Message-ID: <2248eli$9707231052@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Pellaz har-Aralis" X-Good-Total-Length: yes Subject: [REPOST] The Triplets by Frostflower (mf, fff, teen, inc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199707222253.PAA27619@f36.hotmail.com> ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------------------------------------ If you can't separate fact from fiction, please go away! The following text was not written by me, it is fiction, and I am only reposting it. Be aware that possesion of this text might be illegal if you are too young, too old or if there are seriously weird decency laws where you live. ------------------------------------------------------------ an84561@anon.penet.fi (Frostflower) The Triplets! ff/mf/fff/teen/incest Ahhh, what a fantasy. Twins! But is three really a crowd? This is the story of three blonde triplets exploring their sexuality together. There is some incest, so if you don't like that, don't read it. Frostflower VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV It was a large room as bedrooms go. The house was a four bedroom bungalow. The wall between two of those rooms had been knocked down to produce this one. It had an enormous walk-in closet and its own bathroom with both sunken tub and large glass enclosed shower stall. Still, it seemed crowded. In one corner was the bunk bed, a good sized one with a tall stepladder at the side. A third bed was attached to the bunk, projecting out from the head making it an L shaped piece of furniture. There were, in addition to the beds, five dressers and three desks spaced around the room, as well as a table and three chairs, a full sized TV and a small couch. A teenage girl lay back on the couch reading a book. Her blonde hair was loose and thick and long and spread out all around her as she sprawled back, legs spread, one hand behind her back and the other holding the book above her. She wore cotton, string bikini jockey shorts and a tank top. Because of the air- conditioning, her nipples pushed out against the thin top. Another blonde teenager sat at a desk, carefully typing on a computer. She had her long, thick hair tightly pulled back from her forehead and braided into a thick tail that hung down her back. She was wearing a small white nightshirt with a black and white picture of Albert Einstein. The front of her nightshirt also showed how stiff her nipples were. Yet another blonde was sitting on a window seat, her knees drawn up to her chest. She held a writing pad on her knees and was writing, a poem, as it happened. Her wide blue eyes were staring out at the trees beyond her windows, but she didn't seem to notice what went on, her mind occupied with some thought. She wore a long, thin, silk Japanese style kimono, which was too lose around her chest to show whether her nipples were, or were not stiff. Anyway, her hair hung down in front of her chest and would have blocked such sight. All three young women had bright blue eyes, tiny snub noses and delicate chins. They had thin oval faces and long, thick, golden blonde hair. All had long, shapely legs, flawless complexions, and hourglass figures. All of them, in fact, looked exactly alike, which wasn't astonishing at all, since they were sisters, and, in fact, triplets, born minutes apart. "Would somebody turn off the damned air-conditioning?" the blonde slouching on the couch demanded. "If you'd put some clothes on, Sandy, you wouldn't be so cold," the blonde sitting at the desk sniffed. "Up yours Brandy," Sandy replied. She gazed petulantly across the room at the other girl, then smiled. "Mandy?" Mandy?" She had to call twice to get her sister's attention. "Hmmmm?" "How about turning off the air-conditioner. I'm cold." "Sure," Mandy said, smiling, as she almost always did, putting aside her pad and getting up. She walked gracefully across the room to the other window and turned the air-condition off. "Thanks Mandy," "You're welcome." Oddly, though their voices were of identical tone, Mandy's was low and musical, while her sister's was rather brusque and sharp. Brandy's voice, on the other hand, was stern as she glared at both her sisters. "Really, Mandy, I don't know why you let her order you around like that." "I didn't order her," Sandy glared indignantly. "I don't mind," Mandy said, smiling again. "You could have got the damned thing yourself and not had her do it," Brandy glared back at Sandy. "She didn't mind," Sandy sniffed. "You just take advantage of her." "Like you don't." "I don't. You're the lazy one." "Stop being so bossy." "I'm the oldest." "Oh, Puuhhleeeasse. You're, like six minutes older than me and maybe, what was it, fourteen more than Mandy. And you've been using that for YEARS." "Please don't argue about me," Mandy said, sounding anxious. Both girls paused at the tone. Brandy sighed and turned back to her computer. Sandy grunted and turned back to her book. Mandy was a delicate girl who upset easily, especially by arguing or anger between her sisters. She was a poet, a cellist, and a painter, her head always in the clouds as she sought inspiration. Both her sisters tended to feel protective of her at times since she seemed to trust almost anyone completely, not imagining people would abuse her trust. Sandy, on the other hand, was suspicious and cynical. Her poetry, what there was of it, tended to be obscene. She liked her music hard, and as for painting... painting was for walls. Her interests were elsewhere, in sports. She was Captain of the school's field hockey, volleyball, swimming, and track and field teams, a natural athlete. As for Brandy, sitting punching at her computer keys, though she loved her sisters dearly, both of them got on her nerves as often as not. She deplored Sandy's crudeness, jocks being low on her list of people to meet, and thought Mandy far too soft and squeamish for the real world, a silly, weak female that disgraced the very notion of feminism. Brandy's world was math and science. She had no hobbies or real interests outside school. She spent most of her time studying, and was a straight A student with a ninety-nine percent average. That was ten points better than Mandy, and twenty better than Sandy. She saved her file and turned off the computer, getting up and stretching her back, then yawning loudly as she walked across to her bed. She pulled back the covers and got in, snapping off the light beside her bed as she pulled the covers over herself. "Are you going to bed, already?" Sandy demanded from the couch. "It's late and we have school tomorrow." "Yes, you're right," Mandy said, nodding her head thoughtfully. She put down her pad and got up, going to her own bed, which was the lower bunk. She undid the belt holding her kimono closed and pulled it open and off. Underneath she wore a pink silk chemise. It had thin spaghetti straps and hung down to just above her belly button. She also wore a matching string bikini bottom, and was almost totally unaware of what a delectable sight she presented to any male who might have been watching. Sandy grumbled to herself, then got up and padded across to the bunk. She bent and skimmed off her panties, then gripped her tank top cross armed and lifted it up and off with a single fluid motion, tossing both onto a nearby chair. Naked, she climbed up the ladder at the side of the bunk and half somersaulted onto the bunk above. She pulled the sheets around herself as Mandy turned off the last light and the room was plunged into darkness. If Brandy hoped for quick sleep, she was to be disappointed. For a soft sound soon began to float on the quiet night air. It was the sound of harsh breathing, little gasps and pants, then grunts, all of which grew louder as the seconds passed. She opened her eyes and scowled fiercely up at the top of the bunk. "Shit," she whispered to herself. On the bottom bunk, Mandy looked up at the movements of the mattress above her and the sounds of arousal and pleasure above her and smiled gently. "Ohhh Goooooood!" Sandy groaned, the sound showing her excitement and passion. "You're such a crude, low class little nympho, Sandy!" Brandy snapped. Sandy ignored her, then began to grunt loudly, alternating with desperate panting breaths. Brandy cursed under her breath and glowered darkly. If she hadn't been so excited Sandy would have laughed at the annoyance in her sister's voice. Goading Brandy was one of her chief pleasures in life. One of them. One of the others was bringing alive the delicious pleasure in her body that came from that tight, snug, wet little slit between her shapely legs. She lay on her back on the top bunk, sheets aside, legs splayed so her feet stuck out over the edge of the mattress. She writhed on the bed, her left hand massaging, squeezing and caressing her breasts, her right down between her thighs, two fingers pumping in her snatch as she ground her thumb down over her clitty. Sandy was far from being a shy girl, tending to be boastful, outgoing, loud and good natured. Around her sisters she was even less timid, hiding nothing of her thoughts or her body. "Uhnnnngghhhhh!" she gasped, forcing a third finger into her tight cunt tunnel as she rubbed furiously at her outraged clitty. She pinched her right nipple, then rolled the left between her thumb and forefinger. She pumped her fingers back and forth in her cunt, her pussy steaming with heat as she writhed and groaned and whimpered in pleasure. Mandy looked up and saw her sister's right foot sticking out over the side of the bed and smiled again. She listened, for anyone having fun, enjoying themselves, pleased her, especially when it was one of her sisters. Like Sandy she was not shy, being generous, helpful and friendly almost to a fault. Her sister's masturbation did not annoy her, though she fretted when Brandy cursed, knowing how her elder sister disliked such... unrefined behaviour. In fact, far from being offended, she found the sounds of her sister's pleasure rather sweet... as well as arousing, and stimulating. She lay on her back and looked up, wishing she could see Sandy, not for prurient reasons but simply because she would have enjoyed watching her sister's face in such pleasure. She knew Sandy wouldn't like it though so she stayed where she was. Her hand crept down between her legs though and slid into her panties. She cupped her soft pussy mound, then began to rub her hand up and down very lightly. She pressed harder with her middle finger, forcing it down between her pussy lips, sawing it up and down her fleshy pink cleft. She closed her eyes briefly as a wave of pleasure washed through her. Her finger continued to slide up and down her cunt slit, rubbing against her clitty as her body began to pulse and throb with sexual excitement. Her other hand slid up and down her torso, stroking herself through the thin, silky chemise. She could feel her hard nipples through the material, and slid her hand up beneath it to squeeze her bare breasts. She slid a finger round and round her nipple, then seized it and squeezed gently, twisting it slowly. A soft whimper escaped her tightly closed lips as her body flared with passion. She felt her skin tingling and her crotch burning. She stroked her breasts as she rolled her clitty, then began to rub franticly, her eyes and lips pressed tightly closed. Sandy rolled over onto her belly, her face mashing into the pillow as she pumped her fingers into her cunt. She had four fingers of one hand inside her snatch now, while her other hand rubbed furiously up and down over her clitty. Her legs were splayed like a frog's and rubbed and pushed at the sheets, as though she were trying to swim forward on the bed. She jerked and trembled, her cunt frothing with energy, bubbling with fuck-milk, sending sharp, flickering jolts of pleasure deep into her guts. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she grunted, her mouth drooling into the pillow as she wriggled and moaned and humped down against her fingers. Her crotch made the mattress bounce below her as her ass rose and fell in a pantomime of fucking, her cunt impaling itself again and again on her tightly clenched fingers. Her softly rounded buttocks rose high and glowed ivory white in the moonlight streaming through the window, and her hair flowed golden around her head and down her back as her head tossed and shook. Brandy did not miss the little whimper coming from Mandy's bunk. She shook her head and closed her eyes in resignation, not really blaming Mandy, who was as natural with her feelings as anyone could be, and could not be yelled at without painfully hurt feelings. She saved her disgust for her crude, vulgar jockette sister, who had little, if any dignity or decorum and didn't care who saw or heard her doing anything. She only wished the bitch would hurry up and finish so she could get some sleep. At least Mandy was jerking off quietly. She had to admit though, that the sounds of her sister groaning and moaning were titillating, even arousing. Despite her dignity and sometimes haughty attitude, she was as hot blooded as her sisters, with the same equipment, the same needs and desires. A gasp as though Sandy had just felt a sudden blow came from the upper bunk and Brandy swallowed self consciously. She found her own hand creeping between her legs, sliding the nightshirt upwards and moving beneath. She lay on her side, her two middle fingers carefully rubbing across her clitty, her eyes closed as she softly stroked her enlarged little bud. She curled up in her bed, pulling her head and shoulders inwards as she rubbed steadily at her clit. She carefully kept her motions as surreptitious as possible, not at all as free as her sisters with her body's weaknesses, as she saw them. She breathed quickly but quietly, her body warming as she felt her crotch pulse with heat. She curled her index finger, sliding it slowly, ever so slowly, into her virgin sheath, almost gasping aloud at the sharp aching between her legs as she split herself with the digit. She screwed it in to the first joint, then caught her breath and held it to prevent any noise from escaping as she forced it deeper, wriggling it in to the second joint. She felt her cunt squeeze down tightly around the intruding digit, felt the silky wetness of her pink cunt flesh. She pumped the finger soooo slowly, then, as she managed to work the front of her gash open, slowly eased her middle finger in alongside. She almost did make a noise then, for her cunt was almost too tight to get both fingers inside. She felt her taut, straining cunt flesh sting as she resolutely pushed the second finger in, prodded by her own arousal. She got the second finger in to the second joint as well. She brought her thumb down against her clitty, then pressed up with her index and middle fingers, squeezing her clit between them. She groaned, the sound very, very low, then turned and pressed her face into the pillow as she rolled her clitty between her thumb and the two fingers embedded in her cunt. Sandy's breasts were trapped between her heaving chest and the firm mattress beneath. Her jerking body crushed and rolled her ribs across the swollen, aching tit mounds, squashing and mashing them as her chest moved back and forward in time to her desperate humpings. She groaned again, loud and passionate, her body rolling slowly onto one side, then onto her back. Her legs bent, her knees pulling wide and almost touching the mattress on either side. She thrust her fingers into her drooling fuck opening with hard, slashing motions, then felt a sudden powerful flare of heat. She gurgled mindlessly, her back arching her head rolling beneath her shoulders, her ass leaving the bed as she was enveloped in orgasmic fire. Searing heat rippled up and down her spine as she mewled in passionate release. Mandy whimpered, her eyes wide as her body felt the ecstasy of her climax. Both her hands clutched her cunny, one over the other, both squeezing repeatedly as she writhed on the bed. Her legs were wide and the tendons and muscles in her thighs ached as her body stiffened and trembled violently. Brandy squeezed the hard little nub of her cunt between her fingers, mashing it between them, delighting in the firm heat of her cunt flesh as her fingers pressed it upwards against her clit. She felt her hips jerk and twitch, humping ever so slightly against her fingers. She heard Sandy's wail of pleasure and saw part of her thrashing from the corner of her eye. She ignored her, grinding her fingers down against her clitty as she panted and sighed in bliss. Her finger sank slowly into her slit, her index finger in almost all the way to the knuckle now. Her thumb rubbed furiously at her clit, the little button crackling and rippling with energy and heat, making her loins ache and tremble as it inundated her with wondrous sensations of sexual delight. Her teeth ground together as she fought to keep quiet, her body humming with an overload of passionate sexual desire. Her left hip was rubbing at the bed now, as her crotch humped desperately forward. She felt her cum approaching, and rubbed harder, her eyes tightly closed as she felt the blissful sensations of sexual climax flooding through her body. Her head pulled back on the pillow, her shoulders jerking back as well, her spine bending as she bowed backwards, still on her side. There was a slight delay after Sandy jerked the covers back, a delay before she noticed her sister standing triumphantly over her bed, watching her humping against her fingers, her body bowed back, her nightshirt up around her hips, her fingers digging into her crotch. Yet even as she noticed she did nothing, for nothing was more important than the pleasure roaring through her body. She ignored Sandy's snigger as she humped furiously against her fingers. Then she groaned and her movements eased. She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them. She snatched the sheet back from Sandy with a furious curse. "Un, un, un, naughty, naughty," Sandy grinned, wagging a finger down at her. "Mustn't play with your little pussy, Brandy." "You are so... so... CONTEMPTIBLE!" Brandy snarled, glaring furiously up at her naked sister. "Why are you so embarrassed that we know you play with yourself? Everybody does it. It's no big thing." "Everybody goes to the bathroom too but we still don't do it in front of other people!" "You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Brandy," Mandy said from her bunk, propped up on one elbow as she looked across at them. "Not around us. We're your sisters. Nothing you do will ever make us stop loving you." Sandy rolled her eyes and sniffed, drawing a look of reproach from Mandy. "That was mean, Sandy," she said, frowning. "She's the one that yelled at me for doing it." "You were mean to do that. You knew it would embarrass her." "Well, she deserved it," Sandy pouted, not used to being taken to task by their youngest sister. "You could have been quieter. You know she's embarrassed by things like that." "Godddd," Sandy sighed. She climbed up the ladder and flung herself into her bunk, grumbling quietly. Mandy settled back into her pillow and Brandy clutched her sheets tightly around herself, jerking her nightshirt down over her ass, her skin still blushing in the near darkness. Morning came with the shrill ringing of the alarm clock. Sandy cursed, Mandy yawned and Brandy reached over and turned it off, stretching languorously. She ran a hand through her silky blonde tresses and then flung back the sheets. She sat up, gazing out the window to see what kind of day it was. Sunny, it seemed. She got up and padded across the room to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She stripped off her nightshirt and got into the shower, turning on the water to hot. She showered quickly, then got out and pulled a fluffy towel off the shelf, rubbing herself dry. Mandy knocked, then came into the room, wearing her kimono. "Good morning," she offered, more pleasant than usual, as though to ease any lingering embarrassment her sister might have been feeling. "Morning, Mandy," Brandy smiled. It was impossible not to smile at such a musical greeting, and anyway, she couldn't remain embarrassed around either of her sisters for long. None had any secrets from the other really. They all knew each other too intimately. She dumped the towel into the laundry basket as Mandy stripped off her kimono and hung it up. The other girl stepped into the shower as Brandy drew on her nightshirt and left the bathroom. She passed Sandy, who ruffled her hair in greeting. She grunted a hello, still a little sore at her. Sandy went into the bathroom, already naked, and pulled open the glass door to the shower. "Hi, Sandy," her soap covered sister greeted her. "Hi, sis," she yawned, sliding the door closed again and taking a second bar of soap from the shelf. They moved around each other as they soaped up, jockeying for position in front of the nozzle. "Do my back," Sandy asked imperiously, as a mistress to a servant. Mandy didn't complain. She stood behind her with the soap and began to soap up her shoulders and the back of her neck, then worked her way down against her shoulder blades and down her back. Her hands moved un-self consciously down onto Mandy's buttocks, rubbing them chastely with soap. "You could do my back now and then," she grumbled. Sandy rolled her eyes ceilingward, just finishing soaping up her chest and crotch. She grinned as she turned around and pulled Mandy around in front of her. "Want me to show you how the girls cleaned people in a movie me and Mark saw?" Without waiting for a reply she pressed her soapy naked flesh against Mandy's back, her arms around her sister's waist as she rubbed herself up and down. Mandy giggled as Sandy's silky, soapy skin massaged her own, not thinking anything particularly sexual as her sister's round breasts mashed against her back and slid up and down against her. Sandy giggled