October 1947

"I couldn't agree more," Lizbeth answered; "although I have to tell you..." she gave me another hard squeeze... "I'll miss holding this monster of yours."

And so we pretty much behaved ourselves until getting in the cab on the way to Lizbeth's. Beatrice sank back into the seat, her thighs almost involuntarily parting to allow Dennis' magical hand access. Then, as though waking from a dream, she slammed her legs closed. "Um, I can't!" she gasped.

"Sure you can," Dennis said persuasively.

"Oh, go on, Sis," Lizbeth added, "You know you want him too. Don't be a cock teaser."

I was stunned to hear Lizbeth telling her younger sister to grant Dennis anything he wanted. Dennis added a few additional honeyed words to Beatrice and her legs parted.

Moments later I was kissing Lizbeth and she was trying to swallow my tongue. Yet in all this turmoil, I could clearly hear the squishing sound from between Beatrice's thighs as Dennis fingered her to a rousing orgasm.

Absorbed with watching the shenanigans in the back seat, our cabby almost lost control of the taxi. He managed to get back on course as the brakes squealed just a fraction louder than Beatrice did on coming from Dennis' fingering.

I was busy myself. I had a hand under Lizbeth's blouse and busied myself with trying to get my hand into the cup of her brasserie. I wasn't having any success until she reached in there herself and hauled a heavy breast from the brassiere and plopped it in my hand. The nipple felt firm and supple to my fingers and after several soft flicks and a squeeze or two she was moaning into my ear and squeezing my cock again.

Seeking a greater reward, I left her breast hanging over the top of her brassiere and whispered: "I'm going to put my hand underneath your skirt in a moment, no one will see us except perhaps your sister, but she has her eyes closed and I doubt she'll care anyway.

"Okay, Roy, do it!" she hissed in my ear then sent her tongue into it, swirling about and driving me half mad. I didn't come to my senses until my hand was at the gusset of her undies and the heat and dampness that greeted my fingers brought me back with a jolt.

I watched her closely, my own breathing rate increasing at a dangerously high level. Men have been known to have heart attacks or strokes under similar situations.

Alongside me, Beatrice emitted a soft moan that trailed away as she placed several fingers in her mouth to stifle an even louder groan.

I had two fingers buried in Lizbeth's twat and her head was nodding jerkily, her breathing already hurried. "I can't believe how wet you are," I said, my voice merely a soft rustling sound, heard only by Lizbeth. I can't wait to taste you down there."

"You ... you'd do that?" Lizbeth replied in a hushed voice.

"Of course; I love doing ... that." I replied in kind.

"But it's considered so ... nasty!"

"Don't you want me to do the nasty with you?"

"I ... I don't ... yes! Yes, I do!"

"And then what, darling? Will you do the nasty to me?"

"I ... I've never ... but I will. Yes, I will!"

"Will Beatrice do it too?" I said, pushing my luck.

"I don't know ... why wouldn't she? Especially if I urge her to do it."

Our conversation and my fingering her twat came to an abrupt end when the cabbie pulled up in front of a typical Brownstone and announced that we were at our destination.

Dennis unhurriedly withdrew his hand from under Beatrice's skirt, smoothed the wrinkles from it as he whispered our arrival into her ear.

I gave the cabbie a five dollar bill and told him to keep the change, which was about three dollars. He gave Dennis and me a broad grin and wished us a good evening, and then he ogled the girls as they headed for the entrance of their building.

Once inside, Dennis took charge, made us all martinis and had Lizbeth sit on my lap on the divan; and after turning the lights down low, took the sofa for Beatrice and him.

"Cheers, everyone!" he called out and we raised our martinis up in acknowledgment. Both Dennis and I pretended not to notice the flushed faces of our respective partners.

"Drink up, Beatrice," Dennis said, urging her to do so by emptying his own glass in one long gulp. Lizbeth emptied her glass as well, handing me her glass with a trembling hand.

"Beatrice, we should get more comfortable, here, let me help you off with these, they'll only get in our way," Dennis said cheerfully as he opened her dress and deftly unhooked her brassiere, letting her generous breasts spill out into the open.

I freely admit I gawked at seeing them again. They were magnificent - twin peaks with pebbled areola and stiffened nipples

Dennis chuckled, his teeth gleaming whitely in the dim lighting. "Lizbeth, my sweet, let us see your breasts too so we may compare. But I promise the both of you; neither Roy nor I will make any comment as to whose are the nicer."

