her arms down and her
head forward. He was standing right beside her and before she could
do anything to move away his left arm slid around her.
He was a large man, though thin, and his arm almost completely
encircled her, pinning her left arm to her side. Her right arm was
pinned between his side and her other side and he held her firmly
in place as he rubbed the fingers of his right hand up and down her
slit.
She moaned weakly, her cunt hissing and sparkling with sexual
desire, desire that increased with each passing second. She jerked
several times, trying to pull away, but he didn't even have to hold
her hard to keep her where she was.
And then she moaned and let her head fall back as a muscle
spasm in her groin made her body go rubbery for a moment. He
twisted a finger up inside her pussy and pumped it in and out as
she rubbed and squeezed her clitty, and she melted against him,
trembling and shaking, her head moving in fits and starts, the
slowly falling back as she groaned long and low.
She felt her vaginal lips spreading and with massive effort
brought her head forward and looked down to see the banana half
buried in her quim. She watched dazedly as Spencer pushed it in
right to the oppose tip he was holding.
She felt full, bulging inside. She whimpered as he let go of
the banana and began rubbing her clitty with his fingers again. Her
body was racked with convulsions that sent her jerking backwards,
further along the back of the chair.
Her legs left the floor, twitching and shaking and jerking and
bouncing against the sides of the chair as she leaned back and
screwed her ass down onto the back of the chair, griding her cunt
pad across the soft leather as her body blasted into orgasmic
release.
Her upper body twisted and gyrated like a go-go dancer as her
legs slapped and bounced against the chair and her head lolled
backwards. Then Spencer gripped her by the upper arms and jerked
her forward off the chair, pushing her belly against the side of
his desk and bending her over it.
She groaned anew as her breasts were crushed against the hard
wood. She felt his hands stroking her buttocks, and as she started
to come down from her sexual high, his hands slid to her thighs and
pulled them wide apart.
Then she felt his tongue at her crotch. He licked his tongue
up and down her slit, twirling it against her clitty as he pried
the banana out of her spasming box.She grunted as she felt the
banana sliding out of her, then groaned as he thrust it back in.
He pumped the banana in and out several times as he licked at
her clitty and slit, then pushed it far inside, until the tip was
just between her cunt lips. His hands slid up and down her thighs
as he slurped and sucked on her half open box, then they slid
upwards onto her soft round ass cheeks and began to caress them
with hungry delight.
She groaned again and again, feeling the pressure and heat
build up in her groin again. Her eyes focused and unfocused as her
mind reeled. The air puffed out between her clenched teeth as she
began to jerk and bounce against the table.
Then he slowly eased the banana out of her slit and stood up.
She heard the sound of a zipper going down, then felt something
exquisitely soft against her slit. She blinked and panted and
stared at the wall the desk was pressed against.
She felt that soft thing pressing into her, piercing her cunt
lips and moving into her body. She knew what it was and there was
a strange sense of both loss and gratification that a male cock was
finally going into her virgin sheath.
It felt very different than the banana, or the vibrator or the
cucumber had. It felt much nicer, muuuuuuch nicer. She inhaled, the
sound loud and harsh as the air rushed down her throat, then her
body shuddered as she felt his cock knob mash up against her
cervix.
"Ohhhhhh! Oh Myyyy!" she groaned, her eyes wide, then they
slowly closed to narrow slits... until he slid his cock back down
he pussy tunnel and then thrust forward hard. At that her eyes
opened wide and her back arched as she let out a cry of pleasure.
She forgot about the painting, forgot about her embarrassment,
forgot about her sisters. She had a cock inside her, a cock FUCKing
her, and that was all that mattered right then. She pushed herself
upwards off the desk top, wanting to see behind her, to see the
penis pushing into her vagina.
She turned her head to look and saw his cock shaft, or some of
it anyway, as it slid back out from between her ass cheeks. Then
his lips were pressing against her mouth, his left hand griping her
hair in a painfully tight hold and twisting her head over to the
right so he could mash his lips against her.
His right hand slid around her and squeezed her breasts,
twisting and pinching her nipples, and mashing his fingers deep
into the malleable tit meat, distorting their perfect roundness.
Then his hand slid down her belly and in between her legs, his
fingertips sliding between her gaping cunt lips and pressing down
hard against her clitty, forcing it down against his cock as it
slid back and forth between her cunt lips.
