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The Twins in San Francisco Ch. 01

By: bluedragonauthor



The following story includes characters from "THE SORORITY HOUSE" series. Reading that series first is not a requirement, although it will enhance the reading experience.

Part 1: The Twins

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"Hey there, stud."

I recognized the voice immediately. Somehow, she always knew where to find me. No matter where I went in the course of a given day, she just kind of showed up. It was as if she'd sown a homing device into my skin. For example, one day a major client down in Sunnyvale had their HR Management System go down, and within an hour I'd been dispatched with a few other team members to the site to find the problem. While we were debugging, I discovered that we needed one of our diagnostic tools back in the company van. Lo and behold, there she was, sitting on the hood and waiting for me, an hour away from our home in San Francisco. She had dragged me inside the van for a quickie and then sent me back to my team with a goofy grin on my face.

God, she was an amazing fuck.

The Starbucks was in the 300 block of Market Street in downtown San Francisco, just half a block from my company's building. On this August afternoon, I was quietly sitting on a stool sipping a frappucino, enjoying a break from my computer monitor and watching the busy traffic cruise by. I looked up into the glass between me and the sidewalk, and I saw the faint reflection of her pretty face staring back at me. The corners of her mouth turned upwards in a wicked grin.

Sighing in resignation but also amusement, I set my coffee onto the counter in front of me, and then looked back up into her reflection. A second later I was flat on my back on the floor after Trinh had shoved me, a quiet pain forming in my backside where I had landed. People were backing away from us as they witnessed what looked like an unprovoked assault. I felt her weight on my hips as she straddled me on the floor. I let out a quiet "ouch" from the pain blossoming in my rear, and she gave me that wicked grin again.

"You're such a baby." And then she kissed me.

This was no ordinary kiss. This was passionate, wet, and sloppy, and despite our very public situation I felt myself returning the kiss with all my energy. Our tongues were darting in and out of each other's mouth, and I'm sure they were clearly visible to the hapless bystanders. I felt her firm tits pressing against my chest, and the intensity of her arousal had me hard in seconds. I felt a hand descend to my rod, where she was grasping me through my slacks, caressing my balls.

Somewhere behind me, I heard the disgusted gasp of some little old lady. Frenching and being groped on the floor of a downtown Starbucks was not exactly something I went out of my way to experience. I was more than a little embarrassed, and some part of my head was screaming at me to get up and compose myself. However, the exhibition of it was probably one of the things that had gotten Trinh this revved up. And the passion and heat of her kiss was more than enough to make up for my little embarrassment. I would stand in the middle of a nunnery buck naked if it meant she'd kiss me like this.

Eventually, we parted lips, and Trinh took a cursory look around at the audience we had attracted. She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Let's get out of here."

***

Things were not always this way. A little over three weeks ago I was just your typical Level 2 Programmer. I was paid an insane amount of money to design and code modules for big-company software. I had graduated a little more than a year ago from a top Bay Area university, and my apartment was still making the slow transition from college poverty to computer engineering wealth. I had my group of professional friends, some of them tech nerds and some of them not. I was a clean-cut good looking guy, but our association with computers in college had steered most of the hot co-eds away from my college group.

It was a Friday night, and my buddies and I headed out to "Reloaded," a big downtown SF club with a "Matrix" theme frequented most by the early 20's crowd. It also happened to be "Asian Night." Amidst the laser lights and bass-thudding songs, there had to be a hundred Asian babes wearing next to nothing and gyrating their tight asses around with the young men of San Fran all fawning over them and hoping to get lucky. We got our drinks and managed to find a table, and sat down to chat and get a good buzz going. I was relatively shy back then, and it would take a couple of drinks before I normally got the nerve to get up and dance. We aimlessly talked about nothing, and kept our eyes focused on the scantily clad tits and asses swaying before us. I consider myself to be fairly open minded and am all for female equality. But when it comes to clubbing, sexuality dominates and I feel perfectly justified in viewing women as sex objects.

In the middle of this sea of beauty, two girls stood out in my eyes. Atop one of the many platforms nearby to us, two girls were grinding their hips into each other and giving anyone watching a rather racy semi-lesbian show. As I felt the heat of my latest alcoholic concoction burning its way down my throat, I stared, entranced at the vision of these two before me.

Both of the girls wore black micro-miniskirts that just barely extended past the curve of their tight asses. Both had dark halter tops that only had laces across the lower back, revealing graceful necklines and proving neither wore a bra. The fabric was metallic and sparkled with their every movement. And encased in those tops were some very full busts for Asian women, C-cups at least that seemed impossibly round and perky without bra support. Their bodies were nearly identical, and at first glance I would take them for twins. The one with the blue top had the high cheekbones and full lips; but the one with the Violet top had mesmerizing eyes that glowed with an inner white light. Blue's jet black hair was done up into two schoolgirl pigtails with two long strands of bangs falling loosely forwards to frame her face. Violet's black hair had the same kind of bangs, but the rest was pulled back into a single tight braid. It also rippled in the light, and if not for the lasers I would have sworn she had dyed it violet as well. Blue now had her face buried in Violet's chest, with her hands obviously cupping Violet's asscheeks underneath the microskirt, the outline of her hands clearly visible through the tight fabric.

And in this middle of this erotic embrace, Violet stared right into my eyes. For minutes, as she gyrated and caressed her twin, she kept those hypnotic eyes locked onto me. Without blinking, she bored into me and I felt almost like she had invaded my mind and was currently plucking out every dirty thought I was having about the two girls. I drank in their perfect forms, and the longer I stared the easier it became to tell them apart. Blue had tightly muscled abs that almost formed a six-pack, and her butt was nearly flat. Violet had a few more curves to her, but would be considered quite slender if not immediately next to Blue. Both of them had such full chests however it seemed almost unfair to other women given their slim hips. When the song ended, Blue looked up to Violet to see where she had been staring. Violet nodded to me, and Blue hopped off the platform, coming in a direct beeline to my table.

All conversation died at my table when Blue hopped onto it, sliding my glass out of the way and sitting her butt on the table before me. Before I could react, her feet were planted on the bench on either side of me, and as she spread her legs I could clearly see in the dim light that she wasn't wearing any panties. She grabbed my head in her hands and looked down into my face.

"Not bad..." she muttered coldly. She twisted my head side to side, as if evaluating my appearance. Then she leaned down and with a strong hand on my jaw, shoved her tongue down my throat.

My body locked up for a moment as she kissed me, but my instincts kicked in as I returned the kiss with equal fervor. She broke away after a minute, newfound appreciation in her face. "Hmm, your kissing shows promise though."

With that Blue leaned down and kissed my cheek, and I felt the erotic wetness of her tongue coating my ear. As she came close, I closed my eyes and inhaled her sweet scent. To be heard over the music still pumping into the air, she began to speak directly into my ear. "Quyen saw you staring at us. She said you two had a little connection, and she wants to dance with you." She paused for a moment to give my ear another tongue bath. "Do you wanna dance?"

The heat in her voice sent a spark of electricity straight to my crotch. Rule#17 for men: Never turn down a request from a good-looking woman. Nodding my reply, she slid off the table and reached out for my hand. With a second glance at my friends, who were merely staring at Blue's tight body in stunned silence, I took her hand and let her lead me through the swaying bodies and up onto the platform, where I was quickly sandwiched between these two hotties.

My heartbeat was thudding in my ears almost loud enough to drown out the music, but I settled for matching the girls' rhythm. In time with the beat, Violet/Quyen turned about and backed her ass into my hips, where I placed my hands on her legs as we swayed as one with the music. Blue was not left out either as she sidled in directly behind me, grinding her crotch into my ass. Blue removed my hands from Quyen's legs and directed me to wrap my arms about Quyen's midsection, and once in my embrace Quyen sagged against my chest. I was watching her sweet face intently as I felt Blue rubbing her big tits into my back. Still watching Quyen I watched her slip a hand under the skirt. It came up a moment later and I saw two fingers glistening with moisture in the dim light. As we danced together, she put the fingers into my mouth where I sucked off her sweet juices.

This was all too surreal. I spared a glance at my friends, where every single one of them was staring at me with these two beauties. Todd had his mouth open and looked like he was drooling.

I knew this dream had to end and sure enough here came one of the security guards. Shouting to be heard over the noise, he tapped me on the leg. "Get down, son. Only women are allowed on the platforms."

I nodded mutely and moved to get off, but Blue stepped between me and the guard, where she leaned down to talk to him. In her position, and following the guard's line of sight, I realized that he had a perfect view of Blue's bra-less tits, now hanging freely as her top sagged downwards. "C'mon, Jerry. He's a friend of mine, and I promise I'll take him in a minute." She smiled sweetly.

Jerry chuckled. "Oh, alright Trinh. But only for a few minutes."

So with Jerry stepping aside to join the other twenty guys staring jealously at me, Blue/Trinh and Quyen continued to fondle me as we swayed to the music. When the song ended, Trinh spun me about and leaned in towards my ear. "Buy us a drink?"

Rule#29 for men: Always buy the girl a drink. I would have to amend that rule: Buy both of them a drink. We sidled over to the bar, and when Trinh tapped on the counter, one of the bartenders immediately arrived. She apparently had quite a bit of influence at this club. "What'll it be?"

Trinh ordered for herself and Quyen, and I ordered mine. The bartender returned with our drinks and looking straight at Trinh told her "no charge." But Trinh shook her head and nodded to me. "Aw, Kevin, you don't have to do that. My stud here is picking it up."

Kevin looked to me with a flash of jealousy in his eyes, but obediently took my money. I left him a hefty tip as our trio returned back towards the dance floor. I was fully expecting us to continue dancing. It wasn't even midnight yet and the night was young, but the girls apparently had other ideas. Once the drinks were finished, Quyen began pulling me towards the exits, with Trinh following closely. Momentarily, I wondered how I would get home as Todd had driven me here. But I was not about to open my mouth as I watched Quyen's dimpled backside swaying before me as she tugged me out into the cool night air.

Once by the street, Trinh snapped her fingers and within seconds a stylish Blue Porsche was pulled up by the valet. Trinh gave him a kiss on the cheek in lieu of a tip, and I don't doubt for a second the valet found it worth more than any amount of money she could have given him. Trinh hopped into the driver's side, and Quyen pushed me down into the front passenger seat, then hopped into my lap. I had barely closed the door and definitely not buckled anyone in before Trinh peeled out with squealing tires.

In this whole night, Quyen had still not said a word, but only drilled her glowing eyes into me. As Trinh whipped us through the streets of downtown, Quyen descended her mouth to mine as we shared our first kiss. I don't believe her lips left mine for the next ten minutes as we sped to wherever our destination was, the Porsche humming as it roared up the steep streets of the San Francisco hills. Before I realized it, I had buried my fingers under Quyen's skirt and into her damp pussy, causing her to squirm in my lap and kiss me even harder. I don't know what boldness came over me, whether from the heady situation or the alcohol, but I was loving every minute of this. Towards the end of our journey when those ten minutes were up, I felt Quyen shudder in my arms as her hips spasmed and dumped a good load of her honey onto my hand. As she climaxed, she broke her mouth from me for the first time and her mouth opened in a silent sexy "O." Even as the orgasm swept through her, she didn't make a sound. The effect only enhanced the surreal atmosphere.

Shortly after, we apparently had arrived, pulling up to a an apartment with a great view of the city, its twinkling lights spread out before us and leading out to the dark waters of the Bay. We hopped out, and looking like a giddy schoolgirl (except for the lack of noise), Quyen dragged me inside. We'd barely closed the door before Quyen shoved me and I fell backwards onto a shaggy carpet. She was an animal, ripping my shirt over my head, undoing my belt and dragging my slacks off my feet. When I was finally naked before her, she bent over me and sucked my fully erect cock into her mouth.

I groaned out as I felt Quyen's soft lips envelop me, her left hand coming up to tickle my balls and causing me to buck my hips upwards. This was paradise. Meanwhile, Trinh had closed the door behind her and turned on the lights. She was even more beautiful in good light and was smiling sensuously at me. I had counted on having an encounter with Quyen tonight, and her current expert blowjob only confirmed my suspicions. However, when Trinh began to undress before me, I realized that I was in way over my head. Jutting her chest out, she reached back to undo the laces holding up her top. When it dropped off her body, I jerked momentarily in awe at her prodigious chest. Her tits were perfectly formed, definitely large C-cups which miraculously had no sag. Her hard nipples pushed out into the cool air, and she cupped them lovingly for my benefit. Next came the skirt, slipping down her long and lithe legs, flexed alluringly, and Trinh was naked before me.