as well, pushing her crotch hard into her sister's naked round ass flesh and grinding in slow circles. However, she, unlike the much more innocent Mandy, did feel the sensuousness of the massage, perhaps because her breasts were especially sensitive and the feeling of the soapy orbs squashing and rubbing into Mandy aroused her. Nor could she escape the resemblance to sex as she ground her loins into Mandy's behind. When she slid her hands up beneath Mandy's breasts and cupped them tightly, she was only half joking when she asked, with a laugh, "Want me to rub these up too?" "No, thank you," Mandy said demurely, pulling away to do that job herself. They finished their shower at about the same time, turning off the water and getting out of the shower stall. Mandy dried herself, then put her kimono on again before brushing out her hair and picking up the dryer. Sandy, more earthy, remained nude as she blew her hair into its usual, precisely arranged mop of layered hair. Brandy was already dressed when she came out of the bathroom. The eldest sister was wearing white dress pants, black loafers, a pink shirt and a white round collared sweater. Her hair was pulled tightly back from her forehead and bound behind her in a thick braid which hung down between her shoulder blades. "Going for the preppy look, huh? What a novelty for you." Sandy teased. Brandy frowned at her, then shook her head dismissively and turned to check her look in the mirror again. She placed her large, rounded eye glasses on her nose as Sandy pulled on a pair of string bikini jockey underwear and added a matching halter top. "You don't really need those glasses, you know." "I need them so my vision won't deteriorate," Brandy sniffed. "Liar. You only need them for reading, and only then after you've been reading for hours. You only wear them so you'll look like an egghead. Not that people would think otherwise with your hair so tight." "I think I can decide when I need them, thank you," Brandy said in a superior tone. "And what will you be wearing today? Let me guess, tight jeans and a tank top... again?" Sandy pulled on the bright blue tank top she was holding, then lifted a pair of faded, tight legged jeans. She had to exhale completely to snap them closed and zip them up. "If you got it, flaunt it," she said, doing a slow pirouette, pushing her ass out at her sister and sliding her hands across it as she turned. "Honestly, Sandy. Don't you have any pride?" "Lots. That's why I dress like this. Besides, it's comfortable." "Those jeans are too tight to be comfortable. They must squeeze your crotch like crazy." "Who says that's a bad thing?" Sandy leered. Brandy glared at her as Mandy came out of the bathroom. "Anyway, they don't squeeze me half as much as your tight hair. Why don't you wear it more like her if you have to tie it down?" Mandy looked from one to the other, perplexed at becoming the center of attention in a conversation she wasn't involved in. Her hair, like Brandy's was bound behind her in a braid, Unlike her sister, she had considerably softened the look, leaving the front alone, with thick bangs across her forehead, and pulling the sides back more loosely. "Because I don't want the bangs getting in my eyes all the time," Brandy snorted, reaching out and pushing aside some of the bangs above Mandy's eyes. "I don't mind them," Mandy said. "That's because you're not always bent over a stupid book," Sandy grunted, turning to find a pair of tennis shoes. "You could stand to spend more time on books and less on sports," Brandy retorted. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Mandy, hurry up and get dressed or we'll be late." "Sorry," Mandy squeaked, hurrying to the closet. The Triplets!-02 ff/mf/fff/teen/incest They arrived at school forty-eight minutes later, but only after the two older sisters had physically dressed Mandy, including underwear. Mandy hadn't been able to decide between the yellow dress, the one with green flowers, or the white one with the belt. She hadn't been sure whether to wear the high heels, the boots, or the sandals. And she couldn't settle whether to wear the matching blue string bikini panties and half bra, the red and white striped set, or the lacy teddy. Sandy had shoved her back onto her bed, grabbed the blue panties and pulled them over her feet at last. Then she'd pulled her up as Brandy had pulled the half bra over her protesting sister's breasts and done it up in back. She had then fetched the boots as Sandy pulled the white dress over her head and tied the belt. Mandy immediately decided that the look was just what she wanted anyway and the other two had dragged her down to a quick breakfast and then out the door to their little red rabbit convertible. "Three-thirty, you guys," Brandy said as they split up. She was driving that day. "I'll get a ride later. I have practice," Sandy called back. She started running down the hall, then rounded the corner and hurtled through the open doorway to the athletic wing. She had math, first class, but was skipping it. She already knew how to add and subtract anyway. She turned down towards the exit beside the gym, then went outside and around to one side of the gym. Mark was waiting there, propped against the wall, his long blonde hair waving delicately in the breeze. "There you are," he said. "I was wondering if you'd decided to go to class or something." "No, I just found another guy is all," she grinned, spreading her arms as they kissed. They pulled apart, smiling, then he took her hand as he led her further along the alley behind the gym, and into a recessed doorway used only for emergencies. He pulled her around and pressed her into the corner, kissing her forehead, then her cheek, then her lips again. The kiss was long and became more passionate with time. His hands slid lower on her back, cupping her jeans clad buttocks and squeezing, kneading the firm round flesh as she sighed in pleasure. Her own hands imitated his, squeezing his ass through his jeans. A late arriving student hurried down the alley, slowing perceptibly as he saw them. His eyes stared until he was out of sight. "Fucking' frosh," Mark gasped, as his lips pulled back from her. "And so jealous of you I'm sure," she grinned. "Hmmmm. What took you so long getting here?" She sniffed and shook her head. "Mandy couldn't decide what to wear. She couldn't even decide what underwear to put on. We had to dress her and drag her out the door." "You actually dressed her, put her underwear on?" "Getting excited?" she teased. "It's a nice picture." "Oh yeah? How about the two of us in the shower together this morning?" "You, uh, shower together?" he gulped. "When we're in a hurry. It's not like we've got anything to hide from each other." "No, I suppose not." "Yes, we're exactly alike." "Uh, huh." "So stop lusting after my sisters." "Perish the thought." He pretended offense, then folded his arms tighter around her and kissed her wetly. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, sliding it over her own,then up along the sides and roof of her mouth. Her own tongue slid against it and then pushed into his mouth. On of her hands slid up behind his head, sliding through his hair. His right hand left her ass, sliding up between their bodies to cup, then squeeze her left breast. His fingers dug into the soft, fleshy mound as she groaned in pleasure and squeezed his ass harder. Encouraged, he pulled his hand back, pulled her top out of her pants and slid his hand up inside it. "M... mark," she panted, pulling her lips back and trying to pull her shirt down. "Nobody can see," he groaned, his hand folding around her breast and squeezing it. She saw that he was right and relaxed a little, though she kept an anxious eye on the alley behind him. He fondled her breast through the thin cotton halter for only seconds, then slid up under the elastic to feel her bare skin. He squashed her breast upwards, mashing and rolling it in his fingers, then found her nipple and squeezed it between thumb and forefinger. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," she sighed, her head going back in pleasure as her breast heated up. He pulled her shirt front completely out of her pants, both hands sliding up under it, both going into her halter to squeeze her breast meat. He gripped the elastic and pulled it up, tugging the halter above her breasts so his hands had freer access to them. His fingers dug into the soft meat, repeatedly squeezing down, finger tips rolling and twisting her nipples as she groaned and rolled her head slowly from side to side. He leaned back and glanced down the alley in either direction, then pulled her tank top up over her breasts, dropped his head and began sucking on her left breast. "Ohhh Gooddd, Maaaaarkkkk!" she groaned, panting heavily. "Some... someone will seeeeeee." "Nobody's here," he panted back, sucking fiercely at her left nipple as his tongue rolled it around in his mouth. She groaned again her hands going up behind her and sliding through her hair. His left hand cupped her ass right in the crack, as he pushed her back into the corner and sucked her hard little pink nipple. His right hand slid up between her parted thighs and squeezed her pussy mound through her jeans. "Uhmmmmmmmmm," she mewled, her eyes narrow slits as she floated on a sea of pleasurable sensations. Her hand reached down and gripped his own crotch, feeling his bulging erection as it pushed against the denim. She ran her hand up and down the outline of his cock as he grunted and gasped for breath. His mouth returned to hers and they kissed deeply and passionately, their tongues slithering together, first in her mouth, then his. He popped the catch of her jeans and jammed his hand down into them, forcing her zipper downward as he got his fingers into her panties and felt pussy hair. "N... nooooo," she whined, "some... someone will coooooome"! "Yeah, meee," he gasped, his breathing harsh and ragged. His hand pushed deeper and he felt the heat down between her legs, his hand rubbing at her cunt mound as she struggled briefly, and half- heartedly against him. His big hand managed to get a firm grip on her cunt pad, but only by forcing her tight pants down several inches. He undid his own pants, which were not nearly so tight, then took her small hand and pulled it into them. She slid her hand down into his pants and felt his own body's heat, felt the bulging cock tool with her fingers, closed them around it as she pulled it straight up and began to squeeze. He moaned, burying his face against her neck, chewing and sucking hard against the nape of her neck as he squeezed her breast and fingered her pussy. He rubbed his fingers up and down her slit, then forced a single digit up inside her moist, hot little tunnel. He pumped slowly, fingering her clitty as she grunted and humped against him. He humped back, his cock hot in her hand. He had a sudden, dazzling thought, a brave, daring idea. He suddenly pulled back from Sandy, and the gasping girl fell back against the corner of the doorway, her breasts swollen and wet, her jeans around her thighs. She stared glassily at him, dazed. He suddenly turned her around, his hand tugging her jeans down further, revealing her soft rounded buttocks. "Maaaaaaaaaaark!" she groaned, trying to grab them and pull them back up. He thrust his hand between her thighs and squeezed her cunt mound hard. She gave a breathy gasp, her head snapping back and her body giving a violent lurch. He cupped her cunt from behind, giving it several hard, rapid squeezes as she fairly danced on his hand, moaning and whimpering and shaking her head, her long blonde hair flying from side to side. He wheeled the dazed blonde away from the wall and pushed her down onto her knees, bending her forward as he quickly dropped behind her. He took out his stiff tool and pressed the knob against her cunt slit, feeling the heat and wetness now as he rubbed it up and down the crack. "Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, her head hanging low, her hair covering her face as he slowly pushed the head of his prick into her silky sheath. He sank in several inches, then his hands gripped her hips and he suddenly thrust hard, burying the long length of his fuck-pole inside her belly. Sandy's head shot back and her back arched. She opened her eyes wide and gave a long quavering gasp of pleasure and then began humping back at him as he began to fuck into her. "Ohhhh baby!" he grunted, his hips slapping against her round ass cheeks as he stroked. His fat cock ground against her soft cunt lips as he thrust into her. Her jeans kept her legs fairly close together, but that only made her tighter, and increased the pressure on his cock. "Ungh!" she grunted, each time his cock thrust into her. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Her jaw was slack and her eyes closed as she revelled in the hard, fast pumping. Her cunt box was boiling with lust and squeezed tightly down on his cock, forcing it to rasp heavily against her clitty. Sandy shook and jerked each time his cock rammed into her. Her body was rubbery and fluid, her frame jerking forward and her head snapping back each time his hard cock lanced up between her soft, pulpy cunt lips and each time his hips smashed into her soft little ass cheeks. His hands slid upwards along her sides, then under to catch and cup her wobbling, jiggling tit mounds. He sank his fingers into the thick, meaty flesh, feeling it ooze down between them as he pressed upwards and mashed her tits against her ribcage. His hips beat a tattoo on her buttocks as he speared her again and again, his cockhead plunging the full length of her silky fuck- tunnel with each stroke. "Oh! Oh! Oh!... Oh God! Oh God! OOOHHH GOOOOOOODDD!!!" Sandy mewled. Suddenly her back arched upward and her head snapped back, almost hitting him in the face. Her hands left the ground as she trembled in ecstacy. She held that pose for long seconds, her body shaking violently, her skin tightly stretched across her straining tit orbs, then she gave an undulated moan and sank back to her hands on the concrete. Mark gasped as her pussy spasmed around his cock. He didn't halt his pumping even as she almost tore his cock off, nor when her orgasm passed and she sank back down. His hips pounded even more frantically as he rutted into her snatch. He held her hips in a steel like grip as he hammered his cock down into her gushing cunt-mouth. then he came as well, gasping and moaning as he spewed out a white hot load of silvery white seed. He felt his cock spit out wad after wad and felt her cunt sucking it down into her belly as she moaned weakly. Then he slowed and finally stopped his pumping, leaning over her body, his hands down on the concrete beside her own, his cock softening within the heat of her sheath. "Ooohhh Woooooow!" he moaned. "I can't believe you fucked him right in the alley, just like a damned alley cat!" Brandy gasped that evening. Sandy was all grinning triumph at the daring of the exploit. She had been terrified someone would come by but now that it was over she could brag about it, at least to her sisters. The three were lounging around their room again before bedtime, low music playing on the stereo. Mandy was sitting on the window seat again, wearing the same kimono. Brandy was wearing a different nightshirt, but sitting at the same desk. And Sandy was sprawled out on the couch again, this time wearing a robe that was held together very loosely in front by a belt. The sides of the robe had fallen apart because she had her legs apart, with one of them bent at the knee. Her pussy hair peaked out between the sides and her breasts could be seen through the gaping top. "You ought to try it sometimes." she grinned cheekily. "And become the talk of the school? No thank you!" "I didn't mean screw in an alley. I meant screw... someone, anywhere." "When I want to I will." Sandy made a rude noise. "Chicken," she said. "I am not chicken. I just don't know anybody I want to do it with." "You ain't going to find him in the library." "On the contrary, there is every likelihood I will find him in the library. The guy I make love with will be an educated, sensitive man." "Boring geek, you mean." "Boring to you, maybe. I'm sure I will have no problem appreciating him." "That's because you're boring too." "I am not! I just care more about the intellect of the man I have sex with." "By the time you loosen your pants and make the beast with two backs it'll have to be a MAN, otherwise you'll get arrested for child molesting." "I am not in any hurry. I intend to find someone who will make love to me... not FUCK me." "Same thing." "It is not the same thing. You'll never catch me, nor Mandy, I bet, down on our knees in an alley getting screwed like a she bitch in heat." "First I was a cat, now I'm a dog? Which is it?" Brandy sighed and shook her head. "She's just worried you'll get hurt," Mandy said from the window seat. "Why should she?" Mandy shrugged and smile. "She worries about both of us all the time." Brandy snorted and glared at her computer screen. "What about you, Mandy? Do you think I was acting like a slut?" "I didn't call you a slut!" Brandy protested. "You could have got caught," Mandy said slowly, "even by a teacher, and then you would have gotten into trouble. It waaaas dangerous." She twirled her hair in her fingers as she thought about it. "You only go around once. You have to get your fun while you're here." "I don't think you go around once. If you think about... " "No, no, no!" Sandy protested, putting her hands over her ears. "No more about reincarnation." "That'll teach you to misquote beer commercials," Brandy grinned. "Well, if you don't want to hear... " Mandy humphed. Her sisters laughed. "We've heard." Brandy said. "And heard," Sandy added. "And heard," they both said at the same time. Mandy folded her arms across her chest and looked crossly at them. "Statistics say that fifty percent of girls fifteen and over are sexually active," Sandy said. "That means we're way behind the average. You two aren't pulling your weight." "I agree with Brandy," Mandy said, "I want to make love, maybe before a roaring fireplace... " "Or on a beach with the surf roaring in," Brandy interjected. "Or in a field of golden ripening wheat," Mandy nodded. Sandy looked from one to the other in disgust. "I've got news for you girls. Most likely your first time is gonna be in the back seat of a Chevy, just like mine." "No way," Brandy sniffed. "I don't think so," Mandy agreed, giving her head a little shake. "You don't plan it!" Sandy tusked in exasperation. "It just happens. You're on a date. You're feeling each other up, getting hot... his hands are in your pants or under your skirt, he's licking your face, kissing you, sucking your nipples... you're so hot you can hardly breath... your body is throbbing... you can hardly think straight... and then when you feel his thing against you... pressing against your pussy... you know intellectually," She glanced at Brandy, "that you should stop him, but you should have stopped him when he was opening your shirt, or tugging down your pants... but you were hot... and now you're... you're sooooo excited... your skin is crackling with energy... your hair is slicked back with sweat... "... and then he pushes it in... and you just feel sooooooooooooo goooood... like you were starving and just got fed... like you were burning up with dehydration and just got a drink... like a terrible itch just got scratched... " The other two were staring at her raptly and she shrugged and shook her head a little. "You'll see," she sighed. Brandy turned away, swallowing hard. Mandy squeezed her thighs together and stared dreamily out the window. "You two can't stay virgins forever," Sandy remarked. She rose and stripped off her robe, then dropped to her knees as she grinned playfully at Brandy. She crawled across the floor, like a cat, her eyes slits as she stared up at the frowning girl. "Can't you imagine it," she breathed, "On your hands and knees, legs spread... " She spread her legs, raising her ass high and dropping her chest low. "... a hunky guy behind you with a big hard-on, his hands on your hips holding you in place... and then... and then... " She bucked forward as if she'd suddenly been kicked in the behind. "... he rams it into you, and you moan in ecstasy. You feel his cock pushing way up high in your belly... " She sat back on her heels, knees wide, her hands massaging her belly as she looked down briefly, then she looked up at a staring Brandy and smiled evilly. She crawled forward, her hands gripping the side of Brandy's chair, then shifting onto her ankle. She slid her hand up Brandy's ankle and over her knee as she rose until she was straight backed, staring into Brandy's eyes. Her hand massaged Brandy's lower thigh, then slid inside her short nightshirt and up until her fingertips touched Mandy's pussy mound. Brandy grabbed her wrist and shoved her hand back. Sandy laughed and stood up, smiling teasingly. "Your nipples are hard," she taunted, sliding her fingers across Brandy's nightshirt where her nipples pressed into it. Brandy crossed her arms and glared at her. "So are mine," Mandy grumbled. "You made me all hot, Sandy." "So jerk off like you did last night." "It was you that made me hot then too." "I'm just too sexy for you two virgins, I guess," Sandy sighed dramatically and moved over by the mirror, giving her head a little toss. "You're just sluttier," Brandy sniffed. "I'm sexy and sensuous," Sandy humphed, giving her head another little toss, then turning to stand in silhouette, pushing her chest out as she looked slit eyed at the mirror. "You're no more sexy than us," Brandy said dismissively. "Yeah, we're just as pretty," Mandy protested. "You don't have the allure, the, the... aura." Sandy said, shaking her head firmly. Mandy knew about auras, but had never seen one. She