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A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 01

By: leBonhomme



This story is the sequel to the five chapters of the story with a similar name, which was all about sibling incest. There is more of that here, but maybe not with as much detail as when they were discovering everything they wanted to do together. This chapter is in the category Lesbian Sex because I was having more fun letting Vicky and her new college roommate find each other. They have fun too.

It was only about six weeks from the end of July until we went to college, Vicky to a women's college quite near the city where my men's college was. We were both going to have roommates whom we didn't yet know. We agreed that we wanted to continue, of course, deciding to say that we were cousins to explain our same last names. 

At the beginning of the term, we both were a little the envy of our classmates, immediately dating, while others were going to freshmen mixers to meet someone. The first weekends, we tried to enjoy just exploring each other's campus and sightseeing in the city, since we couldn't go to my room. We could, but didn't know how to suggest to my roommate, Tim, that we wanted to be alone for long enough to do what we wanted to do.

On my campus, we quickly discovered that we both were looking for places where we could make out. Chuckling, we spent the rest of the evening wandering around with just that in mind, later in the evening seeing other couples making out on park benches. Those protected by shrubbery were obviously preferred, and then those further away from lights. 

We found the best one we could and did as much as the others were, which wasn't as much as we wanted to do, of course. When we noticed that one couple were wearing raincoats, although it wasn't raining or cold enough, we hummed and agreed: "next time." 

"Next time," Vicky was wearing a full skirt and a sweater under her raincoat, and I had bought boxer shirts. When I whispered that to her, she hummed with a grin and replied that she had "forgotten" to wear a bra. When it started to get dark, we weren't the first couple who found a protected park bench, but that was kind of reassuring; they could only be there already to do more than kiss. Very soon, we also were, after we had arranged our coats to hide what our hands wanted to do.

I hadn't had much experience making out in high school, but enough to assume that the couples we had seen the previous week were kissing as arousingly as they could; it had looked like it. If she was letting him fondle her breasts, she was "letting" him, maybe encouraging him with moans, but not being so open as to tell him anything, even if she was being bold enough to fondle his cock. They must be students who already knew each other, sophomores, juniors, seniors. If they knew each other like Vicky and I did, I thought they would already know somewhere to go to do everything they wanted.

Vicky and I started with kissing, but then were whispering. We didn't know where to go to do everything we wanted, but we were in complete agreement to do everything we could where we were. My hand was inside her coat as we started kissing, then inside her sweater. She hummed cheerfully and whispered: 

"Like high school kids."

"Not if you told me you forgot your bra." 

"Hmm! And your new boxer shorts."

Her hand was fumbling with the zip of my fly, mine already playing with her aroused nipple. If - IF - those other girls were just holding his cock through his pants, we didn't have to go through that. She unzipped and her hand slip in and then found the opening of my shorts, easy, since my cock was already holding it open. Her cool fingers slipped around it, and I moaned softly with a nod. I had worn dark pants, knowing what was eventually going to happen. She whispered: 

"Let me first, then you."

"Inside your panties?"

"Thought I had forgotten them too?"

I shook my head, and then we did kiss again, while her hand did what it could in the constraint of my fly. I tried not to moan, when she made me come, but she did. Then she whispered: 

"Got to taste it." 

Her fingers reached up in my shorts and found as much as they could. She cupped her fingers together and drew her hand out of my pants. When she raised it to her mouth, she had to lick it up from her palm. Then with a soft chuckle, she turned her hand stuck her fingers in my mouth. I sucked and licked them, humming. She retrieved her fingers and licked them clean and then whispered: 

"Now you, me," and gathered up her full skirt. As my hand slid up her thigh, she pulled her coat over it. She had not forgotten her panties, and they weren't moist, which surprised me, also that they were cotton panties, the same kind of material as my jockey shorts. When my fingers crept up the elastic, they were even more surprised; she was wearing two pairs of panties. She felt my fingers discover that and whispered: 

"Could have told you; didn't want to drip."

"Hmm? Why they weren't even moist yet."

"Good! Just didn't seep through, yet." 

