I was working as a trainer and a masseuse at one of the big Vegas hotels, helping guests forget about their losses and their hangovers by at least trying to get them into some sort of shape and soothing their tense muscles. I had one guy who’d regularly come down to work out at the health club whom I liked, and soon he and I got to talking.

Tom was a dealer at the hotel casino. He was a married dude who obviously needed a friend. We started talking about this and that, how his marriage sucked, and pretty soon I was inviting him over to my place for drinks. He knew I was a dyke and that made him feel comfortable, knowing neither one of us would be coming on to the other. When we’d had a few too many drinks one afternoon, he started pouring it all out, telling me how he and his wife didn’t get along, rarely had sex, that he was no longer turned on by her. Las Vegas marriages are as rocky as they come — drinking, gambling, all kinds of suppressed sexual needs there to rock the marital boat.

I guess he had come to confide in me, or maybe it was the booze, but one night out of nowhere Tom confessed that perhaps he never should have gotten married in the first place, that maybe what he’d always needed was a man and not a woman. He’d long suppressed a hankering for boy-boy pleasures, he confessed. The thing is, even though he had these sexual desires, he couldn’t see himself getting together with a man one-on-one. It was just sex he yearned for, not any kind of intimacy beyond the physical.

“What exactly is it you want to experience with a man, Tom?’ I probed”If you want to know, Brenda, I want to suck me some nice stiff dick. I want to take a big one up the ass. I’ve been fantasizing about that forever. My wife, when we were still into it, would sometimes strap on a rubber one and make me suck it, then fuck me with it. I used to love that. When she had it buried inside me, I’d imagine a real one up there, one twice as big as the one my wife was using.”

He laughed, taking another sip of his drink, amazed, no doubt, at how frank and open he was being with me. The fact that I was a dyke I’m sure made it easier. He probably wouldn’t be confessing all this to some straight chick.

“It’s not just men and cocks I dream about, I suppose, but big cocks.”This immediately gave me an idea.

“I have this other client, he’s married too,” I told Tom. “Kevin’s his name. A great looking

guy, by the way. And he’s also been opening up to me about his marriage. He’s not happy either. His problem is that he’s exceptionally well hung, he says, and his wife is always saying he’s too big for her, that it hurts when he fucks her. Kevin’s had this one desire he’s always wanted to fulfill. He wants to do Greek. You know, fuck somebody up the ass. His wife sure won’t let him do that. And he says every other woman he’s tried to approach that way also said she couldn’t take him up there.”

Brenda could see the aroused, curious gaze in Tom’s eye.

‘”He’s straight like you are, Tom. I asked him if he wants to fuck ass so much why doesn’t he

find himself a willing a guy. There’s sure no shortage of guys like that in Vegas, bottoms who’d happily turn over for a hung, straight stud.”

“What’d he say to that?”

“He said he doesn’t feel like going out and cruising for a gay stud. He’s like you, Tom. He wants the action, but that’s all he wants. He did tell me that if a situation ever came up where the right guy was there and available for him, then he’d probably go for it. But he wasn’t going to go out looking.”

Brenda could tell by the look on Tom’s face just how much this piqued his interest.

“Would you be interested, Tom?” I asked, amazed we were treading on this turf. “I think I could arrange it. I have a feeling he’ll turn you on. And I’m sure you’ll do the trick for him. I can have you both come over for drinks sometime and you can check each other out. You know, no commitment, nothing to lose. But hell, you guys may hit it off. You both seem to have what the other one needs and is looking for.”

“Sure, I’d like to meet him. Let’s see what happens,” Tom said. And I could detect under his usual cool manner, the enthusiasm in his voice. “How big is he anyway?”

“Actually, one time when he and his wife were on the outs and he needed a place to crash, I let him stay over here, with me. I have that spare bedroom. I got up late at night to get something to drink and walked past the bedroom. He’d left the door open and there he was inside, beating off. He never even noticed me as I stopped to stare. All I can say is he was huge. And it was so thick too, his cock”

Tom smiled, he liked what he was hearing. In fact, he couldn’t stop thinking about it until that day had arrived – the day when he and Kevin would finally get to meet each other.

That happened soon enough as Kevin was as keen as Tom about my idea for a get-together to see if these two men would find what each longed for.

They were nervous at first as I poured drinks. After all, both were married and basically straight. Though thoughts of sex with men fevered up their minds, neither had yet acted on those impulses. As for me, I got really fired up by the idea of these two making it. Though I’d had a few experiences with men back in college a decade ago, since then my sex life has strictly been with women. Maybe it was because I was gay myself that the idea of men getting it on with men aroused me as much as it did. Of course there’s something else. When I play with women I love to use dildos; use them on my lovers and have them use them on me. So though I may not care for men sexually, somehow the idea of a cock sure does something for me. Even that night, after I caught Kevin slowly fisting his huge shaft I immediately went in my bedroom and masturbated to images of my houseguest playing with his oversized penis.

Now here they were, in my living room, that big cock of Kevin’s hidden away in the crotch of his jeans.

Though I had told Tom about it, Kevin never knew I’d caught sight of him that night. Now I thought I’d let him know as a way to break the ice and maybe get things moving.

“I never told you this, Kevin,” I began and then proceeded to tell him how I’d witnessed him playing with his cock. “I couldn’t believe how huge you were. And when I told Tom he sure seemed intrigued, right Tom?”

Tom blushed a little, but nodded.

“You know, Kevin, I’d get a kick out seeing it again. And I’m sure Tom would love to lay his eyes on it,” I said provocatively. “How about you whip it out and let us have a look.”

It didn’t take much convincing. Kevin was here for a reason, and the reason was that he hoped that, finally, he’d be able to slide that thick, overgrown cock of his up a nice, tight, willing and welcoming ass. Tom’s ass, maybe. So he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, and reached in. And when he pulled it out his dick was already at half-mast, big and thick, and quickly stiffening up. I looked over at Tom who had his gaze fixed on Kevin’s impressive tool.

“What’d I tell you?” I said to Tom teasingly.

“You weren’t kidding.”

Kevin loved it, loved showing off.

Tom and I watched Kevin play with his dick, fingers wrapped around its girth, twisting the shaft until it reached its maximum dimensions and was as rigid as a length of steel tubing.

“Damn, how many inches you carrying anyway, Kevin?” I asked, looking over at Tom.