frowned and stood up, coming over to stand next to Sandy. She shrugged off her kimono and stood beside her to examine their image in the mirror. "We look the same," she said. "No, I have a certain... magnetism." "We look exactly the same." She untied her pony tail and gave her head a hard shaking, running her hands through her golden tresses. Then she combed them out of her eyes and looked at the mirror again. "See? We're just the same." "Not where it counts," Sandy grinned. Her hand slid down and she traced her finger along Mandy's soft little cunt cleft. Mandy thought about that seriously, cocking her head to one side. "I suppose... " she said. "... we are different in that much, but that's just a little thing." "It's enough." "Oh, bullshit!" Brandy snapped from across the room. She got up and lifted her nightshirt, tossing it off as she came over to stand beside her sisters in front of the mirror. She took off her glasses and put them on the dresser, then undid her own hair and shook it out as Mandy had. The three naked teenagers stared into the mirror. It had been a few years since they'd seen themselves all together in a mirror like this, especially naked. They turned as one, first to the side, posing in silhouette, then turned and looked behind them to see their backsides. "Exactly the same," Mandy said, smiling happily. "Not down here," Sandy slid her hand dow between her legs. "Nobody is going to know that. You can't see it." "But we know, don't we?" "I don't like being different," Mandy pouted, "even a little bit." "It's nothing, Mandy," Brandy grumbled. They turned towards the mirror again. Sandy slid her left around Mandy's waist and her right around Brandy's. "Pretty hot looking, aren't we?" "I think we look pretty," Mandy said. Brandy rolled her eyes. Sandy turned to her younger sister with a teasing glint in her eye. "Come on, Mandy," she cooed, sliding in behind her and putting both her hands around her waist. Her left hand slid up and squeezed Mandy's right breast while her right slid down her belly and cupped her pussy. "Come on, Mandy, wouldn't you like to get rid of that little bit of skin and make us the same again? "Just think of how nice it will feel with a boy humping into you," she breathed, her voice hypnotic. She pressed her loins into Mandy's buttocks and ground them in slow circles. "It's only a bit of skin and it doesn't matter at all," Brandy scowled, licking her lips as she watched the two. Sandy ignored her. "Your nipples are all stiff and hard," she breathed into Mandy's ear. She slid her finger up and down Sandy's pussy cleft and then brought her hand up in front of her sister's face. "You're all wet inside, and all hot. Can't you just imagine it? Wouldn't you love to have a boy here right now? A nice, handsome, naked boy with a long, thick erection?" She trailed her fingers down the center of Mandy's chest, down her stomach and down between her legs, cupping her pubic mound and giving it a little squeeze. "Leave her alone, Sandy!" Brandy glared, grabbing her arm and pulling her away. She hugged Mandy herself, scowling at Sandy, who stood back and smirked. "She'll have sex when she wants to. It's mean of you to pretend it makes us different or that she's not as pretty because she's a virgin." "Hey. Have it your way, girls. But when you're jerking off tonight, trying to imagine what it's like, just remember... I don't have to imagine it." She turned and sauntered back across the room, climbing up the ladder and dropping heavily onto her back on her bed, ankles across the sides. Brandy led Mandy to her bunk, stopping to glare at Sandy, who was already fingering herself, before stomping off to the bathroom. She slammed the door and turned on the water. "You aren't fooling anyone," Sandy called. "I know what you're doing in there." She laughed and slid her hands up and down her body, fingering her nipples and clitty. She sighed in pleasure as she felt her body beginning to heat up. She heard a little whimper and smiled. She stopped and leaned over the side of her bunk, looking down at Mandy below. Mandy was in exactly the same position as she herself was, only she had a sheet over herself. Sandy could see her hands moving up and down her body beneath it though. Sandy glanced at the bathroom door, then back down at Mandy. "Hey, Mandy," she hissed. Mandy stopped and looked up at her. "All hot, aren't you." Mandy gulped and nodded. "Wanna see something I saw in a movie?" "Like this morning?" Sandy nodded and jumped down, sitting on the bunk beside Mandy. She pulled the sheet off her sister and slid into bed with her. The Triplets!-03 ff/mf/fff/teen/incest Mandy gazed up with wide blue eyes and swallowed anxiously. "Wha... what are you going to do?" she whispered. Sandy grinned back, her tongue sliding over her lips as she gazed down at Mandy's soft flesh. "I saw two women doing this in the movie Mark and me saw on cable last week," she breathed. She slid down on the bed and pushed one of her legs through Mandy's, hunching upwards until their crotches were inches away from each other. Mandy looked down eagerly, her gaze fixed as Sandy pushed her pussy against hers. She gulped in surprise as she felt Sandy's pussy press into hers, but kept staring. Sandy pushed harder, then began to grind her pussy against her sister. "Rub back," she whispered. Mandy began to grind her pussy back against Sandy's, staring in wonder as they mashed and rubbed their pussies. She could feel the heat and moisture of Sandy's cunt as it rode across her own and swallowed in excitement as she felt her pussy flare with pleasure. "Ohhhhhhhhh!" Sandy groaned. "Shhhhh," Mandy gasped, rubbing harder. "She won't come out if she hears me moaning," Sandy panted. "Give me your hands, Mandy," she gasped. Mandy reached down and the two held hands. Sandy pulled hard, using the leverage to mash her pussy even harder against Mandy's. Mandy gasped and trembled, twisting and rubbing, humping faster and faster and whining low in her throat. "Oh! Oh Sandyyyyy!" she moaned. "Shhhhh," Sandy gasped. She felt her leg pressing against Mandy's breasts. She clutched her sister with both legs, then pulled the one in front back and began to mash her toes and foot down against Mandy's breasts. She dug her toes into the soft, malleable flesh near Mandy's hard little nipple, feeling it with her toes as she ground them down. Mandy whimpered and shook, her ass humping from side to side and back and forth, her pussy burning with lust as she ground it into Sandy's. Her eyes were wide, her jaw slack as she continued to stare at the melding of their bodies. She was breathing in short, sharp little pants, like an out of breath cat, Her hands gripped Sandy's desperately as she felt her body getting hotter and hotter. Her flesh seemed to sizzle and her insides twisted and turned as warm pleasure flooded her. Their cunts slapped and mashed and rubbed together, separated only by a thin layer of damp, matted, golden cunt hair. Mandy's head slowly fell back until it was hanging upside down, jerking up and down in time to their frantic humping and grinding. She moaned and whimpered, her body weak and trembling. Then she stiffened and clenched her teeth, her body jerking hard several times as an orgasm roared through her head. "UUUUUUUUUUUuuUuUuUuuUUuuUuuUuunnGGGHHHH!!" she groaned, the sound long and loud and quavering. Sandy ground herself down harder, panting and groaning, feeling her sister's hot cunt bursting against hers. She knew Brandy had heard Mandy's cry of release, and would have assumed it was hers. Now that she thought she had finished she could be out any second, presuming she had finished her own jerk off session. She began slapping her pussy against Mandy's, pulling back a little, then jerking hard on Mandy's hands to jam their cunts back together. Mandy lolled like a dead body, her eyes closed her mouth gaping, unmoving except for Sandy's influence on her languorous body. Then Sandy came too, gritting her teeth tightly, gnashing them together as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy ripped through her. She mewled in delight, her body twisting and grinding against Mandy's as her cunt exploded with heat and pleasure. Then she gave a moan and let go of Mandy's hands. both girls dropped back onto the bed, their legs still intertwined, their chests heaving. The water turned off in the bathroom and Sandy jerked upright, climbing out of Mandy's bunk and clawing her way back up into her own before the door opened. If Brandy was surprised not to be greeted by a sarcastic insult when she came back she didn't let on. She got into bed and turned off the lights. If Sandy felt slightly guilty the next morning, not so Mandy, who was too much of a free spirit to feel anything but trust and love for her sister, and happiness at the new way Sandy had found for them to have fun together. She stayed in bed longer than usual, waiting for Brandy to finish in the bathroom, then for Sandy to drag herself in there. "Mandy," Brandy sighed, prodding her shoulder, "Hurry up and take your shower or you'll make us even later than yesterday." "Okay," she said, pretending tiredness. She got out of bed, naked as she was last night, and padded to the bathroom, giving the door a push behind her so it closed, though not tightly. She slid the glass shower door aside and stepped in. Sandy was only just starting to soap herself up. She grinned tiredly when Mandy came in. "Sandy?" "Hmm?' "Can we do that again? Like last night?" "Yeah, sometime." "I mean now. It won't take long." "Brandy's just outside." "She won't hear with the water. Please?" Sandy looked around dubiously, then pushed a soap bar at her sister. "Soap yourself up," she hissed, soaping herself rapidly. Mandy wasn't sure if that was a yes or no but obeyed as Sandy reached up and redirected the stream of water towards the door. "Come over here and stand in the corner," Sandy whispered, her hands on Mandy's shoulders as she placed her against the corner. "Raise your leg, no, the other one. Put your foot on the ledge there. That's it. Spread your legs a bit more and push your crotch out." She slid her leg between Mandy's, bringing it up and putting it on the ledge on the other wall, then they ground their soap covered pussy mounds together. Mandy went glassy eyed and moaned and whimpered, rubbing hard as Sandy mashed her cunt down. They held each other tightly around the waist for balance, and, as she got hot and aroused, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to Sandy to lean forward and kiss Mandy on the lips. Mandy's mouth was open, but she didn't respond at first when Sandy pushed her own over it and slid her tongue forward. Then her eyes blinked wider and she stared at Sandy as the kiss went on, her lips sliding from side to side, her tongue dipping and darting forward. She responded hesitantly, her own tongue making tentative probes against Sandy's. Within seconds she was kissing fully, passionately, her moans muffled by her sister's lips as their soft, soaped up crotches slid together. Sandy's left hand clutched her sister behind the head, pulling her harshly forward. Her right hand slid onto Mandy's left breast, squeezing and stroking the soft, soaped up mammary, sliding over the hard little nipple, then tweaking it, pinching it, twisting it as Mandy whimpered and groaned in pleasure. Then she came, grunting in bliss as she jammed her crotch into Mandy's, slapping her cunt meat against Mandy's pussy and inner thigh, stabbing her tongue deep into Mandy's mouth as she squeezed the other girl's breast savagely. Then Mandy gasped and arched her back, pushing her cunt harder against Sandy, rubbing violently as her head fell back and her legs went rubbery. Sandy had to clutch her hard to keep the whining whimpering, moaning girl from falling down onto the hard tiles as their cunts twisted and jerked together. "Will you two come on?" Brandy snapped, opening the bathroom door and sticking her head in. They staggered apart and all she saw were two outlines through the door. "Just rinsing off," Sandy called. Brandy slammed the door and the two looked at each other and smiled. They did rinse off the soap, then got out of the shower quickly to dry off. "We should tell Brandy and do it with her," Mandy whispered. "Are you nuts? She'd go ape on us." "But I hate keeping stuff from her. It seems mean." "Trust me, Mandy, she won't want to do it with us and she'll be upset." "I suppose you're right," Mandy sighed. "Hold still a second," Sandy ordered, brushing her sister's hair over to one side." "What are you doing?" "Just hold still." She used the blow dryer on Mandy, brushing her hair out straight, then pulling some back over her forehead for bangs. "There," she said. "That looks nice." "That's not the way I usually do my hair," Mandy said dubiously. "You can change it at school if you want. Now come on." She took her by the hand and opened the door, pulling her out into the bedroom. "What took you two so long?" Brandy demanded. "Ta daahhh. What do you think?" Sandy asked, pulling Mandy around in front of her. "Very nice," Brandy grumbled," Now hurry up and get dressed." None of the girls wore makeup, Brandy because she thought it beneath her dignity as a modern woman, Sandy because she couldn't be bothered, and Mandy because she usually forgot. So they were soon trotting downstairs. Mandy got a lot of compliments on her new hairdo at school, including some from Sean Abbot, who's painting she admired and who's looks she appreciated almost as much. She was flattered when he asked for a favor. "Pose for you? Me?" "You just look so... so classically beautiful," he said, glancing at her admiringly. She blushed, pleased. "How about during lunch hour?" he asked. "Well... okay." She was very excited at lunch. She'd never been in a painting before, and Sean was a much better painter than she, though he tended to do abstracts instead of the real lifes she was good at. Because he was Mister Spencer's best student, with so much creative ability, he was allowed to use the studio during lunch. That impressed her too. She was feeling very enthusiastic as he led her into the room. "Thanks for coming," he said. "Oh, I'm glad to. I'm very flattered." "You shouldn't be. You're a beautiful girl." She blushed and looked down at the floor. "You paint very well yourself," he said. "Just realism. Are you going to do me in abstract?" He nodded. "I want to paint the real, inner you. If I just paint the surface, it could look like any one of you. You and your sisters I mean." "We look exactly alike," she said. "Well, you're triplets," he grinned, his mouth quirking into a small smile. "You were born at the same time." "Well, not exactly the same time." "No?" "No, Brandy is the oldest. Sandy was born six minutes later and I was born eight minutes after her." "So you're the baby." She smiled and shrugged. "And they never forget it either," she laughed. "Well... " he paused and gave her a strange look. "I wouldn't feel confident about asking you this, Mandy if you weren't a fellow artist." "What?" "Well, you know how important it is in abstraction to get the true essence of your subject." "Oh course." "What I'd like, is to do you nude." She blinked in surprise. "It's important so the clothes don't project their own image. Clothing is, after all, a concealment." "Well... yeeess... " "If you're not comfortable, forget it," he sighed, "I just thought, with you being an artist yourself, you would understand the way an artist looks upon the female nude is not necessarily lewd or immoral... " "Oh, I understand!" she cried, bobbing her head up and down. "Then you'll do it?" His face lit up and she swallowed nervously. "Sure," she said, somewhat worriedly. "Oh, great, Mandy. I knew you were mature enough to understand." "Uhm... " she looked around. "You can go behind that blind there." He pointed out. "Oh. Of course." She went behind the blind and held her breath, her mind buzzing with alternating desires to pose or flee. But she knew he was right, and she was, after all, an artist, as was he. It was an immense compliment and the female nude was one of the most classical subjects for painting. She stripped, then peered around the blind. "Ready?" he asked. She nodded wordlessly. "Okay, so am I." he turned to his blank canvas and she stepped shyly out from behind the blind. He turned to look at her with a pleasant smile, then nodded at a small platform in front of him. She blushed furiously as she shuffled across the floor to the platform, her hands half covering her body though she knew that was stupid. He was going to see everything anyway. She let her hands fall to her sides and tried to walk normally. "Up on this?" He nodded and she climbed up. The platform was only about two feet tall and about three foot square. She stood on it facing him. "Okay... " he walked over and stopped in front of her, his face right on the level with her crotch. "Okay, Mandy, put your hands up above your head. No, not together, apart, and arch your back. More. Just a bit more. That's it. Now spread your legs a bit and push your right leg out a bit. Bend your knee. Good. Great. Terrific. Is that uncomfortable?" "No." "Good. Hold that pose then. And try not to blush so much." She blushed deeper. He returned to his pedestal as she tried to keep her pose. "Sean?" "Uh, huh?" "You said this was going to be an abstract?" "Uh, huh." "Okay." "Afraid of others seeing you? You shouldn't be. You have a beautiful body and face." "It's not that," she said hurriedly, "But my sisters might not like it." "Oh, and since you all look the same... I see." She knew that being an artist's subject had nothing to do with sex, but still she felt... aroused. She could not not be, being naked, posed like this, in front of a guy, a cute guy at that. It crossed her mind that her present pose was very similar to the position she'd been in, in the shower this morning, and that made her tingle with excitement. Before she knew it she was thinking, not only about what she and Sandy had been doing, but what Sandy had said the other night, about how good it felt when a boy put his thing inside. She couldn't help be intensely curious about what it felt like to have a penis way up in her belly like Sandy described. She felt a tightness in her belly, and a warmth between her legs. Her breasts felt tight and hard and, though she could not in her present pose see her nipples, she knew they must be as hard as little pebbles. That embarrassed her because she was sure Sean would see that. Of course he might just think it was because she was cold, yet it wasn't cold in the room. The idea that he might see them and know she was sexually aroused was horrifying and she cursed herself for ever agreeing to this stupid thing in the first place. Her muscles started to cramp after a bit too. It was much harder holding a pose than she had thought. With nothing for her to do her mind began to wander, quite naturally thinking about sex, and Sean in particular. She fantasised about him sweeping her off the little pedestal and making passionate love to her on the floor. That made her body hot with arousal again, making her even more uncomfortable. Her pussy was quivering and itching and she knew it was moist with lubrication. She had a sudden mortifying image of her pussy juice trickling down her legs. As soon as she thought of that she wanted to glance down at her thighs to reassure herself, but with her head pulled back she couldn't. It began to prey upon her mind, and she added the hardness of her nipples to the illusion, imagining herself from Sean's side, and thought about what a slut she must seem to him. She knew from his position, and with her legs spread as they were, that he had a pretty good view of her pussy. What did it look like? Could he tell how aroused she was? She closed her eyes briefly, wishing she could change positions, go to the bathroom or something to check herself out in a mirror. "Want to take a break?" "Yes, please," she groaned, turning quickly to one side as she stepped down from the pedestal. She quickly looked down, reassured to see her thighs quite dry and her pussy looking normal. Her nipples were still hard, though. "Muscles aren't made to spend a lot of time in one position," he said, coming over to stand next to her. She should do a little stretching and deep knee bends. That'll work them loose quickly." "No. They're starting to feel better now." "Okay," he shrugged. He returned to his painting as she walked back and forth and rubbed her back with her hands. She was starting to feel easier about being nude around him, mostly because he didn't seem to show any particular interest in her. That puzzled her though. She knew she had a nice body. She wondered if Sandy was right and she didn't project the right aura. No, she thought. She was beautiful and Sean, for all his artistic inclinations, was probably attracted to her. He was just too well mannered and dedicated to his art to do anything. It was probably a superhuman display of strength on his part. Or he could be gay. She hadn't thought about that before but it would explain things as well. It would also make her feel more comfortable around him. "Ready to start again?" he asked. "Okay," she sighed. "How long are we going to do this?" "I'll finish the sketch today and develop the colors in the next few days." "Oh. I guess I hadn't thought about how long a painting took." "You didn't think I could start and finish it in an hour, did you?" he grinned. "No. Of course not. I just wasn't thinking," she said lamely. She climbed back onto the pedestal and resumed her position, or at least, came close. It wasn't close enough for Sean. He came back from around his pedestal and stood in front of the pedestal. She was very uncomfortable with him right there since his face was practically a foot or two in front of her pussy. "Move your left knee out a bit. No, a bit more. Now straighten your other leg and shift it to the left. That's right. Let's see, arch your back a bit more and spread your arms. Also your fingers should be together. No, more, arch your back so it curves gracefully. He jumped up on the pedestal right next to her. His hand slid up onto her belly and he gripped her shoulder and pulled her back more, arching her back. He ran his hand up her belly and over her chest, sliding it between her breasts without touching them. "Your back should curve naturally," he said, his hand sliding up and down from her chest to her abdomen. "If it curves any more I'll break," she complained. "I have to have you assume the same position as before. That's very important." "I know. I am!" "Almost, but not quite. Here, move this leg a bit more." His hand slid down her hip and he gripped her thigh, pulling outward a little. She could not help feeling a steamy heat in her pussy, and everywhere his hands touched was hot and crackling with electricity. She caught herself breathing heavily and knew her chest was rising and falling literally before his eyes. His hand brushed her pussy as he pushed against the inside of her thigh and she gave a start, but was sure it was a mistake on his part. Then his hand slid upward again only this time glided right across her left breast. She swallowed nervously, her head still pulled far back. Then the hand that had been on her shoulder slid down onto her ass and squeezed it. His other hand slid down between her legs and right onto her pussy, squeezing it as well. Both his hands kneaded her soft flesh as she tried to maintain her position. She gulped and panted, not daring to say anything, not daring to move, as his nimble fingers slid up and down her pussy slit and massaged her ass flesh. "S... S... Sean?" she gasped. "Shhhh." His index finger pushed against her slit, sliding up and down the narrow cleft between her pussy lips, focusing on her clitty as he rubbed her carefully. She moaned and whimpered, her body trembling as he seized her clitty between his thumb and index finger, deftly manipulating the little bud as she mewled in passionate delight and shook harder and harder. He did not kiss her or lick her breasts or anything like Sandy had described. But she came explosively, letting out a long, rasping breath as her body quivered and shook through a powerful orgasmic gale. Through it all she had maintained her position, but now she sank weakly to her knees, sitting on her heels and bending forward to hug herself as she panted for breath. "You'll be able to pose better in a minute," he said, his voice speaking as naturally as though he had not just masturbated her to a climax. He got down from the pedestal and went back to his painting, taking up his pencil and making numerous quick little strokes. After a couple of minutes he put it down and returned to her, helping her back to her feet on the pedestal. She posed for another half hour then had to come down for class. He thanked her and arranged for her to come tomorrow, but said nothing about his jerking her off. She was too embarrassed to either, barely speaking as she hurried out. The Triplets!