Tammy hesitated a moment before asking, “Why don’t you marry our mom? Then you could REALLY be our dad.”
Her hopeful sincerity warmed my heart, and I hated to disappoint her.
“It wouldn’t be fair to your mom,” I told her. She looked up at me and I could see she didn’t understand.
Surprisingly, Terri explained. “He means he likes us better than he likes our mom.”
I could see that Tammy still didn’t get it. “Your mother needs a man who would love her just for her, not someone who would love you two more than her,” I elaborated. Tammy frowned as she considered this, and finally realized what I was talking about; that I would always want to make love with the two of them more than with their mother. She sighed, and I
was as regretful as she was.
We found the long aisle that displayed little girls under wear. While Terri and Tammy browsed through them my mind imagined all the different sizes and shapes of little girl butts and pussies that would fill the diminutive panties, which came in assorted colors, no less. Tammy smiled at me knowingly, picking up my erotic thoughts, and I shrugged helplessly back. I saw a small section displaying a brand called L’ Amore Juvenile, and my heartbeat speeded up a bit as I realized they were bikini type panties, the same as a woman would wear only in girls’ sizes.
Terri sensed my excitement and came over to see what had my blood pounding. She snickered when she saw what I was looking at. “I don’t have to be a mind reader to know what YOU’RE thinking,” she smirked, as Tammy walked over to see what all the fuss was about.
The thought of my sexy young friends wearing these sexy little panties beneath their new clothes made my dick swell with an erection, and Terri also began to twitch her legs together, as though she had to pee, empathically connected to my sex genitals. “Behave yourself,” she admonished me, wagging her finger as I smiled guiltily.
“Don’t tease him, Terri,” said her sister, defending my lustful desires. “He can’t help it.”
Tammy picked up a package and studied the designs on the small bikini underpants. I saw one that came in a spotted leopard skin print, and I immediately thought of Jane in the old Tarzan movies. Tammy chuckled and pounded her chest. “You Tarzan! Me Jane!” she said, comically trying to sound sexy. She looked at Terri and pointed. “She Sabu!” Terri rolled her eyes at me. My telepathic friend was making me even more embarrassed.
“I’m sorry Tom,” said Tammy, smiling in spite of her apology as she realized she was doing what she had just told her sister not to do. “We’ll wear ’em, if you really want us to. Won’t we Terri?”
I watched as they picked out their choices, but now I started to wonder what their mother would think. I went over to the other rack and took a couple packages of regular little girl, colored underpants. When the twins looked at me curiously I ostensibly said, “We don’t want your mom to think I’m turning you two into preteen strippers or something.” They laughed their high pitched giggles and I joined in as we carried our plunder back to Dawn. The thought of them doing a strip tease was an intriguing one, though.
The girls watched in awe as the cash register kept going and going and going…finally coming to a stop at well over five hundred dollars. Their mouths dropped in shock as they watched me calmly hand over my gold card, their eyes darting back in disbelief to the total on the machine. Dawn read my name on the card and I saw her brow furrow in concentration.
“Are you the children’s author?” she asked finally.
“Yes, I am.” Already surprised by the amount of money I was spending on them, Terri and Tammy were further impressed at my being recognized by a total stranger. I grinned to myself as I saw them speechless for the first time since I had known them.
Dawn proceeded to tell us how her little sister had all of my books, and asked me to give my autograph for her. She gave me a blank piece of paper and told me to make it out to `Tanya’, which I did. Then she had me autograph the credit slip as well, prudently tearing up the carbons. Terri finally found her voice and eagerly informed her that I had just finished another book, and I thought I detected a note of pride in her voice as she told Dawn to be sure and tell her sister about it.
Dawn handed each of us a large shopping bag filled with our booty and gave us a very sincere thank you as we walked off. The girls were having a hard time carrying the heavy bags, barely able to keep them off the floor. I considered offering to help but both of them shot me determined looks, Terri sensing my concern and Tammy hearing it. They had to switch arms
several times before we made it back to the car, where we put everything in the trunk. We walked down to the corner and had lunch at McDonald’s, and I asked them what they wanted to do next.
“Could we go to the top of the Sear’s tower?” asked Terri, after a moments consideration. Tammy nodded her eager approval of the idea. “Sure,” I said. “I haven’t been there for a while.”
We decided to walk the few blocks, since it was a nice day and it was easier than fighting traffic and finding another parking place. We were only halfway there, threading our way through the lunchtime crowds, when Tammy started rubbing her temples as if she had a bad headache. “You okay?” I asked her, as we waited for a light to change so we could
cross the street.
“Yeah,” she said, but her expression was rather pained. “It’s all these people. They make a lot of noise up here.” She pointed at her head. “Sometimes it’s hard to block it out.”
I hadn’t realized that her `receiver’ might get scrambled from being in a crowd, with so many people’s thoughts intent on hurrying or business.
“Will you be all right?” She nodded grimly, and I could tell it was hard for her. “How about you?” I asked Terri.
“I’m okay,” she shrugged. “I can feel everyone’s in a hurry, but it doesn’t really bother me. I can block it better than Tammy can, I guess, ‘cause I don’t have to listen to them. She’s the telepathetic one,” she added, mispronouncing it once again, apparently on purpose. “TelePATHic!” Tammy exclaimed, exasperated by her sister’s attempt at humor.
“That’s what I said,” Terri responded mildly, giving me an innocent look. Her eyes were smiling, however.