As Quyen continued to bob her head up and down about my shaft, her right hand coming up to form a tight ring about me as she pumped my skin as if trying to coax out my juice. Trinh leaned back against a wall, one hand tweaking her nipples and the other now caressing the nub at the top of her slit. She had shaved almost all of her hair off down there, leaving only a small patch of short fuzz. As Trinh began to moan at the pleasure she was giving herself, I decided to pipe up.

"You don't have to do that yourself. Get over here and I'll do it for you."

Trinh beamed a bright smile at this, and quickly settled herself over my head. With her knees planted next to my ears, I looked upwards and between her chest mounds to her face, smiling as she lowered her wet cunt to my lips. I was giddy with elation as one of my oldest fantasies was coming true. I reached my hands up to join Trinh's on her round breasts, feeling their weight and firmness for the first time.

Quyen was busying herself at my other end, and was now discovering what the only two girls I had ever previously been with had earlier discovered, that I was nowhere near coming. Gifted with some freak genes, I had amazing stamina when it came to sex. She seemed determined to get me off, but for the moment it was not to be.

Trinh, meanwhile was finding my other talent. I quite enjoyed giving oral sex, and my two girlfriends had told me I was the best they'd ever had, one of them informing me so two years and two boyfriends after we had broken up. Trinh was quite vocal with her feelings, moaning and groaning as her body thrashed above me in ecstasy. I felt her thighs clamping tight against my head as she threw her head back and screamed out her orgasm, filling my mouth with her nectar. Tighter and tighter she squeezed until I thought she would crush my head in, until finally she came down from her high and became still. Gingerly, she lifted off of me, standing up. I looked back at her with a self-satisfied smirk on my face. I knew I was good.

Trinh looked down into my smirking face. "Not bad. But I've had better."

Even Quyen stopped for a moment when she heard this. Without another word, Trinh turned about and strode into a nearby doorway, presumably into the bedroom. A moment later, the door swung shut. I stared at the closed door for a moment. For a while there, being fondled by two gorgeous women, I had let myself believe that I was a stud. For a while there, I forgot I was not from the popular "In- Crowd." With Trinh's admonishment, I felt some of my arousal fading away.

Quyen came up to me, lying next to me on the carpet with one arm and one leg draped over my still naked torso. "You really were pretty good. I could tell from the way she was moaning. If you were not good, she would have told you so. She just doesn't want you to get cocky." It was the first time I had ever heard Quyen speak, her voice sweet and melodious. She sat up, and began to tug at the laces of her own top. "Besides, I'm not done with you yet."

When her top fell from her body, I was treated to yet another fabulous set of tits, nearly identical to Trinh's. I wondered again if these two were actually twin sisters. She took my hand and placed it on her breast, my fingers groping with instinct to cover her nipple, teasing it to hardness. Meanwhile, still laying next to me, she shimmied out of her skirt, leaving her as naked as I. I looked up into her luminescent eyes. Her face was elfin, and she hardly ever blinked. With these, combined with her cold demeanor and luminescent eyes, Quyen had an ethereal quality that somehow made her seem inhuman. She leaned down to kiss me gently, and although I could feel the passion in her kiss, her movements were almost mechanical. I thought back to wild Trinh, comparing the two: Fire and Ice.

But as Icy as Quyen seemed, there was no question as to the heat in her box. She had moved to lay atop me, her crotch pressing my cock back against my stomach. There was nothing Icy about the heat emanating from her pussy. Breaking our kiss, she sat upright and brushed her jet black hair behind her ears. I watched her buoyant breasts bounce with the move, then trailed my gaze downwards against a perfectly flat tummy, a cute "innie" navel, and to my delight, a perfectly shaved pussy. Nothing but smooth flesh surrounded her puffy pink lips, now slightly engorged with her arousal. I was looking forward to eating that cunt out. Quyen lifted her hips up, and pulled my dick into its upright and locked position. Then, with her eyes boring into mine, she sank down onto me.


The Twins in San Francisco Ch. 01



If I thought her mouth was paradise, this was heaven. Smooth, caressing folds parted around my shaft and squeezed me lovingly. As she began to move atop me, I felt that stamina which had served me so well eroding already. I should point out at this point that I had not had sex in a very long time, since college at least which was two years already removed. Two years with nothing but the Internet and a steady magazine subscription to get me off. However, it was a point of honor to get Quyen off first. It was hard to gauge her, because even as I watched the pleasure shooting off in her face, just like in the car, she did not make a sound.

Determined to gain control of the situation, with a sudden burst of energy I pushed Quyen off of me and laid her gently back to the floor. Her eyes flew wide open in surprise and her mouth opened back into that sexy "O" as I dug back into her. She reached her arms up and crossed them behind my neck, dragging the points of her nipples across my chest. Her hips were kicking back up with her legs firmly planted down, meeting me with each thrust. I was pushing deeper and deeper and deeper into her, the end of my rod carving out every corner of Quyen's box.

As I thrust into her with as much force as I could muster, focusing on driving Quyen up the proverbial wall, I felt my control slipping inexorably away. Quyen's hips were shaking, her eyes wide open but tightened as if in pain. Finally I blew, unable to hold back any longer. Two years of built up tension and juice exploded inside of Quyen, my hips banging into her one last time. I was rewarded however as Quyen opened her mouth into her orgasmic "O", but this time with a howl of pleasure deafening in my ear.

The bedroom door flew open a second later, Trinh wearing only a sexy bright blue silk robe coming into the room with a shocked expression on her face. For minutes I kept shooting and Quyen kept yelling, both our bodies supported on her legs as I was still buried inside her and her hips lifted off the floor with her orgasm.

Finally our mutual pleasure subsided, and we collapsed back to the floor. I felt myself going soft inside of Quyen's slice of heaven, our sweating bodies heaving as we tried to catch our breath. Quyen was looking up at Trinh, a satisfied smile on her face. She was nodding up and down animatedly. I looked up to Trinh as well.

"Wow. I'm impressed!" Trinh smiled, this time with a bit of a predatory edge to it. "She's only ever moaned for two people before besides me, and both Lisa and her boy-toy are in Los Angeles. Third time's a charm, and I guess that's you."

She looked at Quyen now, who was still glowing in post-coital bliss. I slowly slipped out of her, my limp dick swinging freely. Trinh knelt down next to her twin. "I think I'm going to let you have something special. You weren't the best pussy-licker I've ever had, but you show promise. And you've obviously found a way to please my friend here. If you can impress me one more time, maybe I'll just keep you around. Just let me clean up here first."

With that Trinh let her robe drop to the floor, revealing all her naked glory to me once again. She positioned herself between Quyen's spread legs, ducking her mouth to her twin's pussy as she began to suck my come out of her. While I had come less than two minutes ago, the sight of these two now fulfilling one of my other oldest fantasies was giving me just cause to start rising up again. Quyen was moaning her arousal as Trinh's tongue hit her sensitive spots, her hands pressing lightly against Trinh's skull in an effort to push her closer in. Trinh returned the favor by reaching up to cup Quyen's heaving tits, and all the while I sat back and enjoyed the view. I had decided that after a two year hiatus, one orgasm was not nearly enough, and I could feel the blood rushing out of my head to re-energize my spent tool.

Trinh was on her knees as she ate Quyen out, her tight ass pointing invitingly back at me. As I felt myself harden I got to my knees and placed myself behind her. I traced my hand along the curves of her ass, then got a firm grip on her hips. Between her legs I could see the folds of her cunt already spread wide and wet, pink puffy lips exposed as if in anticipation of my arrival. My baton stuck out and banged against her butt cheeks, but I quickly corralled it and placed my little head at her entrance. If Quyen's pussy was heaven, I don't know how I would be able to describe the feelings of Trinh's pussy.

But I was not to find out that day. She moved her hips away at the last second, and lifted her dripping wet lips from Quyen's crotch for a moment. I could see the creamy white of my jizz still coating Trinh's lips, as well as oozing out of Quyen's other set of lips. "Down boy. You'll get your turn with me, but not yet."

So with regret, but eagerness to sample Trinh's delectable flesh, I sat back on a couch to watch the girls go at it. Presently, Trinh moved around and lowered her cunt to Quyen's waiting mouth, completing the sixty-nine. Together, they rocked back and forth, both of them moaning with enjoyment as they tongued each other to greater and greater heights of pleasure. Quyen came first, adding a second layer of her juice to mix the cocktail in her cunt. Only a few minutes later, so did Trinh, moaning erotically and pressing her hips down tightly over Quyen's head, appearing to nearly suffocate her.

After their movements had slowly ground to a halt, Trinh lifted off of Quyen, and sashayed back to the bedroom. I hated to see her leave, but I loved watching that naked tight ass sway as she left. Quyen, meanwhile, got to her feet, the imprint of the shag carpet still embedded into her back. Her boobs jiggled enticingly with her every movement. Her braid had come loose, and she paused for a minute to slowly untangle it.

She coyly reached out her hand to me, and I took it. Tugging gently, she nodded her head back towards the still open doorway to the bedroom. With my little head out in front and pointing the way, I followed Quyen's dimpled ass across the living room and into the bedroom, currently shaded in darkness.

I was greeted with a spectacular view. A large window fully dominated the far wall, where the curtains had been pulled aside to reveal the twinkling night sky over the city lights far below. I was quite happy there were no houses on this side, as I was still in my birthday suit. The walls and ceiling were painted a matte black, with hundreds of glow-in-the-dark stars attached to their surfaces, making the whole room feel like an extension of the night outside. Two blacklights hung in the corners, bathing the room in a purple glow, and as my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I could make out the seductive form of Trinh sprawled across a large bed. She lay on her side, her head propped on one hand with her elbow against the mattress. Her legs were folded in, her hips rotated so as to hide her jewel box from my sight. She had released the pigtails, and her jet black hair now shimmered in the light and flowed behind her back, allowing me a perfect view of her perfect breasts. I felt Quyen's cool hand on my rod, coating me with what apparently was lubricant.

I heard Quyen's melodious voice in my ear again. "She really likes you. She doesn't do this for just anyone, and even with all of the guys here in San Fran, she's never let any one of them up her ass. Actually, no one's buggered either one of us since college."

I shuddered for a moment, realization that yet another of my great fantasies was about to come true. This truly was a night I would never forget. Now finished with me, Quyen moved to take her place at the head of the bed. With a seductive grin, Trinh winked at me and then lowered her head into Quyen's lap. Only a moment later, I saw the light in Quyen's eyes go out as she closed her eyes to focus on the sensations Trinh was stimulating between her thighs.

This of course returned Trinh's ass directly into my view. As before, I could see the puffy folds of her cuntlips peeking back at me. But I was to taste a far rarer jewel tonight. I sank to my knees on the bed, grasping Trinh's hips once again. This time, she would not move away. I found that she had already lubed up her asshole, and I poked the end of my rod around it to build up extra lubrication. Then, with my hands spreading her cheeks wide, I leaned my hips forward and pressed inside.

If Quyen's pussy was heaven, then Trinh's ass was hell. Oh, but what an exquisite hell it was. It was a dry heat, constricting so tight about my shaft it was nearly painful. But determinedly, I pushed forwards, on and on until I was balls deep up Trinh's ass. She lifted her head for just a moment to release a sigh of contentment, and then quickly got into a thrusting rhythm with me. I felt her butt clenching and releasing, an erotic third hand caressing my overwhelmed cock. I pumped in and out of her, reveling in the feeling as if it were the sweetest candy and I would never have it again. For all I knew, I never would after tonight.

Quiet Quyen was positively singing now as Trinh munched on her happily, a musical wail of ecstasy emanating from her open mouth as she ground her hips into Trinh's face. I knew I could last awhile longer this time, and armed with this knowledge I began to really pound up Trinh's backside. I reamed her out so hard I was sure she would have trouble walking in the morning. If I was never going to be able to feel this again, I was damn sure she'd remember this encounter.

Waves upon waves of pleasure washed over me with each thrust into this woman's backside, and I'm sure she felt every inch of me opening her up. Quyen had moaned her release and gone limp, and my insistent pounding demanded Trinh focus her attention at my end. She clutched the bedsheets tightly as she drove her hips back at me, my hips slamming into her ass with an audible slap with each thrust. Her mouth freed from its duties to service Quyen, Trinh had returned to her dirty vocalizations. Over and over she yelled "Fuck me harder" mixed with cries of "Oh, shit, that's good."

