I sat there admiring the show for several enjoyable minutes, then padded off to a shower, fresh shirt and slacks and a date with the Underwood. I was several pages behind, but it was easy to transfer the events of the past hour to paper, making my fictional characters perform the same delightful antics we had just enacted. I knocked off ten pages before I heard the shower and the girls' youthful giggling.
Kitty and Mary Lou prepared dinner, making me feel like a modern day sultan as they refused to permit me to do anything for myself. After the meal, I settled back in my favorite chair and scanned the evening paper while they did the dishes.
The telephone pulled me away from the sports page and I heard Lena's sultry voice demanding to know if I had taken her sister to bed yet. Her tone implied that she hoped the answer was affirmative, but I avoided it.
"Why don't you talk to her?" I suggested.
"Steve Grammer!" she blazed. "That girl needs screwing!"
I waved Mary Lou to take the phone and watched her face break into a mischievous smile as she listened. She gave me a broad wink.
"What am I supposed to do, sis?" she demanded. "I can't make him do it to me! I rubbed it all over him!"
The noise from the receiver was audible from four feet away and Mary Lou collapsed in laughter. Finally, she regained her voice.
"Sis," she told Lena, "your little sister has been fucked upside down and backward! You told me what he had, but it was better than anything I ever heard about!"
They went into a more serious conversation and Kitty came over to perch on the arm of my chair, pressing her right breast against my cheek.
"What are we gonna do about me?" she asked softly. "I get so hot I can't stand it. But I'm still afraid of letting you stick that big thing in me."
I patted her leg, letting my hand linger on the softness of her thigh. "Don't rush it," I whispered. "When you want it badly enough, you'll take it."
She parted her lips against mine, sliding down onto my lap and capturing the swell of my cock with those warm yielding buttocks. I dipped my hand inside her blouse and palmed a firm breast, squeezing the nipple into a quivering stiffness.
"Hey!" Mary Lou cried teasingly, planting hands on flaring hips and placing her feet wide apart. In the tight shorts, the position strained the cloth about her plump little cunt and my cock reared throbbingly against Kitty's tail.
"Lena's got everything all fixed up," she announced. "We can leave early tomorrow morning. She wants to know if you can drive me to Aston."
I reached for the phone and assured Lena of our cooperation. She had her movements well planned. Aston was fifty miles away and from there she and Mary Lou could travel without fear of the two-footed bloodhounds she suspected were already on the trail. We agreed on time and place and she added a final comment.
"I'm glad Mary Lou made it with you first, Steve. I've been afraid some son of a bitch would throw it to her and make her hate it from then on. It sounds crazy to say 'thanks for screwing my kid sister', but I'm gonna say it. Thanks, love."
"Would you hang up on me," I chuckled, "if I said it was a real pleasure?"
"See you in the morning, bastard!" she laughed.
I cradled the phone and Kitty squirmed suggestively in my lap. "How would you like to have a drink?" she asked.
Mary Lou prepared three potent mixtures and switched on the stereo. Kitty shot her an impish grin.
"That's what got me into trouble," she said. "I started doing an innocent little dance and this sexcrazed monster attacked me."
"Innocent, my ass!" I growled. "That was an invitation to rape."
"How would you like to see me dance?" Mary Lou demanded, giving her shoulders a little shake that set the big tits to shivering inside the insignificant halter.
"Why don't we both dance for him?" Kitty suggested.
There was a brief discussion which ended with the girls going into the bedroom to prepare themselves, while I stripped off my clothes and settled back on the couch with a freshened drink.
They had evidently planned the music in advance, for just as another record swished down the spindle of the stereo, they made their entrance and my cock began swelling with the first look.
They had found a couple of my knit sportshirts, one white and one black. The way the elastic material clung to those undulating curves told me there wasn't a thing beneath the shirts but young girl flesh.
The shirts clung to their wriggling hips and strained delightfully across the bobbing mounds of their luscious breasts, the nipples outlined in bold swellings. Even the dainty indentations of their cute navels were clearly visible.
The only pattern to their dance was shaped by desire, translated by the writhing bodies into movements which brought my prick into an elongated strut within seconds, the head rising to throb against my belly as I watched the erotic scene unfold.
Kitty settled into a pelvic gyration which resembled a hula, but contained more bumps, each one shoving that plump little cunt forward until it shaped the shirt into a distinct mound where the quivering, widespread thighs converged.
Mary Lou dedicated her talents to a more suggestive series of writhings that began at the ankles and ended with a savage shake of the voluptuous breasts.
For several minutes, they concentrated on working every muscle in individual contortions. Then, facing each other, they began pulling the clinging shirts upward, exposing the two delicious cunts, moving closer and arching their torsos backward. I watched with suddenly dry mouth as the dark hair and the blonde hair brushed in the slow, sensuous grinding of their mobile hips.
Then, the shirts came off and the two bodies locked, dark against light, nipples rubbing and bellies pressing. They kissed, their hands fluttering up and down the enticing curves, the rounded buttocks tensing with soaring passion. My own had already soared beyond measurement and the head of my cock was wet with oozing jism.
They approached me, hips swaying and narrow slits winking moistly from the silken triangles. Mary Lou dropped to her knees between my legs, forcing them apart, and Kitty knelt at my left, four warm hands reaching for my nine-inch prick.
Mary Lou leaned forward and I scooted down on the couch, giving her access to my big balls. Her warm breath bathed them and I gave a muted groan, begging for the touch of her tongue. She grinned up at me.
"Why don't you lie down on the rug?" she whispered. "We may not be experts, but I think we can give you a pretty good workout."
"Workout?" I asked stupidly. Kitty was giving the tip of my prick a series of little butterfly kisses and it was difficult to think straight.
"Around the world!" Mary Lou explained, flicking the tip of her tongue against my scrotum. "All the way around!"
Urged by their hands and arms, I slid down to the floor, lying back and spreading my legs in complete surrender to these two avid nymphettes.
"You start at the top," Mary Lou instructed Kitty. "We'll meet at the flagpole!"
Kneeling back of my head, Kitty began kissing my forehead, licking wetly at my closed eyelids and finally covering my lips with hers, boring her tongue deep into my willing mouth.
Mary Lou was licking between my toes, pausing when she reached the big one to draw it into her mouth and suck it with furious lashings of her hot tongue.
Kitty moved lower and her lips traveled down my neck, reaching for the tiny circles of my breasts. Her own inviting tits swung just above my face and I licked at the distended nipples, drawing one into my mouth for a delicious tonguing that made her groan with pleasure.
I was lost in a swirling mist of passion. My mouth devoured whatever portion of sweet flesh was available and my hips lurched in involuntary hunchings as Mary Lou reached the delicate surface of my inner thighs and Kitty's tongue circled my navel, dipping into it with wet probings.