The Sisters Double Up
(ff/m+, teen, size, best)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

The sisters loved to be home alone. Maybe that would seem strange for most young teen who would rather be gallivanting their siblings. But Dana and Dawn were different. They were comfortable with each other. They enjoyed each other. They actually liked each other. And they had much in common. Their attraction for each other was in no small part due to their well- to-do parents who were always away, usually at their respective offices making more money. For years they had had private schooling, nannies galore and all of the other niceties that comes to the upper crust. They had the requisite pets, a dane, a newly-acquired pointer, a nice home and secluded pool. They never lacked for anything.

For all of their silver spoons, Dana and Dawn were neat kids. Nicer ones you couldn't imagine, no presumptuousness, no smugness, nothing like that, just nice kids. Hard to believe, huh? Well, that's not all. Although they weren't the stunning, teen starlets, they were quite attractive nonetheless. They were similar, both sixteen-years old and standing about 5'0, nicely proportioned, with petite but athletic bodies. The single year between them didn't show, to Dana's chagrin. They both had sweet oval faces, framed by soft, lush brown hair flowing over their shoulders and cascading down their flawless, lightly tanned backs. Their intriguing young B-cup breasts would never turn the eye of the Madison Avenue-conditioned male trained to gravitate to the protruding mountains of silicone, but their appeal was beguiling due to their near perfect shape. The soft pink flesh gently, but irresistibly, rose from their slim chests to lusciously peak at the most adorable puffy areolae you could imagine. The wee nipples crowned the Grecian mons to perfection. 'Tis a pity that no mortal beyond their own hands had ever rejoiced in their caress.

But the Creator would be disappointed if the viewer stopped there, for His greatest works were yet to come. Tearing one's self away from the mounds of the youthful Venuses, one delights in following another immaculate trail over the most graceful curves imaginable. The rolling curves gently ebb at the waist, but carefully hasten outward again at the youthful hips. The flow so docile that one might be mesmerized into forgetting that Dana and Dawn were women, who could bedazzle any male, if given the opportunity. If the Creator had also given them the desire to attract the male of the species, all would be in chaos.

But, dear reader, don't lose our train of thought. We are not finished our wonderful tour. As we continue our luscious travail over the sensuous hips we pause only a moment to note that the soft curls of pubic hair enticing conceal what mere mortals could not even imagine, so we will bypass heaven for now. As delicious as our excursion has been the tantalizing and provocative rise of the twin-mons derriere command attention. Many plastic surgeons could triple their business if they could duplicate this magnificent sight before us. But the soft roundness without the slightest hint of flaw or blemish is irreproducible by Man. If designer clothes didn't hide these consummate domes from our sight Dana and Dawn would have been submerged in Italian hands.

As we unmercifully sever our sensual attachment to these heavenly hills we are greeted with two identical long, slender, shapely legs, consistently without imperfection. The lovely and delicate feet don't disappoint us, just sledgehammer our minds that we are at the end. We shiver in ecstacy imagining the first trembling hand to follow this last leg of our journey the other way!

But the tour we took is only in the imagination, as these two delights are just now awakening from a satisfying sleep, clad in filmy, expensive baby-dolls. This was one of the few mornings where they awoke together. They tried to do this often when their parents were going to leave the house early. As nice as the house was, it was big and sort of spooky when they were along. They had slept together less and less in recent times. Although they enjoyed the companionship of each other more than other siblings, they did have independent interests. As they lounged around in bed, they talked of various things and interspersed their ramblings with mutual hugs and sweet, sisterly kisses, something they had each missed. With no noticeable change, their embraces and kisses seemed to last longer and longer. For some reason, this morning, the very touch of each others faintly-clad bodies was exciting.

When they awakened this morning Dawn had commented that this felt like a special day, but she couldn't place her finger on exactly why she felt like that. Dana only felt excited, just as she did any rainy and dreary day.

It was Dana who first noticed, "You feel so warm and soft this morning, Dawn. And you smell so good. You didn't get some perfume, did you?"

"Hardly, but I was thinking the same thing. When I hold you, your body seems to radiate heat. When you trembled a few moments ago, it sent a delicious flutter up my spine. Do you suppose that was an orgasm?" she chuckled.

They were comfortable with each other. They had totally confided in each other early on, so they were very relaxed talking about this sort of stuff. Since they had commonly slept together they had even advanced to some pretty sensuous fondling of each other. Neither had ever experienced an orgasm, though. They had once mutually revealed that they wanted to, someday, but passion was not really foremost in their young minds.

"I don't think so, but maybe we should go with the flow."

"Now, what are you suggesting, Young Lady. Do you imagine me to be one of those brutes in Daddy's videos?" Dawn spoke in mock rebuke.

Once they had discovered a porn video that their father had rented. That struck them as odd, as he never seemed to have time for that sort of stuff at home, or at least that is what they had heard their mother tell a friend over the phone one day. But she had added that it was just as well, "I would rather work than screw, anyway," she had remarked.

Anyway, all the girls saw was huge-busted whorey-women benignly presenting themselves to a string of self-centered creeps with huge cocks.

Over the years the girls had gradually learned about physical love-making. First, it was from friends at their schools, then a few clandestine books borrowed from here and there. (These same tutors had advised them that huge cocks were rare and not of significance by themselves, anyway.) And then the video. For a long time that had turned them totally off of this line of thought. Only recently had the subject come up a few times, usually because of comments friends had made. They all wondered if there wasn't something more to this thing. Or was it just another something for men, like TV football.

Anyway, Dawn's tongue-in-cheek rebuke was taken correctly and Dana responded in kind, "I don't know. What do you have?"

Dawn threw off the covers, stood up on the bed, pulled up her tops and quickly back down, and shot back, "Help yourself." She tried to keep a mischievous smile on her face, but somehow the joke was wearing thin. She trembled in anticipation, hoping beyond hope that Dana wouldn't think she was joking. The thought flashed through her pretty head that she was actually holding something back from her sister for the first time in her life. "Why in the hell must physical love have to cause the psychological distress it does," she thought.

Dana's grin faded quickly as she glanced from the lowers to Dawn's lovely face. "Really? Can I really look. I have wanted to do this for a long time."

"God, Dana. I have wanted you to and wanted to look at you. Why couldn't we have just talked about it like we do everything else?"

But she didn't wait for an answer. With a sensuousness that would have aroused a eunuch she slowly lifted the gossamer pajamas and slipped it over her head. With a catch in her breath she dropped it off the bed and slowly lowered herself back down next to Dana. Never once did she take her eyes off of Dana's.

Dana, copping a quick glance at those delightful, pert and perfect breasts, sporting exquisitely erect nipples yearning to be touched, reached out to hold Dawn. Without any word they embraced and began a kiss that might never end.

At first every movement they made, be it the fleeting search by their tongues or the seemingly random motion of their soft hands over each others bodies, was slow and almost unsure. But as the kiss deepened and they grew more comfortable with the new heights they unknowingly were ascending, the indecisiveness dissolved and they moved, seemingly in unison, with new confidence, conscious and deliberate, then eager.

For many long, dreamy minutes (for us clock watchers) they passionately cavorted, rejoicing in the delightful sensitivity of each others bodies. Somewhere along the line, Dana's babydoll rode up to around her neck so that as they extended their kissing their bodies pressed flesh to chaste flesh. The difference between adult urgency and childlike joy was so very apparent now. Only fleetingly did they venture near Society's designated erotic zones, but their mounting intensity did not reflect the youthful omission. How wonderful is innocence!

Only when Dawn accidentally caught her finger nail in Dana's filmy covering did the spell break. A quick cry escaped the narrow opening between their cleaving lips and they parted.

"Ouch. Your pajamas are in the way, Dana. Let me take them off."

The normally jocular Dana, taking a role new to her, overlooked that opening and said, "I could do it, but I would rather you did. Your hands are so soft and warm. Remember when I let Jack get his hand inside my blouse last month? He felt like a rough, clammy dish rag. He even scratched me. If he had felt like you I would have given him my cherry, I know!"

As Dawn extricated Dana from her pajamas she quickly resumed the kiss which had so excited them. This time they only held the kiss for a few moments. With no visible sign they parted and held each other a foot or so apart. For many moments they held each others loving gaze. At exactly the same moment each reached up and placed their hands on the others lithe waist for a few sighs. Again, with no visible sign their tender fingers began a slow trace, first around a small circles, slowly growing larger. Their respective touches were scarcely perceptible and, no doubt, wouldn't even have been noticed if their sensitivity wasn't so intense. As the bravery of their gentle and kind digits increased they moved upwards towards the luscious globes. Although Dawn lingered around Dana's naval, Dana did not prolong the agonizing delay and reached up to enfold the delectable mounds. As her fingers slowly encircled the soft, heaving orbs, Dawn reciprocated.

Being careful not to interfere with their dallying progeny exploring the delights they leaned together and commenced another fervent kiss. Their mutual heavy breathing made it difficult, but they survived. And prospered. Another eternity passed unnoticed by the lovingly entwined couple. Who is to say how long it would have continued or where it would have ended. But fate interrupted. A loud crash echoing through the empty house broke the wonderful spell.

"My god, what was that," Dana exclaimed. "Are mommy and daddy back already?"

Together they jumped out of bed and threw their robes over their bare, save undies, bodies.

"Maybe we should call the police?" Dawn asked before they had reached the stairs as the crashing and banging continued.

"No, Oscar would have barked if someone had come in. Even mommy or daddy, for that matter. It must be the dogs."

They found Oscar chasing Julie, the pointer, wildly around the house knocking things over as they went.

"You creep. Stop that, Oscar," Dawn yelled as she grabbed his collar. Unfortunately, Oscar was stronger than Dawn and Dawn was unwillingly dragged along after the cavorting dogs.

Finally, due to the minimal impediment Dawn placed on Oscar, Dana is able to guide Julie to the pool changing room and slam the door. Oscar smashed against the closing door and commenced to scratch and whine to get in.

"What has gotten into you, Mutt? You have been after Julie ever since we got her. Leave her alone."

Dawn drops into the sofa exhausted after her struggle with the dane. "Dana, I want to go back up stairs. Do you?"

"Sure, but we better let the dogs out so they won't interrupt us again."

Dana went over to Oscar and squatted down in front of him. "You naughty boy. We were having a wonderful time and you spoiled everything."

"It won't take me long to find my place and some how I don't think it will take you much effort either, will it?"

"It sure won't, Dawn, but even if it did, it would sure be fun trying to find it again," she laughed as she turned towards Dawn. As she did her robe fell open revealing her lovely and lush body exposed. Since no one else was there she let it go.

As they continued their idle banter, Oscar, for the first time since the girls had rushed down stairs, allows his attention to wander from the closed door. With no warning or foreplay he stuck his head down into Dana's crotch.

"Hey, what are you trying to do?" she exclaimed. She tried to close her parted thighs and stand up simultaneous, but only succeed in sprawling backwards. As she flung her hands back to catch her fall her legs flew out grotesquely. With a heavy "thud" she crashed painfully on the thick carpet.

"Nice move, Dana," Dawn flashed as she laughed uproariously.

Dana didn't feel like laughing so she just lay where she fell as the shock coursed through her.

Oscar, started by the rebuke and flailing limbs stood for an instant over Dana. He recovered first and stepped forward to, once again, bury his cold wet nose in Dana's cotton-clad genitals.

That brought an immediate reaction as Dana's still-present pain disappeared instantaneously. Dana scrambled to regain her feet, but again Oscar stepped forward and knocked he down. Dawn was still laughing hysterically on the sofa.

"Dammit, Dawn, help me. Get this mangy mutt off of me."

Dawn opened her eyes to be greeted with another funny scene. Her sister was sprawled out, practically naked, on the floor, flailing helplessly as their huge dane hovered over her, tongue hanging out two feet, tail wagging furiously.

"What are you doing, Dana? You look like..." But before she could finish, something caught her eyes. He hysteria left instantly. "Look, look at that!"

For an instant nothing moved, except the heaving tongue and thrashing tail. Dana looked to her sister to see what was the matter. Her eyes tried to follow Dawn's, but the big dog was practically staring her in the face.

Dawn quickly scrambled off the sofa and threw herself at Oscar. No other action would have altered the stand-off. As Oscar tumbled heavily against the wall, Dawn reached down to help Dana to her feet. The dog and girls were upright at the same instant. Only Dawn's quick thinking got the pair safely into the changing room with Julie.

For a few moments only heavy breathing by two humans and the dane could be heard. Then the door scratching began in earnest.

"Thanks, Dawn. I don't know what has gotten into that dog. He has never done anything like that before."

"Do you know what he wanted to do, Dana? He wanted to fuck you"

"What! How do you know?"

"Because his penis was sticking out. You should have seen it. It must have been six inches long."

Dawn turned around to look at Julie, happily dancing around the pool changing room. "Yah. She's in heat, Dana. That is what it was."

"Any port in a storm, right?" Dana quipped.

"Sort of, but you know, they say that women in passion lubricate their vagina, in preparation for you know what, and it is supposed to be like an aphrodisiac. It must work on dogs. You know, I sort of felt myself getting moist as we were fooling around up stairs."

"Well, this doggy sex symbol wants to take a refreshing dip and continue our homework up stairs. Want to, too"

"Sure. You know, I don't want to get my suit, why don't we go in like we are? Actually, maybe we should skinny dip. I have always wanted to do that," Dawn said.

"You're on. Or should I say, you're a turn on."

In an instant they had stepped out of their briefs, innocently diverting their attention elsewhere in the process. The "mood" was gone, but not too far, and certainly not forgotten.

Dana was out the door first and ran for the pool. A cannonball acquainted Dawn with the water an instant before she, too, dived in. Julie followed them, but disdained the pool for the sunny grass nearby.

The girls gleefully frolicked in the pool for a about a quarter of an hour. They, unintentionally or not, seemed to avoid any major contact with each other. It was almost like they were saving themselves for later. First things first.

But once again their interlude was interrupted by a noise. This time it was a loud yelp. They turned to find the source and were surprise to see the dane frantically trying to hump the pointer. Youthful exuberance was no substitute for experience when it come to lust, it seems.

The girls rushed as fast as they could to rescue Julie from the bestial grips of the dreaded male. But by the time they arrived, it was not clear that Julie wanted to be rescued. She was just standing there heaving under the weight of the brute, panting. She was making no effort to extricate herself, but neither was she falling all over herself helping the unseasoned Oscar. The girls stood dumb, dumb and nude. What should they do? Try to push Oscar off? Try to pull Julie away? Run into the house and hide? Or...

"Dawn?"

"Huh?"

"What say we help the poor guy. Julie sure looks like she wants it. He sure does. And I would like to see him put that big thing in her and see what happens. What say?"

"Why not. No one will get hurt. I wonder if he would let me touch it?" But she didn't wait for a response. She squatted down and reached out quickly with one finger to stroke the long flaming red staff lashing about. "It feels hot and slimy. It feels a lot like my vagina does when I'm masturbating."

"Let me feel, Dawn. You never told me you masturbated. I do, too," admitted Dana quickly.

They exchanged places. Dana now feeling the hard, yet soft penis quickly slip against her out stretched finger. Dawn, still squatting. reached an arm around Dana and held her close. For a brief moment only Oscar moved.

Her hand slowly closed over the penis, but rather than capturing it she just formed a fist. She cooed and purred as his hips jerked over and over as she grasped the shaft. The furious cock rammed in and out seeming trying to escape its captor.

As her free arm went across his back, Dana laid her cheek on his side and whispered, "There, there, baby. I'll make it better for you." And she began to slowly slide her hand against his stroking. The big dog stood there with his hips twitching in unison with Dana's strokes, his long tongue hanging from the side of his mouth as he panted in time with his hips.

Dawn was totally absorbed in this fascinating scene. For what seemed like fifteen minutes she stroked and caressed his long pointed shaft.

Suddenly he gave a sort of half cry and half bark. Dana jerked her hand away. Oscar groaned. That is the only way to describe it. He was still humping, but now it was the air.