I was sweating like a stuck pig from my exertions and could count that Trinh had come at least twice during this fuck. I was resting my chest on her equally sweaty back to save energy and directed my hips to continue reaming out Trinh's backdoor. I had my left hand gripped on Trinh's swaying tits, squeezing and pinching at her nipples. My right hand was buried in Trinh's other hole, the fingers plunging in and out of her, finger fucking her cunt with every thrust of my dick up her ass.

Quyen had arisen and quieted Trinh's vocalizations down by frenching her madly. My mind going into overload from the tightness wrapped around my rod and watching these two babes swapping spit. Their tongues were erotically dancing and caressing each others faces and I felt Quyen's hands join me on Trinh's bouncing breasts. For the briefest of moments, I felt as if smack in the middle of the most erotic porn video ever made.

After what felt like hours of ramming myself into Trinh my hips began their uncontrollable acceleration towards climax. Trinh seemed to sense this as she broke her kiss with Quyen, her pussy sucking my fingers in tighter even as my left hand went wild against her clit. "Fill me baby! Come on!"

That did it, and I filled her as ordered. Gushing out, I fired my load into her bowels. "Fill me! I want more!" Trinh was an animal, and I complied as shot after shot poured out into her willing body. I gave one final thrust with my hips, and my final shots spurted out of me. Her last chant of "Fill Meeeeeeee" descended into an orgasmic shriek as she coated my fingers with yet another load of honey.

When at last her energy was spent, Trinh collapsed onto her side, slipping me out of her used hole. Quyen was instantly between her legs, languidly slurping out Trinh's and my love juices as she buffered the incredible high Trinh was coming down from with her tongue plunging into Trinh's cunt.

Grabbing a pillow, Trinh gently lay her head down, her eyes fluttering on the brink of unconsciousness. Quyen turned about and backed her way against Trinh's chest, with Trinh spooning behind her twin in an intimate embrace. I did not want to disturb them, and figured that my moment had come and gone. I began to slide off of the bed, figuring that I might be able to call a cab, but Trinh reached back and grabbed my arm.

"No. Come back here and sleep with us." She kept tugging on me until I took my place behind her, spooning against her soft back and inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. I wrapped my arm across both nude girls, the situation and the events of the past few hours sinking into my brain. The three of us drifted off to sleep, thinking nothing but happy thoughts.

***

I awoke to an extremely pleasant sensation. Especially from my erotic adventures of the previous night, I had dreamed vividly of taking Trinh and Quyen in every sexual position humanly possible. This of course had led to a tremendous woody coming morning time, and it would appear that Quyen was putting it to good use. My eyes flickered momentarily, blinking against harsh sunlight pouring in through the panoramic window. My first instinct was to find the source of the warm wetness surrounding my cock, and there I saw Quyen's head bobbing up and down on me, her silky black hair pulled back over her shoulders and held tight by a headband. Her eyes were fixed on mine, the luminous light peering out at me. She had apparently woken much earlier, as she had already the time to put on a silky robe and a dabble of makeup.

Looking to my left, I saw Trinh lounging beside me, also in a robe and absently trailing her fingers across my chest. "Good morning, stud."

Sleepily, I managed to murmur, "Good morning. To the both of you."

Trinh swept her gaze across my naked form, lingering on Quyen for a moment who was still languidly fondling my other end. Trinh carried such confidence with her every movement that I dared not say another word unless she told me to. She also quickly made that point moot by opening her robe, and lowering an engorged nipple to my mouth.

"I have a proposition for you. I'll be honest, you're not going to get a long- term relationship from either one of us. However, you were pretty good last night, and you showed promise to become even better. So, here's our offer. We've been wanting a personal slave ever since we got to San Fran. For one month, you will be that slave. If I tell you to do my dishes, you will do so. If I tell you buy us dinner, you will do so. You will bring whatever things you need from home, but you will live with us for that one month. In return we will teach you how to become an expert lover. You are going to get the fucking of your life. This Saturday morning is the third of August. If you agree, by August 31 you will be able to not only sexually please any woman, but to get any woman you want. What do you say?"

I was suckling on a beautiful breast. I had another gorgeous woman sucking me off. How could I say no? I released Trinh's tit from my mouth, and quickly nodded my head "yes."

"Just remember, it's not as simple or as fabulous as you might think. Well, the sex will be fabulous, but we intend to work you hard. You cannot refuse a request from us if we demand something of you, no matter how much you might not want to do it. If you do, I can see to it that no club in SF will ever allow you in. No woman will ever speak to you again. I have many friends here, and screwing over a little computer nerd would be nothing to them. I don't want to humiliate you or erode your self-esteem. I'm not going to have you do stupid things like walk buck naked through a nunnery just to please my own twisted humor. I just want to make sure you don't back out."

This was the chance to change my life. This was the chance to break out of my shy self-conscious shell. I knew I could live through any request they could throw at me. I nodded again. "Yes, I'm sure."

"Good!" Trinh's smile took a turn for the wicked. "But before we make our final decision to accept you, I think we need one more evaluation round!"

Quyen released her lip-grip on my rod, then flipped onto her back across the bed next to me and opened her robe wide, baring her beautiful form to my hungry gaze. She had apparently been playing with herself while she sucked me, her body shimmering with a thin layer of sweat and a sticky wetness visible between her thighs. She spread her legs apart, and with two fingers spread the folds of her cunt wide. I took the hint and rolled over her, my hands planted on either side of her awaiting body as I directed the head of my staff between those folds. Closing my eyes to focus on the sensations, I glided into her, savoring the heavenly feeling of her pussy.

Trinh meanwhile wasted no time shedding her robe again, and squatted over Quyen's face, facing back towards me. I watched entranced as Trinh lowered her steaming cunt to Quyen's probing tongue, studying carefully the contortions of pleasure crossing her face. I realized also that Quyen's extended pleasuring of my cock had already eroded much of my stamina, and I would not last too long this round. So with energy directed into my hips I forced myself to focus on getting Quyen off, piledriving into her solidly and with perfect rhythmic timing.

Trinh decided to distract me further by leaning forwards and grabbing a hold of my head, pulling me into a passionate kiss as we both ground our hips down onto Quyen's body. We were an artistic triangle of lust pulsing back and forth with sexual energy. My hands were now gripped onto Trinh's chest just underneath her swaying breasts, cupping and caressing the sensitive nerves there.

Trinh came first, Quyen's expert girl-loving hitting all the right notes from undoubtedly many hours of experience, Trinh howling out her orgasm and toppling off onto the plush bed. For my part it was a matter of male pride to finish off Quyen first, as I leaned down to taste Trinh's honey on her lips. I snaked one hand down to our junction to furiously rub her budding clit, my other hand tweaking Quyen's apparently very sensitive nipples.

I was rewarded with a moan from Quyen flowing into my mouth, the break in her silence music to my ears. She was headed down the path of orgasm from which there was no return, and I gave myself over to the pleasure coursing down my body and into my hips. It was in this moment, the few seconds before bliss overwhelmed us that the electric connection hit me. My eyes were staring straight down into Quyen's, and for a few brief seconds I felt as if I belonged to her. The heavenly look on Quyen's face told me she was having the same experience I was having, as if we were one with our lover. Quyen's hips spasmed, and with a low musical moan she came, coating my rod with her juices and sending her pussy muscles into convulsions. This of course overloaded the senses in my rod, and my hips began to jerk in telltale orgasm. An outpouring of love was bursting from my mind and projecting into hers, and I saw a tear of joy appear in the corner of Quyen's eye as she felt its glow flooding into her mind.

Trinh suddenly yanked me out of Quyen's cunt and flattened me on the bed, just as I hit the boiling point. She got her mouth onto me just in time as I erupted into her mouth, and as I watched her cheeks fluxing she drank down every last drop.

As sexy as that sight was, however, it was another face that caught my attention. My connection to Quyen had been broken. Quyen's face, still glowing from recent orgasm, had taken a turn for the worse when I was pulled out of her. As she watched Trinh drink me down, she looked positively crestfallen. Her luminous eyes had taken a dull glow, her mouth in a tight frown as if she was about to cry but trying very hard not to. She looked at me with longing, and as Trinh swallowed down the last couple drops, Quyen got up from the bed and flew out the door.




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Trinh, apparently oblivious to all this, finished up and crawled up the bed to my side. Trinh was then purring into my ear. "Mmm... I'm going to enjoy you for the next few weeks."

Even as she pressed her naked bosom into my chest, I found I was staring through the open doorway, only one woman on my mind; and it wasn't the one pillowed on my shoulder at this moment. I shook my head, trying to sort out the emotions flooding my overworked brain. This was going to be an interesting few weeks indeed.

NEXT PART 2..



The Twins in San Francisco Ch. 02



Part 2: Education

***

August 3. After this morning's wake up call, this Saturday turned into a nightmare. The twins decided to hit the downtown shopping district, and I got to be their mule. Trinh's Porsche was not that big on trunk space, so we made a run to my place to get clothes and personal effects, and came back with my VW Golf. Not the most stylish of vehicles, but it seated 5 when needed and the hatchback afforded plenty of trunk space. Apparently, the twins fully intended to fill my car to the max. After driving for a half an hour trying to find a parking garage that wasn't full, we settled in and hit the streets. Part of me got a great thrill out of walking down the sidewalk with two absolutely gorgeous women. However, that thrill died down quickly once they had begun to really load me up with shopping bags. Also, since it would take too long to return back to the car after each load, I was forced to carry ALL the bags from one place to the next. Trinh told me it would build up my muscles. On the other hand, I very much enjoyed the girls modeling the latest Victoria's Secret fashions for me.

Also of note, Trinh had decided that my savings account was going to fund this trip. I felt like I was essentially trading my free will and my checkbook for sex. Despite the beauty of the girls, I was starting to wonder if this would be worth it. The only saving grace about this was that the girls managed to charm every salesperson in sight (even the female ones) into giving us some really great deals. After two hours, we were probably walking around with over $1,000 worth of clothing and assorted junk, yet had paid less than $500. Also, as we were finally returning to my car, Quyen took pity on me and decided to carry two of her bags herself. I could have kissed her with love (not lust) for the lightening of my load.

Back at the twins' pad, Quyen cooked up a delicious Vietnamese noodle soup dinner. She had apparently been simmering the broth all day and I polished off two bowls quickly. It turned out I would need the extra energy the food provided as I was in for quite an evening workout.

I was ordered to do the dishes while Trinh lounged on the couch reading a magazine and listening to a CD. Quyen actually joined me at the sink to help before Trinh scolded her into making me do it myself. The radiant smile Quyen flashed me as she said "sorry" was all the incentive I needed to finish up.

I arrived back at the living room where the girls were snuggling on the couch while reading the magazine together, sketching a short bow announcing that the kitchen had been cleaned up and asking "What is next, mistresses?"

Trinh was beaming as she hopped up from the couch. "Next is Lesson #1!" She turned, coyly looking over her shoulder and flipping her hair. "Follow me..."

As I said before, I love to watch her go. I followed Trinh's swaying ass all the way into the bedroom where she ordered me to strip. My little head had apparently figured out it was about to get some action, and was already rising to the occasion. So there I stood, buck naked as she reclined back onto the bed. Quyen joined her shortly after and closed the door. There was some light this time in the room, and I could see both girls clearly as they scooted together on the bed.

Of course, Trinh spoke first. "The first thing every guy needs to know is how to eat pussy!" With that, she began to undress her twin as Quyen did the same to her. I could feel myself only getting harder as they stripped for me. Then Trinh lay back, spreading her legs wide. She gestured to Quyen. "Come here, baby." To me, she gave me a strict order, "Don't move. Just watch."

Quyen knelt at the foot of the bed and ducked her head into Trinh's crotch. For a moment, I simply watched two amazingly fine naked women pleasuring each other. Yeah, I was going to really hate this task. Trinh kept up a steady chatter, pointing out what Quyen was doing and highlighting how her actions translated into pleasure. The monologue was a bit more interesting than your standard University lecture, however, as Trinh kept interrupting herself to let out breathy moans. "Ugh... watch how she puts her finger there... Oh, yeah... and see how when she rubs... aw, fuck yeah..."

I watched intently, trying to absorb as many details as possible without getting overloaded from visual stimulation. When Trinh screamed out with her first orgasm, it was my turn. Quyen got up out of the way, pausing to share a wet kiss with her twin as Trinh sucked her own juices off of Quyen's tongue.