She whined and groaned, panting and gasping for breath as her
overheated body boiled and churned with sexual bliss. She came
again, instinctively humping her ass back against Spencer as she
mewled in mindless delight. A bright white flared before her eyes,
blinding her, sealing her in her own world with the frantic
blasting sensations of ecstasy rippling up and down her nervous
system.
She almost fell forward hard into the desk but Spencer gripped
her around the belly. She lolled almost lifelessly, her head
falling forward, her eyes dull, jaw slack. He held her against him,
then pulled his cock out of her slit.
Holding her steady, he pressed the head of his cock against
her asshole. She didn't realize it at first, nor hear his murmured
comments about lack of birth control. She felt a sharp little
stabbing pain in her ass, but her mind was barely aware of anything
at that moment.
Then when she did resume some awareness she felt his cock
pushing deep into her rectum. Her eyes opened in shock. This was
not something she'd ever even thought about doing. She'd only even
heard of it the other week when Sandy had brought it up to
embarrass their parents.
Now she could feel his thick organ up in her guts, causing
cramping pains as the head lodged against the very end of her ass
tube.
She groaned in pain, shaking her head to try and clear it.
Spencer's hips were pressing her into the side of the desk and his
arms were around her under her arms. She could do nothing, had no
energy to do anything, as he slowly pumped his hips forward and
drew them back, sliding his hard cock up and down her anal tube.
She whimpered in confusion and unhappiness, not liking the
feel of his big cock in her rectum. But then one of his hands slid
down between her legs again and began fingering her clitty. The
pain dissolved in the steamy buffeting howl of pleasure that tore
through her.
She groaned and let her head loll back against his chest as he
pumped harder into her. His fingers squeezing and twisting and
pulling at her clitty as he thrust deeply into her rectum. She
shivered and jerked and grunted, her hips bruised as the banged
repeatedly into the side of the desk.
Her ass felt hot and raw as his cock pistoned up and down
inside it, and yet her body rippled with sexual bliss.
Then he thrust hard into her, harder than before, his hips
smashing into her ass cheeks, his cock spearing up into her bowels.
The hand around her chest jerked back hard, arching her back
against him as his cock spewed out a hot, heavy load of sperm,
pumping thick, creamy wads up into her guts.
She came, her mouth opening in a soundless howl of anguished
pleasure as fire ripped up and down her body. She heaved and shook
and writhed in his grasp, her hips grinding against the side of the
desk as her asshole swallowed all his cum and tried to suck his
cock in deeper still.
Then he let her down onto the desk as he staggered back to
fall into his chair. His cock slipped out of her asshole with a
sharp slurping pop and she lay near unconsciously across his desk,
trying to bring together the scattered parts of her mind.
Mandy tearfully confessed all to her sisters that night. As
she'd expected, they were furious. They didn't curse at her
thought, nor even yell at her... much. They saved most of their
anger for Sean and Mister Spencer. This confused her to a degree
since she thought she was really to blame.
She didn't even really mind what Mister Spencer had done. It
had felt so wonderful, after all. She got shivers just thinking
about how fantastic it had been.
Sandy was all for taking a butcher knife and cutting off
Sean's and Mister Spencer's cocks. Brandy slowly talked her out of
it, and the two developed a plan both to get even and to get back
the painting.
"Hello, Mister Spencer, It's meee," the musical voice called.
Spencer shook his head a little and gave a snort of condescending
amusement. He pushed back his chair and opened the door to find
Mandy standing there, wearing a sweet looking little dress.
"Mandy, my dear. Come in," he smiled.
She shook her head, smiling back. She turned to look both ways,
then turned back to him.
"Wanna have some fun again?" she said, almost whispering.
"Well, now, I'm a little busy, but I can always make time for
one of my favorite students."
"Let's go to the studio. There's more room."
He shrugged and smiled down at her as he came out of his office and
accompanied her down the hall to the studio. He unlocked it and led
her inside, flicking on the light. It didn't come on. He grumbled
and looked around. There was light coming from somewhere.
"We don't need light, Mister Spencer," Mandy said, her small
hand folding around his crotch and squeezing it. He grinned and
slid his hand up under her skirt, squeezing her ass. He pulled her
against him and kissed her deeply, his tongue pushing into her
mouth. She pulled back after a moment, giggling a little.