"Help him, Dana," Dawn whispered. At the same time her arm encircling Dana's lovely body lowered. Her hand followed the contours of her soft hips, down lower to the crowning mounds of her perfect, ripe butt.

Dana reached out with one hand to steady Julie's rear end, her tail hard over to one side, expectantly. The other hand again reached for the attractive penis. But it was clear that tack wouldn't work, so she reached around the heaving dog to move him closer to the pointer. Oscar succeed in at least contacting Julie. With an almost human yelp he renewed his ministrations under the helpful hands of Dana.

But Dana could not resist the spine-tingling touch of Dawn, though and almost abandoned the dogs as she tried to turn around.

"No, Dana. You just help them. Don't mind me."

Dana leaned over to sneak a quick, lascivious kiss from Dawn. And at the very same instant Oscar penetrated Julie. Simultaneously the two dogs yelped.

"Oooooo," Dana cried, turning around quickly. "Look at him. Look at him slide right in. He is already coated with slime. It looks so easy, so slick, so, well, like it is so much fun."

As the excited girls watched Oscar's savage thrusting, Dana lowered her hand down to give Dawn's an encouraging pat. Then it instinctively reached around to her own genitals and swiftly found her erect little clit.

For several minutes all was quiet except for the panting animals. Dana continued to stroke Oscar's glistening cock every time he extracted it from Julie. She could feel the raging cock begin to bulge and expand. She was utterly fascinated.

Dawn seemed to ignore the puffing dogs and never took her eyes off of Dana's face. She also never let her hand stop it gentle caressing. She did let her other hand reach out to steady them both, it was difficult to remain squatting next to the dogs for this long a time, but neither showed any impatience.

Then Dawn leaned closer to Dana, intensifying her massaging of that lovely derriere and whispered, "I would like to do that for you. May I?"

It didn't sink in what she meant, but Dana was not in a questioning mood. A quick nod was all the response given. Slowly and deliberately Dawn let her hand seductively slide under Dana until it rested next to her stroking hand. Then she ran it up over Dana's and squeezed it. Only when she tried to move it did Dana come out of her reverie.

"God, I forgot what I was doing. I know I shouldn't be doing that, but it feels soooo good. Please let me continue," Dana groaned.

Dana voluntarily moved her hand away from her crotch with a deep sign. For an instant she wanted to get up and rush into the privacy of her room. It is a good thing she hesitated as almost immediately Dawn crept her soft warm hand in place under the passion-filled girl.

"Ohhhhhh, that feels soooooo good. Please don't stop. I have wanted you to do this for a long time, but I could never ask you."

"I have wanted to myself. Now you won't have to ask, my love. Now we can share everything. I want to do so much for you. Why don't we leave the dogs alone and go back in the house?"

"Dawn, I will go anywhere with you. But please let me watch the end. It feels so good imaging that I have that penis inside of me. I can feel it in there. I can feel him sliding around inside of me. It feels so wonderful."

By this time Oscar and Julie had their "act" together.

Dawn put her other arm around Dana and gently began caressing her soft, pliable breast rolling her erect nipple gently between her thumb and forefinger. Dana wriggled her butt against Dawn's still probing other hand.

As Oscar thrust in and out of the pointer, they could see an inch or two of his hard prick exposed on the quick back stroke before he thrust into her again.

Then, at a moment punctuated only by Oscar's impish squeal the dogs wound up their "act", so to speak, as Oscar's penis locked itself inside Julie. He slid off her back and swung a leg over. They just sort of stood there stupidly looking like Siamese twins joined at the rear.

The girls had heard that when a male dog ejaculates inside a bitch, he gets a knot in the head of his prick to ensure that all the semen remains in her, and that it takes several minutes for it to go down so he can pull out. One of their "experienced" friends had told them this when she had complained that the boys she had had, just pulled out when they came and got up.

The girls continued squatting there next to the two senseless dogs for a few moments before Dawn said, "I think we have helped all that we need to. Why don't we get up?"

Dana, who was in seventh-heaven by this time and could barely move, slowly twisted around. "But I don't want you to stop, Dawn."

"I won't," she whispered, as she quickly got up. "Come with me, you beautiful wench, and we will explore the hitherto unknown depths of depravity, together."

"Young lady, what do you have in mind?" she mocked, but her reluctance was cleverly disguised by her scrambling to get up. She was just a few paces behind Dawn in their headlong race for the house. Once in the house, they paused only an instant before heading for their parents bedroom. It had a king-sized bed and just looked the part, although both girls knew it hadn't been used "properly" for years. They burst in, dumped their robes on the floor and made a bee-line for it. Dawn did a belly flop on it and Dana landed right on top of her. For a few moments they wrestled like they used to when they were younger, tossing and tumbling and rough-housing. The eroticism of these two lovely, lithe girls, au natural, would have been clear to any lucky viewer, but it wasn't to Dana and Dawn. They were joyously reliving earlier, carefree days. The tinkling of their childish laughter echoed through the empty house. The soft moan of the great bed was more in relief than pain. Even it seemed to revel in this innocent display.

Then for an instant the struggling ceased. Dawn, with a big grin, had pinned Dana to the bed. "I win," she cried.

Before Dana could protest, Dawn took what she obviously considered the victor's reward ÄÄ a kiss. She leaned down and carefully, but deliberately, brought her lips to Dana's. The kiss was tender, at first, not overtly sensual. It lengthened and intensified. It gradually deepened as she poured more passion into it, more than she had ever showed in all of her youthful years. At last, the kiss was a deep, fervent, open-mouthed kiss of unadulterated passion.

Dana gasped, but she returned the kiss with an equal helping of lustfulness. Quickly the kiss overwhelmed them until they became near-observers, as their concupiscent bodies overpowered them. Their involuntary tongues flicked in and out, excitedly searching new vistas, and enjoying their new-found freedom.

Dawn broke away, gasping for breath. "That was wonderful, Dana. Thank you." And as she spoke her lips brushed against Dana's ear, breathing her words into the canal, bringing intense fervor with it. They kissed again. So preoccupied were they in intensifying their oral ministrations that for a moment neither noticed that Dawn's hands, which had been pinning Dana's softly rounded shoulders, laboriously moved up to the side of her sister's neck and slowly worked to the top of her chest. Dana stifled a muffled giggle, or was it something else, as the fingertips made their way to that soft space between her breasts. For an instant Dawn seemed to revert to another time and another place as she moved her hands to her own breasts, turgid with ardency, nipples stiff and upright. Then, almost reluctantly they slipped off the firm flesh to search out another place. Instinctively, Dana responded and moved her hands, which had become inert after failing to throw her sister off of her in the previous struggles, to just beneath Dawn's breasts. Dawn thought she was going to touch her there, but she didn't. Her hands remained still. Again Dawn parted and planted a gentle kiss on Dana's soft, brown hair. As she buried her face into those fine, delicate tresses, she slid her hands over and down to her upper arms, crossing the sister's heaving chest on the way. Dana raised herself slightly to allow them to slip under her. Dana traced her fingers from Dawn's ribs to the sensitive nape of her neck, by-passing her breast. Then she pulled her sister against into her soft body. But Dawn continued moving those soft warm hands over Dana and kissing each new fear away and breathing endless passion in her ear.

Beneath these motions and the hotheaded mouthings, Dana sensuously writhed. Seizing the only other means of communication at hand, she moved her hands. She moved them down to search for Dawn's swelling buds. Her gentle hands found and cuddled and fondled the base of each, forming a supportive cup to mold and envelop them. She found each erotically swollen, crowned by a magnificent blossom, proudly standing midpoint in the exquisitely formed areolas. Her tender fingers enfolded them, eagerly tracing each sensuous area. Dawn had, too, found a perfect pair of breasts. On these she drew circles, circles around the nipples with her gentle fingertips, exciting the ultra-sensitive tissues and membranes of the surrounding areola while she softly blew more warm air into her ear, causing Dana's whole body to shiver. The sexual atmosphere that filled the room was unbelievable. Dana gasped for breath as she covered those perfect orbs with her palms.

Dawn breathed, "God, that feels good, Dana. Keep doing that." And, maintaining the full body contact she now possessed, she slowly and sumptuously slid down until her mouth found Dana's awaiting and inviting breasts. Hesitantly unfolding the hands that had struggled to find these globes of the gods, she gazed longingly at the perfect vision for a few moments. Then she leaned down and slyly flicked her tongue on the first ripe dome. Dana's response, expressed by her hands still firmly attached to Dawn's breasts and an unmistakable escape of breath from her ruby lips, was not lost. Dawn proceeded to lavish her tongue's warm fury over Dana's entire breast, acerola and nipple. Ah, yes, those exquisite buds of passion. Each stroke brought fervent sigh and showered a libidinous shiver over Dana's entire taunt body.

Dawn caught the electric feeling as Dana's body also writhed under her weight. The girls were stretched full length, leg to leg. As Dana squirmed Dawn drifted off of her position until her right leg was next to Dana's left and her left was between those lovely virginal thighs. Dawn felt keen pressure against her mons and knew she was doing the same to her sister. The feelings were new and delicious, but the girls possessed a patience, maybe grounded in fear, maybe rooted in the desire to give the most pleasure, maybe both. For more than twenty minutes they entwined savoring the musky smell emanating from them, oblivious to all else, save each other.

Finally, Dana could endure no more. "Dawn, please let me lick you, too. I can't bear for you to stop, but I want to taste you. Let me change places."

Dawn, did not want to stop, and did continue for a few minutes. Then she groaned, "Dana, I'll turn around."

"But I want to feel you all over me."

"Patience, little one, patience," was Dawn's uncharacteristically worldly reply. And she unwilling raised herself off of the soft form of Dana.

She did not give up her oral grip on her sister, however. Instead, she scooted on her knees around in semicircle until she was kneeling over Dana's upturned face. The potential for this position eluded the innocents, for the moment, at least.

She lowered her unspeakably lovely body down over Dana, groaning in excitement when Dana orally grasped her breast. Dana reached up to cup the suspended charms alternately stroking the free nipple and massaging the bulging breast being suckled. She alternated a few minutes on each, guiding Dawn by way of example.

The stillness of the house was now punctuated by deliciously sounding slurping and sucking and licking.

Only when Dana abandoned Dawn's breasts to eagerly explore new territory did the mood change from one of mutual satisfaction to one of searching.

Dana looked up following her inquiring fingers as they passed over Dawn's perfect navel on her flat stomach. Her hands traced the contours and carefully slipped over Dawn's back to cling to those lovely buns, the smooth, white ass of Venus. She then pulled them down and ran them along her exquisite thighs. Her eyes, ahead of her hands by now, caught the dark place between Dawn's slightly parted legs. She could see the delicate brown fur covering that place that in Dana brought so much pleasure when alone.

Dana could not see Dawn, but subconsciously she knew that she, too, had unloosed her grip on her breasts and was enjoying the exposed expanse of her young lithe body. Dawn was feasting her eyes on Dana's almost hairless little mound, longing to bury her face in it. She had never seen anything so erotic and beautiful in her life as that developing mons before her.

Dawn's fingers began moving down Dana's body, over her navel, toward her mons. Dana's legs were slightly apart and bent at the knees. Dawn could see the smooth white of her inner thighs. She placed her hand on the inside of that perfect alabaster altar and gently traced the warm, flowing, sensuous skin. Dana didn't pull away or tell her to stop, in fact she arched her body upward, to meet the wandering hand. The electricity flowed from her finger tips through her body.

Dana felt the electricity, too. She wasn't sure what to do, but she didn't have to do anything but lie there and savor Dawn's touch and her own textural senses cavorting on the shrine above her.

Dawn had intensified the motion of her hands on her sister's thighs. Her hand had inched it's way up so that it was once again near Dana's magnetic vagina, as it had been out by the pool. Dawn could feel the intense heat radiating from Dana. She could feel the moistness of her vagina as her finger gently traced the labia.

"Mmmm... That feels good!" Dana said softly. And in thanks, with her elated finger tips, found and carefully caressed Dawn's fledgling, pudgy labial prominence. It was lovely and elicited a gentle compassion in Dana that she had never felt.

As if by magic, Dawn's hips began a slow involuntary sensual dance under Dana's ministrations.

Dawn closed her eyes as her flushed face showed the height of her craving. She merely nodded and moaned. But she could no longer support herself and sank to the bed next to Dana. They rolled together, squirming until their faces were plunged near to their seats of passion. With an urgency they had never felt before, they forced themselves between each others legs and searched with their tongues for the deep dark hollows of love and the sweet buds of pleasure. The searches and discoveries were joyful and loud. For nearly twenty minutes they thrashed around engorging themselves in each others fiery lust. Then at the height the intense frenzy of moans and flailings, groans and convulsions, gasps and writhing they simultaneous emitted loud cries of ecstacy and collapsed against each other. All was still for nearly five minutes as the lay, totally spent, in each others arms. No one will ever know how long they would have stayed in their reverie if Dawn had not kicked out her foot at something tickling it.

"What is that," she cried, fearing it was a bug, or worse, a person. She sat up leaving Dana smilingly dozing.

"Oscar, you dolt. What are you doing here? You should be out servicing Julie again," she laughed in relief.

That awoke Dana who also sat up to see what had happened to her lover.

"Ooooooo, he's back. And look, Dawn, his penis is still sticking out!" she squealed.

Dana hopped off the bed and once again knelt beside the big dog, fondling her old friend, by now.

"Go get Julie, Dawn. I want to see them do it again."

"No, Dana. You may be able to bring the horse to water, so to speak, but you can't make her drink."

"Then I'm going to masturbate him. I always wanted to see a guy squirt."

"You've seen many in those videos, haven't you? Besides, hadn't notice, Oscar isn't much of a man? Well, in some ways, anyway. Of course, from where you sit, they are pretty much the same I guess. Go ahead. I doubt he'll mind."

Again Dana reaches out. "Come here big fella', let me look at you a little closer. This time we won't have that other dog in the way."

"Ahhhhh. That feels so nice and slippery. Does it feel good to you?"

Oscar barely acknowledged her touch for he was already panting up a storm and wagging his rear end to beat the band. The only reaction was a little more exposure for his already provocatively protruding flaming-red penis. The tip flailed around in time to his waggling hind-quarters. Dana's fingers gently began tracing the length of the projecting staff, slowly enveloping it in her trembling young hand.

Dana thought she had finally excited a response when he stopped panting. But he began sniffing the air intent on following his nose. His head twisted and turned trying to locate the enticing scent wafting in. His big head finally turned nearly full around catching Dana on the shoulder sending her falling to the ground for the second time that day. Her grip on his cock released, but not before he gave a yelp of pain.

Dawn, steadfastly engrossed in the show unfolding before her couldn't help but chuckle once again.

"She too much for you, stud?" she laughed.

Dana wasn't so amused. All she could say was, "Sorry, Oscar, but you deserved that," as she lay sprawled.

But Oscar paid neither any heed for he has found the source of his excitement. It was no other than his seductive nymph, Dana. With no preliminaries or introductions he once more buried his massive muzzle into her crotch, this time exposed him, and stuck him cold nose unceremoniously against her labia.

Dana's scream would have awakened the dead. With a strength far beyond her years she simultaneously clamped her out-stretched legs together and sat up.

"Damn you, Dog! That was cold! And you shut up, Dawn."

After a few moments of settling, Dana stood up and returned to the relative safety of the bed and Dawn.

"What a stupid dog. I really wanted him to squirt," she said, practically in tears.

Dawn placed her arms around Dana and pulled her close. "If I had a penis, I'd let you jerk me off."

"You would? That would really be neat."

And then, "Maybe if I put on some clothes I could do Oscar without him goosing me."

"You know, if he had a warm nose I think it might be neat to have him root around down there. Suppose he tried to lick you. Wouldn't that be neat?"

"Yah!"

"I think I'll try something. Let's occupy both ends of him. I'll let him nuzzle me and you jerk him off. He ought to really like that."