I was stunned to see that Lizbeth was already opening her blouse to release her heavy breasts to view.

If Beatrice had a magnificent pair I don't know what Lizbeth's were. First of all, they were filled, or beginning to fill, with milk for her as yet unborn child. Blue veins were evident in hers, but not in Beatrice's. This was, of course, due to her pregnant state. Her areolas were pebbled as were Beatrice's, but much larger in circumference. Again, a factor of her pregnancy.

Other than that, the girls were identical, but I digress, for although my memory of their respective breasts is filled with descriptive adjectives and superlatives, Dennis and I did not spend all that much time in admiring them. Instead, we set out to pay homage to each of them in turn, burying our faces in their bosoms' and suckling like babies.

I heard Dennis croon to Beatrice that he was not going to take her virginity; that he would leave that honor to her future husband. Shyly and somewhat taken aback, Beatrice replied, "But I thought..."

"There are many ways to give and receive pleasure, my dear Beatrice. I had thought Lizbeth might have discussed them with you?"

"I ... I haven't had any..."

"But you told her what happened on the train didn't you?"

"Yes, and she had questions about it..."

"But didn't offer any advice?"

"Um, well ... she told me that she lost her virginity before meeting her husband."

"Oh, who was it, a boy from high school?"

"No, it was a friend of my father's. Just after his funeral, he paid us an unexpected visit. I was at a piano recital with my mother, Lizbeth was home alone.

She confided to me that he took her on father's leather couch; that it hurt dreadfully the first time."

"So they met another time?"

"Yes, she agreed to meet him at his office the next day."

"So it wasn't as bad as she made it sound, was it?"

"No, and she explained that to me, saying that afterward she had this wonderful feeling ... down there, and she was more than receptive to trying the experience again."

"How long did this go on?"

"That time in the office was the last time. Lizbeth feared being caught. Then she met Steven, her husband. She told me they did it after the second date. He didn't have any protection, but persuaded her to let him in the back door as she couldn't get preggers that way."

"They must have gone at it like rabbits after they married," I said.

"They certainly did! Lizbeth even told me that a woman was capable of enjoying two men at one time. Can you believe it?"

"I can visualize it. Would you be interested in trying it?"

"I ... I was thinking about it on the train. You know, when the two of you..."

"But fear of losing your virginity kept you from going ahead with it, didn't it?"

"Yes ... and that's all that stopped me. God, I was so..."

"Aroused?"

"Yes, that's the word. Aroused. Mmmm, and then ... Lizbeth told me she wanted to meet the two of you, and ... umm..."

"I see. Well, she has, hasn't she?" Dennis said, glancing over at Lizbeth and me as I fondled and nuzzled her bared breasts in full view of the others.

Then, and I believe it was at the same moment I tasted the milk from Lizbeth's right breast, Dennis kissed Beatrice passionately, causing her to become faint enough that she made no protest as he adroitly removed the remainder of her outer garments, leaving her attired in only panties, garter belt and stockings.

Before she could be overcome by modesty, Dennis swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on top of the covers. I could see into the room where he stood back for a moment, admiring the beautiful sight of Beatrice spread before him, breasts heaving with her quickened breaths; skin a fiery red with shyness. He tossed his jacket off to the side and wrenched at his tie with impatient fingers, then swiftly kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants and shorts to his feet.

A moment later he joined Beatrice on the bed, taking the hardened, sensitive tip of one succulent breast into his mouth even before he climbed on top of her.

I asked Lizbeth if she wanted to move over to the sofa, thinking she, like me would find it more comfortable for what we were undoubtedly going to be doing in the next minute or so. To my surprise, she demurred, saying, "We can see them from here, at least to some extent. If we move to the sofa we can't."

I hadn't thought that Lizbeth was as much a voyeur as I, and was taken aback.

"Surely you like to watch them, Roy. I've seen you staring at them. Well, she's my sister, and I care what happens to her. I have to watch."

"But you want to watch too, don't you?" I said, perhaps it was a cruel thing to say, but I said it anyway.

Covering her breasts with feigned modesty, Lizbeth answered me, saying: "It's true; I'm excited by the thought of what they're doing, or going to do. I haven't had sex in months and even then it was sporadic, he'd come home after drinking beer all night and jump on me, wham, bam, and not even a thank you ma'am."