“Can’t you feel her headache though?” I asked, remembering how Terri seemed to be `connected’ to those she cared about, especially her twin.
“I can tell her head hurts,” she said, looking at her sister with some concern, “but I can kinda block it out, when I have to.”
“How come you don’t `block it out’ when I start to get a you-know-what?” I asked, as we crossed the street with the flow of people.
Understanding that I meant how she always gets hot and excited when I get a hard-on, she said seriously, “That’s different. That feels GOOD!” I couldn’t think of any way to help her sister, so we continued on.
We finally reached the world’s tallest building and took what must have been the world’s fastest elevator up to the observation deck. Our ears popped when we got there. Tammy seemed more at ease now that we weren’t in the middle of a crowd, and I gave both girls some change for the telescopes that were placed all along the windows. I pointed out some planes circling around O’Hare airport, seeming to be at the same altitude as we were. It was a beautiful view, and the girls ran around eagerly pointing out all the landmarks.
When we had seen all there was to see, I suggested, jokingly, that we walk down instead of taking the elevator. Both girls looked at me as if I had lost my mind, and I had to laugh. We plummeted down in the elevator and made faces trying to get our ears popped again. There were a few stores on the ground level, and I saw something that gave me an idea. “If you
listened to something on that,” I said to Tammy, pointing to a Walkman with headphones, “would that help you block out the crowds?”
Tammy considered this, and decided it might work. We went into the store and I asked Terri if she wanted one too, since I wanted to be fair about it, but surprisingly she said no. They weren’t like other sisters, who felt a constant need to compete or have the same things that the other one had.
So, with Tammy wearing the headphones and listening to a radio station, we headed back out to the busy street. After a half block, while Tammy was singing along to some song that we couldn’t hear, I poked her on the shoulder and she looked up at me, beaming her sunny smile. Evidently my idea had worked; the music gave her something else to listen to. When we got back to the car, Tammy slid next to me, while Terri took the passenger seat. Tammy took off the Walkman and wrapped her soft arms around my neck, planting a quick, moist kiss on my lips. “Thanks Tom,” she said, smiling.
“Yeah,” echoed her sister. “Thanks for all the cool clothes and stuff.” I smiled at both of them, letting them know I appreciated their thanks. I suppose some people might accuse me of trying to buy their affection with gifts, in the hopes of receiving sexual favors from them. The twins already liked me, however, and were quite aware that I was sexually attracted to them. My motives weren’t nearly so devious. I simply wanted to buy them things to make them happy, to show that I loved them. In this regard, I’m no different than a man buying something for his wife or girl friend.
Back at home, we dumped all the new clothes at their house, and returned to my place to play the computer game. It was late in the afternoon, Susan would be home shortly, and we were all too tired to go swimming. I booted the computer and resumed the game where we had left off a few days ago, and Tammy took up station at the keyboard while Terri went to the kitchen and came back with Cokes for them and a beer for me. She handed me the beer and sat on my lap, leaning back against me and eying my can hopefully, so I gave her a swallow and listened to the obligatory belch.
She snuggled her small, warm body against me as we watched Tammy play the game, giving occasional suggestions which Tammy would then carry out. I wrapped my arms around the young girl in my lap, and she put her left arm fondly around my neck, filling my nostrils with the sweet aroma of a nine year old girl as she relaxed against me. I stroked her bare leg and she kicked off her sneakers, revealing her small, dainty feet and, placing them up on the chair, exposed her tender thighs to my caresses.
Running my hand over Terri’s slender leg gave me an erection, naturally, and soon the girl had those growing sexual feelings in her own groin through her shorts, as she responded to my desire. I looked at her beautiful face, and her trusting smile seemed to draw my lips to her. I kissed her softly, lovingly, feeling her moist lips press against my own, filling me with
a passion that seemed to be returned as I heard her moan slightly, her lips vibrating with the sound. I felt her mouth open, granting me access to the warm wetness within as I continued stroking her leg, my finger against the tight denim of her shorts, teasing that warm tiny treasure hidden beneath her underpants.
Terri seemed to be echoing my own need, wrapping both arms around me as we kissed deeply, slowly, our tongues dancing together as my other hand found it’s way beneath her T-shirt. I had never kissed a little girl this way before, and was surprised at how passionately she returned my oral caress. I realized she was empathically feeling my lustful love, and was
reflecting it back at me, mixed with her own desire. The result was a young girl of nine acting like a female in heat, her breath coming faster through her nostrils as my own increased as well. Pushing my fingers under her shorts, I grazed against the small crease in her panties and was rewarded with a sensual groan from her mouth, fastened to my own. Then I heard a slight cough on my left, and remembered Tammy. I pulled away from Terri, and both of us were panting, grinning with surprise at each other. Tammy seemed to be pouting slightly, watching us morosely.
“What about me?” she said, sounding a little envious at all the attention her sister was receiving. I seemed to have an enviable dilemma of trying to figure out how to kiss a set of twins with only one mouth.
“She’s jealous,” said Terri, appraising her sister. She didn’t say it mockingly, though.
“Am not!” Tammy lied. If anyone could tell how she felt, Terri could. Tammy realized she was wasting her time trying to fool us and shrugged, looking at the floor. It was flattering to realize that these noncompetitive sisters could be possessive over my affections. “I don’t think all three of us could fit in this chair without falling over,” I told them, making Tammy grin a little at the thought.
“We could go to your bedroom,” Terri suggested not so innocently. Tammy nodded her agreement, looking eager.