"Yah! How do we do it?"

"Well, let's see. You let me scoot over to the edge of the bed so I can kind of sit there," Dawn said as she followed her own instructions.

She had draped her slender, elegant legs over the side so her bare feet rested on the floor. Then she cautiously spread her legs and chucked for Oscar, "Come here, boy. Look at what Dawn has for you."

Oscar seemed to gain as much enthusiasm for Dawn's delicacies as he had for Dana's. As he stumbled clumsily forward, Dawn reached out to head off his wet, cold nose. For a few moments she succeed in keeping it covered so that it didn't come in direct contact with her sensitive flesh, yet allowed him to absorb all the fragrance he liked. Within a flash he decided that this stuff not only smelled great, but had an exciting taste. He didn't lavishly slobber right away, it fact he never did, just sort of extend his great, long tongue to her hot opening and retract it. He would then sort of pause, savoring it, lower jaw trembling uncontrollably. Then he would taste again. Each time probing slight further into the honeyed pot.

Dana, fascinated at the goings on, nearly forgot what she had wanted to do. Only a quick yelp followed by Oscar's frustrated attempt to climb in bed with Dawn brought the reminder.

"I'll help the other end busy, Dawn. You just tell me what it feels like."

"God, it feels great. It feels like what I think a boy would feel like. Not like one of those video flakes all intent on getting his. It is like Oscar is trying to drive me up the wall. He is so wonderfully, deliciously slow. But his tongue is so rough. I don't know if I'll be able to take much more, so hurry up."

Dana hastened to her task. She reached out for a third time to that sumptuous cock floating before her. She grabbed it with her fist as far down as she could, determined to see him squirt when the time came. Actually she didn't have to worry, as she soon saw that she could wrap both hands about that steel-hard rod and still see the shiny, slim tip sticking through her delicate hands.

Oscar responded this time and set up a quick series of lightening-fast thrusts, like he was trying to find Julie's vulva. Dana tightened her grip, which seemed to convince the dog that he was safely ensconced inside.

For a brief second, upon hearing Dawn moan and cry out in what Dana took to be pain, Dana glanced at her sister spread-eagled above her. The erotic expression on her face told Dana that there was nothing to worry about. She did a double take, though, when she saw what Oscar was doing. Each slow deliberate lap of his enormous tongue went straight for Dawn's vagina, sank down, deep into the warm moist recesses. There it remained buried for a brief instant before he pulled it halting back out.

"Oh, Dawn, that looks like it would feel wonderful. I want to do that to you. May I?"

But Dawn, didn't hear. She flung her head back in the ecstatic throws her second orgasm. Unspeakable sounds gurgled up from her half-parted lips. And she collapsed back onto the bed.

Oscar, apparently didn't notice, for his lubricating ministerings continued. But Dawn could not manage more and with all of her remaining strength rolled over, away from the bewildered dog.

It was apparent that Dana did not provide enough preoccupation for the dog so she abandoned him to protect her vulnerable sister from attach by the disconcerted and unslaked dog. With difficulty she was able to pull the heavy beast back from trying to get on the high bed. For a moment he sat back and proceeded to lick his own erect cock.

"Do it yourself, then," Dana told him, as she leaned over the prostrate and satiated sister.

"Are you OK, Dawn? Dawn?" she inquired.

Dawn, apparently still on some far distant garden of eden, heard nothing.

With a smile on her lips Dana leaned over and whispered, "Now I can do what I will with you."

She leaned back a little and paused to gaze longingly at that still raging inferno designated a vagina.

Suddenly, Dana felt an incredible weight on her back and a pair of strong forelegs grips her waist. It all happened so quickly that she couldn't respond. She could feel a warm furry body hugging her incredibly tightly. Then she felt Oscar's hunching hindquarters against her bottom.

"Get down, you fool. What are you..." But she stopped as she felt something incredibly hot, something incredibly wet, something incredible hard, something incredibly big strike the back of her leg. Then it happened again. And again.

"My God, he is trying to stick his thing in me. Dawn! Help!"

But by the time it took Dawn to comprehend what was going on, Dana had decided she didn't want help.

By some unseen source Dana had been able to hold herself off of the bed, saving Dawn from being crushed under both their weights. Quickly, Dawn pulled herself up and away from the incongruous pair. She only paused for a moment when her still radiating genitals passed under Dana and she bent down and gave them a hurried kiss.

"I'll come back to you later," she whispered, scarcely audible.

When Dawn was free, she glanced over Dana's back and instructed her worried sister to scrunch down lower on the bed. She somehow accomplished this by leaning on her elbows and bringing one, then the other leg under her, until she was in a virtual fetal position. Her rear end, covered by a staggering dane, hung over the edge of the bed a few inches. This new position allowed Oscar's wild thrusts to strike Dana's pert buns, rather than her legs.

Dana gasped each time his male-hood glanced across her flank. "I...want...it...in...me," she mumble in a staccato in time to his furious jabs.

And continued, "Please help me," to no one in particular.

Dawn hopped off the bed and struggled to propel the huge dog over a few inches and down a tad. Finally, she just reached around and forcibly tried to aim that extended spike towards Dana's quivering vagina.

With no little trepidation, Dawn moved the great dog and holding him back a second, cried, "He is there, now. Do you really want it?"

A guttural wail, "Yes!" rang out, just as Oscar escaped the puny efforts of Dawn.

The next thrust caught Dana's clit a glancing blow.

"Ahhhheeee. Again!" was the retort.

Dawn shivered as the monstrous cock recoiled once again and aimed slightly higher on the lovely backside before her.

"Aaaaaarrrrgggghhhhh."

He had struck heaven. He penetrated no more than an inch, but he knew he was home. But on the return stroke he slipped free. With a yelp, as if being struck with a whip, he rebounded with even more fury and once again entered Dana delicious vagina.

"Aaaaawwwwwwwgggggghhhhhh."

This time he lodged at least two inches into her small body.

For a few moments it continued like this. A savage thrust, met with a guttural scream of ecstacy from Dana's oral lips and met by enveloping folds of virgin tissue from her genital lips. The screams gradually weakening as the penetration of the holy land increased. Yet on the back stroke Oscar would still slip out.

He continues to pump furiously, but his elongated cock keeps slipping out. His frustration is evident as he keeps charging at her, going in and then slipping out.

Mercifully, nature finally takes over and after one particularly strong thrust he only twitched his hips back an inch or so. He was engaged.

Through out all of this Dawn had a look of real fear. Her small and fragile sister, only recently having been ravished by Dawn's own tongue, was now being violated, monstrously attacked, by one of those damned males capable of absolutely no feeling except the insatiable desire to fuck. Various ways to extract this demon flashed through her mind, but she was frozen in awe at the event - this hard, cruel prick viciously submerged, tearing at Dana's tiny, sensitive vagina. But, unbelievably, Dana, her virgin sister, was indiscreetly humping her nearly non-existent hips right back at him!

Dana barely realizes what is going on, so far out in space is she. At first, the shock of his stanchion entering her brought pain, but it was immediately masked by the wonder of something inside of her.

"There is someone inside of my body," she thought. "No one has ever been there before. I am giving pleasure and getting pleasure just by letting him come in me. And I, aaahhhhhh, I am going crazy."

For a brief moment she figuratively floated above the struggling coupled bodies seeing his turgid manhood plunge again and again into her juicy, awaiting body. The sight of her lovely form impaled on that bulging shaft sent shivers up her spine, just as it did Dawn. She watched in awe as Oscar withdrew, paused and plunged. Her remote body seemed to suck his penis inside, somehow, where it remained embedded for a fraction of a second, before he withdrew, her vagina clenching in vain to prevent its escape. But her return to her own body was even better as the exquisite feeling of something sliding inside was a delight she could never have imagined.

Dawn was just about to interrupt the efforts of these two impassioned creatures, when a cry, more like a howl broke the stillness. She had never heard a dog make a noise like that.

At the same time, oblivious to the noises, just when Dana felt she could not stand the sensations any longer, felt something else, at first puzzling. It felt like his penis had exploded. Tendrils of heat struck her sensitive vaginal walls. Then it happened again. It was like a hot flash within her. Then a third time the searing heat flowed into her vagina. Gradually the rapidly pulsing sensations diminished.

Unfortunately, although Dana's passion had not reached its peak, Oscar's had. Except for a few brief tics, each sending a delectable tremor through her, he held still. She remained helpless to her feelings that needed to still be met. As her passion waned she struggled to keep them at the lofty level.

"Oh, Oscar, don't stop! Please don't stop. It felt so good when you were moving in there. I didn't ever want it to stop. Please!"

But Oscar, the archetypal male, was uninterested in his mates desires. He was where he had wanted to be and that is what was important. Sure, nature required him to hang around for a few minutes, but it wasn't his fault.

Ironically, Dana's physical exertion to keep Oscar in motion only succeeded in jarring him loose from the natural tie. Unceremoniously, he backed off and began tending to his own toilet.

Dana dissolved in tears. Dawn, still flushed with amazement at what she had just seen lay down next to Dana and pulled her over on herself in a comforting manner.

"Dear, wonderful, Dana. You should have what you wanted. Won't you let me bring you off again?"

"I..., I... guess so. But it was nice, too."

With extreme gentleness, Dawn eased Dana off of her, back to her near-fetal position. Dana's body still spasmed with each difficult breath.

Quickly Dawn scooted off the bed and knelt before the lovely derriere.

She paused to absorb those perfect, flawless alabaster globes. "You have such a gorgeous ass, Dana," she croaked huskily.

Her hands rose to fondle the exquisite soft spheres. The they paused and slowly moved down until the reached the entrance to the holy grotto.

Dawn could not take her eyes off of the half-parted, well-moistened lips. She could smell the pungent, womanly odor, delicious. At this time she could not have imagined a more attractive, a sweeter aroma. The taste, already sampled, was ambrosia. Oscar's fluids oozed.

Dawn banished that fact from her thoughts as she leaned forwards to place a fleeting kiss. The perfumed honey fragrance invaded her soul as she met the warm, moist opening.

Dawn let her hands scurry down and frolic on the chaste purity of Dana's inner thighs. The she brought them slowly up the inside. She moved her hands to gently stroke the soft brown hair adorning the portal. Tenderly they parted the labia exposing the soft, pink, shiny surface on the inner side of the labia.

Again she brushed her lips against the now opened sanctuary. Seemingly with practiced tenderness, she teased, allowing only the edge of her lips to touch the delicately soft tissues.

Instinctively, she snuggled her pert nose into the inviting opening and parted her lips. Her eager tongue flicked, searching for the bud of happiness. Before she located it, a low, guttural moan told her she had found it.

Slowly Dawn worked her tongue around, over, under the sweet blossom, alternately tracing the folds of flesh around it to scampering over the top of it. Her antics increased, encouraged both by her own rising passion, but also by Dana's labored grunts and groans.

Dawn continued to lavish juicy attention on the lush pink tissues lining the inside of the walls of Dana's love passage. Her tongue darted towards the erect sensitive blossom like love arrows. One could barely hear the humid sounds against the growing animal noises emitting from Dana passion-distorted face.

Suddenly, as if on clue, Dawn clutched the curled form and rammed her face into her genitals as a feral, primitive scream exploded from Dana's lips.

Dana's body jerked uncontrollably in spent passion as Dawn hung on to that dear figure.

Only Oscar's unconcerned departure altered the status quo, but it did not disturbed the unconcerned passion-impaled pair.

Dawn slowly crawled up next to Dana to snuggle.

"That was so wonderful, wasn't it?" see purred.

"Yes. What we have been missing. Never again."

They dozed peacefully for a long time.

Finally, Dawn stirred, rolled over and stretched. "You know, I'm hungry. You stay here and I'll dig something up."

She glanced at the clock on her way to the bathroom. "Wow! Do you know it is after 3a? No wonder I'm starved."

Dana continued to nap with a satisfied smile on her face. Her dreams were wonderful.

She awaken when Dawn returned.

"I ordered some Chinese carry out. They'll deliver. I couldn't see fixing anything in the shape I'm in. I'm going to take a shower. Toodle."

Dana rose and headed to the bathroom, too. "Care if I accompany you?"

"OK, but no hanky-panky. I don't know if I could stand any more."

"I could."

"You are a regular nymphomaniac, aren't you?"

"No, I just have a new, how shall I say it, 'toy.' Why not take advantage of a good thing?"

After a while Dawn leaned over to turned on the water. Dana couldn't resist.

"Ooooohhhh." Dawn cried. "Don't do that. At least wait until I get out. Maybe we could fool around some more then."

Dawn stepped in and lathered up.

"Do you need any help?" Dana offered. "I'd love to get in there with you."

Just as Dana finished her "chore" she glided over to the shower, intent on joining.

"Ringggggg"

"Oh, there is the food. I'll go get it, but watch out for when I return." Dana warned.

She grabbed a robe and headed for her room and some money. The bell kept ringing impatiently.

"Hold your horses. I'm coming."

By the time she reached the door the ringing had stopped. She flung it open in time to see the deliver boy just descending the steps.

"OK, I'm here."

He turned and headed back up the stairs.

"Duh, yur stuff is here, ma'am. $28.47, no checks, no credit."

She stood in the door way fumbling with her wallet. It was a struggle to search for money and keep her robe closed, but she managed.

"Oh, come on in. I don't have enough with me," she said and turned around.

"I ain't supposed to go in houses, ma'm," he said sheepishly.

"Well, I don't want to stand here with the door open, either come in or leave."

"Well, uh, I cain't go back cuz I'ma going home, ma'am. The boss give me sumpun extra if'n I take some stuff on the way home."

"Then you aren't working. Come on in," Dana commanded in frustration.

He stepped in, well, more like sidled in, like a crab. Dana closed the door and started to turned to leave to find some money, but turned back toward the delivery boy.

"What's you name?"

"Uh, Dirk, ma'am."

"Don't I know you, Dirk? Don't you go to Jefferson? And cut the 'ma'am.'"

"No, ma'am. I go ta Hen'a'son Tech, ma'am."

Dana, shrugged. All she knew is that the dummies went there. He sure did act that way. He wasn't a bad looking kid, a little older, kind of short, not more than a few inches taller than Dawn, and stocky, almost muscular, but more like muscle-turned- flab.

Poor kid, she thought, "What does the boss give you for this extra service?" she inquired off-handedly.

"Uh, he gives me a dedukshion, ma'am."

Dana made a mental note to give him a generous tip and said, "Wait here, I'll get the change."

A few minutes later she returned with the change. Her robe had parted slightly in her rush. Dirk's eyes dropped to ogle the elegant gams showing through the gap. His jaw dropped open and his eyeballs practically fell out.

"Here's your money. Keep the change," she said.

Dirk didn't hear a word.

For a few moments Dana stood there holding out her hand with the money in it. She continued to watching as a little drool dripped from the corner of his mouth. It was fascinating. No one had ever leered at her before. She felt kind of good, sort of powerful.

She was just going to yell at the poor guy when she heard Dawn coming.

"Where is the food? I'm starving," Dawn yelled. All of that sexy stuff made me ravenous." It was obvious that Dana was blocking her view, so she couldn't see Dirk still standing there.

Dana saw Dirk look up, at the new arrival. Dirk immediately began to, what could only be called, pant. He swallowed hard a few time and became very agitated. Dana was puzzled, but it didn't occur to her to turn around as something caught her eye.

As Dirk's confusion began his hands both dropped to his crotch. One sort of covered the other. The other one immediately began to rub his fly.

"What are you standing there for, sis? And where is the Chinese?" Dawn continued from somewhere behind Dana.

But now Dana was intrigued as she saw one leg of Dirk's trousers begin to move, then it sort of inflated. Dirk's jeans weren't real tight, but they were tight enough for Dana to make out the distinct outline of an erecting penis shooting down. Dirk, noticeably embarrassed, sort of hunched over, like he had to go to the bathroom. More drool followed the first few strings.

"Dana, are you crazy? Aren't you listening?" Dawn said and placed a hand on Dana's shoulder. Only then did she see Dirk.

