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The Wolf Summers
By ElSol
Author's Notes: The Winter Interlude occurs before this chapter and after
Chapter 7. Please read that first until I get how the right order will
work on SOL.
Edited by Consonant Smile. Thank you.
Edited by author. (7/05/03).
Chapter 8: First Year Adjustments
The middle of a male story...
Before Michelle dragged Brittany back into my life I had been
having a good senior year, after the winter interlude my senior year was
phenomenal.
We started the swim season ranked number one in a state known as a
swimming powerhouse, which by default gave us the number one ranking in
the region. Most experts ranked us number two in the nation. By the end of
the swim season, there was no doubt that we were the best high school swim
team in the country. The twins and I had been unbeaten in the pool our
junior year. I had a couple of close calls in individual races but always
managed to pull it out in the last seconds. Everyone expected the same for
our senior year, but we were all surprised by just how much we dominated
swimming events. My desire to earn scholarship money to supplement the
Smith scholarship made me focus obsessively during practice. In
competition I joined the twins in beating even our best rivals by body
lengths. It was like throwing blood into the water with sharks. The
colleges came sniffing with an intent to get at least one us. Sean swam
free and butterfly, Patrick swam free and backstroke. This left me with
breaststroke, and the individual medleys. I was not a great breaststroker
but by coincidence none of the national contenders in that stroke swam in
our region. We ended our high school swimming careers never having lost a
relay race.
The schools figured out that I would go where the twins went and
they in turn would go where our coach went. After a few offers of his own,
the coach felt us out about going somewhere other than our first choice.
The twins were noncommittal, but I told the coach that our families would
be better off with our first choice because the twins and I would only be
a half hour drive away. Coach decided not to push the issue since as long
as the twins were 'his' he would be the frontrunner for the job he wanted.
The Olympics were in the twins' future and while they had talent no one
doubted they were also very well coached. In four years, he would be the
man for the job. The twins and I signed our letters of intent. My
improvement impressed the school enough that they awarded me a full
scholarship along with the twins. The twins turned theirs down since they
had the money but I kept it just in case the Smith money was needed for
other things like Marisa's education. The twins could have been in the
Olympics that summer but for reasons of their own they did not try out.
My sex life was the best it had ever been. I decided to start
college during the summer semester to take some academic weight off during
the school year so my mother was losing me sooner than expected. The
growing feelings of loss translated into nights of sweaty, almost
desperate sex with my mother. Karen's sexuality had matured to fit the
mold of the other women in my family. She, like Brittany, seemed always
wet for me and gladly followed where I led her sexually. Brittany came
home every other weekend now that we had reestablished a sexual
relationship. Esmeralda, the aunt who was with us when Karen's father was
chastised, became a part of my sexual landscape as she insisted on
receiving her 'due' at regular intervals.
Michelle went a little crazy with her burgeoning sexual power. Her
sexuality always struck me as fitting more into the conventional male
mold. She aggressively pursued other girls in our school to deliver them
to our bed. She used any available hold she could to get them there. The
first half of my senior year she only managed two but by the end of the
school year five more fell before Michelle's sexual hunger. It brought the
count to four seniors, two juniors and a freshman. The freshman female
brought a halt to expanding our adventures. Her sexual hunger was a match
for Michelle's and she required a great deal of our attention until it was
time for me to leave.
Graduation seemed anticlimactic after the senior year I had, but
it was a ritual we had to keep. The twins and I got our mothers to agree
to a small celebration at their house. Small was a relative term when it
came to our mothers having to cut the apron strings. My guests outnumbered
the Smith guests since my entire family was invited. No one on the Smith
side complained because I started a trend when I persuaded Michael to
bring my Uncle Ovaldo and Aunt Esmeralda into Smith Holdings. The
ambitions of the male managers of the Corporation were increasing and
becoming more obvious as the twins' departure from home came closer.
Michael was not afraid of losing control but was worried about the
problems that any ensuing power struggle could produce. By the time of
graduation, a good number of my extended family members worked for the
Smiths while others were waiting in the wings. Rachel and Michael's grip
on the companies' management became tighter and tighter as they surrounded
themselves with a loyal pack of wolves. Rachel gained the benefit of less
male suitors as my family slowly reclaimed her territory and power. I had
gotten close to Rachel again during the second half of my senior year. It
was easier to ignore my wanting of her since my sex life was going
fantastically. Regardless of the cooling of my aloofness towards Rachel, I
enjoyed watching my family's fierce stewardship and was vastly amused
watching her suitors' attempts to get around Ovaldo.
Incredibly enough the graduation party did not end in an orgy
considering how many of my women attended the bash. I ended up alone with
Rachel when everyone left. We sat in her kitchen most of the night talking
about nothing while I tried to repress the thought that I would have to
part and say goodnight.
There were two weeks after graduation before I would have to start
my summer classes. The decision to live at the school instead of making
daily commutes had been made when the twins decided not to join the coach
in his summer program at State. They wanted to enjoy the freedom of their
last summer before college. They were still in training but that seemed to
be the only responsibility they wanted. I jumped at the opportunity for
more individual coaching, which had been extremely helpful in improving my
times. Even if I had to dip into the Smith money, taking summer classes
would lessen the load during the school year and the time I would have for
the extra coaching would be worth it. Michael kicked me out of my summer
job knowing that I had a lot of transitioning to undergo. He told me we
could talk again when I started getting bored with my schedule.