-04 ff/mf/fff/teen/incest Mandy didn't mention her encounter with Sean to either of her sisters. She knew neither of them had her appreciation for art and would both think she was being exploited by Sean. She couldn't explain how she knew that Sean was purely interested in his art, but she was sure of it. It still made her hot, even if it didn't excite Sean. Obviously he accepted that it made her hot, thought it only natural, and did... what he did, so she could pose better. The more she thought about it the more she accepted that her body's responses were only natural and nothing to be embarrassed about. And she felt slightly proud of having been masturbated by a boy. That was sex, sort of. Certainly there had never been any disputing that fact when she had given a few boys hand jobs on dates, or on the one occasion when she had given a boy a blow job. Still, this was different. This was in the interests of art, not prurient sex. When she found out that Brandy was going to be studying at the library late, her interests did turn to prurient sex, and she was eager to see if she and Sandy could develop their own harmless, yet very stimulating sexual games. It had felt so marvellous when Sean had fingered her little pussy, and she just knew that Sandy would do even better. What was even better for her, she knew she could make Sandy feel that good, and she was eager to try it. "I should never have shown you that," Sandy groaned, when she approached her after school. "You want to do it all the time now." "Not all the time, but since Brandy is at the library and there's nothing on TV... " "Well, all right." Mandy eagerly opened her kimono. Sandy sniffed in amusement, then stripped out of her jeans and shirt, then skimmed off her panties and bra. She and Mandy got into Mandy's bed together, but Mandy changed their positions quickly so they were face to face, heads propped on their elbows. "I want to try something new," she said. "What?" Shyly, Mandy pushed her sister over onto her back, then slid her hand onto her belly. She began to stroke her sister's belly as she leaned forward and kissed her full on the lips. Sandy returned the kiss, then grunted in surprise as Mandy's hand slid down onto her pussy mound. Their kiss grew heated, their lips moist, their tongues sliding together. Mandy began to rub up and down Sandy's slit just as Sean had done to her. She rubbed Sandy's breasts with her other hand, massaging the tender flesh, rolling the nipples, tweaking and pinching them with a light touch. Sandy was breathing heavier. She reached over and grabbed Mandy behind the neck, pulling her face downward over her chest. "Suck my nipples," She gasped, her voice thick. Mandy hadn't thought of that but now did it eagerly, sliding her lips onto Sandy's left nipple and sucking avidly, then pulling back and lapping her tongue across the hard little pink bud several times. "Put your finger in me," Sandy whined, flinging her legs wide and throwing her arms up above her head. Mandy was a little anxious about that. She knew how tightly her own pussy was closed and how it hurt just to put her little finger in there. She was very gentle as she slowly pushed a finger into Sandy's tightly closed cunt mouth. Sandy groaned and humped up at her finger. "Harder! Harder! Put two in!" she panted desperately. Well, she wasn't a virgin. Maybe that was why it didn't hurt her. Mandy pushed her finger in deeper, wiggling it around inside her sister's soft, tight cunt tunnel. She pumped it a few times, then slowly eased a second in beside it. Sandy groaned more. Mandy sucked on her nipples, changing from one to the other, using her thumb and index finger to squeeze and roll whichever nipple her mouth was not on. Meanwhile she was slowly fucking her two fingers in and out of Sandy's pussy, while her thumb rubbed up and down across her clitty. Sandy arched her back several times as she humped her crotch up at Mandy's hand. She moaned loudly, her head rolling from side to side on the bed. Her ass rolled too, shifting her from side to side as she began to whine and grunt in passionate heat. "Ohhhhhhh! Harder! Harder! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" She gasped, her voice desperate, breathless. Mandy was afraid of hurting her, but responded to the obvious need in her sister's voice. She pumped her fingers in faster, plunging them the full length from knuckles to tips. Her thumb rubbed harder against Sandy's clitty as Sandy's belly heaved upward. Sandy gave a mighty gasp of escaping air, her body balanced on her shoulders and arms, her legs split wide and jerking spasmodically, her ass grinding into the bed and humping up at Mandy's fingers. Mandy watched in fascination, never having seen anybody as they orgasmed. She thought Sandy looked indescribably beautiful as she came, her face all scrunched up in ecstasy, her teeth glistening, her body jerking and heaving. She was proud of herself for having given her wonderful sister such pleasure. Then Sandy fell limp to the bed. She groaned and opened her eyes, looking up at Mandy. She reached for her, taking her by the hand and pulling her body down on top of her own. Their lips met again, the kiss soft, but deep, and loving. They stroked and caressed each other's bodies for a long minute. Sandy touched tongues with her sister, her hands sliding up and down her back, then down onto her buttocks, squeezing them lightly. After a couple of minutes Sandy pushed her sister over onto her back. "Now it's your turn," she grinned. "I'll show you some other things I saw in the movie." Her mouth suddenly shot forward and locked against Mandy's, the kiss wet and voracious. Her tongue shot into Mandy's mouth and whipped around. Then her mouth tore free, only to drop onto her left breast. She sucked in her nipple and a big chunk of tit meat, gnawing softly with her teeth, sucking fiercely, rubbing her tongue against it inside her mouth. Her hand slid down between Mandy's legs and began to stroke her clitty, rubbing her finger up and down the slit just as Sandy had done to her. Her mouth pulled upward, still clutching a fat wad of Mandy's tit flesh. She pulled the tit upward into a tight cone, then let it drop and stabbed her mouth down onto her other breast. Her mouth bit down on Mandy's tit like an animal, but without biting too hard. She sucked furiously, her tongue swirling as she pulled more and more tit into her mouth. Then she began to kiss her way down Mandy's belly, her kisses hard and wet and passionate, until she reached her sister's pussy. She gripped Mandy's thighs and forced them wide, looking into her pussy. Mandy, wide eyed and red faced, ogled her hungry sister as Sandy dropped lower and her fingers reached for her pussy. She gently peeled Mandy's cunt lips apart and stared down at the gleaming pink flesh. Then her head moved forward and her tongue pressed hard against the bottom of the pink meat, slowly lapping upwards across the glistening flesh. Mandy gasped as her sister's tongue passed across her bare clitty. She shivered all over as Sandy began to lick harder and faster right over her clitty. Sandy stiffened her index finger and began to slowly screw it down into Mandy's super tight cunt tunnel. Mandy groaned, assuming the same position as her sister had, her arms clutching the bedposts above her as her chest heaved from exertion. She stared up at the mattress above her, jerking and starting every few seconds as a new jolt of pleasure shot into her trembling body. Sandy slowly eased her finger down to the first joint, then the second, then all the way to the knuckle. It hurt, but Mandy didn't care about the sharp little aching. All she cared about was the wonderful pleasure inundating her system. She moaned and gasped as Sandy slowly pumped the digit in and out. Sandy's tongue continued to lick at her clitty, and then she closed her lips around the little nub and sucked hard as her tongue rubbed against it. Mandy came, crying out in ecstasy, heaving and shaking on the bed as Sandy tried to keep her lips fastened around the shimmering little fuck button. "Oh! OH! OH! OH! OH, SANDY! OH, SAAAANDYYYYY! OHOOOOOOOOOO! OOOOHHHH! NOOO! OOOOOOHH!" she cried, her body thrashing and writhing on the bed. Sandy couldn't keep her position and had to throw her body across her heaving sister and rub furiously with her hand to keep any contact with the girl's buzzing cunt button. The orgasm was long and draining, with Mandy barely able to crack an eyelid and groan wearily at its end. Sandy was supremely happy as she lay down beside her sister. She caressed her body lightly, grinning down at her. "You sure came good," she smiled. "Ohhhhhhh!" Mandy groaned. "Yeah, I guess." "Ohhhh! I never... never thought... I never knew about that," she panted. "You mean you never had anybody lick your pussy?" Mandy shook her head weakly. "Haven't you given a boy a blow job? You have. You told me about it once. Why didn't you make him eat you out too?" "I didn't... didn't know how." "Hmmph." They hugged as they both wound down, then to Sandy's surprise, her sister raised her head and beamed happily at her. "Can we do the other thing too? Rubbing pussies?" Sandy laughed and pushed her head back down. Then she gave her a mischievous grin. "Know how it would feel way, way better?" "No. How?" "Well, in the movie me and Mark saw, the girls who rubbed their pussies had shaved their pussy hair off first, so all they felt was their own skin rubbing against the other girl's." "WooooW!" Mandy said, wide eyed. "Wanna do it?" "Gee... I don't know." "Nobody will know. Well, Mark will know I shaved my pussy. But I'll tell him I did it for him." They went into the bathroom and Mandy sat on the counter, her legs wide as Sandy used the scissors to cut her pussy hair short. There wasn't a lot of it down there anyway since both of them wore modern high cut bathing suits. Sandy trimmed her bush in a minute or two, then used a little electric razor to shave the rest. Mandy was getting excited as she watched her little bush disappear. She watched avidly as Sandy moistened it and then rubbed shaving lotion all over her crotch. She took out the little disposable razor then and began to carefully shave off every last tiny bit of hair. When she wiped her pussy dry with a towel, Sandy looked down and saw her crotch was as bare as a little girl's. She slid her hand down over it, rubbing it with delight. "It's sooo smooth!" she gasped, her eyes wide. Sandy rubbed it too, licking her lips in delight. "Do me now," she said, pulling Mandy off the counter. Mandy took the scissors and cut Sandy's hair short, then ran the electric razor over it, then finally used the shaving lotion and razor. When they looked at themselves in the mirror their pussies looked identical, all soft bare skin with two tiny little slits in the center. They got into the bathtub and lay down on their sides. Sandy poured a big handful of shaving lotion onto her hand and slapped it down onto her pussy, then sprayed a stream of the stuff onto Mandy's cunt. Mandy squealed and laughed, grabbing at it and rubbing her pussy into a white, foamy mass. Sandy sprayed more of the foamy shaving liquid, and Mandy rubbed it over her belly and breasts and ass. Soon both were covered in shaving foam as Sandy slid her cunt up against Mandy's. The instant their pussies touched they stopped laughing. The sensation of smooth, silky pussy against smooth silky pussy was incredibly sensual and pleasing. They rubbed their pussies together, not speaking, only gasping and panting and groaning. Sandy came first, in less than a minute. Mandy was only a few seconds behind her. They kept rubbing, holding hands again as they mashed and squashed their bald pussy meat together. Mandy came again, shaking so hard she looked like an epileptic in a fit. Mandy came again, groaning and whimpering in shock as her body was blasted with ecstasy. Sandy came soon after and the two exhausted young women slid together on the bottom of the empty tub until they were arm in arm, their lips kissing gently. But their lust grew once again and soon each was rubbing at the other's pussy, fighting to see who could bring the other off first. Sandy won, sending Mandy into a whimpering, whining, gasping, moaning writhing madness as her body was pounded by intense pleasure. It was only after, after they had finished, after they had showered and were getting dressed, that Sandy stopped suddenly and moaned in worry. "We were wrong about nobody being able to see this," she gulped. Mandy gasped in shock, remembering Sean, wondering how Sandy knew. "Brandy is bound to notice, if not tomorrow morning, then not long after," she said. "Brandy?" Mandy said. "Oh God, I didn't even think about her." Her relief that Sandy didn't know about Sean combined with consternation that she had to worry about Brandy as well as Sean. "What do we do?" she demanded. "I don't know." Sandy snapped peevishly. "It was your idea!" "Well, nobody forced you." "I'm the baby, remember. You're supposed to be the responsible one." "Brandy is the responsible one. I'm the... the.. " "You're more responsible than me. You're the one she'll blame." Sandy glared at her. "Just shut up a minute while I think," she said. "If it was just you I could pretend it was a practical joke and she'd believe that." "She'd still yell at you." "Yeah, but she wouldn't think me and you had been doing stuff." "Well, it's not just me. It's you too." "I know. I know." She smiled then and snickered. "What?" "We have to all look the same again. I'll just shave her pussy." "What?! She'll never let you do that!" "She won't know." "How. .. " "She sleeps really soundly. If I'm careful I can shave off her pussy hair while she's asleep." "She won't sleep through that!" "There's no reason why not. I... we'll just open her legs and shave her." "She'll wake up!" "I know! She always has a big glass of warm milk before bed. I'll put some of Mom's sleeping powder in it. She says its tasteless. Sandy will get a good night's sleep and when she wakes up... " "She'll be furious. She'll scream and yell at us." "No. At me. You wouldn't do something like that. It's out of character. She'll believe I did it, though. You'll have to pretend that I did it to you in the night as well. Brandy will just think its another one of my stupid ignorant jokes." "She's gonna yell like crazy." "She'll do that anyway. At least this way... " "Why don't we just tell her. Maybe she'll want to play too." "Mandy! You know how prudish she is about sex!" "I know but... I hate keeping secrets from her. It seems mean." "If we tell her she'll be unhappy. That would be meaner. Wouldn't it?" "I suppose," Mandy sighed. "Is she asleep?" Mandy whispered. "Yes." "This is crazy." "I know. It's gonna be fun though," she giggled. "Wait till she finds out. I can't wait to see her face." She crept down the ladder and dropped to her knees, crawling over beside Brandy's bed. Mandy got out of her bed and followed her, also on her knees but going around to the other side of the bed. They stared at Brandy's face, eyes closed, face clear and soft in sleep. Sandy crept up and lightly gripped the end of the sheets, sliding them downward. Mandy grabbed the sheets at the other side and helped pull them off their sleeping sister. Mandy giggled and Sandy glared across the bed at her. She reached down and tapped Brandy on the cheek a few times. Brandy didn't move. She nodded at Mandy, then gripped Brandy's nightshirt and gently lifted it upwards, folding it back past her crotch. "We have to spread her legs," she whispered across to Mandy. She rose to her feet, her hands very gently sliding under Brandy's left leg, lifting it very slowly, and very, very slowly pulling it aside until the foot was almost over the side of the bed. Mandy imitated her, pulling Brandy's right leg far to one side. They set her legs down and then Sandy leaned across the bed, scissors in her hand. She carefully snipped away at Brandy's bush. Brandy had more hair because she tended to wear more conservative bathing suits. Still it all disappeared in minutes, leaving only a thick stubble. The razor buzzed with what seemed to them extraordinary loudness, but it didn't wake Brandy. Sandy deftly began to shave the girl's crotch. She knew Brandy had no hair on her ass crack or past her pussy mound, for which she was extremely grateful. She wouldn't have wanted to have to try and turn her onto her stomach without waking her. She snapped it off and brought out the little cup of warm water Mandy had brought from the bathroom. She moistened Brandy's cunt then put a light layer of shaving cream over it. She then began to shave very carefully. Brandy muttered a few times, and her body jerked a little, but she stayed in mostly the same position as Sandy finished shaving her. She patted her crotch dry and looked triumphantly across at Mandy. Then an evil look came on her face. She looked down at Brandy's face, then back at her crotch. She slid her finger down to her sister's pussy, rubbing in soft little movements back and forth over her pussy. "Sandy!" Mandy hissed, frowning. Sandy just grinned back at her. She leaned over more, gently prying Brandy's cunt lips apart so her finger could rub directly over her clitty. "You'll wake her up!" Mandy hissed. "No, I won't. I'll just give her a pleasant dream." "You really think so?" Mandy asked curiously. Sandy nodded and grinned again. "Play with her nipples." Mandy looked at Brandy's nipples, obviously stiff as they pressed against the thin cotton nightshirt. She smiled at the thought of giving Brandy a nice dream, then reached down and softly stroked her nipples through the nightshirt. Sandy felt Brandy's moistness as she rubbed back and forth over her clitty. She bent over and began to lick softly, her tongue lapping across the little clit as Brandy grumbled in her sleep. She pulled back as Brandy gave a hard lurch, but the girl didn't wake. She began to finger her clitty again, trying to screw another finger into Brandy's cunt. She twisted it from side to side as she sank it down to the knuckle, then she began to pump it slowly in and out. Brandy's head jerked to one side, then jerked back. She moaned weakly,y. "I think she just came!" "While she's asleep? Wow." "Didn't you see her and hear her?" "It might have been," Mandy said. "We should stop or she'll really be mad when she wakes up." Sandy grinned. "Okay," she said, pulling her hand away from Brandy's cunt. She wiped it with some tissues and pulled Brandy's nightshirt back down, then she and Mandy lifted the sheets back over the sleeping girl. The Triplets!