“Why don’t you measure it for me, Brenda,” Kevin teased.

“Oh you know I don’t play with men’s cocks,” I said, laughing, then looked over at Tom. “But maybe Tom would care to measure it.”

Without waiting for an answer I went into a desk and took out a ruler.

“Here, Tom,” I said, handing it to him. This was the moment of truth for Tom. He said he’d been hankering for some big, juicy cock. He wanted to taste it, have it driven deep into his ass. Well Kevin sure had the equipment for the job, and he sure looked like he was keen and eager to put it to use. “Why don’t you measure it for us.”

Tom hesitated a moment, still in a little bit of shock, then leaned over toward Kevin with ruler in hand. Glancing up at Kevin, then at me he placed the ruler along the length of Kevin’s shaft.

“Uh—looks like it’s ten—ten inches long,” Tom stuttered, nervous excitement in his voice.

“Wow, that’s a big one, huh?” I said, proclaiming the obvious.

Tom was frozen, staring at the huge cock.

“Take it your hand, hold it, Tom,” I urged.

He put aside the ruler and wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft, coming close, his eyes glued to the beautifully sculpted cock. Whether they’re straight, bi or gay, all men instinctively know how to handle a cock, having handled their own endlessly. So now Tom started massaging Kevin’s thick, rigid ten inches like he’d been handling other men’s cocks all his life. Kevin closed his eyes and sighed, loving the massage.

“Now go ahead and bring your mouth down to it,” I urged, thrilled by what I was witnessing. There’s something about two men making it that brings a tingle to my clit. And though I may be a dyke, I guess I just have a thing for cock.

Tom took a deep breath as he gazed over at me. Then, still gazing, he brought his lips down to the shaft and began to run his tongue along the taut skin of the achingly erect penis, sliding that tongue slowly up and down its length.

I watched, spellbound, as Tom dragged his tongue all over the ample surface of Kevin’s cock until, finally, he opened his mouth and engulfed the big knob between his lips.

“Look at you, Tom, you’re sucking cock. Aren’t you the lucky boy.”

Once he got into it, Tom was ravenous, as though he’d been hungry for the taste of cock all his life. And looking at how he was wolfing down Kevin’s stiff shaft, I had to say Tom sure seemed like he knew what was doing. I could feel a warm dampness between my own legs. All this was definitely arousing me. The moment Tom confessed he yearned for cock and the thought of hooking him up with Kevin came to me, I could hardly think about anything else.

“What a hungry cocksucker you are, huh Tom?” I couldn’t help teasing. “Go on, suck that cock! Suck it!”

And suck it he did as now Kevin dropped a hand and gently pressed back on Tom’s head.

I watched for a while but realized if this were going to go any further, the two of them would have to undress.

“Take off your clothes, guys. I want to see you both naked.”

In a jiff jeans and T-shirts, socks and shorts came off and the two of them were as naked as on the day they were born. Kevin I’d seen naked before, when I caught him beating off. He had a smooth, sinewy, lean body, with a washboard stomach, and narrow hips. All that made the thick ten inches sticking out from the base of his stomach that much more impressive looking. Tom I had trained and massaged, so I was even more familiar with that also nicely sculpted and toned body. Though until now I had never seen his dick or his ass. The ass was perfect, smooth and firm and gorgeously tanned. Tom must’ve found himself a hideout for nude sunbathing, maybe his own backyard. And his cock, exposed now, was as erect as Kevin’s. He wasn’t carrying quite as many thick inches as Kevin, few men did, but he was nicely endowed and his cock was nicely formed. I don’t know what it is, this thing I have for cock. When I’m making it with chicks and we get into dildo and strap-on games I’m fussy about the equipment we use. I always like to pick out the rubber cocks, making sure they’re as lifelike as possible and shaped and sized just the way I like them.

The two guys, naked now, checked out each other’s bodies, Kevin getting his first look at Tom’s equipment. Then Tom gently pushed Kevin back down on the couch and resumed sucking his dick. I was sitting opposite the two of them, in an armchair, and needed to get closer. So I went over and knelt down next to Tom, my eyes now only inches from where Tom was gobbling up Kevin’s meaty log. We gazed into one another’s eyes as he chewed on the shaft.

“Look at you, Tom. You’ve wanted to do this for so long, to suck a cock. A big one. Do you like it? Do you like wrapping your lips around Kevin’s big, beautiful shaft?”

He nodded, his mouth full.

“You do, don’t you? Just look at you, you love it!”

The sight of Kevin’s thick penis in Tom’s mouth almost made me dizzy with excitement. Why, I wondered, did I get so turned on by men making it with each other?

Now Tom pulled away and gave me a sly look, his lips curling in a smile.

“Want a taste, Brenda?”

“No, I don’t think so,” I said, taken aback a little. “That’s not exactly part of my cuisine.”

“You sure? It tastes real, real good,” Tom kept teasing.

“Yeah, Brenda,” Kevin now added. “Why don’t you have yourself a taste?”

“C’mon guys, you damned well know I’m a dyke.”

“So? We’re both straight, me and Kevin. And here I am sucking his dick. You’re not going to stop being a dyke just because you suck a little cock? A little big cock.”

“That’s right,” Kevin added. “You’re always saying how you like to mess around with rubber ones, you and your girlfriends. Well here’s the real deal, check it out, why don’t you.”

The truth is just that thought had been beginning to buzz inside my head, amazing me. I hadn’t had sex with men for over ten years, since I was a college freshman, and had pretty much determined that I was a hardcore lesbian. I never felt a desire or an attraction to men. Maybe it’s because I’m gay, and now was watching two men have sex, one sucking the other one’s dick, that somehow made me feel more comfortable with the idea, more aroused. And so I realized that, yes, I really did feel like having myself a taste of Kevin’s big cock. Once in a rare while when I had a big rubber one between my lips, I’d imagine it was a real one. Well, here I had a chance to check out the original.

“Oh, okay,” I said, coming closer as Tom gave me room. I stared right into Tom’s eyes as I wrapped my lips around Kevin’s cock, taking the immensely thick shaft in my hand. It was one thing looking at it, seeing its huge dimensions. But now, holding it, sucking it, I appreciated just how awesome it was. The last time I sucked a cock it wasn’t even hard and unloaded in my mouth in just a few seconds, not exactly a memorable experience.