I eagerly took my place at the foot of the bed. Once I'd began to eat her out, Trinh wasted no time letting me know what I was doing right and admonishing me when I did something wrong. She kept moving about telling me to do this, and then to do that; to do her harder here, to suck there, and to jam my fingers in this way. Despite the heat of the situation, I was losing personal interest in getting laid and started to get carried away with my task before me. Trinh's pussy was so sweet, it almost had a fruity quality to it. It tasted great and the sounds she was making only made me want to eat her out even more. I had brought Trinh to two moaning orgasms by now, and was starting to get the hang of it. Trinh actually had not given me a single order in the last five minutes, the only sounds exiting her mouth little whimpers of pleasure as I had one whole hand now buried up her cunt and a finger in her ass while I munched on her cunt.

My tongue was just starting to get sore when Trinh came to a screaming third orgasm and lay without speaking back on the bed, obviously trying to catch her breath. I was starting to feel pretty good about myself when Trinh finally popped up. I also rocked back onto my butt to relieve some of the blood that had collected in my knees. I'd also developed an irritating case of rug burn on my kneecaps.

"Okay, Quyen's turn."

I groaned inwardly, as a smiling Quyen took her place before me. She had apparently gotten quite aroused watching me eat out her twin, and had already brought herself to one orgasm on her own. I was in for a long night. So I grabbed a pillow for my knees, and dove right in. She was less vocal than Trinh, still not much of a moaner, or screamer, or any sounds of sex at all for that matter. She was almost hesitant at first in telling me what to do, but after her first orgasm got used to the idea and started to teach me just how to please her. I had picked up some tricks from eating out Trinh, and it showed in the convulsions coursing through Quyen as she was wracked with another climax. The fact that she was shaved completely bare of course made things easier. I paid attention to her flavor. She wasn't quite as sweet as Trinh, a bit more musky, but very intoxicating. I found that after drinking in her juices and moving on to a different spot, I missed her flavor and kept wanting to come back.

Trinh meanwhile felt a bit left out of the action, and joined me on the floor. My dick was once again rock hard from the nubile flesh surrounding me. Quyen had directed my hands to cup and squeeze her tits while I ate her out, and the effect showed itself in my crotch. Trinh lay down on the floor, then scooted back until her head appeared between my legs, her head resting on the pillow I'd placed under my knees. Tilting her head up, she pulled my cock down to her lips, and fed on me.

I momentarily stopped my ministrations on Quyen when Trinh did this, gasping out in pleasure as Trinh's hot little mouth created wonders of joy on my happy tool. Quyen, a little irritated that I had stopped, lightly bopped me on the head and told me to "get back down there."

Chuckling slightly, I returned to my task with as much enthusiasm as possible while still being distracted from below. Trinh obviously needed no lessons in cocksucking as her mouth brought extreme pleasures to me. My improved technique then brought Quyen to a moaning fourth orgasm, her latest release coating my face with another layer of wet shine.

She sat up and began to earnestly lick her juices off my face, her eyes glowing with happiness. But then she paused for a moment, and just looked into my eyes. The cold edge I had remembered in her mesmerizing stare was gone, and she seemed somehow softer. I leaned in and kissed her tenderly, and she flowed into my arms as we embraced. This kiss had none of the raw sexual urgency as most of our previous kisses did, I simply enjoyed the light passion of holding her in my arms.

Other matters lower on my anatomy however called for attention. Trinh's devilish tongue had me peaking in record time, and I fell away from Quyen to ready my release. Trinh pushed me off her and I got to my feet, staggering backwards until my back hit the wall. Trinh followed after me, her right hand jerking my cock and aiming it at her open mouth. With a grunt I came, my first shot coming high and splattering against Trinh's cheek. The second went into her mouth, and the rest lost distance and splashed onto her neck and chest.

Exhausted for the moment, my mouth killing me, I sank down onto the floor. Quyen meanwhile leaped like a panther off of the bed and tackled Trinh. The two kissed erotically for a moment before Quyen's lips and tongue began to bathe Trinh's face, licking off every droplet of my come. She continued lower, nibbling on Trinh's neck and chest, cleaning her off completely before settling down and suckling on a nipple. I joined the girls on the floor, taking Trinh's other breast into my mouth as we slowly unwound while casually fondling each other.

Now I knew. No matter what they had put me through this morning. These two would be worth it.

***

The next couple of days were more of the same. Once the weekdays hit it was back to work as usual. A guy's gotta eat after all. The girls had just graduated from a University in Los Angeles this past June, and had quickly picked up day jobs. Trinh was working as a fashion model and was to appear in the 2003 edition of an Asian Swimsuit calendar. Quyen had a quiet accounting job with Deloitte. The both of them also occasionally worked as Racing Queens for Honda USA. Perhaps you've seen them at a show or on the Net. And I of course returned to my software company.

In the evenings, my lessons continued. I was exploring every inch of both girls' bodies, and finding every little nerve ending in every part of their skin. You'd be surprised how much pleasure can be derived from some remote non-sexual spot like the inner crack of an elbow. I learned how to give a woman a proper finger- fuck, and how to eat out a girl's asshole (they both apparently had regular colonics). Unfortunately, these lessons focused on pleasing a woman and never included burying my painfully hard tool into a warm and inviting pussy. One of the girls might suck me off if I was lucky, but the agony of being pressed against naked nubile flesh, watching them come dozens of times, and never being able to fuck somebody was driving me insane.

All that was to change August 7. It was your typical Wednesday morning. I was engrossed with my terminal, fine-tuning the Access module for our updated system. I had just hit a brain-storm, and after properly saving the version for Configuration, I set off revamping the whole module.

"Hey there, stud."

It couldn't be. I craned my neck around, and sure enough, Trinh was leaning against one of the walls of my cubicle. Right next to my Asian Swimsuit calendar actually. As usual, she looked gorgeous. A sky blue button-down blouse that hugged her upper body assets beautifully, and a fairly conservative (for her) black skirt that almost reached her knees. Her hair was artfully pulled up, and she wore slightly less makeup than usual, although her signature blue eyeshadow still accented her almond eyes. At first glance, she could almost pass as an employee in business attire. After a moment, I realized I was staring and quickly closed my gaping mouth.

"You look like you could use a break."

Actually, when on one of these coding runs, the last thing I wanted to do was break my train of thought. However, Rule#2 for men clearly stated: Never put work or a video game before a good-looking woman. Trinh reached out and snapped her fingers in front of my face, making sure she had my attention. "Let's go." It was not a request.

She began to lead me down the hallways, and I caught the weird looks my coworkers were giving me. We passed Todd's cubicle, and I swear he nearly peed himself when he recognized who was tugging me along. "It's time for your next lesson." Trinh's voice was now seductive and silky smooth.

"Here?" I was at work. I was in my office with all my colleagues who knew exactly when and with whom I was leaving the office with. If my Project Manager caught me walking out of work like this I'd be fired for sure. "I can't just go home right now!"

"We're not going home. Your Manager is in a meeting for at least the next hour and a half. We're going to use his office." And with that, she opened the door to my boss's office and stepped inside, pulling me with her.

Quyen was already inside, similarly dressed behind the door which she quickly closed. I stood in shock at the audacity of what the girls were proposing. Quyen took advantage of my inert state to pull my polo shirt over my head, and then kneeled down to work on my khaki's. Trinh meanwhile did a slow pirouette, unbuttoning her shirt all the while. "Lesson number... oh, I lost count. Today's lesson is the doggy-style! More basic, more primal than straight missionary. It's how all mammals were naturally designed to fuck!"

And with that, her blouse came off, quickly followed by a nude-colored bra. She bent over Mr. Patterson's desk, jutting her tight ass proudly back at me. And while shaking her hips, lowered her skirt and panties to the floor. To my kinky delight, she kept her heels on.

Quyen meanwhile had gotten me completely naked. Trinh's little striptease in combination with Quyen now taking long, gentle licks across my erect manhood had me achingly hard in seconds. Plus, I had one recurring thought running through my head: I'm going to get to fuck Trinh. Despite all our previous sexual lessons, I had never been inside of Trinh's pussy. In fact, with our "pleasing a woman" lessons, I had not been inside of any pussy since Saturday morning.

Soon Quyen was satisfied with my hardness, and Trinh was getting impatient, Quyen started me forwards with a healthy swat on my butt. I stuttered forwards and grasped Trinh's hips. God, I loved this view. Trinh was already panting with desire and anticipation of being penetrated. She had not been idle as Quyen blew me, getting herself nice and wet for my entrance. Nudging my cockhead between her legs, I settled into place and in one thrust burst all the way in.

Trinh screamed with pleasure as I penetrated her, and quickly took up a familiar chatter. She was ordering me to hit her harder and faster, then slower and pointing into different directions. She raggedly explained what pleasure points I could hit inside of her from this position, intermixed with uncontrolled moans whenever I hit the right spot. Her pussy, milking me with expert control was sheer bliss. Focusing on where she was directing me, I thrust into her again and again, carefully adjusting my pace and strength with each push into Trinh's wet folds.

Quyen was not idle either, she had settled for kneeling beneath Trinh's swaying body, reaching up with her lips and fingers to tease both Trinh's clit and my rapidly disappearing and reappearing shaft. She had unbuttoned her blouse to let our mixed love juices fall to her bare flesh instead of spotting on the expensive fabric.

I was pounding Trinh's pussy with tremendous force when Trinh's orgasm came. Shuddering with excitement, Trinh took three healthy gasps of air before she let out an earth-shattering scream, climaxing powerfully and dumping a good load of juices out into Quyen's awaiting mouth. Up to this point, I had been content that we might just do our thing and escape unnoticed. We had not yet disturbed my boss's office. However, Trinh's scream had to have carried through the office door. Also, once she came, Trinh disengaged from me and swept much of Mr. Patterson's desktop off onto the floor. She sat back on it, spreading her legs wide and letting some of her remaining juices drip onto the polished wood.

Quyen got up and quickly shed her remaining clothing. Erotically, both girls kept their heels on. This time, when Quyen braced herself against the desk, she lay out across it, grinding her erect nipples into the hard oak. Her face descended downwards between Trinh's legs, and shortly after Trinh's moaning once again filled the room. Quyen's pussy was also already juicing, and as my tool was still coated with a layer of Trinh's honey, I easily slipped inside. As usual, Quyen was a quieter lover, but little moans began to emanate from Trinh's crotch, indicating that some of my new techniques were being quite effective. I wrapped one arm around Quyen's waist, my fingers seeking out her hard little nub to practice my finger lessons from Sunday. These quickly had the desired effect, as it seemed that Quyen wouldn't be able keep her hips still if she tried. As my cock pistoned out of her, I had to be careful not to slip out the way Quyen's hips kept bucking uncontrollably.

I watched Trinh sucking her own juices off of her fingers, and sensually caressing those firm globes sticking out of her chest. She looked back at my pumping body through heavy-lidded eyes. Quyen's hips were driving back at me, meeting each of my thrusts with one of her own. Her slightly fuller asscheeks made a pleasant slapping sound on my pelvis with each impact, and I dug my fingers in harder into her skin to yank her yielding body onto my fuckstick. One thing I had discovered in the past few days was that Quyen liked playing submissive, and got more turned on by rough and hard lovemaking.

Due hopefully to my improved technique, Quyen spilled over the edge first, her now familiar spasming of cunt muscles milking me for all I was worth. Trinh groaned out her release shortly afterwards, and a munching Quyen happily drank down her second load.

Trinh dismounted the desk and came around to me, dipping her fingers into her honeypot and setting her fingers between my lips so I could taste her incredible sweetness. Once I had sucked down a healthy chug of her love juices, she pulled me into a tight kiss, even as I was still fucking her twin. I could feel my soul being sucked out of me with the intensity of our lip-mashing.

And then I felt the tightening in my balls. Quyen had squeezed me tightly when her second orgasm swept over her body, and I knew I was about to explode. Trinh must have sensed the sudden strain in my face, because she pulled me out of her twin and prepared to suck me down.

What came next was quite a surprise. The normally docile Quyen brutally shoved Trinh away at the last second, allowing my first shot to arc straight out into the air and splatter against Quyen's chin. And then Quyen's mouth was over me, and I watched her cheeks compressing as she swallowed down everything else that I gave her.

Trinh arched one eyebrow at Quyen's last maneuver, but said nothing as we started to get our clothes together. She simply got up and began to put my boss' desk back together, carefully cleaning up the juices we had left behind as well. Once finished, I felt the color returning to my face as I found myself hesitant to open the door. Trinh ordered me to relax, and to get used to it. She told me that getting embarrassed about anything was only a waste of energy. Besides, what did a computer geek like myself have anything to be embarrassed about? I had just fucked two lovely ladies in my Project Manager's office. And with that she popped open the door.