-05 ff/mf/fff/teen/incest The alarm rang. Mandy and Sandy started awake, then as one turned to watch their slightly older sister. Brandy sat up in bed yawning. She stretched her arms out, then brought them back down. She slid one hand upwards and ran it through her hair. Then she got up and padded across to the bathroom. The others watched avidly. "Remember, you have to find out too. It's a big surprise to you!" Sandy hissed down at the lower bunk. Mandy nodded just as an outraged howl came from the bathroom. "Look out. The shit's hit the fan," Sandy groaned. Brandy came storming out of the bathroom naked, eyes murderous as she stared straight up at Sandy. "Something wrong?" Sandy asked innocently. "You filthy, stinking, slutty, perverted little WHORE!" she screeched. "Shhhh, someone'll hear." "You CUNT!" "Stop yowling. It's only a bit of hair." "What's the matter?" Mandy asked, not at all happy. "What's the matter? What's the matter?" she snarled, her voice rising. "Look at my crotch! She... she... " "Shaved your bush off. It looks very nice now." "WHY?" "Hey, mine is shaved too," Mandy declared, getting out of bed naked. The other two looked briefly at her bald puffy pussy. "Do you think this is funny? You sick little pervert?!!" Sandy glared down at her. "Well, I knew Mandy would want to look like me... ". She knelt at the edge of her bunk, showing them her bare cunt, "... and I didn't want you to be left out," she smirked. "Why? WHY did you shave YOURSELF?" Brandy gritted through clenched teeth. "Mark wanted to see what it would be like." Brandy glared murderously at her. "I'll show you, you filthy, stinking tramp!" She snarled, running forward and clambering up the ladder. Sandy backed away and then jumped off the foot of the bunk, landing nimbly on her feet. Brandy, no athlete, was slower, having to slide back down the ladder. Sandy backed away, grinning, putting the table between herself and her furious sister. "Now, now, now, no point crying over spilt milk," she chided. She ran around the table as Brandy circled it. She stopped and bent over, wagging her bare ass from side to side. "Doesn't this look nice?" she taunted, "Show yours to a boy and see what happens.' "Sandy... " Mandy frowned. Sandy hurtled around the table laughing as Brandy ran after her. But though not as athletic as Sandy, Brandy was quick witted. There was only a small space between the table and the wall and it was a light table. As Sandy ran between wall and table Brandy suddenly shoved the table as hard as she could. It rammed into Sandy's belly, making the air whoosh out of her. Brandy leapt over the table and threw her arm around her throat, grabbing her hair. Sandy recovered and clawed her way onto the table. They rolled together then fell off onto the rug as Mandy gave a little scream and jumped back. Sandy pulled angrily to her feet and as Brandy grabbed for her twisted quickly aside and got behind the other girl. She shoved her into the side of the table, grabbing one of her arms and jerking it up behind her back hard. Then she grabbed her hair and pulled it back just as hard. Brandy cried out in pain but Sandy held her pinned there, jamming her knee into the small of her back for good measure. "Take back that I'm a slut," she demanded. "S... Slut!" Brandy cried. Sandy pulled her hair harder, forcing her back to arch. "Say I'm a sweet, wonderful sister and then thank me for shaving your pussy hair." "BITCH!" Brandy howled. Sandy cursed and tugged her hair back again. Then she yelped and fell sideways as Mandy slapped her in the face. Mandy stared at her for a moment and then burst into tears. Sandy sighed and her anger collapsed like a popped balloon. Brandy rubbed her sore arm and glared daggers at Sandy as she put her arms around Mandy and hugged her. She cooed to her as Sandy approached warily, then stroked Mandy's head until her sobs slowed and became little sniffles. Brandy got some tissue and made her blow her nose, while Sandy wiped her face. "I... I hate it when you fight," Mandy whimpered. "I'm sorry, Mandy," Brandy breathed. "Yeah, me too. I'm uh, sorry for everything," She looked at Brandy and shrugged. "I didn't think you'd get this mad." Brandy fought back a cutting remark and then nodded. "I'm sorry too." "What'd you do?" "For attacking you. That was an idiotic thing to do. Physical violence goes against everything I believe in." "You're not very good at it, either." Brandy glared at her and she shrugged and smiled weakly. "You all right, honey?" Brandy asked, pushing Mandy's hair back from her eyes. "You two won't fight any more?" "No." "Nooo." "I want you to hug each other," she sniffed. Sandy glared uncomfortably at Brandy, who grumbled. "Don't you love each other?" Mandy demanded. Again both of them muttered. "Brandy?" "What?" "Do you love me?" "Of course I love you, honey." She hugged her again. "Do you love Sandy?" Brandy looked away. "Do you?" Brandy muttered. "What?" "Yes! All right?" Mandy smiled and turned to Sandy. "Yeah, yeah, I love the old prude," Sandy groaned, rolling her eyes. "Good, then you can hug each other." She pushed Brandy towards Sandy and the two hugged... briefly. "Now we better hurry up or we'll be late," Mandy said, practically skipping off to the bathroom. Brandy frowned suspiciously after her, then turned to Sandy. "You don't suppose she does that on purpose, do you?" "What?" "Puts on that blubbering little girl act just to stop us fighting?" "Mandy? Nahhhh... I don't think soooo." She stared at the bathroom though. Mandy didn't hear what they said but if she had she would have smiled. It was true that her sister's arguing distressed her, but not always as much as she let on. Right then though her concern was with Sean. What on earth was she going to tell him about her shaved pussy. "Decide in haste, repent in leisure," she sighed, as she gazed at her naked image in the mirror. She posed as she had on the pedestal and shook her head a little at just how bare her slit was. Then she had a sudden idea. She smiled and then laughed a little. "Of course," she said to herself. "Ready?" "Uh, huh." She came out from behind the screen and padded tensely to the pedestal. She climbed up and turned around, assuming the pose. He stared for a moment, then his gaze fixed on her crotch. She turned red, remembering just how she looked. "I thought it would help, like all the classical paintings I've seen." "Well, yes but that was realism, and a decadent influence at that. Still, you're right. If I'm after the abstract of classical painting this helps. Thanks, Mandy. You didn't have to do it, though." "Oh, that's all right. It'll grow back." He sketched some more, then put the canvas aside and began to paint on another, frequently glancing both at it and at her on the pedestal. After twenty minutes or so he put the brush down and smiled up at her. "Want a rest?" "Yes, thanks," she sighed, letting her arms fall and getting down off the pedestal. She walked over to a table set nearby and got a drink of water. She sat back, her behind propped against the edge of the table. He came over and joined her. "Think you'll be a great artist some day, Sean?" "I hope so. What about you." "I think you will." "No. I mean what about you?" "Oh. I don't know. I don't even know for sure what I want to do. Whether to paint, write poetry or play the cello." "What do you like best?" "I like my poetry best but I'm much, much better at the cello." "Then go for cello and write music to your words." "That's smart, but I play classical and that doesn't have words." "Then do a few ballads and write love songs." "I don't know much about love," she smiled ruefully. "Who does?" "Well, my sister Sandy thinks she does." "You seem like a much more emotional person than her. I'm sure you'll experience love, very gripping love... In the meantime... " "Yeah," she sighed. "It sure is boring posing," she grumbled. "Well, maybe your sisters could spell you." "Yes, but then you wouldn't get the real me," she grinned. "That's true, isn't it. And I do want the real you." As he said that his right hand slid between her legs and rubbed her thigh. She looked up startled, then gasped as his hand squeezed her bare little pussy mound. She trembled in his grip, staring down at his hand as his fingers kneaded her cunt meat. He slid around beside her, his left hand going behind her back as he fingered her pussy. He rubbed his middle finger up and down the length of her tight little cleft, pressing hard to sink it down into her slit and saw it up and down across her clitty. She sighed weakly, leaning back on her hands, which were flat on the table. He rubbed her clitty as he curled his index finger and began to worm it into her cunt opening. "Ohhhh... ohhhh, don't... don't... " He stroked her clitty with his thumb and she groaned anew, her ass grinding into the side of the table as he wriggled his index finger up into her to the knuckle. He pumped it slowly in and out of her snatch as he worked his thumb on her clitty. Her head jerked to one side, then jerked to the other. She groaned again, her head falling back, her body trying to settle back on the table. He wouldn't let her. His arm kept her back straight as he fingered her clit. She arched her back across it, her head falling back as she began to grunt and moan and grind her cunt against his hand. He forced a second finger into her slit, not as gentle as with the first. She mewled in pain, but spread her legs wider. He watched her face, his own expression detached, as he pumped his two fingers up and down her cunt. His other three fingers were curled together into his palm and made a hard, meaty sound as he began to thrust hard into her, his fist thumping into her cunt mound as he drove his fingers up into her. She whimpered and groaned, her head falling backwards, so it was upside down. He shifted his grip to the back of her neck, his fingers pressing down hard as he jerked her head back up and stared into her glazed eyes. He pumped harder, faster, watching her body as it twitched and jerked under his harsh manipulation. Then she arched her back, her head going back before he jerked it forward again. He was practically punching his fist into her cunt as he rammed his fingers up into her. Her legs bowed and she slid off the table, yet did not fall. He held her weakened body as her cunt rubbed down desperately against his hand. He pulled back on her head then, staring demandingly at her face as he finger fucked her through the orgasm and into the beginnings of another. She fell slowly to her knees, his hand still between her legs, his hand still clutching the back of her neck as he followed her down. She grunted and moaned and gasped for breath, her chest heaving, her swollen breasts rising and falling. He fucked her harder, forcing a third finger up her snatch, grinding his knuckles against her cunt pad as she ground herself down on his hand. Her hands clutched his wrist, jamming it in harder, riding it desperately as she blasted into another cum. Again her back arched and a high pitched, gasping, warbling groan escaped her drawn back lips. He stared at her face as he pumped steadily at her groin, watching her fluttering eyelids and her gasping mouth. Then she collapsed forward, falling slowly first to her hands, then elbows, then bowing over, her head to the floor as she hugged her knees. "There," he said. He got up and went to his canvas, taking up his brush and painting furiously, as though suddenly inspired. Sandy and Mark were eating during their lunch break, eating each other. They were out behind the parking lot, behind some bushes, engaged in a very pleasurable sixty-nine. She was on top, her lips bobbing up and down on his hard erection. He clutched her soft round buttocks as he lapped excitedly at her bald little slit. Sandy had already cum once, and was on the verge of cumming again, only this time she wanted a cock inside her. "S... stop!" she gasped. "Stop! Fuck me! Put it in!" He groaned and pulled his lips away from her delicious, puffy little cunt pad, then rolled over so he was on top and scuttled around to drop between her spread knees. She reached down and took his cock, guiding it down into her cunt. She groaned as his cockhead pushed aside her pussy lips and slid quickly down into her depths. She clutched him tightly, twitching and jerking as she felt his cockhead lodged high inside her and his balls pressing against her buttocks. Her legs came up and went around him as they kissed. Her hands went behind his head and they began to rock together, both of them grunting and moaning in pleasure. She trembled suddenly, then clutched him so tightly he could hardly move. Her eyes closed and she shuddered, her legs kicking against his back as she came, her cunt spasming around his aching cock- tool. He thrust hard and she groaned anew, then he lifted her legs up and shoved them back against her chest. He rose on his knees and pushed her knees against her swollen titties as he began to thrust hard and deep. His cockhead slid from the deepest recesses of her belly right to the tip of her cunt opening, actually touching the insides of her pussy lips before plunging deep again. His hard hips pounded into her, hammering her buttocks bruisingly hard as his fuck-pole skewered her buttery little slit. She grunted with each impact, her head rolling from side to side as he used hard, savage strokes. He jammed her legs back harder, his hands sliding down to her ankles, pushing them down next to her head as he used her hole, his cock spearing into her again and again, stabbing down into her belly, sheathing itself within her soft, velvety guts. She whimpered and groaned, her body twitching and shaking again. Her hands flopped on the grass beside her and her chest heaved as he thrust harder, faster, his shaft pistoning up and down her tight tunnel, his body hammering down against her upturned buttocks. "Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Maaaarkkk! Maaaaaark! Ungh! Ungh!" she grunted. Then he came, skewering her with his mighty lance as he buried it to the hilt in her burning, sucking little fuck-box. She screamed, her head whipping and lashing from side to side as she bounced and jerked on the grass beneath him. He pumped his cum deep into her guts, grunting each time another wad spat out the tip of his burning, flaring cock. Then he collapsed on top of her. He let go of her ankles and they slowly flopped back onto the grass as she groaned and moaned and panted for breath. They lay there for a long minute, then there was movement in the bushes and a body pushed its way through. She gasped and grabbed her pants and shirt, hugging them against herself as a uniformed policeman pushed through and stood before them, glaring. "Okay, kids, that's enough of that." "We weren't doing anything!" Mark gasped, trying to cover his crotch. "No? Well, you were doing it where the neighbours could see it out of their second floor windows, and one of them complained." He pointed at the houses behind the school fence. "Uhhh, we didn't know," Mark said, trying to get into his pants. "You'll have to come with me and we'll have a little talk with your principal." Sandy tossed her clothes over the fence and turned, leaping up. The cop yelled and grabbed Mark to keep him from doing the same, then reached for her ankle. He missed and she dropped to her feet on the other side of the fence. "Come back here!" he yelled. "You can't get away. I know what school you go to and they'll have your picture!" Sandy picked up her jeans and shirt and scampered away from the fence, rounding the corner of the house and diving behind some more bushes. She quickly pulled up her jeans and donned her shirt. She'd left her underwear behind, she realized. She ran down the street, glad she hadn't taken off her tennis shoes for their little lunch meal. She cursed viciously as she ran, then curled around the corner and ran back towards the school, though away from where the cop was. Brandy prowled the library. She normally had some studying to do or had a book to read or found something interesting in here, but today she couldn't seem to sit down. She kept wandering up and down the aisle and thinking about what Sandy had said. She hated to think of herself as a prude, even though she had to admit intellectually that she was right. Compared to Sandy, or even most other girls, she was a prude. She even knew where Sandy had gotten that statistic about teenage sex, from a report she herself had done for sociology class. And reports on sex were as close as she ever got to it. Except for jerking off. It was stupid. It was childish. What was there to be afraid of anyway? It was part of becoming a woman, an adult, both of which she liked to consider herself as already being. She turned a corner, deep in thought, and smashed into someone. "Oh! I'm sorry!" she gasped, almost falling. Strong hands held her up and she smiled up at Mister Connors, her English teacher. She liked him, and respected his intelligence. He was cute too. "Hi, Mister Connors," she grinned. "Hello Brandy. Deep in thought, I see." "I'm afraid so." "Well, if you were Mandy I'd guess you were thinking of a new poem." "No, nothing like that. I leave the poetry to those who are good at it." "You aren't bad, though you tend to be, ahh, harshly critical of people." "Do I?" she asked in surprise. "You have high standards." "I guess I do," she sighed. "Problem?" "No, not really." "Well if I can help... " He started to move away. "Mister Connors?" He stopped and looked back. "Do you think I'm sexy?" "What?" he laughed, then saw she was serious. "Brandy, you must know you are one third of the most desirable, sought after troika on campus." "I mean just me, alone." "Ahhhh, well, if I have to comment, yes. Yes, you are extremely sexy." "As sexy as Sandy?" "Tight pants do not make one sexier," he sniffed with a grin. She sighed in pleasure, then impulsively gripped the lapels of his jacket, reached up and kissed him hard on the lips. He gripped her arms softly and pushed her back. "What was that for?" he gasped in surprise. "Just... just... " She couldn't think straight. She was happy, and the kiss, that kiss had... She leaned forward and kissed him again, this time more softly. At first he resisted, but her lips were soft and warm and silky. He found himself kissing her back before he even knew what he was doing. His arms went around her and their kiss became deeper, more passionate. She pressed her body against his, backing him into the shelf. Her mind spun, thinking about what she was doing, where she was, who she was. They were in the library, nearly empty at the start of lunch hour, in the back corner of the reference section. Their kiss went on and on, her tongue pushing against his, his sliding against hers. Their bodies grew hot, both of them feeling the eroticism of the moment, of the danger. He turned, pushing her against the book shelf, his hands sliding up and down her back, hers on his chest. He pulled back briefly, stared at her, both of them gasping for breath. He reached out with trembling hands and took her glasses off, then kissed her again, a soft, hesitant kiss that almost at once ignited and burned hot. He crushed her body against the shelf, his left hand behind her back, his right sliding up and down her side, then up her front to cup her breast. She groaned, the sound absorbed by his own mouth. She wore a white shirt with snap buttons up the front, a long blue skirt and a pair of boots. He gripped the front of her blouse and tore it open, the snaps all parting with a sharp crackle of noise, then his hands clutched her breasts through her bra. "OOOhhhhhh!" she groaned "OOOhhhhhhh!" He mashed his lips into her throat, his hands undoing the clip between her bra cups so they fell aside. His hands cupped and kneaded her naked tit meat then as she gasped and shook in passionate desire. He kissed her again, his right hand sliding down her side then rubbing her groin through her long skirt. He grabbed the material and began bunching it up in his hand, lifting the hem higher and higher as he pressed her head back into some books behind her. Then the hem was above her hips and his hand slipped under. She gave a low cry of shock as she felt his hand slip into her panties and squeeze her pussy mound. She humped forward without even thinking, her crotch grinding into his hand as they kissed harshly, brutally. He gasped, his body screaming with lust as he felt her shaved snatch. He gripped her panties and pulled hard. They strained, and then the side gave way, splitting. The panties dropped down one ankle and her crotch was bare to him. Their hands slid over each other hungrily, passionately, their bodies grinding together as both were overcome by intense yearning and lust. He rubbed his hand up and down her cunt, then tore his lips from hers, bending over and biting down on her stone hard nipple. He chewed and sucked on the pink flesh as she whined and mewled and writhed in his grasp. He undid his fly quickly, pulling out a bulging red erection. She looked down and saw it through bleary eyes, mouth gaping in shock, body shivering in hunger. He mashed his lips against hers again, his knee pushing between her legs, forcing her left leg up and apart. She raised it and curled it around him as she felt his cockhead press against her vaginal opening. She was panting so hard she wondered that she didn't hyper-ventilate and pass out. Then his lips pressed hard on hers and her breathing slowed. She cried out then as she felt his cock enter her, but the sound was again absorbed by his own mouth as she writhed against the shelves. Deeper and deeper his cock moved until there was a sudden sharp pain inside her crotch and she knew her cherry was gone. She whimpered and kissed harder still, giving a long quavering gasp of pain and pleasure as his cock drove fully into her and she felt it, like Sandy had said, way up inside her belly. Her hands reached up above her, grasping the thick wooden shelves, arching her back as his body ground into her, his cock sliding slowly in her tight sheath. His head moved down again and he sucked hard on her nipples, his teeth pinching and gnawing at them as he squeezed his hands up against her ass flesh. His fingernails dug into her buttocks as she lifted the other leg and put both around him. She held onto the shelf as he humped into her. Each thrust jammed her back against the shelf and she grunted from the triple blow of her back against the shelf, his hips against her thighs, and his cock, as it thrust deep into her silky tube. She whimpered and groaned and grunted as he fucked harder, desperate to come off in her. His cock jerked her upward again and again, one of her legs sliding back down as she weakened, the other still clutching tightly around his waist. His hands squeezed her ass, holding her in place as he pulled her up to meet each thrust. Her cunt was like a velvet vice around his prong and he groaned as he tore his meat back and forth. She closed both legs around him again as she started to slide downwards. His hands jerked her ass back up as he thrust his cock deep into her belly. She grunted in response, her head falling back onto a shelf. His cock sliced back and forth between her pussy lips for what seemed like hours but was probably no more than a minute or two. Then she came, trembling and shaking and wriggling mindlessly, her head bouncing against the shelf, her ankles beating on his back, her white knuckled hands trying to dig into the wood above her and her cunt spasming and crackling and fireballing with heat and sexual ecstasy. She heaved and twisted and writhed, coming apart as his hard body pummelled her against the shelf. Then he exploded himself, sending jism streaming up into her roiling, churning, heaving belly. The Triplets!