I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant, but knowing that they were aware that I was as eager as they. I stood up with Terri in my arms and she wrapped herself around me as Tammy followed us into the bedroom. I threw Terri on the bed and started tickling her, then I grabbed her sister and did the same. I wanted to keep things fun, yet also erotic.
Lying alongside of Tammy, I grabbed her thin wrists and pinned her arms over her head, tickling her belly and armpits and her little nipples. While Tammy wiggled in glee, Terri –ever the mischievous one– grabbed hold of her sister’s shorts and underpants and quickly pulled them off, leaving Tammy naked from the waist down. I glanced at the beautiful, hairless, little girl slit lying between her legs and quickly ran my finger up through it, making the girl giggle again. I started softly rubbing over her belly, then underneath her shirt, stroking over her tummy and tiny nipples. When I released her arms she kept them over her head, enjoying the sensation of my stroking hand, a contented smile on her face.
“Take off her shirt,” Terri prompted, willing to expose her sister for everyone’s enjoyment. Since Tammy hadn’t protested, I bundled her shirt up to her armpits and pulled it off over her head and arms. Tammy remained lying there sedately, stretched out with one leg slightly bent outward, no longer ashamed or embarrassed at being naked in front of me. I
had seen both of them nude several times now, after all. In fact, I think they were both quite pleased with the effect their smooth young bodies had on me, and the unique personalities contained within them made them even more special.
`Kiss me like you did Terri,’ I heard inside my head, as her sister laid down on the other side next to her. I pushed my right arm beneath Tammy’s shoulders and neck, lifting her head slightly as I lowered my own, watching her eyes close in anticipation. I brushed my lips softly against hers, and she giggled a little in response.
Her reaction would be different than Terri’s, I could tell, since she lacked her sister’s empathic ability to feel my passion and return it. She was a playful kitten, while Terri was the aggressive tiger. It required a mental adjustment to my love making, so I playfully pecked at her lips while my left hand roamed over the girl’s bare front, occasionally going low enough to stroke over her bare little mound.
Sticking my tongue out I licked across her lips, and her own tongue came out to say hello. As I explored inside her mouth, breathing in her sweet breath, I could tell she was getting into it now. No longer giggling, she was making little grunts of pleasure as I continued petting her smooth skin, feeling her body squirm in pleasure. My hand unexpectedly met another one on Tammy’s chest, as Terri started massaging the nude girl between us.
Breaking off our kiss, I moved down to her chest and flicked my tongue across her left nipple before closing my lips on the erect little flesh bud and sucking on it. I was amazed to hear soft moans of ecstasy inside my head; apparently Tammy was unintentionally broadcasting her pleasure. I felt the girl’s back arch and a soft `oooh’ escape her lips, and when I looked down between her legs I saw that Terri had moved between them and at first was kissing around her little sister’s thighs. Then getting bolder, Terri moved her face into her sister’s crotch and began planting those kisses directly on Tammy’s little slit, juicing it all the more.
Startled at this sight, I had to stop what I was doing and watch for a few seconds. Terri noticed me looking at her and raised up from her sister long enough to smile at me before going back to the honey pot. I had to remind myself that these weren’t a couple of naive nine year olds; they had been exposed to the full range of human feelings and desires since infancy, and had seemingly experimented on each other.
Since Terri appeared quite caught up in what she was doing, I moved back to Tammy’s mouth. I wanted to be kissing her when she felt her orgasm, and to feel her young body writhe in pleasure. As my tongue again entered between her lips she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, kissing me almost as passionately as Terri had. While I fingered her stiff little
girl tits, I could feel her body arching and pushing, rhythmically pumping in sexual abandon, as Terri and I made love to her.
I was totally unprepared for what happened next. All the while, I had been hearing her little moans being broadcast telepathically. When the girl climaxed, it was as if I was feeling it with her, as waves of pulsating pleasure filled my head in a burst of pure, youthful joy, echoed by the quivering body in my arms. I heard Terri and myself moaning along with her, as we both felt Tammy’s spasms. Slowly her shivering subsided and almost as quickly as it started it was over. “Wow,” was all I could say as I looked in awe at the panting girl spread out on my bed.
“It’s neat how she does that, huh?” said Terri, grinning widely above her sister’s wet little pussy, a long tendril of saliva and little girl juice connecting her mouth and her sister’s pussy lips. Tammy opened her eyes and smiled happily at me, glad that she could now share her orgasms with someone other than her sister. “You can kiss me down there, if you want,” Terri told me impishly, still playing her fingers through her sister’s bald little mound.
“Wait a minute,” Tammy said, cocking her head. “Mom’s home. She’s on her way over here.” Terri frowned, as disappointed as I was.
I looked admiringly at the nude girl lying so relaxed on my bed. “You better get dressed,” I told her. Even if Susan didn’t mind our fooling around, I didn’t feel comfortable having her see us like this.
“Why?” said Tammy mischievously, stretching herself out comfortably and making no move to do what I said.
Instead of saying something typically adult, like `Because I said so,’ I simply grabbed the girl and flipped her over on her stomach across my legs, giving her bare butt a few slaps until she laughingly gave up.
Susan knocked just as she finished dressing and we all went out to greet her. “Hi, Tom, and you two, too,” said Susan as the girls hugged her hello. Tammy asked if she had seen all their new clothes. “Yes, I did.
You’re spoiling them again Tom,” she said with mock seriousness. I could tell she appreciated it, though. “I don’t know how to thank you.”
