Triple-Tryst

CHAPTER TWO—A Morning to Remember

Long before I opened my eyes, I felt wonderful. Happy, content. I was still half-asleep but my insides seemed to ripple and clench. There was warmth and wetness, and soft voices—hushed but happy. Knowing it was a Saturday morning, I wanted to just sleep but there was something

down there

which needed tending to. Perhaps just going to the bathroom. I hoped I wouldn't wake my room-mate. He snored, was hairy, and we both pretty much existed in our own worlds. But it wasn't simply a full bladder. A party? Something else? I reached down to my crotch and smiled as my fingers found only smooth, hairless skin there. I stretched under the covers, inhaled and sighed.

A giggle from somewhere?

My hand slid up and up to my chest; again, not a hair. It felt nice to be like this. To be naked under the covers and shaved smooth and clean. I thought back to the time before I'd shaved that first time, trying to remember why hair was so important. I couldn't wear shorts anymore—not around Ken, my room mate—but that was okay. Didn't want Mr. Hairy Shoulders to think I was queer or something.

—Though the swimmers do that and nobody ever questions it; water resistance and all. And some of the other athletes with weak ankles—they shave at least as high as the tape has to go.

My nipples were hard, but something else was too. I ran my fingers over my chest, brushed my rigid points, and then slid my hand down again to my crotch. I reached further and found the firm base of what I realized was my morning-erection. Even that felt nice. To just be erect and—

—Then something came down and bumped my fingers. They were soft and seemed to encircle my...

I opened my eyes and raised my head. The morning light made me squint, but I could see that the blanket was lifted up over my lower body, and that the shape of this lump was familiar.

—And part of it, the part just over my crotch, was going up and down! Memories of the previous night floated back to me. Had it all been real? Had those things actually happened? I lifted the covers and peered down across my body toward the lump and every doubt I had fled!

Meg, my beautiful sister, turned her eyes to me and tried to smile, but her mouth was so full—of my cock—she could not. Then Courtney's face pushed into view, smiling up at me under the blanket. She continued grinning and then saw her sister remove her mouth from my prick. Before I could speak, Courtney then took my entire length (which as it is, is not much, to be truthful) into her mouth and began giving me head! Meg wiped her lips on the back of her hand and came and lay against me.

"'Mornin' brother," she whispered, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I felt a surge of lust for her (and for the girl who was now bringing me close to the edge of coming) and kissed her back—hard—on the mouth. I couldn't resist her, and didn't want to! She was too pretty, too warm and silky and soft. I pulled back from Courtney's sucking mouth, curled and turned, and a moment later I was laying halfway across Meg, kissing her mouth, her neck, her chin and cheek. I wanted her—needed her—and for the first time in my life, I was going to

take

her!

Such a strange feeling for me. As if the

womanly

side of me was asleep still, and the masculine was all there was left. I was a man and this was a beautiful, supple, gorgeous woman, and I wanted to fuck her. And Meg was obviously not opposed to it! She lay back, accepting my kisses, stretching and sliding her arms up above her head and arching, and I took her offer and began feasting on her beautiful boobs. Hard nipples—so hard! I sucked them, licked them, and with each thing I did, Meg seemed to melt and shiver. I curled up on my knees at her side, leaning over and enjoying the feeling of her flesh against my mouth, my face, my hands. Soon I would slip my knees between her legs, spreading them, and get my cock into her and...

—Now another body was hunched over from Meg's other side, the head bowing down and the lips taking Meg's other nipple between them. I watched the head turn and the tongue reach out and lick upward across Meg's smooth armpit, and then the face turned to me smiling. Courtney! Then together, she and I made love to our sister. The manic, urgent push to fuck Meg subsided within me—but not by very much. My dick was still hard, it drooled its own excited secretions, but now I knew somehow that there was no mad rush for insertion and completion.

Except...

I threw the covers and sheets completely off all of us, exposing the two beautiful female bodies to the morning sun. I knelt back and watched Courtney kissing Meg's creamy shoulders, licking the side of her breast, kissing down the middle of her heaving belly, and then my eyes followed the curves and contours of Courtney's crouched body.

