Angelica Angelina, Identical twins discover each other and their mother
My life is hell. Pure undeniable hell. Don’t believe me? Let me tell you about it and see what you think. Let me start with my home. I live in a two story, 6,400 square foot, (not counting the four car garage) central air and heat, shag carpeted, six bedroom red brick building. We only need three bedrooms so the extras became a library, an office, and a billiard room. The kitchen has both marble counters and marble floor. Only the most modern and efficient appliances are allowed. From our living room bay window you see the manicured lawn stops at the edge of the lake only forty yards away. There is a 108 inch plasma television mounted on the wall of the den. The leather couches and sofas are so comfortable it is easy to fall asleep in them.
Not convinced yet? Then let me invite you into my bedroom. I have a queen sized canopy covered lace quilted bed. I have a full bathroom that is mine alone. On my wall hangs another plasma screen TV. It is not as big as the one in the living room. I had to settle for a scrawny 55 inch one. It is however connected to a DVD player and I have Netflix. I guess I have to be happy with what little I can get. Oh yeah, least I forget, there is a maid that shows up every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday and insists on cleaning my room from top to bottom and does all my laundry.
I have just graduated high school. To honor the occasion and to help me get to the nearby college I start in fall, the parents are letting me pick out my own car. They have placed only one restriction on me. It cannot, under any circumstance, cost more than fifty thousand dollars.
Now comes the family. Let me start with dear old Dad. Dad is a born again Christian. When I say born again, I mean born with a vengeance. He is a minister with one of the most successful ministries in all of the United States. The church seats six thousand. Every Sunday workers put a few hundred folding chairs in the back and along the sides to help with the overflow. Plans are underway for a bigger, better chapel. His sermon is televised around the country. Envelopes stuffed with cash and checks pour in daily.
I will give him credit for this however. He is sincere. There are some preachers out there that have second and third homes, several cars, a dozen Rolex watches, and secret mistresses. Their ministry is only their way of fleecing the people. Not my Dad. He practices what he preaches. We have the one house. Our family car is five years old, and every night Jesus sits with us at the dinner table. While I have never personally seen Him, Dad has a place at the end of the table reserved for Him. He tells us, “You never know.”
Here is where it gets a little touchy. He is as straight laced in sexual matters as the Pope is catholic. He preaches to the congregation that sex can only occur between a lawfully married man and woman. Only the missionary position is allowed and a penis should never be put in any hole except the vagina. What he says to his church is pounded into us. You ever hear the saying, ‘If I had a dime for every time I heard that, I’d be rich?’ Well with me and my family, that would not be much of a stretch. Yes, he also talks about honesty, sharing, forgiving and many other Christian topics, but the sex talk, or to be more accurate, the lack of sex talk, is the one harped on.
That brings me to Mom. Mom is beautiful. If Victoria’s Secret ever started a line for women in their late thirties, Mom could grace the cover. I do not know if Dad has ever noticed, but I have seen looks of despair touch her features. Dad does not see it, but Mom wants more. She wants to experience pleasures that cannot be achieved thru common missionary sex. A month ago Dad had some porno magazines in the back of his car. Now, don’t jump to the wrong conclusion, these were magazines the newly saved gave him to destroy. He has a fifty-five gallon barrel set aside to do the deed. On this particular day, there was a major storm so Dad brought what he referred to as ‘The Devils Work’ into his study. Normally he would not have done this, but he had a meeting with the Elders of the church later and they would take his car after the meeting to get coffee. He did not want such filth around them.
When he was gone, I happened to walk by his office. Mom did not see me and would have been mortified if she had, but I saw her glancing thru some of the evil pictures. I was only four feet behind her but she was so engrossed with what she viewed I might as well have been on Mars. She paid particular attention to a picture of some guy licking this ladies pussy. I stood motionless and watched Mom’s hand as it slid under her undies and began fingering herself. To be honest, such images were as new to me as they were to Mom. She glanced thru several magazines, paying particular attention to the females getting licked and fingered. It did not matter whether it was male or female chowing down, Mom seemed to enjoy the idea of getting her pussy eaten. There was one showing a dude sticking his prick up some ladies ass. She appeared to be as interested in that as all the others. I turned and left the area. My timing was perfect. Fifteen seconds later, Mom walked out.
Sure enough the next day the storm passed and every magazine was burned. Dad made certain he turned the ashes so there was no chance a dirty photo might escape.
That brings me to my sister. My older sister. Two minutes and eight seconds older to be exact. We are identical twins. Growing up we wore the same clothes, went to the same school, had the same piano teacher, and ate the same meals. I could go on and on about how family and society went to great extremes to see everything about us was as balanced and equal as humanly possible. Just know this: the world went out of its way to be certain anything that happened was exactly the same for me as it was for her.
Many times as identical twins mature, certain differences show up. Not us. Since our genetics was exactly the same, our environment was exactly the same, and our experiences were exactly the same, there was no room for any difference to squeeze its way in.
I am going to describe my sister to you, and in doing so, give you a perfect description of me. Her name is Angelica. (Mine is Angelina.) Angelica is eighteen years old, has the deepest, bluest eyes imaginable and a perfect completion.
When we were eleven, we both woke up one day with a pimple on our chin. Dad had suffered terrible acne as a teen and took us to a dermatologist that afternoon, wanting to save us from that particular misery. Within a week the pimple was gone and no other has ever appeared. Now her face is befitting her name, it belongs to an angel. Oh, her lips. They are a light red, voluptuous, and always moist. Her hair is raven black and comes to mid back. She keeps it straight with the exception of a curl added on the last two inches.
She is five feet ten inches in her bare feet. My God does she have fantastic legs. No one else but me and sometimes Mom ever get to see them, but if she was ever allowed to wear a bikini, there would not be a male within sight that would not gawk at them. Muscular, long, creamy and silky smooth are only a few of the words to describe them.
She has the classic hour glass figure. A tantalizing 36-24-36. Man-oh-man is she limber. Must have come from all the ballet and gymnastics classes. She can place a knee next to her bicep. I have seen her stand flat footed and take the other foot and touch the ceiling. Yes it was a low ceiling, but the fact she could do it is amazing. Her stomach is as flat as a board and smooth as the rest of her.
Now I get to the good stuff, her breasts, or to be a little vulgar, (At least for a good Christian girl) her tits. Wow! Does she ever have a great rack. They jiggle and bounce as she walks. She wears a D cup. She does not have any of the bras shown on TV that ‘lift and separate.’ She does not need them. Her perky breasts stand up proud and strong without any help.
She has an ass dancers and strippers the world over would love to have. A tight little bun that makes you want to pinch and squeeze it. Her cheeks are so smooth you can take a silk scarf and run it over them. There are no bumps or protrusions to snag the hanky. It flows over her as evenly and smoothly as water flowing down a brook.
Now, for the cream of the crop, the best of the best, the piece de resistance: her vagina, cunt, pussy, pee hole, heaven’s gate, or any other term that describes an entrance to sheer joy and bliss. She still has her cherry. No dick has been able to get past all the guards and safety checks Dad has in place to make sure we stay pure and unblemished. She is all natural there. There have been times she has considered shaving, but to this point has never worked up the courage.