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Popped open the door right into a semicircle of my colleagues who were all staring at the three of us now emerging. Todd's mouth was gaping open again. Without another word, Trinh and Quyen both kissed me rather passionately, then turned and walked to the exits. I could feel that Quyen lingered just a bit longer on me, before she hesitantly turned to follow Trinh out. My gaze regretfully left her swaying backside, and returned to the seven pairs of eyes all staring incredulously at me. I just sort of shrugged, then headed off to my cubicle, determined to remember what my brilliant coding idea had been.

***

The rest of the week was more of the same. Grueling days at work followed by more exhaustion serving Trinh and Quyen's every menial desire. Then, once I was too tired to move, they wanted to begin our sexual lessons. I was quickly learning that I would not only have to maintain my sexual endurance, but my physical stamina as well. Fortunately, sex is a very athletic activity (at least the way we do it), and I was getting quite a workout. By the end of the week, I could feel the tension in my body of muscles building just to keep up.

I was regularly sampling the various delights of the flesh that both girls had to offer, as we passed on to greater and more convoluted positioning and methods for giving pleasure to each other. Every night I would also get into rather lengthy discussions with Trinh, as she educated me rather thoroughly on the street smarts that I had missed out on by spending my evenings at home with my computer. She showed me how to read a woman's body language, and to taught me some of the little nuances of flirting. The more we talked the more fascinated by Trinh I became. She was just so vibrant and confident, and every word coming out of her mouth was actually interesting. She was a far cry from my typical conversations with the guys, which were often punctuated with long, uncomfortable periods of silence.

We often visited bars and coffee shops to hang out at, where I got plenty of practice flirting with Trinh's numerous friends. Reading the body language also came in handy when I was able to tell if a gay guy was trying to pick up on me. Something about the preppy way I usually dressed. Trinh took me shopping for some of the latest male fashion trends, and she even taught me how to haggle with the salespeople. You'd think that you can't argue with a price tag, but she always found a way.

Friday, we all went back to "Reloaded" to test out my skills and new threads at "Asian Night." With Trinh and Quyen always nearby, I clumsily managed to pick up on a hot Japanese babe with brightly-dyed red hair. We hung out and danced for a good hour but she eventually tired of my inane conversation. I just wasn't quite there yet. Trinh also decided that I needed dancing lessons.

Saturday, August 10 found us lounging around the twins' place, resting after a hectic week. Trinh decided that she'd had enough of babysitting, and wanted to hit a bar to go have some fun. Quyen said she was tired and didn't want to go. From Trinh's facial reaction I could see that Quyen not accompanying Trinh on a night out was a rather uncommon event. But Trinh just shrugged and said she'd call up another friend.

When she left, Quyen moved over and joined me on the couch. In good light, she somehow looked softer and more at ease with me. Still very quiet, we nevertheless struck up a conversation, talking about both hers and my past lives. I remembered that an elegant looking chessboard was in the corner of the living room. Trinh had apparently picked it up because it looked pretty, and I challenged Quyen to a game. The sparkle in her eyes told me "yes" and we set up a game.

I pulled up a chair while she stayed on the couch, and set the board. It was my turn to give the lessons, and Quyen turned out to be an apt student. Probably that accounting mentality of hers. In any case, after a few warm-up games in which I defeated her soundly, Quyen started to pile on the victories over me. All the while, we laughed and talked and joked around. Shy, little Quyen was actually giggling like a schoolgirl. Her mesmerizing gaze was still there, but the coldness that had marked her earlier restraint from opening up was now gone.

I lost track of the number of games we played, but at this moment Quyen trapped me into a checkmate. She gave a little jump on the couch, and giggled with glee as I knocked down my King to concede that she had won. But instead of resetting the board, I just kind of stared at her. She wore a loose-fitting pair of pajamas: long lounge pants that extended to her ankles, and a light long-sleeved top that had four buttons down the front. No makeup, showing off a sweet natural beauty. The outfit was a light pastel peach color, one of the brightest things I'd ever seen her wear. Her face glowed with happiness at her latest victory, and her silky hair cascaded wonderfully off her shoulders and down her back. Gone was the cold mechanical vamp, replaced by a sunny and friendly young woman.

She stopped bouncing after a minute when she noticed I was staring rather blankly at her, her mouth twisted into a slightly inquisitive grin, as if to say "What are you thinking?"

I responded simply by slipping out from my chair and crossing over to the couch, where I settled onto the cushion next to Quyen's still curious face. I watched as a flood of emotions whizzed by in her eyes, looking as confused by her feelings as I was. I lightly stroked her cheek with my hand, and then gently tilted her head to mine. I leaned forward and captured her lips with my own.

I lost track of how much time we spent there kissing each other. For a long while, there was no sexual heat to it. We kissed lovingly, but tentatively, each of us unsure of the feelings running through our bodies. Our lips smoothly glided across each other, and I simply savored the electric rush passing across that connection.

After a few more minutes, however, Mr. Happy kicked in. I felt a surge of adrenaline course through my veins, and the rush of blood sinking out of my head to fill my other head. Quyen felt the change in me and responded by ferociously kissing me even harder, her tongue extending further to tango with mine. She was tugging the hem of my shirt up my back, and I broke the kiss for a moment so she could rip it over my head. My hands clumsily went to the few buttons holding her top together, and after a few aborted attempts, managed to undo them all and have Quyen shrug it off. She wore no bra underneath, and although I had seen her fabulous tits many times in the past week they still sent a surge of excitement flooding into my brain. Our respective pants came off next, and without further foreplay I was suddenly all the way inside of her.

Quyen let out a loud moan as we began to pump together. I lowered her now pliant body back across the couch and lay down atop her. Together, we barely fit, but neither of us wanted even the moment's delay it would take to move elsewhere.

To help us fit on the couch better, Quyen showed off some amazing flexibility and elevated her legs up and around my neck, her hands tugging her knees back to open herself fully to my thrusting. Days of training at how to properly plunge into a woman were taking control of my head, as I began to more expertly grind my crotch into Quyen's sopping wet box. We were breathing as one, thrusting together and exhaling in short pants at the same time. Quyen was the most vocal I had ever seen her, letting out little whimpers and yelps with every movement of my cock buried inside of her.

We bounced with the springiness of the couch cushions, and presently she lowered her legs and wrapped them behind my back. I leaned forwards, resting my head on her ample bosom while she cradled me intimately in her arms. I focused my energy into driving myself into her with each bounce of the couch springs, reveling in the sweet sounds of an animated Quyen purring in my ears. In the end it sounded like she meowed, her whole body tensing and being rigidly still for the moments as her orgasm washed over her. The now familiar clenching of her pussy muscles prodded at my stick, although I had trained myself to ride them out without coming.

Gradually, Quyen relaxed into the couch cushions, then grabbed my head and jammed her tongue down my throat. Then with more force than I can ever remember her having, she pushed me up and off of her. "Come with me." It was a strict order, underscored with the passionate heat in her voice. With her juices still trailing down her legs, I followed her quickly into the dark bedroom, my rod pointing the way. 

When I entered the room, Quyen once again forcefully shoved me flat on my back across the bed, and then straddled my chest. I could feel the remnants of her orgasm leaking out of her pink inner lips and onto my chest. She took a hold of my hand, and stretching my arm back towards the bed, gave me another surprise.

Though soft and layered with a comforting fleece, I felt the tight restriction of a handcuff clamping down onto my wrist. Before I could say a word, she had clamped in my second wrist as well on the other side. Then she moved to the foot of the bed, and similarly cuffed my ankles. Thus I was spread eagle and naked across our bed.

Quyen opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a familiar jar. She reached out to coat my staff with a layer of lube, and then reached behind herself to coat her own ass-crack. "Only one man has ever been back here, and that was a long time ago. I believe that now is the right time, and you are the right person to open me back up."

I was speechless for a moment as Quyen straddled my hips, pointing back towards the foot of the bed. I stared in shock for a moment, looking at the graceful curve of her neck and back, trailing down a beautiful spine and finally down to where her hands were spreading her asscheeks wide. She rubbed my tip around the entrance to her asshole, gathering up the lube on its end, and then slowly began to lower herself down.

The feeling was almost too tight. She seemed to be working hard to relax her anal muscles, but my penetration was still slow. Inch by inch she descended. From her side profile I could see she had clenched her teeth, and rotated side to side to stretch herself out around me as she gradually took more and more in. Finally, after five minutes of slow torture, I was buried up Quyen's ass. Sighing in relief, she lay back, her legs still planted on the bed and her back resting on my chest. I instinctively wanted to wrap my arms around to cup and fondle her heavy breasts, but of course the handcuffs held me tight. I lay quiescent for a few minutes, letting her adjust to my presence and waiting for her to make the first move.

When she finally did lift herself up, I felt in heaven again. I watched the muscles in her legs tense, and her hips gradually rose off of mine. And then she was descending, sliding my length back into her. She dropped one of her hands to her split wide cunt, digging two fingers into her other hole even as her other hand strummed her clit. This seemed to satisfy her as she gradually began to pick up a rhythm. With my hips bucking upwards and her legs helping her to rise and fall, we were soon making love in a way I had never expected. We still shared the tender passion of our earlier kiss, and she rotated her head back now to meet my lips.

Dutifully, I plugged away at Quyen's anus, wishing for the hundredth time that my limbs were free and I could caress Quyen's hot body. Her hips began to speed up their pumping action, and we really started to get into the sex act. Quyen had broken our kiss and now uttered the first swear words I could remember her ever saying while screwing. "Fuck me! Ream my ass! Fuck me, lover!"

I intended to do just that. Having Quyen audibly talking dirty and urging me on had a tremendous effect on my hips, as I drove myself up and into her with every ounce of force I could muster given my restrained state. I was soon rewarded as I watched Quyen's body begin to shiver atop my chest, her hips circling in a big loop about my flagpole. She screamed when she came, and I felt the next burst of honey dripping out of her bare cunt and washing down her crack until it mingled with the lubrication already on me. The scream seemed to go on and on, her muscles spasming out of control as a hugely powerful orgasm ripped through her body.

"Quyen! That lesson isn't until next week!"

Boom. The door had popped open, and there stood Trinh in all of her post-bar regalia. "Mmm, we're going to have to really ream you out in punishment. Brad, go plug her other hole. Lindsay, can you help me with my clothes?"

Quyen was half-unconscious from her recent exertions, I saw her eyes drooping dully as she fought to recover from such a powerful orgasm. And then I noticed the two people who were with Trinh. They were your typical All-American couple. The girl was a strawberry-blonde with her hair up in a cheerleader ponytail. The guy was your prototypical blonde surfer boy, complete with rippling chest and chiseled chin good looks. He was the aforementioned "Brad" who was now making his way to the bed and shedding clothes on the way.

Meanwhile, Trinh leaned back against the door and closed her eyes as Lindsay the blonde went to work on her. I watched as Lindsay kissed her way across Trinh's tight body, pausing to suckle at Trinh's full breasts once they were revealed. I also saw Lindsay's hand disappear up Trinh's skirt, and the sharp intake of breath Trinh took spelled out what Lindsay was up to down there.

Brad meanwhile, stepped between my own spread legs and got a firm, tight grip on Quyen's hips. She seemed to wake up slightly at the strength in his arms holding her tightly, and without further ado he pushed in. I could feel the presence of his massive member through the thin wall separating our two respective canals. And as Brad began to fuck Quyen in earnest, her hips began their rhythmic slide up and down my own still stiff member. Quyen had awoken fully, and turned her head to me, her eyes somewhat glazed over from the pleasure sensations wracking her body. I looked into her with concern, hunting for any signs of discomfort or displeasure in her face. If she didn't want this, then handcuffs be damned I would stop this whole encounter. But she only let out a breathy gasp of pleasure at me, then returned to her normal quiet fucking. Apparently, with newcomers in the room, Quyen once again retreated inside of her sexual shell, and didn't make a sound.

Trinh meanwhile had dropped Lindsay onto the floor and stripped her naked, and I paused to admire Lindsay's round tits. They were quite obviously fake, and she carried them well as if she'd had them all her life, or at least since high school. The two girls wrapped up in a sensual sixty-nine, and I watched intently at Trinh's hot tongue and fingers lapping at Lindsay's more furry mound.

