Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: David's New Life
Part: Chapter 2 of 6
Universe: Doppelganger
Summary: A young man follows his older sister's example 
to learn that lust and love can involve more than one 
other person.
Keywords: mf, oral, 1st, voy
Language: English
Copyright: 2010

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David Norton, having helped his sister Katie and her 
friends help a damsel in distress - Ainslie, had been 
rewarded by the damsel agreeing to be his escort at his 
end of year school dance despite the fact she was a year 
ahead of him.

It had turned out a fun evening for her, something that 
she had found in short supply as her own friends had 
deserted her when her campaign against two lesbians at 
school backfired.  Ainslie had decided to reward David 
and granted his request that she let him eat her pussy.

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"*WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE?  ARE YOU ALRIGHT AINSLIE?*"

"Oh shit!" thought David *AGAIN*.  "She's woken Sophie 
up."

"*GO AWAY!*  Be quiet and go *AWAY*.  I'm *ARRHH!*"  
David had inadvertently done the very right thing at 
nearly the very worst time.

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's the 
matter."

"If you just shut up for two minutes I'll let you find 
out.  Now *YOU*, do that again - and then I think three 
or four times more."

David wasn't going anywhere even if he wanted to.  
Ainslie had not relaxed her grip even though his right 
ear had been rather painfully pulled around.  He could 
see the funny side of the situation now it seemed 
Ainslie's father still wasn't home and that Ainslie had 
liked what he was doing.

He continued, licking and sucking the lips that were 
coated with the last remains of what had seemed an 
inexhaustible supply of juices.

Ainslie was a little more subdued now, the arrival of her 
sister seemed to have cleared some of the fog in her 
brain and she enjoyed her release with moderated moans.

David was grateful when Ainslie let him up, grateful to 
be released, grateful for a chance to rest his tongue and 
grateful for an unexpected opportunity that had turned 
out every bit as good as he had imagined.

Ainslie eased past David as he sat by her bed, his head 
on the quilt.  She patted him, a casual reward for yet 
another job well done.  He realised, with some horror, 
that Ainslie was going to open the door.  *HE* was 
alright; his mouth was damp with pussy slops but 
everything else was in order - if you ignored the lump he 
hastily adjusted in his pants.

Ainslie though!  She was starkers!  And Sophie seemed 
even more shocked to see her standing there like that 
than she must have been by the worrying noises that had 
woken her.

Ainslie simply grabbed her hand and pulled her through 
the doorway.

"Hey!"  Sophie was looking at her classmate resting 
against her sister's bed.  "What?"

"Just trust me - you *WON'T* regret it!"

Ainslie pushed her sister onto the bed where she had just 
been.  Sophie was suddenly conscious that this gave David 
a view along her thighs to her bare pussy.  She closed 
her knees and pulled the hem of her nightie down.

That didn't cover her quite as modestly as she wished 
though, the neckline was pulled down too and David looked 
up to see a sliver of browner crescent against a rising 
moon.  Sophie followed his gaze and relaxed her grip just 
a little so both ends were decent.

She looked back at Ainslie - her older sister looked 
flushed and she stank!  Sophie accepted the heavy perfume 
was kind of nice though.  Hell, here she was sitting with 
her *NAKED!* sister - that was a rare enough sight - and 
her date.

Sophie was a little jealous; she'd only got to hold hands 
on the way home and a kiss on the cheek in front of her 
date's parents.  She had been hoping for a little grope 
that would show he was interested - even if she had to 
slap him down for it while wanting more.

What had they been up to?  If David had been naked it 
would have been obvious.  Had she interrupted them before 
they had gotten down and dirty?  No.  That wouldn't 
explain her sister's screams, the strong almost cloying 
smell of pussy, and, now that she looked, the gleaming 
trail running down the inside of Ainslie thigh and the 
matted hair in her bush.  No.  They had been up to 
something, she just didn't know what.

"Just forget about your nightie for a minute.  You wanted 
to know what all the noise was about.  If you lay back 
for a while you'll find out."

Ainslie, assuming David would perform as requested, was 
pushing Sophie's shoulder as she spoke.

Sophie resisted.

"But..."

"I said trust me.  You *WILL* like it, I guarantee and 
you're quite safe.  *YOU'RE* not going to say anything 
about this, are you David?"