Okay, let’s go back to the beginning of my narrative. I stated my life is hell. Now if you were to stop reading my story here, you would think, What a spoiled rotten bitch, She has it made and does not even realize it. If this is where it ended, I would have no option but to agree with you. Sadly this is not where the story ends. For you to understand, we have to return to my Dad, preacher man extraordinaire.
Let me say at the outset, my Dad loves me. He has never treated me unkindly, unfairly, or abused me. He provides for my every need. I have the best of housing, clothing, food, medical treatment, schooling and so on. I lack for nothing. Nothing that is except for a sexual outlet. Angelica and I attended private schools. All girl private schools. Twice a year boys from the male counter part of our school were invited over for a social event. That is, a dance and tea. These were well chaperoned events. There was a ratio of one adult to every two students. Each chaperone selected a set of students they shadowed from the time the vans brought the boys over to the time our parents picked us up.
While dancing if a boy’s hand slid too low along my back, the chaperone gave a stern warning. If it happened a second time, the warning came with a rap on the knuckles from a ruler which appeared as if by magic in the chaperones hand. There was never a third attempt.
Outside of school was no better. Dad was an upstanding member of the community. The only reason he was not the mayor or the governor was because he did not want the job. With about seven thousand people grabbing on to his every word at church, and at least forty times that watching on television throughout America, his power was unrivaled. He never spoke directly on the topic to any of his followers, but there was no doubt among them if they had a son that dated one of his daughters and anything untoward happened, they would be ruined both financially and socially. A single word from him would drive customers and friends away as if they had the plague. For that reason, no family allowed any son to ask us out.
Once we talked to Dad about this. He explained he was looking out for our best interests. The day would come when the perfect man would show up that would live with us both in this world and in the one to come. Further discussion revealed men that graduated with doctorates from seminary school would be assistant preachers to him. After a few years if he believed they were sincere God fearing men, he would allow them to date and eventually marry us. According to his time schedule, we were looking to be in our late twenties before we would one, get married, and two, lose our virginity.
This is where the hell comes in. I dream of having sex. I want to feel a man wrap his arms around me and thrust his huge prick into me. I have fantasies of sucking a guy off. I have imagined having three different men at the same time ramming their dicks into each of my holes. If I follow Dad’s plan, none of those things will ever happen. I will end up a sexually starved matron of a family, spreading my legs two or maybe three times a month so my husband can get his jollies. I will be my mother. That I will not allow to happen.
It would be five weeks before we began our first semester at college. Again a private college with high ‘moral’ standards. Until that time we would stay at home. Dad proudly proclaimed we were growing up and turning into fine, upstanding ladies. I no longer wanted to be an upstanding lady, but instead a lady that got fucked on a regular basis. God must have known my wishes, for an opportunity to get off the old maid destiny presented itself.
Dad called us into his study a little before seven o’clock on a Monday morning. “Jessy,” he said, calling Mom by name. “Angelica, Angelina,” he added completing the roll call. “There is a great opportunity given to us. It is truly a blessing from the Most High God. One of the biggest television stations in Denver has shown an interest in carrying my ministry. They are considering sending it to Europe. If this should happen, my television audience will at least double and maybe even triple. I am leaving today and will not return until Saturday night. I will be back in time to give my sermon to the church on Sunday. I wish you could go with me, but this is strictly business and I do not like the idea of you around a city that openly allows marijuana. An ungodly act that will surely soon bring down Heaven’s wrath. Perhaps that is why He is opening this door, so they might see the evil of their ways and repent.”
“I only found out this morning they have an interest. Not a lot of time to prepare but with God at my side I will succeed.”
Before he could say more, there was the honk of a car horn. We looked out the window and saw the taxi in the driveway. Dad grabbed his bags and his bible and was out the door. We waved to him as he rode out of sight.
Once it was just the three of us Mom said, “I hate to leave you two alone, but I have several meetings today with the Church Auxiliary. We are planning the fall events and as the wife of the minister, I cannot miss it. I’ll be back late, probably about nine o’clock. Go ahead and order a couple of pizzas for dinner.”
Mom hurried to the car and soon it was just the two of us.
“So what do you want to do now?” Angelica asked.
I looked at her and smiled as I said, “I want to get high.”
If she was surprised, she did not show it. Our thought processes and thinking patterns were remarkably the same. All the time one of us would complete the other’s sentence. It drove Mom bonkers. We desired the same things and had the same goals.
“So how do we go about getting any weed? I don’t know how to get something as simple as beer. We’ve been so sheltered we have no knowledge of things outside this home or our church.”
“Rita does,” I said.
“Our maid?” Angelica asked. “Do you think she would?”
“It depends on how we ask her. We have to put it to her a certain way and maybe if we are lucky, we might have a fifty-fifty shot.”
“How do we ask?”
“Don’t beat around the bush. We come right out and tell her what we want. She will say yes or she will say no. If we pussy foot around, she will have nothing to do with it.”
I considered everything for a moment before asking, “How about cash?”
“I have fourteen hundred dollars stashed away. You have a little over thirteen hundred in your hiding place.”
I was not the least surprised she knew where I hid some money. I knew where she hid hers and how much she had.
“Okay, that should be more than enough. If she says yes, we experience something new for a change.”
Thirty minutes later Rita walked thru the door. She saw us sitting at the kitchen table and could tell from the way we looked something was up. “Good morning and what is wrong?” she asked in the same sentence.
Angelica wasted no time in coming to the point. “Rita, we want to get some marijuana.”
The maid paused for a second before saying, “Why do you come to me for this?”
“You are the only person we know well enough that is not a member of our church that might be able to get what we need.”
“Where will you tell people it came from?”
“We will not tell we got it from you, we promise,” I said. “Besides, no one but you, me, and Angelica will know we have it.”
“And how do you promise?”
I paused for a short time before realizing what she meant. “I swear in the name of God I will not tell.”
“I also swear in the name of God no one will ever find out from me where it came from,” Angelica added.
“Let me make a call. I do not promise anything, but I will see what I can do.” She pulled her cell phone from her purse and touched one of the speed dial buttons. She put the phone on speaker so we could all hear.
“Hi, Aunt Rita. Why am I getting a call from you so early in the morning?”
“I want an ounce of marijuana.”
“Since when have you started smoking?”
“It’s not for me, but for a friend.”
“Does this friend have money?”
“How much?”
“Depends on what he wants. I have skunk weed that will not do much more than give him a headache. That will be seventy-five dollars. I have some good stuff that delivers a good high I can let you have for four hundred. Now if he is really looking for a good time I have some high quality, high THC content that will leave him feeling good for four, maybe five hours before he comes down. It is a mellow high that makes you happy and feeling good. Real good. Best of all, this particular strain does not have any of that annoying paranoid feeling. That will put him back nine hundred.”
“Wait one moment.” She covered the phone up so she would not be overheard. “What do you want?”