I spent the two weeks having sex, hanging out with the twins and
searching with my current martial arts instructor for another instructor
closer to the college. Michael was interested in the search since the
twins would also need a different instructor. We got lucky on one of the
trips and found the right people for both our needs. Michael had decided
to move the twins down a more traditional Japanese path. We knew we were
in the right place for the twins when we walked into it. It was a small
school with only two small windows inside a white building. The instructor
was old but we could sense his control. We bowed to him as he approached
us. Michael talked in his office while my instructor and I waited. The
instructor was happy to take on the responsibility of the twins and even
made a suggestion regarding my own needs. We took his suggestion under
advisement and drove to the school he recommended. The school was more
modern than the first and had an instructor just a couple of years older
than Michael. It was a Tae Kwon Do school for financial reasons but the
instructor had spent years studying Jujitsu in Brazil. The school was
doing very well because of the mixture of classes and his assistant
instructors. He had one who had come with him from Brazil and a Latin
female Tae Kwon Do master. I had to give him credit for his choice of
location; it made the school convenient for mothers to bring their
children. He was close to the university and marketed almost exclusively
to its female population. He got the most from his marketing money since
the males followed the females and a lot stayed when they got a little
taste of the combative nature of the advanced classes. He told us about
his expansion plans to build and equip a small gym. He figured that if he
did not charge much he might get the mothers and fathers to separate with
more money if they could get in their workouts while their kids took
classes.
We met his assistant instructors and lust flared when his female
instructor came in. She had straight black hair to her shoulders, a very
pretty face with classic Spanish lines under latte skin, but her large
muscular hips and ass made my hands itch. Her eyes had a feminine
challenge in them but the eyes also told you that if you won the challenge
she would be yours. She perceived something when she entered the room and
she walked over to take a closer look at me. I met her eyes and absorbed
the challenge. She smiled realizing we could be interesting.
I decided this was the right place for me. The owner carried
himself with an air of competency that every male I ever respected had. It
took a load off my mind, and I was able to concentrate on sexual pleasure
for the last few days of my summer break.
The move was a tearjerker for my mother. I tried to keep
everything low-key but we both knew I would not have a lot of time to
visit. I was not allowed a car at school and I would be trying to get used
to a new lifestyle.
There had been an error made in my housing so I was placed in the
same dorm as a school program to help 'disadvantaged' students. The
concept was to start them early and provide more transitional help. I did
not mind since I would have been among them were it not for the grace of
the Smiths. For some reason the program coordinators were not happy with
my housing assignment, but the school could not move me due to the
renovations of the other dorms and a higher than expected summer
occupancy. The best they could do to isolate me from the program members
was to put me in a private room.
My mother helped me unpack and put things away. Finally, we both
stood in the middle of the room with nothing left for her to do. She was
looking fairly lost and I knew she was thinking that in several years
Marisa would be doing this. All of her children would be gone in a period
that was arriving too soon for her. She turned to look out my window. I
smiled at her back and moved to her. I wrapped my arms around her neck and
pushed my hips into her. She pushed back against me so that I made snug
contact with her lower back. She gasped as she felt my intent.
I turned her around so that my hard dick pressed into her stomach.
She turned her face up for my lips. I captured her mouth to combine the
taste of our need. She was desperate again but I pressed her against the
wall and with my mouth forced her to slow down. She grunted as I rubbed
myself on her belly. I felt her relax as she followed my lead and deepened
the kiss pushing away her desperation.
I put my hand under her blouse and pushed her skirt and panties
down her legs. She broke the kiss so that I could get them to the floor
and stepped out of them. She pulled her shirt and bra off so that she
could stand in front of me naked.
Barefoot, she only came up to my chest but height is unnecessary
when your curves kill. Her breasts had only the sag that comes with being
full. Working out with Rachel had maintained her body and there was even a
hint of muscle lines on her tummy. She had wide hips and a rounded ass so
keeping her body tight made her sexier than ever.
She read my desire to slow down and took it to heart. She pulled
my shirt out of my pants but did it slowly so that she could kiss and lick
every inch that she exposed. She changed her mind about doing it standing
up and pushed me so that I sat down on the bed. She kept pushing me until
I was supine with my feet barely touching the ground. She straddled my
thighs and exposed more of my skin. She went from kissing and licking to
licking and nibbling my body. I had wanted it slow but she made it torture
as she licked my nipples. That particular act usually did nothing for me
but she was so intent and focused on tasting me that her every touch was
excruciating. She helped me out of my shirt and straddled my hips.
She kissed me for at least fifteen minutes. It would not have
taken that long to do a thorough job but I had grabbed two handfuls of her
ass and was going through the manual of arms for ass handling. My mother
loved my hands on her ass and the environment of the room changed as her
heat and the scent of her arousal filled it. It was my finger playing with
the outside edge of her anal rose that was too much for her. The
desperation returned as she reached between her legs to undo my pants. She
was struggling because I had not released her ass and had begun to
penetrate it with my finger. She fumbled her way through uncovering me and
pushing my pants halfway down my thighs, which was enough for what she
needed. She raised her hips up and took me in her hand. She placed the
head of my dick just inside her pussy to give us the right alignment. She
lowered her weight seating me inside of her. She shivered as her body
adjusted to me. She leaned down so that her hair framed my face and we
went back to kissing. She stroked up and down four inches of my dick
slowly to keep the excitement moving towards its natural conclusion.
I felt her first orgasm wash over her. Her lips froze open in
anticipation of the pleasure, and her body tensed. I pulled my hips down
and fucked myself hard into her to take her over the top. She cried out
and put her forehead on mine as her body squeezed down on me. She breathed
in pants for the seconds it took for the pleasure to hit her and
dissipate.
I needed something more from our joining so I turned us so that
she was on her back. I pulled out of her long enough to take my pants and
underwear off. I dragged her so her ass was almost off the bed. The bed
was low so it was convenient to rest most of my weight on her pussy when I
fucked into her. I pushed her legs down by the bottom of her knees. She
gasped and pushed upwards as I let gravity settle me inside her body.
I put one knee on the bed reserving the gravity fuck for later. I
pulled myself nearly out of her slowly and fucked back into her even
slower. She shook her head in frustration wanting it harder and tried to
force it by capturing my hips in her hands. She pulled on me but I kept to
slow complete strokes in and out of her. Her eyes pleaded with me, as the
desperation of loss became the most prominent emotion again.
The strokes began to do for her what they were doing for me. The
slow in and out motion soothed the fear. The conclusion was the natural
result of who we were. The buildup was slow but it was leading to a
massive orgasm for both us. She looked into my eyes and her body told her
it would be okay. We were linked: my hard cock moving in and out of her
joined us in more ways than the physical.