Mentally crossing his fingers by making the unjustified 
assumption that "this" only meant Sophie's presence, 
David said "No".  He wasn't sure he had the stamina to 
repeat all he had done with Ainslie but he saw Sophie's 
pussy beneath the hem of her nightie and knew he wouldn't 
be able to live with himself if he had gotten this close 
to it and simply walked away.

Sophie was one of the more noticeable girls in his year.  
Like her sister - until recently - she was one of the 
movers; others followed her lead.  The school wasn't like 
those portrayed in movies of California where the wrong 
side of the tracks met wealthy snob.  Here in the suburbs 
the gap between top and bottom was much closer and there 
was enough social faux pas to go around so no-one missed 
out.

Having a father who drank a little at home wasn't much 
different from one who drank a lot socially.  Having a 
dead mother was probably better than one who had run off 
with the neighbour.  Wearing last year's clothes or being 
seen in the same outfit at two consecutive parties was no 
worse than three women turning up in the same design 
because that was what the local department store received 
in its last shipment.

It didn't mean people couldn't find fault or be nasty, 
simply that the social structure was a homogenised mix; 
people gravitated towards those with similar interests 
but that sort of stratification did not relate to 
parental income.  Jocks were still jocks, nerds were 
still nerds - but they could be friends without anyone 
making a big deal about it.

Sophie was friendly enough to David - no-one was really 
nasty - but it had been a general politeness rather than 
any sense of closeness.  David didn't expect that to 
change but if he could get a glowing reference from her - 
discretely passed on to her friends, the numbers swelling 
over time - then he might well get to try all 41 flavours 
at his imaginary ice cream parlour which specialised in 
'essence de chat de la belle femme' as the secret 
ingredient.  Now *THERE* was a goal he could strive 
towards.

Sophie had to concede that Ainslie hadn't steered her 
wrong too often in recent years and, assuming her sounds 
were caused by pleasure, David must have been doing 
something right.

Sophie got a little suspicious for a second.  She knew 
David was fifteen like herself; there had been some 
messing about at school at one stage and she had found he 
was a couple of months her junior.  That made Ainslie 
about seventeen months older than David yet she had 
apparently accepted his invitation to the dance 
immediately he had asked; she didn't even think it over.

So what did Ainslie know about David that she hadn't let 
on before?  Was he some super stud?  No his behaviour at 
school was sufficiently nerdish to seem to rule that out; 
what good was it to *BE* a stud if no-one knew?

Perhaps *HE* knew something about Ainslie; was 
blackmailing her.  She had after all been found with 
drugs - maybe there was some other dark secret.  Sophie 
dismissed this as just fantasy.  She could accept that 
Ainslie could have some dark secret - parading around 
naked with a boy in her room seemed pretty dark just 
then.  She could accept that David was nasty enough to 
blackmail Ainslie into organising an orgy.  She just 
couldn't picture Ainslie as a good enough actress to 
spend the whole evening enjoying herself with someone 
holding a threat over her head.

Maybe she just won him in a raffle!

Sophie made up her mind and gave David a glare that more 
than adequately conveyed the message "You had *BETTER* 
not say anything about this!".  She ceased her resistance 
and let Ainslie push her to the bed.

"Now show her what you can do David."  Ainslie stood 
towering over him with her younger sister's nightie 
lifted to show them both the neat patch of fur over her 
pubic region.

David, with a weak smile, sought confirmation he really 
had Sophie's permission to continue.  He rested his palms 
on Sophie's lap and gently pressed, trying to ease her 
thighs apart.  After a second, Sophie let him do as he 
wished.

Caught up in the situation, David didn't consider how 
Sophie's circumstances were different to Ainslie's.

- - -

Ainslie had been a little intoxicated.  Certainly not 
drunk enough to have no recollection or only regrets the 
next day.  No, she had wanted, accepted and enjoyed all 
she had shared with David.  It was just the mild state of 
euphoria she had experienced before she arrived home made 
it easier for her to relax with a teenage boy she really 
barely knew.

Sophie, on the other hand, was sober, knew David well, 
would see him every day at school (not that there was 
much of that left for this year), would have to talk with 
him like this hadn't happened - regardless of whether it 
was the best or the worst experience in her life.

She would have to stand in front of him knowing that, 
unlike all the other boys mentally undressing her, *HE* 
would actually know what her most intimate areas looked 
like.  She would never be sure what he was thinking 
whenever he smiled in future.

Ainslie didn't appreciate just what an effort her sister 
had to make when Sophie did decide to trust them both.

