MMM

In her long black clinging cotton skirt, I could see every contour of Melissa\'s ass. I could almost even see those marvelous muscular dimples she had, the dimples that I licked over and over when she was naked, face down on the bed ready to be fucked. She loved it from behind, my hands on her sweaty, meaty hips, pounding away. My mouth salivated watching her now. The ass swayed and moved, with a life of its own, as she gracefully made her way across the softly lit dining room. She was youth and vigor. That was Melissa. What was she wearing underneath, I wondered? Fuck. I could barely see the lines. I followed her excited. Maybe she had on a thong.

I watched as she walked to a dark corner. I knew where she was heading. She was going to get more napkins. Nice. Small chance anyone would see us there, and, after all, the dining room was thinning, only three or four tables left. No harm in assessing her mood after a hard evening of feeding the affected bourgeoisie of the city in the over-priced nightmare of a \French\ restaurant we worked at.

I looked around. It was quiet and I took a few careless steps. She stopped. I was right behind her. She didn\'t know. Oh yes. She bent over to grab the napkins out of the cubby hole. God. I could see her panty lines stretched tightly around her. Not a thong. She had high cuts on, around her hips. I stepped forward quickly. I grabbed her by the hips and pushed myself hard into her. Ummmm.

\What?\ she began somewhat alarmed, but saw it was me and stood up.

\What the hell, Peter,\ she said and tried to turn around, but I held hips her tightly.

\Baby, you looked so good. I couldn\'t help myself.\

She rolled her eyes. \Well-let me go, idiot.\ I slowly took my hands off her firm hips, too slowly it turned out, and she jerked away. She was facing me and I grabbed her, again, grinning dumbly, and pressed her against me. I could feel her tight abdomen against my hardening cock.

\Peter, come on,\ she whispered harshly. \Stop it.\ She slapped my wrist and I reluctantly releases her. She shook her head. \Thank you.\

\Let\'s go the cellar,\ I leered at her.

\Can\'t you wait?\

I shook my head. God. It would be wonderful to fuck Melissa in the wine cellar. It was always wonderful. By the mouldy first growth Bordeaux, especially. It added a touch of class to her straddling my thighs as I sat in an old chair and fucked up into her. In that damp cellar. This time, unlike last week, I would bend her over, push her skirt up, pull her panties down and shove it in. Fuck. It wouldn\'t last long. We\'d be back to serve the last table their inevitable cheese cake in plenty of time.

\Besides, my period probably starts tonight,\ Melissa said.

\All the more reason to get in a little last minute loving, no?\ I grinned.

\You\'re going to get us fired. Do you understand, shithead?\ she asked.

I shrugged. \So?\ Christ. This was a joke job while we waited to see which school accepted both of us for law school.

She rolled her eyes again and went to get her napkins. Untapped reserves of discipline and a desire not to get slapped in the face kept my hands off her as she bent over. She stood up, turned, arms full, and pushed by me rudely. I grinned. I loved it when she was like this. I watched her walk away, marveling. It wasn\'t just her ass, and that was more than enough. Christ. She was a former high school swimmer, and she still worked out regularly. She\'d been pretty good, too, apparently. Fourth at State. And that back of hers. God damn. Nothing like Melissa, bent over, on her knees naked, muscles rippling, ass jiggling with each harsh unforgiving thrust into her pink blond cunt after another. And baby, took it all always. Both twenty-four, we\'d been living together for five months.

Thirty minutes later, right after my last table was cleared, disaster struck. Melissa walked up to me while I was innocently flirting with the new bar stock-girl. I turned away from the kid as soon as I saw my lady. I tried to smile, but she was having none of it.

\Through hitting on the fresh meat?\ she snarled.

\I wasn\'t-\

\Shut up. I saw you.\

\But-\

\Shut up.\

I smiled. No use arguing with her. I shrugged and waited for her judgment.

\I just sat a deuce. I was going to give them to Harold, but . . . I guess they\'re yours now.\

I stared dumbly at her.

\Over there,\ she motioned into the dining room. \I sat a deuce. Take them.\

\You\'re fucking with me?\

She shook her head and started walking away, but stopped. \Not tonight, I\'m not,\ she grinned and then skipped away to where Harold, the only other waiter tonight, was standing, legs crossed, leaning back against the wall studying his fingernails. I watched Melissa speak to him, his face brightened and he almost ran off the floor to do whatever not-so-handsome gay waiters do on a Saturday night. He was gone.

No. No. Fuck no. Real good. Fuck.

I turned back to the bar. The new kid was trying to lift a case of Absolut, while Dave, the old bar- keep, stood by pointing where he wanted it. Lazy ass Dave, of course, wouldn\'t lift a finger to help. The new kid saw me and smiled pathetically. Cute kid and it was hilarious watching her try to lug around all the cases. . . . But. Oh man. . . . Fuck. What a nightmare. I\'d be here at least another hour or two with the last table of the night.

Melissa, I could see was checking out, counting receipts and tabs, and would be gone in less than twenty minutes. Fuck. By the time I\'d get to the apartment, she\'d either be in bed sleeping or out for a couple of drinks with her friends. Disaster. All because . . . I turned to the new kid.

A junior in high school, bright black bob, she smiled, wide-eyed.

\You\'re a lot of trouble, you know that, kid?\

She froze, looking panicked.

I shook my head. \No. No. No. Forget about it. Just kidding.\

She tried to smile and I turned around. I\'d exact my revenge. The kid was a little young, but what the hell. A couple of drinks and she\'d probably suck me. . . . I stopped myself. You\'re a sick fuck, you know that Martin. A real sick fuck. I buttoned my jacket, straightened my black tie. Fuck. On to the deuce.

They were laughing, giggling like old school friends when I approached their table and I couldn\'t help but wonder how God works His mysterious ways. It was obvious why Melissa had wanted Harold to take the table and not me in the first place and it wasn\'t because she was anxious to hit the sack or anything. Well, she may have been, but. . . . What I\'m trying to say is that Melissa\'s the real jealous type and seated together were two astonishing young ladies-radiant in the soft light, their jet black hair shining. They looked Indian or perhaps Persian. I didn\'t know, but they were amazingly beautiful. Melissa rarely gave me attractive women to wait on-usually grandmother types or a tired couple falling asleep after their first miserable martini. I must have really pissed her off with my innocent flirtations with the new bar-stock girl. This would be bearable. Very nice.

The two ladies smiled up at me, stopping their exchange in mid-giggle. Close-up, I could see a strong resemblance and guessed they were sisters or somehow related, though one, the younger one, had a sweet round face and pudgy baby ruby lips, while the older one looked a little less voluptuous.

\Good evening, ladies. My name\'s-\

\Peter,\ the older, thinner one, interrupted, pointing at my name-tag, and the other one laughed, blushing deeply. Perfect English. Certainly not off the boat last week or anything.

I smiled. \Yes, Peter\'s the name. Peter-\

\No,\ the older one grinned. \No last names. Tonight there are no last names.\

I was warming to them. My kind of chicks.

\A special occasion?\ I asked.

They looked at each other and laughed.