We had always been inevitable.
Her second orgasm came when the desperation fled in the face of
the commitment my body was giving hers. My mother's pussy bore down on me
as hard as it could so I had to add power to my fucking into her but it
made no difference to our situation. No one ever had to know about us but
my cum inside her body was something that would irrevocably mark her as
mine. The tears formed in her eyes and her grip on my hips changed from
demanding that I fuck her hard to a stroking acknowledgment that we would
always belong to each other.
I took my knee off the bed and balanced myself on five points, my
dick in her pussy, my hands on her legs and my feet on the floor. She
squeezed me with her sheath and smiled welcoming the change in the rhythm
of our lust.
I pulled my dick most of the way out of her and let gravity drop
me back into her. I transferred most of my weight to my hips to increase
the weight and used my hands only to hold the position. She swallowed a
scream on the second stroke as the change in balance increased the power.
She moved her hands from my hips to her legs to keep them spread for her
fucking.
I stopped thinking about her as my mother or even as a woman. I
focused on the elliptical inches of my body that touched her pussy. I
closed my eyes and let my hips move me nearly out of her body and let
gravity sink me inside her. I let go of control and let nature pilot the
rest of the way. I lost myself in the minutes of fucking my mother.
I was nowhere near coming until her third orgasm hit her. I went
from enjoying the ride to needing to release inside her body. Her
contractions tried to push me out but gravity kept forcing me inside. It
was a long orgasm for her so the added pressure for the six strokes that
it took for me to ride through it was too much for me. I could only manage
a few more strokes before I had to help gravity with the strength of my
hips to bury me deep inside her.
I had been well fucked for two weeks so I was surprised by the
flood of cum that I poured into her pussy. It was not enough for her and I
felt her pussy move around my dick to milk me of everything I had. I
closed my eyes and allowed her to massage me with her inner walls. Her
hand stroked just above where we were joined using comforting caresses.
I did not want to leave my mother so I moved us so that we were
both on the bed and I lay on top of her. She wanted the same thing and
wrapped her arms around me to hold me in place.
It was not enough for either of us. The whole night was not enough
for our bodies. Our desires were why we were joined, and her inability to
leave the next morning without some part of us wanting more was what would
forever join us.
There would never be enough of my mother and I.
-----
Classes started and I learned that the college format suited me
more than that of high school. I did not foresee difficulty with college
as long as I did my reading and took the time to do my assigned work.
People refused to talk in class as if attention was something to be
avoided. I thought the professors were far more interesting to talk to
than my fellow students so I had no problems. The girls were attractive
but most of them were upperclassmen who looked down their noses at me.
The summer left my new martial arts school with a dearth of
missing advanced students. It was not that the college kids were advanced
but they took the classes and were more willing to scrap thinking they
were studs. The Brazilian instructor clued me in on how it would be when
they returned. Helen, the other instructor, added her own tidbits on what
to expect since there were more competitions for Tae Kwon Do practitioners
so her advanced classes included a lot of sparring. I tried to settle in
but wondered if the competitive classes were the best place for me
considering my need to avoid any injury that would affect training time.
Both instructors agreed to allow me the space needed to make my own
decisions when the classes intensified in September. I knew they would
push me to compete even if they had only been able to witness my work
ethic in class. Helen's opinion of me dropped when she learned of my
intentions to avoid injury. The school owner shook his head because Helen
could not hide her newly acquired disdain for me. She never asked why I
was reluctant to take chances; she seemed to assume it was cowardice on my
part. I realized there was more to settle into at college than just
classes.
Things were no better in swim practice. At least, I did not have
to look at anyone in the water; I did not have to listen to the disdain in
their voices. When people realized I planned to go all out at every
practice that whole summer, I got some nasty looks for my determination.
The coach also paid careful attention to me, which created another point
of friction. A lot of the team members and all of the incoming freshmen,
except for the twins, were a part of the coach's summer program. The
freshmen especially disliked me believing I was trying to show them up. It
came to a head three weeks into the program when a couple of them braced
me by the pool. They did not appreciate my making them look bad.
I laughed in their faces. The upperclassmen came over to prevent
what they thought would be the first intra-team quarrel of the year. I
ended the farce by telling them that if they could not keep up with me
they needed to quit before the twins arrived. They knew about the twins
but it was easier to believe they just had a bad day when the twins
smashed them in the high school competitions. Everyone took a step back as
I projected certainty of the twins' talent with my eyes.
I knew I was good in the pool, but the twins were the best. Either
could have been the best ever if they were not born twins. They did not
need any of it though; they had each other even if it made them less than
they could have been individually. My teammates left me alone for the rest
of the summer. Maybe they thought the cold shoulder would affect me, they
would learn differently. Neither the twins nor I needed anyone from their
world.
The 'disenfranchised' freshmen moved into the dorm before the
beginning of the second summer session. The second session straddled the
first and third so I was in the middle of my first college class. I would
not see any of them in an educational venue until my third session class
began.
'Disenfranchised' was the word most of program administrators
called their students. I wondered about the intelligence of labeling
someone you are trying to give dreams to with such a tag. Most of the
students treated me as one of them when they moved in, not knowing the
difference. The floor preceptor straightened them out.
I walked in during their first afternoon on campus to his
lecturing them about me being a member of the elite class and that they
had more important things to do than hold court for me. It was my first
experience with someone of that particular bent so I leaned against the
doorframe to listen.
He was good, almost hypnotic. He had a fertile breeding ground in
the minds of the 'disenfranchised' kids. My presence in his building gave
him an available target but no one could see he was speaking from his own
insecurities. I have met true fanatics since then and I can say that now
with no little indifference. At the time however, I took his words
personally.
He was reaching his apogee and I started to think that perhaps he
was inciting them to lynch me. When the preceptor from the floor above
noticed me, she waved him off and everyone turned. She tilted her head
towards me.
He looked as if he had been pole-axed. It was one thing to talk
about someone behind their back but it was completely different to get
caught red-handed by the victim. I wondered how humiliating it must feel
to be that big of an idiot.