-06 ff/mf/fff/teen/incest Sandy was in trouble. She'd already been suspended once for fighting, and another time for telling a teacher to go fuck herself. If the principal knew she was screwing in the bushes she'd be expelled. And then there was her parents, of course. She moaned to herself as she rounded the front of the school and ran in a side door. She climbed to the second floor to avoid the cop, who was no doubt headed for the office. She ran down the second floor and came down another set of stairs near the library. She didn't analyze why she was running for Brandy, but she knew Brandy would be able to think of something to do. She found her in the back of the library, reading some ghastly big book. "Brandy!" "Shhhh," she said, glaring. "I'm in trouble," she panted, as she fell into the chair beside Brandy. "What did you do now?" Brandy scowled. "I was screwing Mark out in a bush and some old bitch called the cops." "What!?" "I ran off but he saw me and he got Mark." "Oh, God, Sandy!" "I know. I know! And you know what old Carling will say." "He'll expel you!" Sandy nodded unhappily. "What were you wearing?" "Nothing." I grabbed these off the grass and tossed them over a fence, then jumped over myself. Course I left my underwear behind." "Shit." She thought for a minute. "Mandy!" "What?" "We have to find her. Come on!" She jumped up, grabbing Sandy's hand and dragging her out of the library. "Where is she?" Sandy asked. "I don't know. I'd bet she'd be somewhere in the arts department, maybe practising her cello." They hurried upstairs, taking them two at a time, then ran down the hall of the arts wing, looking in windows. They almost ran Mandy down as she came out of one of the doors. "Mandy!" Brandy exclaimed. Mandy jerked back guiltily. "Come with me!" Brandy demanded, grabbing her hand and dragging her down the hall towards the ladies room. The three of them ran inside. The room was empty. Brandy turned to Mandy. "Take off your pants, quick!" "What? Why?" "Just do it! I'll explain, later." Mandy was wearing an overlong light blue sweater over a white top and white pants. Brandy slipped a white belt off from her skirt and turned to Sandy, frowning. "You're sure he only saw your jeans?" "Uh, yeah, I think so." "Right, get them off, you can wear Mandy's." "Huh? What am I gonna wear?" Mandy asked slipping off her pants and handing them to Brandy. "Nothing," Brandy replied. she slipped her belt around Mandy's waist. She tightened it and stepped back. "That doesn't look half bad," she nodded. The sweater Mandy wore came halfway down her thighs, longer than a mini-skirt anyway. Sandy slipped on her sister's pants and pulled up the zipper. "How come you haven't got any underwear?" Mandy asked, perplexed. "Shit!" Brandy growled. "Mandy, take off your underwear." "Why do I have to give her all my clothes?" Mandy demanded in exasperation. "Just do it!" Brandy reached under her own skirt and slipped her panties down, stepping out of them and tossing them into the trash regretfully before the others could see one side was tied together. Mandy stared at her as if she'd gone insane, then shrugged and did the same. Brandy opened her shirt, slipped it over her shoulders, then undid her bra and tossed it in the trash with her panties. Mandy held her panties and looked at the two of them. Brandy snatched them and tossed them into the garbage with her own underwear. "Now the bra," she demanded. "You're just going to throw them out?" "We have to look identical, Mandy." "But we don't." "I'll explain in a minute. Just take off your bra and get rid of it." Mandy scowled, then undid the belt and took off her sweater. Naked, except for her loafers, she undid her bra and tossed it in the trash, then slipped the sweater back on and did the belt up. "I hope nobody pulls up my sweater," she grumbled. "Okay, Mandy, look, Sandy got caught by a cop making out naked in some bushes with Mark." Mandy's eyes opened wide. "He only saw her naked, maybe carrying her jeans, and she left her underwear behind. He's only got to look at the yearbook to spot her, then they might arrest her for indecent exposure or something." "But not if they can't prove which one of us was there," Sandy grinned, finally understanding. "Exactly. They'll know it was one of us but not who, unless Mark talks." "He wouldn't." "Then they can't prove which of us it was." "They'll know it was me," Sandy shook her head. "Knowing and proving aren't the same thing at all." "But why did we have to throw out my underwear?" Mandy demanded. "Because she left hers behind, Mandy. All they have to do is check us all to see which isn't wearing any underwear, then they'd know for sure who it was." "I don't like not having underwear on," Mandy pouted. "It won't be for long. We'll head right out to the car and go home and change completely." "We'll miss first class," Mandy objected. "Tough. This is more important." "But if we're leaving anyway... " "Because they might catch us before we get away, Mandy. It's not going to take long for Carling to guess who it was once the cop describes Sandy, especially since he knows Mark is her boyfriend." "Sandy Thompson report to the office," the P.A. system suddenly blared. Brandy sniffed as she looked at Sandy. "Now what?" Mandy asked. "Fuck them. We'll see if we can make it to the car." "Wait. Wait!" Mandy cried. "What?" Brandy demanded. Mandy turned her around and undid her braid, then roughed up her hair to match Sandy's. Sandy quickly mussed up Mandy's as well. Both girls shook their head up and down several times, then all three brushed their hair so it was more or less similar. "You're not as dumb as you look," Sandy grinned. Mandy frowned, then snorted in amusement. "Anything else?" Sandy sighed. Brandy took her glasses off and stuck them in her pocket. "Anything else again?" Sandy groaned. "Yes. Where were you at lunch?" Sandy pursed her lips. "I was jogging. Mandy, you were wandering around the hall thinking of a new poem. Sandy you were playing ball against the wall of the gym. None of us saw anyone." "Got it," Sandy nodded. They left the bathroom and walked together down the hall to the stairs nearest the parking lot entrance. Brandy looked over the railing then motioned the others forward. They hurried down the stairs and out to the door. "Going somewhere, girls?" They turned, startled as Mrs. Evans came forward. "We were just... " "Going to the office," Mrs. Evans completed, pointing in the other direction. "Going to the office," Brandy agreed. Mrs. Evans marched them to the office. Brandy went through the door first. "That's the one," a cop said as she came through. Then he saw Sandy, and then Mandy. His jaw dropped and he stared at all three of them incredulously. "They were headed out the door," Mrs. Evans said. "Were they? Guilty feelings girls?" Mr. Carling asked. "No. We were just going home to change. "I'll bet," the cop said. "You said she had jeans," Carling said to him. "Well, she did. I saw her throw them over the fence." "None of them is wearing jeans." "Brandy?" Mr. Carling asked paternally. She was, after all, one of his very best pupils, a straight A honors roll, perfect attendance good girl. "Yes, sir?" "Who was out in the back with Mark here?" He pointed at Mark, who was sitting in a chair nearby. "I don't know what you mean, sir." "Where were you just now?" "Going home." "Where were you fifteen minutes ago?" he frowned. "I was jogging actually." "Where?" "Oh, around out back and on the street in front." "Who was with you?' "Nobody." "Nobody saw you?" "No, sir. What's this all about?" He glared at her and turned to Mandy. He frowned and looked from her to Sandy. He'd known Brandy because Brandy always dressed conservatively, but wasn't sure which were the other two. "Mandy?" "Yes, sir?" Mandy asked. "Ah, Mandy, where were you fifteen minutes ago?" "Oh, just wandering around." "Wandering around where?" "Just around, walking in the hall and out front and out back. I was trying to think of a new poem." "Did you speak to anyone? See anyone?" "I saw a lot of people. I didn't speak to anyone though." "And you?" Carling glared at Sandy. "Me, sir?" "You sir. Where were you?" "I was throwing my ball against the wall in back of the gym." "And I don't suppose there's anyone who was there with you." "No, sir. I was all alone." "I see." He glared at all three then back to the cop. "Well?" "Well what? They look the same. Even their hair is the same." "There's still these," Carling smirked, lifting a pair of green bra and panties. "One of you is missing some clothing, I suspect. Unless you had some spares around." "Won't work, Mister Carling," Evans said. "What? Why? You can... " "You can see right here that none of them is wearing a bra. None is the type to come to school without them so I'm sure two of them got rid of theirs somewhere, and I'd bet, their panties too." Carling glared at them all angrily, then his eyes bored into Sandy. "I know it was you," he gritted. "What, sir? Did I do something?" "This is your boyfriend, isn't it?" "Who? Him?" "Yes, him!" "Well, we used to go out, but we broke up a few days ago." "I went out with him a couple of times," Brandy interjected. "Me too," Mandy smiled. "Which one of you was out back having sex with him?" "Not me!" "Not me!" "Not me!" "Then you're all suspended!" he roared. "You can't do that," Brandy said indignantly. "Our parents pay good money for us to go here and I for one didn't do anything." "You're covering up for her!" He pointed at Sandy. "Prove it!" He glared in outrage. The cop shook his head and turned to Mark. "Well, son. Memory coming back. You remember which one was with you?" "I can't tell them apart, officer." "You little prick!" Carling snapped. He turned and stared at all three of them again, then he moved and stood directly in front of Mandy. He glared at her from two inches away, standing there and staring while she fidgeted nervously. His eyes bored into her. "Who was it?" he asked. "I don't know," she replied. "Who was it?" He demanded, raising his voice. "I don't know." "WHO WAS IT?" He roared, making her wince and step back a foot. "Hey," Sandy said. "Yes?" "If you don't stop yelling in her face I'm gonna slug you." "Me too," Brandy glared. He stared at them both in outrage. The cop picked up his hat and put it on, then motioned Mark to his feet and moved for the door. "Take them all with you," Carling demanded. "Can't. Have to be able to prove which it was." "We know it was one of them." "If she confesses, call me. I'm not wasting any more time over this stupid thing." Sandy snickered and Carling looked ready to explode. As it turned out all Carling could do was suspend them all for one day. That was what he was allowed to do for violation of the school dress code. Not wearing a bra was the violation. In addition, Brandy and Sandy were suspended an additional day for insolence, for threatening to slug him. They replayed much of the same scene with their parents that night, who had, of course, been called by the school. Thankfully it was Mrs. Evans who had called them and not Carling. Still, they demanded to know which of them it had been. They could get away with stone walling Carling, but couldn't get away with the same with their parents, they used a different tack entirely. "It was her!" Brandy declared, pointing at Mandy. Mandy looked outraged and denied it. "It was her!" she said, pointing at Sandy. Sandy sniffed indignantly. "It was her!" she said, pointing at Brandy. They were all grounded for a week, and had to endure a lengthy sermon on safe sex. Sandy made the sermon even more embarrassing for everyone by asking about anal sex, oral sex techniques, group sex, sadomasochism, bondage, and wife swapping. "It'll be a cold day in hell before they dare give us another talk about sex," she snickered after they'd been dismissed to their room. "Jesus God, Sandy, how could you talk like that?" Brandy yelled. "I almost died when you asked Mom about anal sex!" "And asking them about whips and chains?" Mandy said, screwing up her face. "Even I was embarrassed." "Yeah, but they were way, way more embarrassed. Did you see Dad's face when I mentioned wife swapping? Ha!" "You are disgusting," Brandy glared. "And its your fault we're all grounded for a week," Mandy scowled. "Hey, you could have turned me in." Brandy threw her pillow at her. Mandy did the same, adding several stuffed animals. "What happened to you the other day?" Sean asked, when Mandy walked into the studio two days later. "I got suspended for a day." "Really? What for?" "Oh. For nothing. My sister did something and he didn't know which of us it was so he suspended us all." "Bummer. Why didn't you tell him you didn't do anything?" "We all did. Only she was lying. Anyway, it was only a day. Ready to paint again?" "More than ready." As before she posed for about twenty minutes, then took a break. She was starting to quiver even as the break approached, remembering what he had done during the break the last two times. Sure enough, as she sat on the edge of the pedestal he came over and sat beside her, talking about her sisters and her work, and as before, with no words of warning his hand slid in between her legs and started to fondle her groin. This time though, he prolonged it, deliberately easing off every time she approached orgasm, turning her into a sweating, heaving, groaning mass of tortured nerve endings and spasming muscles. He sat on her right, his arm holding her hair from behind, keeping her head up and back as he fondled her clitty and pumped his fingers into her pussy with his other hand. Her cunt was white hot, and now glistened with fuck honey. The wood beneath her crotch was wet, and so were her thighs and his fingers and knuckles. He pumped his finger steadily inside her tight sheath, sliding them against her clitty as he rubbed it with his thumb, working her up towards another orgasm, then he eased off, leaving her hanging. She sobbed and slumped back, chest heaving, nipples aching. Then he did something different. He let go of her hair an eased her back on the pedestal, then got up and went to his bag. He returned as she lay quivering, her hands stroking her body, two fingers pumping inside her sheath. He knelt next to her and watched as she pumped her fingers inside her crotch hole, her ass humping up against them, her hands caressing her breasts and belly. His face was expressionless as he watched, but grew careful and intent as she began to buck her hips upwards harder and began to grunt and moan in passion. Then she came, her legs spread wide, her ass bouncing, her back arching as she fucked herself with her fingers and squeezed her hard, swollen breasts. Only when she had come down from her high did she realize that he had moved his tripod stand up next to her and was painting hurriedly. She regained some of her breath and groaned as she sat up. He put down his paints and strode around to her. "What... what are... you... doing?" she gasped. He sat beside her and produced a foot long plastic tube with a sharply rounded head. He pushed a button on one end and a low buzzing came from it. She stared at it in surprise, then anxiety as he brought it down between her thighs and placed the nose against her slit. "What? Sean! Sea... Sea... Seannnn?" she gasped, wriggling her hips back. He held her steady, one hand behind her neck as he rubbed the tube up and down her slit. "Shhhhhhhhh," he said. "Just enjoy it." She stared at him, then at the tube again. It was buzzing hard against her pussy and setting her clitty sparkling in sympathy. She sat still, staring, her worry that he'd intended to push it up into her virgin hole easing as he simply held it against her cunt. She had to admit that it felt very good... very, very good... wonderfully good. "Ooohhhhhh!" she gasped, her breathing growing harsher. He continued to rub it up and down her shining wet slit, alternating the pressure, but concentrating on her clitty. "Oh, Seannnn! Oh! Oh! Why... why... oooohhhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned, her legs splitting wider and her cunt rubbing back and forth, humping against the plastic tube. Her hands fluttered ineffectually as he lowered her to her back on the pedestal and continued to slide the buzzing tube up and down her bald little cleft. Her ass ground against the pedestal and she kept humping upwards, her ass bouncing and shaking. Her head thrashed from side to side until he gripped her hair and held her head still. He sat on the edge of the pedestal, carefully watching her face as he worked the plastic tool up and down her cunt opening. Then she cried out in ultimate release, her hands gripping his wrist, jamming the thing harder against her slit as she rutted desperately against it. Her eyes were wide and shone brightly as her mouth gaped. She writhed on the pedestal, her feet bouncing and thumping against the side as she gurgled and moaned and whined in wondrous release. Sean left her the tube and hurried behind his tripod, taking up his brush and painting quickly. Mandy continued to hold the joy stick against her pussy, even as she slowly eased back to earth. The rounded nose felt very good against her cunt, sending soothing, warmth into her loins. She rubbed it slowly up and down her slit as she moaned and panted tiredly. Her loins re-ignited quickly and she felt the buildup of sexual energy once more, this time much faster than normal. She whimpered, rubbing the tube against her slit again. She pressed harder, using the thing like she'd used her fingers, grinding it into her pussy, slowly twisting and screwing it against her cunt meat. The sharply rounded nose forced aside her pussy lips and sank into her. Slowly, the width of the tube increasing with each centimetre, the tube pushed into her love-tunnel. She had no real awareness of what she was doing as she ground and screwed it against herself, but she pushed it deeper and deeper with the passing seconds, easing off whenever the pain grew too great, then pushing back when her excitement mounted higher. She humped against it, glassy eyed, whimpering and moaning and grunting as she fed more and more of it into her tight, hot slit. And then, just as she came, she felt a sharp pain deep inside her pussy. The tube gave a sudden lurch forward and pushed deeper into her body. She pumped it, rubbing it instinctively across her clit as she writhed on the pedestal. her legs were splayed and both her hands were pumping the thing up and down as she bounced and shook and gargled in ecstasy. Her head jerked from side to side and then bounced back against the hard wood. The Triplets!