Message-ID: <43623asstr$1059354604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: El Sol X-X-Sender: munster@er6.rutgers.edu X-Original-Message-ID: X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2003 16:36:52 -0400 (EDT) Subject: {ASSM} "The Wolf Summers" By ElSol (Chapter 8/10) (Mdom, Incest) Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2003 21:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, dennyw Author's note for Email: I do not read this email address contact me at munster (at) remus (dot) rutgers (dot) edu. <1st attachment, "summer8.txt" begin> The Wolf Summers By ElSol Author's Notes: The Winter Interlude occurs before this chapter and after Chapter 7. Please read that first until I get how the right order will work on SOL. Edited by Consonant Smile. Thank you. Edited by author. (7/05/03). Chapter 8: First Year Adjustments The middle of a male story... Before Michelle dragged Brittany back into my life I had been having a good senior year, after the winter interlude my senior year was phenomenal. We started the swim season ranked number one in a state known as a swimming powerhouse, which by default gave us the number one ranking in the region. Most experts ranked us number two in the nation. By the end of the swim season, there was no doubt that we were the best high school swim team in the country. The twins and I had been unbeaten in the pool our junior year. I had a couple of close calls in individual races but always managed to pull it out in the last seconds. Everyone expected the same for our senior year, but we were all surprised by just how much we dominated swimming events. My desire to earn scholarship money to supplement the Smith scholarship made me focus obsessively during practice. In competition I joined the twins in beating even our best rivals by body lengths. It was like throwing blood into the water with sharks. The colleges came sniffing with an intent to get at least one us. Sean swam free and butterfly, Patrick swam free and backstroke. This left me with breaststroke, and the individual medleys. I was not a great breaststroker but by coincidence none of the national contenders in that stroke swam in our region. We ended our high school swimming careers never having lost a relay race. The schools figured out that I would go where the twins went and they in turn would go where our coach went. After a few offers of his own, the coach felt us out about going somewhere other than our first choice. The twins were noncommittal, but I told the coach that our families would be better off with our first choice because the twins and I would only be a half hour drive away. Coach decided not to push the issue since as long as the twins were 'his' he would be the frontrunner for the job he wanted. The Olympics were in the twins' future and while they had talent no one doubted they were also very well coached. In four years, he would be the man for the job. The twins and I signed our letters of intent. My improvement impressed the school enough that they awarded me a full scholarship along with the twins. The twins turned theirs down since they had the money but I kept it just in case the Smith money was needed for other things like Marisa's education. The twins could have been in the Olympics that summer but for reasons of their own they did not try out. My sex life was the best it had ever been. I decided to start college during the summer semester to take some academic weight off during the school year so my mother was losing me sooner than expected. The growing feelings of loss translated into nights of sweaty, almost desperate sex with my mother. Karen's sexuality had matured to fit the mold of the other women in my family. She, like Brittany, seemed always wet for me and gladly followed where I led her sexually. Brittany came home every other weekend now that we had reestablished a sexual relationship. Esmeralda, the aunt who was with us when Karen's father was chastised, became a part of my sexual landscape as she insisted on receiving her 'due' at regular intervals. Michelle went a little crazy with her burgeoning sexual power. Her sexuality always struck me as fitting more into the conventional male mold. She aggressively pursued other girls in our school to deliver them to our bed. She used any available hold she could to get them there. The first half of my senior year she only managed two but by the end of the school year five more fell before Michelle's sexual hunger. It brought the count to four seniors, two juniors and a freshman. The freshman female brought a halt to expanding our adventures. Her sexual hunger was a match for Michelle's and she required a great deal of our attention until it was time for me to leave. Graduation seemed anticlimactic after the senior year I had, but it was a ritual we had to keep. The twins and I got our mothers to agree to a small celebration at their house. Small was a relative term when it came to our mothers having to cut the apron strings. My guests outnumbered the Smith guests since my entire family was invited. No one on the Smith side complained because I started a trend when I persuaded Michael to bring my Uncle Ovaldo and Aunt Esmeralda into Smith Holdings. The ambitions of the male managers of the Corporation were increasing and becoming more obvious as the twins' departure from home came closer. Michael was not afraid of losing control but was worried about the problems that any ensuing power struggle could produce. By the time of graduation, a good number of my extended family members worked for the Smiths while others were waiting in the wings. Rachel and Michael's grip on the companies' management became tighter and tighter as they surrounded themselves with a loyal pack of wolves. Rachel gained the benefit of less male suitors as my family slowly reclaimed her territory and power. I had gotten close to Rachel again during the second half of my senior year. It was easier to ignore my wanting of her since my sex life was going fantastically. Regardless of the cooling of my aloofness towards Rachel, I enjoyed watching my family's fierce stewardship and was vastly amused watching her suitors' attempts to get around Ovaldo. Incredibly enough the graduation party did not end in an orgy considering how many of my women attended the bash. I ended up alone with Rachel when everyone left. We sat in her kitchen most of the night talking about nothing while I tried to repress the thought that I would have to part and say goodnight. There were two weeks after graduation before I would have to start my summer classes. The decision to live at the school instead of making daily commutes had been made when the twins decided not to join the coach in his summer program at State. They wanted to enjoy the freedom of their last summer before college. They were still in training but that seemed to be the only responsibility they wanted. I jumped at the opportunity for more individual coaching, which had been extremely helpful in improving my times. Even if I had to dip into the Smith money, taking summer classes would lessen the load during the school year and the time I would have for the extra coaching would be worth it. Michael kicked me out of my summer job knowing that I had a lot of transitioning to undergo. He told me we could talk again when I started getting bored with my schedule. I spent the two weeks having sex, hanging out with the twins and searching with my current martial arts instructor for another instructor closer to the college. Michael