“If only some of your girlfriends could see you now, huh?” Tom chuckled. I reached down and playfully spanked him. He could be such a tease! But he was right. I could think of a couple of dyke sluts who’d faint if they saw me doing what I was doing now.

“Oh yeah, suck my dick!” Kevin hissed, running his fingers through my thick, long hair.

“”Uh huh, suck it,” Tom added as he now brought his face down and began to lick the shaft as I sucked the knob, dragging his tongue along the length.

“Here, it’s your treat,” I said, backing off and letting him take over. But now I did something else. I reached down and took hold of Tom’s shaft. He looked at me, his mouth stuffed with Kevin’s dick, a little surprised. Then I brought my face down there and started sucking Tom’s cock. I wasn’t going to go down on Kevin and not go down on Tom. I even licked his balls. And that brought my face close to his butt, staring right at his asshole. That was the next target for Kevin’s cock, if Tom could manage it, that is. It’s true he’d said his wife once used to fuck him up the ass with a pretty big strap-on. But that was a long time ago. It’d been awhile, and Kevin’s thick shaft was going to be quite a challenge, as much as Tom might desire to have it buried inside him.

So he’d have to be well-prepped. I knew what that was all about. When me and some dyke slut would strap one on and fuck each other up the ass first we’d do plenty of rimming and fingering and lubing. We’d work on each other with vibrators and small dildos before burying something really good-sized up inside. So I knew what needed to be done. There I was, staring at it. Would I dare start off by licking it, licking a man’s ass? I really had something of a fetish for eating out a woman’s bottom, but a man’s? Oh well, I said to myself, I just sucked some dick, so I might as well eat some ass.

“Let’s get this ready,” I said, spreading apart Tom’s cheeks, announcing to the guys where we were all headed. I took a deep breath and then just pressed my tongue against his hole. This wasn’t that strange. A cock, now that was pretty novel to me after ten years. But an asshole? That’s one thing a man and a woman have in common. And Tom’s ass and crack were completely smooth and hairless, so the terrain was even more familiar.

“Brenda licking your ass?” I heard Kevin say in his gruff voice.

“She sure is,” Tom told him, breaking off from the cockfest.

Tom started swaying his bottom against my probing tongue. He obviously loved the attention back there. This went on for many minutes, Tom leisurely sucking on Kevin’s cock while I began to ready his ass with my tongue. Then I pulled away and went to my bedroom where I kept everything else we’d need. I opened a drawer and pulled out a jar of lubricant, a vibrator and a dildo, then returned to the guys. Tom was still down there, at the foot of the couch happily sucking away. And Kevin was all stretched out, languid and happy as his tool was getting expertly serviced. I took in the sizzling, beautiful sight from a distance, two good-looking naked men with nice, toned bodies having fun with each other. Tom was sure making up for lost time, downing that big shaft of Kevin’s like he’d just been starving for the taste of dick, which he had!

“Come and help me out,” I said to Kevin, wanting him to pay attention to Tom’s bottom.

After all, that was about to become the new playground for his thick cock. So now as Kevin got up off the couch, we positioned Tom down on it, on elbows and knees, with ass raised nice and high, exposed and vulnerable, ready to be taken. Kevin couldn’t take his eyes off Tom’s smooth, tanned bottom, reaching down to slowly fist his own dick as his eyes took in the gorgeous sight. Tom was really sticking it out, so we could peer into his crack and see his hole, already glistening a little, wet with my saliva. Kevin drilled the sight with his eyes. I knew how much he’d been longing to work that dick of his up a tight, willing asshole. And now it looked like he was going to get the chance. If Tom could manage it, that is. Which was the next part of the job.

“If Tom’s going to be able to take what you got for him, Kevin, we’re going to have to get him good and ready,” I said, unscrewing the lid to the jar of lubricant, and digging in to scoop up a big dab. I slapped the dab between Tom’s cheeks and started rubbing it around, Kevin watching with fascinated, unblinking eyes.

“Yeah, get him good and ready for this big ole thing,” I purred, reaching down with my other hand to give Kevin’s cock a feel, amazed at how comfortable I was suddenly becoming with men’s cocks.

“Hold his cheeks open for me, will you?” I told Kevin. Up to now all Kevin had done was lean back and offer up his cock to Tom’s mouth, then mine. I wanted to see Kevin manhandle Tom now. He held open Tom’s buns with his big hands as I slapped a little more lube into his crack. I didn’t want Tom to balk at the moment of truth, to want Kevin’s cock inside him but to be unable to take it. So I knew he’d have to be well-lubed and well-prepped. After all, Kevin’s cock would be a challenge for any ass, let alone one that hadn’t been reamed out for a long, long time.

I couldn’t quite get over it, amazed at myself. Here I was greasing up a man’s ass, me, a dyke!

Well, I was over the shock now and really into it. So I slid a finger inside his ass, looking at Kevin.

“Ooooh, nice and tight,” I hissed, and he was tight. “You’re gonna love it, Kevin.”

Kevin smiled, fisting his cock like a maniac as he watched me finger Tom’s lubed ass. Soon I added a second finger and when Tom sighed in pleasure and pushed back on my two probing fingers, I added a third.

“How’s this?” Jenny asked as she worked the lather into Julia’s shoulders and massaged her neck. Her skin was smooth to touch and Jenny’s hands slipped easily over Julia’s shoulders and upper arms. Now she let her hands move down her sister’s back, feeling each vertebrae as she pressed the firm ridges of muscle on either side of her spine and then, moving outwards and upwards, she could feel Julia’s ribs beneath her fingers and the exciting swelling of her breasts which she brushed with her fingertips.

Julia leaned back and rested her head on Jenny’s shoulder; she could feel Jenny’s breasts pressing against her.

“Mmm…. that’s lovely. Tell me about Mike and you in the kitchen, you know, when I came in.”

“What do you want to know?” Jenny tingled with anticipation.

Julia’s voice was low and full of controlled excitement. “Tell me everything. When did you first know it would happen?”

“It was before we came home, in the supermarket, he was pressing against me.”

Julia had to breathe deeply to control her voice. “How? Show me.”

“Like this.” Jenny moved forwards and could feel her mound pressing against the soapy wetness of her sister’s buttocks, sensing the void between them that held such intimate secrets.