So smooth. So soft and delicate looking—so womanly. My gaze traced the curve of her back, the shape of her ass, the way her thigh and calf was squeezed together, and the beautiful angles of her foot. Without thinking I moved over and got behind her. I watched her making love to her sister's chest for another moment, and then leaned down low and pushed my nose into the crack of her lovely ass. I inhaled, and the scent drove me wild. I fought briefly but gave in to the desire to not only smell, but to taste, and a moment later I was licking Courtney's crack—just the top portion—and the reaction was immediate.

Courtney gasped the moment she felt my tongue. Still on her knees she pulled back and straightened. Her body trembled, and as I followed her darling behind and kissed each of her cheeks, she gasped again, locked her hands behind her head and stretched.

The way the light streamed in through the big picture windows and caught this beautiful, pale, gasping figure, made the rest of room glow. I got up on my knees behind her, reaching around to cup her tits, feeling how hard her nipples were, then quickly sliding my hands down her sides to her hips. I pressed myself against Courtney's back, feeling my prick lifting up even harder and pushing partway between those wonderful buns of hers, but now another body rose up in front, also on her knees and also pressing close and tight against Courtney's body.

Meg and I—Meg looking delirious and beautiful—sandwiched our sister between us, simply pressing and rubbing and caressing. Our hands met as we explored Courtney's thighs and we held them together as we went on touching, caressing and giving our sister reason to continue gasping and moaning in the brilliant sunlight. I wished this to go on forever. I wanted to kiss my sisters, to kiss and taste every part of each of them, but before I could think any further, Courtney twisted around, put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me backward. I lost balance and tumbled, but the living room carpet was so thickly padded with extra sheets and blankets there was no impact.

—Until both my sisters pounced on me and resumed what they had awakened me with!

And now that feminine side of me opened her eyes and smiled. My hands reached down and found moving shoulders—smooth and soft—and heads bobbing and turning. I put my arms above my head to expose everything I had, and when hands started to turn me over onto my front, I reached quickly down to flip my erection upward against my belly so it would be out of the way.

Then hands were caressing my ass and lower back and shoulders. I sighed into the pillows and sheets. My legs spread slightly and my ass lifted. Now I remembered more of the night before, of being like this, of being on my back, of being fucked hard and deep—

—By dad!

I wondered where he was. I missed him. I hoped he would join us—or had that part all just been a dream? Were we in my dorm room? My sisters' room?

No.

Now hands and lips were caressing my thighs and calves. I couldn't help but stretch and reach out lengthwise. My cock swelled, throbbed, but I felt no where near coming. Not yet at least.

And now my feet were pulled further apart and my legs followed. My feet were laid with their tops flat against the billowy blankets and comforters and then pulled even further apart. Instinctively, I reached down and pushed my erection the other way, so it was pointing down between my spread thighs. I felt it throb, but then felt legs and knees surrounding each of my legs and then felt warm, slick, swollen mounds pressing down on the heel of each foot. They rubbed up and down and my heels were dripping with thick, warm, buttery secretions, and then the clock seemed to stop again.

Laying there I thought only of the feeling of Meg and Courtney rubbing their pussies on my heels. It seemed that their excitement transferred into me there, making me feet flex downward and my toes curl. My entire front side, from shoulders to toes seemed alive, focused. A shiver began and continued all through my body and I pressed myself into the soft, giving bedding. Then I heard my sisters both gasping, sighing, and their sounds made me even more aroused. I could feel their secretions running down the sides of each of my heels, wetting my ankles, dripping around to the front of each foot before being absorbed by the blankets. I began moving my heels beneath them, rubbing against their motions and the sounds of their pleasure increased.

But now I wanted to see!

Easing myself forward, I slipped my feet out from under them, turned quickly over and slid my feet beneath them again, this time facing upward. I raised my big-toes while I curled the other toes downward, and in moments my sisters' shocked and desperate expressions faded as they centered themselves on these two

prongs

and resumed their anxious humping.

Hearing them orgasm was one thing. Feeling their enthusiastic rubbing against my heels was another, but seeing them—watching them—orgasm was quite something else! Now I could see which was moaning, which was gasping, as their voices were as identical as their bodies and faces. The one on the left shivered and caught her breath—Meg. She shivered as the pleasure swept through her, her pelvis jittery and shaky on my toe. I stiffened it within her, pushing up, and her mouth fell open and her eyes fluttered closed.