She was right. The fingers of her hand that was holding up her skirt caught the elastics and let me shove my hand inside her two pairs of thick panties. My fingers scratched in her pubic hair on their way to her pussy, moist pussy. She had been right. She moaned, holding me with her other hand to kiss again. My fingers did what I had seen hers do, while I muffled her moans with my mouth. When they stopped, my fingers and her panties were all wet, and my cock was again aroused. 

It relaxed a little, while she recovered, but then her hand was back in my pants and shorts. We did it all over again. When I whispered to her how wet her panties were, she nodded and replied: 

"I know, down under my ass too. Good thing I'm wearing a coat; my skirt is also probably wet."

"Like my shorts and pants," I whispered in reply. 

We chuckled softly, as she pulled the front of her skirt back down, and kissed again with my hand back up under her sweater. On the way back to the bus stop for her to return, we complained that we couldn't have done more. At the bus stop, we embraced and kissed, like the other couples waiting for the bus. 

On the way back to my room, I enjoyed the unaccustomed sensation of my cock and balls moving freely in my new boxer shorts, as I strode along. Then suddenly I felt cooler air down there and realized that my fly was still open. I chuckled and held the front of my coat across and zipped up. 

We could have girls in our rooms, but roommates were a problem. Tim and I got along fine. He was more gung-ho about sports than I was, trying out for the freshman soccer team. That turned out to be very advantageous for Vicky and me. He was all enthused about going to the first football game. He hadn't met Vicky yet, but knew that I was dating her. I said that I would probably invite her to the game, hoping I wasn't showing how enthused I was to know that he would be safely out of the way for a couple of hours. I didn't buy tickets for the game. When I called her, she was just as enthused, whispering that her panties were already wet. 

When Tim told me that he was going to go early to watch the teams warm up, I replied that Vicky and I wouldn't, but that let me know that he would be out of the room some time before the game started. I called Vicky again and told her to arrive early, and be near our dorm, that I would meet her as soon as I knew Tim wasn't around. 

Tim hurried off after lunch, earlier than I had expected. I had to wait for Vicky to arrive. When she did, grinning, I realized that others in the dorm could see me taking her in. I couldn't change that, just hoping that they would assume that we would be going to the game later. 

In our room, after I had taken her coat, Vicky glanced around, recognizing the bedspread on my bed. 

"Clean sheets," I murmured. 

She just nodded with deep hum, giving me slight smile, as she began to unbutton her blouse. I had wondered how we would start, didn't have to any more. We stripped off our clothes as fast as we could with aroused expressions. When she had taken of her panties, she automatically fluffed up her pubic hair. I jostled my sack free of my thigh, my cock already standing out from my balls. She looked at it with another hum, glancing from my bed to Tim's and my desks, then recognizing which one was mine from my old dictionary. 

She smiled slightly with aroused nipples and hummed again, murmuring: 

"On your desk, like in the kitchen, lick and fuck."

Even a less obedient younger brother wouldn't deny that kind of a request. I almost swept everything else all my desk, leaving my dictionary for her to rest her head on. Before I turned back from dumping the things on my bed, she was already sitting on my desk, dropping back and drawing her thighs up. I dropped to my knees, only enjoying the view of her open pussy long enough to recognize that it was already moist, and then I was tasting it, and soon it was more than moist. 

How many weeks had it been since I had tasted it? "Like in the kitchen," lick her asshole too. I did and she moaned and began to rub herself. Yeah, when she had done that, when we had been doing it like this, she came, spurting in my mouth - all her good pussy juice! And then we had fucked, and how we had fucked! And my cock was as stiff as it could be, wanting to fuck!

She came, all in my mouth. I could only hope no one else could hear her. She wanted it like that time in the kitchen? Did she remember that I had plunged my cock in her pussy before she had recovered from her orgasm? My cock and I couldn't wait. 

It did, and she was just as surprised: wide eyed with a shocked expression. Then she did remember, apparently, catching her breath and demanding: "Yeah, like that!"

Fuck! I did! Almost immediately, her body began to convulse again, pussy juice flooding me. I came - before I wanted to - feeling how hard and how much my cock was shooting in her pussy, but it wanted more: her hips twitching insistently again, her pussy clutching. Fuck! I continued to. 

When her body began to convulse a third time, I suddenly remembered something about why people were strapped in the electric chair. Were her orgasms like feeling an electric shock?! A long, non-lethal one; she was still convulsing! 