Angelica looked at me only a second before she said, “We will take the nine hundred dollar ounce.”
“Okay, give me eleven hundred dollars.”
“He said nine hundred.”
“I am the one making contact, I will be the one that goes to get it, and I will be the one carrying it if some cop should happen to pull me over. There is a price for that.”
Angelica and I put our heads together and conferred. She made a suggestion and I readily agreed.
“Okay,” my sister said. “Let’s go ahead and get two bags. That way we will not have to look for more anytime soon.”
“What has gotten into you two?” Rita asked.
Her curiosity was satisfied when we counted out eighteen hundred for the two bags and added four hundred to it for her.
“Do you have a way to smoke it?” she asked.
“What does that mean?”
“Do you have a bong or rolling papers?”
“No, what is a bong?” I asked.
“Give me another fifty. I will get one for you. You will have to figure out how to use it on your own.”
She went back to the phone. “Meet me at the gas station at Main and Second Street in forty minutes. He wants two of the nine hundred dollar bags.” She closed her phone.
“Why don’t you just tell him to come here? It would save a lot of time.” I said.
“You two young girls may have a lot of school and bible learning, but you know nothing of the world. First of all, you do not want a drug dealer, even my nephew, knowing where you live. Also, he is under the impression it is a male making the purchase. We do not need him to think any other way. Now you two try not to burn the house down while I am gone. I will be back in less than two hours.”
With that she grabbed her purse and was out the door.
While she was gone we tried to listen to the radio and watch TV, but the anticipation and excitement kept us from thinking about anything except the adventure we would soon have.
It seemed like most of the day had gone but actually it was only an hour and forty minutes before Rita was back. She reached into her purse and handed two bags of marijuana to Angelica. She put her hand in one more time and pulled out a plastic pipe with a smaller metal pipe sticking out the side at an angle. “That is a bong,” she said. “Let me suggest you put some ice and either soda or water into it before using.” She next pulled out a box of matches and a small can of air freshener. “When you are finished for the day, spray the area you smoked in with this air freshener. It is specially designed to eliminate the smell of marijuana.”
“Now this is important. If you should be caught tell them it was Rodriguez Santos that got the stuff for you.”
“Who is Rodrigues Santos,” I asked.
“Until last Friday, he was one of your garbage men. He also sells drugs, but he has left here to return to Mexico. I have doubts your police will go to the trouble to extradite a man for only selling a couple of ounces of weed.”
“If everything goes smoothly and you need more, I will get it for you under the same financial terms. Agreed?”
“We agree,” Angelica said.
“Okay, now to a different matter. I have things I need to do. I will clean your parent’s room and do the kitchen. I will not be here more than a couple of hours. Can you survive until Wednesday in a dirty room?”
“Our rooms are not that bad,” I said. “We will make up our beds and no one will ever know the difference. Our parents hardly ever come into our rooms anyway.”
“Give me one hour to finish upstairs. Then I will spend an hour in the kitchen and be done. You two okay with that?”
We both eagerly nodded our heads.
Rita left us to do some cleaning upstairs. We went to the internet to look up how to use a bong. It seemed simple enough. We looked at the weed and opened a bag to smell it. The smell was not pleasant, but we were not interested in the smell.
It was not long before Rita came down the stairs. We waved to her and giggled as we passed her and raced to my room. It was only a few minutes past eleven. We had at least nine hours of privacy.
My desk had two chairs, the same way Angelica’s desk had two chairs. We spent a lot of time in each other’s room. We sat down and placed the bong on the desk between us. I opened one bag and pulled out the weed and filled the thimble sized holder with it.
“Who goes first?” I asked.
“Me of course, I’m the oldest.”
I watched Angelica put the top of the bong to her mouth, and then following the instructions we read on the internet, covered the hole in the back of the bong with her thumb. She struck the match and held the flame to the weed while inhaling. When the tube was full of smoke, she removed her thumb. The smoke vanished from the tube as it entered my sister. At once she jumped to her feet, knocking her chair over in the process. Her eyes opened wide and her face turned red. I watched her doing her best to keep it in. It seemed to me she did okay. She held her breath at least ten seconds before she exhaled.
“Wow!” she said. “That was something.”
“Are you high?”
“Not yet. At least I don’t think so. It takes a few minutes to work its way into the blood stream and reach the brain.” She handed me the bong and said, “Okay, Sis, show me how it’s done.”
I repeated the actions Angelica did only a minute earlier. The only difference was I did not knock my chair over. I took a Kleenex from the box to wipe my watery eyes.
“I want to do another hit,” Angelica said.
“Are you sure? The way Rita’s nephew described it, this is some pretty strong weed.”
“Not so strong I cannot do one more.” She reloaded the bong and did as she did before. This time the reaction from her was not as strong. I figured she knew what to expect.
Not to be out done, I also took one more hit. I held my breath a long time it seemed to me. This time I let the smoke out slowly. For five or six seconds I blew smoke into the room.
“I believe I am feeling the effects now,” Angelica said. “The world seems better and at peace.” She was quiet for a moment before adding, “I want to hear some music.”
“No problem,” I said while opening a drawer crammed with CDs. “Who do you want to hear?”
“It’s a classical. Bolero by Ravel.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s a goodie.” I put the CD into the player and set it on repeat so it would play over and over until I made it stop. I turned back to my older sister. “I’m feeling good. We made a smart investment.”
“That we did, Sis. That we did.”
We leaned back in our chairs and listened to the music for a few moments. Then I stood up and took a three step journey to my bed to lie down. Less than a minute later Angelica was with me. There is nothing unusual about this. For all our lives we have laid in bed together to talk.
“Can you believe Dad,” she said to me. “He really wants us to wait around until we are close to thirty before we can have sex, and then only with the one guy we call husband. Now don’t get me wrong, I believe in the sanctity of marriage, but waiting another ten to twelve years? Hell, I’ll be a dried up prune by then.”
“I so agree. Do you realize we are eighteen and have been so monitored and controlled that we have never even kissed a guy? There are girls in our school that kissed by the time they were eleven. There are many of them that have done a lot more than kiss.”
“It’s not fair.”
We were both silent for a time, listening to Bolero pick up in number of instruments and volume. I was feeling good. The weed was taking effect and I was really high.
I came to a decision. Angelica and I always thought along the same lines. I prayed that was true with what I was about to suggest. Only the fact I was high loosened up my inhibitions enough for me to say this. Gathering my courage I said, “Lets you and me kiss.”
“Really?”
“Either that or wait ten years until we get husbands.”
“Do we know how?”
“We figured out how to use a bong. We can figure out how to kiss. We’ve seen enough of it on TV.”
She caressed my cheek and said, “I have wanted to do this for a long time.”
Our faces drew closer together and soon our lips touched. I opened my mouth and felt Angelica’s tongue reach into me. Her tongue found mine and they began caressing each other. Each of us explored the other’s mouth. I ran my tongue over the roof of her mouth. She tasted like fresh mint. I touched each of her teeth and licked the insides of her cheeks. I relaxed and enjoyed the feel of Angelica doing the same thing to me. We kissed several more minutes, trying to make up for lost time.