From the extended pleasure of Quyen's tight ass as well as the visual stimulation of so many images of sex coursing through my brain, I hit the edge and began to come. I came like a geyser, shooting straight up into Quyen's backdoor. She squirmed at the feeling of my seed pouring into her, opening her mouth into that sexy "O" of pleasure. When I had finished, my body went limp from weariness and I began to slip out of Quyen. Brad had sensed this and scooped up Quyen's light body in his big arms. He rotated her about to pin her against a wall, where with her legs locked around his hips he began to thrust upwards into her.

There's something in a male orgasm that simply wipes him out. I lay teetering at the point of falling asleep for a minute before I regained my consciousness. I would have stayed even longer if not for a cool washcloth being applied to my crotch. I looked up to find Trinh's smiling face over me, with Lindsay and her washcloth cleaning me off. Trinh was beaming at me. "Time for you to put some of those new techniques to practice!"

She leaned down and fed me a warm tit, which I instinctively sucked into my mouth. My eyes however, roamed over Lindsay's hot body. Apparently, Trinh had no unattractive friends. Lindsay had the perfect cheerleader body, with toned legs, curvaceous hips, and a full rack. Her bright pink nipples jutted out from her round tits, begging for attention. Once I was cleaned off, Lindsay ducked her mouth and tongue to my sleeping soldier, soothingly caressing it towards reanimation. Trinh meanwhile, settled her hips over my lips, and eagerly directed me to practice my cunnilingus on her.

I expertly munched Trinh out, my tongue running the length of her slit and back to her asshole. Trinh apparently wanted more though, as she unclipped my handcuffs on my arms, and had Lindsay free my legs. Once freed, I shook out my limbs to bring feeling back into them, then proceeded to make use of my finger techniques to drive Trinh wild.

Lindsay, meanwhile, had decided I was ready for her to hop on. With Trinh blocking my vision, the sudden surrounding of my re-hardened cock with the warm, inviting wetness of Lindsay's pussy came entirely unsuspected. I bucked uncontrollably at the pleasure, causing answering squeals in both Lindsay and Trinh as I drove my cock and my tongue deeper into their respective cunts.

I rapidly drove Trinh up the proverbial wall, my new skills proving their worth as she climaxed quickly. She dismounted shortly afterwards to check on her twin. At first I gazed at Lindsay's humping body, who fucked me energetically but almost mindlessly. I could see in her face that I was just another cock to be used. Her face was clenched into the playboy picture perfect view of eroticism, but her eyes were vacant, screwing me with methodical expertise and a tacked on visual façade of pleasure. On the other hand, her hot cunt-muscles rippling and contracting over my rod was quite pleasurable.

Meanwhile, I looked over to Quyen, whose eyes were closed tightly and tears forming in the corners of her eyes, either from excessive pleasure or pain, I wasn't sure. Brad seemed to have the same methodical fucking mentality, with Quyen as just another cunt to fill. I stared, almost heartbroken watching them go at it. I knew I had no right to be jealous. Quyen wasn't mine and besides, I was fucking Brad's girlfriend at the exact same time. But I felt that twinge of green envy shooting through my body and a flash of anger. Quyen deserved better than to be used as a fucktoy. Clearly she was feeling pleasure, as Quyen's mouth opened into that familiar "O" and she trembled erotically. But this guy didn't actually give a damn about her, focused only on getting himself off with a little male pride to make the girl climax first. Apparently Quyen was doing just that, as her body vibrated against the wall, her head thrown back in obvious ecstasy as her climax shot through her body. Brad quickly dropped her to the floor before his waving dick. He gave it a few quick pumps and then was shooting ropes of his cum at her, where it splattered across her hair, her face, her neck, drenching Quyen in a river of semen. Brad grunted in satisfaction, then jerked Quyen by the hair to wipe off his dick with her silky locks.

Almost immediately after, Lindsay was screaming out her release, and I felt the flooding of her juices coating her inner walls and washing over my dick still embedded in her. When she came down, my mind just snapped. Ah, fuck it. With a sudden burst of energy, I flipped Lindsay over and slammed her against the bed. She cooed at me with the forcefulness and in a moment I had driven myself back into her to the hilt. Without a care for her pleasure at all, I jackhammered into Lindsay's wet slit, pounding away at her box with all the force I could muster. It was my payback for how Quyen had been treated. One, then two, then three more pulverizing thrusts, I knew I must look like an enraged demon of lust. My mind automatically picked out all of the techniques I had learned to this point, and quickly Lindsay was shrieking in my ears with her next orgasm. I rode the cresting wave of her release into mine, and when her juices hit my dick for the second time, I fired back with a wave of my own. My dick pulsed inside of her, bursting with everything I had left in my balls. When I was finished, I dropped Lindsay from my arms where she landed roughly on the bed. I hadn't even realized I'd picked her up, and my arms were sore from the exertion. I smoothly exited her, and for a moment took guilty pleasure at the flood of juices pouring out of Lindsay's used cunt.




The Twins in San Francisco Ch. 02



I got to the floor, where a scared-looking Quyen was huddled in a corner. I didn't say a word, but simply took her into my arms and held her. I felt her trembling slowly stop, and she began to let herself fall limply into my embrace. I just held her tightly, my brain trying to project my thoughts into her head. She was safe with me, and I would never treat her as coldly as Brad had just done. After a few minutes, her breathing became shallow and I realized Quyen had fallen asleep against my chest. I cradled her naked body to mine. One of the blankets had been tossed off the bed, and I dragged it over to cover my sleeping beauty.

Brad and Lindsay had re-energized, and Brad was laid out in my position on the bed, flat on his back. Trinh quickly jumped onto his stiff pole, moaning with pleasure at the invasion of his monster cock. Lindsay lay down next to Brad, where Trinh leaned down to suck my cum out of Lindsay's still leaking cunt.

As sexy as that sight was, it couldn't compare to the feeling of bliss I felt with Quyen in my arms. Only a few minutes later, once Lindsay had taken her place atop Brad's mouth and Trinh was screaming out her orgasm, I faded away to sleep.

NEXT PART 3... 



The Twins in San Francisco Ch. 03



Part 3: Love

***

"Come on! That was pathetic!"

I looked up from Trinh's sopping wet cunt, my entire face coated in a layered sheen of wetness from the orgasm she had just spilled onto me. This one had seemed so powerful that she was almost squirting into the air as her hips had shuddered with release. "Pathetic? I've never been so drenched!"

"Oh, that was a great orgasm. But there was no finesse to your technique! You just pushed me straight up to climax without enough little teasing to make me scream out for more. That would be great if you were on a speed record, and it only took about two minutes for me to come. But the point of this exercise is to get me screaming at you, begging you to make me cum!"

"Okay, okay." I knew better than to argue with Trinh. She was truly an amazing sex machine, but she was really demanding in bed. I guess when you've had the best in both San Francisco and L.A., your expectations naturally get higher. Rule#12 for men: Let the woman win. "I'll try again."

"No," Trinh gasped out. "I'm too tired. That's the fifth orgasm already in the last half an hour. It's Quyen's turn. I'm going to go get breakfast."

My neck hurt, and my tongue was sore. Even my fingers were starting to cramp up. This was going to be a long morning. Quyen had just finished an aromatic breakfast, and I could smell juicy bacon from here. My stomach growled with hunger pains, but I knew Trinh would not let me eat until I'd satisfied her objectives. On the other hand, the delighted look on Quyen's face as she bounded up to us more than made up for it.

Quyen quickly shed her robe leaving her completely naked before my eyes. She sat down on the bed, her legs dangling off it before me where I kneeled, of course with a pillow under my knees to prevent rug burn. When she spread her legs, I could see she was already moist with arousal. But before I could begin my task, Quyen reached down and firmly gripped my chin in her hand. Leaning down while pulling my head up, we kissed gently, letting me know that while I was a sex slave, she truly did care about me.

Trinh also noticed from her vantage point in the living room. "Hey, no kissing yet! He hasn't finished his chores!"

Quyen didn't make any moves to lift her lips from mine. I opened my eyes for a moment, and saw Quyen giving Trinh the bird. I fought the urge to chuckle. Ever since that Saturday night with Brad and Lindsay, Quyen and I had grown closer and closer. If not for our "arrangement," we might even resemble a loving romantic couple. Also, Quyen was also becoming more comfortable around me, showing off a wild streak that contrasted greatly with the shy, submissive persona she displayed to the rest of the world. All too soon, Quyen broke the kiss and lay back across the bed, spreading her legs wide for me once again. Sigh, I loved my life. 

Quyen only got to experience one orgasm that morning, but I brought her to the brink at least five different times, each one with her whimpering for me to finish her off. Trinh, her exercise now completed, finally let me eat.

My sexual education had continued, and this morning was the 23rd, exactly three weeks after that fateful night when I went to "Reloaded" with my coworkers and friends. By now, all of my direct sexual training was complete. All that was left was further practice to refine my techniques. I had been in and out of every hole in both girls, in more positions than I can even remember right now. We screwed with legs contorted into odd positions, in odd locations around the house, and a few outside the house. Trinh was quite imaginative, and seemed eager to fuck me whenever she got the urge. We'd had a quickie while riding a Ferris wheel at a County Fair. She'd swallowed my come in a booth at Denny's. We even screwed with her sitting in my lap in a crowded bus.

Quyen was much less adventurous, but equally enthusiastic. It was quite obvious these girls both loved sex. We made love tenderly every chance we got, and relished those moments we had alone. In fact, in spite of the great sex, I was finding myself more and more attracted to Quyen as a person. Now that she had come to trust me, her very sweet and soft personality had emerged. She was quite intelligent, and could actually match me in intellectual conversation. Trinh wasn't exactly stupid, but she never bothered to read up on the latest scientific achievements and discoveries. Whenever Trinh would roar off to find adventure, Quyen and I would go for quiet walks at night, doing nothing but talking. I'd take her to a coffee shop and buy her a latte. Or we'd go see a movie, and she would snuggle in my arms. For a few hours, we were both free of the Mistress/Slave arrangement, and could enjoy a normal dating life.

Unfortunately, this was still a Friday morning, which meant we had to go to work. So after scarfing down two eggs and a few pieces of bacon, I had to leave for my programming job. It had been a boring week. We had no new development projects that had any immediate time demands, and no urgent debugging problems. By mid-afternoon, I was bored to tears and excused myself to take a break. Since we weren't busy, Mr. Patterson couldn't care less. I decided to head down to the Starbucks nearby. It was a sweltering mid-90's hot day, and my frappucino cooled my throat all the way down...

"Hey there, stud."

***

"Let's get out of here."

Trinh got up and dusted herself off, and I jumped up to my feet, then followed a bouncy Trinh towards the exit of the Starbucks. At the last moment, I turned and sketched a bow to the crowd. "Sorry to disturb you folks." Then I turned and fled down the sidewalk.

Before I was fully outside, I thought I heard the little old lady muttering, "You see how young people are nowadays...!"

I quickly caught up to Trinh, and knew better than to open my mouth to ask where we were going. I simply followed her, and surprisingly she walked straight to my building. I presented my ID badge, but Trinh merely flashed the guard a big smile and he let her through. She was wearing a rather tight halter-dress, and the sight of her jiggling boobs no doubt had the desired effect on building security. I felt quite at ease knowing how easily someone could get past the guards.

In a moment, we were in one of the many high-speed elevators which would rocket us up to any one of the 35 floors. She pushed the button for 25, and then as we began to rise, she reached over and hit the emergency stop button. With a grinding creak, the elevator shuddered to a stop. Very quickly Trinh slammed me against a wall, then started to undo my fly.

"Is there a problem?" The speaker on the door controls crackled to life, a metallic noise not unlike that at your local McDonald's drive-thru. By instinct, I looked up the black dome in the ceiling that no doubt held a security camera.

"No problem, Jimmy," Trinh called out into the open air. "Just gimme a couple minutes and then we'll keep going. Enjoy the show!" And with that, Trinh's halter-top came undone. Shrugging slightly, she shimmered out of the rest of the dress, revealing that she wore neither bra nor panties underneath. Even after three weeks, the sight of her prodigious bosom was enough to cause me to gasp in excitement. I could only imagine how things looked on the camera. As usual, the heels stayed on.

Meanwhile, Trinh had finished dropping my pants and boxers to the floor, and had fished out my semi-hard cock. Dropping to her knees. She took me into her mouth, her hot lips quickly going to work sending little bolts of pleasure into my still shocked brain. Even with all of Trinh's previous antics, I was still caught completely by surprise whenever she pulled a new stunt like this. If I was worried about the exhibition of being kissed in a Starbucks, how would I feel about getting a blowjob in an elevator with security watching?