was interested in the search since the twins would also need a different instructor. We got lucky on one of the trips and found the right people for both our needs. Michael had decided to move the twins down a more traditional Japanese path. We knew we were in the right place for the twins when we walked into it. It was a small school with only two small windows inside a white building. The instructor was old but we could sense his control. We bowed to him as he approached us. Michael talked in his office while my instructor and I waited. The instructor was happy to take on the responsibility of the twins and even made a suggestion regarding my own needs. We took his suggestion under advisement and drove to the school he recommended. The school was more modern than the first and had an instructor just a couple of years older than Michael. It was a Tae Kwon Do school for financial reasons but the instructor had spent years studying Jujitsu in Brazil. The school was doing very well because of the mixture of classes and his assistant instructors. He had one who had come with him from Brazil and a Latin female Tae Kwon Do master. I had to give him credit for his choice of location; it made the school convenient for mothers to bring their children. He was close to the university and marketed almost exclusively to its female population. He got the most from his marketing money since the males followed the females and a lot stayed when they got a little taste of the combative nature of the advanced classes. He told us about his expansion plans to build and equip a small gym. He figured that if he did not charge much he might get the mothers and fathers to separate with more money if they could get in their workouts while their kids took classes. We met his assistant instructors and lust flared when his female instructor came in. She had straight black hair to her shoulders, a very pretty face with classic Spanish lines under latte skin, but her large muscular hips and ass made my hands itch. Her eyes had a feminine challenge in them but the eyes also told you that if you won the challenge she would be yours. She perceived something when she entered the room and she walked over to take a closer look at me. I met her eyes and absorbed the challenge. She smiled realizing we could be interesting. I decided this was the right place for me. The owner carried himself with an air of competency that every male I ever respected had. It took a load off my mind, and I was able to concentrate on sexual pleasure for the last few days of my summer break. The move was a tearjerker for my mother. I tried to keep everything low-key but we both knew I would not have a lot of time to visit. I was not allowed a car at school and I would be trying to get used to a new lifestyle. There had been an error made in my housing so I was placed in the same dorm as a school program to help 'disadvantaged' students. The concept was to start them early and provide more transitional help. I did not mind since I would have been among them were it not for the grace of the Smiths. For some reason the program coordinators were not happy with my housing assignment, but the school could not move me due to the renovations of the other dorms and a higher than expected summer occupancy. The best they could do to isolate me from the program members was to put me in a private room. My mother helped me unpack and put things away. Finally, we both stood in the middle of the room with nothing left for her to do. She was looking fairly lost and I knew she was thinking that in several years Marisa would be doing this. All of her children would be gone in a period that was arriving too soon for her. She turned to look out my window. I smiled at her back and moved to her. I wrapped my arms around her neck and pushed my hips into her. She pushed back against me so that I made snug contact with her lower back. She gasped as she felt my intent. I turned her around so that my hard dick pressed into her stomach. She turned her face up for my lips. I captured her mouth to combine the taste of our need. She was desperate again but I pressed her against the wall and with my mouth forced her to slow down. She grunted as I rubbed myself on her belly. I felt her relax as she followed my lead and deepened the kiss pushing away her desperation. I put my hand under her blouse and pushed her skirt and panties down her legs. She broke the kiss so that I could get them to the floor and stepped out of them. She pulled her shirt and bra off so that she could stand in front of me naked. Barefoot, she only came up to my chest but height is unnecessary when your curves kill. Her breasts had only the sag that comes with being full. Working out with Rachel had maintained her body and there was even a hint of muscle lines on her tummy. She had wide hips and a rounded ass so keeping her body tight made her sexier than ever. She read my desire to slow down and took it to heart. She pulled my shirt out of my pants but did it slowly so that she could kiss and lick every inch that she exposed. She changed her mind about doing it standing up and pushed me so that I sat down on the bed. She kept pushing me until I was supine with my feet barely touching the ground. She straddled my thighs and exposed more of my skin. She went from kissing and licking to licking and nibbling my body. I had wanted it slow but she made it torture as she licked my nipples. That particular act usually did nothing for me but she was so intent and focused on tasting me that her every touch was excruciating. She helped me out of my shirt and straddled my hips. She kissed me for at least fifteen minutes. It would not have taken that long to do a thorough job but I had grabbed two handfuls of her ass and was going through the manual of arms for ass handling. My mother loved my hands on her ass and the environment of the room changed as her heat and the scent of her arousal filled it. It was my finger playing with the outside edge of her anal rose that was too much for her. The desperation returned as she reached between her legs to undo my pants. She was struggling because I had not released her ass and had begun to penetrate it with my finger. She fumbled her way through uncovering me and pushing my pants halfway down my thighs, which was enough for what she needed. She raised her hips up and took me in her hand. She placed the head of my dick just inside her pussy to give us the right alignment. She lowered her weight seating me inside of her. She shivered as her body adjusted to me. She leaned down so that her hair framed my face and we went back to kissing. She stroked up and down four inches of my dick slowly to keep the excitement moving towards its natural conclusion. I felt her first orgasm wash over her. Her lips froze open in anticipation of the pleasure, and her body tensed. I pulled my hips down and fucked myself hard into her to take her over the top. She cried out and put her forehead on mine as her body squeezed down on me. She breathed in pants for the seconds it took for the pleasure to hit her and dissipate. I needed something more from our joining so I turned us so that she was on her back. I pulled out of her long enough to take my pants and underwear off. I dragged her so her ass was almost off the bed. The bed was low so it was convenient to rest most of my weight on her pussy when I fucked into her. I pushed her legs down by the bottom of her knees. She gasped and pushed upwards as I let gravity settle me inside her body. I put one