I came again and collapsed over her. She was still breathing; I hadn't killed her, but she was lying inert, her thighs hanging down over the edge of the table. It was as though she had passed out.

Before she could complain that I was too heavy on her, I rose up, and my wilted cock slipped out, but she still didn't move. I heard her dripping on the floor. Had I licked it all up that time in the kitchen, or was it another time? Not this time, I didn't want to do anything to disturb her. I did want to hold her breasts, but I didn't do that either. 

Finally, her eyes opened, and she gave me a tired smile. She sighed, moaning softly. Then she raised her eyebrows with a slight, wry smile and murmured: 

"Almost fucked to death."

"Um-hmm," I agreed, thinking that I could tell her later how her remark agreed with the thoughts I had had. 

She reached up her hands, and I helped her off my desk. We embrace and kissed. We went in the bathroom, and I gave her a fresh washcloth, taking my used one to wash myself and then wipe up the desk and floor. She used the toilet, and I did. Back in the room, she said: 

"Now your clean sheets." 

I opened my bed. As she was lying down, she remarked: 

"Oh, we should listen to the game on the university radio station; have to know what happened, who won, and when the game is over."

I found the station on my radio. We were delighted to discover that the first quarter hadn't finished yet. Good boy, Tim, I thought, leaving so early to watch the warm-up. When I lay down with her, she smiled and said: 

"At least another hour and a half."

"Um-hmm, but not enough time to risk taking a nap."

"I wasn't thinking of that, not after having waited so long."

"I wasn't really, either," I agreed. 

"Is he - Tim's his name? - always going to go to the games?

"I hope so. Yeah, 'Tim'."

"Nice, get on well?"

"Yeah. Maybe he will have soccer games on the frosh team."

"Hmm! Hopefully the weekends when the football team is away."

"Too much to hope for. Oh, if he makes the team, he won't be able to go to the football games."

"His problem; he'll still be busy."

"Yes," I agreed. 

We got more comfortable, thighs overlapping, and listened to the game for a few minutes. The teams changed ends, and the game continued. Then Vicky's hand slid off me and down between us. She fondled my soft cock and hummed, then murmured: 

"I bet you know what else I want to do."

"Oooh! That too?!" I asked with feigned surprise.

"Um-hmm! And then, if I can make it want to again, I want to sit on you."

"I didn't think freshman girls said anything like that, that they even knew they could do all that, would want to do that."

"Maybe most of them don't, but I do. Hmm? Keep that in mind, when you start dating one."

"Hadn't thought about that."

"I hadn't either, just occurred to me now."

We were silent for a few moments. I assumed that she was also considering that we wouldn't carry on like this forever. We were silent, but her hand was fondling my cock. As long as - whenever - she could do that, we would, even if we dated someone else. She could spoil some guy, but it seemed likely that she was right, that I would have trouble finding a girl who wanted to suck my cock. 

Without saying anything, I turned around on the bed and grasped her hips, pulling her down to have space for my legs at the head of the bed. We forgot about the game, didn't hear it. It was so good to have my cock in her mouth again and feel her sucking and licking; it was so good to have my tongue in her pussy and taste it again. Our fingers hadn't forgotten what else we liked to feel. 

We were in no hurry now. After our so desperate fucking, we both were enjoying the oral pleasure of what we were doing. Of course, I was arousing her, and she was arousing me, but that was secondary to our enjoying what our mouths were doing. I could tell that she felt the same way, her tongue just caressing the head of my cock, not trying to rub her pallet on it's most sensitive spot.

Eventually, I remembered that she also wanted to sit on me; we couldn't do this forever. I concentrated on licking and nibbling on her pussy close to where my finger became more active. She nodded and began to move her head and finger. After our prolonged arousal, we both soon came, moaning in response to our own orgasms and from our delight at tasting each other's. From her moans each time my cock spurted, I knew again that she felt the same way. It did seem very unlikely that another girl would give me such pleasure and enjoy it so much. 

We sighed and rubbed each other's hip. My cock was still in her mouth: still there, "Still," no longer twitching, although it felt her tongue savoring what it had given her. Then it slipped from between her lips, and she murmured: 

"Just like I wanted."