I whispered into my sister’s ear, “Angelica, would you squeeze my breasts?”
Together we sat up. I was still as she unbuttoned my blouse. I let her pull it off me and then felt her hands reach behind me to unsnap my bra. The bra fell to the ground. Both her hands wrapped around my breasts. For a time she massaged my tits and tweaked my nipples. Soon she moved her mouth to a nipple and began to suck and lick me. Her tongue had felt good in my mouth, but here it was magnificent. She explored my breasts as eagerly and thoroughly as she had my mouth. I held her body against me as she licked my nipples and squeezed me.
I felt I was in Heaven. This was one of the most important days of my life with a number of firsts. My first time getting high, my first kiss, and the first time I ever had my boobs played with. Hopefully before the day was out, I would have a lot more firsts.
I laid back on the bed and for ten minutes barely moved while Angelica played with my breasts. At last I sat up and pulled her lips off one of my nipples. “My turn,” I said. Angelica was reluctant to leave my breasts, but was excited with the prospect of having her tits played with.
We both stood and I took my sisters blouse off and next removed her bra. For several seconds I stared at her boobs. They looked so perfect and inviting. I moved both hands to them and took each nipple between thumb and index finger. Her breasts were so smooth and her nipples were so hard. For a minute I ran my hands over them, squeezing and rubbing them. I pulled her to the bed and she laid down. This time she was on the bottom and I was on top.
I do not know how long I played with them, sucking and squeezing, nibbling and rubbing. It must have been ten minutes, but it only seemed like ten seconds before I felt Angelica’s hand against my forehead as she pushed me away. I knew she was enjoying it every bit as much as I was so I was curious as to what would make her want to stop.
“Let’s shave,” she said.
I knew at once what she meant. We entered my bathroom and I pulled out my razor and replaced the old cartridge with a new one. I was going to be extremely careful when it came to having a razor next to my sister’s pussy. I watched her as she completely undressed. For a time I was motionless as I stared at the treasure I so desperately wanted. I also undressed and for a couple of minutes we studied each other’s body. The only difference I could tell between looking at Angelica and looking into a mirror was she was three dimensional.
I stopped staring at her cunt and looked at her eyes. She was unblinking as she looked at my pussy. For the first time ever, my years of taking ballet and gymnastics really paid off. Leaving my left foot flat on the floor, I lifted my right leg up and placed it against the top of the bathroom door frame. Angelica sank to her knees and moved closer to me. Slowly at first, she reached a hand out and touched me. Chills of pleasure shook me. I think she was getting ready to put her mouth against me but I reached out a hand to stop her. “Let’s shave first.”
“Great idea.” She grabbed the shaving kit, put some warm water in a bowl, took a towel and the bottle of hair remover from the cabinet and followed me back into the bedroom.
I laid down with my butt at the edge of the bed and my feet spread wide on the floor. I put a pillow under my head and relaxed, trusting my sister to treat my pussy with the same tender care I would treat hers. Warm water covered my pussy and soon after shaving cream was spread over my labia. Angelica massaged the shaving cream into the hair, ensuring it was totally moisturized. She seemed to spend a lot of time rubbing my pussy. She must have wanted to make sure everything was as wet as it could get.
After a time the massaging stopped. Then I felt the shaver placed against me. Slowly she shaved my pussy. I did not receive the smallest nick or cut as she tended to me. She took her time to make sure no hair remained and I did not have any discomfort. She at last laid the razor on the floor and took the towel and dried me. She took the hair remover and coated my pussy with it, making positive none of the chemical went inside me.
She left the floor and laid down next to me, showering me with kisses and telling me how beautiful my cunt was. I started to rise to see for myself but she held me down. “Wait a few more minutes and let the hair removal get rid of the stubble just below the skin the razor could not reach.”
Five minutes later she moved back to her knees between my legs. The water was now cool, but it still felt good as she washed me. The towel was used to pat me dry. “If I could paint a picture as beautiful and perfect as your cunt, it would push the Mona Lisa out of the number one spot,” she stated.
“Okay, I have to see,” I said to her.
Angelica reached to my dresser and picked up a hand mirror. I stood and she moved it so I could see my reflection. I am not an expert on pussies. I have seen mine, Angelica’s, and a couple in the dirty magazines Mom looked at once, but to me my pussy did seem beautiful. I could barely wait until it was played with the same way my tits had been, but I had to do one thing first. “Okay, Sis. It’s your turn to get a naked pussy.”
I put a new cartridge on the razor and performed the service to Angelica that she had done for me. A half an hour later when I gazed at the finished product, I understood what she meant when she said the Mona Lisa would fall to second place.
Angelica stood there, her legs spread wide, and I ran my fingers over her, sometimes touching her clit. “Hold yourself open,” I said.
She reached down and spread her pussy apart so I could see further into her. She was so pink and wet. She glistened from top to bottom and side to side.
I stood and faced her and we kissed, holding each other tight. At last we broke away.
“How do you want to do this?” she asked. “We can 69 or take turns licking each other.”
“Let’s do it one at a time. This first time I want to concentrate on licking and getting licked. After we know what to do and what to expect, we can do each other at the same time.”
“Who first?”
“Let’s flip a coin.”
There was a quarter on my desk I picked up. “Call it in the air,” I said.
“Heads,” she said as the coin spun in the air.
The coin landed in my palm, tails side up. “I win!” I shouted.
“Great. Lie down and let me go to town licking you.”
“No, I won. That means I decide who does what. You lie on your back and spread your legs wide. I plan to stick my tongue so deep into your pussy it will end up in your mouth, sitting on top of yours.”
At once Angelica obeyed my command. I did not go immediately to her pussy, but started with her lips, again kissing her and exploring her mouth. Her lips and tongue were as exquisite and tasteful as they were the first time. It was with great reluctance I left her mouth and moved to her tits. I comforted myself with the knowledge the further down I went, the better things would get. Her breasts were so firm. My fingers played with her nipples and were soon pushed away as my mouth insisted on taking over. While I sucked on one, the other was squeezed and gently twisted. I began to hear moans coming from my sister. Not wanting either boob to feel cheated, I occasionally switched. Her moans grew in volume.
I had to force myself to leave the fantastic tits I played with and went lower still. I next stopped at Angelica’s belly button. She was an ‘innie’, and like the rest of my gorgeous sister, it was beautiful.
“That tickles,” she laughed as I moved my tongue over her.
Her laughter grew stronger the more I licked and sucked on it. At the same time my hands were above my head, continuing to play with her tits. Even though she was jerking and laughing, she kept her hands at her side. She made no move to try and get me to ease up. When I saw a tear go down her cheek from her laughing so hard, I figured it was time to move on. At last I was nearing the spot that for months I had thought about and for the last few hours had been almost insane with desire to reach.