Julia returned the pressure and moved against her sister, enjoying the pressure of her sister against her. “Go on.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

“We’d been talking all around it, you know, double meanings and winks, that sort of thing, and I knew that I’d only have to give him some kind of sign or signal to start it. So I kissed him on the cheek and then looked straight into his eyes and waited; and he kissed me then, mouths open and his tongue was in my mouth and my tongue was in his;” Jenny slid her hands around Julia’s waist and pressed them against her belly.

“And then what?” Julia’s insides tightened with a wonderful warmth.

“He had his hand here.” Jenny moved one of her hands to Julia’s buttocks, the soapy water removing any resistance as her hand slid over the warm and wet skin. “And I wanted him to touch me, so I pulled my skirt out of the way and asked him to do it.”

Julia was aching for Jenny to explore the cleavage between her cheeks. Every nerve in her body was alive and eager for the caress of her sister’s hand. “Touch me there the way he did” she gasped.

Jenny let her fingers slip between her sister’s cheeks; she could feel the heat between them and then the tight little button of her anus and she let her fingers linger there, testing and probing the tightness of Julia’s hole. Jenny put her lips to her sister’s ear and whispered fiercely:

“He was still pressing against me and I could feel his cock, hard and stiff against me, like this.” She let her other hand slide over Julia’s belly and then she pressed hard against her sister’s mound with the heel of her hand. “I was wet, here, and wanted more.” Jenny pressed again with her hand.

Julia’s mouth was dry with excitement and she let some water trickle onto her lips. She could feel her juices mingling with the water that was running off her belly and between her legs.

“And then?”

“He put his mouth here.” Jenny let her fingers play against the lips of Julia’s vagina. “Shall I…?”

“No!” Julia interrupted. “Use your hand, let me imagine, but tell me, tell me everything, every word, every touch.”

Jenny slipped her fingers into Julia’s slit. It was wet and hot and she could feel her sister moving against her. She ran her fingers along Julia’s slit and then deeper, into her, feeling her sister tense with the penetration and then higher, finding her clitoris and rubbing it, and the juices and water made it slippery and hot and wet and now Jenny wanted it again, wanted to feel the touch of Mike’s tongue inside her. She rubbed her mound against the knuckles of her hand that was still on her sister’s buttocks, working them against her love spot and again touched her sister’s bum hole whilst she moved her fingers inside Julia and massaged her clitoris.

“His tongue was here and here and here, like this.” Jenny’s lips brushed Julia’s ear as she spoke and her fingers increased their rhythm “I was coming, I was so wet and my belly was full of desire. I wanted to feel pain and I squeezed my nipple until it hurt. I wanted him inside me, everywhere, and I pushed against his finger and then it was inside me, filling me, touching, pressing…” And as she said these words, Jenny let her finger slip into her sister’s hole which had opened at the first pressure to receive it, the dark warmth enveloping it as she moved her fingers ever closer inside Julia. “And he was licking and sucking me here:” Jenny traced the outline of her sister’s clitoris with her fingers. “I wanted it to last for ever but I couldn’t hold on and I came so hard it almost hurt. I knew he could taste me on his tongue and…”

“Yes…yes…yes…yes…” Julia stretched onto her toes and arched her back as she climaxed and let her juices flood out of her. It felt as though Jenny’s fingers must meet as they probed the innermost reaches of her body. Jenny had come as well and she felt her sister shiver as she gently withdrew her fingers from her and turned Julia to face her. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes and embraced.

“I love you Jenny.”

“And I love you Julia.” And their mouths met in a deep and passionate kiss.

Cupping his hands beneath the kitchen tap, Mike let the last of the soapy water trickle between his fingers. He could hear the sound of a shower running and the low murmur of the twin’s voices. He was certain that the meal he served could be the catalyst for a very interesting evening and had thought carefully about what he could prepare and how risqué he might be with it’s presentation. It should be light and simple: a delight to the mouth and not too heavy on the stomach. He had bought two bottles of full red Italian wine and judged the amount to be enough to brighten the spirits without dulling the senses. He would start with a selection of crudités with a subtle dip of garlic and sour cream and then pasta with a tomato and basil sauce. He would save the best until last: ‘une piece de resistance’ which he was sure would point the after dinner conversation in the right direction. Setting the sauce to simmer on the stove, Mike worked quickly at forming the vegetables into short sticks and then set about the desert that he wanted to have completed and hidden in the refrigerator before the twins came back. He had just finished when he heard them return.

“Mmm that smells delicious.” Mike turned and saw Jenny and Julia standing side by side in the doorway, grinning hugely. They were both wearing jeans and T-shirts, one green and the other red and he guessed from the way that their breasts moved beneath the fabric that they were wearing nothing else and that probably meant no panties either, but there was no way that he could tell which was which; he glanced from one to the other, searching their faces for a clue.

“I’m Jenny and she’s Julia” said the red shirt.

“And I’m Jenny and she’s Julia” said the green shirt. They laughed at Mike’s confusion and walking over to him they each took an arm and kissed him on the cheek.

“You can’t tell us apart can you; but we’ll be kind to you. Shall we tell him little sister?” This was the red shirt.

“Yes I think so big sister” replied the green shirt. “Julia’s in the red shirt and me, I’m Jenny in the green shirt. Got it?”

“I still can’t believe that you’re so alike. If it weren’t for the T-shirts and if you hadn’t told me I would never be able to know who was who; even your voices are the same.” A thought struck Mike. “You’re not having me on, are you? You are Jenny and you are Julia” he said, turning from one to the other.

“No, we’re not teasing you. I am Julia and she is Jenny but,” she paused for a moment, “You never know!” Julia’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Mike and she squeezed his arm. “Come on, show us what wonderful things you’ve made for us to eat.”

“I’ve laid some places here in the kitchen. I thought it would be friendlier. Let me pour you some wine.” He poured three generous glasses and raising his glass said: “I think a toast is in order.”

“Yes” said Jenny raising her glass as well. “To a wonderful evening.”

Mike and Julia joined in: “To a wonderful evening.” They clinked glasses and drank. Mike put the crudities on the table.

“This is sour cream and garlic dip, I hope you’ll like it.”

“Mmm, that looks yummy.” Julia took a stick of carrot and dipped the end of it. “Is this how you eat it?” The carrot stick had a glistening blob of dip on it and she lifted it to her lips and, all the while looking straight into Mike’s eyes, slowly and sensuously sucked the whiteness off the carrot.