"Me too, there and here."

"Me too, here and there."

I crawled back around, and we moved back up on my pillow and embraced. We kissed, and then said that we tasted like each other, nodding with chuckles. The announcer on the radio was giving a summary of the first half of the game. It was the end of the half time break. We hummed, chuckling. We didn't have to say that we both understood that we still had about an hour before the game ended. We listened to him announce that the teams were back on the field and the kick-off for the third quarter. 

While we listened to the first few plays, I wondered if Vicky was still going to want to sit on me, also if she could make him want her to. I hoped so, in principle, recalling how good it was that way, but after three orgasms, I wasn't sure that he did. He wouldn't mind if she had forgotten. 

She hadn't. Her fingers found him and my balls again, easily gathering them all in her hand. Her fingers jostled my balls. She murmured: 

"We don't have to."

"If you want to."

"Only if you think he can."

"Only one way to find out."

She hummed and replied: 

"I'll try to tell him."

"Don't know if he'll listen, if you just talk."

"I wasn't intending to," she replied with smirk. 

Her face was too close to mine for me really to see that she smirked, but I knew her expression, when she spoke like that. She was smirking, however, when she had crept down between my legs and looked up at me. She looked down at him and murmured: 

"You really want to, don't you?"

He couldn't nod, although I tried to make him. I saw her scowl. She murmured: 

"Okay. If you don't want to, shake your head."

He couldn't do that either. She chuckled and said: 

"Then you really want to, just need a little inspiration?"

He didn't nod or shake his head. She chuckled again and said: 

"Lost your tongue? Can't say anything? Hmm! Maybe mine can help." 

She crouched lower and raise him to her mouth. She sucked him in her mouth. For a couple of plays in the game, that was more interesting than what she was doing. Then it wasn't; my cock was responding to her sucking and licking. I still could follow another couple of plays, but then my mind blocked out the sound of the radio, my cock was twitching in her mouth. She sucked and licked a few moments more. When he twitched again, she raised her head and murmured: 

"I thought so, you really wanted to nod before." 

She grinned up at me and began to scramble up, her knees coming up next to my hips. I let her guide him to her pussy. We moaned, as her hips descended on him. She smiled cheerfully and said: 

"I knew he really wanted to."

"With your tongue speaking for him?" I replied, also grinning. 

"If he had lost his," she answered, and then began to move her hips.

Our grins faded, as we moaned. Her hips rocked to and fro and then circled. Was being fucked better than fucking? It was at least as good. No, better, just letting her arouse him - and herself, of course. Her eyes were half closed, she moaning with me. Then she sat still, her weight on my hips, and her eyes opened and found mine. She murmured: 

"I just love to feel him in me."

"I do too, especially when you do that."

"Wicked! College freshman - 'freshwomen' - shouldn't know."

"The 'freshmen' shouldn't either, then they won't know what they're missing."

We snickered, and she began to move her hips again. We moaned, and I reached up and fondled her breasts, her nipples. She nodded with an extra moan. I was expecting her to begin rubbing her pussy; her eyes were half closed again. But then she muttered: 

"Suck them," and dropped down over me. 

She had to move up a little for me to do so, but my hips rocked up, trying to keep my cock as deep in her as it had been. I sucked, and her hips rocked down. So much for her wanting to just sit on me; we fucked. Our hips slapped together. 

Fucking must be a natural reflex. Of course, it is! My hips were moving, although I was concentrating on sucking her nipple, and then the other one. And my hand had slid down over her ass, encouraging it to move, but also finding her asshole. She groaned with a nod, when it did. She pressed her body back on my finger, but that also allow her to meet the thrusts of my cock with longer rocks of her hips. We tried to kiss, our mouths on each other, but our hips were moving too much for us to keep our lips together. 

I felt the exertion on my stomach muscles from pumping my cock up in her pussy. It wanted to come so badly! Come, sister! Make me come! 

We did, maybe not simultaneously, but so close that I didn't know if her pussy or my cock had been the catalyst for the other's coming. She was gasping and moaning. I was too - with her collapsed on top of me. When our heaving stomachs pressed against each other, her hips moved, and my cock slipped out. When she dripped on me, I wondered how much of it was from me. She extended her legs and lay on me, my arms around her.