I waited, enjoying openly their tight, elegant dresses and pushed up tits. The younger one, a luscious full-figured girl whose tits were jiggling with delight in a steady rhythm with her laughter, hadn\'t said a word yet, but her dark, round eyes mesmerized me and I couldn\'t help staring at her. The older one turned to me again.

\Guess where,\ she smiled. \Guess where Manisha\'s fianc is tonight?\

I groaned inside. Fianc. Shit. Well, I could still fantasize. Maybe I\'d fuck Melissa tonight pretending it was this silky creature under me. Fuck. Saturday night. Soon-to-be married. Two gorgeous babes alone.

\Bachelor party,\ I said, after a moment. \Your fianc is at a bachelor party.\

\Smart boy,\ she smiled. I smiled back. The older one\'s eyes were a lot less innocent. They were a lot more active and I was sure she\'d seen me staring at the younger one. \So guess what I want to do tonight?\ she asked.

I had several alternatives available to offer, but kept my mouth shut. I smiled and shrugged innocently.

\I want to keep Manisha from thinking about it.\

I grinned and then leaned forward and they looked up, unconsciously leaning back, a bit surprised. \How many bottles of champagne shall I bring?\

They loved it, almost squealing with joy. I let them finish.

\Let\'s start with one and see how things go, okay? I mean, he\'s at some filthy topless place with some skanky wench or having God know what done to him in some rat-infested alley and we\'re at the best restaurant in town. We want everything nice and easy and,\ she smiled, \in moderation. We want to be his antithesis tonight.\

I nodded. Antithesis. I loved women who used big words. These two showed no hint of an accent. They were obviously educated, sophisticated. This would be fun. I thought for a second. One bottle. No way these two would be satisfied with one bottle, not the way they were primped up. I knew two bottles would be polished off before the night was through. And I liked them. I didn\'t want to embarrass them, but I certainly didn\'t want to gauge them with two bottles of Dom or Crystal. They were too cool for that.

\May I offer a modest suggestion?\ I asked them.

The older one nodded.

\My suggestion assumes neither of you is pretentious for the sake of pretension.\

They smiled.

\Rather than spending the evening with Dom Perignon or Crystal, I would recommend our 96 Bollinger.\

The older one picked up the wine list, studied it for a few seconds, put it down and smiled up.

\You\'re reading us perfectly, Peter. My name\'s Mughdha.\

I smiled, nodding, heard them giggling as I walked away and headed for the bar. Mughdha and Manisha. The double M\'s. I loved it.

My innocent smile evaporated when I saw what awaited me at the bar. Melissa was there, purse in hand. She was not happy. I walked by her pretending she wasn\'t there.

\Why do you have to hit on every women that walks in this place? I saw you with those two ladies,\ she whispered violently in my ear as I handed Dave my order.

Dave smiled at me and went to get the bottle.

I rolled my eyes, tiring of her. \I\'m a waiter, right?\

\So?\

\So I make money providing people a certain experience, something special. I make people happy. That\'s what I\'m doing, okay? Making people happy.\

She stared at me, shaking her head, putting her purse on the bar.

\I\'m going home,\ she said finally. \And I\'m going to go out. And do you know what I\'m going to do? I\'m going to find someone to make me happy.\

I grinned. Melissa wasn\'t being entirely fair. I mean, sure, I\'d fooled around here and there, but nothing ridiculous and certainly nothing while we\'d been living together. I wasn\'t that lecherous. Well . . . sometimes I was, but usually. . . . And besides where was she going to get good fucking like I gave her? Well, pretty much anywhere, but. . . . Christ. Who besides me would put up with her constant whining and silliness? I shook my head. \Nobody, sweetheart. Nobody can make you as happy as I.\

She stared at me for a few seconds and grabbed her purse. I flinched, in mock terror, giving her the impression that I thought she was going to slap me.

She couldn\'t help smiling and I grinned back.

\What am I going to do with you Peter?\ she sighed sadly. \You\'re like an overgrown . . . forget it. I\'m going home.\

She was about to step away, but I held her arm.

\I\'ll tell you what you\'re going to do with me, cutey: anything you want in another hour or so. Anything you want.\

She shook her head and turned and walked out the front door. I watched her walk away, wondering whether she would really do anything stupid, quickly concluded she was too tired and with a certain amount of reassurance took the cold bottle of champagne Dave handed to me and headed back to delightful company awaiting me.

I\'d guessed right, of course. They polished off the first bottle of the Bollinger quickly and they were well into the second one. The two of them were a pleasure. Happy. Funny. Flirty. I wanted to surprise them. I convinced one of the remaining chefs to clean some oysters and I thought Mughdha, the older one, was going to kiss me when I brought the silver, sparkling tray to them.

\Oysters!\ Mughdha laughed. \We didn\'t-\

\On me,\ I smiled. \Early wedding present.\

\Thank you,\ Manisha blushed. \That\'s very nice.\

I placed the tray in front of them and walked away. I would return as quickly as appropriate. I had to see them sucking those babies down. It would make the entire night worth it. Very few things are more erotic than a woman having a fresh oyster sliding down her throat and since I had nothing else to do, I counted slowly in my head to five hundred (it was torture) and then carefully stepped around the corner and walked back to their table.

The sight was incredible. Both of them, drunk with champagne and looking flush, smiled up at me with glistening, almost dripping buttery lips.

\All is well?\ I grinned.

\Very,\ Mughdha smiled and took a nice wash down gulp from her fluted glass. Manisha raised her half-shell, opened her mouth and I couldn\'t help swallowing with her as it slivered down into her mouth. I could see it passing down her narrow throat, gently, effortlessly. She blinked once or twice and then looked up and turned away quickly when she saw me staring at her, but I could still see her lick her full lips clean.

I took the cold, wet bottle from the ice bucket and filled their glasses with the bubbly. I put the bottle back with a dramatic splash and they were both grinning at me.

I smiled back.

\We want to thank you,\ Manisha began, \for a wonderful evening.\

\I\'m glad.\

The three of us smiled at each other in silence.

\We should get going,\ Manisha said to Mughdha. \I think we\'re the last table here.\

\Peter doesn\'t mind. Do you Peter?\ Mughdha asked, turning to me.

\Not in the slightest. It\'s been my pleasure and the two of you should not feel rushed at all.\

\Well, take a seat, then,\ Mughdha continued. \We won\'t tell.\

I thought for a moment. No harm in relaxing a little. The owner was downstairs counting his cash, trying to determine how much he could get away with without reporting. I grabbed a chair from a nearby table and sat down.

\Where are you going on your honeymoon?\ I asked Manisha after I\'d settled in.

\India,\ she giggled.

\India?\

\My younger sister is going to have a second ceremony there,\ Mughdha said, the sudden bitterness in her voice surprising me. \It\'s kind of an arranged marriage.\

\Arranged?\ I blurted out without thinking and felt terrible as I saw Manisha blushing deeply, very uncomfortable.

She turned to me and tried to smile. I wanted to tell her I was sorry, that it was none of my business, but she tried to explain. \Our parents know each other, but my fianc and I have, you know, dated for a while now,\ she said softly.