“Have him over for dinner,” Terri suggested with a shrug. Her simple solution met with approval from us all, and a short while later we enjoyed a delicious meal of spaghetti and meatballs. During dinner, an idea began to take shape in my head as I watched the girls slurping up strings of spaghetti. Tammy picked up my thought and looked at me in astonishment.
“You want to write a book about us?” she asked, her eyes wide. “Tammy!” her mother admonished, realizing she must have been reading my mind since I hadn’t said anything.
“It’s all right Susan,” I assured her. “I’m used to it by now.” They were all looking at me now, wondering if Tammy’s remark was accurate, so I explained. “Well, maybe not about you, but kind of based on you. It would be a story about two girls like yourselves, but the rest would be made up. I’m thinking kind of like a princess and maybe an evil witch type book. Fantasy.”
A couple of my books had been set in medieval times, so I felt confident of being able to create a made-up world based on that era. I looked at Terri and Tammy and was pleased to see their eyes wide, flattered speechless about having a book based on them.
“You mean there’d be magic and stuff?” asked Terri finally.
“Can we help?” her sister asked eagerly.
“I’ll be a magician princess,” said Terri boastfully.
“Me too!” echoed Tammy.
“But I was born first, so that means I get to have the most magic.”
“Hey, wait a minute,” argued Tammy. Susan rolled her eyes at me as if to say, `See what you’ve started?'
“Hold on you two,” I cut in, heading off any further argument. “I’m the writer here, remember?” They both grinned at me sheepishly. “It’s just an idea right now, but I’ll let you know what I come up with.”
We finished our dinner and the girls cleared the table, while I took a seat on the couch. Once everything was in the dishwasher, the girls joined me while Susan went off to take a shower. We watched old reruns on Nickelodeon again, but my mind was elsewhere, going through possible plots for the story. Once in a while Tammy would look at me, hearing the
ideas in my head and wanting to comment, but she politely remained silent, not wanting to interrupt me.
When Susan returned, I thanked her for the dinner and said good night, since I wanted to get home and start writing things down. The girls kissed me goodbye, obviously wondering where my story would take them, but remaining silent, afraid to disrupt my `creative juices’. I finished a rough outline for the book that night, surprising myself at how easy
it was. I usually took a few weeks break between stories, but this one seemed to be rolling out quickly. I guess I was doubly inspired.
End of part 7 …..will continue tonight ……tired liao .
Hm…….no comments from anyone …….nvm will just continue part 8 :
I woke early the next morning, wanting to have some time to work on the new book before Susan left for work and the girls came over. I knew once they got there that I would be far too distracted to get anything done on it. I was able to draft the first chapter and was working on the second when the twins let themselves in a little after ten.
They already had on their bikinis, obviously prepared to go directly to the pool. When they saw I was sitting at my desk working on the computer, they threw their towels on the couch and rushed over to see what I was doing.
“Are you working on the book” Terri asked excitedly.
“Can we read what you have so far?” Tammy begged.
I started to protest, wanting to wait until I had more done before I let them see it, but realized there was no point in trying to make them wait. I brought the first chapter up on the screen and Terri climbed in my lap while Tammy sat in the chair beside me. Their excitement showed on their faces as they quietly read through what I had written. I took in the erotic beauty of their scantily clad preteen bodies as they took in my story. As always, this vision sent my blood rushing between my legs.
Terri affectionately stroked the back of my hand, which I had rested on her exposed belly, while I caressed her smooth bare thigh with my other hand. She brought one foot up to my lap, allowing me to run my hand from her tiny little ankle, along her shapely leg and across her sensitive inner thigh, to the elastic leg band of her bikini bottoms.
At that moment, a feeling of pure joy and boundless love swept over me, sitting there with these two young twins, who so calmly accepted our sexuality, demanding nothing, content in our mutual love and trust, I felt eternally blessed.
I realized our relationship was based on who we really were – no masks, no secrets. I was the little girl lover, loving them, my only desire in life was their happiness. They were little girls with the ability to make themselves happy simply by making me happy. They made me happy simply by being who they were.
I moved my other hand down Terri’s belly and slid it under the material of her bikini to stroke the soft mound between her legs. Her juices had begun to flow and her virginal pussy lips were unfolding beneath my touch. I slid my middle finger between them to caress her little hole and the tiny bud above it. “Mmmmmm, that’s nice,” she murmured, still concentrating on the screen.
Tammy paged through the story, obviously communicating with Terri telepathically to know when she was ready to go on. They were both intent on the story, their faces twin images of concentration.
Terri’s love juices were flowing strongly, lubricating her slit and my finger with slick wetness. This was perhaps as much a result of her empathic reaction to my arousal and shear joy as it was to the physical stimulation. She didn’t need to be empathic, however, to feel the stiff rod beneath her bottom and know the effect that her little girl body was having on me.
I parted her delicate lips with my finger and slid it inside her warm wet tunnel, stroking in and out, and rubbing her tiny little pleasure spot with the palm of my hand. She turned her hips up and thrust forward each time my finger slid into her, forcing my finger deep into her soft wet folds. I think my sexual energy was a distraction for both of them, but The girls managed to finish reading what I had written. Tammy stood, and observing what Terri and I were doing, grabbed my arm, and said,
“C’mon, Tom, you need to get your swim suit on.”