knee on the bed reserving the gravity fuck for later. I pulled myself nearly out of her slowly and fucked back into her even slower. She shook her head in frustration wanting it harder and tried to force it by capturing my hips in her hands. She pulled on me but I kept to slow complete strokes in and out of her. Her eyes pleaded with me, as the desperation of loss became the most prominent emotion again. The strokes began to do for her what they were doing for me. The slow in and out motion soothed the fear. The conclusion was the natural result of who we were. The buildup was slow but it was leading to a massive orgasm for both us. She looked into my eyes and her body told her it would be okay. We were linked: my hard cock moving in and out of her joined us in more ways than the physical. We had always been inevitable. Her second orgasm came when the desperation fled in the face of the commitment my body was giving hers. My mother's pussy bore down on me as hard as it could so I had to add power to my fucking into her but it made no difference to our situation. No one ever had to know about us but my cum inside her body was something that would irrevocably mark her as mine. The tears formed in her eyes and her grip on my hips changed from demanding that I fuck her hard to a stroking acknowledgment that we would always belong to each other. I took my knee off the bed and balanced myself on five points, my dick in her pussy, my hands on her legs and my feet on the floor. She squeezed me with her sheath and smiled welcoming the change in the rhythm of our lust. I pulled my dick most of the way out of her and let gravity drop me back into her. I transferred most of my weight to my hips to increase the weight and used my hands only to hold the position. She swallowed a scream on the second stroke as the change in balance increased the power. She moved her hands from my hips to her legs to keep them spread for her fucking. I stopped thinking about her as my mother or even as a woman. I focused on the elliptical inches of my body that touched her pussy. I closed my eyes and let my hips move me nearly out of her body and let gravity sink me inside her. I let go of control and let nature pilot the rest of the way. I lost myself in the minutes of fucking my mother. I was nowhere near coming until her third orgasm hit her. I went from enjoying the ride to needing to release inside her body. Her contractions tried to push me out but gravity kept forcing me inside. It was a long orgasm for her so the added pressure for the six strokes that it took for me to ride through it was too much for me. I could only manage a few more strokes before I had to help gravity with the strength of my hips to bury me deep inside her. I had been well fucked for two weeks so I was surprised by the flood of cum that I poured into her pussy. It was not enough for her and I felt her pussy move around my dick to milk me of everything I had. I closed my eyes and allowed her to massage me with her inner walls. Her hand stroked just above where we were joined using comforting caresses. I did not want to leave my mother so I moved us so that we were both on the bed and I lay on top of her. She wanted the same thing and wrapped her arms around me to hold me in place. It was not enough for either of us. The whole night was not enough for our bodies. Our desires were why we were joined, and her inability to leave the next morning without some part of us wanting more was what would forever join us. There would never be enough of my mother and I. ----- Classes started and I learned that the college format suited me more than that of high school. I did not foresee difficulty with college as long as I did my reading and took the time to do my assigned work. People refused to talk in class as if attention was something to be avoided. I thought the professors were far more interesting to talk to than my fellow students so I had no problems. The girls were attractive but most of them were upperclassmen who looked down their noses at me. The summer left my new martial arts school with a dearth of missing advanced students. It was not that the college kids were advanced but they took the classes and were more willing to scrap thinking they were studs. The Brazilian instructor clued me in on how it would be when they returned. Helen, the other instructor, added her own tidbits on what to expect since there were more competitions for Tae Kwon Do practitioners so her advanced classes included a lot of sparring. I tried to settle in but wondered if the competitive classes were the best place for me considering my need to avoid any injury that would affect training time. Both instructors agreed to allow me the space needed to make my own decisions when the classes intensified in September. I knew they would push me to compete even if they had only been able to witness my work ethic in class. Helen's opinion of me dropped when she learned of my intentions to avoid injury. The school owner shook his head because Helen could not hide her newly acquired disdain for me. She never asked why I was reluctant to take chances; she seemed to assume it was cowardice on my part. I realized there was more to settle into at college than just classes. Things were no better in swim practice. At least, I did not have to look at anyone in the water; I did not have to listen to the disdain in their voices. When people realized I planned to go all out at every practice that whole summer, I got some nasty looks for my determination. The coach also paid careful attention to me, which created another point of friction. A lot of the team members and all of the incoming freshmen, except for the twins, were a part of the coach's summer program. The freshmen especially disliked me believing I was trying to show them up. It came to a head three weeks into the program when a couple of them braced me by the pool. They did not appreciate my making them look bad. I laughed in their faces. The upperclassmen came over to prevent what they thought would be the first intra-team quarrel of the year. I ended the farce by telling them that if they could not keep up with me they needed to quit before the twins arrived. They knew about the twins but it was easier to believe they just had a bad day when the twins smashed them in the high school competitions. Everyone took a step back as I projected certainty of the twins' talent with my eyes. I knew I was good in the pool, but the twins were the best. Either could have been the best ever if they were not born twins. They did not need any of it though; they had each other even if it made them less than they could have been individually. My teammates left me alone for the rest of the summer. Maybe they thought the cold shoulder would affect me, they would learn differently. Neither the twins nor I needed anyone from their world. The 'disenfranchised' freshmen moved into the dorm before the beginning of the second summer session. The second session straddled the first and third so I was in the middle of my first college class. I would not see any of them in an educational venue until my third session class began. 