My face was now only five inches away from what I considered the most beautiful and desirable pussy on Earth. It would not be long before I would find out if I could add ‘tastiest’ to that list. I began by moving even closer and smelling her. I took in deep breaths, wanting to burn her scent into my memory. To me, roses paled in comparison. I could wait no longer. I stuck my tongue out and gave her the gentlest of licks. It was so light I did not know it she would feel it. I found out her pussy was much more sensitive than I believed. She moaned loudly and her crotch reached out to attack my mouth. She relaxed and her bottom returned to the bed. I moved closer and now my mouth lips made contact with her pussy lips.
My sister finally moved her hands. Not to push me away but instead placed on the back of my head so she could help guide me. I needed no more encouragement. I tried to make good on what I promised her when I began. While my tongue never reached the inside of her mouth, it did travel a couple of inches into her. It was as I had hoped. She was as delicious as she was beautiful. I did not move fast at first, but explored the inside of her pussy as thoroughly as I had her mouth. I wanted to learn every facet.
My lips entered the action. They pushed their way thru her labia until they found her clit. Once they reached their goal, I put a suction lock on her. My sister took her legs and wrapped them around my waist as if to keep me from escaping. I could have told her the entire US Army could not have run me off.
I alternated between licking her clit and sucking on it. Occasionally to add variety, I stuck my tongue deep inside her, wiggling it around. Her pussy was hot. I could feel the heat from her warming my already heated mouth.
Her hands pulled harder on me, trying to get my head inside of her. Her legs seemed to have become steel cables, squeezing and releasing, keeping pace with her rapid breathing. Her moans were now nonstop. She talked to me between her gasps for air. “Oh, Angelina. God you eat pussy good. Oh, I think I’m getting ready to cum. Your lips, the way you suck me. I love you so much. OH, OH, Don’t Stop! Please Don’t Stop!”
She was now bucking like a rodeo bronco trying to throw off the cowboy. My tongue raced up and down her pussy. I increased the suction on her clit. When she said she was getting ready to cum, I think I was getting ready to do the same thing. Eating her pussy was marvelous. I know I had to be as wet between my legs as she was.
Then pure pleasure for me. I tasted her pussy juice as she arched up and screamed out in ecstasy. Her hands left my head and grabbed the sheets she was on, pulling them up from the bed. Her legs clamped onto my head, making sure I would not stop. Orgasm after orgasm shook her frame. The time came when her hands moved back to my head, but this time instead of pulling me into her, they tried to push me away.
By coincidence, the timing was perfect. As the orgasms in my sister grew, the classical Bolero was also reaching its climax. The sound filled the room, but still could not mask the moans and screams from Angelica.
“Angelina,” she cried. “I can’t take anymore, I think I might faint.”
Instead of discouraging me, her words only made me attack her pussy with even more force. I was going to get another orgasm or two out of her despite her wish for me to ease up. She tried to stop me, I tried to lick her even more. I won. Once more she arched up as the largest orgasm yet rocked her. I was rewarded with another squirt of pussy juice. I was glad Rita had left because the next shout of joy from Angelica would have been heard anywhere in the house.
“Please let me go! Really, I mean it. I will pass out if that happens again,” she pleaded.
I kept a lip lock on her pussy for a few more seconds as I considered her plight. Finally, and with great reluctance, I released her.
She fell back to the mattress as her body started to uncoil. Her arms flopped down next to her and her legs left me and dropped onto the bed. I looked at her, limp as a ragdoll as she tried to regain her strength. Her chest was rapidly moving up and down as she gulped in air.
“Was it good for you too?” I asked her. Her reply was some barely heard mumble.
Then, out of pure meanness while she lay there weak and helpless, I leaned back and gave her pussy a few more licks. At once she arched as another orgasm rocked her.
“Bitch!” she shouted as one more orgasm took her.
When I released her this time, she curled into a fetal position, her hands covering her pussy, protecting it from another assault.
“So tired,” she said. “I need to sleep for just a few minutes.”
“Go ahead,” I said. “I’ll keep an eye on you.”
“I can’t. If I relax, you will go after my pussy.”
“I promise I will not bother you. At least for the next half an hour. After that, look out because I’m coming for you.”
She knew I was telling the truth, so she relaxed and only seconds later she turned onto her back and was asleep. While she slept, I slowly and gently separated her legs. Her feet were three feet apart when I finished. I took my cell phone and took several pictures of her cunt. This would be the start of my personal collection. I would not show these to anyone else except possibly her. They would never go online. I transferred them to my computer and erased them from the cellphone.
It was five more minutes before Angelica opened her eyes. I saw her smiling at me. “Oh, are you ever going to pay. Come over here and take my place. When I finish with your pussy it will be wrecked. Mercy’s face has fled.”
I eagerly traded places with her, waiting with great anticipation for her revenge.
She followed the same pattern with me that I did with her. This hinted what I did was pleasing to her. Her kisses were sweet. Her tongue went deep into my mouth, searching out every nook and cranny. I tried to pull her back when she moved, but she put a hand to my forehead and pushed me down.
Her next stop was at my boobs. She ran her tongue across each nipple. Little thrills went thru me as she did. Her hands were sometimes gentle and often times rough as she pinched and squeezed my tits. I thought I would play stubborn and refuse to make any sound, but despite my best efforts, moans started escaping from me. She sucked on my nipples and bit into my breasts. Not so much it hurt, just enough so I knew her teeth were there and could if they wanted sink in deep. If she wanted to scare me, it did not work. I knew she would never harm me as she knew I would never harm her. I saw little pink pressure marks where her teeth made contact, but within a minute they faded away. I wanted her to keep messing with my tits, but I also was anxious to feel her tongue between my legs. She must have felt my desire, because at long last she moved down.
She expanded on what I had done with her belly button. She did lick and suck on it, tickling me and making me laugh, but she also licked all of my stomach area. It felt good. Her tongue was hot as it bathed me, but immediately after it grew cool as the moisture evaporated. I would remember this the next time I had the honor of servicing her.
The time arrived I longed for so desperately. She scooted lower on the bed to where her face was between my legs. She started off by gently blowing. The warm air from her mouth flowed over me. Her fingers started moving up and down my cunt. Then one of them slipped inside. A chill of pleasure raced thru me. This was one more thing she taught me and another thing I would remember to do to her the next time I had the chance.
She slid a second finger into me and both of them explored as deep as they could reach into my pussy. My hips started rotating and moving up and down to the rhythm of her going in and out of me. This was not something I thought about doing, they did it on their own. Then she did something totally unexpected. She pulled her fingers out of my cunt and moved them to my lips. At once I sucked them deep into my mouth. I could taste myself on her fingers. I was elated to discover I tasted just like she did. With such an outstanding flavor, I knew she was in for an enjoyable meal.
I had never experience an orgasm before, but knew one was lurking just around the corner, waiting for an opportunity to pounce. That opportunity came closer as her mouth made contact with my cunt. Her tongue was an angel’s touch as it moved over me. She took her tongue and licked me, going from the very bottom to the very top. Each time at the top, she gave my clit an extra little caress. It seemed of their own will my legs wrapped around her. She rewarded this action by sucking longer and harder on my clit. She placed her tongue as deep into me as it could reach. It was a hot little organ that bounced around.