\Dated for a while?\ Mughdha shook her head. \God. You haven\'t even slept with the guy.\

\Mughdha-\

\It\'s true. I don\'t know why you\'re marrying him. He\'s creepy. I don\'t care if he is a doctor. He\'s an arrogant ass.\

The two of them were silent, staring at each other, Manisha in wonderment that her sister was sharing intimate family details with a stranger and Mughdha letting herself become more and more upset.

\Things work a little differently in other cultures,\ I said stupidly, trying to break the silence.

\Bullshit,\ Mughdha spat out and took an oyster in her mouth and quickly sucked it down in a loud slurp. \She doesn\'t even love the guy,\ she said after it had settled down deep in her throat. She took her glass and took another gulp.

I took a deep breath. Now, how exactly had we gone from silly flirting to this sort of nastiness. I regretted sitting down with them, or with Mughdha, I should say. Manisha seemed absolutely wonderful and I felt sorry for her.

The two sisters stared at each other, again, in a silent furor.

\And who do you love, Mughdha?\ Manisha asked sarcastically. I grinned. Nice one. Obviously the older sister wasn\'t married and was a little jealous or something.

\Myself,\ Mughdha replied coldly, without hesitation, \I love myself. The grin on my face was wiped off.

\Well, um, I think,\ I said, and started standing up, but Mughdha clutched my arm and I stopped.

\I\'m sorry,\ she said softly. \This has nothing to do with you. My baby sister\'s an idiot. That\'s all.\

She was an idiot? I wanted to yell. You\'re here busting her chops in front of a stranger and she\'s the idiot. And then I saw the baby sister, turn away. I could hear her taking a deep breath, trying not to weep.

\Oh, don\'t cry,\ Mughdha snapped. \It\'s pathetic. It\'s your choice so don\'t start with that crap.\

\Why are you so upset with her?\ I asked, genuinely mad. Of course, it was none of my business, but I felt a lot of sympathy for Manisha and her sister seemed bent on making her miserable. It was ridiculous. They should be enjoying themselves. None of this was necessary.

\Because she\'s making a huge mistake,\ Mughdha said to me earnestly. \We were both born in the U.S., each of us have graduate degrees, we make a lot of money and she\'s going to humiliate herself to make my parents happy.\

\And you\'ve not made your parents happy?\ I asked.

\I don\'t give a shit. It\'s my life. I\'m not going to save myself for some asshole. When and if I marry, it\'s going to be my choice, not anyone else\'s.\

\Have you saved yourself?\ I teased Manisha, hoping she would smile at the silly joke. She blushed and then saw I was teasing her and was about to respond with something light, but her sister was ruthless.

\Oh, she\'s a virgin. Don\'t you worry about that. I think she\'s dated four guys in her twenty-six years and I bet not one of them even felt her up.\

That shut me up. I\'d had enough. Manisha\'s jaw was open, her eyes unbelieving and watering and . . . I was completely out of my element and what had begun as a pleasant little gathering had deteriorated into something ugly.

\We should be going,\ Manisha told her sister flatly, finally, after a moment of tense silence.

Mughdha seemed to have regained her composure and looked at her sister sadly. \I\'m sorry,\ she said. \Little too much to drink.\

Manisha took a deep breath and nodded and they turned to me apologetically.

I stood up and smiled down at them. \Let me get your check.\

\Don\'t forget the oysters,\ Manisha said softly.

I shook my head. \Please. They\'re on me.\

I went off to the side and tallied up the bill. I felt bad for Manisha. Arranged marriage. What the hell was that? Christ. These two weren\'t in some backwoods somewhere. And her older sister\'s nastiness. I didn\'t which was worse. Jesus. I yawned. It had been a long night. It would be nice to go to the apartment and unwind with Melissa, if she was there. She would be there. I laughed to myself. Melissa and an arranged marriage. She\'d shoot the whole wedding party first. Crazy world.

I walked back to the table and was happy to see that the two were at least talking to each other. They\'d been a little drunk. That\'s all. They\'d get over the unpleasantness of the evening and probably remember little of it in the morning.

They smiled when they saw me. I placed the bill on the table. I was about to walk away, but Mughdha shook her head. \Wait,\ she smiled. \Have you been to a bachelor party before?\

\Sure.\

\Is it true, you know, all that stuff you hear about?\

I smiled. I was happy that the conversation had lightened up a little.

\Well, you know, it depends a lot on who his friends are. Some friends are drips and the bachelor party is nothing, other friends. . .\ I faded dramatically. I was laughing inside. I could only imagine the sort of sorry party this guy and his uptight doctor friends would be having.

\Well, what do you think Manisha?\ Mughdha asked her sister.

\Jitendra\'s friends from his fraternity in college are throwing the party.\

I stopped laughing inside. Frat boy bachelor party. That might be interesting. One of the idiots certainly would be getting a hooker for the party. Whatever his name was would get at least a blow job out of the gathering. What a shame that he would be wasting his time with some tattooed tramp when he had waiting for him the lovely honey in front of me.

They were watching me, waiting for my assessment.

\They\'ll probably have a dancer there or something, but, you know, nothing crazy.\

\No hookers?\ Mughdha asked.

\Probably not.\

\Probably not?\

\Probably not,\ I smiled.

\What did I tell you,\ Mughdha turned to her sister. \I knew he\'d be involved with some whore tonight.\

\Jitendra\'s smarter than that,\ Manisha protested. \He\'s a doctor. He wouldn\'t do anything stupid like that.\

\Why wouldn\'t he?\

\Because he wouldn\'t want to get a decease or something disgusting like that.\

\Not because he loves you, right?\

\Well, of course, that, too, but he\'s doctor. He\'s not that stupid.\

\What do you think, Peter?\ Mughdha asked.

I shrugged. No way I was going to get involved in this one. No fucking way. Mughdha scared me. This was a continuation of her earlier attack, just a different angle. She was sneaky, and I had no desire to give her more fodder.

\Well,\ she persisted.

\I\'m sure he\'ll do the right thing.\

Mughdha laughed. \And Manisha, here, hasn\'t even seen a hard cock in her life.\ She shook her head in mock sadness.

I smiled awkwardly. Usually, I would have said something stupid like, Well, we can take care of that right here if you like,\' but the strange chemistry between the two sisters, and especially Mughdha\'s persistent belittling of Manisha, all of it was too much for me. \I\'ll be back with the check,\ I finally said.

\No. Wait,\ Mughdha quickly replied and reached for her purse. She dug around a little, took out a wallet and then handed me her credit card.

I returned with it and handed the receipt to Mughdha. She quickly scribbled her name and handed it back to me. I smiled, ready to tell them it had been a pleasure, wanting to wish Manisha good luck and all that, but Mughdha had other plans.

\What are you doing now?\ she asked as she put her purse away.

What the fuck is this? Christ. \Probably go home and rest,\ I smiled. \My girlfriend\'s waiting for me.\

My not-so-subtle response phased her not at all, and she continued smiling at me.

\You and this girl, you two live together?\ she asked smugly.

I nodded.

\Want to hang out a little?\ she continued dryly.