'Disenfranchised' was the word most of program administrators called their students. I wondered about the intelligence of labeling someone you are trying to give dreams to with such a tag. Most of the students treated me as one of them when they moved in, not knowing the difference. The floor preceptor straightened them out. I walked in during their first afternoon on campus to his lecturing them about me being a member of the elite class and that they had more important things to do than hold court for me. It was my first experience with someone of that particular bent so I leaned against the doorframe to listen. He was good, almost hypnotic. He had a fertile breeding ground in the minds of the 'disenfranchised' kids. My presence in his building gave him an available target but no one could see he was speaking from his own insecurities. I have met true fanatics since then and I can say that now with no little indifference. At the time however, I took his words personally. He was reaching his apogee and I started to think that perhaps he was inciting them to lynch me. When the preceptor from the floor above noticed me, she waved him off and everyone turned. She tilted her head towards me. He looked as if he had been pole-axed. It was one thing to talk about someone behind their back but it was completely different to get caught red-handed by the victim. I wondered how humiliating it must feel to be that big of an idiot. He was older than I, but there was an immaturity demonstrated as he refused to meet my eyes. A man would have looked at me and taking his licks having earned them. He had to be stupid since I was a minority student in a very liberal institution. Whatever he thought of my circumstance, he had gone psychotic in vocalizing his dislike for me as a symbol of my class. He had done it in front of witnesses and in front of me. He had unabashedly been undressing the girls with his eyes and his speech was directed to them most of the time he spoke. I knew he was not getting any because of the way he looked at them. I doubted that a well-fucked man would have bothered with such bullshit just to seem important. They waited for me to talk and the girls noticed he was doing his best not to look at me. I let them wait knowing that with each second he avoided confrontation, he increased his chances of staying full of cum. I looked at each girl to confirm their loss of respect for him in their eyes. "I'm here on a swimming scholarship," I said finally. He turned to look at me; his eyes squinted as he prepared to return fire. It was not strictly speaking the truth, but he did not need to know that. "I earned every cent with miles of practice in the pool," I continued. He noticed that everyone was watching me so he closed his mouth, holding back anything he might have wanted to say. Finally, he met my eyes. He had to salvage something from the situation. I smiled and shook my head in dismissal. I walked to my room thinking that maybe I was in grade thirteen. I was preparing to eat dinner when his speech paid some unexpected dividends. One of my floor mates was at the student center's cafe trying to decide what to eat. She smiled at me as she joined me in line at the Chinese stand. They had a steamed vegetable dish so it was the best choice for me. I knew she wanted me to talk to her so I turned to smile at her and introduced myself. Her name was Shanelle. She had dark chocolate skin and hungry eyes. She was pretty and her body had the perfection that comes from being young. Her breasts were high and tight; I could imagine how her nipples would be darker than her skin. She was wearing a summer dress that flowed around her curves giving tantalizing hints about what she would look like undressed. Her ass was a perfect curve that had me thinking about how she would react to getting it spanked as I fucked her from behind. Shanelle was not shy and her eyes met mine in invitation challenging me to do the things that might get me an answer to my question. It was not the look of, "lets head back to your room and do it right now", but it was definitely an invitation to proceed in that direction. I asked her to sit with me, I even smiled as I told her I was depressed from having to listen to someone blasting away at me the way the preceptor had. She shook her head and laughed with me. She talked about herself and I got the message that it was my job to listen. I understood that if I did a good job of listening, I would be rewarded for it later. At that moment in time she was scared and just needed someone to listen. She had a private room also and was not prepared for being alone her first night at college. She had been put off her game mostly by the flapping emotion at home as she left. She did not really need me but she was having a moment of weakness. I did my job and listened to her as she talked herself out of her nervousness. Her skin was pristine with no marks or flaws. She must have been a high school athlete considering the muscle tone of her body. She asked me if I had gone into town yet. I shook my head and she grabbed my hand dragging me out of the student center. The town proper was only a few blocks away. We walked there slowly and as she continued to talk her confidence climbed back into the stratosphere it usually occupied. The more her confidence ascended, the quieter I got as she took more and more charge of the situation. I was not talking a lot to begin with but my role towards the end was reduced to grunts, nods and shakes. She did not even ask me about coming to her room; we just ended up there. She put on some quiet music and pulled her dress up far enough to straddle my legs on the bed. It was reward time. I was only there because she got her confidence back and wanted to get to the part where she spread her wings to embrace college freedom. I guess we all have to do our part for freedom. She was hot and in charge. Her mouth descended to mine and it was already open to allow her tongue to invade my mouth. I kissed her back hard and we fought for control of the kiss using our tongues to battle with each other. They were rough passes as our tongues came into contact and wrestled first in my mouth then in hers. I saw no reason to wait so I grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it up her body. She let go of my lips long enough to put her arms up so I could take it off her. I tossed it towards the door as her mouth came back into contact with mine and we resumed hostilities. I caught a glimpse of red bra and panties but was too consumed in the heat coming off her body to take a better a look. I tried to turn us over but she hooked her calves under my legs and pushed her palms against the walls to prevent me. It was her eyes that prevented me from pushing the issue. For a second, her confidence waned. I settled back down and I could see the thanks in her smile as she dropped her face back to me. This was not just a reward but it was the last exercise of her confidence builder. Since I was being condemned to stay beneath her, I decided to focus on the important things. My hands on her ass came to the forefront of my mind. There was a roundness to her ass that I had not encountered on another female. It was like trying to palm a basketball except her skin was smooth giving me no traction. She pushed her ass into my hands and our mouths struggled less for control. She focused on moving her ass in my hands as I grabbed, released, rubbed, gripped, palmed, and spread her cheeks. I pulled her up my body by her ass and she moved willingly. I sucked her nipple through the bra. She growled in her throat and took her breast away from me long enough to take the bra off. She pushed her bare chest back into my face and I obliged her needs by sucking hard on each nipple. She growled again as I ran two fingers up and down the crack of her ass as I moved from nipple to nipple sucking and then giving them gentle