I imitated what she had done with me by putting my hands to the back of her head and holding her close, not wanting that marvelous mouth of hers to move away. That was when I had the first of what would turn out to be many orgasms. My eyes flashed open, my legs clamped tighter around my lover, my body arched, and a shout of sheer joy left my mouth. The orgasm was intense, but it was dwarfed by the ones that followed. I grew dizzy as pleasure after pleasure shot thru me.
I now understood why Angelica had begged me to stop earlier. My butt bounced up and down, my chest expanded and shrank as I gulped in and expelled air, desperate for more oxygen. I curved so much from the sheer joy going into me that I not only lifted my midsection from the bed, I lifted my sister with me.
She would not let go, riding me, sucking me, licking me, kissing me, nibbling on me. I have to admit, my sister is a natural. Dad told us God gives each of his children gifts. One of the ones He gave Angelica was how to eat pussy. I am so grateful to Him that He blessed her so.
Once more I repeated an action my sister performed earlier. I put my hands on her head not to hold her close, but to protect my pussy from further onslaught. I tried to push her away, but with the way we were positioned, she had the advantage and refused to budge. Now it was my turn to scream out and beg for relief. She would have none of it. Her lips continued to assault my cunt, never letting up as they worked at sucking one more orgasm from me. They succeeded. I realized what she had said earlier about getting ready to pass out was not an exaggeration. The room seemed to spin, and it was not due to the reefer I smoked. The blood was leaving my head and rushing to my pussy. A glaze of sweat covered me head to toe.
One more orgasm shot thru me before Angelica finally showed me mercy and moved her mouth away from my cunt. I did not make the mistake she made. When I was freed, I curled into a tight ball, hands wrapping around my pussy in a protective covering. I stayed liked that for a minute before I fell into a light sleep.
The next thing I know, my eyes snap open and once again orgasms rock me. Damn her, she waited until I was asleep, shaped me into a Y with my legs spread wide apart and began to chow down again. I did not have the energy to resist. I had to lay there and suffer another two orgasms before she relented.
She stood, looked at me and said, “You can sleep now. I will not bother you again until you wake.”
As always I knew she would not lie to me so I drifted off. When I woke, my entire body felt great. I felt as if I could conquer the world if I wanted. I glanced around and saw Angelica at the foot of the bed, studying my cunt. “How long was I out,” I asked.
“Not long, maybe seven or eight minutes.”
I sat up and Angelica moved from the end of the bed and sat beside me. “Angelica, that was fantastic. To be honest with you, I do not know for sure which I enjoyed most, eating your pussy or you eating mine. Both of those events were pure bliss. I’m addicted to you now. You are more habit forming than cocaine or any other drug. I never thought this but I might be lesbian. If any other woman is even half as good in bed as you, they would rate as fantastic.”
“Back at you Sis. I don’t know though if we are lesbian or bisexual. We will have to find a couple of young studs out there and see if we can talk them into sticking their dicks into us. If we really get into what they do to us we are Bi, if not, lesbo.”
“Sound good to me. We are going to have to find a way to be together even after the parents are back home. If anyone thinks I am giving up the chance to fuck you just because Mommy and Daddy are around, they are sadly mistaken.”
“We will devise something. We’re smart. The way I see it, right now it is two against two. Mom and Dad will want us to be good little girls. That is Team 1. Now you and I want to be bad little girls. That is Team 2.”
I was silent for a time as I considered the possibilities. “What if we could change it so Team 1 only has one member but Team 2 had three?”
“How?”
I laid out my plan to her.
At nine fifteen that night, Mom came back home. “What an exhausting day,” she said. “We got most of the planning done. We meet again Wednesday and start forming teams to put the plans into action. How was your day?”
“Same o’ same o’,” I said. “We spent most of the day watching reruns of Gilligan’s Island. Why the rest of the people there did not tie him up and toss him into the ocean is a mystery to me.”
“The show would end, that’s why,” Angelica said. She faced Mom and asked, “So you’re off tomorrow? It would be nice to spend the day together.”
“We will do that. I hate to leave you so soon after getting back home, but I’m exhausted. I did not stop from the moment I left to the moment I got back. I need some sleep if you want me up before noon tomorrow.”
Angelica said, “Mom, have a cup of tea with us, it will help you relax.”
I moved and spoke to Mom about the coming activates. I positioned myself so when she faced me, her back was to Angelica. I did not want her to see my sister pouring our tea from one pot and hers from a different one.
“This is so sweet of you.”
We sat and for five minutes discussed church affairs before Mom’s cup was empty.
“I really need to get to bed now,” she said. “You have no idea how tired I am.” She put her cup down and walked up the stairs.
The next morning Angelica and I were in Mom’s room at eight AM. We were still feeling the afterglow from what we just finished doing to each other.
“Mom, wake up,” I whispered softly in her ear. I touched her shoulder and gently shook her. I was kneeling on the floor next to her.
After a few seconds her eyes fluttered open. She smiled as she saw me, “Good morn…” she started to say but stopped mid word.
She looked up at her hands and saw two of Dad’s ties wrapped around each wrist holding her firmly to the bed. The blanket covered her from the neck down, but she quickly figured out her ankles were bound the same.
“I do not know the meaning of this, but release me this instant. When your Dad finds out about this you know you will be in trouble.”
Anymore she started to say stopped as she looked closer at me.
“Angelina, why on earth are you naked?”
“Both of us are nude,” Angelica said from the other side of the bed.
Mom’s head snapped to the other side where she saw her oldest daughter also naked.
“What the hell is happening here?” Mom asked.
“Mom, such language. You might be sent straight there for using words like that,” Angelica said.
I entered the conversation to say, “Mom, we have a lot to talk about. There are going to be changes. You may like them, you may not, but love or hate, they will be made. The main topic, scratch that, the only topic is the way sex is treated around here. Angelica and I will no longer be treated as if we lived in the fourteen hundreds, forced to wear a chastity belt. We will be sexually active. Now we are not going to be sluts, but believe it or not, we are grown women and we will have lovers.”
“Your father is going to kick you out of the house the instant he gets back.”
“That may well be, but we already have contingency plans for that.”
“We will be in college the next four years,” Angelica said. “We will live on campus until we graduate and get a job.”
“We will not pay a single penny of tuition or expenses.”
I said, “Again, we have already planned for that. We each have a four point grade average, over a 99.9% attendance rate, dozens of volunteer and community service awards and several other items universities look for. We will have no trouble getting grants, scholarships, and student loans.”
“You will be kicked out Saturday when your dad walks in the door. Do you plan to spend the next five weeks living on the streets?”
“Not at all, Grand mom, your mom, will take us in an instant. She adores us. I would not be surprised if she gave up her house for us and moved to a hotel if we asked. You know as well as we do that is the case. How many times has Dad condemned her because even now at sixty, she has men over? She enjoys sex and not only will she not damn us, she will bless us for setting ourselves free. You know this to be true.”