- - -

The next difference, and more significant in some ways 
though it depended on the first difference as well, was 
that David and Ainslie had gradually gotten friendly 
throughout the evening, comfortable on the walk home and 
excited by their staged introduction to pleasure.

Sophie was being stormed directly and David was too 
inexperienced to realise the necessity of adequate 
preparation.

He wasn't coarse enough to harshly force her knees aside 
and push his tongue into her twat; *THAT* would have been 
more the unlamented Ritchie's style had he deigned to 
sully his lips.  In fact David quite sensitively stroked 
the soft skin of her thighs and even brushed his lips 
over her knee in a casual kiss.

In the years David had known Sophie it was the first time 
he had touched his lips to her person, though not the 
first time he had considered them kissing.  In his 
imagination he had worked his way through many of his 
class, mentally undressing them in turn (as Sophie 
suspected) or imagining making out with them.  It had 
enlivened many a dull lesson but often left him 
uncomfortable about standing to leave the room at the end 
of the period.

Had he been realistic, many of the imagined sessions 
would likely have involved him being humiliated in some 
way and in none had the kiss occurred under conditions 
such as he was currently experiencing.

- - -

The third difference between Sophie's introduction to 
cunnalingus and her sister's was that Ainslie hadn't had 
someone avidly watching her.

Ainslie didn't realise just how much attention she was 
paying to the gradual revelation of the hair-covered pads 
and thin-edged flaps at the top of her sister's legs.  To 
Sophie it seemed like her sister was drooling over her 
nakedness while Ainslie's own shameless state of undress 
was betraying her refreshed arousal.  Sophie could 
actually see her sister's nipples jutting out as she 
watched.

If Sophie had suggested Ainslie was getting hot looking 
at little sister's body, Ainslie would have been shocked.  
It wasn't exactly true anyway; Ainslie's arousal was 
based on her anticipation of the moment David's lips 
would make contact; she was vicariously reliving her own 
experience in the third person and Sophie's body was 
merely the scenery for the next act of an ad-libbed 
performance.

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David's cheek now rested on Sophie's thigh and his breath 
stirred the short dark curls.  Gazing from such a short 
distance he realised that Ainslie had trimmed the edges 
of her own pubic hair to narrow the triangle.  Sophie 
was, in contrast, entirely natural and it was amusing for 
David to look at the odd irregular crenulations of some 
of the single threads that strayed outside the denser 
thatch.

His lips finally made contact with the soft fur but to do 
so he had to lean over Sophie's legs; she had not yet 
relaxed those, the only remaining defence of her 
innocence.

Forget actual virginity, she hadn't played with herself 
let alone had anyone else visit there - that was probably 
why she had been disappointed with her date - but if she 
*LET* David go that extra few centimetres, to have the 
access he wanted and which her sister recommended she 
provide, *THEN* she knew her self-image as an innocent 
young girl would irrevocably vanish.

She could see herself simultaneously as innocent and 
tease but would not be able to maintain the pretence 
while she viewed herself as wanton, as sullied, as a 
slut.

It would have shocked her, really shocked her to the 
core, had she known how Ainslie's own sense of innocence 
had been shattered, though she at least had learned to 
pleasure herself before that had happened.  Ainslie would 
have killed to have had David or someone like him be the 
first to share her secret places; she had been tempted to 
do exactly that so her sisters would have just that 
opportunity.

David waited for Sophie to relax; patiently at first, 
tickling his nose as he brushed it through the curls and 
occasionally poking it between Sophie's thighs so it just 
rested on the surface of her clit.

Still Sophie lay passively.  Ghandi would have been proud 
of her abilities but perhaps not the cause to which she 
applied them.  David realised that he would have to take 
more control if he was ever going to get home.

He sat back and gently took Sophie's right calf in both 
hands.  "May I?"

He didn't wait for and answer but straightened the leg.  
Sophie wasn't ready and he rested it over his left 
shoulder before she realised what her was doing.  Her 
left leg soon followed and now he was able to slide 
towards his target, his hands circling around and over 
her legs to ease them apart as he got closer.

David could see the thin edges as not quite straight 
lines bisecting the thinner fur between Sophie's legs.  
Ainslie's had been spread by his fingers as he had 
explored her pussy; Sophie's were sealed, hygienically 
protecting her vagina when access wasn't required.

