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Sisters are always close, but none are closer than triplets, who share
EVERYTHING.
Mandy gazed up with wide blue eyes and swallowed anxiously.
"Wha... what are you going to do?" she whispered.
Sandy grinned back, her tongue sliding over her lips as she gazed down
at Mandy's soft flesh.
"I was watching a porn movie, well, me and Mark were last week, and it
had two women doing each other," she breathed.
She slid down on the bed, still kneeling, then pushed one of her legs
through Mandy's, hunching upwards until their groins were inches away
from each other.
"I thought lesbos only licked each other, but there's more they can do,
and it's not that gross or anything."
Mandy looked down anxiously but eager, her gaze fixed as Sandy pushed
her pussy against hers. She gulped in surprise as she felt Sandy's pussy
press into hers, but kept staring. Sandy pushed harder, then began to
grind her pussy against her sister.
"Rub back," she whispered.
Mandy twisted her body a little to the side and began to grind her
pussy back against Sandy's, staring in wonder as they mashed and rubbed
their pussies. She could feel the heat and moisture of Sandy's soft sex
as it rode across her own and swallowed in excitement as she felt her
pussy flare with pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Mandy groaned.
"Shhhhh," Sandy gasped, rubbing harder.
"Give me your hands, Mandy."
Mandy reached down and the two held hands. Sandy pulled hard, using the
leverage to mash her pussy even harder against Mandy's. Mandy gasped and
trembled, twisting and rubbing, humping faster and faster and whining
low in her throat.
"Oh! Oh Sandyyyyy!" she moaned.
"Shhhhh," Sandy gasped.
She felt her leg pressing against Mandy's breasts. She fell back onto
her back and clutched her sister with both legs, then pulled the one in
front back and began to mash her toes and foot down against Mandy's
breasts. She dug her toes into the soft, malleable flesh near Mandy's
hard little nipple, feeling it with her toes as she ground them down.
Mandy whimpered and shook, her hips grinding from side to side and back
and forth, her pussy burning with lust as she ground it into Sandy's.
Her eyes were wide, her jaw slack as she continued to stare at the
melding of their bodies.
She was breathing in short, sharp little pants, like an out of breath
cat, Her hands gripped Sandy's desperately as she felt her body getting
hotter and hotter. Her flesh seemed to sizzle and her insides twisted
and turned as warm pleasure flooded her.
Their pussies slapped and mashed and rubbed together, separated only by
a thin layer of damp, matted, golden hair.
Mandy's head slowly fell back until it was hanging upside down, jerking
up and down in time to their frantic humping and grinding. She moaned
and whimpered, her body weak and trembling.
Then she stiffened and clenched her teeth, her body jerking hard
several times as an orgasm roared through her head.
"UUUUUUUUUUUuuUuUuUuUUuUuUunGHH!!" she groaned, the sound long and loud
and quavering.
Sandy ground herself down harder, panting and groaning, feeling her
sister's hot pussy burning against hers. She knew Brandy had heard
Mandy's cry of release, and would have assumed it was hers. Now that she
thought she had finished she could be out any second, presuming she had
finished her own session.
She began slapping her pussy against Mandy's, pulling back a little,
then jerking hard on Mandy's hands to jam their groins back together.
Mandy lolled like a dead body, her eyes closed her mouth gaping,
unmoving except for Sandy's influence on her languorous body.
Then Sandy came too, gritting her teeth tightly, gnashing them together
as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy ripped through her. She mewled in
delight, her body twisting and grinding against Mandy's as her pussy
sent scalding waves of sensory pleasure ripping up through her body.
She gave a moan and let go of Mandy's hands. both girls dropped back
onto the bed, their legs still scissored, their chests heaving.
The water turned off in the bathroom and Sandy jerked upright, climbing
out of Mandy's bunk and clawing her way back up into her own before the
door opened. If Brandy was surprised not to be greeted by a sarcastic
insult when she came back she didn't let on.
She got into bed and turned off the lights.
Brandy prowled the library. She normally had some studying to do or had
a book to read or found something interesting in here, but today she
couldn't seem to sit down. She kept wandering up and down the aisle and
thinking about what Sandy had said.
She hated to think of herself as a prude, even though she had to admit
intellectually that she was right. Compared to Sandy, or even most other
girls, she was a prude. She even knew where Sandy had gotten that
statistic about teenage sex, from a report she herself had done for
sociology class.
And reports on sex were as close as she ever got to it. Except for
masturbation. It was stupid. It was childish. What was there to be
afraid of anyway? She was a grown woman, after all.
She turned a corner, deep in thought, and smashed into someone.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" she gasped, almost falling. Strong hands held her up
and she smiled up at Mister Connors, her English teacher. She liked him,
and respected his intelligence. He was cute too.
"Hi, Mister Connors," she grinned.
"Hello Brandy. Deep in thought, I see."
"I'm afraid so."
"Well, if you were Mandy I'd guess you were thinking of a new poem."
"No, nothing like that. I leave the poetry to those who are good at it."
"You aren't bad, though you tend to be, ahh, harshly critical of people."
"Do I?" she asked in surprise.
"You have high standards."
"I guess I do," she sighed.
"Problem?"
"No, not really."
"Well if I can help... " He started to move away.
"Mister Connors?"
He stopped and looked back.
"Do you think I'm sexy?"
"What?" he laughed, then saw she was serious.
"Brandy, you must know you are one third of the most desirable, sought
after troika on campus."
"I mean just me, alone."
"Ahhhh, well, if I have to comment, yes. Yes, you are extremely sexy."