She stepped back and she could see the light was coming
through the partly closed curtains. She reached down to the hem of
her short dress and gripped the hem cross handed, lifting the dress
up and off in a single fluid motion. She was naked, but for high
heels. She turned and waved her bottom at him, grinning.
His hands quickly undid his pants and pulled them down,
together with his underwear. He stepped out of them, then
unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off as well. He walked forward
in just his shoes as Mandy continued to wave her ass saucily at
him.
She shuffled forward and he followed, blinking his eyes in the
dim light. Suddenly there was a cry of pain from his right. Just
then Mandy turned and brought her knee up into his crotch. He cried
out and doubled over as she shoved him to the right, hard. He
stumbled and fell across someone on the floor.
Then the lights sprang on. He saw that he was lying on top of
Sean, who was also naked. They both groaned as they tried to cup
their balls with one hand and push away from each other with the
other. Mandy stood back snapping pictures and laughing.
No, that wasn't Mandy. It couldn't be. And there were two of
them. The one snapping pictures was wearing a pants suit. The naked
Mandy was putting on her dress and sneering at the two naked males
on the floor.
"This will look outstanding on the front of the school paper,
Mister Spencer," the clothed Mandy said, in a deadly voice.
"Yeah, you two fags will be real popular with the principal,
not to mention your wife, Spencer, you dumb fuck."
"B... Brandy!" Spencer gasped, still cupping his balls as he
tried to rise. Sean looked around wildly. "Josh?" he called.
Josh Taylor came out of the shadows, donning his shirt and
grinning down at the beleaguered boy.
"Brandy is a good friend of mine, Sean," he sighed, "And I
never liked you anyway. Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I have to
like ALL assholes."
"Okay you two fuck heads," one of the fake Mandy's said.
"We want the painting, or else both of you are dead meat."
"Noooo," Sean groaned, his lip quivering.
"Give them the painting you stupid fucker!" Spencer growled.
"But I worked so hard," Sean wailed.
Spencer finally let go of his balls and grabbed his pants. Then
yelped as he felt a hard foot in his rear that sent him thumping
into the wall. He fell down again, looking up fearfully at one of
the fake Mandys.
"Sandy," he said, with certainty.
"Right, asshole. Now where's the painting."
"Where is it?" He gritted at Sean.
"I locked it in one of the cabinets."
"Get it."
Sean got up warily, still holding his crotch as he shuffled across
the room to one of the wall cabinets, spun the dial and unlocked
it. He brought out the painting and carried it back to the group
waiting by the wall.
"All women are whores," he said sulkily, as Sandy took the
painting from him. She examined it briefly and then brought it down
across his head. His head and torso tore through the canvas and he
fell to the floor, his arms pinned by the frame.
"Oh, and Mister Spencer," Brandy said, "Mandy and I don't want
to be in any of your classes any more. So you'll resign from the
school tomorrow morning."
"I will not!"
"You either resign or get fired. If you get fired for this,"
she held up her camera, "You'll never work again."
"Asshole," Sandy added. She tore the painting off Sean and
ripped the torn canvas free from the frame, scrunching it up
setting it on fire with a small lighter, then tossing it into a
nearby wastebasket.
"And as for you, you little prick," Sandy glared at Sean, who
crawled backwards away from her. "If you show up at school again
and I see you, I'm gonna cut off your dick and put it under the
wheel of the first bus I come to."
The two walked out of the room, with Josh following.
Mark knocked on the door, but it opened before his fist. He
pushed it open and walked in.
"Sandy?" he called. "Brandy? Mandy?" He knew their parents weren't
home because Sandy had told him. He walked further into the room,
closing the door behind him.
Then the lights came on. Sandy was standing by the light
switch, her beautiful face haloed by a shimmering mass of golden
hair. She wore a pink satin camisole with tiny straps and a little
pair of pink bikini panties. She looked hungrily at him and he felt
his cock give a lurch.
Then Sandy stepped out of the doorway to the kitchen. She had
her hair made identically to the first one, only she was wearing a
blue lace bra and G-string, a matching garter belt and bustier, and
high stockings with high heels. He gulped and felt his cock bulge
against his jeans.
Then Sandy stepped out of the doorway to the bathroom. Her
hair was the same as the other two, and she was wearing a red silk
teddy. His cock threatened to rip through his pants.
"I'm in heaven," he gasped, as the three sauntered towards
him. "If this is a dream, please God don't let me wake up now," he
groaned, as their hands slid onto his body.