“No, I think you do it like this.” Jenny took a stick of celery with some dip on it to her mouth and with long strokes licked the dip from the end of it, smiling at Mike as she did so. “What do you think Mike?” She took another piece of celery and, dipping it, placed it on Mike’s lips and gently rubbed it from side to side and then in and out. His eyes were locked on her face and he watched with fascination as her tongue followed the action of her fingers. Mike swallowed and took a deep breath, trying to calm the excitement that made his voice catch in his throat.

“I think I’ll eat it any way you say.” Mike held his breath and looked first at Julia and then at Jenny, hoping he hadn’t said too much.

“We’ll hold you to that,” said Jenny. “Won’t we sis?”

“Oh you bet, and there’s lots of ways we like.” Julia’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “I think this is going to be an excellent evening, don’t you?

And she raised her glass to Mike and Jenny.

“To a very wonderful evening.”

They ate eagerly, chatting freely now that any lingering tension had been broken and they enjoyed with excitement the anticipation of what was to come. There was a feeling of determination in the air to fulfil any desire and satisfy any appetite that anyone of them should express.

“Wow! That was great,” said Julia, wiping the pasta sauce from her plate with a piece of bread. “You really are a very good cook. Do you do everything as well?” She sucked on her fingers, tasting the last of the sauce. Mike smiled at her and stood up, draping a napkin over his arm. He made a show of clearing his throat.

“It is the management’s position,” he said haughtily, “To satisfy every taste and provide the best possible service at all times.”

“Well, I can vouch for the position,” said Jenny with a grin, “And the service is, in my experience, second to none!” They all laughed.

“And I can vouch for the taste.” added Mike, looking straight at Jenny and laughing again.

“I’m pleased that you hold the satisfaction of your customers so dear,” said Julia, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. . “Am I going to enjoy the pudding as much?”

“Oh more, much more I should think,” said Mike, smiling as he collected the plates. “But on one condition: you’ll both have to close your eyes for a minute and only open them when I say.”

“Are you going to tie us up as well?” Jenny asked, pretending to be serious.

“No, that comes later,” retorted Mike.

“I hope we all do!” said Julia, laughing and raising her glass once more.

Mike carried their plates to the sink and then took the deserts from the refrigerator. He had one finishing touch to add and for this he needed the can of squirty whipped cream. The cream shot out of the can with a hiss.

“That sounds fun,” said one of the twins. Mike couldn’t tell which-one had spoken.

“It’s going to be more fun in a moment,” he said. “No looking now!”

He placed a dish in each place and took his seat.

“In front of you is the special creation of Mike, the master chef: La coupe erotique. Tan-ta -ta.” Mike blew a mock fanfare. The twins opened their eyes. Jenny burst into giggles and Julia clapped her hands to her mouth. On their plates were two scoops of ice cream and mounted between them was an enormous erect banana, topped with a swirl of whipped cream. The base of the bananas, where they met the ice cream, had been dressed with grated chocolate. The whole creation was a perfect replica of a well-endowed man’s equipment.

“Oh my God! Is this all for me? However will I manage it? Where shall I put it all?” said Julia in mock horror.

“Like this, like this,” shouted Jenny, and raising herself from her chair she put her lips over the huge banana and went down on it, taking the whole length into her mouth. Mike stared in fascination. He had purposefully selected the largest bananas he could find, larger he was sure than any girl could manage, but Jenny had taken it all and was now working up and down on it, holding it by its base, her tongue swirling around the tip where the cream had been at the top of her stroke and then back down again until her lips met the ice cream and the whole fruit had disappeared once more into her mouth. His cock was throbbing and erect, bursting at his flies; ’she must be deep throating it,’ he thought and found himself wondering what would happen when the banana came. He shook his head to clear his thoughts.

She was moving faster now and she suddenly stood up and shouted with glee:

“Look. I’ve burst his balls and he’s come all over my hands!” Jenny held up her hands that were covered in ice cream from holding onto the base of the banana. She leaned over the table and offered them to her sister. “Here you are Julia, genuine banana juice!”

“Oh that tastes good,” said Julia, licking Jenny’s hands clean of ice cream and making a great play of sucking each of her sister’s fingers as she did so. “It’s almost as good as the real thing.” Julia replied, winking at Mike.

Mike was staring in fascination at Julia and Jenny as the last of the ice cream was licked from Jenny’s fingers. He put his hand to the front of his jeans to feel his surging manhood; he gasped with surprise at the size of the bulge that his cock was making in the front of his jeans. He couldn’t remember ever having such a huge erection. Jenny glanced at him and saw him fingering the front of his jeans.

“Hey, just a minute, that’s our job not yours” she cried, and leaning over the table she grabbed Mike’s belt and pulled him towards her. “Come on Julia, you’ll have to help me.” Jenny had started to undo Mike’s belt as Julia came round the table and put her arms around him, reaching for the buttons of his shirt:

“Don’t struggle Mike” she breathed into his ear, “We promise not to hurt you; in fact you’ll probably remember this evening for the rest of your life!” Mike could feel Julia’s hand inside his shirt now, her fingers playing across his chest, teasing at his nipples and he shivered involuntarily as her tongue explored the curls of his ear. He knew that Jenny was undoing the flies of his jeans, one button at a time, and he could feel the slight wetness of his pants where his pre cum had seeped with his excitement. He breathed in sharply as Jenny’s fingers touched the taught skin of his organ.

“Oh my, what have we here.” Jenny had both hands on Mike’s cock and she was staring hungrily at its’ engorged head and the bright jewel of fluid that sparkled at the tip. “My goodness me Julia, whatever shall we do with this.” Julia looked at Jenny and winked.

“It looks very swollen to me Jenny; I think we ought to take it to the bedroom and see if we can make it better, don’t you? Have you ever played ‘nurse and doctor’ Mike?” Julia’s eyes sparkled with excitement and she motioned towards the door with her head.

“I think that you’re right Julia. Come along big thing, come along with me!” and she led Mike towards the bedroom by his penis. “Come along!”

“Don’t worry, Mike,” said Julia, “We’ll be gentle with you.”

“I hope so,” Mike replied, “It’s the only one I’ve got and as far as I can tell it’s putting on a bravura performance tonight!” and he followed Jenny down the corridor to the bedroom with Julia close behind him. Jenny opened the door to the bedroom and led Mike to the bed.