Terri smiled up at me and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth, then, disentangling herself from my arms, climbed out of my lap and, grabbing my other arm, joined her sister in her efforts to motivate me into the bedroom. Neither girl commented on what they had just read, but rather they were intent on getting me into my swim suit. I reached for Tammy, intending to pull her over my knee for interrupting us, but she anticipated my move and jumped out of my reach. The girls giggled and danced circles down the hall in front of me as I went after them, displaying their nearly naked, nymphet bodies in all their most erotic splendor. This did nothing to diminish my state of arousal. It was obvious they were quite aware of this and were delighted with the effects they had on me.
The girls helped me undress, seemingly anxious to get me out of my clothes. I was soon naked and stood there while Tammy ran to the bathroom to bring me my suit. My penis was still quite rigid after my sex play with Terri had been interrupted. Terri boldly walked over and wrapped her hand around its girth. A moan escaped my lips as she began to stroke it lightly. “You want me to kiss it like I kiss Tammy’s little cunny,” she said matter of factly. This I could not deny. Before I could respond, Terri bent down, and placing her lips on the head of my erect penis, kissed it softly.
Her lips parted and her tongue darted out to lick the tip wetly, sending a shudder through my body. A long moan is all I could manage. Even though she had never done this with a man before, it seemed that she knew exactly what to do to give me the maximum pleasure. What I felt, she felt, so all she had to do was discover and repeat the actions that gave me the most pleasure. Again I was surprised by the sexual sophistication exhibited by these nine year old girls. She continued to stroke the base of my cock with her hand as she licked circles around the head with her tongue. She opened her mouth and engulfed the head, her tongue playing around it lightly. The sensation was lectrifying. My hips involuntarily thrust forward and she took nearly half of my stiff rod into her warm oral cavity.
She squeezed and stroked the base of my rock hard member with her small hand as she sucked the head into the back of her throat. She ran her tongue along the lower ridge of my cock, where it is the most sensitive, as she pulled her face away until just the tip of my throbbing member remained encircled by her warm moist lips. Then she reversed the action, taking as much of my length into her little girl mouth as she could.
Tammy had long since returned with my suit and stood watching Terri’s ministrations with interest and excitement. “Why don’t you sit on the bed?” she suggested to Terri and me. Still holding my erection with her hand, Terri stood and pushed me back to the side of the bed. I sat on the edge and she knelt between my legs. Taking my cock back in her mouth, she resumed her expert sucking.
Waves of ecstasy surged through my body. The feeling was compounded by the knowledge that Terri was only a little girl, yet she was experiencing all my sexual feelings as intensely as I was. Tammy quickly removed her bikini bottoms and sat down beside me. Keeping one foot resting on the floor, she moved her other leg around behind me, spreading her legs widely apart and locating her hairless, little girl slit within easy reach.
I began fondling her pussy lips as Terri drove me ever closer to climax with her mouth. Tammy leaned back on her hands, watching Terri closely, as I tickled between her blossoming lips, spreading the juices that were flowing from inside her. I slid my finger into Tammy’s virgin hole as Terri licked and sucked along my stiffrod, pumping the base with her hand.
At one point, Terri’s teeth lightly brushed my sensitive member. It was not really painful, but the discomfort was enough that Terri carefully avoided letting it happen again. As Terri’s head bobbed up and down on my penis at an ever increasing frequency, I pumped my finger in and out of Tammy’s tight little girl pussy, matching Terri’s pace. I could hear little moans and words of encouragement in my mind as Tammy’s breathing increased and she, too, neared her orgasm.
I was overwhelmed with sexual pleasure. I felt as if I had transcended into an unearthly form. I had never experienced anything so totally consuming before in my life. This was all too much.
Terri knew exactly what to do to maximize our pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming. Just the thought that I had my finger buried in a nine year old girl’s pussy, while her twin sister was sucking me off, pushed me over the edge. I tensed and my sperm shot forcefully into Terri’s tiny mouth. She didn’t stop sucking. She pumped my spurting member with her hand until I began to relax. She swallowed what she could of my semen, the rest running down her chin and dropping on my genitals. As Terri milked my cream into her mouth, I plunged my finger deep into Tammy’s dripping pussy. Her body bucked and spasmed with an orgasm of her own as she transmitted wave after wave of pleasure to Terri and me. I felt Terri moaning deep in her throat as she held my cock in her mouth.
Terri let my softening member slide out of her mouth. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around me, and hugged me tightly. “That was nice,” she sighed. Tammy leaned forward and gave her sister a wet kiss on the mouth, licking up the semen that was running down her chin. “It’s my turn to do that next time,” she advised her sister. She slid off the bed, and slipping on her bikini bottoms, said, “C’mon, let’s go swimming.” Terri stood up, and grabbing my suit, handed it to me and said, “Here, let’s go.”
“Ok, I’m coming,” I said. “You already did that,” Terri retorted impishly, “now, hurry up!” Tammy giggled and I smiled at Terri.
“That I did” I said, “that I did.” I couldn’t recall ever having had such a satisfying sexual experience in my life as I had just had. “You girls have no idea how wonderful that was for me,” I began, “Well, on second thought, maybe you do.” I slipped into my swim suit and we scurried down to the pool.
End of part 8 …….
Part 9 :
Before I knew it, Terri and Tammy had entered fourth grade at their new school. They seemed to like it, even though they claimed –as all kids do– that they didn’t. Almost every day they would proudly show me the A’s and B’s they got on their schoolwork. Actually, Tammy got most of the A’s, and Terri most of the B’s. (I had learned from Susan that their grades
used to be as identical as the twins were. They had cheated. Terri would silently ask her sister what an answer was, and Tammy gave it to her, wrong or right. Their undoing had been the fact that each had had the same WRONG answers. Their teacher thought they must have been using elaborate hand signals. Needless to say, Susan quickly corrected their ways.)