I looked at Manisha who was obviously as disconcerted as I. The poor woman was paling visibly even in the soft darkness of the dining room. Her sister, we concluded with a quick glance at each other, was nuts. We both returned out stares at Mughdha who didn\'t seem to have a care in the world.

Her smugness was starting to piss me off. Who the fuck did she think she was? Christ. I would play along. Christ, I\'d fuck her brains out if she pushed this far enough. And then I stopped myself. That was her plan. The chick got off on making people look stupid. I had no idea what she had in mind.

\I would love to hang out,\ I grinned.

She laughed. \Good. We\'ll go to our apartment and party a little.\

I continued grinning. No way this babe would go through with it, but I sure in the hell wasn\'t going to let her have the satisfaction.

I wasn\'t as sure half an hour later sitting in their living room in a high rise downtown apartment with my hands slowly circling Mughdha\'s smooth bouncy tits while my tongue was doing the same deep in her throat.

In spite of some bitter protests and continuing nastiness, Manisha had excused herself five minutes earlier, looking at me sadly, and two minutes after that Mughdha had given me a little dance in front of their tall double windows, and, with the city\'s night skyline as a back-drop, she slowly stripped her blouse and bra off. It had all happened so fast I hadn\'t had time to think what I was doing.

As I released her sweet mouth and started kissing and nibbling on her delicious throat, slowly descending to her sternum, I was in a terrible quandary. Of course, the only reason I\'d left with them was the tiny chance of nailing Manisha. I most certainly didn\'t want to cheat on Melissa with Mughdha who was incredibly beautiful, but not special enough to justify cheating. Maybe she\'d be satisfied with a little heavy petting and I\'d get home unscathed. Fuck, her marvelous tits were just below my chin. Why did she have to take off her bra?

\Ohhhh,\ she moaned as my tongue reached the side of her full left tit. \That feels so nice, Peter.\

I looked up at her and tried to smile. \I\'m a little uncomfortable,\ I said weakly. \You know, with Manisha here and everything.\

She shook her head and laughed down at me. \You wanted to fuck Manisha, didn\'t you? That\'s why you\'re here.\

I was silent.

\Heh, it\'s cool. I want Manisha to get fucked, too. I think it\'s ridiculous she\'s getting married a virgin and especially to that asshole.\

I raised my head and stared at her.

\You think I\'m a total bitch, don\'t you? I\'m not. I love my sister more than anything. Since my parents have given up on me they\'ve put this huge guilt-trip on her and I think it\'s total bullshit. She should marry who she wants, not some creep whose parents just so happened to live next door to mine thirty years ago in some filthy village in India. I mean, you know, we have an older brother and he married a nice American girl and the world didn\'t end. With Manisha and me. . . . Anyway,\ she smiled, \I don\'t know. I just think it\'s bullshit.\

\And having me fuck her will make it better?\ I asked dumbfounded.

She laughed. \It\'ll be a little sweet revenge, something Manisha will have that\'s hers solely, something not connected to our culture or any of that other bullshit so that when things get stupid she can always say to herself, Fuck yourselves. I remember one night with Peter and you people are all jokes.\'\

\Why me?\

She grinned. \You\'re reasonably attractive and she\'s getting married in a week. Not a lot of alternatives, you know.\

I shook my head, smiling. Mughdha was incredible. She almost convinced me her proposal was reasonable, unselfish.

It would be nice fucking her.

I tried kissing her again, but she pushed me away.

\How old are you? Twenty-five?\ she asked.

\Twenty-seven,\ I lied.

She looked at me carefully, knew I was lying and smiled.

\You\'re twenty-five if you\'re lucky. I\'m twenty-nine.\

I nodded. Great. Congratulations. Do you want an award? I tried to kiss her again. She pushed me away again.

\Come on,\ she said. \Help me. I want you to fuck my sister.\

I laughed. \What do you want me to do? Go in there and rape her?\

\Don\'t be vulgar. We have to have a plan.\

\Have you had other guys here before?\

\Sure.\

\So it\'s no big deal you sleeping with someone in here?\

\Well,\ she grinned. \I usually don\'t take off my clothes in the living room.\

\Maybe she\'ll come out and-\

\Don\'t be stupid. She\'s not going to come in here accidentally\' while you\'re between my thighs pumping away and sort of fall into the tangle of limbs. This isn\'t a bad porno, dummy.\

I tried to think about it, but wasn\'t doing too well. All the talk of pumping, her round tits and that narrow waist was . . . I was very hard.

\Well?\ she asked after a moment.

\I can\'t think.\

\What?\

\I can\'t concentrate.\

She looked at me and then glanced at my crotch and shook her head, smiling.

\That\'s not for me,\ she breathed and patted the little guy. \That\'s for Manisha. Get a hold of yourself.\

I smiled and she grinned at her stupid joke and then she wrapped her long fingers around the tent and then in a slow torturous motion straddled my thighs leaving her lovely tits swaying inches from my mouth. I reached up and cupped them both, their nipples hardening on my palms. I reached forward and kissed her.

\What about Manisha?\ she moaned in my mouth.

\We\'ll worry about her later, okay?\

She backed off and held my face. \Later?\

\Later.\

\Promise?\ she asked, as she started unbuttoning my pants and then unzipped them.

\I promise,\ I moaned, as my cock was being massaged out of my pants.

\Ummm,\ she sighed. \It\'s nice. You sure you can get this big boy up once more tonight?\

I couldn\'t answer. I was looking down and watching her massage and squeeze my life, slowly starting from the base and then up. The higher she squeezed the fatter and more purple the head got, with tiny pre-cum bubbles percolating at the tip. She spread the clear liquid with her thumb, leaving the cock-head glistening. I started fucking her hand.

After a minute or so, I gripped more tightly her tits, trying to maintain a semblance of control before I popped off in her hand. It was too much. I pulled her hand away.

\Get on the couch,\ I gasped. \Please.\

She got off my lap and fumbled with her skirt as I pulled down my pants and shorts completely. Her skirt fell to the floor and she was left in her silk, black panties and stockings. She was so tall and lean and I wondered for a moment whether she had fake tits, they seemed so out of place with the rest of her thin body. The moment passed as soon as it came-Who the fuck gave a shit?

I stood and took hold of her, pressing my cock against the silkiness of her panties. I grabbed her face and kissed her hard, shoving my tongue in her mouth. Her tongue entwined with mine and we sucked on each other. I backed her onto the couch and she gently fell down, looking up grinning wickedly. She looked perfect for a good fucking, like she was built for than and nothing else. I grabbed her panties and almost tore them off, pulling them off. She squealed with delight, helping me by kicking them away, hitting me in the chest several times with her knees.

\Easy, Mughdha,\ I smiled down at her.

\Fuck you,\ she grinned and reached down seductively and opened up her cunt lips.

I groaned inside. My cock throbbed at the sight. Her bush was neatly trimmed and her parting swollen vulva was shaven clean. That usually did nothing for me. I liked full natural bushes, and I\'d been looking forward to her dark, thick mound, but somehow it seemed so consistent with what little I knew about Mughdha. Always in control.