"Eeeeeeeeee. Yowie!" she cried and turned to run.

"Stop, Dawn, stop!" Dana yell, as she quickly regained her lost composure.

"I don't have any clothes on," she yelled as she continued towards the stairs.

"That's OK. Come back here. NOW!"

For a few minutes all was still. Dana was still absorbed in watching the growing excitement in front of her. Dirk was engrossed in watching the now-frozen Dawn, from the rear. And Dawn was paralyzed in mid-flight, one foot on the stairs and one on the floor.

Another command, issued at even high volume and intensity, brought Dawn around. Her hands immediately took the classic positions of covering up the exposed strategic areas.

She hurried back to Dana, huddling behind her robed sister. Then both arms went around Dana holding her close.

"You must be crazy, Dana. Why did you want me back? I'm naked?" she hissed.

Again, silence prevailed for a few moments. Dirk's eyes were riveted on what little he could see of Dawn.

Then Dana said, quietly, "Dawn, our friend Dirk, here, has something very, very interesting to show us. Don't you, Dirk?"

"Dirk! . . . Dirk! . . . SAM!"

"Uh, yessum. What do you want, ma'am."

"What are you trying to hide from us, young man. I think after seeing my sister naked, you should show us what you are trying to hide."

Dawn whispered, "What are you talking about? This doesn't sound like you."

"Dawn, Dirk, from Henderson, here, is trying to hide something in his pants. Obviously he thinks he should be ashamed of it, but we don't think so, do we, sis? Do we!"

"No, no, of course not," she replied, dutifuly obedient.

Then Dawn peered over Dana's shoulder, down to where Dana was pointing. She was pointing at that still growing bulge in Dirk's pant leg.

Dawn's mind raced. The only possible conclusion she could come to was that Dana wanted to see Dirk's cock. The guy sure didn't look dangerous, but this situation sure was getting that way. Then a bell rang. She remembered reading about Dirk in the local paper. There was a big scandal. He had been committed as an infant and been cruelly treated by the state. Within the past few weeks he had been released and was doing very well. The article had said over and over that he was just a little kid mentally and that he was very gentle. But, this could backfire.

"Do you really think we should, Dana?"

"Ya'. What better chance will we have. He's OK. We'll let him go in a few minutes."

"I'd kind of like to see it myself. Let's try it. It's two against one, anyway."

At that she slowly dropped her arms from Dana and moved out from behind. Then when she was right next to her, she stepped back a step, more in self-defense, and said, "Look, Dirk. I'm not covering anything up. Why should you?"

The spital fairly gushed from the parted lips. His tongue protruded nearly an inch as his breathing got heavier.

"Dirk. I'm speaking to you. SAM!" Dawn braved.

That seemed to do it. Dirk's eyes dropped to the floor, but his hands stayed put.

"Come on, Dirk. Just drop your pants. Why don't you just unbutton your fly for Dawn. Don't you want to please her? She would be very happy."

Slowly, very slowly, Dirk moved one hand up to reach the top button of his jeans. It must have taken him over a minute to do it, but eventually it fell open.

Dana could hear Dawn's breathing steadily increase, just about in time with her own. "He's going to do," she whispered out of the corner of her mouth. "Oh, boy."

"Now the zipper, Dirk. If you don't hurry, I'll have to help you."

He seemed to respond to that suggestion and quickly unzipped his fly. They both expected his jeans to fall down, but obviously he was going to have to push them down.

"Don't stop now, Dirk. You must push them down."

Slowly, he pushed them down. Once past his briefs the girls gasped as they saw his penis actually protrude out one leg and down into his pant's leg.

"Hurry, Dirk."

He leaned over and pushed them completely off, then slowly stood up again with his hands at his sides.

There he stood, his feet surrounded by his limp jeans, standing very erect with a humongous cock striving to bolt upright, but being thwarted by his under pants.

"Ok, Dirk. Now your undies."

Dirk responded as fast as he could but he had much difficulty holding his enormous prick down while he tried to extract his underwear. But finally he got them down, too.

There he stood, clad from the waist up, standing at attention with his drawers at his feet, with the most magnificent penis pulsing proudly straight out before him. The awe in their eyes was readily apparent, and this from the viewpoint of kids who have seen only the grotesque monsters usually seen in low- grade porn videos. At this point in there lives they had not savored the real ones, six or so by an inch and a half or so. To them, an eight-incher was not unusual.

But Dirk was like nothing they had ever seem. It approached a full foot long and easily three inches across in the middle. The ruby head formed the most delightful crown peaking warily through the uncircumcised collar of foreskin. And it was so rigid. It seemed to twitch every few second. The penile skin hugged the staff so tautly that it shone in the glare of the sun shining through the window. Light blue veins wriggled across the unblemished surface forming exciting knots all along the smooth contours of the erectile creature.

Now it was the girls turn to have their jaws drop open and slaver lavishly in astonishment. In unison, they whispered, "My god!"

No one knows how long they all stood dumbly. In the interim, I'll review the scene. Dana, a comely lass, clad in a drooping robe parted in the middle, and Dawn, a slim, sensuously alluring virgin, lusciously au naturel, each stood with jaw agape and eyes riveted to Dirk's glorious and splendid erect manhood throbbing. And Dirk, dim witted as ever, stood at as rigid attention as his newly freed penis, also agape, leered at the succulent and exposed Venuses.

When any viewers patience would have been exceeded many- fold, Dawn sluggish moved forward, first one step, than another. Then another, until she was within an arms reach of that "thing." As if in slow motion, she reached up and out towards the monstrosity.

Without speaking a word, she extended one graceful digit and placed it upon the wand. For a few moments she rode on top of it as it danced up and down. Then another finger extended and rested next to the first, then another and another. They rested there for a few more moments before they slowly and sensually traced along the taunt upper surface from the middle to the base and then towards the cockhead. Then they flowed over the exposed cockhead creeping next to the foreskin, gentle slipping it back, watching the shiny moistness glisten in the suns rays. Then even further forward to the gaping entrance to the urethra.

As she finished tracing the cockhead around she ran her hand down to check out the loosely hanging testicles. They hung nearly six inches below the ever-present and attentive prick, in a soft, loose bag of skin. She had never felt balls before, so it was a puzzle when she had trouble grasping them. They felt like tennis balls made of gelatin. They were pliable and soft, yet turgid, exciting, for what they possessed.

Dirk was frozen in time, except for the heavy breathing, the heaving of his chest in time to the quivering of his manhood.

Then Dawn allowed her tiny hand to close around that stallion. Or at least she tried, for she still had half way to go. Her other hand then joined the first and together they retraced the initial explorations, again stopping just behind the retracted foreskin. Together, both hands barely encircled the surging cock.

She hesitated only a second. Then squeezed firmly and said, "Come, Dirk."

She pivoted daintily towards the stairs, virtually dragging the reluctant Dirk by the lead. He stumbled trying to step out of his clothes, almost causing Dawn to lose her grip, so perilous was it. But he recovered and followed obediently.

They were a few steps past Dana, when she recovered and cried, "Dawn. You can't do it."

"Like hell I can't. You can stay here, if you like, or you can come up and watch. I watched you before. I suggest you watch me now."

Dana needed no more argument. She bounded after the fleeing pair.

At the bedroom door, Dirk balked, but Dawn persisted. Now, she had the upper hand.

Dawn backed into the room pulling her diffident stud with both hands. At the edge of the bed she continued to pull him forward. She sat back, pulling him to the very edge. Apparently there would be no trouble getting him on the bed for as she scooted her hips back and spread her legs and tugged, he raised a knee and placed in on the edge. The other followed. He followed her further like a puppy dog, but this was no Oscar, no siree.

Dawn's breathing was more quick gasps. Her chest heaved causing her budding breasts to swell. Her nipples appeared painfully erect, striving to join the foray.

When they were safely ensconced on the bed, Dawn licked her lips and said, "Dirk, this is it. I have never had a man. Have you ever done this before?"

A furious head shake was the only response.

She lay back down, not releasing her grip, until Dirk could barely stay on his knees. Once close to toppling over on the young girl he resisted. In a flash Dawn reached up her lithe legs to encircle his waist, keeping her shoulders on the mattress and keeping her grip on that flailing staff.

It took her no more than a few seconds to scrunch herself into position so that the upraised stalk was pointed at her delicate genitals. With all her available strength she pulled his penis down and slowly clasped her legs tighter around his loins until the huge cockhead was nestled between her moist and awaiting labia. For a second she lost her grip and the stanchion flew up vibrating free. As it escaped it ran past her small erect and projecting clit. A shock coursed through her trembling body. With the wild fires burning ever more fiercely, she grasped the elephant again and returned it to it rightful place.

A quick squeeze of her legs lodged Dirk up against the willing, but unable, opening. The twinge she had felt when his cock had crossed her clit was such a delightful thing, she couldn't resist trying it again.

Taking great care to be sure she didn't lose her grip again she relaxed her legs and allowed his stiff penis to slip juicily up until it was right on the blossom. She held it there allowing the amazing quiver of it massage it. It seemed to have a life of its own, but it also took orders well. She found she could even force her little bud right into his opening.

The sensations were beyond her endurance. With a cry of delight she flung her tousled head back onto the mattress gasping in fierce, yet exquisite, delight.

Dana started, when she saw the spectacle in fear that Dawn was in pain, but she thought better and just stood by the bed engrossed in the erotic scene.

Dirk still was frozen in fear at his feelings and just knelt stiff in body, as well as cock. Dawn's slim hips had begun an extremely sensual grind around the captive pole, each revolution carrying her higher and higher in her ecstacy.

She surely would have been satisfied being allowed to orgasm in this manner, but Dana, who could not have know the utter joy that Dawn felt, could not stand seeing the poised penis still not enveloped. She just assumed that since Oscar had penetrated her, so should Dirk penetrate Dawn. So she imprudently reached in to assist. For a few minutes she stroked the glistening stave as it oozed over Dawn's delicate pink labia. Neither of the other parties seemed to notice or care that an intruder had arrived on the scene.

Then with a big sigh of envy she placed her whole hand on the fiery stalk and tried to push it downwards toward the yearning entrance to Dawn. She found that it would take a great deal of force, so she had to come close to Dirk and lean around him.

Dana's robe had fallen open long ago and she had entertained herself with manual stimulation during much of the preceding. So when she leaned against Dirk it was with her bare, warm flesh pressed against his side, still covered with a shirt.

The touch of this supple flesh startled Dirk, who up until this time had clamped his eyes tightly closed. One instant of seeing this lovely face near his, the softly parted lips breathing in the heights of passion, the naked breast pressed hard against him, that tiny little hand resting on his swollen manhood, caused him to groan and squirm in utter agony.

Dawn at once thought he was trying to get away and pulled even harder on him. These slight perturbations caused Dirk to lose his balance and he started to fall forwards. Dawn's legs propelled his and Dana's closeness prevented him from recovering.

Over he went. The only thing preventing him from falling full length on Dawn was his steel post, tightly engaged at the opening of Dawn's love-cave. For an instant he just slowly fell over. Until Dawn's raised hips landed on the bed. But Dirk kept coming. The full weight of Dirk's stocky body crashed down on that sturdy cock.

With a cry that would have brought dread to the most hard- hearted, Dawn tried to absorb his enormous cock in one earth- splitting stroke. She should have been rent from stem to stern, but nature allowed Dirk to penetrate several inches, absorbing a great deal of the energy.

Dana screamed in sympathy and began trying to throw Dirk off of her grievously attacked sister. Dawn's hands, so long preoccupied with capturing Dirk's cock, now flew up to also try and extricate Dirk. And she threw her legs off from their embrace. But something had snapped inside the poor devil. No mere mortal could keep him from his allotted task now. He had tasted the honey of passion and wanted to be slaked. He dug in to the immediate job at hand.

One arm flung Dana aside like a yelping puppy. Then both reached down to grasp the luscious orbs of Dawn's derriere. With a strength he could never have realized he possessed, he pulled himself closer to the goal before him. Another cry bubbled from the prone virgin.

His hips then pulled back an inch or so, allowing the cockhead to gather some of that lovely oily slaver so richly coating every crevice and cranny in that delicious haven. Then he plunged forward once again. The cry elicited this time was less that the first two.

Again he withdrew a short way. From across the bed where she had landed, Dana could see the sheen covering the first few inches of that mammoth penis as it slurped out, nearly escaping its tight confines.

Then he rammed home again. Dawn's response was more a groan that a cry this time, although her arms still were extended to hold this monster away. Her face, contorted in a mixture of agony and ecstacy turned towards Dana. For an instant, when Dirk withdrew this time, Dana saw a flutter from Dawn, then a brief smile, before the battering ram once again delved deep into her.

A wail of dismay came from Dana as she looked again and saw that about eight inches of this horribly gargantuan organ still showed from between those racked labial lips.

Then an improbable thing happened. To her utter amazement, Dana saw Dawn's out-stretched arms extend around Dirk. Her legs slid up and bent at the knees next to Dirk's heaving body, but they did not return to their original position. And she hear an indistinct gurgling from the lips of her sister.

As Dirk's desperately thrusting body increased in pitch and magnitude, Dana detected a returning of the motion by Dawn and grunts and groans of what could only be described as delight coming from her sister.

Dana's concern about Dawn's safety were relieved when she finally saw Dana's lovely slim legs rise over Dirk's thrusting rear and lock around his churning haunches.

Dana could only guess that what pain might have existed a few moments before was now gone. All Dawn could feel; was the delicious warm, firm stroking of a gigantic thing inside of her. She had so longed to have this part of her entered and savored, and now it was. She cared not that Dirk's face was screwed up in horrible determination, not love, for she couldn't see it. All she knew was that someone was reaching far inside of her, to her most innermost, deep and private place, the place she dreamed of exploring herself, but would never be able to do. She felt fulfilled.

Dana, though utterly fascinated by the goings on before her, had finally come to the realization that Dawn was indeed enjoying herself. Knowing that she was simply a bystander in this erotic play did not sit well with her. Her hands absently wandered over her budding breasts, playing casually with her tiny, erect nipples. While the heated action gained in intensity before her one hand crept down her lithe body, past her flat stomach and abdomen towards her genitals, radiating erotic sensations. The other cautiously reached out to the struggling couple. The space between the sweating bodies was obviously dangerous so she just watched in awe, but she let her hand slip around behind Dirk's flailing hips. She reached up underneath searching for something. She had wanted to again feel that awful manhood for herself, but instead she encountered the pendulous testicles dancing back and forth trying in vain to keep up with the pumping hips, but always they seemed to lag behind. She reached out to explore these wondrous creatures that seemed to have a life of their own.

No sooner had she began fondling these shy beings than an unearthly moan began, growing steadily louder and louder.

Dana felt the testicles contract and Dawn felt the initial shot of semen destined to penetrate her very soul. A hot searing flood followed. Not quite having reached her climax, Dawn could only strive to climb the last few yards as he just kept cumming and cumming. Neither girls quite knew what to expect, but somehow they both suspected that they were witnessing a phenomena seldom seen or felt.

For over three minutes Dirk poured forth inside of Dawn, totally oblivious to Dawn's unsatiated actions or Dana's wonder and wanderings. Poor Dawn was in desperate straits for she could begin to feel herself slide off of the mountain, back down towards the dreary real world. Not even this outpouring could nudge her over the edge. She tried to reinitiate the ferocious bucking of her hips and the delicious gliding and sliding of that wondrous shaft in her vagina, to no avail.

After his momentous flood any interested viewer would have expected Dirk to pull out, and smugly light up a cigarette the way guys do. But apparently he wasn't quite through yet.

He was still enlodged inside Dawn and he was still as hard as steel. Suddenly, with a grunt of satisfaction he began his ministerings again. The stallion was going to take Dawn for another ride!

With utter elation Dawn grasped him around the neck again, re-clutched his full loins and welcomed another onslaught. He started gently, with short strokes. Dawn tried to extract him on his up stroke so he would have momentum on his down, but didn't succeed. He just withdrew a short ways and slid back to the same place he has erupted.