A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 01



The game was in the fourth quarter. Who cared who was winning; we both had! Four times each, tied score: twenty-four each. Points after touch downs? Maybe for her on the desk. Oh, she had come, when I was licking her there: five times: thirty points for her, at least. I chuckled. 

She stirred, just raising her head enough to ask: 

"What was that for?"

"You won."

She rolled off me, and asked: 

"Because I made him want to again?"

"Hmm! Maybe worth a two point conversion after the previous touchdown."

"So I won?"

"You had already, when I remembered that you scored before we both did on my desk."

She nodded but then remarked: 

"You've got it all ass-backwards; you scored that time, making me come. All the other times were mutual."

"They sure were!"

We embraced, just snickering: nice, feeling our stomachs jiggling against each other. We decided to take a shower, agreeing that we needed one as much as the football players. As we got up, Vicky glanced at the moist spot on the bed and said: "So much for your clean sheets."

In the shower, we peed on each other and washed, trying to keep it from becoming too arousing. We had to dry ourselves with the small towels I had. The game was over, when we returned to the room and got dressed, chuckling about how we had dropped our clothes. 

We left the dorm before others returned from the game. A couple who hadn't saw us. When we were out of earshot, we smiled wry, wondering if they had imagined how we had spent the afternoon. We needed an early dinner, and had one. I suggested that we go to a movie, but Vicky replied: "And just hold hands, after all that?"

We agreed to try to study, and I went with her to the bus stop. Anyone who may have seen us, might have wondered about the way we kissed so early in the evening. I returned to my room, glad that Tim wasn't there, since it needed fresh air. Required reading was the easiest thing to attempt to study, but my mind wandered, wondering if we would/could spend every Saturday afternoon like that, maybe every other Saturday afternoon. When would she have her period? Hopefully not the weekend of the next home game, or the next one, and the next one. I tried to concentrate on my reading. 

Tim returned and remarked: 

"Didn't see you at the game."

"We didn't go," I replied, immediately kicking myself for not having said that I hadn't seen him.

He knew about Vicky and our dating. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and muttered: 

"Oh? Here?"

I must have nodded or something. He looked surprised again, maybe more surprised, and again said: "Oh."

I must have nodded again. He snorted softly and said: 

"Like that? ... Oh, shouldn't ask. I guess, if you know each other already."

I did nod, blushing. He shrugged, then said: 

"If you do. Lucky, I guess."

I nodded again. He gave me a slightly apologetic little smile and said: 

"Could have told you that I wasn't planning to come back right after the game."

"Thoughtful of you."

"Next time."

"Thanks, and whenever you want to."

"Hmm? Unlikely, ... not like ..." 

He broke of his sentence before he said what I imagined he was about to. Just as well, this was being embarrassing enough. 

Whatever Tim thought about Vicky and me, he never said anything more, just telling me when he would be away from the room on weekends. I always reminded him to tell me when he wanted to be alone. 

Vicky and I had a fucking good time till Christmas break. With the assurance that we weren't under time constraints and that we knew when we could again, we didn't have to do everything we could every time. We usually did, however, just not so desperately as the first time. Tim eventually met her, my "cousin." Later, he even ventured to say that I had a nice "kissing cousin." 

I met Vicky's roommate at an informal concert at her college. Elsa was a little shy about meeting me, and I was too, since Vicky had told me that she knew about us, not that I was supposed to be her cousin, just a friend from home, only introduced with my first name. In the pause in the concert, with Vicky's help, it was easier for us to talk, perhaps also because she wasn't unattractive, blond curls. When she said that she came from Minnesota, she fit my image of a Scandinavian girl. 

The second part of the concert started. When it ended, she and I said goodbye. Vicky led me to a dark place between two large laurels. I recognized that the ground between them was trampled. As we embraced, I asked: 

"Been here before?"

"No, but before someone else is." 

Correction: I was embracing her, her hand was already seeking my fly. We kissed, and she found it, now with practiced experience. I had gotten accustomed to the nice feeling of wearing boxer shorts. Her hand appreciated that, and I appreciated that it did. When she hid her face, she murmured: 

"Beat them here."

