Oral gymnastics

I don’t usually get jammed up on papers, but I’m jammed up on this one. I have time—I’m mostly done, and it’s not due tomorrow—but I can’t figure out how to get my last point out of my head and into words. I stare at the screen in blank frustration. Maybe if I—

I almost jump out of my skin at the sudden noise. What—? Then my brain reassembles itself and I recognize the ringtone for my work number. (“Let’s Get It On,” by Marvin Gaye, if you must know. —Yeah, maybe that could be embarrassing if it goes off at the wrong time; that’s why the sound profile on your smartphone is your friend.) I answer, and a lightly accented soprano asks the usual question: “Are you the cunnilinguist?”

She says her name is Anaya Rao, that she’s another gymnast, and that she chose to give up vaginal intercourse from the start of the school year for the sake of gymnastics. Predictably, she’s horny beyond belief. To my surprise, she wants me to come to her dorm room—she assures me she’s not loud during sex. When I raise the issue of her roommate, she tells me with complete confidence that her roommate won’t be a problem. There’s a little bubble of delight in her voice when she says that which makes me think she’s pulled something significant on the roommate to get her out of the way, but that’s not my problem. Anaya asks if I could possibly come right away; I can use the break, I think, so I agree.

When I knock on the door of her room, I hear her tell me to come in and lock the door behind me. I do as she says, then step into the room and look around for her—

—and see not one but two Indian girls sitting buck-naked on a bed playing with themselves. Each has one hand busy in her snatch and the other pulling and twisting one of her nipples. Identical twins. No wonder she wasn’t worried about her roommate—this is a two-fer. “I’m Anaya,” one of them says. “Don’t worry, we’re paying you for both of us. The money is there on my desk with the referral card.” I pocket it, then look back to them.

“My name is Ayana,” says the other. “We couldn’t agree which of us got you first”

“so we decided to share you this time,” says her sister, who’s obviously Anaya by process of elimination. I decide I’m not going to try to keep them straight—not this time, anyway.

“But it didn’t seem fair to you to make you service both of us at the same time without any help,” Ayana begins.

“so we decided to do a lot of the work ourselves,” Anaya concludes. (I don’t know if this is normal for them or if they’re just playing with me, but they’re clearly of one mind about what they want to do with me—or want me to do with them.)

“We’ll let you play with all of each of us individually another time;”

“for now, we just want you to eat our pussies.”

“We want it standing up.”

“Umm,” I say, “how am I supposed to eat you both out at the same time?”

They look at me in some surprise. “You have two hands.”

“Well, yes,” I admit.

“Our favorite porn video is a man fucking identical twin sisters at the same time.”

“He had them next to each other and just alternated between their pussies.”

“You can finger us both at the same time and go back and forth between our clits.”

“That’s one reason for doing it standing up—you can fingerfuck us deeper.”

They start to move; I tell them to wait a moment, and they subside again. First, I take the opportunity to look at them. They’re about Alyssa’s height and build, with small tits and tight little round asses. They have heart-shaped faces, café au lait complexions, dark brown eyes, and shoulder-length brown hair. Their nipples and areolae are small and the color of black coffee. Then I say, “I need to make sure for myself that your pussies are wet enough.” They grin and spread their legs.

I bend down to one and run a finger down her slit, just dipped between her outer lips; it comes back very wet indeed. I spread her open and breathe deeply. I can smell the soap clearly, but also her musky sweetness, which makes me think of exotic flowers. Her sister’s pussy is the same, and just as wet. Their pussies are small and jewel-like, not the dark brown I expected but deep red; both outer and inner lips are slight and delicate. Their clits are bigger than I expected, though, little buds already emerged from their hoods. I give one sister an experimental lick, stern to stem, and she shivers and trembles under my tongue; I do the same to the other, and she reacts in much the same way. Both hum with pleasure. They look at me and I nod, and they go brace themselves against the wall right next to each other, feet shoulder-width apart.

I toss a couple pillows on the floor and kneel down before the twins, just where their feet are touching. Internally, I’m laughing. Who would have thought I’d ever be doing anything like this? It’s so far outside my previous experience—but that doesn’t matter, really. Just relax and enjoy it. And make them enjoy it.