He was older than I, but there was an immaturity demonstrated as
he refused to meet my eyes. A man would have looked at me and taking his
licks having earned them. He had to be stupid since I was a minority
student in a very liberal institution. Whatever he thought of my
circumstance, he had gone psychotic in vocalizing his dislike for me as a
symbol of my class. He had done it in front of witnesses and in front of
me. He had unabashedly been undressing the girls with his eyes and his
speech was directed to them most of the time he spoke. I knew he was not
getting any because of the way he looked at them. I doubted that a
well-fucked man would have bothered with such bullshit just to seem
important.
They waited for me to talk and the girls noticed he was doing his
best not to look at me. I let them wait knowing that with each second he
avoided confrontation, he increased his chances of staying full of cum. I
looked at each girl to confirm their loss of respect for him in their
eyes.
"I'm here on a swimming scholarship," I said finally. He turned to
look at me; his eyes squinted as he prepared to return fire. It was not
strictly speaking the truth, but he did not need to know that. "I earned
every cent with miles of practice in the pool," I continued. He noticed
that everyone was watching me so he closed his mouth, holding back
anything he might have wanted to say.
Finally, he met my eyes. He had to salvage something from the
situation. I smiled and shook my head in dismissal. I walked to my room
thinking that maybe I was in grade thirteen.
I was preparing to eat dinner when his speech paid some unexpected
dividends. One of my floor mates was at the student center's cafe trying
to decide what to eat. She smiled at me as she joined me in line at the
Chinese stand. They had a steamed vegetable dish so it was the best choice
for me. I knew she wanted me to talk to her so I turned to smile at her
and introduced myself.
Her name was Shanelle.
She had dark chocolate skin and hungry eyes. She was pretty and
her body had the perfection that comes from being young. Her breasts were
high and tight; I could imagine how her nipples would be darker than her
skin. She was wearing a summer dress that flowed around her curves giving
tantalizing hints about what she would look like undressed. Her ass was a
perfect curve that had me thinking about how she would react to getting it
spanked as I fucked her from behind. Shanelle was not shy and her eyes met
mine in invitation challenging me to do the things that might get me an
answer to my question. It was not the look of, "lets head back to your
room and do it right now", but it was definitely an invitation to proceed
in that direction. I asked her to sit with me, I even smiled as I told her
I was depressed from having to listen to someone blasting away at me the
way the preceptor had. She shook her head and laughed with me.
She talked about herself and I got the message that it was my job
to listen. I understood that if I did a good job of listening, I would be
rewarded for it later. At that moment in time she was scared and just
needed someone to listen. She had a private room also and was not prepared
for being alone her first night at college. She had been put off her game
mostly by the flapping emotion at home as she left. She did not really
need me but she was having a moment of weakness. I did my job and listened
to her as she talked herself out of her nervousness. Her skin was pristine
with no marks or flaws. She must have been a high school athlete
considering the muscle tone of her body.
She asked me if I had gone into town yet. I shook my head and she
grabbed my hand dragging me out of the student center. The town proper was
only a few blocks away. We walked there slowly and as she continued to
talk her confidence climbed back into the stratosphere it usually
occupied. The more her confidence ascended, the quieter I got as she took
more and more charge of the situation. I was not talking a lot to begin
with but my role towards the end was reduced to grunts, nods and shakes.
She did not even ask me about coming to her room; we just ended up
there. She put on some quiet music and pulled her dress up far enough to
straddle my legs on the bed.
It was reward time. I was only there because she got her
confidence back and wanted to get to the part where she spread her wings
to embrace college freedom. I guess we all have to do our part for
freedom.
She was hot and in charge. Her mouth descended to mine and it was
already open to allow her tongue to invade my mouth. I kissed her back
hard and we fought for control of the kiss using our tongues to battle
with each other. They were rough passes as our tongues came into contact
and wrestled first in my mouth then in hers.
I saw no reason to wait so I grabbed the bottom of her dress and
pulled it up her body. She let go of my lips long enough to put her arms
up so I could take it off her. I tossed it towards the door as her mouth
came back into contact with mine and we resumed hostilities. I caught a
glimpse of red bra and panties but was too consumed in the heat coming off
her body to take a better a look. I tried to turn us over but she hooked
her calves under my legs and pushed her palms against the walls to prevent
me.
It was her eyes that prevented me from pushing the issue. For a
second, her confidence waned. I settled back down and I could see the
thanks in her smile as she dropped her face back to me. This was not just
a reward but it was the last exercise of her confidence builder.
Since I was being condemned to stay beneath her, I decided to
focus on the important things. My hands on her ass came to the forefront
of my mind. There was a roundness to her ass that I had not encountered on
another female. It was like trying to palm a basketball except her skin
was smooth giving me no traction. She pushed her ass into my hands and our
mouths struggled less for control. She focused on moving her ass in my
hands as I grabbed, released, rubbed, gripped, palmed, and spread her
cheeks. I pulled her up my body by her ass and she moved willingly. I
sucked her nipple through the bra. She growled in her throat and took her
breast away from me long enough to take the bra off. She pushed her bare
chest back into my face and I obliged her needs by sucking hard on each
nipple. She growled again as I ran two fingers up and down the crack of
her ass as I moved from nipple to nipple sucking and then giving them
gentle bites. The biting took her that extra step towards her goal if I
was reading her breathing correctly. I pulled her farther up and trailed
kisses down her stomach until her panty-covered pussy was above my lips.
The panties protected her and allowed me to use my teeth to scrape along
her pussy and then center the sensation where her clit would be.
She went ballistic and stood up to rip her panties down her legs.
She kicked them off and descended back onto my mouth. I decided there was
no reason not to get right to the point and sucked her clit into my mouth.