I fell on top of her and pushed her thighs apart with my knees. We kissed once more and I prodded with my cock, trying to find her opening. She reached down, grabbed me and I felt her guiding me to her. It felt hot, sticky and so, so wet. I felt her thick burning smooth lips spreading around my cock- head and I gently pushed and I could feel her body tense and then she gasped as I slowly penetrated her.

I raised my face. Only a quarter or so in. I wanted to see her face when I shoved it all to her. She looked up at me and smiled, her eyes glazed over and hungry. \Do it,\ she moaned and then muffled a scream as I shoved it all in, and her long lean legs wrapped themselves and pressed around my sweating ass as I reached bottom. It was a wonderfully tight fit and I almost blew it immediately when her cunt started clenching and rippling around me.

\You\'re so hard,\ she moaned and started thrusting up against me. \So fucking hard.\

It was a quickie. Her tits bounced and shook with each of my harsh deep thrusts. She scratched my back, and pushed up beautifully. I bit her neck, she bit mine. We fucked hard. I wanted to get off as soon as possible. Whether she came or not I have no idea. All I know is my come was wonderfully intense and draining.

I kissed her softly, trying to catch my breath, and slowly pulled out of her dripping, slick cunt. As soon as my still swollen cock-head popped out of her, she reached between her thighs and I watched her hand scoop out our juices and then slowly she streaked her body, her trimmed bush, her hard flat stomach, her tits, her throat and finally she brought her wet fingers to her mouth. She sucked on the them gently and then repeated the exercise, this time massaging her tits and nothing else.

I slumped on the couch next to her and massaged her semen streaked tits. In the back of my mind I knew I was trying to determine whether they were real or not and after a few seconds, I saw her grinning at me.

\What?\ I asked.

\I had them enlarged a year ago,\ she continued grinning.

I shook my head. Caught. Whatever. This chick was too smart for me anyway. She was an incredibly hot fuck, but. . . .

\You had a good come.\ she announced and sat up.

\How could I not?\ I smiled and she was reaching into her purse and took out a pack of cigarettes. She lit one. I couldn\'t take my eyes off her. Her hair was a bit tussled, but still quite perfect. Her tits jutted out beautifully, but it was with her cunt that my eyes danced for long moments. Its lips were open obscenely, swollen and dripping, the smoothness of her inner thighs glistening.

\I had a small one, not much of a come\ she said flatly as she took a deep drag. \You\'ll have to do better with Manisha.\ She exhaled.

I shook my head. \Mughdha, your sister\'s asleep. Let\'s leave well enough alone.\

She frowned down at me.

\What\'s your problem?\ I asked annoyed.

\Don\'t tell me you can\'t get it up again tonight.\

\Well, Christ. That\'s not my point. Let\'s just go to your room, okay? I want to fuck you again. But let\'s leave Manisha out-\

\Petey, we can fuck whenever we like,\ she smiled, put out her cigarette and then knelt between my sprawled thighs. She took my dripping floppy cock in her hand and studied it. \I mean, I\'m always one for giving second chances. Maybe, I\'ll invite you to Manisha\'s wedding-I\'ll have to tell my boyfriend to go to hell for a while-and we\'ll fuck right before and right after the ceremony. Hell, we\'ll fuck in front of my parent if you like,\ she laughed and started stroking the poor guy. \You and I fucking. That\'s not the problem. I want you to fuck Manisha. Tonight,\ she demanded and put the poor guy in her mouth and started sucking him dry.

I moaned and gave up. The one thing I really wanted to do was go home and get some sleep and pray that Melissa wouldn\'t notice any scratch marks on my back. Another thing I wanted was to make sure Manisha didn\'t get involved in any more insanity. Mughdha was obviously obsessed with doing harm to the poor kid . . . my cock was hardening.

Mughdha released him and grinned up at me, her lips wet, shining in the darkness.

\There,\ she smiled and stood up. \Now you\'re in the proper state of mind.

I was about to tell her to go to hell and grab my clothes and get out of there, but she reached down for my shoulders and pushed me back against the couch.

\Mughdha,\ I tried, but she was already straddling me. \Please . . . uhhhh, shit,\ I groaned and she had me buried to the hilt inside her sopping cunt with a suddenness that took my breath away. I could feel our combined juices splattering on my thighs. She was so hot inside.

\Fuck,\ I moaned and mouthed roughly one of her erect nipples to keep from screaming.

\That\'s right,\ she sighed, lifting herself slowly up and then we both groaned loudly as she violently shoved herself back down. She continued with the slow rising and the harsh shoving down several more glorious times and just as I was starting to get into a nice rhythm she was off on her feet, and my poor dripping cock slapped hard against my stomach.

\What are you doing?\ I gasped. \Are you nuts?\

\I was just making sure you could do the job?\ she smiled and took out another cigarette.

\Do the job?\ I seethed in desperation.

She shook her head at me pityingly. \I like you Petey. You\'ve got spirit. I very much want to keep fucking you for a while after today; you\'re a lot of fun, but you get none of this,\ she said, motioning her hand over her magnificently hard, naked body, \unless you fuck my sister. Don\'t you think she\'s attractive?\

\Attractive? She\'s incredible.\

\Well, then, whey don\'t you want to fuck her?\

\Maybe there was something in that champagne or maybe the oysters that reacted strangely with your brain Mughdha, but your sister is asleep, has no interest in me and . . . I\'m going home,\ I said, standing up, my cock still straining hard.

As I did, she quickly put her cigarette out and jumped on me, almost knocking me down.

\Mughdha, what-\ I said, but her arms were wrapped almost painfully around my neck, she lifted herself up and . . . I was sinking inside her again. I tried to push her off, but her legs were locked around my waist, our pelvic bones crushed together.

\Carry me into Manisha\'s room,\ she smiled, ever-so-slightly rising and falling, just enough to keep my cock painfully occupied.

\Are you crazy?\ I choked.

\Go ahead, Peter, please, for me,\ she continued, her eyes starting to roll back. \Quick. I\'m so close to coming and I don\'t want to now. Please.\

She wasn\'t the only one. My first instinct was to throw her down on the couch, flop her over on her stomach and fuck her hard, but she kept biting her lip, kept murmuring \Please.\ What the fuck? I thought. It was her sister. If Manisha screamed or whatever, she would have no one to blame but Mughdha. And I would have never see these two again. I would never. . . . I started waddling over to Manisha\'s room, thanking God Mughdha was so fit and light. I would have had a heart attack otherwise.

The entrance into Mughdha\'s room was clumsy. We banged against the door, struggled a little to get it open, and then. . . the lights blazed on.

\Mughdha?\ a voice mumbled confused and then, after a second or so: \MUGHDHA!\ the voice screamed terrified.

I have to admit that if someone had told me I would enter naked unannounced the bedroom of a beautiful sleeping woman, with another beautiful woman, who happened to be the sleeping babe\'s sister, straddling me, my cock buried to the balls in her, I would have told that someone that my cock would have wilted away and died. But it didn\'t. I steeled, strained harder. I felt stronger than ever. I grabbed Mughdha\'s beautiful face and kissed her deeply, shoving hard into her.