In this position, I’m going to have to leave their twin cunts to my fingers. If I had their flexibility, I could probably tongue-fuck them, but I’m me; if I tried it, it would take me a week to straighten out my neck. As small as they are, I need to make sure my fingers are quite wet. I could just stick them in my mouth, but where would the fun be in that? Instead, I begin stroking their snatches, trailing my fingers through their juices. I caress their inner lips, capturing them between my fingers and tugging on them as I stroke up and down. I tease their fuckholes, rimming each with a fingertip and just dipping it in; the sisters gasp and buck their hips, but to no avail. I explore their slick oysters, and feather my fingertips over their little buttons, just to see how sensitive they are; I’m rewarded with more gasps and more thrusts of their slim hips. I look up to see the twins watching me and biting their lower lips. They look sensual and lustful; they look desirable, and they look adorable.

At last, I slip a finger into each cunt, and I almost gasp. The twins are so tight, that might be the most I can do. I know they said they’d sworn off cock until their season is over, but I wonder if either has ever had a cock in her at all. I won’t have to worry about either of them jumping me, I expect, because I don’t think they could fit me in. If the sisters aren’t as virgin as I am, they have to be close. Given that they’re also extremely wet and hot, their tightness makes even fingering them a sensual experience.

Since I can only fit one finger at a time, I decide to change fingers. I pull my hands out, and the twins moan softly at the emptiness. They watch me deliberately suck their juices off my fingers, and they moan again, with arousal. When I deliberately extend my middle fingers, flipping them off—fuck you, sisters! well, that’s the idea—they giggle, until their giggles change to gasps as I thrust my middle fingers into their molten heat.

I curl my fingers forward to find their G-spots, and am relieved to find them quite prominent. Judging from the gasps I hear above me, they’re also very sensitive. I stroke them for a little while, making the twins writhe and moan; then it occurs to me to take advantage of my position. I press my middle fingers hard forward and drive them all the way in, rubbing almost the whole length of my finger against their sensitive ridges. Then I start thrusting rhythmically, fingerfucking the sisters in truth with long, smooth strokes. They tremble and quiver, and make hissing, whistling noises between their teeth that remind me of teakettles coming to a boil.

I start to think the twins won’t be too long in cumming, which means I’d best savor their clits while I have the chance. I bend to one girl and caress her pearl with my lips, then trace around it with my tongue. She gets louder, and louder still when I flick its tip; her breathing comes faster and begins to grow ragged. I need to keep them in balance as much as I can, so I switch to the other girl and do the same.

I kiss and lick her button until she starts jerking her hips, then move back to her twin. I lock on to her trembling bud and suck it as deep as I can into my mouth, lashing it with my tongue; the teakettle gets louder. I return to her sister and suck on her clit as well, twirling my tongue around it and flicking the tip. I start fucking them harder and faster with my fingers, pressing as hard as I can against their G-spots to maximize their pleasure.

From the way they’re quivering and flexing their hips, I think the sisters are close. I piston their cunts hard with my fingers, being careful not to ram them all the way home; I’m sure it’s one thing having a man’s cock and balls slam into you, but doing that with my knuckles would be—well, like an uppercut to the balls. I lock my lips onto one of the twin clits and suck it deep and hard, like I’m trying to suck it right out of her twat; she lets out a small scream and her climax comes down on her like an avalanche. I start suckling her rapidly, and I keep pumping her with my middle finger, though her cunt squeezes me so hard, it’s difficult to move.

As she starts coming down, I thrust my finger all the way in and let it rest there while I move my head. Her sister is looking a little envious, but when she sees me wrap my lips around her button, her face fills with anticipation. She has almost my entire concentration now, as a compensation for going second. I start undulating my finger as I fuck her, and I suck her clit a bit differently. I actually suckle her, except I suck in hard and long, with just quick releases in between.

Her twin’s cunt has barely stopped spasming on my finger when she gives a small scream of her own and cums hard on my finger and tongue. Again, I keep pumping her cunt even through the incredible tightness as she clamps down on me; in her case, though, I stop suckling and just suck as hard as I can on her pearl, flicking its tip with my tongue. I don’t think she cums harder than her sister did, but since she had to wait, I make sure she cums longer.

When both of the twins are slumped against the wall, spent, I pull my fingers out of their pussies and stand up. I suck off my fingers, then give one of them a deep, hard kiss. I break off while I still taste strongly of girl cum and kiss the other deep and hard as well. When I pull back, they giggle, grab my head, and pull me into a three-way kiss. Tongueplay with two women at once—another new and unpremeditated experience. When they break off, all three of us are breathless.

“We must do this again sometime soon,” one says.

“one at a time, so we can enjoy the full experience,” the other finishes.

“We’re not saying one on one, though,” the first giggles.

“we’ll both be here,” her twin informs me, through giggles of her own.

“Next time, we want you to take your time eating us out and see how many times you can make us cum,”

“and we want to watch you doing it.”

“That will be insanely hot,” they say in unison.

I think I might be in trouble.