bites. The biting took her that extra step towards her goal if I was reading her breathing correctly. I pulled her farther up and trailed kisses down her stomach until her panty-covered pussy was above my lips. The panties protected her and allowed me to use my teeth to scrape along her pussy and then center the sensation where her clit would be. She went ballistic and stood up to rip her panties down her legs. She kicked them off and descended back onto my mouth. I decided there was no reason not to get right to the point and sucked her clit into my mouth. She put her hands on the wall and pushed down on my face. She was ready so I opened my mouth, stuck my tongue to her clit and flicked it upwards. She gulped a half-scream as I finished, it was only a half-scream because it ended when I took her clit back into my mouth, stuck my tongue on it and rubbed hard. She swallowed the rest of her scream as she fought to take in a breath. I added suction to the clit rubbing and she sat her weight down on me. I reached up grabbed her waist and spun her so that she was on her back on the bed with my face still attached to her pussy. She did not complain but it was probably because I stuck two fingers inside her pussy and rubbed the upper wall. I changed to quick licks on her clit while I looked for right spot on the front wall of her pussy. I felt it when I touched it and played around it gently. She came up on her elbows as the sensation began to overwhelm her. I licked her clit hard and moved my touches closer to the spot inside her. She lay back down and pushed her hips into my face as I pushed her over the top. She did give out a forceful scream as she lost control of her body to the pleasure I was trying to give her. I rode the wave up and back down. I settled into gentle touches to her center as her breathing settled. She pulled me up to her and kissed me. I lay down on my back as she moved from the bed to open a bag in her closet. I heard the metallic plastic ripping as she opened the package. Her palms were cool but not as cool as the latex as she rolled it onto my dick. I watched as she moved above me to place me carefully and impaled herself onto my body. She settled me deep inside her belly and leaned down to kiss me. My hands moved immediately to her ass to guide the ride into oblivion. The answer came to me when my hand bounced as I spanked her ass while fucking her from behind. It turned her on even more as I deep-stroked into her and my hand made firm contact with either butt cheek. She got hot enough that her heat penetrated even through the third latex shield we needed that night. After the fourth spanking of an ass cheek, I could only hold on as she did the fucking back and forth on my dick while on her knees. When it was over, the experience had me thinking that maybe college would not be so bad until the next day when I saw Shanelle again. She completely ignored me as she walked by talking to an older male preceptor from one of the other floors. I was surprised but I actually smiled as I got it. It was her last step in regaining control. I shook my head and decided that it had been worth it for the sex but I would be more careful in my choice of women from now on. Her implied denial of our act left a bitter taste. After Shanelle, I did what came naturally and settled into a schedule; heavy practice in the morning, college classes, and three times during the school week a martial arts class. I seemed unable to recover any ground with Helen and her disdain was translated into the cold shoulder treatment. The preceptor I had faced down was pushing his program mates from isolating me to disliking me. My swimming teammates had become more focused in their dislike and even the upperclassmen were looking down at me. My visits home became my only reprieve from the negative emotions sent in my direction. The active dislike was abundant and I had no means of cutting the people down. This was becoming an issue. The twins, my family or even the female elite had shielded me from this type of situation. I came to the decision that I needed a cushion of people between me and everyone else. I would have Brittany, who had assured me that regardless of what anyone thought she would not be giving me up or hiding anything when the semester started. The twins would also be there, but my family would not be there so I needed to find more barriers or I would earn more than just disdain by making examples of certain people. I was actively looking for good candidates for my buffer when out of the blue they stumbled into my life and chose me. I am not a religious person but sometimes I cannot help suspecting that a higher being loved the Smith family so much they created me just to make the experience of being a Smith more enjoyable. That being was obviously making sure I was happy, but sometimes even the satisfaction of my needs were wrapped in a package to make someone in the Smith family a happier person. The two candidates were twin Chinese females, Joanne and Stephanie Lee. They had straight black hair, and they kept their five foot seven bodies in shape by running. The running could not undo the feminine markings that nature had put on their bodies. They had mid C-cup breasts and asses to make anyone look twice. They were both pretty with the Asian tilt of their eyes adding mystery to what could have been plain brown eyes. I had taken over a four-person desk in the dorm lounge on a Wednesday night to study for my first college final the next day when they sat down with me. I looked up at them and moved my books to give them room. I buried my nose back in the books. I did not need to study for the class; due to my cumulative grades I only needed to pass the exam to get an A. My third session class would start the next Monday so I brought the books in case I needed a break from studying. Joanne and Stephanie were also studying for a test trying to get to the place I was by the time they took their final. They were willing to talk to me, which was a break from what everyone else in the building was doing. We chatted during the studying not talking about anything specific and keeping it to introductory questions like were we were from, etc. The studying session turned into a full-blown mutual familiarization session when I admitted that I was only studying to kill time. They laughed and told me they were in the same situation. The conversation continued and we discovered we were taking the same class in third session. We spread my copy of the books between us looking for what we would like and would not like. They had decided on the same academic path I was on which led to an MBA. I did not get into my reasons for going down that road but they told me that theirs came from watching their family struggle with owning and losing a business. It was still early so I asked if they wanted to go to the local ice cream shop. They smiled their consents and we separated to put our stuff back in our room. They dressed differently enough that it was almost hard to remember they were twins. Joanne kept her hair in a ponytail, while Stephanie kept it down. They wore different shades of lipstick and their makeup emphasized different things in their features. Joanne wore jeans and a t-shirt while Stephanie wore a loose dress. I did not really consider the differences in their clothing until much later. We had fun at the ice cream shop and talked back in our dorm until I had to excuse myself. I told them about my practice in the morning and how I needed sleep. They each