He appeared to display no frustration at only being able to invade a few inches. But his still pulsing penis seemed eager and ready to fully penetrate Dawn's body. Steadily his horse-stabs grew longer. The added lubrication of his prolific ejaculation, finally assisting the eager couple.

Dirk seemed to pour his whole being into each monstrous stab now, and Dawn slowly, juicily and with obvious relish, absorbed more and more of the incredible staff. His plunges had met her involuntary resistance before, but she was slowly opening up allowing this gargantuan thing to delve further toward her soul. The wild, flailing thrusts were rewarded with the delicious, lubricated sliding of that gorgeous vein-studded, flaming penis in her creamy pink vagina.

Dawn shrieked with pleasure every time the huge flaming cock thrust into her. She squealed and murmur, urging the boy on, and them she started to pant. It was as if she couldn't get enough air.

This superb stallion found renewed energy somewhere and gave a cry of pleasure, redoubled his efforts. As the fantastic, scintillating penis slipped deeper into her, she arched her back and groaned, "My god!" Over and over he drove his glorious penis deeper and with each stroke both grunted in unison. As his strokes approached ten inches in length the penetration by his spectacular organ was very nearly complete.

It was the final lunge at the end of a superb eight inch stroke that did the trick. Both emitted muffled cries when that immense penis finally thrust home. Together, they froze in seemingly amazement. Dawn just had time to catch her breath when he began again. Again he filled her to the hilt.

As his long, stiff bull penis slid into Dawn's wanton body, her eyes got big and bright. She gasped sharply and groaned, "Oh, God! It's in. He's in me. Oh, God!"

And then, with a huge flash, the world exploded. With one magnificent plunge Dirk came with a heart-wrenching shriek. Dawn's response was far from muffled. As he struggled to unload another gigantic wad into her, her whole body stiffened and she went into a spasmodic orgasm. His swollen balls boiled up and erupted their contents inside of her womb until she could practically taste it. All Dawn know is that his hot slippery semen continued to spew and spurt inside of her for what seemed like eternity.

Unfortunately, after no more than a few moments, Dirk regained contact with the real world and practically tore himself out of Dawn and bolted upright with little regard for the gentle, giving creature beneath him. He, no doubt would have regained his feet and ran out of the room, but for two things ÄÄ his enormous cock was still rigidly at attention, he never could have managed his pants over that thing, and Dana was aroused. The former did not enter his mind as he was struggling up, but the latter performed a open field tackle that would have been the envy of any NFL defenseman.

The next anyone knew is that Dirk was sprawled on his back on the quaking bed and Dana was lying full length on top of him beginning to plant a tonsillectomy-kiss on the stricken boy. Dawn lay spent next to the engrossed pair.

He was gasping and Dana was panting. They were both drenched with perspiration, which made their bodies all slippery against each other.

When Dana finally felt a positive response from Dirk, that is, his struggling to break free finally petered out, she quickly got up off of him and sort of spun around on his stomach until she was facing that marvelous penis before her.

A slight string of drool escaped Dana's lips as she bent over his erect cock glistening in the light. Slowly she reached out, scarcely daring to touch it. She was fascinated by this bulging, hard stick, that pointed straight up. As she stared intently at his tool, she stopping just short of grabbing it.

Her eyes drop down to take in that funny lose sack that dangled between his legs and rested on the bed. Gently, she reached down and picked up his testicles, exploring each new wonder. After she had investigated each fold and lump, she eagerly allowed her hands to find and lock themselves around the base of his slowly throbbing penis. While still holding firmly with one hand, maybe to keep it from getting away, her other hand began a miraculous journey up the craggy sides, following fascinatingly a distended vein until it disappeared just beneath the base of his extremely long foreskin. As she continued up she squealed with delight as she found that his foreskin moved. Slowly she retracted it on its moist tracks until the wet cockhead was revealed in all of its glory. Her other hand was fascinated by every pulse in his body each bringing a new surge of blood to enlarge his organ.

Slowly she leaned over and sought to run her tongue over his stiff staff. She found the taste of Dawn still clinging to it delightfully sensuous. When she was about half way up his erection she heard Dirk moan and felt his hips begin a rhythmic pattern up and down on the soft bed. In just a short time his movement reached a fanatical pace. She had to hang on to keep from being bucked off.

She stopped in awe at what was before her. Then, in open mouthed amazement, Dirk's wad shot up, nearly hitting the ceiling. Then another gigantic shot surged upwards. For the longest time Dana and Dawn watched this magnificent performance, each succeeding ejaculation slightly less then the preceding one, until only a little oozed from him and ran down his proudly waving shillelagh.

Only one thing disappointed the girls, and that was that Dirk was unable or unwilling to do anything but lie there inertly, while Dana relieved Dirk.

When the ejaculations had finally subsided, Dana twisted around until once again she straddled his stomach and faced the lucky boy lying there.

"Have you ever been inside a girl before? Before Dawn, that is?" she asked him. He shook his head. She reached back and found his cock, still hard and hot and throbbing just behind her. She leaned back a bit so she could feel it press into the separation of her derriere. Dirk groaned a little bit at the contact. Dana leaned forward onto him and gave him a big, wet kiss right on the lips. Her tongue reached out and forced its way between his clinched lips. Almost reluctantly his hands came up to roughly stroke her back. Then they slid down and squeezed her so squeezable rear. Wordlessly, she knelt up and moved back, then crouched over him. His prick was stiffly erect, straining at about a forty-five degree angle from his abdomen. Reaching back, she grabbed his prick with one hand and lowered herself till it was against her awaiting labia, which was blood-swollen, incredibly moist, exquisitely sensitive and begging for attention. With a massive effort she forced herself down upon that magnificent elephantine eleven-inch cock. If it were not for the combination of Dirk's intact foreskin and Dawn's residual juices and his semen, liberally released just minutes before, thoroughly coating his cock and Dana's own self-preparation the effort might have been impossible. As it was, only his cockhead had entered that delightful and inviting cave after several minutes of fierce straining. Dogged determination and Dana's sheer weight forced more inside of her, until maybe a third of him was inside her. Dana paused. Under the urging of Dawn, now along side the laboring couple cheering them on, she tried to relax.

"Stop, Dana. Just stop and imagine yourself opening up. Imagine that beautiful cock filling your whole being. Close your eyes and pretend that it is someone else. Pretend it is me trying to work up inside of you. Relax and let me in, Dana. Relax."

After a few minutes of silence, punctuated only by a quiet groaning from the boy under her, and motionlessness, except for his continuing efforts, Dana took a deep breath. She held it for a moment and let it out, whispering, "Come in, Dawn. I am waiting for you. Come into me, my love."

At that Dawn leaned over and planted a moist kiss on Dana's lips. She would have held it for a long time, but she felt Dana's body go rigid as she withdrew from Dirk. She pulled herself completely off of him.

With her weight off of him, Dirk's hips began bouncing up and down on the bed like a pile driver. He would never have found his haven again if Dawn had not reached down and grasped that stupendous prick in her hands. With all of her strength she tried to hold it steady, resisting the temptation to fondle it again.

"Now, Dana. Now lower yourself back down. I'll hold him still."

She quickly engaged that engorged cock and eased herself down slowly enveloping the raging bull. This time he slipped in half way. With a gigantic sigh, Dana withdrew again and quickly pressed down again. He slipped in further. Several more times she pulled him out and slid back over him until finally she sank down until he was nearly all the way in.

"Aaaarrrrgggg. That feels so good, Dawn. Now, move around in me."

The feeling of his prick sliding inside of her was like having a long-time itch scratched. His prick had spread and opened her, filling a void that somehow she hadn't even known existed, until then. She moved her slender hips in time with her emotions while his hips rammed that stiff, throbbing cock up, relentlessly up, at a feverish pace, with no consideration for her needs or desires. She could feel him spasm as she continued to press down as hard as I could on him and feel his cock sliding in and out of her. A low animal growl began in her abdomen and rose in pitch and volume as her orgasm soared in her. She made no effort to keep quiet. But long before she had played out, the thoughtless boy beneath her had exploded with a grotesque grunt and sent yet another surge of semen coursing though his prick, destined for the holy place. It shot out, bolt after amazing bolt. It not only entered Dana, it permeated every nook and cranny of her delightful vaginal cavity. All she knew was the shattering, shredding pleasure ripping through her passionate little body. His prick swelled inside her and throbbed and jerked for a few minutes. Dana toiled to reach the pinnacle of her orgasm by continuing to move her hips around Dirk. But he grabbed her and pulled her down on him, holding her motionless. For a time they lay there, Dana sprawled across Dirk contacting as much of his body as she could. Unfortunately, in his tight clutches, all she could do was keep twitching her hips and rolling a little, as his spent penis finally shrunk and collapsed. A thick mixture of juices, his and her's, seeped out of her vagina.

Dawn had one hand busily at work on herself trying to catch up with Dana, the other toying with Dirk's flagging balls. Dawn, sensing her sister's unsatiated anguish, groaned in disappointment at the turn of events. Could that have been what finally "awoke" the boy? Because with no warning he suddenly and ruthlessly threw the poor, unslaked girl off of him like a rag doll and hurled himself off the bed. In a flash he ran down the stairs, hurriedly put on his clothes and bolted out the door.

For a moment Dana lay there kind of in a stupor, the slimy oozings still extruding from her now empty vagina. Dawn leaned over to look at her. She smiled seeing her laying there, her flawless breasts still heaving, and a near- gratified look on her lovely flushed face. As a matter of fact, Dana's entire body was blushing a deep glowing pink.

"Did you like it, Dana?"

"Yah, I've forgotten the beginning, and the end, thank goodness. That wasn't too great. Don't men have any consideration at all? I have the distinct feeling that he wouldn't have done anything differently if I had been a plastic dummy. He was so intent on satisfying himself that nothing else mattered. The fact that he might give me pleasure never entered his mind. Most of the time, at least until the very end, I really enjoyed what I was doing to him. That made me feel even better. I never detected any response from that guy except an urge to squirt. Do you suppose I was mistaken?"

"I don't know. It seemed like that to me also, but then I didn't care much. It felt nice having that great big thing inside of you, didn't it? Did it hurt you? And what did it feel like to you when he squirted? It sure hurt when he jammed it in me the first time, but that feeling went away. It sure felt good having him move around inside. I have always dreamed about going in myself. Doesn't that seem kinky?"

"No. I guess we have no secrets anymore, do we?"

Before Dawn could agree they heard the door bell again.

"Damn, do you suppose Dirk is back?" Dawn laughed.

Dana didn't, but she hopped off the bed and groaned, "What time is it? Don't you remember we were doubling with Ken and Sean this evening?" A quick glance at the clock radio confirmed her worst fears.

"Let's ignore it. They'll go away," she continued.

"No, we can't do that. They're nice guys. I'll go down and let them in. They can watch TV while we get ready."

"But I don't want them here. I am still high from that darned Dirk running away too soon. I want to make love to you, Dawn."

"You get ready, Dana. Leave everything to me," Dawn said over her shoulder as she ran out of the room pulling on her robe at the same time.

The door bell was still ringing as she opened it, breathing heavily from the exertion, and maybe something else, who knows.

"Hi, Sean. Hi, Ken. Sorry, to make you wait. You know how girls are. You'll have to come in and entertain yourself while we get ready. Hope you don't mind."

"Hi, Dawn."

"Hiya. No, we don't mind."

The boys were both about thirteen, nice clean-cut American teens from the upper crust. Neither would win any beauty or body-builder contests, but both were good athletes at their school. The girls had been "going" with them for about a year now. Nothing serious, except to them. The boys had tried to fool around with them, but it never amounted to more than some mild french kissing and heavy breathing. Clearly, the boys were not as "worldly" as they would like you to believe. But they were nice kids.

"Say, who was that guy we saw running away from here? It looked like he was still putting on his clothes."

"Don't know about that, but he was just delivering some Chinese stuff. Here it is. There's enough for all. Help yourself."

As Dawn pointed towards the food on the table next to the door, lonely and forgotten, her robe fell open revealing not only her lovely slim legs, but that delicious triangle where they met. Ken, her date, did a double take, but Sean had not seen.

Dawn turned to leave the boys, revealing even more in her wake, when Ken, the older and dominant one, burst out, "Dawn, wait a minute."

"Yeh?" and stopped.

"Uh... Hey, Sean. Could you go out... Just a minute," and went over to whisper something in his ear.

After a moment, he muttered, unconvincingly, "Oh, darn, I forgot something. I've got to run home and get something. "I'll be right back."

"Sure, take your time. Dana will probably need an half hour to shower, etcetera.

"What did you want, Ken?"

"Well, I... Uh..." he stammered, until Sean had shut the door.

"I just thought you looked so beautiful I wanted to kiss you," and rushed over to the young girl, still sporting an open robe.

He grabbed her roughly around the waist and drew her to him tightly. His kiss was strangely urgent, Dawn thought, but when she felt his cold belt buckle against her bare flesh, she knew why.

She struggled to escape his grasp, but strangely enough she didn't struggle very hard. She was no match for Ken, but she knew that he would obey her orders, if she should choose to give them.

"Oh, Dawn, I love you," he whimpered, gasping for breath. He pulled back to look into her eyes, trying to sense her feelings.

"Ken, I like you, too, but don't be so rough. You don't hurt someone you love, do you?"

That took him back. He released her and stepped back, expecting Dawn to back away. Dawn hesitated for a long time staring into his brown, puppy-like eyes, before she move close to him again. This time she did the kissing. For an instant, he seemed to crumple. It took all of her strength to hold him up. She was sure he had fainted. Then she pulls away again and sits down on the couch.

"Here, Ken, you better sit down, too."

With obvious relief he plops down and grabs Dawn, practically climbing on her trying to kiss her again.

"Back off, Ken. We've plenty of time. Here let's get your clothes off."

Ken, caught up in the whirlwind of new emotions and experiences, hurriedly disengages himself and tears his clothes off, babbling all the while that Sean is going to be back and Dana will come down and Dawn's parents will barge in.

Dawn tries to reassure him that nothing will happen as Dana sloughed off her robe.

"Relax, big guy. You'll hurt me if you're too rough."

With his clothes off, he is even more impatient. He roughly gropes for her breasts. Dawn is practically stretched out on the sofa trying to stay the impulsive boy.

When his crude hands finally find her delicate nipples and squeeze them she cries in pain and musters enough force to throw him off the edge of the sofa.

"Now you stay there until you can be gentle, Ken. This has gone too far. You aren't going to rape me and that's that."

That seemed to calm the boy. He just sort of sat there next to the Dawn as she rolled over so her back was facing him.

Finally, marshalling his courage Ken moves up and lies quietly against Dawn, close, pressing his chest against her back, cradling her body. It was a nice touch. Only when he was sure he was not being rebuffed did he reached around her to cup her small, girlish breasts in his hands, stroking and massaging them, gently this time, feeling her nipples erect. Then he moved his hand down toward her groin, pressing into the soft hairs, against the mons and stroking gently, too.

She responded by pushing her buttocks back against him, parting her legs in the process, raising her leg and lazily resting it on his hip. Then, in an assertive way, she reached between her legs and took his cock, now fully erect, in her hand, guiding it to, but not into, her. She slowly moves his penis around between her legs, rubbing it in a slow, circular motion against her labia. Not being able to reach her clit, she titillates it with her own hand and continues to work Ken into her fluid labia.

When he shifted his position slightly in an obvious effort to slide himself into her, she pushed the shaft back, then whispered, "Uh-uh. Not there. I want you somewhere else." Why not all sorts of first today, she thought.

As she was relishing these thoughts, she reaches down further and places the head of his cock right in the middle of her anus, then rubbed it back and forth across the opening.

"But I want to fuck you, Dawn," Ken protests.

"Just do it. I want to feel your cock inside my ass," she said softly. She rubbed the cockhead a few more times against the opening. "Mmm, Ken, I want it deep inside my ass."