Mom was silent as she considered this. Finally she asked, “What about God?”
“What about Him? We believe in Him and in His Son. Look again at the bible. Abraham’s wife, Sarah had many lovers. Dozens. That is why she was forced to wait until old age to have a son. If she had him earlier, no one would know who the father was. David had hundreds of wives and still took a mistress. According to Dad, all of them are in Heaven. Why is it only us that have to be spinsters?”
“Mom,” Angelica said. “We can talk religion all day. We can talk morals all day. The time has come for action.”
“Yes,” I said. “Mom, how is your sex life?”
“What!? That is something I will not discuss with you.”
“Then watch. No discussion needed.”
We both backed away from the bed. Mom’s eyes grew even wider when she saw our shaved pussies.
“This is a trick I leaned last night, just before you got home.” I picked up a bag of M&Ms and poured them on the nightstand next to Mom. It was positioned so she had no trouble seeing it.
“Pick a color,” I said to Angelica.
She looked at the candy spread out and chose one she believed it would be difficult to reach. “Green,” she answered.
“Green it is.” I moved next to the table and using only my pussy, picked up all the M&Ms the wrong color one at a time and moved them out of the way. Then still using only my pussy, picked up the green one. Angelica knelt down in front of me and I deposited the candy into her mouth.
She said to Mom. “Mom, let me tell you, the candy I get from Angelina’s pussy tastes ten times better than straight from the bag. Let her get you one and see if I am right.”
Mom was speechless as she looked on.
“Oh, you are interested in our shaved pussies? We did this to each other yesterday. Don’t worry, we shaved yours too.”
Angelica grabbed the blanket and pulled it to the floor. Mom discovered she was completely nude. I stood at the end of the bed and held up a mirror so she could see herself. Her pussy was as bald as ours.
I said to her, “The tea you drank last night had two of your prescription Ramelteon sleeping pills in it. We looked up on the internet how strong they were. We thought one might do the trick but did not want to gamble so we added a second. Sure enough, you were out cold. We came in and stripped you, then shaved your pussy. To top it all off we spread eagled you and fastened you to the bed. Let me add we both think your cunt is gorgeous. We have not tasted it yet. We wanted you to be awake before we did that.”
“Am I in Hell?” Mom asked.
“Only if you want it to be. It can just as easily be Heaven. You have to choose,” I said.
I sat on the edge of the bed. Angelica took a seat on the other side. “Mom, be honest with us. Every word we have said to you is the truth. We expect the same from you. Are you happy with your sex life? Is getting laid maybe twice a month and always the same way enjoyable?”
“I gave birth to you two that way.”
“If the only thing you are after is getting knocked up, that’s great. What about the times you don’t plan to get pregnant? What about fun? What about joy? What about excitement?”
“I get a little bit of that.”
“Do you? Let me show you what real excitement is like. You can get a lot instead of a little.”
Angelica rose with me and we slid a couch across the floor and positioned it so Mom had a great view.
I said to her, “This works better on a bed, but you seem to have that occupied so we will do our thing here. Angelica and I are going to have sex. Pay close attention to see if the fun and excitement you have is anywhere close to what we have. This is called 69.”
I looked at my sister and said, “Top or bottom?”
“I was on bottom last time. Let me be on top.”
“Mom,” I said. “Personally I like doing each other one at a time, but this way cuts the time in half with the same results.”
I laid down and Angelica positioned herself on top of me.
I occasionally looked over at mom between moments of sucking my sister’s pussy. I was pleased to see she did not turn her head away but was watching our every movement.
I turned my attention away from Mom and concentrated on the delicious pussy in my mouth. Angelica climaxed first, screaming out in pure joy. Less than a minute later my hips jumped up and down as I followed her.
My sister lay on top of me as we both regained our breath. I moved my face to her and stuck my nose in her cunt while waiting. She still smelled fantastic.
Soon we got back up and return to where mother unwillingly waited. I said to her, “Mom, your oldest daughter has the best tasting pussy juice. If we could mass produce that, we would all be multi-millionaires. I do like however getting it straight from the source.”
“So, what did you think?” Angelica asked.
“You’ve turned into perverts,” Mom answered.
“Then the entire world is perverts.” Angelica reached between Mom’s legs and touched her pussy. Mom tensed up when she did. She pulled her hand up and showed us how wet it was. “Someone must have been excited by the show to be this wet.”
“Let’s move on to the next step,” I said, wanting to avoid another debate.
“Angelina, would you go get the stuff?” Angelica asked me.
“I’m on it.”
I left the room, but was back in less than a minute totting the weed and the bong.
“What is that?” Mom asked.
“Mary Jane, weed, wacky tabacky, reefer, pot, marijuana, grass, take your pick.”
“That explains it. You have become dope addicts. Where did you get it?”
Angelica laughed out loud as she replied, “Not junkies after less than twenty-four hours. Only got it yesterday. Our supplier is Rodrigues Santos. Sorry, Mom. You can’t get any from him, he just left the country.”
While Mom watched, we each took a hit from the bong.
“Your turn,” Angelica said as she moved to our mom.
“I will not touch that stuff.”
“Non-participation is not an option. Bedsides when Angelina and I take turns licking your pussy, it will make you feel better. We tried sex both high and straight. We both agreed the high was better.”
“Now, Mom, this is how it is going to be,” I said to her. “You can follow our lead and take it just like we did, or we will tape your mouth with masking tape so you can only breathe through your nose. One of us will hold your head so it cannot move and the other will fill the bong with smoke and then blow it into your nose. Either way you will get high. Taking it voluntarily has advantages. To start with we have estimated it will take five to six times as much product if we force it on you. This stuff is expensive and we do not want to have to pawn some of your jewelry to get more. Next, holding your head still while at the same time shoving the bong into your face could end up giving you a bloody nose. We don’t want to ruin these fancy sheets and blankets. Last, when I yank the masking tape off your mouth, it will hurt like hell. So, easy or hard?”
At first she made no reply, but when I picked up a roll of masking tape from her dresser she said, “Easy. I’ll do it the easy way.”
“Great choice.”
Angelica lifted her head as high as it could go. I filled the thimble holder with weed and moved the bong to her mouth.
“Okay, when I stick the match to the weed, you inhale as deeply as you can. When the pipe is full of smoke, I will move my thumb and in only a second, you will have lungs full of fantastic pot. Now here is the thing, you have to hold it inside you for as long as possible. Ready?”
I started to bring it to her mouth but stopped and moved to the bathroom. She was so low that unless I poured some of the water out, it would spill on her. Ten seconds later I was back. “Okay, try again.”
I put the top of the bong to my mom’s mouth. She nodded she was ready and I put the lighted match against the weed. She followed the instructions and soon the chamber filled with thick smoke. I moved my thumb and the smoke vanished. Mom’s eyes opened wide as she struggled to hold her breath. I was proud of her. She lasted twelve seconds. That matched the best Angelica and I had done.