I understood that behind my back another couple had wanted the seclusion of where we were. I held her breast, having to find my way in her blouse and under her bra, while her hand was doing as much as it could. I felt bad about not doing more for her, saying so, but she replied: 

"You're my guest tonight."

I kissed her and squeezed her breast, and enjoyed what her hand was doing, promising myself that I would try to return the favor. It was going to have to be a big one; I hadn't expect this, and and my cock hadn't, coming sooner than I expected. She hummed and scratched it down from up in my shorts and licked her fingers. I remembered to zip up my fly. 

As we hurried to the bus stop, I told her that I would try to make her my guest the next weekend, and then snickered and said that I hope Elsa wouldn't smell what she had done. She just nodded. I couldn't see her expression. The bus came before we could embrace like the other couples were. We didn't need to, at least, I didn't. 

The next time we were lying in bed together, talking after our first time, she said: 

"Elsa thought you were nice."

"I did too, after I got passed whatever she thought about us two."

"Too much, maybe. Oh! I didn't tell her we do this."

"I hope not! What?"

"Just that we're friends from home."

"And she didn't - doesn't - think that?"

"That we do?"

"What else? What's she like? Family, et cetera?"

"Has an older sister. Hm-hmm! That as a little funny at first. I didn't know whether to keep a towel around me, but she just ran around naked. Well, just hung hers up in the bathroom and came naked in the room to get dressed or to go to bed. Wears a shorty nightgown with no bottom." 

"Hmm? What are you trying to tell me?"

"Not that. Anyway, that's when she told me that she shared a room with her sister."

"So you stopped wrapping your towel around yourself?"

"Yeah, a lot easier; why not?"

"You don't have to go back and hang it up."

"I like being naked, if you didn't notice last summer."

"And if! Tim and I don't worry about towels, but, you know, locker rooms Guys don't think anything about it. Well, we did, first year in junior high with lockers and showers."

"Funny. Girls don't either in the locker room. Do we just want to talk about her?"

We didn't. Orgasms later, just one each, we were again lying together. Tim had told me that he wasn't returning after the football game, going to a party, promising that he wouldn't be back before ten o'clock. He had even said that we should enjoy ourselves. We had, and we had plenty of time to enjoy ourselves - each other - some more. I had, of course, told Vicky what Tim had said, when I met her. 

We lay there, almost dozing, when she rubbed my back and said: 

"I know, let's get something to eat and come back, a hamburger or something."

I could have bought a ticket for her to eat in the dining room, but then we couldn't eat for another hour or so. I agreed, and we got up and washed and got dressed. I remembered a place that was known for its hot pastrami on rye sandwiches, and we went there. 

* * *

Vicky had not told her brother Milt everything she could have about Elsa, perhaps the reason for her having changed the subject with her question, if they wanted to continue talking about her. 

They had been roommates for only a few days, Vicky now also not bothering about being naked with her. In bed at night, she masturbated, not as successfully as she wanted, since she had to avoid making any noise: rustling her covers, moaning. She wondered if Elsa also masturbated, assuming that she must, that all girls their age did, but she hadn't noticed anything to suggest that Elsa did. 

Then early one Sunday morning, before Vicky and Milt had been able to do as much as they wanted, she had her knees spread and was rubbing. Suddenly she was surprised to hear Elsa murmur: 

"I do too." 

Vicky blushed and opened her eyes. She had been discovered! Had she been making noise? She hadn't been moaning. It was barely light in the early dawn. But Elsa had admitted that she did too. She ventured to turn her head and glanced over at Elsa. She was also lying on her back. Was her hand also down between her thighs? It was; she could see the covers moving slightly. The shock of being discovered had killed her arousal. Should she say anything? She didn't, but Elsa's hand was still moving. She glanced over and murmured again: 

"My sister and I did; doesn't bother me, if you do."

"Hmm?! I guess so. Kind of lost the urge."

"Sorry. Shouldn't have said anything." 

Vicky saw her hand stop moving. Elsa added: 

"Me too, now; really shouldn't have said anything."

They both chuckled. Vicky replied: 

"Next time, if you don't say anything."

"I won't! You don't mind? Might be better, not having to try not to make any noise."

