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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 
http://www.ebookblue.com/steam.html


    

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