\MUGHDHA!\ poor Manisha screamed again, but Mughdha was gone. I had her pinned against the wall and she was holding me tighter than anyone I\'ve ever held, groaning and twisting hard in the throes of a monster orgasm. I released her mouth and she started screaming, jabbing herself harder and harder onto my cock.

\Oh my God! So Good! Oh, so Fucking Good! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ahhhhhhhhh!\

I grunted into her mouth my own release. Violent throbs and pulses slammed out of me and into her, over and over. I shuddered and was afraid I would tear her open and our cement-like grips only started relaxing when her screams quieted into incoherent gasps, whimpers and moans.

We panted like exhausted animals for long sweaty moments and I thought I could hear a creaking as her trembling thighs gently released from around my waist and slithered in starts and fits down my shaking thighs and then finally her feet touched the floor. My cock dribbled out of her and we leaned against each other, oblivious to the poor girl in the bed less than ten feet away. She let go of my neck, her hair dripping with sweat, and kissed me tenderly.

\Awesome,\ she breathed. \Fucking incredible.\ She turned from me to her sister. \Did you see that?\ she asked breathless.

\Please leave,\ Manisha cried. \This is too much, Mughdha. Go. I hate you.\

Mughdha turned from me and I saw Manisha turn away, refusing to look at her naked sister. \I\'m sorry,\ Mughdha whispered walking to her sister, our juices dripping from her cunt and splattering on the hard-wood floor. \It just happened and I wanted you to see. I don\'t know why. Peter had no idea. He thought this was my room. I just wanted you to see. I\'m sorry.\

I watched the two of them, as Mughdha took a seat on Manisha\'s bed. Manisha had her quilt wrapped tightly around, her eyes were red and streaked.

\Why?\ Manisha moaned to her sister.

\I want you to have lived a little before you got married.\

\Like this? Watching my older sister having sex with some stranger?\

Mughdha nodded and turned to me and smiled, pointing to a chair in the corner of the room. I suddenly felt extremely self-conscious as I saw Manisha\'s eyes desperately trying not to stare at me. I walked to the chair. I crossed my legs, tightly, hoping to cover myself and then uncrossed them when I saw Mughdha glaring at me.

\It doesn\'t make sense,\ Manisha was saying, shaking her head. \You\'re crazy. You really are.\

\Manisha, this is such a small thing. This means nothing. That\'s what I\'m trying to say. Sex shouldn\'t be such a big deal. My God. You\'re twenty-six years old. I mean, sex, it\'s incredible and it feels better than anything in life, but, in relative terms, it\'s pretty marginal. I mean, we\'re not going to die if we don\'t have it. On the other hand, after you get married next week, the likelihood that you\'re going to go out and experience something different is like nil. And that\'s not good. I want you to enjoy yourself,\ Mughdha cooed soothingly.

I wanted to scream to Manisha to not believe a word of it, to call the authorities or something, but kept quiet. I was too tired to care and wanted to find somewhere to crawl up and fall asleep.

\Do you see what I\'m trying to say?\ Mughdha asked her sister.

\No. I\'m sorry. I don\'t.\

\I want you to fuck Peter.\

I almost jumped out of my seat.

\What!\ Manisha gasped.

\Fuck Peter-\

\Are you-\

\Let me finish. It\'ll give you such independence, Manisha. Do you understand. It\'ll be something for you and no one else, something no one can take away from you, something you can use as a springboard to other acts of independence while you\'re married.\

\Like cheating on my husband?\

\Yes. Like cheating on your husband. If you find yourself with someone who attracts you, I want you to have the confidence to pursue that attraction.\

Manisha was silently shaking her head. I was sure she was exhausted, probably a little hungover and I felt bad for her. It\'ll end soon, I reminded myself. This will all be over and hopefully before three in the morning I\'d be home asleep.

\Peter,\ Mughdha interrupted my thoughts. She was turned to me, smiling. \Come here.\

I saw Manisha\'s eyes widen in terror.

\He\'s not going to touch you. Don\'t worry,\ Mughdha said sharply. \I just want to show you something.\

Mughdha turned to me again and I got off my seat when I saw her glare at me. I walked to her, terribly embarrassed. I looked down to avoid Manisha\'s stare and had to look up to avoid looking at my swinging, raw dick. My pubic hair was matted, wet, splattering of my come and Mughdha\'s juices all over. It was a vulgar disaster.

I stood by Mughdha, still seated on the bed, and she grabbed my dick with no ceremony or warmth.

\See,\ she almost laughed. \Look at it. This is what you\'ve been afraid of?\

Manisha, of course, was not looking at me or my dick. Mughdha didn\'t care. \Peter\'s got a nice dick, Manisha. It\'s perfect. And when he gets hard, it\'s incredible. You can hardly bend it. It feels wonderful.\ she smiled up at me and then blew a soft wisp of air on the head. I shivered. Jesus. \I\'ll show you,\ Mughdha said to her sister and took the poor guy in her mouth.

I heard Manisha gasp when she saw what her sister was doing. I looked down at her apologetically. What was I going to do? I wanted to ask her.

\Get out of my room,\ Manisha whispered in a panic. \Now.\

Mughdha paid no attention to her and continued slavishly lathering and sucking on the poor guy. And although I thought I didn\'t have it in me, I felt my cock stirring. I knew it wasn\'t the delicious blow-job solely that was working the miracle. It was the sight of poor Manisha, blushing and catching her breath, watching her sister, then watching me, but most important, and increasingly, watching my cock, hardening, thickening and lengthening in her sister\'s luscious mouth.

Finally, Mughdha released my cock and it sprang up to the ceiling.

\See,\ she breathed to her sister. \Look how hard it is. A good seven inches and really thick. And look at the curve, Manisha, like a banana. You don\'t see that a lot, but God it feels incredible pushing inside you,\ she smiled slyly up at me. She turned to her sister. \Come on. Go ahead, touch it.\

\No,\ Manisha said softly, but I could see she kept staring at it.

\It\'s not going to bite you. Just touch the damn thing,\ Mughdha said harshly.

Manisha looked up at me, as if seeking permission, and I smiled down at her. I wanted to feel bad, wanted to feel pity, but the sight of the quickening rise and fall of her tits under her t-shirt as she breathed deeply, the obvious hardening of her nipples, made such thoughts ridiculous. My cock strained for her touch. She reached up with her trembling hand and I moaned as she gingerly touched the swollen head.

\Wrap your hand around it,\ Mughdha instructed and like clockwork, Manisha\'s soft, small hand gently circled me and then softly squeezed. I saw Mughdha smiling triumphant and wanted to punch her in the mouth. I wanted a little privacy now. I felt uncomfortable. It was very well being treated like a slab of beef, but I was sure I could take it from here. She could have cared less.

\Stroke it, Manisha. Go ahead.\

And Manisha looked at her sister and then up at me and then at her hand and pulled away.

\What\'s wrong?\ Mughdha asked.

\This is too weird,\ Manisha said softly. \I think the two of you should go.\

\Why is it weird?\

\It just is.\

\Bullshit. It\'s weird because you\'re getting aroused. That\'s cool. Don\'t fight that feeling. Let it go.\

I looked down at Mughdha and my cock started receding. The moment had passed. And what was it with her and these cheesy pep talks peppered with bad rock lyrics? Good grief.