kissed me on the cheek as goodbye. I lay in my bed for a half hour thinking about those kisses. I liked the new twins in my life and wondered if maybe I could use them like I did Sean and Patrick. We had agreed to meet after my martial arts class the next day to tell how we did in our classes. We had dinner together and spent most of the night talking again. Their home was much further away than mine so they did not go back often. I was scheduled to spend that weekend in the dorm and was looking forward to it for the first time since I had moved in. Friday night changed a lot of lives. Joanne and Stephanie wanted a taste of something they could have only now that they were away from home. It led them to a place I could not go. The only portent of what was to follow was that neither was wearing makeup. I thought they were very pretty so I did not miss it. I particularly preferred either a light touch or no makeup. They were almost competitive for my attention during dinner, which I appreciated very much. I tried to extend the mood by inviting them out to the local large Cineplex. It was a bit of a walk but no one minded. I was not about to complain since they both used any excuse to touch me as we walked to the theater. They chose a horribly bad movie to watch. It was playing on the smallest of the theater rooms and we were alone. They sat down in a row that had a barrier in front of it giving us plenty of leg room. We were rowdy and made fun of everything on the screen. They eventually turned away from the movie and concentrated on teasing me outrageously. I thought that it would not go any further so I fought back with my own teasing. Stephanie kissed me. I had made a bad joke about every guy's dream being twins while facing Joanne. Stephanie put her fingers on my cheek and turned my face so that her lips could touch mine. It was exquisite with the some of the same sweetness that I remembered tasting when I was with Tanya. Our kiss ended and we were looking at each other through the dimness of the theater when I felt Joanne's finger on my face. She turned me so that her lips could touch mine. It had the same exquisite feel as her sister's and carried the same taste of sweetness. Those kisses ended the teasing and I spent the rest of the movie being passed from one pair of lips to their sister pair. We did not calm down until the walk home where I took any excuse to touch them. We finally made it to the dorm. When I entered their room, Stephanie tackled me on to her bed while Joanne closed the door and turned off the lights. She slid over her sister to lie down by me on the wall side. She stole me from her sister to catch up with the kissing she had missed. Stephanie took the opportunity to attack my neck with her teeth and tongue. Joanne gave her sister my lips back and copied the actions of her sister on that side of my neck. Their hands moved down and pulled my shirt out of pants and pulled it away from me. Joanne kept me busy by kissing me while Stephanie stripped out of her clothes. Stephanie then took over the duties so that Joanne could undress. She kept me busy until Joanne stuck her tongue into my bellybutton. I pushed up with my hips towards her and Stephanie scored my side with her teeth. They licked and kissed my chest while one hand from each undid my pants. I pushed my hips up and they pushed my pants and underwear down my legs. Joanne jumped on my lips and stuck her tongue as far into me as she could while her sister pulled my shoes, pants and underwear off. They guided me slowly to where they wanted me. Stephanie traded places with her sister and turned me towards her away from the wall. Joanne got behind me and she ran her lips and hands all over my back. When her hand came around to grasp my dick, she gasped as she felt the size of me. Stephanie instinctively understood and her hand moved down to join her sister's. She did not gasp instead she opened her mouth and deepened the kiss we were sharing. Stephanie grabbed my face in both hands as she turned my face to guide me so that she was underneath me. Joanne guided my legs over her sister's body so I was straddling her legs. Joanne moved up my body and pushed her sister's hand away from my face. She pulled me up and turned my face to kiss me. Stephanie kissed her way down my body sliding the straddle I had on her higher on her body. She pushed my upper body with her hands as Joanne pulled me up. The twins stopped when my upper body was straightened out and I was on my knees straddling Stephanie where she could take me in her mouth. She slipped a hand underneath me and played it along my ass. Joanne stopped kissing me and straddled her sister behind me. A hand from each sister met at my dick and stroked me to full hardness. Joanne cupped my balls with the hand that had been on my dick so that Stephanie could stroke me with both one of her hands. One of Stephanie's hands moved back to placing fluttering touches on my ass as her other grabbed my thigh. Joanne wrapped an arm around me to place it on my chest and pulled me back to place her face in my neck. She reached down grabbed my dick about halfway up and guided me it to her sister's mouth. They each nibbled my skin as it contacted their lips at the exact same moment. My mind fought to accept the nerve signals, which had fired at the same time, one from the tip of my dick as Stephanie touched it with her teeth and the other from my neck where Joanne's hunger had driven her to touch me with her teeth. It struck me! "No!" I said firmly and pulled myself out of Stephanie's mouth before she could take me any deeper. I grabbed Joanne's hand on my chest and spun out of her grip away from Stephanie. She sat up and the sisters looked at me with confusion and apprehension. I studied them, individually and then together. Joanne's hair had been pulled out of the ponytail and in the dark I should not have been able to tell them apart but I could just as I had discriminated between the Smith twins from the day I met them. I pulled back as far away from them on the bed as I could and looked at them as a unit. It was the different clothing and the affected differences in personalities that caused me to miss it. "You're very good, but this will not happen," I said to them. "What?" Stephanie asked. "Why?" Joanne asked. I looked at both of them as I had so many times with the twins. Their brows furrowed as they felt the shift in my attention away from their individual selves and move to seeing them as deep inside they saw each other. "Very good at hiding," I said looking at Stephanie. "The us," I said looking at Joanne. "We don't understand," they said together. It was all I needed to confirm my decision. I moved so that I was in front of Stephanie. "I have someone..," I said and tasted her sweetness. I turned to Joanne. "you need to meet," I said and tasted her sweetness. I lay down on the bed and looked up at them. They did not ask me for more. Stephanie moved to lay down behind me and Joanne spooned herself into me. She lifted her leg and Stephanie placed my dick between Joanne's thighs against her pussy. It was a night of fiendish sexual torture. They wanted me to suffer for turning them down and they sensed that I strongly wanted to enjoy them. They also knew that somehow they had become taboo and that even I would not break that imperative. Their pussies were well rubbed throughout the night and our lips touched in almost kisses as we maintained the strain of our excitement. My hands kept their nipples hard and they drove me nearly