I need not have worried, because blowing me was the last thing Trinh had on her mind. Once I had reached sufficient hardness, I was pushed over onto the floor, and a second later Trinh had sunk herself all the way down onto me. I groaned out in pleasure, my mouth gaping with the feeling of a tight cunt wrapped about me. Whether by coincidence or by design, I also happened to be looking straight up into the black dome, which had a perfect downward view of Trinh's proud chest. We were quickly pounding away at each other, each of my thrusts upwards into Trinh's willing body accompanied by a moan of appreciation from her. After three weeks of almost non-stop fucking, I had gotten quite good at reading her sounds and adjusting my technique accordingly. As such, I was able to bring Trinh to a shrieking orgasm quite quickly. Unfortunately, as a result of Trinh's non-stop fucking of me for those three weeks, she had learned just how to squeeze her inner muscles in order to get me off faster. I was going to have to learn new ways of keeping up my stamina.

She was using those muscles in just that way when I decided to even the odds, the camera be damned. I picked Trinh up and plastered her against the elevator doors, the cool steel bitingly cold against her back. Taking aim once again, I drove my hips forward and impaled her on my cock in one go. The elevator cabin also happened to have a mirror covering the whole back wall, and I knew that Trinh had a perfect view in the mirror of me fucking her. She cried out in pleasure while wrapping her legs about my naked waist. Absently, I wondered how her moans of pleasure must sound over the intercom. I put all of my strength into holding her up while I jerked my hips upwards over and over again.

After a few minutes of this, I knew I was bringing her quickly to her next orgasm. Watching people fuck was one of those things that Trinh got off on, and watching ourselves in an elevator mirror was no different. She was incredibly turned on and ready to burst. I rammed into her harder and harder, knowing I would only have to keep it up for a little longer. This of course meant I was no longer focusing on holding myself at bay, and I was caught completely off guard when Trinh applied those inner muscles of hers. When she finally crested over into climax, her pussy muscles went ballistic on my sensitized rod, and I was suddenly spewing to match her climax. We thrust into each other just twice more as I felt myself pouring out into her, and then finally slumped to the ground. 

When she caught her breath, I watched Trinh reach over into her purse, and got out a tissue to clean herself off. She settled for licking me clean however, which only got my soldier readying itself for another go. Instead, she got up and redressed, and I managed to jump into my suit. Trinh turned to face the dome on the ceiling, and blew a kiss to it. "Okay, Jimmy. We're ready. Oh, and you might want to watch camera 12 on 25!"

A moment later, the elevator had started up again and we were accelerating to the 25th floor. It happened to be one of our executive conference room floors, and stepping off the lift, Trinh quickly paced down to the Santa Fe Room. Bursting open the doors, she quickly closed them again to reveal a large oak table fit for seating twenty people. At the far end of the room, I saw a black recess that probably held the camera. As Trinh paced the room, then plopped herself into the head chair, I looked around. Sure enough, under the camera location was a plate stenciled "Camera 12."

I stood by in the shadows, remaining silent until Trinh revealed her next plan to me. She simply sat in the chair, checking her watch and staring down the front door. Presently, it slipped open and Quyen popped into the room, followed by an absolutely gorgeous woman. Tall, slender, and elegant, I would have taken her for a model if not for her strictly business attire. Absolutely skyscraper legs that seemed to go on forever in a professional business skirt, and four- inch heels gave her a wonderful flex. The prim and proper starched white blouse and jacket did nothing to hide the fact that she had a great rack. To top it all off, she had a gorgeous almond-shaped face. This woman had some distinctly Asian features, yet her skin tone and light hair made me think she was either mixed Caucasian-Asian or Hawaiian. It turned out I was right on both counts.

Quyen was beaming. "Allow me to introduce Kiana. She was our Sorority President and happens to be amazing in bed! She's been working for a Senator in Washington the last few months."

Trinh piped up. "Ki, this is our newest stud. We've given him our expert training, but we need you to verify his quality for us. I'm afraid we've both become a bit biased as to his abilities. Some of us more than others." This last comment headed directly at Quyen, who blushed.

Kiana merely smiled as she paced forwards, shrugging out of her suit coat. "Well, he sure is a lot better looking than those dirty old men on Capitol Hill."

I knew I was gaping in awe at Kiana's beauty, but quickly regained my composure and intended to impress. I wanted to make the twins proud of me. I moved forwards quickly, taking the tall woman into my arms and looking straight into her perfect eyes. I gently stroked her cheek for a moment before leaning in and kissing her, reveling in her sweet smell and taste. I kissed her passionately, my tongue entering her mouth as my hand expertly undid the buttons on her blouse. Kiana simply flowed into my arms and returned the kiss with highly aroused passion. I gently pressed her body backwards until she backed into the board table, then I hoisted her up onto it. I sat her back and then proceeded to tug the skirt and her lace panties off. Much to my delight, Kiana was shaved completely bare. She had a beautiful pussy, soft cunt-lips that were swollen and split wide open to reveal her softer inner lips to my hungry gaze.

I ducked down my head, kneeling on the floor as I proceeded to give Kiana the tongue lashing of a lifetime. I realized now exactly why Trinh had been so adamant that I practice how to tease a woman and not let her come. My fingers penetrated her rapidly moistening cunt, and after less than a minute Kiana's moans had reached a hyper pace and her hips began to spasm. But at the last possible moment, I released my lips and fingers and began to kiss my way down her leg. Ki growled in frustration and instinctively brought a hand to her crotch to finish herself off. I intercepted the hand and got a tight grip on her wrist, holding it away from her body.

When she had sufficiently calmed down, I returned to my spot between her legs and began to gently blow across her wet clit. Kiana started squirming with pleasure. My fingers trailed the line between the bottom of her slit and her butthole, pausing every so often to poke my finger into one orifice or the other.

Meanwhile, Trinh and Quyen had gotten busy. By now they were both naked and had crawled atop the conference table at a different location. The were entwined together in a hot sixty-nine, and I could see that Kiana was whimpering softly as both of her friends reached climax. Meanwhile, I had brought Kiana to the edge a fourth time, and still would not let her come. My lips and tongue and fingers had simply become too talented at this point. She was praising me and cursing me with every other word, loving what I was doing to her body but aching for release.

"All right! All right! You've made your point!" Kiana was screaming and nearly crying. "Now let me come!" It felt good to have brought such a high and mighty, powerful woman to the point of begging little old me to let her get off. I looked to Trinh for approval, and she nodded yes. At that, I bore down into Kiana's pussy, strumming my fingers inside her G-spot and my lips sucking powerfully on her clit. Within seconds she was thrashing side to side uncontrollably, screaming "Yes! Yes!" over and over again. I watched her heaving bosom gyrating within the confines of her bra as she exploded into orgasm.

While she was still in the throes, I got up and dropped my slacks to the floor. Her cunt was still spasming when I penetrated her, sinking myself in to the hilt in one go which rocketed her off into a second orgasm. Her pussy was juicing out of control as I began to ream her out. I leaned down, burying my face in her gyrating bosom and then broke apart the front-clasp of her bra. There she lay, with her blouse and bra wide open and revealing her gorgeous bust to my hungry gaze. Her boobs were impossibly round, suggesting implants, and the soft flesh combined with the firm structure in my palms send shock waves of power into my head.

Energetically we fucked, Kiana's lithe body sliding back and forth across the smooth surface of the table with every thrust. I was yanking her back onto my dick just by tugging on her tits, a wonderfully painful pleasure that had her screaming at me to fuck her harder. Trinh and Quyen had meanwhile ground to a halt, only absently touching each other as they watched the two of us fucking like jackrabbits. I had lifted Kiana's hips into the palms of my hands and hooked her legs over my shoulders when she crescendoed into another orgasm. When this one washed over her body, it seemed to suck all the rest of her energy out of her as she went limp in my arms when it had run its course.

I pulled out of her, letting her lay panting on her back with her legs dangling off the edge of the table. Trinh slid off of Quyen and crawled across the table to Kiana, where they gently kissed and whispered to each other. I could hear faint giggling and a breathy "Oh, my gawd..." from Kiana.

Quyen, meanwhile, saw my rigidly hard erection and decided to have me for herself. She leapt off the table and dropped to her knees, sucking me into her mouth to taste Kiana's flavors on me. Then she pushed me into one of the wide and plush executive chairs circling the table. Then turning about, she sat in my lap with her back to me, and pressed my hard-on inside of her. It was a good thing her ass was as trim as it was, because due to the angle only a few inches penetrated into her. But that seemed to be enough as Quyen took up a circling motion as my little head rimmed her gaping pussy. I had my left hand palming one of her tits while the other dropped into her lap to titillate Quyen's clit. She squealed with delight and shivered in my arms, and after only a few minutes of our mini-fuck she shrieked and dumped a load of girlcum into my hand.

Trinh meanwhile had split her legs over Kiana's face and bent down into Kiana's crotch to complete another sixty-nine. A visibly recovered Ki eagerly munched out her old sorority sister while I watched Trinh's long tongue lapping at Kiana's bare cunt. The two obviously had many hours of practice at this, as the sounds both were making showed their familiarity with each others' bodies. Upon watching me and Quyen screwing and seeing Quyen cry out when she came, Kiana popped her head up. "He can make Quyen shriek?"

Following her orgasm, Quyen hopped off me and bent over, bracing her hands against the desk only a foot from Trinh and Kiana. Taking her cue, I settled in behind Quyen and with practiced ease slipped my way into her cunt from behind. She breathily moaned out her appreciation while Kiana kept looking over to see the normally silent Quyen screaming like a banshee as I plugged her over and again. The girls had repeated orgasms that round, and right on cue, when Quyen hit her next orgasm she squeezed her cunt muscles in that way she knew to get me off. The room was filled with a chorus of moans as all four of us came almost simultaneously, Ki and Trinh dumping loads of cum into each others mouths while Quyen and I mixed up a blended cocktail of orgasmic fluids within her pussy.

At long last everyone was drained, although Kiana paused a moment to descend her lips into Quyen's oozing crotch to taste me. The sight of stunning Kiana sucking my juice out of Quyen's cunt was almost enough to get me up again, although a look at the wall clock told me I had already been gone far too long for a coffee break.




The Twins in San Francisco Ch. 03



We all got dressed and rode the elevator uneventfully down to my floor. Before I left, Kiana gave me a big hug and a wet sloppy kiss. The doors actually opened before we were finished, and when I sucked the last bit of saliva off of Kiana's tongue, I turned around to get back to work. Todd was standing not two feet in front of me with his jaw on the floor again. Kiana gave him a little wave, and then the doors clicked shut.

***

The next week became busy once again. Work had picked up, and we had a new project to get on the move. Quyen and I unfortunately had precious little time together. We played chess again one night, Trinh retired to the bedroom to watch a movie and dismissing the game as a waste of time. We also went out to watch a scary movie. I swear Quyen would jump completely into my lap whenever an alien would poke its scary claws under a door. But somehow, in the back of our heads, we knew our living arrangement would end once we hit the end of the month.

Sunday, August 31. Tonight was the last day, and of course Trinh wanted to go out and Party! We agreed and the three of us hit one of Trinh's favorite bars. She was a regular and everyone knew her, and we were ushered into a comfortable booth. The twins spent the whole night teasing the guys who were hitting on them while they sized up the crowd. A few of the twins' friends joined us, and in a big group we all laughed and told raunchy jokes and generally got wasted. Fortunately, the bar was only a few blocks away from the house (although those blocks were all uphill), so I didn't have to worry about anyone driving tonight. Trinh, knowing full well this was the last day she could order me around as a slave, of course had me pay for our drinks.

Midway through the evening, Trinh announced that she had to go to bathroom. She tugged on my arm and said, "Let's go!"

Why would a woman need my help to go to the bathroom? Then it hit. Oh, yeah. Sheepishly, I got up and followed Trinh back towards the restrooms. I looked back to the table for a moment to check on Quyen. She just winked at me and gave me a little wave. "Have fun!"

Sure enough, when Trinh popped open the door to the ladies room, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me in with her. We ignored another girl freshening up at the sink and she tugged me into the handicapped stall. Once inside, Trinh slammed me back against the wall, her lips descending to mine and her hands already at the fastenings of my slacks. Through all of Trinh's exhibition-crazed ideas, we had never done it in a bathroom before. We continued to make out while her hand ducked underneath the waistband of my boxers. My hand slipped under the back of Trinh's blouse, caressing the soft flesh of her back and working my way up to the clasp of her bra.

