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“I can think of things that would look better in your hands,” Terry quipped, and the twins giggled. They looked at each other. Agreeing that this was a boy who simply needed to be fucked, fucked by them, fucked until they’d both had enough.

“All four of our hands?” Deirdre cooed, her tongue flitting between her lips.

Delia arched her back, pushing her tits forward. “Two balls, one shaft, and that perfect ass of his—that’s enough for me!”

“Actually, I think this is enough for you,” Terry grinned, now that the glasses were chilled.

He poured three martinis, added green olives, then swept around the end of the bar. Delia hopped stools so that he could sit between them.

On Terry’s left, Delia pressed her soft thigh against his leg and made sure she preened so he could see down into her shirt. What he saw was fine, shapely curves. His manhood throbbed. After taking a sip of his cocktail, he reached over to undo a button on the blouse.

“Not nearly enough, not yet,” Delia giggled, watching his fingers tease over her breasts, only brushing them enough to unbutton her. It’d been a long time since she’d been with a real man. And maybe it hadn’t been her, maybe it’d been Deirdre. It was hard to remember sometimes, especially with her sensations being so involving like they were now.

Terry’s right hand caressed and tickled her bust until he had her blouse open, revealing her completely.

“Gorgeous,” Terry said. “Wouldn’t you say, Deirdre?”

“They’re the same as mine,” Deirdre said. “Do you want to play with mine?”

“Yeah,” Terry said, and turned to the other twin who already had her blouse open for him. She was bold, alright—now that she knew he’d go for her identical sister.

“What a pair,” Terry chuckled, moving both hands to Deirdre’s perky breasts. She shimmied her shoulders, pushing her tits deep into his cupping hands.

“Oh, you’re giving them a workout!” Deirdre cooed. “But why don’t we quit teasing and you show us the bed?”

“I wanna see a bed!” Delia exclaimed.

“Finish your drinks,” Terry told them, lifting his own glass to demonstrate. He knew from experience that the Deedees couldn’t hold their liquor and if the sex got too rough, it’d be good if they were as spaghetti-limbed as they’d been that time at Spring Break.

Delia and Deirdre swallowed at the same time. “There. That’s enough drinking,” Deirdre said. “Now we need solid food.”

She left her blouse on the bar and Delia did the same. They followed Terry down a hallway, into a bedroom.

Deirdre shuddered. It was a real pleasure den. An enormous bed, deep chairs, a sofa, lush purple carpet… nothing crude like mirrors on the ceiling or the walls. The place was manly without being boring, no black leather furniture or glass coffee tables. The man had class, but it was his own, not some interior decorator’s.

Terry unzipped his shirt. “You’re not here to get fed. You’re here to get fucked.” Without his shirt he was deeply tanned, his belly flat, his muscles self-evident under clear skin.

“We certainly are!” Deirdre gushed, dropping her pants. She felt wet in her pussy like the martini had gone straight through her.

“God, he’s hung!” Delia cooed. Her pants were already off and now her panties were being removed. Her pussy was wet, red-hot.

Terry’s briefs slid down his legs and Deirdre stared greedily—he had more cock than she’d ever seen in her life! It was making her very sure that she’d spent too long being into lesbians. What she needed now was a man this huge!

“Oh, you stud,” Delia purred, crawling onto the bed, opening her supple thighs, showing her cunt under the thin veil of her invisibly blonde pubic hair. “What’d you put in that drink, anyway?”

“A little vermouth,” Terry said, moving onto the bed at Delia’s right.

Deirdre stood at the foot of the mattress, enjoying the view she got from up there. Terry’s right hand went to Delia’s sex and Deirdre saw her sister quiver, suddenly being fingered, going straight from anticipation to the first bolt of fulfillment.

It was incredible for Delia. She sent her left hand to his enormous cock, her fingers closing around it, as if to hold onto something while heated thunderbolts chased up and down her body. Her cunt was already wet, her clit hardened, and the sly play of Terry’s fingertips on her vulnerable femininity got a deep moan out of her.

His middle finger penetrated her and she thrust up at the little impalement. His big prick was hot and ready in her exploring hand.

“Oh, Terry!” she gasped, little detonations of pleasure going all throughout her loins. “Get that big cock inside me already!”

“Not long now,” Terry muttered, his mouth going to hers to continue the foreplay. His tongue stroked in and out of her mouth, testing it the same way his thumb tested her firing clit. Delia crooned and gave in utterly to the feeling of being molded by such manly strength. Everything she felt was so rich, so satisfying.

“Go on and fuck her, Terry!” Deirdre giggled. “The sooner you do, the sooner it’s my turn!”

But Terry didn’t pay attention to her. His focus was all on Delia and her slippery cunt, his finger now diving into her, slowly coming out. The kiss ended and his lips went down to her breasts. She thrust them up into his face, fingers still pumping on his cock as it leaked trails of precum to anoint her stroking hand.

Terry was having fun. Delia had a sweet cunt, exhilarating to touch, with a sensitive clit that seemed to set her off every time his fingers ran over it. He could make her come anytime now, but he was prolonging her excitement, making sure she really burst when he finally finished her off.

“Ohhhh, it’s like I’m having a wet dream!” Delia gasped, shuddering. She arched her back to get her pussy closer to Terry’s hand and even the nipple in his mouth seemed like it was burning up. Terry went to her other nipple and when he kissed it, he felt her clit shake like a guitar string that’d been played.

“PLEASE!” Delia panted out. “Please make me come!”

She was trembling from how close she was to orgasm and Terry decided to let her have one before taking her any further. He pulled his hand back from her cunt, swung over on top of her, and deftly entered a hole so ready that it seemed to suck him down.

Delia crooned with delight, her hips pumped, her face contorted, and her inner flesh twitched deliciously around his entry.

“I’m coming!” Delia sighed, swimming in a pool of blissful waves. She remembered how good a nice, clean orgasm was—his cock, her cunt—but she’d never had one as good as this. She would’ve remembered! She would’ve gone back for more, again and again!

Terry had known how ready she was. He hadn’t spared her at all. A moment after entering her, his fat cock was buried to the very mouth of her womb. Her tender walls responded to his presence with ferocious spasms all around his dick. Thrill after wrenching thrill fed her passion. Delia cried out and Terry wasn’t even pumping her, he was just holding his cock inside her while she enjoyed herself!

Delia was hardly finished with her climax when Terry withdrew from her. He came up onto his knees, his big cock thrust up over Delia’s belly, wet and shining with the same coming that was now slipping out from her flaring pussy. Delia could only think gleefully of how well he’d mastered her, how he’d made her come and he wasn’t even done with her yet.

“Was it good, sis?” Deirde asked, going on all fours to Terry’s left and staring at his pussy-wet member. “Was every inch soooo goooooodd?”

“You know it!” Delia mewled, quaking with how much fucking she still had to process. “He made me his bitch, he really did!”

“You’re always a bitch,” Deirdre cooed. “You might as well be Richie Rich’s. Now how do you want me, playa?”

“On the bottom. On your back,” Terry said, moving between her thighs before she could open them, making sure she spread open for his thin body. “Apologies for the lack of foreplay, but I think you gave yourself enough while you were watching us.”

Deirdre watched with wide eyes as Terry came down between her legs, cocky and confident, reaching down with the hand that wasn’t supporting his weight so he could feel out first her thighs, then her sex.

“Gonna get a feel for it, huh?” she teased, angling her crotch like she wanted him to reach right inside her, her legs far apart where they couldn’t possibly get in the way.

“Why? It’s gotta feel like sis, right?” Terry told her, petting her belly, then moving his right hand to her cunt and his left hand across the curve of her hips.