She put her hands on the wall and pushed down on my face. She was ready so
I opened my mouth, stuck my tongue to her clit and flicked it upwards. She
gulped a half-scream as I finished, it was only a half-scream because it
ended when I took her clit back into my mouth, stuck my tongue on it and
rubbed hard. She swallowed the rest of her scream as she fought to take in
a breath. I added suction to the clit rubbing and she sat her weight down
on me. I reached up grabbed her waist and spun her so that she was on her
back on the bed with my face still attached to her pussy. She did not
complain but it was probably because I stuck two fingers inside her pussy
and rubbed the upper wall. I changed to quick licks on her clit while I
looked for right spot on the front wall of her pussy. I felt it when I
touched it and played around it gently. She came up on her elbows as the
sensation began to overwhelm her. I licked her clit hard and moved my
touches closer to the spot inside her. She lay back down and pushed her
hips into my face as I pushed her over the top.
She did give out a forceful scream as she lost control of her body
to the pleasure I was trying to give her. I rode the wave up and back
down. I settled into gentle touches to her center as her breathing
settled.
She pulled me up to her and kissed me. I lay down on my back as
she moved from the bed to open a bag in her closet. I heard the metallic
plastic ripping as she opened the package. Her palms were cool but not as
cool as the latex as she rolled it onto my dick. I watched as she moved
above me to place me carefully and impaled herself onto my body. She
settled me deep inside her belly and leaned down to kiss me. My hands
moved immediately to her ass to guide the ride into oblivion.
The answer came to me when my hand bounced as I spanked her ass
while fucking her from behind. It turned her on even more as I
deep-stroked into her and my hand made firm contact with either butt
cheek. She got hot enough that her heat penetrated even through the third
latex shield we needed that night. After the fourth spanking of an ass
cheek, I could only hold on as she did the fucking back and forth on my
dick while on her knees.
When it was over, the experience had me thinking that maybe
college would not be so bad until the next day when I saw Shanelle again.
She completely ignored me as she walked by talking to an older male
preceptor from one of the other floors.
I was surprised but I actually smiled as I got it. It was her last
step in regaining control. I shook my head and decided that it had been
worth it for the sex but I would be more careful in my choice of women
from now on. Her implied denial of our act left a bitter taste.
After Shanelle, I did what came naturally and settled into a
schedule; heavy practice in the morning, college classes, and three times
during the school week a martial arts class. I seemed unable to recover
any ground with Helen and her disdain was translated into the cold
shoulder treatment. The preceptor I had faced down was pushing his program
mates from isolating me to disliking me. My swimming teammates had become
more focused in their dislike and even the upperclassmen were looking down
at me. My visits home became my only reprieve from the negative emotions
sent in my direction. The active dislike was abundant and I had no means
of cutting the people down. This was becoming an issue. The twins, my
family or even the female elite had shielded me from this type of
situation. I came to the decision that I needed a cushion of people
between me and everyone else.
I would have Brittany, who had assured me that regardless of what
anyone thought she would not be giving me up or hiding anything when the
semester started. The twins would also be there, but my family would not
be there so I needed to find more barriers or I would earn more than just
disdain by making examples of certain people. I was actively looking for
good candidates for my buffer when out of the blue they stumbled into my
life and chose me.
I am not a religious person but sometimes I cannot help suspecting
that a higher being loved the Smith family so much they created me just to
make the experience of being a Smith more enjoyable. That being was
obviously making sure I was happy, but sometimes even the satisfaction of
my needs were wrapped in a package to make someone in the Smith family a
happier person.
The two candidates were twin Chinese females, Joanne and Stephanie
Lee. They had straight black hair, and they kept their five foot seven
bodies in shape by running. The running could not undo the feminine
markings that nature had put on their bodies. They had mid C-cup breasts
and asses to make anyone look twice. They were both pretty with the Asian
tilt of their eyes adding mystery to what could have been plain brown
eyes.
I had taken over a four-person desk in the dorm lounge on a
Wednesday night to study for my first college final the next day when they
sat down with me. I looked up at them and moved my books to give them
room. I buried my nose back in the books. I did not need to study for the
class; due to my cumulative grades I only needed to pass the exam to get
an A. My third session class would start the next Monday so I brought the
books in case I needed a break from studying.
Joanne and Stephanie were also studying for a test trying to get
to the place I was by the time they took their final. They were willing to
talk to me, which was a break from what everyone else in the building was
doing. We chatted during the studying not talking about anything specific
and keeping it to introductory questions like were we were from, etc.
The studying session turned into a full-blown mutual familiarization
session when I admitted that I was only studying to kill time. They
laughed and told me they were in the same situation. The conversation
continued and we discovered we were taking the same class in third
session. We spread my copy of the books between us looking for what we
would like and would not like. They had decided on the same academic path
I was on which led to an MBA. I did not get into my reasons for going down
that road but they told me that theirs came from watching their family
struggle with owning and losing a business.
It was still early so I asked if they wanted to go to the local
ice cream shop. They smiled their consents and we separated to put our
stuff back in our room. They dressed differently enough that it was almost
hard to remember they were twins. Joanne kept her hair in a ponytail,
while Stephanie kept it down. They wore different shades of lipstick and
their makeup emphasized different things in their features. Joanne wore
jeans and a t-shirt while Stephanie wore a loose dress. I did not really
consider the differences in their clothing until much later.
We had fun at the ice cream shop and talked back in our dorm until
I had to excuse myself. I told them about my practice in the morning and
how I needed sleep. They each kissed me on the cheek as goodbye.
I lay in my bed for a half hour thinking about those kisses. I
liked the new twins in my life and wondered if maybe I could use them like
I did Sean and Patrick.
We had agreed to meet after my martial arts class the next day to
tell how we did in our classes. We had dinner together and spent most of
the night talking again. Their home was much further away than mine so
they did not go back often. I was scheduled to spend that weekend in the
dorm and was looking forward to it for the first time since I had moved
in.
Friday night changed a lot of lives. Joanne and Stephanie wanted a
taste of something they could have only now that they were away from home.
It led them to a place I could not go.
The only portent of what was to follow was that neither was
wearing makeup. I thought they were very pretty so I did not miss it. I
particularly preferred either a light touch or no makeup. They were almost
competitive for my attention during dinner, which I appreciated very much.