“Okay, one more time for each of us. One is not enough, three is too many, but two is just right.” I refilled the bong and took my second hit. Angelica followed me. I filled it one more time and we repeated the process of getting it into Mom.
We put the drug paraphernalia away and return to Mom.
“Mom,” Angelica said. “At this moment you will not believe us, but what we are getting ready to do to you will give you sexual pleasure you never even imagined. By now the reefer should be relaxing you. Let me ask you to just go with it. When we finish we will get your honest opinion. If you enjoy it, we will service you whenever you desire. If you do not, we will never touch you again.”
She paused a second before asking, “Is there one us you want to go first?”
Mom made no remarks.
“Okay,” Angelica said to me. “Rock, paper, scissors?”
“Works for me.”
We slapped a closed hand onto an open palm three times. I made paper, Angelica made rock.
“Paper covers rock,” I said with a smile.
“Damn, I wanted to go first.”
“That’s okay, Sis. Sloppy seconds will be great.”
We both moved to Mom’s head. Angelica tried to kiss her, but Mom refused to open her mouth.
“That’s okay Mom, there are parts of you just waiting to be kissed.
We each moved to a breast. I had the right, my sister took the left. We noticed her nipples were already rock hard before even touching them. That was a good start.
“Mom?” I asked. “Does Dad ever tell you how beautiful you are? You’re a goddess. There is no doubt that whatever beauty we may have comes from you. Your skin is ivory, you lips, rubies, your hair, silk, and your body is that of Aphrodite.”
She tried to not do it, but the barest hint of a smile graced her face.
Both of us worked her breasts, kissing, kneading, caressing, licking and fondling. There was a minor movement of her hips. I was there over five minutes, wanting to take my time. There was a chance she would not accept what we were doing to her, so I had to make this love session with her one I would always remember.
I moved to her belly button and ran my tongue into her. Her stomach began to rise up, but Mom caught it in time and remained still. When I did not relent but continued to run my tongue around the perimeter of her belly button, a reluctant giggle started coming from her. I took the lesson I learned from Angelica and licked her entire stomach area. This time she could not rein in the movement. I spent another five minutes there.
Then came the moment I looked forward to almost as much as I had my sister. I moved so her magnificent cunt was directly in front of me. Angelica and I had already decided we were going to spend the day pleasuring her, so I knew I need not rush.
My first lick started at the bottom of her pussy and slowly crawled to the top. This time there was no denying the movement from Mom. I repeated the licking many times, slowly increasing the pace. Just like her oldest daughter, the pussy in front of me was a king’s feast. Perhaps all pussies taste good, but I doubt any of them could match Sis or Mom. I went from using my tongue for licking and started using it for insertion. I placed a lip lock on her pussy lips. After a few seconds my tongue dove as deep into her as it could go. Pure ecstasy. If it were possible for a tongue to experience an orgasm, mine would have done so.
Moans were coming from my mother and she could not control the bouncing of her hips. I had no doubt if her hand and legs were freed, they would be wrapped around me as tightly as Angelica’s had been. She shouted out as the first orgasm took her. What was even more important to me was I heard her cry out to Angelica, “PLEASE, KISS ME!” There was movement as my sister moved from tits to mouth.
I moved my mouth away from her and placed my index and middle fingers into her. I hammered my arm back and forth, hoping my fingers could imitate a dick as they flew in and out of her. I glanced up and saw Mom and Angelica had their mouths glued together. Their cheeks moved in and out, up and down as their tongues pushed against them.
Once more I did something my sister taught me. I pulled my fingers out of Mom’s pussy and moved them up to where there was one nonstop kiss occurring. Angelica released Mom’s mouth only long enough to suck on my fingers. Before she could return to the kiss, Mom cried out, “Let me taste, please!”
I hurriedly put my fingers back into Mom, insuring they were covered in pussy juice. I brought my hand to her and she lifted as high as the restraints allowed and covered my fingers with her mouth. I believe if they had not been attached to my hand she would have swallowed them. I freed my hand and returned to my main mission, making Mommy’s pussy happy.
Mom had to free herself from kissing my sister. She needed her mouth free to inhale all the air she needed to stay conscious. Angelica returned to her tits.
Mom’s leg muscles were rock hard from how much she strained. Her pussy rose up into the air, taking my lips with it. She was now shouting out every bit as loud as Angelica and I had yesterday. She began begging me to stop, saying she could not take anymore. I did not believe her. I wanted to see if she could take more. I now concentrated mainly on her clit. I sucked it for five seconds, then licked it for five seconds, ping ponging back and forth between the two. I discovered I was right, she could take more. Again a massive orgasm rocked her. Then another and not long after one more.
I had one more thing to do, the same thing I did to my sister only a day earlier. I stopped for a time and slowly, ever so slowly, Mom sank back to the mattress as she relaxed. When I saw the tension leaving her, I moved back to her cunt one more time and quickly wrapped my lips around her clit. This attack on her pussy came as a complete surprise to her. She shouted out in joy as first one, and then a second orgasm took her. At last I figured I had done all the damage I could do. It was now up to my sister to see if she could deliver Mom’s pussy to even higher levels of pleasure. I believed she could.
I left my spot between Mom’s legs and moved up the bed to lie opposite of her from Angelica. I saw tears in Mom’s eyes. It only took a few seconds for me to determine they were tears of pleasure, not sorrow.
“Mom, you are delicious. I might run down to the kitchen and grab some bread and mayo, come back here and use you as an ingredient in a pussy sandwich.”
This time the laugh coming from her was genuine.
“I never realized it was possible to experience such pleasure. I’ve missed so much.”
“You will miss no more,” Angelica said. “From this moment forward, we will fulfill your every sexual fantasy. We plan to go to a sex store this weekend and buy one of the strap on dildos, the ones that can be used as a dick. That way there is nothing a man can do with the exception of getting you pregnant that we will not be able to copy.”
“Girls, I am ready to join you. I see now what I have been blind to for so long. Your father is a good man, a great man really, but his sexual philosophy is a century or more out of date. Perhaps I might someday break him out of his shell, but until then, it will have to be the three of us pleasing each other. Please release me now. I will cooperate with you in all you do.”
“Can’t do it yet, Mom,” Angelica said. “I get a turn playing with your pussy just like little sister did. I believe I have just discovered I’m also into bondage.”
“I’m not sure I can take anymore.”
“I have faith in you, Mom. What say we get started?”
This time I moved to Mom’s face. Also this time she eagerly accepted my kisses.
For the next thirty-five minutes she once more had multiple orgasms as Angelica enjoyed her pussy. When finally sister finished, Mom was famished. She could barely move. While she napped, we removed the binds from her arms and feet. It was ten minutes before she woke. She stretched her arms and embraced us both. For several minutes she kissed us and told us how grateful she was to us.
She glanced at me and turned a light red with embarrassment.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Can I get a yellow one?”
Both Angelica and I laughed as I moved to the table to pick up a yellow M&M for my mom.
My life is no longer hell. My father has made certain I will be in Heaven in the next life, my sister and mother have made certain I am in Heaven in this one.