After some moments of flailing around it was clear that his inexperience combined with their difficult position would get them nowhere so she said, "Ken, get up for a second."

When he reluctantly had stood up she slipped her lovely legs off of the sofa until she was kneeling on the floor. She turned around for just an instant to glance at his erect penis standing before him. She leaned over, planted a kiss on the tip of it and whispered, "Enjoy yourself, my friend."

The she turned back leaning down so her upper body was resting on the seat.

"Now kneel down and have at it."

He scrunched down and grabbed his cock with one hand and placed the other on her lovely ivory tail quivering before him. He placed the head of his cock against the pooching rosebud and pressed.

"Not too hard, now, Ken. I haven't done this before."

"God, neither have I," he grunted in a panic, finally realizing what was before him.

Even though his cock was already greased from being rubbed between her moist labia lips his strenuous pushing and probing could not gain him entrance.

Dawn reached under herself and grasped the rock-hard cock, pressing it against the very center of it. "Now push hard. Push real hard."

Ken grabbed her upper thighs and slowly pulled themselves together. Slowly, ever so slowly, the cockhead spread the lips apart overcoming the sphincter. Dawn cried in pain and stiffened.

"Am I hurting you?"

"A little," she replied, punctuated by a gasp of breath. "But oh, it feels so good! Don't stop.

"Slowly. Work it in slowly." She shifted her hips slightly to accommodate the unaccustomed presence of something inside her rectum.

"Maybe it would help if you rubbed my breasts some more."

He stopped his straining and reached under her groping for her luscious bosoms. Quickly, he found them and massaged them as best he could in his excitement. At the same time he leaned over and snuggled against her, burying his face in her sweet-smelling tresses. Then he softly kissed the nape of her neck.

"I can't believe how good this feels for me, Dawn."

"Are you in all the way?" she gasped. "I feel like I've been split in two!"

"Just a little more," he replied as he pressed forward some more. When he moved it felt like he was in a vise as her sphincter muscle spasmed.

Then with a lunge, he was buried. Fire rippled along her nerves and she moaned out loud. She babbled, twisting her ass against him, feeling his body up against her buttocks as tight as he could get.

The boy was a captive of his urges and her body now. His hips jabbed in and out of her uncontrollably.

"Oh, it's so hot! So good!" he mumbled, thrusting into her.

He was having trouble keeping his balance, she was churning so, but he valiantly humped on, never missing a stroke.

He continued kneading her breasts, kissed her neck and shoulders while his stiff phallus slowly entered and withdrew from her. He knew the entry had been somewhat painful for her, but he had long since forgotten that in light of the exquisite thrills associated with the current state of affairs. The walls of her rectum were warm and smooth against his cock. From time to time, she contracted her anus around the sheathed sword, each time sending a chill up his spine.

The anal contractions were having a tremendous effect on the boy. "I'm going to come. I feel close already."

"No! Please, don't come yet! You just put it in, you haven't really got me up yet. Can you hold off?"

"I'll try. I can't tell you how good it feels!"

Another luscious contraction proved to be overwhelming.

"Ohhh, I'm cumming for sure, now," he pleaded.

"No, you won't. If you do, I'll never let you do this again!"

But, alas, he could do nothing. He shuddered and shot into her bowels, filling her rectum with his seminal fluids.

"Oh... I'm cummingggggg!!!" he screeched, forgetting everything, but the fantastic sensation. His many amateurish masturbatory attempts were nothing like this. Her ass sucked at his prick, squeezing it like a vise, and he filled it with himself.

Within moments he had spent himself and fell over on her as the pent up air escaped him.

Dawn, still scaling that orgasmic peak could only resort to the ever-present self-relief and in a few strokes tries to bring herself to a climax. She was practically delirious, and sank forward in ecstasy, her vagina throbbing, her rectum clutching at the rapidly shrinking cock.

A muffled cough from the other side of the room shocked Ken into attention. It was Sean, returned from his "duty," totally enthralled, ogling the erotic scene before him. One hand tried to stifle any noise, the other trying to stifle an erection.

Before he could utter a sound he saw Dana come up behind him, wrap her arms around his slender body and grab at the swelling in his pants. "And just what are you doing here, Sean? I've been watching you peeping at these two. Shame on you."

Sean blushed beet red. He almost looked like he was going to try to turn and leave the room, but Dana held him fast.

Come on in and let's see what there is to see.

She only had to drag him in a few feet before he lost his reserve and eagerly followed. He wasn't sure what was to happen, but if it was anything like what had happened to Ken, be would be willing to sacrifice himself.

Dana, having showered, had heard the commotion downstairs and had not bothered to don anything save the old faithful robe. In one quick movement she sat on the sofa, next to her smiling sister and ordered Sean to knee before her.

"Interested in this, Sean?" she said as she parted her robe giving the flustered boy a unobstructed, closeup view of her beautiful naked body.

"Gosh," he breathed, staring at her. "Wow!" his gaze was locked on her luscious breasts. As he watched, she slowly parted her legs, revealing her pinkish genitals and said, "How about this?"

Then she reached down with her hands and seductively spread the labia revealing the juicy interior.

"Have you...have you ever seen a cunt before, Sean?" Dana asks, her voice hoarse. She felt an electric thrill of excitement and power at exposing herself to the boy, watching his eyes glaze with desire.

"No... no, ma'am, just in pictures," the boy stuttered. "Can I..." he stopped.

"Can you what?"

Silence.

"Can you kiss it? Sure you can, Sean. I would like you to do that very much."

"Well.... I didn't want to do that..."

"Well, I want you to. If you expect anything else, you better do that."

He hesitantly leaned forward, eyeing what was before him with some trepidation. "Do I have to?" he whined.

"If you don't, you can leave now and I'll let Ken do it."

That seemed to do it for he took in a deep breath and leaned closer.

"But first, Sean, I suggest you take your clothes off before you mess them up.

In a shot, he was up and his clothes were gone. A stiff erection stood out before him. He looked down at it and slowly took it into his own hand pointing it right at Dana.

"If you are going to do it yourself, you won't need me, will you?"

Finally, it all got through his poor thick male head, that Dana had a vested interest in the proceedings, too. He kneeled back down and indelicately stuck his face into her crotch. For a few moments he literally kissed her labial lips, but scarcely more. Then, something seemed to snap as he hesitantly probed his tongue to them and snuggled down in them like he was actually enjoying it.

At about this time, Dawn had recovered and was absorbed in watching the goings on next to her. She had gotten up and sat back down on the sofa, resting her pert buns on her legs beneath her. Ken just sort of stood there in a trance, his penis slowly returning to its attentive position as Sean became more and more dedicated to the task at hand.

It was too much for he blurted out, "Dawn, can I do that to you?"

For an instant, Dawn paused, then wordlessly she slipped her legs out from under her and let them dangle over the edge. That way she could still watch the pair next to her. The thrill showing on Dana's face as she leaned her head back on the back of the sofa was too much to miss.

Ken, with a zest at least equal to Sean's dove in. Now both girls flung their heads back as their passions were being aroused once again.

Then Sean raised his head. He still knelt between her thighs uncertainly. He knew what to do. The boys at school had laughed about it, and he had seen pictures. But actually doing it was far different! He held his cock in his hand and pointed it at the gaping wet mouth of her vagina. "I...would you help me? I'm not sure... I've never done this before," he said miserably.

"Oh, darling... here, I'll help you," Dana said. She reached out, guiding his drooling penis to her heated vagina. "Just put it where your tongue was and move it back and forth. You'll get the hang of it," she crooned. She opened herself for him with one hand and guided his turgid cock with the other.

"Aaaaaaggghhh," Sean groaned as the head of his penis slipped into her. It was incredible, feeling the hot moist labia grasping his penis, not like his cold shaking hand.

With a grunt he thrusts forward. He enters her, pushing slowly until he is buried fully the very first time. For a long time he savorys the feeling, the feeling all young boys yearn for more than anything. His mind is racing trying to remember all of the things he probably should be doing, but all that seems to come through is to excite that sensation of the stroking of his penis. To this end he draws back out, gasping at the sensations tingling up through his body. Then forward again. Then out again and forward. In and out. In and out. Faster and faster.

"I'm fucking!" he yelled. "I'm doing it! I'm fucking your cunt!"

Dana's concentration on her own ecstacy is nearly broken by this childish outburst.

He could feel his cum surging forth. Somewhere back in the dusty regions of his passion-racked brain he knew that girls didn't want a guy to cum immediately and he did want to make Dana happy, but his body was not his own.

Dana feared his stroking was too fast, too soon and tried to ease him back by reaching up and putting her legs around him, but even that could not restrain the youthful, self-centered exuberance.

Sean grunted with his feeble effort not to climax. His hands were now clamped on her breasts, using them as handles, as he flailed back and forth between her thighs. He could feel her vagina clasping and unclasping around his cock.

Then, suddenly, he felt his ejaculation on him and knew there was nothing he could do about it.

"I'm cumming!" he sobbed, as he slammed his elated body against her. He thought for an instant that Dana should be cumming, too, but his senses were blocked by the roar of his own orgasm. His little balls lifted and blew, shooting his thick young semen into her. He felt like it was spilling out of his guts. He couldn't remember cumming like this when he jacked off!

"Oh...what's happening? It won't stop, ohhh!" And he fell against her, his hips still twitching weakly as he still feebly ejaculated into her.

Dana, hesitant to hurry things along before this, now allowed her hips to move, adding a twist or two along the way. She bucked her hips up to his and rolled on him, feeling his penis still and lifeless. She rode it for all she was worth.

But it was over for Sean, and just started for her. "Oh, well," she thought, as she put her arms around him, collapsed on her chest, smoothing his hair, running her hands lasciviously over his slim young hips.

"Oh, Dana! God, it was great!" Sean mumbled into her neck. He was drained but happy!

She glanced over at the pair next to her and met Dawn's eyes gazing back in disappointment. "Nice pair we have here, isn't it?" they seemed to say.

Dana lay back. Her body was still burning. The feeling of being led part way up the delicious mountain, and then being abandoned was depressing.

Although both boys were spent, they were, nonetheless boys.

Dawn began first. She began to whisper sweet nothings in Ken's ears and sensuously trace lewd pictures on his back, carefully explaining exactly what she was doing. In no time, Ken had perked up and was returning the fondling, albeit a good deal more clumsily.

A deep moan escaping Ken's youthful lips first aroused Sean. As he turned to see what was going on, Dana said, "Let's not them get ahead of us, Sean."

The poor kid was trembling all over after a few minutes of Dana's ministerings. Dana could feel his incipient manhood already begin to expand and swell as he lay on her. She was all set to boost him up and have him enter her again, when she heard Dawn murmur, "Have him stick it in your rear. It's great."

Although the thought had never really appealed to her, she had seen it on the videos, but they hadn't been a turn-on, but she figured that Dawn was a good and fair judge. It would soon be clear would who reap the benefits of this judgement, too.

Sean raised his head and looked into Dana's bright eyes. When their lips met, her tongue went right for his tonsils. She ground her abdomen into him slowly, sensuously, creating the same stirring that he had just lost.

She was excited, too, as she continued to feel his growing, and she slipped her hand between their clasped bodies and quickly located it. Her tongue searched every nook and cranny inside his eager mouth as she slowly stroked him back to full hardness.

He lifted his head, smiled, then moved his hands to her buttocks, feeling that delightfully firm and flawless mounds. He squeezed the globes between his fingers, prying them apart, exposing her anus to the uncaring seat of the sofa.

"What are you doing, young man?" she sniped, with glee.

"I saw Ken do this and I want to, too. I have always wanted to do this," he replied, searching for her anus with his finger and, upon finding it, pressing inward slightly, not penetrating her, but letting her know that he was eager to play back there.

She squeezed his cock tightly, then released it, before working her hand toward the cockhead and squeezing it firmly once more.

She was slowly masturbating his cock now, alternating the squeezing with up and down movements of her hand.

But she had not done this more than a few time when she sensed that he was ready to cum again.

"Quick. Get off and I'll turn over."

He was off in a flash standing poised for a totally new and rewarding experience and he knew it.

She rolled over until she was resting on the sofa seat. No amount of inexperience could have impeded the forthcoming events. Dana's alabaster body lay totally exposed on the sofa, with her lovely firm buttocks presenting the guide rails toward the target clearly discernable before the trembling boy standing poised with his rigid cock stuttering and stabbing in the air before him. Slowly and with a great outflow of breath he lowered himself to his knees, almost in submission. His rigid penis was at exactly the right height. He nuzzled the cockhead against the presenting mark and gentle pushed in.

At first only a little of him was allowed in. Dana gasped, wonder what in the world Dawn saw in this, but allowed Sean to persist. Somewhere in the far reaches of her body she felt a new tingling that she liked. She slowly gyrated her hips hoping to help the poor boy penetrate further.

It worked. With a grunt he pushed harder and slipped in an inch or two.

He seemed to stick there, probably due to fear on both their parts. She remembered that in the videos, the men liked the women to talk dirty so she thought, why not.

"I'm opening it for your cock, Sean. Your big beautiful, beautiful cock. It's hungry for you inside there. Please put it all the way in. Please!"

He responded immediately by withdrawing the glistening cock from Dana. Unfortunately, it slipped out much to their chagrin.

"Ohhhh, put it back in. Put it back in, now!"

He moved the head of his cock back up to the between the widely opened cheeks, which Dana had reached up and spread. As he touched the splayed anus with his penis, she cried out, "Ahhhhh!"

His only response was a practical, "It seems awful tight."

"I can take it. I don't care if it hurts. Just put it in slowly. Oh, yes... slowly... Ahhhh! I can feel it going inside me, Sean."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No! Please!" she cried simultaneously with a loud breath. "Just keep easing it like you are. Oh! It feels so big, so huge."

Both Dawn and Ken were enjoying the close encounter next to them. But Dawn was not willing to settle for that. Ken was abruptly reminded of the business at hand before him by the firm and not too gentle grip of Dawn on his own staunchly erect cock.

He needed little motivation. He put his arms around the back of her neck and pulled himself up to kiss her on the lips, hard.

It was a long time before he calmed the frantic mindless probing of his tongue and became less demanding and urgent, and then the kiss became sweet, as well as passionate.

He kissed her again and his hands slid back over her shoulders. She released his cock and grabbed him around the waist. She could feel that iron-hard young cock throbbing against her. He pressed closer and the kiss got deeper. Tongues got into the action again.

Within a few minutes, they were running their hands all over each other. She trapped his leg between her thighs and rubbed her labia up and down on his leg.

"Put your hands on my breasts," she said quietly. He complied with trembling fingers, sliding his hands down to her breast, just letting his fingertips rest on them. After a few seconds, he began moving his palms over them, sort of learning their curves and contours. Finally, he pressed them slightly, then cupped them. It was incredibly sensual to her. She felt heat in her belly.

She took his hand and led his fingers to her nipple. She pushed his fingertips the erect tip and compressed them a little. He didn't need much coaching after that. He grasped the other nipple and began gingerly pinching and pulling them. Each touch and movement sent a lurching spasm through her belly. Her eyes half closed and she smiled.

Finally, he bent and started suckling one nipple. He ran his tongue over the tip, quickly.

By that time the clutching couple was pretty well draped over the sofa. He had rolled onto his side, though, to allow his cock to stand straight out. It throbbed in time with his rapidly beating heart.

He crawled over her and continued madly kissing and licking all over her breasts, pausing only to take one nipple or the other between his lips and suck crazily. She took one of his hands in her's and led it down over her quivering belly down to her soft pubes and guided him in his explorations. She carefully taught his fingers the way to her clit and once he found it, he dallied and was fascinated by the effect his combined licking and fingering had on her.

His finger found the vagina and slid in. He gasped, "It's so wet and hot!"

She could feel his throbbing cock against her thigh. She then rolled him over until he was back on top of her and arduously slipped down until she was half off the sofa. By then he was kneeling before her.