Before I could unclasp her, she dropped to her knees, tugging my pants down with me. My mostly erect tool now bobbed freely in front of her face. Reaching out her tongue, she took a long lick from the base of my balls and trailed all the way up to the tip. That definitely got me hard all the way. Her hands clutched my buttcheeks and held me tightly before she closed her mouth around my mast. Stretching herself, she kept sucking and sucking and sucking until she had deep throated me all the way inside of her. She inhaled sharply at the base of my cock, and her throat contractions played out like miniature fingers squeezing my rod.

My eyes were bursting with the pleasure running through my head, which then was suddenly replaced by an intense pain. All thoughts of sex flew out of my mind as I instinctively stopped moving in an attempt to prevent further pain. Trinh was suddenly standing beside me, her eyes coldly staring deep into mine. Her hand was still in my crotch, and I could feel the razor edges of her nails prickling my balls, unmoving, but far too close to puncturing me for my taste.

"Now that I have your complete and undivided attention, listen closely." Her voice was cool, confident. I dared not interrupt. I nodded quickly, like a desperate man who was millimeters away from losing a testicle.

"Tonight is your last night in our house. As we agreed, you packed up this morning. Our contract will soon be over, and you will be asked to leave. We've held up our end of the bargain. You are a fantastic lover and I'm sure you could now get any woman you want. Your slavery will also over. But the deal was until August 31. Sweetie, you've been a great lay and I wouldn't mind fucking you again in the future. But after tonight, your 'relationship' with Quyen will be over. You've shown her a great time, but you're just another piece of meat to her. She likes to be treated well, to make guys fall in love with her. By next week, she'll have another young stud eating out of the palm of her hand. I just wanted to warn you before you got your hopes up too far. Sorry, stud."

And with that, she turned and left.

I didn't move from my spot against the wall for a long time. I didn't even make a move to pick up my pants. My mind was racing, and then it settled down onto one discouraging thought: I should have known better. Even with new sexual skills, social skills, and street smarts, I was still a lowly computer nerd. I was an outcast from the socially acceptable world. How could a gorgeous, popular woman like Quyen ever love someone like me? She was simply too good for me. She could get someone better. My head hung low, I gathered my shorts and returned back to the table.

When I returned, Quyen seemed to immediately sense something was up. "What's wrong?" she asked sweetly.

"Nothing. I'm fine." I gave her the cold shoulder, and she left me alone for the rest of the night. Gradually I got back into the game, made the small talk, and practiced how to interact with the "In-Crowd." Maybe someday, with practice, I could be good enough for Quyen to love me.

By 10PM we were all finished and ready to get home. Trinh had also apparently selected one lucky guy, Sung, to join us for a nightcap. He was a tall and strong, muscular Korean who had been in the U.S. only since college. Slightly older than our trio, his English was still rough around the edges, although he had apparently charmed Trinh quite well.

Our foursome trekked up the hill to the girls' pad, and we all stumbled inside onto the shag carpet and plush couch. We kept up an animated chatter and nursed one last round of drinks Trinh and I mixed up, and of course the conversation quickly became rather sexual. Trinh had dimmed the lights and put on some music, and after a few minutes no one was speaking any longer.

Trinh was in Sung's lap on the couch and they were making out furiously, the drinks now all but forgotten. Quyen meanwhile was cradled in my arms as I reclined against a wall, kissing me softly like there would be no tomorrow. I knew that there wouldn't be a tomorrow for us. I had tried several times in the last week to breach the subject of us continuing our relationship past the end of the month, but Quyen had deftly changed the subject at every turn. Now I knew why. When the arrangement was over, so were we. I realized that our relationship had brought about because of our special arrangement, but I used to truly believe that our feelings for each other extended beyond the Mistress/Slave month.

I had seen her for the vulnerable little girl she hid so carefully behind the cold seductress veneer. She could be vibrant and even playful, and that was the person I had fallen in love with over the past few weeks. I loved every second I had alone with her, when she let me see who she really was and felt free to be open with her thoughts and ideas. Even now, her large eyes glowed luminously at me, enrapturing my very soul.

Quyen sat up and turned back to kiss me more passionately. She pressed me downwards until I was flat on my back, snug in the plush carpet. In one smooth motion she lifted up her top and whipped it off her body, followed quickly by her bra. Her motions were languid, slow and deliberate. We were in no rush. She grabbed my hands and pressed them to her chest, my palms delicately tracing every inch of her glorious globes. As I continued to fondle her chest, she dropped her arms down to undo my pants. After a few casual minutes, we were both fully naked, with Quyen laying atop me, her head pillowed on my chest as she listened to my heartbeat.

We were not the only ones in a state of undress. Trinh had apparently performed a slow striptease to the soft music, an event which had gotten Sung to the painful state of rigidity. She stripped him as well still sitting on the couch, and as I watched, Trinh lowered herself onto his stiff rod while pressing her large tits into his face. Having personally experienced the Trinh lap-fuck, I knew he could not last long.

Meanwhile, Quyen had taken a hold of my own cock sandwiched between our bodies. Before I realized it, she had slipped me inside of her, and then lay back down to rest on my chest. We didn't move for a long time, the eroticism of the moment and the exquisite feeling of Quyen's pussy more than enough to keep me hard. Then gently, we began to rock together. I held her body close to mine, never letting any part of her skin break contact with mine. We rolled side to side and she undulated her hips atop me. Rather than little bolts of pleasure, we seemed to share a mutual glow of ecstasy that flowed through our unified body. For the first time in my life, I felt completely as One with a person.

Soon, I heard the telltale moaning of Trinh's orgasm spilling over. She was done only a second before she slipped off of Sung just in time as he began to spurt into the open air, low male grunting signifying the end of Sung's first fuck with Trinh. She quickly covered his spasming rod with her mouth, catching the rest of him in her mouth. Then kneeling between his legs, she tilted her head back and opened her mouth, showing him the pool of his come she had collected there, then swallowed it all down in one gulp. She smiled for a moment, then bent down to take a long lick at his deflating cock. "I'm going to have to get you back up for Quyen now."

That thought reverberated through my head for a moment, but quickly exited as Quyen's hips began to jerk uncontrollably. She was riding me slowly and savoring the friction of our joining before she tumbled down the slope towards orgasm. I felt the pleasure washing through her body and she reached up to join her lips to mine. When she kissed me, she crested over into her climax, and as I felt the energy of her release washing through her it washed over me, and suddenly I was coming. I felt no buildup or tightening in my balls. It just flowed out of me in an endless stream as if I were pissing pure ecstasy. The constant bliss of the orgasm instead of the short bursts of normal ejaculation was almost more than I could handle, and for a moment I blacked out.

I awoke to find Quyen kissing me gently awake, a bemused expression on her face. "Don't you fall asleep on me, yet. I'm not done with you!"

I smiled back at her, then behind her I saw Sung and Trinh standing by, Sung with a decidedly hungry look on his face while staring at Quyen's cute backside. I realized then that it was Sung's turn with Quyen. My mind rebelled at the thought, and I wanted to lift my head and protest. But Quyen wasn't mine. I did not have the right. Maybe Sung would just become her next boy-toy.

Then Quyen's melodious voice was filling the air. "I'm sorry, but I'm not going to fuck Sung."

Sung looked momentarily confused, then looked to Trinh. Trinh stared at us for a moment, a questioning look to the both of us. I looked to Quyen, and she was positively beaming at me. Her eyes held that light that I loved so dearly. I stared straight at Trinh as I gathered my nerve. "He's not going to have Quyen. I won't allow it."

That sparked something in Trinh. "You don't allow it? You don't get to make the rules here."

"But I do," Quyen piped up, more forcefully than I'd ever seen her before. She had that cold glare back in her eyes, her arms protectively still clutching my body. "I'm sorry, but I'm not in the mood. I don't want to screw him."

Trinh looked taken aback for a moment, then shrugged. She gently pushed Sung back to the couch. "Sorry, baby, but you'll have to settle for little me tonight. But I'll relieve you of this pressure at least." With that she pushed Sung deeper into the couch and proceeded to give him an expert blow job. With Trinh's hot mouth, I guess Sung quickly forgot about Quyen.

***

When Sung had left and we had all gotten redressed, Trinh closed the door and marched back into the living room, where Quyen was sitting very close to me, nestling her head against my shoulder as I held her protectively in my arms.

"Quyen's never turned down one of the guys I brought home before."

"I never cared before." Quyen's eyes had returned to their hardened state. She finally knew what, and who, she wanted, and she wasn't about to give that up. "Now I only want one man."

"You're just going to get bored of him. So he treats you well for now. He's your slave, so of course he treats you well. Three months from now the honeymoon will be over and he'll just be another jerk watching his football instead of talking to you. You'd be much happier just grabbing another guy to treat you like a queen for another month!"

Quyen shook her head. "That's how you see guys. You're happiest for that first few weeks when a guy is eating out of the palm of your hand. But this one makes me happy, and I want to keep him."

Trinh sighed resignedly. "Your loss. I think fifteen men are far better than one. More variety. More flavors. Less downtime." Then Trinh fixed her gaze on me. "But after tonight, you still have to leave; and Quyen isn't going to go with you."

"You said that by the August 31 I could get any woman I want. I want Quyen."

Trinh chuckled. "I meant any woman not already taken."

"Quyen's not taken."

"Yes she is. She's in love with me."

"Yeah. But she's in love with me, too." I then turned my gaze to Quyen, staring deep into those luminous eyes I loved so much. Eyes that were brightly looking back into mine. "And I love her."

"Quyen's still a little girl." Trinh gave her almost-twin a mothering look. "She's grown up physically but she's still shy and afraid of dealing with the outside world. Who's going to teach her? You?"

Quyen decided to pipe up at this point. She beckoned Trinh over to her side, pulling her close and tightly so that she was happily sandwiched between the two of us. She looked at me first. "I do think I love you. You make me feel so happy, so intelligent, like I'm a real person. You've been the sweetest guy I've ever met, and treated me so much better than all the guys I thought would care about me if only I would fuck them. But I'm not ready to leave here. Trinh has always been there for me and I love her dearly. I wasn't sure that I was ready to try a real relationship with you after our "arrangement" was over. I was afraid that you'd just become another guy who was using me for sex. But now, hearing you tell me that you love me, I think I can trust that. You know where I live and you've got my number. Let's try dating for real and just see where it goes."

Quyen kissed me sweetly, and then turned and planted an equally sweet kiss on Trinh's lips. "Trinh, I love you. And I'll always love you. You might just have to get used to me sharing my attention with someone else, but it won't mean that I care about you any less. Just because I'm dating a guy doesn't mean we're history."

She returned her gaze back to me. "Now remember, after today the arrangement is over. You're no longer our slave. You also have to remember that I love Trinh, very much. I want to see her happy, so I'm fine if you fuck her whenever you want. But after tonight, you'll only fuck Trinh when YOU want to fuck Trinh. She can't order you to fuck her!"

Both Trinh and I smiled at this. I knew I wouldn't mind banging another hot babe, and Trinh apparently did not want to lose her greatest sexual accomplishment completely. Quyen was also basking in her newfound confidence. 

Trinh giggled and then jumped into my lap. She hiked her skirt up to her waist and lifted her shirt up and above her pendulous tits, showing off her very hard nipples. Her hands were immediately tugging down my shorts. "Well, if I've only got fifteen minutes left to order you around. I'd better make the best of it."

Quyen was right by Trinh's side, and even held my new erection in her hands and guided my way into Trinh's cunt. Trinh and I sighed as we felt the wonderful feeling of my dick buried inside of her. Quyen leaned over and gave me a huge kiss even as Trinh rubbed her tits into my chest and started to ride me, her pussy muscles going to work.

When Quyen broke away she gave me a dead serious look. "And if I can only give you orders for the next, uh, fourteen minutes. I'm ordering you to promise you'll fuck me good once Trinh's done with you!"

I just smiled. "Baby, I'll let you give me orders for the rest of our lives!"

EPILOGUE: One year later, I'm still treating my Quyen like a queen. Trinh still shows up at the most unexpected times for little quickies, and I always oblige her. She's still an amazing fuck. Trinh has extended her net of influence across the entire city by now, and has trained two more young studs (and one girl!) in her One Month Sexual Academy, with help from both myself and Quyen of course. The three of us all fill needs for each other. Trinh needs both a guy and a girl to wait on her every whim and satisfy her every sexual craving. Quyen and I both enjoy being ordered around by and being taught by a dominating personality. And Quyen and I have found the love of our lives. Sometimes happily ever after takes more than two people.

-THE END-