I tried to extend the mood by inviting them out to the local large
Cineplex. It was a bit of a walk but no one minded. I was not about to
complain since they both used any excuse to touch me as we walked to the
theater.
They chose a horribly bad movie to watch. It was playing on the
smallest of the theater rooms and we were alone. They sat down in a row
that had a barrier in front of it giving us plenty of leg room. We were
rowdy and made fun of everything on the screen. They eventually turned
away from the movie and concentrated on teasing me outrageously. I thought
that it would not go any further so I fought back with my own teasing.
Stephanie kissed me.
I had made a bad joke about every guy's dream being twins while
facing Joanne. Stephanie put her fingers on my cheek and turned my face so
that her lips could touch mine. It was exquisite with the some of the same
sweetness that I remembered tasting when I was with Tanya.
Our kiss ended and we were looking at each other through the
dimness of the theater when I felt Joanne's finger on my face. She turned
me so that her lips could touch mine. It had the same exquisite feel as
her sister's and carried the same taste of sweetness.
Those kisses ended the teasing and I spent the rest of the movie
being passed from one pair of lips to their sister pair. We did not calm
down until the walk home where I took any excuse to touch them. We finally
made it to the dorm. When I entered their room, Stephanie tackled me on to
her bed while Joanne closed the door and turned off the lights. She slid
over her sister to lie down by me on the wall side. She stole me from her
sister to catch up with the kissing she had missed. Stephanie took the
opportunity to attack my neck with her teeth and tongue. Joanne gave her
sister my lips back and copied the actions of her sister on that side of
my neck.
Their hands moved down and pulled my shirt out of pants and pulled
it away from me. Joanne kept me busy by kissing me while Stephanie
stripped out of her clothes. Stephanie then took over the duties so that
Joanne could undress. She kept me busy until Joanne stuck her tongue into
my bellybutton. I pushed up with my hips towards her and Stephanie scored
my side with her teeth. They licked and kissed my chest while one hand
from each undid my pants. I pushed my hips up and they pushed my pants and
underwear down my legs. Joanne jumped on my lips and stuck her tongue as
far into me as she could while her sister pulled my shoes, pants and
underwear off.
They guided me slowly to where they wanted me. Stephanie traded
places with her sister and turned me towards her away from the wall.
Joanne got behind me and she ran her lips and hands all over my back. When
her hand came around to grasp my dick, she gasped as she felt the size of
me. Stephanie instinctively understood and her hand moved down to join her
sister's. She did not gasp instead she opened her mouth and deepened the
kiss we were sharing.
Stephanie grabbed my face in both hands as she turned my face to
guide me so that she was underneath me. Joanne guided my legs over her
sister's body so I was straddling her legs. Joanne moved up my body and
pushed her sister's hand away from my face. She pulled me up and turned my
face to kiss me. Stephanie kissed her way down my body sliding the
straddle I had on her higher on her body. She pushed my upper body with
her hands as Joanne pulled me up. The twins stopped when my upper body
was straightened out and I was on my knees straddling Stephanie where she
could take me in her mouth. She slipped a hand underneath me and played it
along my ass. Joanne stopped kissing me and straddled her sister behind
me. A hand from each sister met at my dick and stroked me to full
hardness. Joanne cupped my balls with the hand that had been on my dick so
that Stephanie could stroke me with both one of her hands. One of
Stephanie's hands moved back to placing fluttering touches on my ass as
her other grabbed my thigh. Joanne wrapped an arm around me to place it on
my chest and pulled me back to place her face in my neck. She reached down
grabbed my dick about halfway up and guided me it to her sister's mouth.
They each nibbled my skin as it contacted their lips at the exact
same moment. My mind fought to accept the nerve signals, which had fired
at the same time, one from the tip of my dick as Stephanie touched it with
her teeth and the other from my neck where Joanne's hunger had driven her
to touch me with her teeth.
It struck me!
"No!" I said firmly and pulled myself out of Stephanie's mouth
before she could take me any deeper. I grabbed Joanne's hand on my chest
and spun out of her grip away from Stephanie. She sat up and the sisters
looked at me with confusion and apprehension.
I studied them, individually and then together. Joanne's hair had
been pulled out of the ponytail and in the dark I should not have been
able to tell them apart but I could just as I had discriminated between
the Smith twins from the day I met them. I pulled back as far away from
them on the bed as I could and looked at them as a unit.
It was the different clothing and the affected differences in
personalities that caused me to miss it.
"You're very good, but this will not happen," I said to them.
"What?" Stephanie asked.
"Why?" Joanne asked.
I looked at both of them as I had so many times with the twins.
Their brows furrowed as they felt the shift in my attention away from
their individual selves and move to seeing them as deep inside they saw
each other.
"Very good at hiding," I said looking at Stephanie.
"The us," I said looking at Joanne.
"We don't understand," they said together.
It was all I needed to confirm my decision. I moved so that I was
in front of Stephanie.
"I have someone..," I said and tasted her sweetness.
I turned to Joanne.
"you need to meet," I said and tasted her sweetness.
I lay down on the bed and looked up at them. They did not ask me
for more. Stephanie moved to lay down behind me and Joanne spooned herself
into me. She lifted her leg and Stephanie placed my dick between Joanne's
thighs against her pussy.
It was a night of fiendish sexual torture. They wanted me to
suffer for turning them down and they sensed that I strongly wanted to
enjoy them. They also knew that somehow they had become taboo and that
even I would not break that imperative. Their pussies were well rubbed
throughout the night and our lips touched in almost kisses as we
maintained the strain of our excitement. My hands kept their nipples hard
and they drove me nearly insane as one stroked the top of my dick with her
pussy while the other reached around both of us to play with the head. I
kissed shoulders and necks and they kissed mine and we managed only
minutes of sleep through the night.
We dressed in the light of Saturday morning drinking in each
other's nakedness. I took them out to breakfast and it was apparent that
they wanted to know more but had decided to follow my lead with no
questions asked. I guided us to the train station. They sat quietly with
each other on the ride home. They were dressed differently as always but
now there were two changes in their regular appearance; the makeup was
gone again and they both sported ponytails.