"For sure, if you don't mind?"

They chuckled again, smiling at each other across the room. Elsa rolled on her side, facing Vicky, and said: 

"Kind of thought, well, maybe you didn't need to: Milt. Oh, sorry. Guess I was thinking you two did more than maybe you do."

"We do - did," Vicky replied, also turning towards Elsa. 

"Really? Oh, of course, saw your pills."

"Haven't yet, here."

"I guess it's good."

"Um-hmm, very."

"I did once. It wasn't: hurt, all sorts of guilty feelings, and then terribly worried; my period came a week too late."

"Frightening," Vicky remarked. 

"You can say that! I guess the pill keeps you on schedule."

"And from being worried."

"My sister convinced our mother that I should have it, but I just have the prescription."

"Me too, now. Last summer, a girlfriend lent me hers."

"So you could with him?"

"Didn't know it would be with him, but I was taking them. Good thing; you don't want to wish you had been, when you want to."

"Hmm? I guess not. Hope you get to with him." 

"Not as much as we do."

They smiled and got up. When they they were naked, they looked at each other with slightly wry smiles, shrugging at their exchanged intimacies. When they agreed which one should take her shower first, Vicky suddenly recalled the ones with her brother, wondering what it could be like to have one with Elsa. She couldn't get that out of her mind when they were taking showers after that.

That night and the following ones, they masturbated without trying to avoid rustling their covers and moaning. It was a couple of nights later, when Elsa remarked: 

"I guess you can do it better, thinking about how it could be with him."

Vicky was again surprised that she had said something about what they were doing, and then that. She snorted softly and replied: 

"Maybe. Good enough."

"As good as I could hope."

"I hope so; sounded like it."

"Hmm? A lot better than that time with him."

"Sounded like that shouldn't have been difficult."

"No!" 

It was another Sunday morning. Vicky and Milt had been able to do everything they wanted the night before, and she was fantasizing about that. As usual now, she glanced over at Elsa and saw that her hand was on her pussy, her other one holding her breast. Vicky had both hers between her thighs, two fingers in her pussy, her other hand rubbing. Elsa glanced over, seeing that Vicky was looking at her. She smiled wryly and remarked: 

"Sometimes I wish I had four hands."

"To hold your boobs too?"

"Um-hmm."

"Want me to?" 

Vicky was completely surprised when she heard what she had so spontaneously said. Elsa's expression showed that she also was surprised. She replied: 

"You didn't mean that?!" 

Vicky wasn't sure that she hadn't, suddenly wondering what it be like to hold another girl's breasts. She knew how good it felt to have her own held, to feel fingers squeezing her nipples. Elsa had been right: four hands to have two in her pussy, plus two to arouse her nipples. She shrugged and replied: 

"If you want me to?"

"Really?!"

"I guess so. I would too; feels good, when he does."

"Mmmm! Does he suck them?"

"Hm-hmm! Not often enough." 

Elsa giggled - nervously. Vicky also had to giggle, just as nervously, recognizing that she really did want to hold Elsa's breasts. Elsa was squeezing her breast and sighed with soft moan, no longer looking at Vicky. She took a deep breath and murmured: 

"If you want to. I will too."

"Come here, between my legs," Vicky found herself suggesting.

"Like that? Really?" 

Elsa was already shoving down her covers, her last question only rhetorical. Vicky kicked her covers back and moved back to sit with her shoulders against the wall, spreading her thighs wider. Elsa gave her just the briefest glance as she joined Vicky on her bed. Vicky was a little surprised, when she automatically grasped Elsa's her hips, drawing them closer between her thighs. Elsa nodded slightly, but asked again: 

"You really want to?"

Vicky's hands slid up under Elsa's shorty nightgown, up under her breasts in reply. Elsa moaned with another nod, as Vicky's hands slid up over her breasts, and she also nodded with a soft "um-hmm." Elsa moaned and drew her thighs up and let them flop over Vicky's, her hands dropping down between them. Vicky moaned in empathy, as she saw what they were doing. She couldn't see how many fingers Elsa thrust in her pussy, but could see that the fingers of her other hand were rubbing just like hers would do. She held Elsa's stiff nipples, rolling them between her thumbs and index fingers, imagining how that would feel on her own aroused nipples. They both moaned. 