But David did require access and, when he touched the 
surface, Sophie shivered.  Her own fantasies of Love's 
First Touch hadn't featured David, though he most 
certainly didn't put her off.  She wasn't romantic enough 
to insist she was saving herself for Mr. Right.  When Mr. 
Right came along she wanted to have tried out one or two 
Mr. Wrongs so she could pick the difference.  Anyway, she 
suspected there were far more Mr. Almost-Rights and Mr. 
Near-Enoughs and, most unfortunately, Mr. Only-Found-Out-
About-His-Bad-Habits-After-The-Weddings.

Her fantasies most certainly hadn't featured Ainslie and 
definitely not an Ainslie whose hand had crept between 
her legs.  Ew! Hello!  Wasn't she the one who had been 
turned off by girls?

Sophie was considering saying something about it when she 
grasped the advantages she might enjoy in witnessing her 
sister getting off watching *HER* getting eaten.  It was 
obvious now where David was heading and explained what 
had been going on before.

Sophie had to admit she wondered why a guy would go near 
what was an excretory area - or two girls; that had 
seemed the strangest part about Ainslie's campaign 
against Tyler and Leslie - why would they *WANT* to do 
that to each other?  Perhaps she was about to find out.  
Maybe it felt nice and one was forcing the other to do 
it.

Maybe that was David's secret; he was a wimp who ate 
pussy 'cause he couldn't get it any other way.  That 
could explain why Ainslie had latched onto him as well - 
she didn't have much of a social life at present; was it 
simply a case of two losers linking up?  And if so, what 
did that make her?

David had penetrated the area between Sophie's inner 
lips.  They had needed careful peeling apart and he had 
accidentally caused some discomfort if not actual pain in 
trying to find the entrance to her virgin hole.  He 
realised the wonderful juices he had drained from 
Ainslie's snatch were absent and wondered whether it was 
a normal variation between the girls or whether he was 
doing something wrong after getting so much right.

Ainslie had liked his tongue - he tried that.

Sophie was clean, but she had washed before the others 
had arrived home after their nocturnal exercise and had 
been in bed for almost half an hour.  There was just a 
hint of sweat but it merely provided the barest taint to 
Sophie's otherwise neutral skin.

David ran his tongue between the lips held apart by his 
fingertips and rubbed it hard against Sophie's clit; 
*THAT* had driven Ainslie wild.

It certainly had an effect on Sophie but not quite what 
he had expected.  Ainslie had grabbed the back of his 
head and pulled him against her; Sophie's "*ARRGH*" was 
accompanied by her flattened palms pushing against his 
forehead.

Unprepared, the assault on her clit had been just that.  
The rawness of the sensations had seemed to almost burn.  
She wanted gentleness and he had been the awkward gawky 
nerd she had thought him to be.  Sophie was about to make 
him get up when her sister interfered, again!

"David, not there, not yet.  She's not ready."

Ainslie had found that her vibrator made her come over 
and over when resting there but only after she had coated 
it with her juices; and that meant she had taken long 
enough to get herself worked up to produce those juices.  
If she used it on her clit before her body was ready it 
did absolutely nothing.

"Lick up her juices instead."

"There aren't any."

"Well that's your problem then, you have to make some.  
Try licking lower down."

Do I have to be here listening to this?"  Sophie found it 
all so embarrassing, even so when they talked around her.  
"You could at least take your finger out of your snatch 
when you're talking about me, if you won't talk to me!" 
she berated her older sister.

Ainslie started.  She hadn't been actually frigging 
herself while she had tried to help but her hand *WAS* 
curved lightly around her mound.

When David had stopped rubbing his tongue over Sophie's 
clit, Sophie had released his head and Ainslie watched 
him approach her sister, hopefully with better results.  
She finally realised her presence was probably affecting 
Sophie's pleasure; Sophie's own arrival outside her door 
had certainly interrupted Ainslie's flow.

It was just she knew that David could do a good job if 
given a chance and wanted Sophie to experience it as 
well.  "Who knows", she thought, "Sophie could keep him 
for a boyfriend and lend his tongue to me on occasion.  
Hah!  What if they got married?  Would she let me borrow 
him to do a few odd jobs around the house?"

It was a delightful fantasy, and not at all why she had 
pressured her sister into trying David before he went 
home.  Ainslie realised that, nice as the evening had 
been and therapeutic as his loving had become, she just 
didn't feel that spark between them that said he was more 
than an opportunity for her to chase some ghosts away.  
If he was similarly making some use of her she didn't 
feel cheated; if he felt it was something more, well, he 
shouldn't be cheating with her sister should he?"