I gave the cab driver the Smith address, he gave out a shrill
whistle on hearing it and the twins raised their eyebrows at his response.
I stared out the window at the passing scene as I waited for the ride to
end.
Rachel answered my ring of the doorbell.
"Who is it?" asked my mother's voice from somewhere behind her. I
smiled at Rachel and moved aside for my new twins to enter. Both of their
eyes widened at the sight of Rachel. My mother came to peek around Rachel
and her eyes widened also at the sight of the two girls I had brought with
me.
Four pairs of female eyes looked questions at me but I placed a
finger to my lips and motioned the girls past me. As they walked into the
house, they examined and were awed by the interior of the Smith home. I
could feel them fighting back the feelings of intimidation and smiled. I
put a hand on each of the girl's back and pushed them towards the backyard
where I knew the twins would be. I did not expect the guys to have girls
over since that rarely happened when I was not around. So, I was surprised
to see them playing in the pool with Brittany when I opened the sliding
door to the pool. I took a twin in each hand and walked to the edge of the
pool. The Lee twins were looking at me on the verge of asking what was
going on when Brittany noticed me. She stopped their horsing around and
stared at us. The Smith twins had their back to us but turned around to
see what had caused Brittany to pause in her tracks.
In that brief moment all of the questions the Lee twins had were
answered. I let go of their hands and walked backwards until I could turn
to walk back into the house. Rachel and my mother were staring out the
glass doors trying to grasp the magnitude of what I had just done.
Brittany was the first out of the pool and I admired her body in
the white bikini she was wearing. The excitement of last night came back
with a roar at the sight of a woman that WAS available to me. My mother
was here with Rachel, which meant she was on private time and was engaged.
Brittany was mine at all times and my body insisted that I immediately
exercise the rights her body had surrendered to me long ago.
She moved her head back and forth as she looked at one set of
twins and then at the other. The Smith twins stepped out of the pool and
we could see the sharp intake of breath as the Lee twins got their first
sight of the Olympic class bodies and the legacy of good looks that Rachel
had given her sons. The Smith twins moved towards the Lee twins in unison
and Brittany backed out of their way until she could turn to walk into the
house.
She stepped inside not noticing she was dripping water over the
kitchen floor. The four twins now had four spectators to their actions.
They stood staring at each other for a couple of minutes before
the Lee twins started taking off their clothing. They were wearing the
same purple lace bra and matching thong. I could feel the women's eyes
move from female twin to female twin trying to spot even the smallest
difference.
"What are they doing?" Brittany asked.
Rachel touched the window, as if she could touch the Lee twins
across the distance and through the glass.
"If your parents want to the end the closeness, you hide it closer
and closer to your skin like in your underwear; that you are the same.
Parents don't look closely after you are old enough," Rachel said it so
low that it was almost as if she were talking to herself.
"I miss you Rain," Rachel said as her hand fell away from the
glass door. "I always miss you." Rachel turned from the doors and there
were tears in her eyes as she moved into the house.
"What was that about?" Brittany asked following Rachel's
retreating back. My mother's eyes were also flooded with tears as she
looked towards her lover.
"Her sister, Rain, died in a car crash. Her parents did not let
Rachel go with her that night. She never spoke to them again because of
it," my mother said as she turned to be with Rachel. Brittany looked at
me still confused.
"Twins run in families, Brittany," I said. I had not known about
Rain before but a lot of things made more sense. Brittany eyes flooded
with tears as she realized who Rain had to be. She looked outside where
the two sets of twins had moved so they were only separated by inches.
They were not talking but they were communicating furiously.
"I can't imagine losing someone in my family, but a twin?"
Brittany whispered as she moved closer to me for comfort. I put my arm
around her waist and kept looking out at the twins.
"It looked like it was still killing Rachel," Brittany nearly
sobbed in a low voice as she put her face on my shoulder.
Brittany's sexual behavior sometimes made me forget that she was
not one of us by birth. I kissed her temple as I held her. She had become
friends with Rachel after my sophomore summer and it had grown into
accepting Rachel as the big sister she sometimes needed. It had especially
grown in the last few months and sometimes her visits home were to be with
Rachel as well as with me. I did not think they were lovers yet but it was
probably coming.
Sean and Patrick nodded at me as they guided the Lee twins past us
and up to their room. I took Brittany's hand and led us to one of the
poolside lounges. I stripped clothing off until I was naked and pulled
Brittany down on top of me as I lay on the lounge. She looked around us
wildly, nervous about a possible audience.
"Everyone is going to be busy for hours," I whispered as I pulled
her down. She was still reluctant and tried to wriggle away from me. It
was exactly what I needed after the exasperating night I had with the Lee
twins and wondered if she was taking wolf lessons from my mother.
I grabbed a fistful of hair and she squeaked as her eyes flared at
me in reaction to my grip on her. I pulled her down to my lips and kissed
her hard. She stopped moving away from me as her sexual being took over.
She rested her weight on top of me and I rubbed myself into her.
The teasing from the night before had gone on for too long and I did not
want to wait any longer for my pleasure. I untied the bikini top at her
back and pulled it off her body. She made a motion to cover herself but I
grabbed her arms and wrapped them around my head. She slipped her tongue
into my mouth to be distracted from what I was doing. I untied her bikini
bottoms on both hips and pulled them off also. She whimpered a protest and
moved to get away from me.
I grabbed her arms and turned us so that she was on her back on
the lounge. She tried to cover her breasts and pussy while looking around.
"Stop!" I said angrily as I pulled her hands above her head. She
looked at me and something in my eyes hypnotized her for a second. She
grabbed the edge of the lounge above her head and surrendered to what I
wanted. I pulled her legs apart and pushed them towards her chest.
I did not bother with foreplay, instead grabbed myself and placed
my dick at her entrance. I plowed into her with no thought to her needs.