Most parents probably feel relieved when their kids go off to school.I wasn’t the twins’ father, but I couldn’t possibly be glad of their absence. I missed watching the nine year olds run around in their swimsuits (or less) every day. They were very affectionate young girls, always willing to hug and be hugged, kiss and be kissed. Especially Tammy. She loved to cuddle with me, sitting in my lap and talking to me with her thoughts. Terri, on the other hand, was able to feel my desires. The little imp liked to tease me by kissing me wetly and passionately for a few minutes and then running off, leaving me all hot and bothered. She always made up for it though, eventually.
Both girls seemed grateful to have a man in their lives again. They had different ways of showing it though, which matched their individual selves. Terri liked wrestling with me or doing something physical outside. She had joined the girls’ soccer team at school, and you could see the absolute joy in her face when I came with Susan and Tammy to watch her games. She was also well aware of the effect her soccer shorts had on me.
The loose fitting shorts, combined with calf-covering knee socks, highlighted her long, deliciously smooth thighs very nicely. She almost seemed to flaunt her girlishly sexy body, just to arouse me. Ironically, even though Terri was the more `jockish’ of the two, she could still be feminine and tender when it came to our lovemaking. Maybe it was because she could tell how deeply I cared for her, and she knew (even at the age of nine) that sex was one way of showing that love.
Tammy didn’t seem to care much about sports. She played outside with us, but she just didn’t have that competitive desire. The more artistic and creative of the two, she seemed rather quiet and contemplative, next to her outgoing sister. She was quite content to sit on my lap while I worked on the book, and her suggestions for it were really insightful.
She could follow my thoughts on whatever problem I was having and usually come up with something that would work. Tammy seemed to need nothing more than my love and affection, which I gladly gave. We didn’t really need to be doing anything together, as with Terri. She was taking art lessons at school, and she definitely showed some talent. She would beam proudly when I praised her creations, several of which were now hanging on my refrigerator.
Two girls, identical on the outside, yet so different on the inside, like two sides of the same coin. I missed them both. Having them in school left a void in my days, which I tried to fill by writing. It was a poor substitute, but at least making a book based on them helped. They were all I ever thought about anyway. It wasn’t until later that I fully understood the depth of their love for each other, and for me.
It was only a few days after their education restarted that I learned just how boundless Tammy’s telepathy was. I was moping about the house late one morning, unable to really concentrate on the book, and considering a job in the teaching profession so I could be near them again. Perhaps the school needed another janitor. Out of nowhere came a soft voice.
`Don’t be sad,’ I heard in my head.
“Jesus!” I shouted, nearly jumping out of my skin. It had sounded like she was right next to me. “Tammy? Aren’t you in school?” Foolishly I looked around, expecting to find her hiding somewhere.
A girlish giggle came before she answered. `Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Of course I’m in school.'
“You mean you can talk to me all the way from there?” It was easier for me to speak out loud. I knew she’d hear.
Sure.' I could almost picture her shrug. Sometimes I get bored and talk to my mom, but she usually tells me to pay attention to class. You were feeling sorry for yourself so I thought I’d say hello. We won’t be gone forever, you know.'
“I know,” I chuckled, amazed that this girl’s mind was unhindered by distance, and that she cared enough to want to cheer me up. “It just seems that way, I guess. I miss you. Both of you.”
We'll be back this afternoon, for gosh sakes. Ooops, the teacher's telling me to wake up. I've got my eyes closed. Gotta go. Bye Tom!' A few seconds pause, then Oh. Love you!'
She explained later (when she got home) that she could close her eyes and picture me or her mom and make a `connection’, no matter where she was.
Unlike her sister, who had to be near someone in order to `feel’ them, Tammy wasn’t limited by distance. This became a daily occurrence, and my days passed easier.
Susan’s hours were more regular now that the twins were in school, getting home every night around six, and we settled into a routine. First, the girls would come to my place after school and do their homework. Then they would read what I had written that day for the book and make comments and suggest a change here or there. I had to admit they made good editors, telling me their characters should do this or that. I took care of Thomas, the character based on me. I had to be in it too, of course.
In the book, the twins were sorcerer’s apprentices, with me being the sorcerer. Basically, I get captured by an evil king and saved by the two psychic girls. It was coming along rather well, but I could tell it was going to be longer than any of my previous stories. I worried that my young readers might be intimidated by such a long novel, but the twins assured me that it was just fine, and I trusted their judgment.
Another concern was that it was becoming tinged with a subtle kind of eroticism. Nothing so graphic as sex, of course, but with little things like the girls and the sorcerer (me) swimming naked in a lake, or kissing and hugging quite a bit. There was even a scene where the man gave the girls a bath, which seemed a bit much, in hindsight. I had made my character deliberately old, to make him seem more venerable (who ever heard of a young wizard?), but the girls and he obviously loved and cared about each other, and he thought them beautiful. I mentioned this to Tammy one day and she just shrugged, unconcerned. “But it’s just like WE are,” she pointed out, meaning the three of us. “You’re writing the story
for girls, and I think a lot of girls would like to have an old man like you love them. Um, I mean like the sorcerer,” she added, her eyes twinkling with amusement. I had to swat her bottom for that, and she squealed happily at having `got’ me, but she seemed to know what she was talking about. I let it be.