\Awww,\ Mughdha said when she saw my cock lowering. \That\'s what happens when you neglect the poor guy. Hard dicks and discussions about feelings don\'t mix too well. That\'s not the way it works.\

I wanted to laugh. That was a good one.

Manisha took a deep breath and turned to her sister. \This has gone too far. Just go. Please.\

Mughdha rolled her eyes in disgust with her younger sister and then without warning threw herself on the bed next to Manisha. She looked up at me as she opened her thighs lewdly.

\Come on,\ she called up. \Get in there. We haven\'t fucked on a bed yet. We might as well. Never waste a hard-on is my motto.\

I stared at her in disbelief. Too fucked up.

\Peter, come on. I don\'t care what Manisha does. She can stay and watch, go sleep in my room tonight or go to hell,\ she said matter-of-factly and then lowered a hand between her thighs. \I don\'t care. I\'m too horny. Come on. Fuck me.\

\Mughdha. . . .\ Manisha started in panic, but Mughdha already had her fingers feverishly slurping in and out of her gushing cunt.

The sight was too much: Mughdha on her back spread wide, finger fucking herself, the slurp, slurp and pop of her thick cunt-lips unbelievable, Manisha recoiling away at the edge of her bed, flushed, her big tits clearly excited. I grabbed my cock and within ten seconds had myself stroked to hardness once more.

With a renewed hunger, I got on the bed, heard Manisha scream in panic and heard Mughdha groan loudly as my cock skewered into her for the fourth time in the evening. It was an unbelievable fit. I\'d noticed it before with Melissa and other women after a marathon session. The vaginal muscles and vulva take on a different texture and tension after several fucks and full penetrations. Mughdha\'s cunt was burning, sloppy, but clamping tightly in a wild, insane grip. I could only imagine how sore she was.

Manisha\'s bed creaked loudly as I fucked her sister. The humping was unhurried, varied, almost casual, but each full thrust was more intense than the one before.

\Get up a little,\ Mughdha groaned. \I want Manisha to see your cock going in and out of my cunt.\

And she was right. Manisha had not left us. I could feel her deep, uneven breathing on my shoulder. I lifted myself up, off Mughdha lovely fake tits and looked down. The sight was better than any porno movie I\'d ever seen.

My pink, reddening cock was glistening, the veins on the top bulging, as it slowly moved in and out of a coffee mixed with creme body. Mughdha\'s blood red clit was clearly visible, and jerked and scraped along my cock with each thrust and retreat, the brown swollen cunt lips, tugged and stretched tightly around the pink, but most incredible was the fading of brown and red where her outer lips merged into her inner folds. At that marvelous juncture, my cock was penetrating, pushing the delicate, glistening folds in and then pulling them out.

I looked over at Manisha and saw she was mesmerized by the same sight I was enjoying.

\Go ahead,\ Mughdha was gasping out to her sister. \Touch where he\'s going in me. Touch him and touch me.\

Manisha snapped from her gaze and looked at her sister and then at me. She started to back away, trembling, and then Mughdha grabbed her hand.

\Let go,\ Manisha cried. \Please.\

\No,\ Mughdha snorted and in a few seconds I\'ll never forget, I watched as the sisters\' hands, one tightly grasping the other, reached between Mughdha and me and then I felt her touch. I looked down. Manisha fingers were scraping against my wet cock and I pushed hard and felt the hand pressing between us. Manisha gasped at the heated joining, the trapping of her hand.

\Pull out completely,\ Mughdha called up to me. I did as she asked and held myself hovering between her thighs.

\Put it back in,\ Mughdha called to her sister and I watched as Mughdha released her sister\'s hand and instead of jerking away, as I would have bet my life she would have done, Manisha\'s hand grabbed my cock firmly, aimed it at her sister\'s swollen opening and pulled me into her.

Mughdha and I groaned together at the renewed joining, but especially at the fresh sensation of soft fingers simultaneously touching us both.

\Take off your t-shirt, dear,\ Mughdha moaned up at her sister. Manisha shook her head. \Please,\ Mughdha persisted. \Please.\

Manisha pulled her hand from between Mughdha and me and in a swift, clean motion, I\'m sure so that she couldn\'t give herself time to change her mind, the shirt was off.

I slammed into Mughdha at the sight and she screamed. There was nothing fake about Manisha. I held myself tightly against Mughdha and stared at her sister. From the waist up, the incredible lady was naked. They flowed out of her body, beautifully heavy and sloping, the beautiful almost black nipples puffed in excitement. The poor kid held her hands in her lap, unsure what to do next.

\Now take off your panties, baby,\ Mughdha moaned to her sister.

Manisha hesitated. To do that would be a total capitulation to her sister and she was trying to maintain some sort of identity.

\Manisha, you\'ve done everything else. It doesn\'t mean anything. Go ahead, baby.\

Manisha took a deep breath and then reached under the sheets covering her. I watched her hands working underneath the sheets, and wanted to scream for her to reveal herself, but I knew that would be the end of it. Better to let the sisters do their tug of war. I was a bystander in this struggle. A bystander with an extremely hard cock deeply buried in one of the participants, but still a bystander.

\Now, take the sheets off, Manisha. We want to see you, don\'t we Peter.\

I nodded, stifling the insane desire to scream out Yes!\'. Manisha again hesitated, but this time Mughdha grew impatient and in a flurry jerked the sheets off her sister. The poor girl didn\'t know what was happening until she was sitting there naked next to her sister getting fucked. Her hand instinctively jerked down to cover herself, but I\'d seen enough in the split second before and even her hand wasn\'t entirely effective because the girl\'s mound was covered fully and thickly with a wonderful jet black bush. My cock throbbed wildly in anticipation. Mughdha felt it as well and grinned up at me, the first time she and I had made eye-contact in long minutes. Her eyes told the story. She was telling me not to come, to save myself for the main task. She turned back to her sister.

\Okay, Manisha. You\'re doing so well. Now lie down next to us.\

Manisha again reluctantly complied, and as if by some insane magic I had both sisters in bed with me, both on their backs. To be sure, one of them was spread eagle with me slowly pumping away between her thighs, and the other one was covering herself tightly, embarrassed, but I would have never guessed things could have gotten this far, so I wasn\'t complaining. God no. And then I noticed that Manisha wasn\'t just covering herself, that her hand seemed to be digging deeply into her crotch.

\Open your thighs, Manisha,\ Mughdha commanded and again Manisha complied, gingerly opening her legs up (still covering\' herself, of course) and I began pushing into Mughdha with greater urgency. I was doing so less because I wanted to get on with the fucking of Mughdha and more for the fact that our humping was causing Manisha\'s tits to jerk and ripple gloriously up and down. It was not at all difficult imagining it was Manisha taking in my cock now and not Mughdha.

\Okay. Now, Peter is going to lie on top of you,\ Mughdha told her sister.

Manisha\'s eyes widened. \No, he\'s not,\ she quivered.