"As sexy as Sandy?"
"Tight pants do not make one sexier," he sniffed with a grin.
She sighed in pleasure, then impulsively gripped the lapels of his
jacket, reached up and kissed him hard on the lips.
He gripped her arms softly and pushed her back.
"What was that for?" he gasped in surprise.
"Just... just... " She couldn't think straight. She was happy, and the
kiss, that kiss had...
She leaned forward and kissed him again, this time more softly. At
first he resisted, but her lips were soft and warm and silky.
He found himself kissing her back before he even knew what he was
doing. His arms went around her and their kiss became deeper, more
passionate. She pressed her body against his, backing him into the
shelf. Her mind spun, thinking about what she was doing, where she was,
who she was.
They were in the library, nearly empty at the start of lunch hour, in
the back corner of the historical reference section.
Their kiss went on and on, her tongue pushing against his, his sliding
against hers. Their bodies grew hot, both of them feeling the eroticism
of the moment, of the danger.
He turned, pushing her against the book shelf, his hands sliding up and
down her back, hers on his chest. He pulled back briefly, stared at her,
both of them gasping for breath.
He reached out with trembling hands and took her glasses up onto her
head, then kissed her again, a soft, hesitant kiss that almost at once
ignited and burned hot. He crushed her body against the shelf, his left
hand behind her back, his right sliding up and down her side, then up
her front to cup her breast.
She groaned, the sound absorbed by his own mouth. She wore a white
shirt with snap buttons up the front, a long blue skirt and a pair of
boots. He gripped the front of her blouse and tore it open, the snaps
all parting with a sharp crackle of noise, then his hands clutched her
breasts through her bra.
"OOOhhhhhh!" she groaned "OOOhhhhhhh!"
He mashed his lips into her throat, his hands undoing the clip between
her bra cups so they fell aside. His hands cupped and kneaded her firm
young breasts then as she gasped and shook in passionate desire.
He kissed her again, his right hand sliding down her side then rubbing
her groin through her long skirt. He grabbed the material and began
bunching it up in his hand, lifting the hem higher and higher as he
pressed her head back into some books behind her.
Then the hem was above her hips and his hand slipped under. She gave a
low cry of shock as she felt his hand slip into her panties and squeeze
her puss. She humped forward without even thinking, her sex grinding
into his hand as they kissed harshly, brutally.
He gasped, his body screaming with lust as his fingers slipped inside
and he felt her shaved pussy. He gripped her panties and pulled hard.
They strained, and then the side gave way, splitting. The panties
dropped down one ankle and her groin was bare to him. Their hands slid
over each other hungrily, passionately, their bodies grinding together
as both were overcome by intense yearning and lust.
He rubbed his hand up and down over her sex, then tore his lips from
hers, bending over and biting down on her stone hard nipple. He chewed
and sucked on the pink flesh as she whined and mewled and writhed in his
grasp.
He undid his fly quickly, pulling out a bulging red erection. She
looked down and saw it through bleary eyes, mouth gaping in shock, body
shivering in hunger. He mashed his lips against hers again, his knee
pushing between her legs, forcing her left leg up and apart.
She raised it and curled it around him as she felt his cockhead press
against her virginal opening. She was panting so hard she wondered that
she didn't hyper-ventilate and pass out. Then his lips pressed hard on
hers and her breathing slowed.
She cried out then as she felt his cock enter her, but the sound was
again absorbed by his own mouth as she writhed against the shelves.
Deeper and deeper his cock moved until there was a sudden sharp pain
inside her and she knew her cherry was gone.
She whimpered and kissed harder still, giving a long quavering gasp of
pain and pleasure as his cock drove fully into her and she felt it, like
Sandy had said, way up inside her belly.
Her hands reached up above her, grasping the thick wooden shelves,
arching her back as his body ground into her, his cock sliding slowly in
her tight sheath.
His head moved down again and he sucked hard on her nipples, his teeth
pinching and gnawing at them as he squeezed his hands up against her
bottom. His fingernails dug into her buttocks as she lifted the other
leg and put both around him.
She held onto the shelf as he humped into her. Each thrust jammed her
back against the shelf and she grunted from the triple blow of her back
against the shelf, his hips against her thighs, and his cock, as it
thrust deep into her silky tube. Her head rolled back and forth, her
glasses falling back onto her nose.
She whimpered and groaned and grunted as he thrust harder, desperate to
come off in her. His cock jerked her upward again and again, one of her
legs sliding back down as she weakened, the other still clutching
tightly around his waist.
His hands squeezed her bottom, holding her in place as he pulled her up
to meet each thrust. Her sex was like a velvet vice around his prong and
he groaned as he tore his meat back and forth.
She closed both legs around him again as she started to slide
downwards. His hands jerked her bottom back up as he thrust his cock
deep into her belly. She grunted in response, her head falling back onto
a shelf. His cock sliced back and forth between her pussy lips for what
seemed like hours but was probably no more than a minute or two.
Then she came, trembling and shaking and wriggling mindlessly, her head
bouncing against the shelf, her ankles beating on his back, her white
knuckled hands trying to dig into the wood above her and her pussy
spasming and crackling and fireballing with heat and sexual ecstasy.
She heaved and twisted and writhed, coming apart as his hard body
pummelled her against the shelf. Then he exploded himself, sending jism
streaming up into her roiling, churning, heaving belly.
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From the ebook: The Triplets, by Argus
Argus books have been published by Virgin Nexus, Silver Moon, Star,
Olympia, Chimera, and Beeline. His e-books are available for download at
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