After the editing session, we sometimes went outside to play catch or throw a frisbee, and usually ended up wrestling in the grass. Maryann, the 12 year old from the pool, occasionally joined us in our outdoor romps. She and the twins had become good friends. When the three of them ganged up on me they could usually get me pinned to the ground with ease.
Actually, I didn’t put up much of a fight. I didn’t mind being on the bottom of a giggling pile of girls at all. With the twins, my hands would poke and grope them everywhere while we struggled, but with Maryann I restrained myself to an occasional belly tickle. She was certainly tempting, with her pubescent breasts beginning to form, but I wasn’t sure how she would react to the liberties I took with Terri and Tammy.
Little girl love and paranoia go hand-in-hand. I’m sure the twins knew I found Maryann attractive, but they never said anything about it. It was kind of a “You can look but don’t touch” relationship. They would have been jealous if I shared my affections with anyone else, the same as I would be if they `messed around’ with another man.
On cold or rainy days, the three of us would cuddle on the couch watching TV, or play games on the computer. My hands had a good time stroking the smooth, warm skin under their blouses until Susan came home. Once in a while things went beyond cuddling, but we usually saved our energies for Saturday night. That was when their mother would go out with friends and Terri and Tammy would spend the night with me.
On some afternoons, the twins took the initiative, seemingly anxious for a bit of sex play. Whether they were responding to my desire or their own, I don’t know. Nor did I care.
I think it was the second or third time that I started recognizing the signals of what they had in mind. They rushed through their homework and tackled me on the couch, which was how these sessions had always begun.
Terri and Tammy, like young girls in general, liked to follow a set pattern or routine, and these little sexual forays seemed to be following the same script. I suppose it gave them a sense of being in control of the situation, and they could know what to expect.
After we had wrestled a while, the girls would declare that they were hot, and then strip off their clothes until they wore just their underpants.
Staying true to form, that’s what they did. They were both wearing the little bikini panties I had bought for them several weeks ago. Tammy wore the leopard skin print, and Terri had on her favorite Disney characters.
The low rise panties covered their bald little mounds, and the shadow of their premature pussy slits was barely evident beneath them. The smooth, lean, identical bodies of the two young girls seemed even more enticing and sensual when they were barely covered. They knew that I thought this, which was why they left the tiny garments on. The twins wanted to
please me as much as I wanted to please them, as any good, loving relationship should be.
Free of their clothes, we wrestled some more on the carpet, my hands poking and squeezing wherever I wanted, until I allowed myself (as usual) to be pinned. This time it happened to be Terri, straddling me on my chest with her near naked body, her thin arms holding mine to the floor.
Leaning over me like that, I got a nice view of her bare chest, just now beginning to show a slightly puffier tit flesh beneath her tiny nipples pointing at my face. “I win!” she crowed in her high voice. Following the rules they had established long before in their own twinly struggles, she grinned impishly, sat up and pulled her panties tight up into her little pussy, waiting for my next move. That move, as we had established, was that the loser had to let the winners sit on their face and kiss their crotches, through their panties(or underpants, if I was a “winner”) until the winner said “stop”. Then the loser had to remove the other person’s underpants using only his/her mouth, no hands, and repeat the genital ‘kissing’ until the winner finished in climax. Not a bad game, if I do say so myself, and they thought of it themselves!
“Kiss me!” she demanded, victorious. Always one to follow the rules, I lifted my head and she leaned forward again until her panty covered crotch was staring me in the face. I sucked on the fabric, placing several kisses on the tender little mound underneath, then on down on to her upper thighs before sliding back up to that sweetness in her soaked crevice. Even
through the cotton, she was getting stimulated and so was I.
Finally, using just my lips full on her crotch, I mouthed the crease over her slit and began pulling it away from her pussy. Because of the tightness of her waistband, it didn’t pull out very far and only created a slack in between her legs. Moving up to the waistband, I pulled it all the way down with my teeth. She helped the rest of the way by sliding it down and off her little feet.
At last the object of my search was bare in front of me. Her shiny, smooth mound was begging for my kiss, and I obliged, with lips and tongue, slurping and sucking, working her into a frenzy. When my tongue slid into her crack, it seemed to open slightly for me, and more of her own lubrication was evident, even at her young age. As soon as I started sucking on her pointy clit, Terri became more involved herself, humping my mouth in earnest. I wasn’t in as much of a hurry as she was,
however.
I put my hands around her slim hips, my fingers meeting each other in the crease of her young baby soft buns. After only a few minutes of rubbing herself on my face and tongue, Terri climaxed. I could feel her buttocks clenching beneath my fingers as her pussy shuddered in delight. I think my excitement, combined with her own, made her reach the peak quicker than her twin could.
Her sister was the next youngster on my list of things to do. As Terri rolled over to catch her breath, I sat up and grabbed hold of Tammy. I was straying from the `script’ just a little, but no one complained. She laughed delightedly as she tried to escape, and squealed in protest as I deftly pulled off her little underpants. The girl tried heroically to protect her already moistened sex, but to no avail. My tickling fingers showed no mercy as I playfully grabbed and poked at her tiny slit.
Taking the pillow, I stretched Tammy out on top of it, putting it beneath her back. Eager to help `torture’ her sister, Terri crawled over and held Tammy’s arms to the floor, over the girl’s head, while I sat lightly on her knees. Tammy realized her immobile predicament at once, and her face showed a kind of dread mixed with anticipation, as she wriggled,trying to escape. It was useless, of course, but she had to make the effort.