insane as one stroked the top of my dick with her pussy while the other reached around both of us to play with the head. I kissed shoulders and necks and they kissed mine and we managed only minutes of sleep through the night. We dressed in the light of Saturday morning drinking in each other's nakedness. I took them out to breakfast and it was apparent that they wanted to know more but had decided to follow my lead with no questions asked. I guided us to the train station. They sat quietly with each other on the ride home. They were dressed differently as always but now there were two changes in their regular appearance; the makeup was gone again and they both sported ponytails. I gave the cab driver the Smith address, he gave out a shrill whistle on hearing it and the twins raised their eyebrows at his response. I stared out the window at the passing scene as I waited for the ride to end. Rachel answered my ring of the doorbell. "Who is it?" asked my mother's voice from somewhere behind her. I smiled at Rachel and moved aside for my new twins to enter. Both of their eyes widened at the sight of Rachel. My mother came to peek around Rachel and her eyes widened also at the sight of the two girls I had brought with me. Four pairs of female eyes looked questions at me but I placed a finger to my lips and motioned the girls past me. As they walked into the house, they examined and were awed by the interior of the Smith home. I could feel them fighting back the feelings of intimidation and smiled. I put a hand on each of the girl's back and pushed them towards the backyard where I knew the twins would be. I did not expect the guys to have girls over since that rarely happened when I was not around. So, I was surprised to see them playing in the pool with Brittany when I opened the sliding door to the pool. I took a twin in each hand and walked to the edge of the pool. The Lee twins were looking at me on the verge of asking what was going on when Brittany noticed me. She stopped their horsing around and stared at us. The Smith twins had their back to us but turned around to see what had caused Brittany to pause in her tracks. In that brief moment all of the questions the Lee twins had were answered. I let go of their hands and walked backwards until I could turn to walk back into the house. Rachel and my mother were staring out the glass doors trying to grasp the magnitude of what I had just done. Brittany was the first out of the pool and I admired her body in the white bikini she was wearing. The excitement of last night came back with a roar at the sight of a woman that WAS available to me. My mother was here with Rachel, which meant she was on private time and was engaged. Brittany was mine at all times and my body insisted that I immediately exercise the rights her body had surrendered to me long ago. She moved her head back and forth as she looked at one set of twins and then at the other. The Smith twins stepped out of the pool and we could see the sharp intake of breath as the Lee twins got their first sight of the Olympic class bodies and the legacy of good looks that Rachel had given her sons. The Smith twins moved towards the Lee twins in unison and Brittany backed out of their way until she could turn to walk into the house. She stepped inside not noticing she was dripping water over the kitchen floor. The four twins now had four spectators to their actions. They stood staring at each other for a couple of minutes before the Lee twins started taking off their clothing. They were wearing the same purple lace bra and matching thong. I could feel the women's eyes move from female twin to female twin trying to spot even the smallest difference. "What are they doing?" Brittany asked. Rachel touched the window, as if she could touch the Lee twins across the distance and through the glass. "If your parents want to the end the closeness, you hide it closer and closer to your skin like in your underwear; that you are the same. Parents don't look closely after you are old enough," Rachel said it so low that it was almost as if she were talking to herself. "I miss you Rain," Rachel said as her hand fell away from the glass door. "I always miss you." Rachel turned from the doors and there were tears in her eyes as she moved into the house. "What was that about?" Brittany asked following Rachel's retreating back. My mother's eyes were also flooded with tears as she looked towards her lover. "Her sister, Rain, died in a car crash. Her parents did not let Rachel go with her that night. She never spoke to them again because of it," my mother said as she turned to be with Rachel. Brittany looked at me still confused. "Twins run in families, Brittany," I said. I had not known about Rain before but a lot of things made more sense. Brittany eyes flooded with tears as she realized who Rain had to be. She looked outside where the two sets of twins had moved so they were only separated by inches. They were not talking but they were communicating furiously. "I can't imagine losing someone in my family, but a twin?" Brittany whispered as she moved closer to me for comfort. I put my arm around her waist and kept looking out at the twins. "It looked like it was still killing Rachel," Brittany nearly sobbed in a low voice as she put her face on my shoulder. Brittany's sexual behavior sometimes made me forget that she was not one of us by birth. I kissed her temple as I held her. She had become friends with Rachel after my sophomore summer and it had grown into accepting Rachel as the big sister she sometimes needed. It had especially grown in the last few months and sometimes her visits home were to be with Rachel as well as with me. I did not think they were lovers yet but it was probably coming. Sean and Patrick nodded at me as they guided the Lee twins past us and up to their room. I took Brittany's hand and led us to one of the poolside lounges. I stripped clothing off until I was naked and pulled Brittany down on top of me as I lay on the lounge. She looked around us wildly, nervous about a possible audience. "Everyone is going to be busy for hours," I whispered as I pulled her down. She was still reluctant and tried to wriggle away from me. It was exactly what I needed after the exasperating night I had with the Lee twins and wondered if she was taking wolf lessons from my mother. I grabbed a fistful of hair and she squeaked as her eyes flared at me in reaction to my grip on her. I pulled her down to my lips and kissed her hard. She stopped moving away from me as her sexual being took over. She rested her weight on top of me and I rubbed myself into her. The teasing from the night before had gone on for too long and I did not want to wait any longer for my pleasure. I untied the bikini top at her back and pulled it off her body. She made a motion to cover herself but I grabbed her arms and wrapped them around my head. She slipped her tongue into my mouth to be distracted from what I was doing. I untied her bikini bottoms on both hips and pulled them off also. She whimpered a protest and moved to get away from me. I grabbed her arms and turned us so that she was on her back on the lounge. She tried to cover her breasts and pussy while looking around. "Stop!" I said angrily as I pulled her hands above her head. She looked at me and something in my eyes hypnotized her for a second. She grabbed the edge of the lounge above her head and surrendered to what I wanted. I pulled her legs apart and pushed them towards her chest. I did not bother with foreplay, instead