“I think you had better lie down here while nurse and I get you ready. Nurse, we’d better take all his clothes off.” Jenny said to Julia.

“Yes Doctor” said Julia, and she started to pull Mike’s jeans down and eased his boxer shorts past his rampant cock. “Oh dear this is so swollen, let nurse kiss it better” and she bent forwards and kissed the very tip of Mike’s cock, letting her tongue taste the bead of juice that was still glistening there. “There, how’s that?” Julia stood up and continued to remove Mike’s jeans, smiling at him as she did. Mike groaned with pleasure.

“Nurse!” said Jenny sharply, “I want to talk to you privately; come outside with me for a moment please.”

Mike was nonplussed as Julia and Jenny went out of the bedroom and closed the door behind them. He didn’t know what was going on between them but he was sure that they were planning something naughty and exciting between them and that he was going to be the centre of their pleasure. He looked down at his rigid organ. “You and me are going to have some fun tonight, old son,” he said. “Don’t you go letting me down!” and he shivered with excited anticipation.

Jenny closed the bedroom door behind her and turned to Julia.

“Did you see the size of him, he’s enormous” she said to her sister.

“Yes I know. He’s got the biggest cock that I’ve ever seen” said Julia, “And he tastes absolutely wonderful” she said running her tongue over her lips.

“Yes, I noticed that you got in there very quickly” Jenny replied, smiling

“You’re not upset are you?” asked Julia, feigning wide-eyed surprise.

“No of course not. I’m sure there’s enough for both of us. But I thought it might be fun to play a little game with Mike, if you agree.” Jenny smiled again at her sister.

“Yes, let’s” said Julia. “What did you have in mind?”

Well, I think that we should undress out here so that he doesn’t know which one of us is which, that could be lots of fun pretending to be each other again like we used to do and then we should have some sort plan of which end we’re going to start so that we don’t get in each others way. What do you think?” said Jenny.

“That sounds great. Shall I start at the top and you at the bottom and then we could sort of meet in the middle?” Julia’s eyes sparkled at her sister.

“OK” said Jenny, “I’m on. Can’t you just imagine the feel of his rod inside you? I bet he can touch all of my insides at one go; he’s so huge! How about you, what do you fancy?”

Julia wet her lips with her tongue: “I want to let him taste my juices. I’m so wet down here and from what you told me earlier he must be a real expert with his tongue!”

“Yes he is.” Jenny smiled at the memory. “He had me on fire in seconds. So, are you ready?”

“Yes, let me help you.” Julia reached forwards and lifted her sister’s T-shirt over her head.

“Hang on” Jenny said and helped her sister in the same way. “Jeans off?”

“Jeans off!” and they both unbuttoned their jeans and kicked them off their long lithe legs. “You look good enough to eat.” Julia let her eyes roam over her sister’s naked body.

“Later, later!” joked Jenny, noting with pleasure her sister’s interest in her.

“Yes, I’m looking forwards to that” Julia said quietly, moving towards her sister.

“Oh, and the usual arrangement about sharing? You know, whoever makes him come first shares it with the other.” Jenny put her hand on Julia’s arm and held her breath, knowing the little ritual that was to come next.

“Yes, either like this, or like this.” Jenny mewed with delight as Julia, bending, let her tongue play first across the lips of her sisters’ moist slot and then, raising herself, kissed her sister fully on the mouth.

“Come on sis, let’s give him a night to remember.” Jenny took Julia’s hand and led her back into the bedroom.

Mike lay on his back on the bed wondering what the twins were plotting outside the bedroom door. He guessed that they were thinking up some naughty games, but had no idea as to what they might be. Perhaps they were all going to finish up doing it together. He had read about that and had often joked about it with his friends: ‘Menage a trois’ one of them had called it, and he had often wondered how it would be, who would do what to whom and whether he would have enough stamina to satisfy both of the girls, or perhaps they would end up satisfying each other.

He found that an intensely stimulating thought, but it had always remained firmly in the world of fantasy, something to think about when he was on his own, a little scenario in which any number of the most exciting things would happen to him and be done to him by the girls, like being their sex slave or watching them make love to each other as he filled one of them with his own handsome weapon.

These day dreams often ended with Mike masturbating slowly as the fantasy evolved, and then faster, with his hand matching the pace of the sexual fantasy that he was creating in his head until finally, culminating in a massive orgasm, he would watch with delight as his spurts of semen jetted onto his chest and belly, forming large warm pools of creamy release which he would later wipe off carefully before falling into a relaxing sleep into which his fantasies often continued. But he always felt a sense of anti-climax, as though something was missing.

He turned to look at his reflection in the mirrored doors of the wardrobe opposite the bed and saw himself, lean and muscled, laying on the satin sheets of Jenny’s bed, his huge erect member jutting out from his loins. Mike took his cock in his hand and slowly and deliberately moved the taught skin up and down, once, twice and a third and final time and then released his grip.

Perhaps tonight would be different.

Mike turned as he heard the door-latch being released and, pulling the silky satin sheet up to his chin, leaned against the bed-head. As the door slowly opened a sense of deja-vu gripped him, for revealed in the doorway was a sight that he had, until now, seen only in his wildest dreams: two of the loveliest girls he had ever seen or could imagine stood naked, their arms draped loosely about each others shoulders, smiling at him, their lips moist and slightly parted. He closed his eyes tightly and then opened them again, half expecting the vision to have disappeared; but no, they were still there. They were real and he was real and in a moment, unless he had badly misjudged the situation, he would be with them and amongst them and inside them!

Oh the skin and lips and nipples and Wow! Mike wanted to shout out, but before he could form his lips into a whoop of glee he stopped short, the breath rushing out of him. He realised that he couldn’t tell one from the other. Which was Jenny and which was Julia? He searched their faces for some hint or clue to their identity and then, when none was forthcoming, looked carefully at each girl’s magnificent body for some slight mark or shadow of familiarity that he might remember from his earlier encounter with Jenny, but again there was none. They were truly identical in every respect and feature; and what features!