-07 ff/mf/fff/teen/incest Brandy and Sandy had to spend a second day at home together. Neither was happy about that. Without Mandy to worry about they snapped at each other a lot. They found it hard to get along at the best of times, but now Mandy had just realized her perfect attendance record was spoiled and Sandy had remembered her volley ball team had a game that day and she was missing it. By noon both were in a foul mood, not speaking to each other. Sandy was wearing her blue team jersey and a pair of white shorts. Brandy was wearing a loose, lounging outfit of green top and pants. Sandy decided to do her laundry, which always bugged her. "Where the hell are my black panties?" She demanded, as she was putting her underwear away. Brandy sniffed, not bothering to answer. Sandy rummaged through the drawer again. "My black lace bra is gone too." "So what?" "Well, where are they?" "Why ask me?" "Because you've always wanted ones like them and admired them so much when I bought them last week." "If I wanted to get a pair of slutty see-through underwear I would buy them myself." "You would not. You're too chicken to." "Stop pestering me, child." "Virgin," Sandy replied. "Slut," Brandy sniffed from behind her book. Sandy went over to Brandy's dresser and began opening drawers. "Hey! What the hell are you doing?" "I'm checking to see if you stole them." "Get out of my dresser!" "Those things cost twenty dollars!" "I don't give a shit. You owed me a pair." "What?" "I had to throw mine out to keep you out of jail. Remember?" "You through out those cheap old nylon things." "So?" "So I don't owe you a brand new silk pair." "You didn't have anything else that was new." "Where are they, Brandy?" Sandy scowled. "Find them," Brandy grinned, looking back at her book. Sandy turned back to the dresser, then turned again, her eyes narrowing. She stomped across the room to where Brandy lay on the couch and suddenly grabbed the loose pants and jerked them down. "Hey!" Brandy yelled, dropping the book and grabbing her pants. "You bitch! You're wearing them!" "You owed me a pair you slut!" "Give them back!" "Ha! They're mine now, slut!" Sandy and she tugged at the pants but Sandy was stronger and had better leverage. The loose pants came off in her hands and she fell back on the floor, clutching them. Brandy jumped up and tried to run around her but Sandy tackled her and forced her back on the couch. She made a feint at Brandy's top, shoving it upwards. When Brandy grabbed it she quickly grabbed the panties and pulled back hard, again falling back onto the floor with the panties in her hands. "You whore!" Brandy screamed. She jumped up and so did Sandy. They grabbed each other's arms and wrestled briefly before Sandy got a leg between Brandy's and tripped her. As she was falling backwards Brandy's hands shot down to cushion the fall. Sandy grabbed her and heaved, rolling her onto her stomach. She dropped down with one knee pressing against the small of Brandy's back, then gripped the top and pulled upwards. Brandy howled and grabbed at the top and the two tugged back and forth before Sandy got it off. Brandy tried to clutch her arms together over her chest but Sandy sat on her back, grabbed her arms and forced them up above her head. Then she squatted over her, her knees coming down on either side of Brandy's head, pinning her helplessly, while she unfastened the bra and slipped it up along her arms and off. "Ah haaa!" she crowed, triumphantly. "Fuck whore, bitch, cunt, slut, twat!" Brandy shrieked. "Stinking, stupid, brainless little fuck head!" "Fuck you, brain!" Sandy snarled back. "You think you're so fucking good because you never ben fucked? You want to fuck so bad you can taste it! You just haven't got the guts!" There was a full length mirror on the wall next to them. Sandy scuttled around and as Brandy leapt upwards she leapt onto her back, her arms going around her sister's arms and her hands sliding back together behind the girl's head, pinning her in a half nelson, her arms pulled up and her chest pushed out. They were both on their knees on the floor, grunting and straining and cursing each other. Sandy heaved Brandy to one side so she was facing the mirror. "Little virgin... ungh, are you?" she panted. "How... many times... you jerked off... this... week... Brandy?" she gasped. "Fuck you!" Brandy snarled, struggling furiously. "Look at this pretty little body," Sandy sneered. She gave a sudden twist and pulled the other girl across her knees as she sat back on her heels. Brandy rolled and tried to get away but Sandy pulled both her hands quickly down and held them together a the small of her back. Brandy kicked and jerked and thrashed, but she had no leverage to do anything forceful. Sandy had one arm around her waist and the other pinning her wrists together. She freed the one on Brandy's waist briefly and slapped it down hard on the other girl's upturned buttocks. Brandy yowled and struggled harder. "Take back me being a slut!" Sandy demanded. "Slut! Whore! Prostitute!" Sandy hissed in outrage. "You cunt!" she snarled. "You know I've never fucked anyone but Mark and Peter!" "How much do you charge them?" Brandy sneered, trying still to wiggle loose. Sandy slapped her ass again, making her cry out in pain. "Take that back!" "No!" Sandy slapped her hand down against Brandy's ass cheeks again and again. The loud CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! rang through the room as she spanked her bare ass with all her power. Brandy yelped and cried out at each blow, thrashing and wriggling as her ass cheeks turned pink, then red. "Take... it... back!" she panted. "Noooo!" Sandy spanked her red ass again and again, until Brandy's cries gave way to low grunts at each impact. She was exhausted from the struggle and her ass was burning hot. Sandy was still mad though. She continued to spank her sister's ass even as her body struggled less and became limp across her thighs. As Brandy's legs slipped apart she saw her bald little cunt mound appear from between them and almost was tempted to spank it, knowing that would hurt more. But she did, after all, love her sister, and didn't really want to hurt her. Instead she slid her hand between Brandy's thighs and cupped her cunt firmly, squeezing it in her hand. "You think... you're so much better... than me, Brandy?" she panted. "I know how... hot this gets," she gasped. "I know... you pump... your fingers... just like me." She began squeezing, then rubbing Brandy's cunt mound. Her middle finger pressed deep into the cleft as she rubbed her hand up and down Brandy's cunt mound. The bald little pussy was soft and pulpy and felt hot and wet in her grip as she sawed her middle finger up and down the cleft. "Your pussy... is just as hot... as mine," she gritted, rubbing furiously at Brandy's clitty. Brandy moaned and whimpered, her body trying to pull free again. Sandy held her easily, rubbing her fingers over the pulpy cunt meet and squeezing her clitty. She stiffened her middle finger then and slowly screwed it down into Brandy's pussy as the other girl jerked and twisted hopelessly. "You want a cock just like me. You're just as hot as I am. You just don't have the guts to do it." she hissed, biting off each word. She drove her finger fully into Brandy's cunt and then eased a second inside, then a third, pumping them in and out as she ground her thumb down against Brandy's clitty. Brandy's whole body was hot and glistening with heat, but her insides were warmer still. "You're wet inside," Sandy sneered, pumping harder as she noticed Brandy's ass wiggling from side to side. "N... n... noooooo," Brandy sniffled. "Am... not." "Ha!" Sandy ran her hand over Brandy's soft, red round ass cheeks, then slid it flat along the crease and right down between her legs and over her pussy, squeezing it, then pushing two fingers back inside. She pumped them steadily, flicking her thumb over the clit, rasping the fingers against it as she pumped. She pulled her hands out then, letting go of her sister. She pulled a nearby footstool over and heaved Brandy up across it, belly down. Before the dazed girl could respond, Sandy was between her legs, jerking her thighs wide as she pressed her face into Brandy's crotch. She pried her cunt lips open and pushed hero tongue into Brandy's snatch, slurping on her cunt honey and wriggling her tongue deep into the virgin cunt box. Brandy gasped and jerked but didn't try to pull away as Sandy's tongue worked up and down her slit. Sandy slid two fingers back inside her hole and pumped them as she sucked Brandy's clitty into her mouth and munched on it. "Uuuuuuunnnnnnnnnggggghhhhhhhh!" Brandy groaned. "Yeah," Sandy grinned fiercely, opening her mouth wide as she could and mashing it against Brandy's cunt meat, sucking, chewing, rubbing her lips and teeth against the pink and white flesh, then closing her lips tightly and pushing her mouth hard into Brandy's cunt meat, her tongue pushing out into the girl's hole. Brandy whimpered and shook, her ass wagging from side to side and humping back at Sandy's face. Sandy munched and suckled at Brandy's cunt patch, her tongue sliding up and down, her lips rubbing from side to side, her teeth nipping, gnawing. She peeled her cunt wide and pressed her lips tight against the fuck hole, then blew as hard as she could, then she sucked as hard as she could. She cupped Brandy's cunt mound in her hand and squeezed hard, rubbing her hand up and down to twist the fuck meat. She sucked Brandy's clitty into her mouth and then bit down on it with her teeth, grinding them slowly from side to side over the sensitive little cunt button. And Brandy... went insane. Her whimpers grew to sobs, then to great heaving gasps and pants and groans, then to cries of pleasure and delight and shock. She ground her ass back against Sandy's face with more and more passion and force, her knees sliding apart on the carpet of their own accord to open her crotch up more. She bucked back, fucking her cunt back onto Sandy's tongue and mouth. She rubbed her hard swollen breasts back and forth on the footstool, whining in heat as the rough fabric ground against her sharp, pointed little nipples. Her mouth gaped, her eyes alternately shut tight or blinked wide, wide open. Her breathing was ragged and loud, becoming a hoarse gasping groan at regular intervals. She came, bucking and bouncing and crying out as her cum tore through her and blasted her senses apart. She shook and trembled and trashed madly, her ass bucking like a horse in a rodeo. Sandy's hands held tightly to Brandy's thighs as her lips locked vacuum tight against her drooling wet fuck-pad. She sucked and chewed and rubbed her lips as the girl bounced and writhed and then went limp. She kept licking and sucking as Brandy began to tremble again, the trembling getting rougher and more violent, and she kept licking as Brandy came again, and then again, and then again, gnawing on her clit as she pumped three fingers and her thumb deep into her snatch. And then finally she relented. Like Brandy, she was soaked with sweat, only hers had dampened her clothes. She peeled them off quickly, then knelt behind Brandy and hugged the shivering girl tightly, kissing her on the neck, and then on the cheek. She pulled her off the foot stool. She had to pry Brandy's white knuckles off the edge of the stool, and then pull her back onto the rug where she sat leaning on Sandy, limp, wet, exhausted, her hair a bedraggled mess, some plastered to her face and cheeks. Sandy pushed it aside and kissed her again on the cheek, then on the forehead, hugging her and rocking her as Brandy slowly regained some control over her senses. Then she helped the weary girl to her feet and the two staggered across the room to the bathroom. Sandy ran a hot bubble bath and the two of them sank in side by side, arm in arm. Mandy was a little surprised and very pleased when she got home and found her sister's not yelling at each other. Brandy was lying on her bed reading and Sandy was on the couch doing the same. Both seemed to be in good humour, another surprise, and she told them all about her day, leaving out her posing and masturbating session. Sandy hadn't told Brandy about her and Mandy yet. Brandy was already having a little trouble coping with the two of them and their sudden sexual interlude. She wanted her to get used to that idea before springing the information about herself and Mandy. So Mandy was puzzled and pleased at how well they got along all that evening. Sandy didn't enlighten her at all until the next morning when she whispered that she wanted to go into the shower with Brandy instead of her. Sandy was delighted, even though it meant she and Sandy wouldn't get to rub pussies. She was happy that Sandy was going to try and include Brandy in their fun and games. As usual, Brandy went into the shower first. But this morning Sandy got up only a minute after hearing the shower go on and went in after her, winking at Mandy as she went. She opened the door without knocking and then closed it, then padded to the shower door and slowly eased it open. Brandy was standing in the corner, her eyes closed, her hands in her groin rubbing up and down. Her arms were mashing her breasts together from the side and she was groaning low in her throat as she rubbed her soapy pussy. Sandy smiled wickedly, then closed the door and moved up right beside her sister. Brandy gasped and opened her eyes as she felt another hand placed over her own. She stared at Sandy, who smiled back. Then slid her hand beneath Brandy's and rubbed her soapy, bald little cunt, sliding her other hand behind Brandy's head and pulling her forward. They kissed, hesitantly at first, then with white hot passion. Brandy's arms went around her and crushed her to her breast as she mashed her mouth against Sandy. Sandy was taken aback by the force of her sister's lust. She'd expected to have to persuade her to do anything and had been prepared to be kicked out of the shower. Instead Brandy was all over her. She felt herself pushed back against the opposite wall, Brandy's breasts mashing against hers as she pulled her tight. They kissed, the kiss hard and desperate, their tongues whipping together, their lips moving and crushing her own, her hands kneading her ass flesh and squeezing her breasts. The water poured down around them as the two wet young teenagers staggered from side to side, stroking, squeezing, kneading, rubbing and fondling each other, grunting and moaning and whimpering in pleasure as they stoked the fires in each other's loins. To Sandy's surprise, Brandy became the aggressor, ramming her back against the wall so hard she lost her balance and slid down to her knees on the shower floor. Brandy came down with her, twisting so they both went down on their sides. Brandy gnawed and sucked at her nipple as Sandy gulped and gasped and groaned in pleasure. Brandy was grinding her fingers down hard on Sandy's clitty, rolling and squeezing it as she thrust two fingers into Sandy's cunt tunnel. Then her lips were crushing Sandy's again, her tongue pushing deep as one hand pumped three fingers into her snatch and ground her clitty down with her thumb, while the other hand mashed and mauled her swollen breasts. Sandy groaned low in her throat, one of her hands stroking Brandy's ass flesh, the other flat on the floor, pinned beneath her own body. She kissed Brandy and whimpered as her body hummed with sexual electricity like a high tension wire. And then Mandy was there, kneeling on the floor beside them, pressing her lips against her sister's as the two way kiss turned into a three way. Brandy stared at Sandy in astonishment at first, but very quickly accepted her. Sandy crawled around and began licking Brandy's cunt as Brandy finger fucked Sandy. Brandy groaned and began to hump back against her as Mandy rubbed her clitty and sucked her cunt flesh. Then she and Mandy pulled Brandy over onto her back. Mandy knelt between her legs, licking and slurping at her pussy, while Sandy squatted over her face, kneading and stroking her titties. Brandy squeezed her ass and began slurping at her own cunt, sliding her tongue up and down the slit just as Sandy had done to her the other day. Then Sandy toppled over onto her side. Brandy kept her face pressed to her crotch, licking and sucking as Sandy grabbed Mandy's body and dragged her ass over. All three were soon on their sides, legs wide as they sucked each other. Sandy licked a shaking Mandy, who sucked a trembling Brandy, who tongued a shuddering Sandy. All three squeezed and rubbed the ass of the girl she was licking, running her hands up her body to fondle her breasts. They sucked for long, long minutes, first one girl cumming, then another, then another, repeated several times. Only after their tongues and jaws were so sore they could hardly move them did they ease up on their pussy lapping. Then they soaped each other up, massaging each other's flesh, taking delight in the softness and sleekness and warmth and beauty of each other's bodies. They rubbed their soapy bodies together, kissing and fondling each other as they stood together in the center of the shower stall. And then finally the came out of the shower stall, dried each other, and went back to their bedroom, where they lay arm in arm, kissing and stroking each other for long minutes while Brandy confessed about what she had been doing in the library with her english teacher. "That was one of the reasons I was mad at you," she confessed to Sandy, "because it could have been me that got caught and I was practically shaking with the idea." "But it was worth it, wasn't it?" "Ohhhhh yeeesssss," she groaned with a smile. Sandy laughed. "Nobody ever fucked me," Mandy sighed. "I'll have Mark fuck you if you like," Sandy said. "Would you?" "He deserves a reward for keeping his mouth shut." "I like Mark." "Just remember who he belongs to. You find your own boyfriend after he pops your cherry." Mandy didn't tell her that she'd already popped her cherry with the... the... vibrator, was what it was called. Mandy was to come to know the vibrator much better. She went back to pose for Sean that day and right away, what he wanted was not for her to stand up but sit down. He placed the base of the vibrator on the edge of the pedestal and motioned her over. "Sit down," he said. She stared at the vibrator, then at him. He smiled thinly, then he gripped her pussy in a tight grip as he held her by the upper arm. She wriggled but he held her too tightly to pull away as he began to squeeze and finger her pussy. He shifted his other hand to her hair, pulling it back, forcing her head back as he rubbed her pussy and forced h is fingers up into her. She didn't like the way he was treating her now, and didn't understand it, but her cunt liked it a lot and wouldn't let he disobey. Almost as soon as he touched it her cunt began to steam and bubble with heat and soon her legs were all rubbery and she was moaning and whimpering in helpless sexual need. Then he pushed her back against the pedestal and bent her back, forcing her ass down onto the vibrator. She groaned as she tried to let herself down onto it easily. She groaned as it pushed into her cunt and then her greasy cunt sheath slid down around it. And then she was sitting flat on the pedestal, her eyes wide, her back straight, her mouth opening as she sat stiffly, the vibrator way up inside her, afraid to breath for the cramps and pains inside her gut from the deep penetration of the plastic tool. Sean returned to his painting, moving quickly as he watched her. Slowly she began to move, to shiver and tremble, then shudder, her body twitching and jerking. Then she threw back her head and cried out in ecstasy as she came. Her body began to grind down on the pedestal, to rub back and forth as she began to fondle her breasts and pinch her nipples. She forgot about Sean and the painting as she began to hump and bounce her ass up and down on the pedestal, her body convulsing through repeated orgasms as the thing chewed up her insides. She pulled her feet up onto the pedestal, then squatted there, rising and falling over the vibrator, fucking herself on it like it was a cock, groaning with strain as she forced her body up and down, up and down, her cunt sliding up and down the length of the now greasy fuck tool. In truth she was miserable about the posing. She felt used and embarrassed and vowed each time not to go back, or when she went back not to submit to his wishes, but always she went back and always he forced her body to submit to her own lust and then let the vibrator to the rest. Sometimes he would excite her with the vibrator and then take it away, once giving her a banana to fuck herself with instead, and another time giving her a cucumber, long and so thick she could barely fit it into her hot snatch. He never forced her really. If she had fought him, struck him, not come back, she didn't think he would do anything. But once he got his hand on her naked pussy, once he got ahold of her and started fingering her bald crotch... she was lost. Never once did he try to fuck her, nor even to kiss her. As she had guessed, he was a homosexual and completely uninterested in her body, except as a subject for his painting. And finally the painting was finished. He wouldn't let her see it until he had framed it and placed it under a light, then he stood back proudly and let her look. Her eyes bugged out as she stared at it. It was indeed abstract, but not like she'd thought it would be. It was her, completely realistic, completely visible right down to her bald little snatch. She was... sitting on a big banana, her legs kicking wildly, her back arched, her hands outstretched and a look of indescribable ecstasy on her face as she obviously climaxed. She was supposed to be outdoors and in the middle of a big field of gigantic yellow bananas, all of them waist high and thicker than her torso. There was a tree on her right and big green cucumbers protruded from it in all directions. One of them was pointing straight at her mouth, only a few inches away, so it looked like she was about to swallow it. The frame already had a little title plaque, she saw, it said HARLOT"S RIDE. She stared at it, at her ecstatic face, her round breasts and hard nipples, her bared crotch and the banana she was sitting on. She couldn't believe it. "What the hell is this?" She cried. He looked disappointed. "You don't like it?" "You said it would be abstract!" "It is." "I mean... I didn't think people would be able to recognize me!!" "Oh, you thought it would be a bunch of squiggly lines, or something like Picasso? NO, no, this is it." "But... but... you can't show that to anyone!!" "It's going to be my entry in the city wide competition for under twenty-ones at the City Gallery next week." "What? You can't do that. Everyone will see me naked!" "Really, Mandy," he frowned, "I didn't think you would act so dreary. This is an artistic statement about the wantonness and depravity of woman." "What the hell are you talking about?" "It's a play on the garden of Eden, can't you see that? See all the snakes?" She hadn't noticed, but now that she did she saw one sliding out of the banana, like it was an apple, and it was curled up towards her crotch. "It looks like I'm being fucked by a banana!!" "This isn't you, Mandy. It's a representation of all of womanhood and their unnatural lusts." "You filthy, perverted little weasel! You're the one who gave me the banana and the cucumber and the vibrator!" "So?" "But... but... but... " "I didn't force you to do anything, Mandy. I fondled you to climax so I could study your face as you came. You could have stopped me. But don't you see? That's exactly what I'm talking about. You, as a woman, were totally controlled by your genitals. You shed all dignity and pride to masturbate and thus satisfy your female cravings." She stared at him in stunned amazement. Then she looked at the painting again. "I want that painting," she glared. "Forget it. I put in too much work on it to let you hide it away because you're shy." "I don't want to hide it away. I want to burn it!" He looked at her, horrified. "All I can say, Mandy Thompson, is you are no artist," he sniffed, taking his painting and stalking off. "Oooohhhhh Noooooo!" she groaned, watching him leave. The Triplets!