For a brief, so very brief, moment, he was reminded of her loveliness, for indeed, Dawn was a beauty. Her skin, soft and warm, her graceful curves so perfect that in the dim light they looked as though they were carved out of marble.

But Ken's eyes were now in his hands as he slowly worked his way up her smooth legs, touching her ever so lightly with his tongue. As he approached her inner thighs she began wriggling and slid down even further down in the sofa as if to meet his mouth on the way up.

But he moved up and kissed her neck gently. Their lips came together and her tongue worked its way swiftly into his eagerly awaiting mouth. He put his arm around her neck and the hand on her shoulder moved carefully downward. Slowly it hand crept towards her firm breasts gently stroking her neck on the way down. Her silky skin was moist and cool as he touched it.

He was sweating profusely as his hand again slipped down, ever downwards. His mouth followed closely behind.

Dawn pulled her knees up and apart and encouraged him to started kissing his way down into the awaiting and inviting vee offered to him. His breath was like fire on her exposed labia lips and throbbing clit.

"You'll have to help me find the right spots," moaned.

"I will, but you're doing fine, just fine," she murmured throatily.

And indeed he was. His tongue went into the hollows between her thighs and swollen labia. When he shifted from one side to the other, his breath and sometimes the tip of his tongue just barely grazed her and that tantalizing touch made her groan and grind her hips. She was writhing, trying not to escape his tongue. She arched her back and bringing his face closer to her sweetness.

He cupped his hands around the smooth cheeks of her buns and held her tightly. He lifted her and pulled her to his lips and kissed her firmly.

Then, seemingly abandoning any shyness, he stuck his tongue inside of her and began to work it in and out.

A few quick strokes and she growled, "Higher!" guiding him up. "Lick there, ahhh, right there!"

As he reached it her body quavered and squirmed. Her scent seemed excite him even more. Gently, he let her down and moved his tongue up her supple body to her breasts. As he reached them he felt her twist and reach down to grab his cock firmly.

He was panting so heavily that Dawn was afraid he was going to come just kneeling there. He was to excited to delay any longer. He apparently thought so too, because be whined, "I'm going to cum again, Dawn. Help me." And backed away from her.

She sat up with difficulty and leaned over grabbing him by the head with both hands, kissed him real hard on the lips and said, "Don't you dare. You wait for me." And pushed the helpless boy over on his back. He landed with a crash, but he was clearly not hurt as his cock still waved.

She was on him in a flash, pinning his shoulders to the floor, straddling him with her knees. She trapped his cock between his belly and her genitals and stroked along it a few times. The underside of his prick, turned upward, dragged over her blood-rich clit.

Recovering, he pulled her down so her face was against his neck and her chest crushed against his. She reached around behind herself and held his steel-stiff cock steady while she slid backward.

One quick slide and she had engaged his hungering member. He groaned in ecstacy as she slid further down on him taking him fully inside of her in one motion.

She held still for a few seconds savoring the moment.

Unfortunately, when she started moving forward again it was all over for Ken. With an loud cry he came in her. He was jerking and spasming inside her and groaning. Meaningless babble escaped him.

In a few moments he subsided and she felt his precum seep out of her and drip down on him.

Dawn hadn't reached her orgasm yet, and she continued to churn her body up and down on him she groaned in anguish as she felt his cock quickly begin to shrink. And all to soon it slipped from her yearning vagina.

For a long time she continued humping against his flaccid body, but he soon tired of it and encouraged her to get off of him.

In the mean time, Sean was busy with Dana. He could not take his eyes off of his cock as he saw it slowly move into Dana's expanding sphincter, while Dana moaned and groaned. She kept her hips quite still, making him do all the work this time. Then the cockhead was completely swallowed again.

"I'm in again," he cried. "Oh, shit, does that feel good!"

"Yah, it feels good. But go slowly and don't fall out again, please."

As the young boy continued the pressure, feeling her anus tighten its grip, the rigid shaft inched inward. Dana was beside herself once more, making animal sounds.

Then he was half-way in, and then suddenly all the way in. Dana was moaning softly, from deep within her throat.

"It's in all the way," he cried with a sound of satisfaction in his tone.

And as she contracted around him, he continued, "Mmm, I like that," and his hips began moving even as he spoke.

Dana managed to work her hand under herself and back to her clit. Her manual stroking was much slower and more deliberate compared to his intense churning.

"Damn, it feels so gooood!" he moaned and increased his pumping with long, hard strokes that plunged inside her.

"It feels so damn good!" he wailed, his strokes now getting shorter and faster.

Then all too soon he let our a scream and jammed himself all the way into her and held fast, his fluids pouring into her anus.

He fell onto her, with his cock still in her rear. He sort of embraced her like that, in silence, planting soft kisses moist on her neck as he cupped her breasts in his hand and gently kneaded the pliant flesh.

Both boys had spent themselves again, while the girls were still languishing somewhere up the side of the orgasmic mountain, disappointed and dejected.

Ken, who had finished first and shrugged the unsubmissive Dawn off of him scrambled up off the floor and said, "Man, I've gotta go, its late. You coming with me, Sean?"

The affirmative reply disappointed both girls who would really have like some more activities. But all they could do was plaintively protest to deaf ears. One only feared that they now had all of the ammunition they needed to return to their peers and be welcomed as heros. They disappeared nearly as fast as Dirk had done less than an hour ago.

For a long moment the girls lay partly in dejection and partly basking in a delicious glow. Slowly Dawn got up off the floor and sat next to Dana.

She moved over and leaned down until her face was just a few inches from Dana's and whispered throatily, "Dana, I love you," and leaned further until their lips touched.

"Hold it, Dawn, let's go back up stairs."

It took some doing, but eventually they made it by half carrying each other.

When they got back to the bedroom, Dana told Dawn, "You lie here and just let me look at you for a while."

Dawn complied and smiled up at the beautiful glowing features of her sister gazing at her. Dana kissed Dawn tenderly on her lovely smile. Slowly she slipped her tongue out to part Dawn's ruby lips. For an few moments they toyed with each other. Then with a groan as earnest as anything she could muster, Dana intensified her kiss pouring her soul into it.

Dana backed off. She slowly let her gaze drop down and take in Dawn's whole body. Then her soft, delicate hands also took the same trip. "My, my," she whispered as her hands gently fondled her ripening breasts. Dawn's nipples still erect seemed to reach out to greet Dana's touch. Her warm hands then traced Dawn's youthful contours to her slim hips. Then she carefully took Dawn's hands and placed them on her own small breasts. No encouraging was needed to persuade Dawn to return the playful excursion.

The tingling sensations were driving Dawn crazy and when Dana reached around and enveloped Dawn's small, but firm, buttocks and stretched further to trace between her legs, she thought she could stand no more. She tensed.

That seemed to halt Dana's dallying. But Dawn caught the hint and protested as adamantly as she could. "Dana, I have never felt so wonderful, so needed and so wanted as I did just now. Just these little touches bring more pleasure than that whole time with Dirk. Please don't stop. Please."

At that Dana let her hand creep down to Dawn's loins. She felt herself get sort of wobbly as Dawn followed suit. She closed her eyes and felt the tingling between her legs. Her hand gently stroked around the juicy labia fondling every wrinkle as if it was the last time she would be there. It was Dawn who first reached the uppermost fold hooding that delicate creature that when properly stimulated could raise a woman to heights no man could imagine. The electricity flashed through them as they writhed and squirmed and moaned in unison under the exquisite instinctive, yet caring touch of each other. Their own desires reflected in their own actions. Each mirroring the other.

As the animal noises grew louder and louder, Dana slipped a hesitant finger inside of Dawn's hot vagina, all slimy with her own and Dirk's fluids. But she never left that delightful clit as she slid inside.

Then when they seemed near to the peak of ecstacy, Dana released her probing hand and turned around so that she straddled Dawn and buried her innocent young face into the awaiting folds of pink. Dawn, anticipating this move, helped her move and when Dana had turned completely around she reached up to enfold each firm buttock and pulled herself up until she could tenderly kiss her way slowly up the inside of Dana's leg to the awaiting sensitive engorged rumple of lusting flesh. Then she, too, immersed her own face in the honey-scented genitalia poised over her. Dana shivered and goose-bumps appeared on her delicate thighs. They each snuggled into the innermost fold of labia until their faces were covered with girl-cum. Their tongues glided out to probe the turgid fleshy lips, searching for other ways to bring joy to the other. In one fell swoop, they felt themselves depart the world of children and enter the sensuously enchanting world of lovers. The first touch of the other's tongue on their private parts caused them no anxiety, although just a few hours ago it would have been unthinkable. They writhed and twisted in a frenzy.

Lasciviously their warm tongues continued to invade the other's every fold and recess, bringing hot saliva to moisten and oil, and leaving a tingling they had never imagined in their wildest dreams.

The sensations were exquisite. They uttered not a word as their warm lips and tongues played games of passion on the other's genitals.

All the while they were orally stimulating each other, their hands were not idle. They had crept around to each other's buttocks and were slowly and sensuously stroking them, not in a lewd way, but like caressing a delicate flower. They didn't miss a contour. The feeling aroused them even more, if that was possible. In unison they nodded, like urging the other on, sending additional shivers of passion down their spines. They nuzzled deeper in the other's crotch. Dana took the next step as she ever so gently touched Dawn's clit with the very tip of her tongue, sending shudders threw both of them. Dawn let out a growling moan. Then, quickly Dawn followed her sister's lead and let her moist tongue delicately probe until she, too, finally found Dana's clit, which had swollen to visible size and was peeking out from under the protective fold. Eventually, they again found each other's clit and indulged themselves in mutual stimulation of that delightfully sensitive organ. Dana involuntarily arched her back under the urging of Dawn's warm hands still massaging her buns. Sharp cries erupted as an intense flash coursed through them.

The scene was marvelous and lascivious beyond imagination. It was almost like a soft, warm, pink and white, luscious creature was eroticizing herself on a life-sized mirror. The smoothly rising ivory breasts were each crowned with a delicious, little pink nipples, arrogantly erect. The smooth white legs, the delicate inner thighs, framing lovely and innocent faces, gently curving to converge where the silky pubic hairs nestled around passionately heaving mons of flawless contour. The labia, swollen and ripe and juicy, sheltering the other's probing, incessant tongue. The beloved, exquisite clitorises, corpulent and sturdily erect, voraciously lusting for an amorous touch. The moistness slowly oozing from the engagingly delicious and inviting darkness of the vaginas.

Only when they had reached the very peak by their lavish lathering, did they pause, figuratively, standing at the crest of passion, realizing that all was not quite right. They had provided all of the physical stimulation any mortal could ask, now it was time for spiritual stimulation.

Like in a dream, Dana backed away from her haven in Dawn's luscious crotch, and floated over her sister, sliding over the taut awaken body until once again she was lying full length on Dawn, toe to toe, face to face.

"Dana, thank you for turning around. I want to join with you and share my very being with you," she gasped, and pulled the lissome girl down to her awaiting lips. For a short second they kissed gently as their hips writhed desperately searching for the other's genitals.

The instant they found each other the gentle kiss exploded into one of such intensity that they each thought they were dying. Yet they cared not, for this moment was worth it. Their bodies strained against each other, the labial lips as intimately engaged as their oral lips. The eruption began in their genitals and shot like a bolt of fiery lightening up their exultant bodies radiating intense heat as it went. Only when it reached their heads did they finally disengage that perfect kiss and erupt in groans of utter agony and delight. Their racked bodies flailed and thrashed in convulsions beyond their control as if they were on the brink of death, itself, rather than that other ultimate experience.

They heaved and tossed and wailed and screamed and groaned and writhed. The world around them totally and completely forgotten and beyond all caring. Time passed unnoticed.

Finally, as the ecstacy subsided they resumed their kissing and fondling as if they intended to commence that wonderful climb once again. But that was not the intention, for they were as emotionally and physically spent as it was possible to be.

Their eyes were still closed to all else besides each other and their bodies devoid of any sensation or stimulation beyond that being imparted by the other ÄÄ the gentle and tender touches, the sensitive fondling of their small, firms breasts, the enveloping of the unblemished ivory mounds, the tracing around the delicate areola, the toying and teasing of the perfect nipples, turgid still with passion, genitals engaged, lips to lips, clit to clit, life to life. Together they moaned in ecstacy as they rode the wonderful slow ride down the mountain of perfect joy.

They continued this after-play for more than an hour. Finally, they drifted into the consummate sleep of the innocent.

Dawn awoke first. It took her a few minutes to recollect where she was and why. The hint of a rosy glow remained with her and Dana, sleeping benignly next to her. A smile etched on her lovely face. Dawn slowly leaned down and with just the very tip of her tongue touched just the extreme tip of Dana's nipple. The electric shock brought a wave over Dawn and she squirmed. She continued her interest in the sensitive nipples of the sleeping beauty, although Dana began to stir after that first touch.

Somehow she had lost her inhibitions. Maybe it was the warm room or maybe it was the recent memories. Or maybe it was the barely perceptible feel of the exposed flesh innocently lying before her.

What had happened just a few moments before had still not congealed in her mind, but her desire to repeat what she perceived as a dream was incredibly strong. She reached out her hands and began gently exploring and caressing the exquisitely formed body before her. Her mind, obviously off in the netherworld did not notice that Dana had awaken, but continued to lie motionless beneath the warm, exploring hands.

Dawn delicately stroked Dana's stomach, around and around in larger and larger circles, slowly edging down her sides to the outside of her thighs. Then, ever so slowly she felt her way around to the marble-white virginal inner thighs, slightly parted, and gently fondled the sensuous curves leading towards the awaiting cavern of delight.

Quickly, Dana found herself rocketing out of control. (It is said that once the mountain has been climbed, the next times are easier and more rewarding, as the challenge of conquering it is gone. She thrashed and twisted beneath the passionate petting, Dawn not braking stride. Dana's mons heaved in time to her heavy, almost labored, breathing as Dawn's fingers crept closer and closer to that warm moist receptacle, beckoning ceaselessly and irresistibly. Nearer and nearer, until just as they reached the soft labia and she began to trace the delicate line up to where they met, the exquisitely hooded clit just sitting, anticipating, Dana was racked once again by the passion of still another orgasm. She could not hold back the verbal sign and the low moan scaled upwards, just as the charged emotions inside of her body soared, and ended in an animal-like cry of pure delight.

But Dana would not let her ecstacy prevent her from sharing. In fact, it seemed that this orgasm, so quickly brought on, was simple and small compared to the ones she had shared with her sister. Still in the throes, she struggled, reaching up and pulled Dawn down to her. She kissed her passionately on the lips. It was not a short peck, it was a lingering, deep and loving one that lasted for several minutes.

For several minutes they lay there savoring the kiss of love, Dawn trembling in Dana's arms. Then Dana let Dawn hold them together as she let her own hands set off to explore as Dawn had just done.

She reached down and cupped those delicate trembling breasts in her still-moist hands and caressed the exquisitely sensitive alabaster skin.

They shared an incredible feeling, a glorious compassionate feeling. Neither had ever quite felt like this before. Before it was almost like manipulation, now it was togetherness unimagined. There was no lust in their feelings, just love. So close. Each felt as if she were opening up, absorbing another form, becoming one with a totally new entity. At last. True fulfillment, they thought.

As many, many waves passed through them, they basked in the glow of heart-felt passion. Then Dana broke her hold on her sister and slowly sat up.

"Don't move, Dawn, I just want to look at you."

But Dawn was not to be commanded so quickly. She struggled up to a semi-kneeling position, resting her appetizing buns on her heels as Dana tailor-sat in front of her.

"You're pretty neat to look at, too, Little One."