He looked again, this time taking his time, allowing his gaze to wander and linger. Their faces he already knew, framed with thick blonde hair, with well formed even features, high cheek-bones and full, red luscious lips that hinted of passion and sensuality; and of course their twinkling, sparkling eyes that revealed their sense of humour and spirit of fun. Then lower, past their slender necks and smooth, gently sloping shoulders to their breasts, full and rounded, each surmounted with a delicately pink nipple surrounded by a dusky aureole; he noted with excitement that their nipples were pert and erect and that there seemed to be a slight taughtness in the skin surrounding them. He was sure that the two girls were just as aroused as he was. Mike let his gaze pass over their flat bellies to their smooth mounds. They were both completely shaved and their smoothness accentuated the swollen lushness of their labia that framed their valleys of delight. He could see the scintillating dew drops of love juice that lingered there and then the smooth sweep of flesh towards the lithe firmness of their long legs. He looked up and catching their eyes he smiled.

“Are you going to tell me which of you is which or do I have to guess it right?”

“Well, it’s a fifty-fifty chance I suppose” said the girl on the right: “What do you think?” She turned to her sister.

“I think that it would be unfair to expect an answer this soon, don’t you?” The girl on the left turned to Mike: “We’ll give you some clues and then you’ll have to work it out for yourself. OK?”

“Hmm. I can see this is going to be difficult but lots of fun. Will there be a prize if I get the right answer?” Mike smiled again.

“Oh lots and lots of prizes” said the first girl, “But this isn’t a race: there’s no prize at all for coming first!” She turned to her sister: “Ready?”

“Ready!”

They started towards Mike and he watched as they moved slowly towards him, one to the bottom of the bed and one to the top. The girl at the foot of the bed gathered a corner of the sheet in her hand and whisked it away in one movement, leaving him fully exposed before them. For a moment, Mike felt vulnerable and he glanced at her, trying to sense her next move, but he saw she was looking intently at his rigid organ, her lips slightly parted.

“Oh my oh my,” she said as she sat on the edge of the bed beside him, and he shivered involuntarily as she touched the inside of his thigh and ran her hand upwards towards his crotch, brushing his scrotum with the backs of her fingers.

“This is a big one.” Now she came closer and, cradling his balls with one hand, she let her fingernails play along the line behind his scrotum so that at their furthest reach they were just touching the outermost edges of his anus.

Her touch was electric and he clenched his buttocks and lifted his hips in response to the sensation. Mike had raised his head so that he could see the source of the wonderful feelings and he watched as she placed her other hand on his belly amongst the thick mat of pubic hair and pressed him firmly back onto the bed, moving still closer to him so that he could feel her breath warm on him, like a zephyr, gentle and tantalising. Her hand closed around his organ and she worked the skin up and down, allowing her fingers to apply a gentle yet firm pressure to the underside of it whilst squeezing him softly at the top of every stroke; she bent her head still closer to him until his view was obscured by her tumbling blond hair that swept across him and he waited, his breath tight in his throat, waited for that so often imagined first touch of her lips on the bursting head of his penis.

“There, there….” A voice by his ear soothed him as he sighed at the touch of lips and tongue on his organ; he felt a hand take his and squeeze it. “It will be all right; here, let me make you feel better.” The other sister was standing beside him at the top of the bed, watching him with a gentle look about her eyes. She bent to kiss him and, at the same time, still holding his hand moved it to her inner thigh so that he could feel the moisture on the lips of her vagina.

Her breasts hung from her like sprays of creamy blossom and he felt the warmth of her body come to him as first her nipples and then her full, warm breasts met his chest. Mike was filled with wonder as her mouth covered his with a warm wetness; he could feel her pressing his hand against her vagina and he moved his fingers until, finding her love slot, he slipped them easily into her, feeling the wetness of her juices. She kissed him hard, mimicking the action of his fingers with her tongue and, at the same time, moved herself against his hand.

She pulled away from his mouth and, moving his hand to her lips, licked some of her wetness from Mike’s fingers before placing them on his lips so that he too could taste her juices. Mike took her wrist and pulled her fingers into his mouth, sucking eagerly at her fingers and he was aware that he was matching the pace of the other sister’s mouth on his penis.

The sensations were exquisite and he could sense a swelling urgency in his loins as the two rhythms paced each other. He thrust his hips upwards, wanting to penetrate the sweet warmth of her throat, but she was ready and took his length easily, at the same time squeezing hard the base of his penis and pulling him from her so stifling his urge to come. He stared into the eyes of the sister on top of him in a silent plea but she was intent on her own pleasure.

“Now I want the real thing; I want to feel your tongue inside me. Eat me, suck me!” and saying these words she climbed over Mike, and kneeling astride his chest, held the lips of her vagina apart so that Mike could see the glistening pinkness of the lips and the swelling bud of her clitoris. He was still aware of the continuing grip on his penis and was thankful that he was able to relax a little and concentrate on what was before him.

He could sense the sweet muskiness of her cunt and was certain that it was the same scent that he could remember from his encounter earlier with Jenny, but the two sisters were so alike that he supposed they might even taste the same and anyway this one seemed so eager that she must be wanting to try out something that her sister had told her about earlier.

At the moment he didn’t care anyway. Mike reckoned that he had his hands full and it was only a matter of time before one of the girls decided he should come and he guessed there would be very little he could do about it; and was he going to come! Mike was ready to shoot the load of the century. He was only sorry that only one girl would get that first magnificent shot. He would discover shortly that he was wrong! He took one last lingering look at the intricate folds and crevices that were before him and then buried his face in her love slot, slurping at her juices and sucking at her clitoris. He moved his hands around to hold the rounded cheeks of her bottom and pulled her to him, now licking the length of her slot. She still had her fingers by her fanny and now she put the fingers of one hand into the top of her slot and started to rub herself quicker and quicker, all the time working herself against Mike’s tongue.

“Oh yes, yes! Do it, do it! Make me come. Taste me, suck me!”

“And me, me too!” A voice from further down the bed startled Mike, and he almost lost his rhythm as he felt a wonderful warmth envelop his throbbing cock. The other sister had mounted him and he could feel her pressing down on him so that his organ reached the very top of her vagina. He thrust into her and she gasped as she took his full length. He came up for air and saw to his excitement that the twins were leaning against each other, kissing each other and the one behind was caressing the breasts and belly of her sister, and moving her hand down she entwined her fingers with those of her sister and joined in the rhythmic massaging of her sisters love slot. There was only one motion now, all three were moving together, moving towards a common goal with an urgency that tied them together. Mike joined in:

“Don’t stop: ride me, now,now!”

“Yes, now,now!”

“Oh yes, nooooowwwwww…..!”