She was tight as always and her body only let me in halfway. I smiled down
at her as she arched her back. I grabbed her under her knees and pushed
her legs down hard against her torso. Her pussy opened under protest, I
pulled back and then I rammed myself into her, ignoring the tightness of
her protesting body. She grunted as she felt me hit bottom. I pulled back
and slammed into her again. It was all her body needed to stop her from
worrying about who might catch us. She flooded with wetness to make her
fucking easier. I pulled back and pounded into her again.
It had been a long night and the Lee twins had expertly kept me on
the edge with their teasing. I lost sight of everything else: the time,
where I was and who I was with. Everything became unimportant compared to
primacy of what I was doing: fucking Brittany hard with a night's worth of
sexual frustration giving me the impetus.
I pulled out and rammed into her pussy as hard as I could. She
grunted loudly and grabbed my forearms.
"Oh God! Fuck me!" she gasped when I pounded into her again. It
was one of the few things I heard for fifteen minutes.
I spent the entire time pounding in and out of Brittany completely
oblivious to anything except the feel of my cock invading her. I shifted
her weight so that she was slightly turned. This allowed me better
leverage to fuck her hard. I felt her pussy give up the fight to keep me
inside of her and felt it open to my hammering thrusts. She told me later
that her throat ached from the screaming as my strokes made her as
mindless as I was. She became her pussy and all her senses focused on our
fucking: the smell of her pussy and sweat, the salty taste of the sweat
she licked from her lips, the slapping sound as I contacted her body, the
sight of me completely focused on my pleasure and the feel of my hard cock
as it moved in and out of her.
I hit bottom, held and pushed into her as my body opened its gates
into her. It had been building up so it felt like that first shot was a
quart of my lifeblood releasing into her body. My upper body wavered but
my hips remained tight on her as I emptied another quart inside of her. I
collapsed on top her and she just held me too tired to sustain the natural
milking motion of her hips.
She got up much later to get us glasses of ice water. She shivered
on the way to door but no longer had any shame about walking around naked.
She told me she was sure everyone had heard her screaming so what was the
point.
A half hour later I began to make the first passes towards getting
into her again. I was playing with her breasts when she put her hand to my
face.
"Baby, I'm really sore," she said almost apologetically.
"So I'll let you drive," I said as I grabbed her hips and
maneuvered her above me. Her back was to me so I had a great view of her
ass as I settled her on top of my dick. I held her weight up so she was
impaled slowly on my cock.
She grunted and moved in some discomfort but I held her at bottom
to wait for her to relax. I guess my dick acted on her pussy the same as
her pussy on my dick, like a salve when my hardon ached. It was only a
couple of minutes before she started to rotate her hips.
She was sore so she could not fuck herself on me. She did have
great hip motion so it was just as enjoyable to feel her body hit almost a
reluctant orgasm as her motion rubbed my dickhead against the depth of
her.
"I'm not so sore anymore," she whispered. "But slow, baby."
I pulled her legs up and grabbed her by the inside of her knees. I
pulled her legs towards me with my handholds. It stretched her out and she
gave the sigh that comes with sore muscles being properly stretched.
I moved in and out of her but just a couple of inches. I managed
to hold on long enough for her body to get over its soreness enough to
join me in orgasm.
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The Lee twins and I went home Sunday afternoon. They were quietly
communicating with each other on the train ride to our school so I stared
out the window at nothing in particular.
Brittany told me she would be moving into her sorority house
early. Her sorority was a very exclusive one and the groundwork was being
laid to claim the twins and I as their property. She told me about some of
the wild parties they had so I was not going to complain but I thought the
organization would serve the twins and I well if high school behavior was
what I could expect from my schoolmates. Brittany had even made overtures
to the Lee twins about becoming sisters. The Lee twins had talked about it
being too expensive but Brittany had waved it off, as had everyone else.
It was obvious to everyone that the twins had become more than two.
Rachel was already treating the Lee twins like her daughters. I
shrugged out the window; the twins just felt right together and they
probably knew it better than any of us did.
The Lee twins had said they would think about it and I knew they
would accept the bids their freshman year. They had learned more defensive
maneuvers than the Smith twins and part of that knowledge included an
excellent set of camouflage techniques. The exclusivity of the sorority's
social sphere would insulate them in the same fashion that the Smith twins
and I had insulated each other. The Lee twins also enjoyed socializing,
which was a major difference between them and us.
I looked at them and smiled at myself. I wondered if Brittany knew
what she was setting loose on her sorority. My aborted sexual experience
with the two girls showed me they were just as wild as the two boys. I
shook my head as I stared out the window as I considered that her sorority
just might canonize Brittany even though she was throwing them to the
wolves. The Lee twins, the Smith twins and I would probably add Best
Fucked to their honor of being the Most Exclusive.
Everyone stared at the Lee twins when we got to the dorm. There
were some accusatory looks but they backed off when eye contact was made.
Even the disenfranchised could see there was something different about the
girls that went beyond their identical outfits.
I waved goodbye and went to my dorm room. I did not have anything
to study for so I just lay in my bed fantasizing about a midnight orgy
with Brittany's entire sorority. I reduced the numbers mentally figuring
some of them had to have boyfriends. I was laughing at my arrogance when I
heard a knock on my door. I thought about not answering since I should
have been trying to get sleep anyway.
The knocks came again and I noticed it was actually two sets of
knocks. I got out of my bed knowing who it was. I opened my door and they
walked in. They were wearing identical pink pajama bottoms and gray
t-shirts. Both had their hair in ponytails and were carrying identical
teddy bears. They trooped past me and climbed into my bed. I looked at
them and then at my door. I shut the door.
They were sitting on the bed with just enough space between them
for me. I got on the bed between them and they pushed me so I was lying
down. They turned me so that I was spooned against Stephanie's ass with
Joanne spooned against my back.
"Thank you." I barely heard them whisper as my eyes closed and the
feel of them lulled me to sleep. They must have both felt me nod because
immediately afterwards their breathing evened out into sleep.
Surrounded by the warmth of my pack, it was the best sleep I had
since I arrived at college.
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