Sophie had nowhere to look but around the room or at her 
sister; Ainslie had taken her hand away from her genitals 
but that hadn't really helped Sophie.  The evaporating 
moisture she could see shining on her sister's fingers 
only restored the fading aroma in the room and Ainslie's 
nipples still cast long shadows across her breasts as 
further evidence of her arousal.

No, any help Sophie received came from David.

His tongue had found a depression and, by squirming 
around there some switch had been triggered and he began 
to taste the flowing juices.  He didn't know whether his 
memory had faded or whether the wait made it seem better 
but as he swirled his tongue through the increasing 
torrent he felt sure Sophie tasted far nicer than her 
sister, and still he had nothing but praise for Ainslie.

He licked it up and in doing so both caressed and coated 
Sophie's vulva.  When his tongue ventured as far as her 
clit she felt a much nicer tingling sensation, nothing 
like the harsh sandpapery contact from before - this she 
could learn to like, frequently.  Maybe she had misjudged 
Ainslie, and David; Ainslie had been trustworthy and he 
obviously wasn't just a loser - he was in the very least 
a talented wuss.  Still if he was pussy-whipped she was 
glad that it was her pussy that seemed to be in charge 
for the moment.

"Oh yes.  Keep doing that."

Ainslie decided Sophie was finally discovering David's 
capabilities and she could get out of sight and perhaps 
return to a little finger-fucking of her own while they 
continued.  She sat down on the floor next to David and, 
as she did, noticed the large bulge in his pants."

"Oh the poor guy.  He's been like that since we came in 
here.  It can't be comfortable."

David felt her hands opening his fly.  What was happening 
now?  He couldn't ignore the hand carefully lifting his 
prick, and a couple of its dependents, out of their warm 
but admittedly confining home.  He couldn't ignore it, 
but he could do what he had started out to do and provide 
enough pleasure for Sophie that she might look favourably 
on him in future or, in the very least, pass on her 
recommendation to others around her.

He suspected he would only get fondled by a curious 
Ainslie; perhaps maybe, if he was lucky, a hand job.  He 
certainly didn't see fucking anywhere on the horizon and 
a blow job seemed to be sitting way out there as well.

Ainslie, marvelling in the look and feel of his 
appendage, decided to see if Ritchie had made it 
impossible for her to give head to another man.  She 
reclined along the side of her bed, her shoulder pressing 
uncomfortably against David's knee until he shifted it.  
He was leaning slightly forward, his butt off his heels. 
and it left her just enough room to get her head next to 
the head of his penis.  A finger circled it and dragged 
it towards her waiting mouth.

Ainslie almost gagged immediately.  There was nothing 
wrong with David's prick and the masculine odour wafting 
from his pants was not unpleasant.  Instead Ainslie had 
briefly relived Ritchie's spewing organ filling her mouth 
the first time she had taken a prick anywhere inside her 
body.

She tried to think only good thoughts, wondering if she 
would be better off rubbing herself at the same time to 
make the situation as different as possible.  Certainly 
she had felt no pleasure during Ritchie's visits.

Ainslie resumed sucking while opening her legs to allow 
her room to work.  It would have been nice to have had 
David's hand there while she was working on him but 
unfortunately he was occupied elsewhere.

Ainslie silently damned her sister for waking, ignoring 
the cause and any responsibility she herself may have 
had.  Sophie was certainly copying her big sister though!

David was amused rather than alarmed by the noisy 
exclamations this time, pacing himself and teasing Sophie 
from time to time in an effort to produce an even louder 
utterance from her lips.

That was how the three of them were then; Sophie on her 
back with her nightie up past her belly button, her legs 
wrapped around some boy's neck and her hands busy under 
the top of said nightie.

David had his ears blocked by the firm grip of Sophie's 
pale thighs and his nose was just clear enough from her 
pubic mound to allow him an occasional breath.  His 
tongue ached with the effort he had expended on both 
girls' behalves and his face was damp - as were Sophie's 
thighs that rubbed past his cheeks, spreading the juices 
he hadn't managed to swallow.

He was also enjoying the blowjob being provided by the 
naked girl who was lying next to and under him; a girl 
very actively frigging herself!

And of course, *THAT* was when the door swung open.

"*WHAT* are you doing?"

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