"Then let's have sex right now," I said lowering my zipper.

"Not so fast, Roy. We will, I promise. But let's watch them for a while. You can ... you know, put your finger in me if you want."

"I want to..." I murmured, and sent my hand between her legs and under the panties my hand had stretched previously into the hot, wet groove of her cunt.

Both our faces were turned toward the bedroom and Lizbeth smiled hotly as I fingered her relentlessly while her eyes were riveted to Dennis' feverish expression, or perhaps it was his cock, as he prepared to mount her sister.

In the bedroom, Beatrice was in the hottest of heat, rubbing herself against Dennis' rampant cock. Her moans were low, throaty; almost maddening when compared to the self control Dennis exhibited. He had promised not to take her virginity, or get her pregnant. He would honor that, but I knew he would violate the girl in one way or another and probably in more ways than one. I was no one to talk. I wanted her myself, and was already hoping to possess both sisters before the night ended. In my heart, I knew that Dennis would in all likelihood do just that and perhaps more.

Dennis' fingers were soaked with Beatrice's bodily fluid, and I gasped as he rubbed three fingers over her rosebud then sent them one after the other into the mouth of her puckered crease.

Next to me, Lizbeth moaned quietly at the sight. I sent my errant fingers to her spidery hole and teased her while we watched Beatrice's rectum draw his fingers in, one by one while he sucked on her throat like Bela Lugosi in his famous role as Count Dracula.

It was evident to me that Dennis intended to take Beatrice to a higher level of satisfaction; and when she cried out when his mouth moved to the hollow of her throat, his middle finger pushed strongly into her fundament; pushing halfway in without pause. Beatrice jerked at the unexpected entry into her rectum, moaning fiercely but continuing to move her hand on his cock.

By this point, my fingers were sopping with Lizbeth's juices and I meandered upward seeking the almost invisible nub of her clit.

I only found it when she moaned and I connected the moan with a little bump at, or near the top of her opening. Gorged with lust and success, I began to gently pluck and pinch.

Lizbeth was quickly roused her to a fever pitch. I sent my fingers downward, one fingertip pushing gently at the opening to her sex, and felt a gush of liquid at the touch. Then back up again, a hard pinch to her clit, and then back down. This time using both fingertips to part the inner labia, holding her slightly open. Lizbeth's back arched and her eyes fluttered rapidly, almost melting at the sensation of openness and vulnerability this caused.

"Ohhh, Roy, I can't stand it," she whispered frantically. I grinned in the dim lighting but said nothing. I continued bringing her close to peaking before backing up and allowing her to cool off before renewing my fingering. Lizbeth, unable to control her whimpers, didn't seem to care if her sister and Dennis heard her.

Perhaps it was because Lizbeth was so plaint in my arms, I felt safe in taking the occasional glimpse of the couple in the bedroom. I'm glad I did, for I learned many things about women; for Beatrice far from resisting Dennis' fingers in her anus, appeared to welcome them. In no time at all she was thrusting her rump in time to meet his fingers as they delved into her dark hole.

Suddenly, Beatrice screamed and exploded into orgasm; her teeth biting into his neck and nearly causing Dennis to explode without having penetrated any of her orifices with his cock.

Both Lizbeth and I were now paying rapt attention to them and ignoring one another as Beatrice finally shuddered into silence, with only the occasional tremor running through her. Dennis kept his finger immersed in her rectum, running the other hand soothingly up and down her back.

After a few moments, Beatrice raised her head to look into his eyes. Lizbeth and I heard her voice, husky with lust moan, "Your fingers are still inside my bottom."

Dennis gave a guttural laugh. "Yes, darling, and that's not all I'd like to put inside your bottom, but this is neither the time nor the place. You liked it, didn't you? Come on, you can tell me. Or was that someone else screaming for me not to stop?" he teased her gently, delighting in her blush.

He slowly eased his finger from her bottom, watching the expressions that crossed her face as the ticklish, pleasurable feeling was replaced by a brief sense of emptiness. It seemed that Beatrice was quite anal-erotic. Of course, she had no idea what else he wanted to put in her bottom. That would not be so painless, but there was much pleasure to be found in that delicious pain.

Beatrice pulled away, putting perhaps six inches between them. "I feel," she announced then paused a moment to wrinkle her nose, "sticky!"