Their voices joined in a glorious unison and release as they climaxed together. Mike thrust his tongue deep into her dripping love slot as the twin nearest to him came in a series of shudders and then again, more gently this time, still moving slowly against him. Below, he felt he had exploded as he released his load, spurting again and again into the hot wetness of the sister who was grinding down on him, wanting to feel his load burst high inside her. She was working herself against the base of his penis, rubbing her clitoris on the roughness of the tangle of pubic hair that surrounded the root of his organ, and Mike felt the warm wetness of her juices on his belly as her orgasms shook her once, twice and then again.

The twins, still holding each other, slumped onto Mike and the three of them lay breathing heavily, recovering from their amorous exertions. Mike could feel the breath of the girl nearest to him playing on his cheek, and tuning his head he saw that she had her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted; he kissed her gently and she responded, gently biting his lower lip as she did so.

Mike pulled away and looked at her, trying still to guess her identity.

“Are you Jenny or Julia?” he asked, tasting his lips where she had just nibbled them.

“Can’t you tell?” she smiled. The two sisters always enjoyed these guessing games and had often experienced the excitement of swapping roles and partners, delighting in the physical differences and techniques that each new lover brought to their lovemaking and had never yet been found out. “Can’t you remember the taste of Jenny?”

“Yes I think I can but I would have to make a comparison to be sure” he smiled back.

“Hey, what about me, can’t I join in?” asked the other twin as she eased herself from Mikes’ now softening organ. “What’s this about tasting I can hear?”

“Mike says he would have to taste both of us to be certain which one is which. What do you think?” she replied, nibbling again at Mikes’ lips.

“I think I must taste of Mike at the moment as he has just filled me with the most enormous amount of cum, haven’t you Mike?” She moved up the bed, holding a hand protectively between her legs as if to keep safe the memory of Mikes’ orgasm, and bent to kiss him, first on the tip of his nose and then on the mouth. “You certainly know how to fill a girls’ desires…. and every other part of her!” She kissed him again.

“Hmm. Suppose that this isn’t really Mike here,” said the first twin, nibbling again on Mikes’ lower lip and then pretending to savour the taste like a fine wine; “Perhaps I ought to do some comparative tasting and see if my sister tastes the same and then we’ll know if it was you that filled her wildest dreams! What say you sister?”

“I think you’re right. We ought to be sure who’s who here!”

Mike listened and watched with wide eyed fascination at this exchange and then in excited disbelief as the girls arranged themselves besides him: the one he had come in lay back with her legs slightly parted and the other sister started to kiss her, first on her thighs and then, moving ever closer and higher, to the glistening length of her slot that was oozing with the love-juices of their earlier activities. She held her sister by the waist, pulling her towards her and he could hear the rhythmic lapping of her tongue as she savoured the exquisite cocktail of flavours that their earlier lovemaking had produced.

Julia lay back against Mike’s legs and let her fingers wander across her breasts towards her nipples. She was in a state of perfect happiness having just had the biggest cock she had ever seen, deeper inside her and making her come more often and with greater intensity, fill her with the most enormous load of creamy cum that she could remember; and now Jenny was making her come again as she licked and sucked on her labia and clitoris, tasting the salty richness of Mikes’ cum. Julia moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue so that she could speak:

“You said earlier that I looked good enough to eat; were you right?” Her voice was barely a whisper and as she said these words Julia was moving her hips round and round, arching her back as she did so and matching the movement to the pace of Jenny’s tongue.

Jenny paused just long enough to reply: “Oh yes sis, you’re always good enough to eat.” and with that she resumed her slurping of her sisters cum filled slot.

Mike could feel Julia tensing and starting to tremble as her orgasm gathered pace until finally it overcame her, rushing through her belly and body to the extremities of her limbs. Her legs were stretched to their fullest extension, rigid with her release as she came in waves, filling Jenny’s mouth with her juices.

Mike was aware of pain and he looked to see Julia’s fingernails dug into his hand in the passion of her orgasm. She shivered briefly as the last of her orgasm washed through her. She didn’t need to say much:

“Yes. Oh yes……yesss.” was all Julia could manage.

Jenny gave her sister’s love slot one last lingering suck and then came up, kissing her belly as she did so.

“I love you sis,” she kissed Julia briefly on the lips before continuing: ” but I think I have some work to do here though.” She leant across her sister, and taking Mike’s flaccid organ in her hand, bent her head to it and took it in her mouth swirling her tongue about the glans and sucking on his shaft.

Mike groaned with pleasure as his cock at first stirred lazily and then stiffened vigorously at the touch of Jenny’s mouth. He had to speak:

“Oh yes, oh yes, oh do it, don’t stop, you’re going to make me come again.”

“Not yet,” said Jenny “I want you to fuck me first.”

He looked up and watched as she took his glistening shaft from her mouth. She smiled at him as she did so, moving up the bed so she could place Mike’s now fully erect cock against the opening of her slot. Guiding it with her hand, she lowered herself slowly onto his shaft, an involuntary gasp escaping her lips as she settled onto the full length of him. She could feel herself stretched by the girth of his huge cock.

“Oh my, you are a big boy aren’t you.” She moved against him, settling herself.

Mike expected her to start moving on him but she seemed to be waiting for something. Julia was moving behind her sister. He couldn’t see what she was doing but whatever it was it was making Jenny move and squirm. Suddenly her eyes widened and then almost immediately closed, a smile spreading across her lips.

“Oh yes sis; that’s it, that’s it Ju.”

Jenny was starting to move sensuously on his cock but also against a huge double ended dildo that Julia was using, one end in her own love slot and the other in Jenny’s bum-hole.

As Jenny moved on his cock Mike could feel the pressure of the dildo against his organ every time that Julia thrust into her sister. Their rhythm and pace increased until they were moving as one, their actions reaching a crescendo as they orgasmed together. Mike thrust into Jenny as he shot his load into her, each thrust travelling through Jenny and along the length of the dildo into Julia and back again to Mike.

The three of them stayed locked together as the enormity of their orgasms swept over them.

After what seemed an eternity they disentangled and lay together, wet with each other’s juices, the room heady with the scent of their lovemaking.

Before long they were asleep but not before Julia had asked: “Hey Jenny, want to share Mike for breakfast?”

Mike smiled to himself. He could think of a couple of dishes that he’d like for breakfast.