Now Courtney's sweet voice moaned. She sat down hard on my other toe, swiveling her pelvis and enjoying the stiffness within her. She reached up and cupped both her boobs, pushing them upward and together. Her skin dulled as bumps formed over every square inch, and then, that particular orgasm finished, she began humping again, vigorously.

And between the vision of these two gasping beauties, closer to my eyes, my stiff pole sticking up in thin air. I could see it lifting and falling with my racing heart, saw a clear drop of fluid appear at its tip and then drool downward to join the trails and streaks of previous drops, and then lay my head back and focused my entire being on keeping my toes upright and stiff for my sisters. I wanted to give them everything they needed, right here and right now. I wanted them to orgasm till they couldn't orgasm anymore.

—Like the night before! They had licked and kissed each other's most secret place for hours on end, never stopping, never pausing. Tongues inserted deep, pushing, pulling, tasting. I remembered the wet smears on their faces when they finally did stop and come to join dad and me. I could smell the fragrance of their release, their satisfaction, and wanted now to give them at least as much if not more.

Their up and down and side-to-side motions increased in fierceness now. They were both on the verge. I saw them instinctively reach for each other's hands, clasp fingers and then proceed to move up and down in unison. I pushed up with my toes, loving the feeling of their hot, tight, wet openings slithering down and up, down and up, clenching, quivering inside. Their juices now ran down the tops of my feet, over the balls and between my other toes. My feet would be completely drenched when this was over, and I wanted to sit up afterwards and rub their lotion into my skin.

Gasping, groaning. Deep breaths, and then...they held their breath. So did I.

Pushing up so that my heels actually lifted from the blankets, I gave each of my sisters as deep a thrust as I could. Their interlocked fingers froze. They mouths hung open wide and the only movement was a jerking, shivering twitch which seemed to take hold of their entire body. The moment lasted, lingered; the orgasm continued. It went on past the point where I knew they had to take a breath and yet they shivered and shook. Courtney made a coughing, gagging sound. Drops of saliva shot from her mouth and drooled down her lip and chin, but she did not move.

Or could not!

Meg on the other hand (or foot) moaned low in her voice, a sound that steadily grew in loudness until I thought she was going to scream. But she didn't. The sound continued and then was cut off by a clenching at the back of her throat. There was a grunt, another gasp from Courtney, and then they both, in unison seemed to breathe out and then in, and the incredible tension seemed to melt from their bodies.

A moment later they opened their eyes, glanced at each other and half-laughed, half cried. Shakily they rose off my feet and came and collapsed against my sides. I felt how extra warm they were against me, how clammy their skin was, and I hugged them tight to me and accept their kisses and their wet foreheads against my shoulders. I closed my eyes and wondered to the sky, why I'd been given this chance to be so happy, so content.

But then a hand grasped my still-throbbing rod and began to pull up and push down on it. The outer skin moved with that hand while the rigid interior remained.

"The only problem is," Meg panted at me, smiling. "Is how to share this between us...."

"Actually," I gasped (my cock had flexed in that slowly jerking hand), "It's good for more than one shot, I'm told...."

* * *

Up until the moment when the head of my prick pushed into Courtney's pussy, I had never had myself in anyone's body. They both had put me in their mouths (though not to the point of coming), but...it wasn't quite the same—not like this! I looked down at where my cock was, my darker stiffness just now pointed at and lodged in the mouth of Courtney's lightly-haired, but obviously pale

V.

I looked upward from that point, up the long, shapely legs which I now held in my hands, leaned back slightly to consider the pinkish-pale soles of her feet, and then gazed down into her warm, smiling eyes. I leaned my face against the side of her left foot and smiled back.

Laying on her back with her legs spread so wide open for me, I couldn't help but think of how beautiful she was—every portion of her. But more than that, she wanted me; wanted me this way, right this moment. Feeling the liquid heat of her pussy against the head of my prick made the whole length swell and flex. My insides trembled, stiffened, and then with no other thought, I eased my pelvis forward and down and felt myself glide effortlessly into Courtney's hot, slick cunt.

It was dreamlike. Once again I was gazing into the mirror, seeing this pretty face so much like my own. In fact it

was

my face. No difference except now it wasn't glass I was looking into, but a living breathing person.