Dennis smiled sympathetically at her, but most of his attention was focused on his bone-hard erection. "Darling, there's something I'd like you to do for me. That hard thing you were rubbing your cunny against is called a 'cock.' When a man is aroused, his cock gets hard. Right now, I'm so hard that it hurts. I'd like you to help me find satisfaction, just as I helped you."

Beatrice looked up at him for a puzzled moment. "You want me to rub against you and put my finger in your bottom?" she asked him innocently.

Dennis snorted. "No, another time perhaps; there are so many ways to bring your partner pleasure. The pinnacle of pleasure is the orgasm, which you have twice experienced. Would you like to make me orgasm?"

Beatrice nodded shyly, her curiosity and remnants of arousal wiping away any reservations. Lizbeth and I looked at each other and she whispered, "Whatever she does, I want you to do to me."

Dennis was holding his erection under Beatrice's nose. She seemed fascinated by it. I was impressed myself. The tip was swollen to the size of a small plum, and almost as purple. The thick shaft pulsed as Dennis slid his hand slowly, mesmerizingly up the underside, cupping the large head in his palm.

"I want you to take my cock into your mouth, Beatrice. I want you to suck on it. Lick it with your tongue."

Beatrice watched hypnotized, her eyes all over the large member, especially the single pearly drop of fluid that welled up from the open slit in the top then hung trembling on the plum-like top. Dreamily, she reached out and caught it on her fingertip, brought it to her mouth and tasted his essence. She was oblivious to the gasp and lurch of Dennis' body as the tip of her fingernail gently scraped his urethral slit.

Lizbeth and I watched Beatrice savor the salty taste of his fluid with her eyes closed in concentration. When she opened them again, she blushed to find us all watching her. Dennis' eyes were hot, and predatory. The planes and angles of his face clenched with an effort to restrain himself.

"Beatrice," he growled. His tone raised chills on my back. "Suck my cock!"

For some reason, I found the demanding way that he spoke highly ... erotic.

I moved my right hand until my middle finger was pressing against Lizbeth's tight anal opening. Then I gently pushed it inside her, and started moving it in to the first knuckle and out of her. She liked what I was doing, and let me know so with a soft moan along with nestling her cheek into my shoulder.

I continued working my finger into her anus, but we both kept our attention on Dennis and Beatrice. Without appearing to give the matter another thought, Beatrice leaned forward and kissed the crown of his hard shaft, and absorbed the drops of pearly fluid escaping from the slit in the top as she did so.

"Alright, now take it in your mouth," Dennis ordered. Obediently, her eyes closing, Beatrice opened her mouth wide and engulfed the thick tip of his cock in her salivating mouth.

"Watch your teeth, darling," Dennis warned. "A man's cock is very..." the feel of her young inexperienced tongue on his pulsing cock made him hesitate."Sensitive," he hissed raggedly.

Then I got a wild idea, and began running my fingers to Lizbeth's pussy then to her anus, bringing back some of her juices with each trip. She apparently realized what I was planning, and softly shook her head as she whispered "No" into my shirt. So, this little angel didn't want me coming in her back door; or did she?

Well, we'd see about that. I whispered in her ear for her to lift herself up and move forward just a bit. She again softly told me no, but I was insistent and took it upon myself to lift her up by her beautifully soft ass cheeks and urged her forward just enough to line my cock up with her tiny puckered hole. Then I let her down, shifting one hand to my cock to guide it in while holding her up with the other.

We remained at that impasse for the next few minutes. I didn't force myself upon her any further, and Lizbeth didn't try to remove me from my current gain on her anal orifice. What we did was watch her sister suck Dennis' sturdy member.

Beatrice seemed to have a natural affinity for cocksucking. Within moments, half of his cock was swallowed into her mouth, laved with saliva as she swept her tongue around it. Even the occasional touches of teeth were erotic rather than painful.

Beatrice listened happily to his groans and hisses of pleasure. Dennis raised both hands to her head, guiding her mouth into a rhythm that would lead to a swift conclusion. But he later confided in me that at some future time he would tutor her so that she would spend more than an hour in fellating him. Of this I had no doubt at all, for later that night I had the singular pleasure of her mouth on my own member, and delighted in her abilities at providing pleasure with her mouth and tongue.

Lizbeth and I heard him gasp a warning to her, "Beatrice, I'm about to come!" His voice was steady, but I could tell he was having difficulty forming his words.