grabbed myself and placed my dick at her entrance. I plowed into her with no thought to her needs. She was tight as always and her body only let me in halfway. I smiled down at her as she arched her back. I grabbed her under her knees and pushed her legs down hard against her torso. Her pussy opened under protest, I pulled back and then I rammed myself into her, ignoring the tightness of her protesting body. She grunted as she felt me hit bottom. I pulled back and slammed into her again. It was all her body needed to stop her from worrying about who might catch us. She flooded with wetness to make her fucking easier. I pulled back and pounded into her again. It had been a long night and the Lee twins had expertly kept me on the edge with their teasing. I lost sight of everything else: the time, where I was and who I was with. Everything became unimportant compared to primacy of what I was doing: fucking Brittany hard with a night's worth of sexual frustration giving me the impetus. I pulled out and rammed into her pussy as hard as I could. She grunted loudly and grabbed my forearms. "Oh God! Fuck me!" she gasped when I pounded into her again. It was one of the few things I heard for fifteen minutes. I spent the entire time pounding in and out of Brittany completely oblivious to anything except the feel of my cock invading her. I shifted her weight so that she was slightly turned. This allowed me better leverage to fuck her hard. I felt her pussy give up the fight to keep me inside of her and felt it open to my hammering thrusts. She told me later that her throat ached from the screaming as my strokes made her as mindless as I was. She became her pussy and all her senses focused on our fucking: the smell of her pussy and sweat, the salty taste of the sweat she licked from her lips, the slapping sound as I contacted her body, the sight of me completely focused on my pleasure and the feel of my hard cock as it moved in and out of her. I hit bottom, held and pushed into her as my body opened its gates into her. It had been building up so it felt like that first shot was a quart of my lifeblood releasing into her body. My upper body wavered but my hips remained tight on her as I emptied another quart inside of her. I collapsed on top her and she just held me too tired to sustain the natural milking motion of her hips. She got up much later to get us glasses of ice water. She shivered on the way to door but no longer had any shame about walking around naked. She told me she was sure everyone had heard her screaming so what was the point. A half hour later I began to make the first passes towards getting into her again. I was playing with her breasts when she put her hand to my face. "Baby, I'm really sore," she said almost apologetically. "So I'll let you drive," I said as I grabbed her hips and maneuvered her above me. Her back was to me so I had a great view of her ass as I settled her on top of my dick. I held her weight up so she was impaled slowly on my cock. She grunted and moved in some discomfort but I held her at bottom to wait for her to relax. I guess my dick acted on her pussy the same as her pussy on my dick, like a salve when my hardon ached. It was only a couple of minutes before she started to rotate her hips. She was sore so she could not fuck herself on me. She did have great hip motion so it was just as enjoyable to feel her body hit almost a reluctant orgasm as her motion rubbed my dickhead against the depth of her. "I'm not so sore anymore," she whispered. "But slow, baby." I pulled her legs up and grabbed her by the inside of her knees. I pulled her legs towards me with my handholds. It stretched her out and she gave the sigh that comes with sore muscles being properly stretched. I moved in and out of her but just a couple of inches. I managed to hold on long enough for her body to get over its soreness enough to join me in orgasm. ------- The Lee twins and I went home Sunday afternoon. They were quietly communicating with each other on the train ride to our school so I stared out the window at nothing in particular. Brittany told me she would be moving into her sorority house early. Her sorority was a very exclusive one and the groundwork was being laid to claim the twins and I as their property. She told me about some of the wild parties they had so I was not going to complain but I thought the organization would serve the twins and I well if high school behavior was what I could expect from my schoolmates. Brittany had even made overtures to the Lee twins about becoming sisters. The Lee twins had talked about it being too expensive but Brittany had waved it off, as had everyone else. It was obvious to everyone that the twins had become more than two. Rachel was already treating the Lee twins like her daughters. I shrugged out the window; the twins just felt right together and they probably knew it better than any of us did. The Lee twins had said they would think about it and I knew they would accept the bids their freshman year. They had learned more defensive maneuvers than the Smith twins and part of that knowledge included an excellent set of camouflage techniques. The exclusivity of the sorority's social sphere would insulate them in the same fashion that the Smith twins and I had insulated each other. The Lee twins also enjoyed socializing, which was a major difference between them and us. I looked at them and smiled at myself. I wondered if Brittany knew what she was setting loose on her sorority. My aborted sexual experience with the two girls showed me they were just as wild as the two boys. I shook my head as I stared out the window as I considered that her sorority just might canonize Brittany even though she was throwing them to the wolves. The Lee twins, the Smith twins and I would probably add Best Fucked to their honor of being the Most Exclusive. Everyone stared at the Lee twins when we got to the dorm. There were some accusatory looks but they backed off when eye contact was made. Even the disenfranchised could see there was something different about the girls that went beyond their identical outfits. I waved goodbye and went to my dorm room. I did not have anything to study for so I just lay in my bed fantasizing about a midnight orgy with Brittany's entire sorority. I reduced the numbers mentally figuring some of them had to have boyfriends. I was laughing at my arrogance when I heard a knock on my door. I thought about not answering since I should have been trying to get sleep anyway. The knocks came again and I noticed it was actually two sets of knocks. I got out of my bed knowing who it was. I opened my door and they walked in. They were wearing identical pink pajama bottoms and gray t-shirts. Both had their hair in ponytails and were carrying identical teddy bears. They trooped past me and climbed into my bed. I looked at them and then at my door. I shut the door. They were sitting on the bed with just enough space between them for me. I got on the bed between them and they pushed me so I was lying down. They turned me so that I was spooned against Stephanie's ass with Joanne spooned against my back. "Thank you." I barely heard them whisper as my eyes closed and the feel of them lulled me to sleep. They must have both felt me nod because immediately afterwards their breathing evened out into sleep. Surrounded by the warmth of my pack, it was the best sleep I had since I arrived at college. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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