My own identical sister.

And it wasn't just my hand sliding back and forth along the length of my dick, engulfing it, squeezing it—it was her, Courtney's most private and beautiful place. I was deep inside her. Full length. My cock seemed to grow and reach deeper into her on each inward thrust. And on each backward pull, my sister's silken interior walls seemed to suck and slurp my organ just as her mouth had. In and out and in again.

Courtney's eyes fluttered closed and her mouth formed a loose

O.

Her breathing was fast and deep, and her skin seemed slightly glossy as sweat began to form. I pushed her legs back further, and as I let my lower half continue with its anxious back and forth thrusts, I turned and gazed at the backs of her legs, her heels, the bottoms of her pointing feet and curled toes.

I know how that feels

I said to myself.

Just how that feels. That thing in you like it was in me, going in and out, filling, emptying, sliding along in such a tight place, stretching that place wider and then going even deeper. Hitting bottom, lifting, pushing, pulling, filling the space so well that everything else, air, liquid—emotion—came drooling out. Everything leaking down and out, thick and viscous. So much...

Courtney gasped. I felt her cunt squeeze my prick like a fist. I shoved in deep, lifted up slightly and bit the back of her right calf. She breathed out a shuddering "...OoooOOh!" and then gasped inward again. I rammed her hard once and twice, and then went back to just going in and out and in and out, fast and evenly. I looked down at her, at her lovely, squirming body, at her rock hard nipples and her flat boobs. Her upper half—shoulders and breasts and arms and chest—were so pretty, so completely female. I remember feeling how she must've felt right then. I remember feeling that I must surely have a pussy—because what else could be churning and twisting inside me?

I shoved deep and held myself there, feeling her pussy gulp me and undulate around me. I wanted to come in her but at the same time never wanted to. I wanted to just go on fucking her day and night, on and on, in and out, until she had achieved some ultimate level of release. She deserved it.

But then so did I.

Then a hard, unrelenting fever took hold of me; like a violent storm or a rogue wave, it filled me, filled me with complete and utter desire for this beautiful, giving woman...this naked, exposed female. I was in her, having her, enjoying her and it was good. I pushed and pulled, fast, hard, deep. I could hear my bald crotch smacking wetly against her soggy, swollen pussy lips. Faster and faster. The tempo was now manic—in and out and IN!

And then that feeling of surrender, that feeling of overflowing, a burning vein, something hot gushing, coursing through my insides from somewhere deep. A pulse of liquid light that suddenly burst through the tip of my cock. It was so forceful, so long overdue that it almost hurt coming out—almost a pinch of pain, and then nothing but undulating pleasure, ripples spitting out thick pleasure, filling Courtney, overflowing and oozing back out as my continued plunging took up all inner space. I leaned forward, a gasping, grunting noise coming out of my nose. I opened my eyes and looked down, and saw my sister looking straight back at me, her expression so warm, so awed (as awed as mine?) and so...loving! Then her eyes rolled back and her chest expanded. She shivered and shook. I could feel her cunt squeezing hard, fluttering. I pushed and pulled and Courtney moaned, but her moan turned into a higher pitched "...hhhhhHHHAaaa!" It was a wailing sound that continued and sustained, only changing in volume each time I thrust into her.

Then, like that same rogue wave, it was over. I felt a shiver race down my back. My buns clenched; I felt tingles racing all over them and then down the backs of my legs. I felt my anus quiver and clench, and then I felt Courtney's left foot move inward and gently caress my face. I opened my eyes (having not realized I'd shut them again), and saw her smiling up at me, her face now calm and satisfied and no longer looking as though she were about to sneeze. I kissed the side of the ball of her playful foot, and then gently, slowly, released my grip on her legs and let them slide to my sides. I leaned forward and lay partly on top of her, still suspended on my elbows, and lowered my head to kiss her mouth.

Courtney, still breathing hard, kissed me gently and sweetly. There was nothing left in either of us that could be called 'passion' or 'lust.' Just this wonderful, fulfilled feeling. I felt my cock shrink, but wished it would stay firm. I never wanted to leave the hot, liquid insides of this gorgeous, sensual woman. I wanted to be in her forever. But a few moments later my cock slipped out and I went and lay against her.