Mughdha shook her head impatiently. \No. No. No. Don\'t worry. He\'s not going to do anything. It\'ll feel incredible just to feel his weight on you,\ she said to her sister. \Promise not to do anything, Peter?\ she grinned up at me.

\I promise,\ I moaned, and then realized it was the first thing I\'d said since Mughdha and I had stumbled into Manisha\'s bedroom.

Manisha looked at me, searching my eyes to see whether I could be trusted. I tried to look as innocent as possible.

\Okay,\ she sighed and then turned her head away from Mughdha and me.

\Good,\ Mughdha smiled and started pushing me off her. \Now, Peter,\ she told me as my cock slurped out of her. \Just lie on top of her and keep your dick out of her pussy. Just saw against her mound with your underskin, okay? Your banana cock is perfect for that.\

I nodded, somewhat confused. Christ. To go this far and not get into Manisha seemed criminal. Mughdha gave no encouragement and I groaned as I raised myself completely off her.

Although Manisha was inches away, covering that distance from Mughdha\'s body to her\'s seemed like an extraordinary challenge. All of the doubts, the knowledge that I was being used by Mughdha in some sick revenge against her parents, all of it almost overcame me as I looked over to Manisha\'s soft, quivering, but voluptuous body. And then for the first time in the evening I thought about her fianc. There was something sacred about pregnant women and a woman who\'s about to be married. Soiling such a woman seems a greater sin than committing adultery with some woman who\'s been married for years. The only thing worse would be to get some other guy\'s woman pregnant. Jesus. In a pretty primal way, I would be taking the poor guy\'s prize, especially if Manisha were, in fact, a virgin. I didn\'t know him-he was probably a good egg-and . . . fuck. If only she wasn\'t so good- looking. God. Those tits. Those full thighs and hips. Fuck. Fuck. And then I let myself rationalize. Maybe Mughdha wouldn\'t be so awful as to conclude all of this with my cock shoving in and out of Manisha\'s as yet untouched hairy cunt. Fuck.

\What are you waiting for?\ Mughdha hissed into my ear. I looked at her furious and saw in her face that all my rationalizations were ridiculous. The chick was evil. No way of getting around it. A great fuck, probably the best in my life, but . . . . She motioned to her waiting sister and I closed my eyes and gently fell on her.

Manisha gasped as my weight started coming down on her and looked up at me with wide dark soft eyes in a panic when she felt the underside of my sticky hard cock coming to rest tightly against her pubic mound. I tried to comfort her with a smile, and it seemed to help a little.

\Feels nice,\ Mughdha whispered to her sister and I saw that she was lying down closely next to us, her hand between her thighs.

Manisha groaned and bit her lip as my full weight settled on top of her.

I, on the other hand, was in heaven. Her magnificent tits felt like the softest pillows in the world. Her barely open thigh burned against mine and my cock jerked and throbbed in the forest of her tickling sticky thick bush. I reached down and kissed her. I had to. It seemed the most natural thing in the world. She tried to turn away, but I persisted and after a moment of soft touching, we began kissing and breathing deeply into each other\'s mouths. She was wonderful to taste, so different from the tobacco and harsh taste of her sister, so fresh and delicate.

Gradually, as we gently kissed, of their own accord, I could feel her thighs opening wider and I felt myself slowly lowered between them so that after a few minutes we were gently rubbing our genitals together. Mughdha was right: my cock was perfect. The underside, the whole length of it to my balls slowly sawed against the open, furry thick lips of her cunt. It took only a few seconds, and then I could feel her juices boiling out of her and our rubbing became more intense and urgent. We were trying to do everything but fuck and it was a maddening exercise for both of us. Each time I felt my cockhead lowering to where I felt her vaginal opening was it took every once of concentration I had to make sure I didn\'t push everything in.

\How does it feel?\ Mughdha moaned down at us and I noticed that she was on her knees, resting her arms on my shoulders.

Manisha opened her eyes and looked up and I could see she was as startled as me that her sister was no longer on her back.

\How does it feel?\ Mughdha asked again and softly patted my writhing and sweating ass.

Manisha seemed to not want to give her the satisfaction of answering and turned away to let me suck on her wonderful neck and then I grabbed hold of one of her gorgeous tits and started suckling on it, but Mughdha persisted. \It feels good, I know,\ she gloated over us and her fingers were prodding in between my ass cheeks and began to massage my dangling balls.

Manisha looked up and nodded. \Yes,\ she breathed as I circled her delicious nipple in my mouth. \It feels wonderful and . . . ummm . . . it\'s going to end in a minute. That\'s it.\

\Of course,\ Mughdha sighed resigned. \Of course,\ she continued and her hand gently wrapped around my sawing cock.

\Heh!\ Manisha called out alarmed and tried to push me off. \Don\'t do that, Peter.\

My mind scrambled for a second and then I realized what was happening. Mughdha was touching her sister\'s cunt. Oh fuck. My cock jerked.

\He\'s doing nothing,\ Mughdha called down dryly. \That\'s me,\ she whispered.

\Don\'t do that,\ Manisha moaned and I could feel right under my balls Mughdha\'s fingers enter her sister.

\Why not? Feels good and you\'re so hot, Manisha.\

\You\'re my sister.\

Mughdha laughed. \Would you rather have this?\ she asked and I felt Mughdha jerking my cock painfully down and then resting the cockhead just within the hot ooze of Manisha\'s opening, her thick furry lips spreading wide.

\No,\ Manisha moaned.

\You sure?\ Mughdha whispered and I felt the head slowly being pushed inside Manisha.

\No. Please God. Don\'t do that to me, Mughdha,\ Manisha groaned louder.

\No, you\'re not sure or no you don\'t want this big cock?\ Mughdha laughed and both Manisha and I groaned loudly as my cockhead fully found an entrance inside her.

And then it was quickly pulled out.

I felt Manisha gasp at the release. I wanted to scream in frustration.

\You sure you don\'t want this?\ Mughdha asked again and teased my cock against the swollen opening it had just left.

Manisha was silent, breathing unevenly, deeply.

\What will it be?\ Mughdha laughed. \This?\ she hissed and she shoved the cockhead inside the lovely opening again, \or this?\ she breathed as she quickly jerked it out.

The poor girl and I were lost, both silent and sweating, trying to retain some reason in the torture. Mughdha continued, without mercy, sharply shoving just my cockhead inside her sister and just as suddenly jerking me out. In fact, she was doing so in a steady rhythm and cadence and each time she did Manisha and I would thrust against each other involuntary in anticipation, almost playfully after a couple of minutes, because we knew Mughdha would save us from a full joining. Each time we did so we would look deep into each other\'s eyes, as if this was it: I was going to take her virginity and she was desperate to let it happen. Each time Mughdha pulled me out just in time, our eyes would express disappointment and relief at the same time. I\'m sure neither of us would ever admit it, but we were beginning to enjoy the game immensely and didn\'t try to stop Mughdha.

And as the game went on and on and each time brought us closer to a long needed release, and when I thought I wouldn\'t be able to hold out for a moment longer, Mughdha didn\'t save us. She pushed just my cock head in, as she had more than three dozen times before, and then released my cock entirely. The inevitable happened. Manisha and I thrust against each oth