The Dawn again leaned over and kissed Dana full on those luscious lips. It felt like the first time. The feeling in her body was totally different, almost foreign, yet it made her feel whole. It made her feel heavenly. Her kiss was warm, heartfelt and deeply passionate. As it lingered, Dana gently caressed Dawn's lips with her tongue until Dawn consented and parted them. For what seemed like hours she explored everywhere, beginning with her lips, then her teeth, and, like someone scouting new territory, didn't miss anything. But it was done in such a way that it never felt like an invasion or violation. It felt like, "Hey, Dawn, this is me. I want to share me with you, but take me along." And she did. Dawn felt as one with Dana as they sat snuggled on the bed.

Seemingly refreshed by this "first" kiss Dawn smiled most bewitchingly and leaned close to Dana again, first kissing, then playfully licking her mouth, her face and eyes, her ears and her throat, her bare shoulders.

Dana slowly and cautiously allowed her warm hands to slip down, down until then rested on the small twin domes of Dawn's budding breasts of velvet. Dana's eyes never left Dawn's. For a few moments they lay there comfortably. Then ever so tediously they began meandering along those perfect, graceful curves.

After a very long while Dana's hands gently cupped Dawn's firm breasts like they belonged there. Dawn's already erect nipples seemed to struggled to gain their rightful place in Dana's kind and sensitive fingers. With utmost tenderness these fingers stroked the ruby areola, the sprouting nipples until they became as hard as a penis.

Those loving hands delicately departed, sadly, the breasts to continue their journey. Spontaneously, with no effort to moderate her voice, Dana cried out, "My god, I never realized you were so beautiful!" As if star-struck, she just sort of stared with her mouth hanging open. Slowly Dana's eyes absorbed what seemed like Dawn's entire being. Again, Dawn did not have the slightest feeling or hint of licentiousness, it was two people sharing themselves. The feeling of this woman in all honesty telling her what was, quite obviously, a simple fact, filled Dawn with love for Dana. The tears filled Dawn's eyes.

"What have I done," Dana cried when her eyes again found Dawn's, saw the tears and pulled her close. Dawn reached her slender young legs around Dana's elegant thighs to ease her concern. She also reached out and gently cup Dana's luscious and full breasts in her warm hands. She extended her hand and caressed her determinedly stiff nipples. Another slow, fervent kiss exchanged lips several times.

As they held the kiss long and hard their hands wondered silently over each other. Their hands softly and hesitantly meandered among the heavily bedewed hills and valleys of each other. Their nipples stood at rigid attention like lovely, ruby flowers stretching out. Their fingers continued to enjoy their childlike romp.

Dana stole her hands lower, to Dawn's delicately smooth, creamy white inner thighs, tenderly stroking the satin skin. Then delicately inched towards the rising mound at the apex of her shapely young legs, searching for that place, that place so rich in erotic senses.

She ran her fingers carefully around the blossoming labia. Dana's affectionate hands gently followed Dawn's pliant labia slowly tracing each lip end to end, slowly approaching that hollowed grotto. Dawn's hips began to move.

Before entering, however, Dana's finger found Dawn's clit, that blood-rich bud, that flower, the seat of driving passion, still achingly hard and proudly erect. She rubbed her finger gently back and forth over it, causing little groans of pleasure to bubble from Dawn's lips.

With exquisite care and tenderness Dana surrounded Dawn's exquisitely sensitive flower and caressed every crevice. Dawn gave a reflex intake as she reached the tip. Her moans were equalled only by Dana's. Dana dallied with trembling hand as shivers of passion waved through Dawn's graceful body.

Dana's warm fingers gently moved the soft covering hiding her erect clit and began tracing the base of that lovely and sensitive organ. Slowly she crept up that tiny organ, the home of such immense feeling, until with exquisite care she reached the top, the very tip, and another impassioned wail fell from her lips. The ensuing moments of pause were broken only by her laborious and loud panting.

She leaned over that quivering body, tense with pent up passion, trembling before her. Once again she followed the exact trail left by her fingers, but with her hot tongue this time. Twice on her way to the very tip of her clit Dawn was overcome with passion and released the passion and lustful sensations within her. Dana mirrored each release, paused, and probed still further.

She slowly began to let the tip of her finger delve down Dawn's cleavage. She used her fingers to pull the labia wide open, revealing the juicy pink interior. Then, while using the thumb to keep tender contact of Dawn's clit, Dana slid her forefinger down and began to slide the fingertip towards that fierce grotto. Down, down she went, finally into that wet, juicy slit and right up into her hot vagina. Dawn groaned as Dana's finger rhythmically slid in and out of her hot humid vagina. Stroking, caressing, searching, Dana continued slowly exciting Dawn more and more.

To Dana this was the most delicious moment of all. She had found the long sought after, the hidden depths of Dawn's velvety rosy vagina, the love-shrine. The mixed fluids of Dirk and Dawn were perfect to moisten and lubricate her touch.

Dana paused to look down at the beautiful sight. Her finger was slowly sliding deeper and deeper into the juicy little crevice. The soft thin pubic hair hid none of her slit from her view. Slowly, she inched her finger deeper until she was twirling her fingertip in the very depths of heaven itself

They flew together higher and higher under the gentle lead of Dana's touching, caressing, embracing Dawn's her warm, moist vagina and her very soul. She pressed onwards harder, deeper. Their hearts quickened in response. They could feel their breath catch, release simultaneously.

They were in an uncontrollable, sensual whirlwind. Both were trying desperately not to let it get away from them. They both felt like they were falling, tumbling joyfully over and over into an abyss of soft sensual pleasure. Neither had ever felt this exact feeling before and neither wanted it to ever pass. This was like no addiction imaginable.

Slowly and steadily they climbed (or were lead by an unseen, invisible force, together). For nearly twenty minutes they ascend.

There was no real peak in their simultaneous climax, only a crest. Slowly they approached the zenith. They happily dallied on the crown, as smooth as Dawn's mons heaving in a steady rhythm, of the mountain for many, many minutes and then slowly drifted down the other side.

Words were inadequate to describe it and an outsider could never have comprehended anyway. It will suffice to say that the joy was delightfully and deliciously inexplicable.

After an eternity, Dana slowly, so as not to break the spell, for they were still at the very peak of a fantastic high, turned and moved one leg over the supine sister until she straddled her. Lowering herself on the still sensitive body of her sister she let her budding breasts play upon her sisters heaving bosom.

They were nipple to erect nipple. Slowly Dana gyrated, stimulating Dawn who had never quite returned to normality. She lowered her pelvis onto Dawn's abdomen pressing into her, slowly rotating her pelvis in circles. The slightest suggestion of motion at their nipples sent tremors deep into their flesh.

Dana loved the way Dawn kept moaning and moving with pleasure beneath her. It was like telling the world, "This is how sweet and good and beautiful passion is, not ugly and dirty, the secret hurtful thing everyone makes it out to be! When you care, there is no beauty like it."

A gasp escaped Dawn as she felt herself once again rise towards that awful and wonderful peak she had so recently discovered and explored and longed to return to. She reached out to hold Dana close and let her soft warm hands play on Dana's back sidling down to her rotating buttocks, cradling each ripe globe in her hands. Then she tried to spread her legs so that she could feel the sensuous movement on her mons, but found herself pinned by Dana's thighs pressed close to her sides.

Not wanting to break the spell, she moved no more, but Dana recognized what her body language was requesting. Slowly and with great care she pulled away from her sister and slipped her knees down the bed until she was lying full length on her. Then she snuggled in forcing Dawn's legs apart until she could move her yearning genitals down and against Dawn's still moist labia.

For an instant she wished that she had a member like Dirk's so she could be inside of her sister, but the wish passed as her subconscious quickly convinced her that with that tool came self- centeredness and self-indulgence. What she wanted to do was share. She wanted to share in the joy of sensuality. She wanted to help her beloved sister reach the pinnacle of orgasms at the same instant she did. She wanted to give and receive equally. It made no sense otherwise.

Their kiss lengthened and intensified as Dawn instinctively spread her lovely lithe limbs out to enfold the delicate churning hips ever searching to become one with her. Their labia, both wet and slippery with delicious fluids touched, aroused and slid over each other, ever moving, never still. The delicately soft and sensitive folds of blood-engorged flesh sent electric tingles ever time they contacted the other's tiny erect clitoral buds.

Each child was rapidly moving up the ladder to heights neither had ever achieved and few adults could even imagine.

Each opened their soft petals of impeccable and infinite perception and receptiveness to the other with a trust not known before. Here was trust and sharing as God had truly intended when He created His greatest masterpieces ÄÄ Love and Passion. Other mortals had abused these by hording the fruits of passion for themselves. These two wonderful children were intent on bringing the other along with her.

They came in long, gentle, building and rolling waves of pleasure, all clenched and slippery and writhing. Their beauty only heightened by the flooding of passion to each extremity in totally and complete, perfect, innocent passion!

After an eternity of bliss, the young lovers, as fresh as all creation settled back into a pleasant, dreamy state.

Dana spoke first, "Oh, Dawn, that was so wonderful. Will we ever be able to experience anything like it again?"

"I don't know, Dana. We can sure hope so."

"I hate to get up, but we can't stay like this forever," Dawn finally said and rolled gently off of her sister. "Besides I must have crushed you, didn't I?"

"Hardly. You were like a feather. A very sexy feather," she laughed in response.

But when Dawn sat up she realized that after a whole day of passion and no food, one didn't just hop up and run a race. A dizziness enveloped her as she paused. She decided that it would be the better part of valor to just go about this slowly. So she sat back cross-legged next to Dana.

I just want to look at you for a few minutes before I go," she whispered as she soaked up the exquisite beauty lying before him.

"Do you know that the Creator made a appalling mistake when He disallowed people to make mad, passionate love remotely so we could see the beauty of the human body," she said. "Well, at least some bodies. Your's, for instance."

"Might I say the same about your's?" Dana responded, as she also sat up in front of her sister.

As Dawn reached out to gently cup Dana's small, but luscious, breasts in her warm hands, Dana extended her hand and caressed Dawn's nipples. A slow, fervent kiss exchanged lips several times. Cautiously, at first, their tongues explored, as their hands softly and hesitantly meandered among the newly found hills and valleys of each other. Their nipple stood at rigid attention, being like lovely, ruby flowers stretching out in greeting. Dana paused a moment to delicately plant a warm, moist kiss on each sweet breast. Gently she encircled the nipple until her passionate tongue embraced the exquisite extreme tip. Their fingers continued to enjoy their romp, as children at play.

One of her hands crept up to stroke Dana's hair and fell lovingly to gently massage her shoulders and back of the neck and ear; the other stole lower to her delicately smooth, creamy white inner thigh and delicately inched to her pubic area, rich in erotic senses. It was still dripping wet with Dirk's seminal fluids, but it bothered her not. Dawn gently traced the contours of her sister's pubic mound and tangled her fingers lovingly in the hair. She leaned over and plucked a small, perfect, white daisy from a vase next to the bed and wound the stem amongst the fur and then tenderly frolicked over the mons and cautiously ventured further.

Dana's hands, far from being idle, caressed Dawn's breasts and arms and followed the flawless, tinging skin down towards the deep and dark nether regions.

Quickly, Dana found Dawn's clit, her blood-rich bud, flower, seat of driving passion. But not until after she had deliciously sought the hidden depths of her creamy pink vagina, the love-shrine. The fluids moistened and lubricated her touch. With exquisite care and tenderness she surrounded her exquisitely sensitive flower and caressed every crevice and tip. Dawn gave a reflex intake as she reached the tip. Dawn's moans were equalled only by her sister's.

Not to be outdone, Dawn dallied with trembling hand at the brink as shivers of passion waved through Dana's graceful body.

Together they lavished joyful touch upon tender touch on each other as they shared their exquisitely lovely and passionate moment. As their soft and gentle frolicking continued their breathing meshed into one.

Imperceptibly each clung to the other. At no time did their eyes wander from each other, being constantly focused on their finger's meanderings, awed by the innocent and sweet "children" at play in their enchanted meadow, below.

As one they looked at each other as if to verify that their time was now. The electricity of the moment was awesome.

Their eyes again dropped as Dana untangled her lovely long legs and laid them on either side of Dawn. They played as a perfect team. As one of her hands continued the caress of her neck and back, the other alternated between the tender awakening of her clit and sensitive probing of her warm cave of joyful love. Simultaneously, one of her hands sought Dawn's back and pulled her closer and the other continued the dancing over Dana's bloated labia and clit.

As passion once again overtook them Dana slipped her hand down to Dawn's craving and yearning vagina, exploring every inviting fold. And as Dawn opened slightly her vagina she allowed Dana's softly probing fingers to run around the lips ever perceptually creeping closer to the warm, dark cave, as her flowing juices graciously covered paved the way.

They both watched in utter amazement as their now self-activated genitals meshed together. With faint help from either, their labia folded together like the Creator might have designed them and their erect little clitorises gentle kisses. The mood was electric.

Only then did they look up to gaze into each other's eyes.

With a sly grin Dawn said, "What now, the best part is over?"

Dana smiled back and said, "Let's just wait and see."

Snuggling closer, they remained locked, totally engaged.

Dana squirmed and uttered a delightful squeal, "Dawn, it wasn't even like this before. Can we keep this moment?" The rhetorical question went unanswered.

Still lovingly gazing at each other, they sat linked in ecstacy for close to fifteen minutes. Then at a moment totally without sign, Dana whispered, "It is time."

Slowly she lowered Dawn to the bed and lay on top of her. She gazed into Dawn's wide eyes for a second before she gently kissed those ruby lips.

Dawn deftly and gently cupped Dana's buttocks. Dana first pulled away, then with a rocking of her hips, artfully guided her genitals towards Dawn's awaiting womanhood. As they made contact, she paused. She carefully moved against her engorged clit causing both to cry out in joy. The ecstatic caressing of their passion flowers continued to drive them higher and higher.

Then with nearly imperceptible movement they began the dance of love that could only end their delight. Only their impatience and the continued urgency of their loins were needed now to assure complete coupling. After a few minutes of delightful gyrations, squeezes, and grunts and groans, they meshed.

Their mutual motions were not so much in and out, as the love-dance of a man and women would be, but a side-to-side and circular motion. Their flushed, vibrant genitals remain in exquisite contact at all time.

As each circle was completed the delicate clitorises would once again kiss and nestled next to each other. The pair would pause and the subtle tremble or tremoring of their bodies would excite the two turgid organs and allow them to flutter against each other in the most gentle and exciting fashion. At each contact the lovely young girls squealed in delight. And began another circular movement.

As the gentle rhythms of their swaying pelvises gradually increased in intensity, their breathing took on a certain urgency. With this heavy breathing, their pelvic churning followed suit.

Since Dawn was virtually supporting Dana's whole weight anyway, it seemed like all that was needed was to close the door. Dawn reached up around Dana's neck, kissed her hard on the lips and pulled herself up until she could wrap her legs around her sister's loins. She Dawn stretched her lithe, lovely limbs up to increase the intimate contact of their bodies and enfold her sister in their grip of desire.

The fluid noises of their combined juices, a slight bed-centered squeak and their passionate breathing were the only sounds.

Precisely on cue their breathing became more like grunts and groans as the heated motion of their bodies became more spontaneous and impulsive and less restrained.

As their exertion approached the agonizing stage (to a casual observer) the sensuous groans became a constant barrage of erotic and carnal grunts. Dawn half-heartedly attempted to control the fantastic gyrating of Dana, just to make the moment linger, but to no avail.

Then at the exact same instant they paused. Then, reinforced by Dawn's fiercely gripping legs wrapped about her waist, Dana drove her hips against Dawn. Simultaneously, she erupted with a monstrous and guttural primeval cry. Dawn fought her urge to scream and only partially succeeded. A shrill wail of ecstacy bubbled from her lips along with the cry, "Oh, no, God! Don't let it be finished! Bring it back." Their simultaneous cataclysmic orgasms gushed.

As they strove to extract the last vital drop of lust, Dawn clung for dear life with her graceful long legs and lithe arms enfolding Dana. Their virtual life fluids flowed freely. In unspeakably wonderful joy, they lay spent in each others arms. With gentle smiles they kissed. No words were spoken as the night closed in on them.



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