-08 ff/mf/fff/teen/incest Mandy was in a quandary as she wandered through the halls. She knew how outraged her sisters would be if that painting became common knowledge. It didn't matter much that it was her and not them pictured, after all, it looked exactly like them too. On the other hand she knew they thought her something of a half-wit. They tended to treat her like a child, which wasn't always bad, but didn't need any reinforcement just now. She hated to be yelled at, especially by Brandy or Sandy, and both were likely to do so, in stereo, when they found out what she'd done. Then there was the problem of what Sandy would do, especially if she found out just how Sean had achieved that oh so accurate picture of her in the midst of an orgasm. She'd problem beat him up, which would get her into trouble, and likely expelled. Mandy hated violence, even against someone like Sean, and certainly didn't want to get Sandy expelled. But she had no idea what to do! She'd already told Sean she wanted the picture and that he shouldn't display it, and he'd said no. What else could she do? Brandy would know something to do. Brandy always knew what to do. She could go and see Mister Spencer! He was their arts teacher. He was a sensitive man and would see right away that Sean's picture was not only offensive to women but would cause deep trouble for her. Sean was his favorite student, of course, but that wouldn't matter. He was a teacher and that meant he simply had to be fair. She hurried to his office, knocking urgently, rather than with the soft, hesitant tap she normally used. "Yes?" she heard. "It's me, Mandy Thompson," she called, "Can I come in, Mister Spencer?" He opened the door and pulled it back, motioning her inside. His office was small and crowded with books, papers, and projects from students, but then most teachers didn't even have an office. He was head of the arts department though. "Sit down, Mandy. What can I do for you?" She sat down and began to explain everything that had happened, leaving out how Sean masturbated her and how she used the vibrator and other things on herself, leaving out her shaved pussy as well. "Hmmmm, as I understand it you agreed to pose for him." "But I thought it would be abstract... more abstract, I mean." "Mandy, you should know better than that. Abstract is anything the artist terms it. Not everything abstract is totally opaque, some conceptual work is only a slight distortion of reality. In the case of the painting you've described it is a mix of reality and imagination. Certainly giant bananas can't be termed anything but abstract." "Weeeeelllll," she squirmed unhappily. "I haven't seen it yet, of course, but Sean has kept me informed to some extent on the progress of the work." "He has?" "Well, of course. After all, I sponsored him to the gallery contest," he said proudly. "Ohhh." She wondered just how much Sean had told him. "Frankly, I don't think you have anything to be embarrassed about. Any artist will recognize that it is merely an artist's interpretation and statement about his vision of reality." "But... but... they'll see me naked!" she protested. "There's nothing intrinsically faultworthy in the naked human body, Mandy," he sighed, as though disappointed in her. "And certainly, even by this society's stringent concepts of attractiveness you have little to fear. You are quite a attractive young woman." "But my sisters will be furious." "Why should it involve them?" "Well it's their body too. I mean, it isn't, but it is. I mean, people will think it is, which it is, if you get my meaning." He sighed wearily. "What exactly was the pose? Describe it." "Well it was sort of, with my arms up and my head back and this leg out sort of, and my knee bent, and then this one back and to one side and... " "Wait." He held up his hand. "Show me the pose." She stood up and tried to pose as she had but she was wearing a dress with a tube skirt and she couldn't open her legs enough. "Uhm, I can't in this." "Then remove it. Unless it's simple nudity you're embarrassed about." "Well, uh, no, not really." "Well then?" She swallowed nervously, but she'd done it with Sean, so... She unzipped the back of her dress and let it slip down around her ankles. She wasn't wearing any underwear because she had come right from posing and had been so upset at seeing the painting she'd forgotten to put hers on. She reddened as he looked at her, but then he motioned with his hands for he to go ahead. She assumed the pose she had done for Sean. "Was that the way you appeared in the painting?" "No." "How did you appear in the painting?" "Well, I was sort of sitting on a banana, only it was really big." "Like a stool?" A high one." "Turn that chair around and straddle the side of the back." "Oh. Okay." She turned the heavy chair to one side and slid her ass back onto the back of it, spreading her legs as she perched on the edge, raising her hands and arching her back. "Wait a minute," he said. He got up and pulled what looked like a lunch box out from beneath his desk. "This is very fortuitous," he murmured. He opened the box and brought out a banana, then leaned forward and placed the end against her bared slit. "Hold that in place... Oh, you can't can you if you're to keep your arms posed like that." He got up and stood beside her as she swallowed uneasily, then he pressed the banana against her slit and held it there as she held her pose. "And your expression?' Was this really necessary, she thought. But then he was the teacher. She tried to form her face into an expression of bliss. That was embarrassing too. She hadn't posed like that, after all. Sean had painted her as she was in orgasm. She felt a little tingle in her loins. She was straddling the chair back and it was pressing up tight against her ass and cunt mound. And was the banana moving against her. No, he was holding it still. She must be moving. No, he was moving it, just a little. "Hmmmmmm," he said. "It's hard to evaluate. Maybe you'll do better if I do this like Sean did. Her eyes opened wide at those words. So Sean HAD told him! Then fingers began rubbing against her slit, rubbing up and down over her clitty. She gasped and brought her arms down and her head forward. He was standing right beside her and before she could do anything to move away his left arm slid around her. He was a large man, though thin, and his arm almost completely encircled her, pinning her left arm to her side. Her right arm was pinned between his side and her other side and he held her firmly in place as he rubbed the fingers of his right hand up and down her slit. She moaned weakly, her cunt hissing and sparkling with sexual desire, desire that increased with each passing second. She jerked several times, trying to pull away, but he didn't even have to hold her hard to keep her where she was. And then she moaned and let her head fall back as a muscle spasm in her groin made her body go rubbery for a moment. He twisted a finger up inside her pussy and pumped it in and out as she rubbed and squeezed her clitty, and she melted against him, trembling and shaking, her head moving in fits and starts, the slowly falling back as she groaned long and low. She felt her vaginal lips spreading and with massive effort brought her head forward and looked down to see the banana half buried in her quim. She watched dazedly as Spencer pushed it in right to the oppose tip he was holding. She felt full, bulging inside. She whimpered as he let go of the banana and began rubbing her clitty with his fingers again. Her body was racked with convulsions that sent her jerking backwards, further along the back of the chair. Her legs left the floor, twitching and shaking and jerking and bouncing against the sides of the chair as she leaned back and screwed her ass down onto the back of the chair, griding her cunt pad across the soft leather as her body blasted into orgasmic release. Her upper body twisted and gyrated like a go-go dancer as her legs slapped and bounced against the chair and her head lolled backwards. Then Spencer gripped her by the upper arms and jerked her forward off the chair, pushing her belly against the side of his desk and bending her over it. She groaned anew as her breasts were crushed against the hard wood. She felt his hands stroking her buttocks, and as she started to come down from her sexual high, his hands slid to her thighs and pulled them wide apart. Then she felt his tongue at her crotch. He licked his tongue up and down her slit, twirling it against her clitty as he pried the banana out of her spasming box.She grunted as she felt the banana sliding out of her, then groaned as he thrust it back in. He pumped the banana in and out several times as he licked at her clitty and slit, then pushed it far inside, until the tip was just between her cunt lips. His hands slid up and down her thighs as he slurped and sucked on her half open box, then they slid upwards onto her soft round ass cheeks and began to caress them with hungry delight. She groaned again and again, feeling the pressure and heat build up in her groin again. Her eyes focused and unfocused as her mind reeled. The air puffed out between her clenched teeth as she began to jerk and bounce against the table. Then he slowly eased the banana out of her slit and stood up. She heard the sound of a zipper going down, then felt something exquisitely soft against her slit. She blinked and panted and stared at the wall the desk was pressed against. She felt that soft thing pressing into her, piercing her cunt lips and moving into her body. She knew what it was and there was a strange sense of both loss and gratification that a male cock was finally going into her virgin sheath. It felt very different than the banana, or the vibrator or the cucumber had. It felt much nicer, muuuuuuch nicer. She inhaled, the sound loud and harsh as the air rushed down her throat, then her body shuddered as she felt his cock knob mash up against her cervix. "Ohhhhhh! Oh Myyyy!" she groaned, her eyes wide, then they slowly closed to narrow slits... until he slid his cock back down he pussy tunnel and then thrust forward hard. At that her eyes opened wide and her back arched as she let out a cry of pleasure. She forgot about the painting, forgot about her embarrassment, forgot about her sisters. She had a cock inside her, a cock FUCKing her, and that was all that mattered right then. She pushed herself upwards off the desk top, wanting to see behind her, to see the penis pushing into her vagina. She turned her head to look and saw his cock shaft, or some of it anyway, as it slid back out from between her ass cheeks. Then his lips were pressing against her mouth, his left hand griping her hair in a painfully tight hold and twisting her head over to the right so he could mash his lips against her. His right hand slid around her and squeezed her breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples, and mashing his fingers deep into the malleable tit meat, distorting their perfect roundness. Then his hand slid down her belly and in between her legs, his fingertips sliding between her gaping cunt lips and pressing down hard against her clitty, forcing it down against his cock as it slid back and forth between her cunt lips. She whined and groaned, panting and gasping for breath as her overheated body boiled and churned with sexual bliss. She came again, instinctively humping her ass back against Spencer as she mewled in mindless delight. A bright white flared before her eyes, blinding her, sealing her in her own world with the frantic blasting sensations of ecstasy rippling up and down her nervous system. She almost fell forward hard into the desk but Spencer gripped her around the belly. She lolled almost lifelessly, her head falling forward, her eyes dull, jaw slack. He held her against him, then pulled his cock out of her slit. Holding her steady, he pressed the head of his cock against her asshole. She didn't realize it at first, nor hear his murmured comments about lack of birth control. She felt a sharp little stabbing pain in her ass, but her mind was barely aware of anything at that moment. Then when she did resume some awareness she felt his cock pushing deep into her rectum. Her eyes opened in shock. This was not something she'd ever even thought about doing. She'd only even heard of it the other week when Sandy had brought it up to embarrass their parents. Now she could feel his thick organ up in her guts, causing cramping pains as the head lodged against the very end of her ass tube. She groaned in pain, shaking her head to try and clear it. Spencer's hips were pressing her into the side of the desk and his arms were around her under her arms. She could do nothing, had no energy to do anything, as he slowly pumped his hips forward and drew them back, sliding his hard cock up and down her anal tube. She whimpered in confusion and unhappiness, not liking the feel of his big cock in her rectum. But then one of his hands slid down between her legs again and began fingering her clitty. The pain dissolved in the steamy buffeting howl of pleasure that tore through her. She groaned and let her head loll back against his chest as he pumped harder into her. His fingers squeezing and twisting and pulling at her clitty as he thrust deeply into her rectum. She shivered and jerked and grunted, her hips bruised as the banged repeatedly into the side of the desk. Her ass felt hot and raw as his cock pistoned up and down inside it, and yet her body rippled with sexual bliss. Then he thrust hard into her, harder than before, his hips smashing into her ass cheeks, his cock spearing up into her bowels. The hand around her chest jerked back hard, arching her back against him as his cock spewed out a hot, heavy load of sperm, pumping thick, creamy wads up into her guts. She came, her mouth opening in a soundless howl of anguished pleasure as fire ripped up and down her body. She heaved and shook and writhed in his grasp, her hips grinding against the side of the desk as her asshole swallowed all his cum and tried to suck his cock in deeper still. Then he let her down onto the desk as he staggered back to fall into his chair. His cock slipped out of her asshole with a sharp slurping pop and she lay near unconsciously across his desk, trying to bring together the scattered parts of her mind. Mandy tearfully confessed all to her sisters that night. As she'd expected, they were furious. They didn't curse at her thought, nor even yell at her... much. They saved most of their anger for Sean and Mister Spencer. This confused her to a degree since she thought she was really to blame. She didn't even really mind what Mister Spencer had done. It had felt so wonderful, after all. She got shivers just thinking about how fantastic it had been. Sandy was all for taking a butcher knife and cutting off Sean's and Mister Spencer's cocks. Brandy slowly talked her out of it, and the two developed a plan both to get even and to get back the painting. "Hello, Mister Spencer, It's meee," the musical voice called. Spencer shook his head a little and gave a snort of condescending amusement. He pushed back his chair and opened the door to find Mandy standing there, wearing a sweet looking little dress. "Mandy, my dear. Come in," he smiled. She shook her head, smiling back. She turned to look both ways, then turned back to him. "Wanna have some fun again?" she said, almost whispering. "Well, now, I'm a little busy, but I can always make time for one of my favorite students." "Let's go to the studio. There's more room." He shrugged and smiled down at her as he came out of his office and accompanied her down the hall to the studio. He unlocked it and led her inside, flicking on the light. It didn't come on. He grumbled and looked around. There was light coming from somewhere. "We don't need light, Mister Spencer," Mandy said, her small hand folding around his crotch and squeezing it. He grinned and slid his hand up under her skirt, squeezing her ass. He pulled her against him and kissed her deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth. She pulled back after a moment, giggling a little. She stepped back and she could see the light was coming through the partly closed curtains. She reached down to the hem of her short dress and gripped the hem cross handed, lifting the dress up and off in a single fluid motion. She was naked, but for high heels. She turned and waved her bottom at him, grinning. His hands quickly undid his pants and pulled them down, together with his underwear. He stepped out of them, then unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off as well. He walked forward in just his shoes as Mandy continued to wave her ass saucily at him. She shuffled forward and he followed, blinking his eyes in the dim light. Suddenly there was a cry of pain from his right. Just then Mandy turned and brought her knee up into his crotch. He cried out and doubled over as she shoved him to the right, hard. He stumbled and fell across someone on the floor. Then the lights sprang on. He saw that he was lying on top of Sean, who was also naked. They both groaned as they tried to cup their balls with one hand and push away from each other with the other. Mandy stood back snapping pictures and laughing. No, that wasn't Mandy. It couldn't be. And there were two of them. The one snapping pictures was wearing a pants suit. The naked Mandy was putting on her dress and sneering at the two naked males on the floor. "This will look outstanding on the front of the school paper, Mister Spencer," the clothed Mandy said, in a deadly voice. "Yeah, you two fags will be real popular with the principal, not to mention your wife, Spencer, you dumb fuck." "B... Brandy!" Spencer gasped, still cupping his balls as he tried to rise. Sean looked around wildly. "Josh?" he called. Josh Taylor came out of the shadows, donning his shirt and grinning down at the beleaguered boy. "Brandy is a good friend of mine, Sean," he sighed, "And I never liked you anyway. Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I have to like ALL assholes." "Okay you two fuck heads," one of the fake Mandy's said. "We want the painting, or else both of you are dead meat." "Noooo," Sean groaned, his lip quivering. "Give them the painting you stupid fucker!" Spencer growled. "But I worked so hard," Sean wailed. Spencer finally let go of his balls and grabbed his pants. Then yelped as he felt a hard foot in his rear that sent him thumping into the wall. He fell down again, looking up fearfully at one of the fake Mandys. "Sandy," he said, with certainty. "Right, asshole. Now where's the painting." "Where is it?" He gritted at Sean. "I locked it in one of the cabinets." "Get it." Sean got up warily, still holding his crotch as he shuffled across the room to one of the wall cabinets, spun the dial and unlocked it. He brought out the painting and carried it back to the group waiting by the wall. "All women are whores," he said sulkily, as Sandy took the painting from him. She examined it briefly and then brought it down across his head. His head and torso tore through the canvas and he fell to the floor, his arms pinned by the frame. "Oh, and Mister Spencer," Brandy said, "Mandy and I don't want to be in any of your classes any more. So you'll resign from the school tomorrow morning." "I will not!" "You either resign or get fired. If you get fired for this," she held up her camera, "You'll never work again." "Asshole," Sandy added. She tore the painting off Sean and ripped the torn canvas free from the frame, scrunching it up setting it on fire with a small lighter, then tossing it into a nearby wastebasket. "And as for you, you little prick," Sandy glared at Sean, who crawled backwards away from her. "If you show up at school again and I see you, I'm gonna cut off your dick and put it under the wheel of the first bus I come to." The two walked out of the room, with Josh following. Mark knocked on the door, but it opened before his fist. He pushed it open and walked in. "Sandy?" he called. "Brandy? Mandy?" He knew their parents weren't home because Sandy had told him. He walked further into the room, closing the door behind him. Then the lights came on. Sandy was standing by the light switch, her beautiful face haloed by a shimmering mass of golden hair. She wore a pink satin camisole with tiny straps and a little pair of pink bikini panties. She looked hungrily at him and he felt his cock give a lurch. Then Sandy stepped out of the doorway to the kitchen. She had her hair made identically to the first one, only she was wearing a blue lace bra and G-string, a matching garter belt and bustier, and high stockings with high heels. He gulped and felt his cock bulge against his jeans. Then Sandy stepped out of the doorway to the bathroom. Her hair was the same as the other two, and she was wearing a red silk teddy. His cock threatened to rip through his pants. "I'm in heaven," he gasped, as the three sauntered towards him. 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