I ran my fingers over her underarms, and Terri had to hold on tighter as her sister jerked in reflex. Continuing down her naked body, I stroked over the girl’s nipples, feeling the hard little tips for a few seconds before moving on. Her back was arched over the pillow, and her every breath served to make her ribs and hips stand out in sharp detail.
Tammy was grinning as I came to her slick and wet young pussy, and her thighs twitched with anticipation when I softly touched her mound. She knew exactly what was on my mind, and when I raised myself off of her knees she willingly lifted her legs and spread herself wide apart. Her thighs were almost at right angles to her body, with her knees nearly touching the carpet; young children and gymnasts seem to share the same limberness.
I stretched out on my stomach on top of her, being careful to keep my weight on my elbows. If little girl love is a religion, I was about to perform my devotions.
Feeling the heat of her body beneath me, I kissed the shallow depression between her tiny breast buds on her chest. Tasting her with my tongue, I licked a small nipple, sensing her life blood pumping beneath it’s tiny, protruding point. It felt amazingly like kissing her lips; the two seemed to be made of the same soft substance, and both could `pucker’. The girl’s breathing increased in tempo, and I felt her narrow hips rise slightly as she pushed herself against me.
Moving downward, my lips and tongue worshipped the little goddess of my faith. Her tender, soft flesh was the most precious substance in existence, and the telepathic moans of pleasure inside my head made her seem all the more divine. Then I came to the valley, the seat of my religion: her temple. The small, prepubescent slit was at the center of my universe, as well as at the center of her body. Beautiful in it’s absolute perfection, her young unblemished flower beckoned, and I kissed it.
Terri broke the spell. “Hey, she didn’t pin you!” she protested, aware that her twin was about to get a tongue job from me. Tongue job. Such a crude word for an act that bordered on divine revelation.
“I don’t have to pin him,” Tammy replied smugly. She turned her head to stick her tongue out at her sister. Terri scowled and released her arms, but Tammy stayed as she was. “Don’t stop,” she breathed softly.
Eager to obey her commands, and to regain the sensations of a moment before, I caressed her again with my lips. If someone had told me a few months ago that I would someday be sucking the hairless vagina of a naked, spread eagled, nine year old girl on my carpet I would have laughed derisively. Yet here I was, and it wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t the first
time either, but it still held me in awe. Her tiny labia spread gently for my tongue as I sucked in her velvety valley. I could feel the heat within her small, sensitive girl skin, as I stroked my tongue in and out. The girl’s legs twitched as I tickled her groin with my oral caresses, and whimpers of pleasure now also escaped her lungs as well as her mind. Her sensitive little girl slit seemed to pulse with a life of it’s own as my tongue slowly stroked up to the hard tip of her clit.
We were both in heaven, and Terri’s empathy drew her in with us, the feelings we were enjoying filling her own young body with an equal pleasure. She was breathing as hard as Tammy was as she stretched out along side her. I had witnessed their lovemaking before, but it was still a wonder to behold as they kissed deeply, Terri’s hand roaming freely over her sister’s naked chest. She raised one leg over Tammy’s side, and humped her damp pussy on Tammy’s leg, her strokes perfectly matching the flexing of Tammy’s pelvis on my mouth.
I was beyond thought as I heard and felt them both struggle towards the peak. With a final grunt of effort, both girls climaxed. Tammy’s orgasm seemed to flow out of her writhing body directly into my mind, and I couldn’t hold myself back either. I came with them. Like wood thrown on a fire, our orgasms fed on each other; Terri not only felt her own climax, but those of mine and Tammy as well. Tammy could feel my mind and her sister’s, which increased her own pleasure and fed it back to us. It was truly a religious experience, and it left all three of us panting and exhausted when we came back to earth. It hadn’t been the first time we all came at once, but it still left us speechless, full of wonder that we could share our love so completely. It also wouldn’t be the last.
The reader might get the impression that life with my twin loves was idyllic, that they were never naughty or got into trouble. While they were better behaved than most girls, they still weren’t angels. I don’t really think I wanted them to be, either. As if to prove it, Terri got into a fight at school. Over Tammy, of all things.
I was working at the computer one afternoon, when suddenly Tammy’s panicked voice filled my head. `Terri’s fighting!’ she nearly screamed.
“What!? What’s going on?” I shouted to the air.
`It’s Terri! She’s fighting a BIG kid!’ I could tell she expected me to do something, but what, I don’t know. I wasn’t there. Before I could ask her again what was going on, she said a teacher had come over and had broken it up. Then there was silence.
Feeling worried and helpless, I sat there wondering what to do. I couldn’t call the school and ask if Terri was all right; they would wonder how I knew what had happened. It wasn’t until an hour and a half later that my phone rang. It was their principal, and she told me what I already knew, that Terri had been in a fight. I asked if she was all right, and sighed in relief when she said yes. I also had to come pick her up, so we could have a “chat”, she said.
The fact that she was calling me didn’t surprise me. Susan had given the school my number for emergencies as well as her own. The principal said she had called Susan at work, and Susan –apparently deciding I was ready to deal with insubordination– told her to call me. How wonderful. I was not a happy person when I got to the woman’s office a short
while later. Tammy had stayed after school as well, to wait for her sister.
Outside the office, she sensed my mood as well as Terri could have, and said nothing. The principal ushered me inside, where Terri sat with her head down, looking embarrassed. She glanced at me, feeling my annoyance at having to come here, and her expression was somewhat guilty, yet there was also a trace of good old nine year old stubbornness.