They moaned many more times. Vicky's fingers were doing everything with Elsa's small, pale pink nipples that she knew would feel good, and Elsa's was unhesitatingly letting her fingers do what her pussy wanted. Vicky was delighted when Elsa had what seemed to have been a better orgasm than she thought she had had in bed by herself. When her body twitched, she held her tight against her breasts, feeling that her own pussy was going all wet. She held her, waiting for her to recover. 

Finally, after a few more sighing moans, Elsa drew a deep breath and murmured: 

"God, that was good! Never that good before. Thanks."

Vicky gently squeezed her breasts and whispered: 

"It must have been, made me all wet too. I loved holding your breasts."

"Four hands! Thanks! Not more than I did. Now you, I want to, too."

Elsa sat up, and they changed places. Elsa didn't have to draw Vicky's hips nearer; Wicky had shoved them up as close up between Elsa's thighs as she could. Elsa's hands immediately held her breasts. She hummed as she squeezed them, then murmuring: 

"Bigger than mine."

"That doesn't matter," Vicky replied, her hands finding her pussy. Two fingers immediately slipped in it, her other ones beginning to rub. They both moaned, chuckling a little, neither now shy about what they were doing. Elsa's fingers found Vicky's stiff nipples, and Vicky moaned with a nod. 

"Bigger than mine, he likes to suck them? Elsa asked. 

"Not often enough. Said that before. He does."

"Better than this?" 

Elsa's fingers were squeezing and pulling Vicky's nipples. 

"A little, but that feels almost as good."

"Just 'almost'?"

"Mmmm! Maybe just because it's him doing it."

"I'll have to wait till he does. I mean, not 'him,' your friend."

They stopped talking, just moaning together. Vicky's orgasm was also better than the ones she had had in their room. When her body spasmed, Elsa held her and moaned deeply. When Vicky had recovered, Elsa murmured: 

"Is it better than that?"

"Hmm? Not much, ... not always," Vicky replied, adding the last words to avoid raising Elsa's expectations, but she was sure it always was with her brother. His licking her pussy and fucking her were incomparable to her doing it to herself, even with Elsa's hands doing all the right things. 

They sat there. Elsa was still holding Vicky's breasts. She put her hands on hers, squeezing them a little, and Elsa squeezed her breasts. They both snorted softly. Elsa remarked: 

"Could have done this with my sister."

"Hmm? Tell her; you still can."

"Oooh! And have her ask how I came to think of it?"

"Maybe she also wants four hands; seems like all girls would." 

"Hmm? Still don't think I can ask her."

"You can ask me," Vicky replied."

"And you me, if you want."

"I will."

"Me too." 

Elsa fondled Vicky's breasts, Vicky's fingers encouraging them. They both hummed contentedly. 

They got up and took their showers. While Elsa was taking hers, Vicky wished she could watch her, almost tempted to pull the shower curtain aside, wanting to believe that Elsa wouldn't object. Why should she, if they had been sitting between each other's thighs and holding each other's breasts?

She waited in the bathroom. When Elsa pulled the curtain aside, she smiled at her and murmured: 

"That was nice, good. Kind of surprised me, but I liked it, both ways."

"Me too, both ways. Why not?" 

"Why not?" Elsa agreed, and they both shrugged and smiled. 

Under the shower, while she was washing her pussy, Vicky wondered how it would feel to touch another girl's pussy, Elsa's, of course. Would she mind, would she want to touch hers? When she finished her shower, she was a little surprised that Elsa was still in the bathroom, drying her short, blond curls, her towel hiding her face. 

Vicky looked at her pubic hair. Of course, she had seen it before, but not really looking, and not with the thoughts she now had. It looked just right for her, light tan, not a hairy bush like some girls in school had had. When Elsa moved her towel, she quickly grabbed hers. She didn't have to wonder why she first dried her own pussy, liking that her pubic hair also wasn't a hairy bush, just wondering if Elsa had also looked at her before she started her shower. She hoped so. 

That evening, after they had studied, they went to bed. Vicky lay there, wondering if she wanted to masturbate again. No, she knew that she did, just wondering what Elsa would think, if she started to. Would she think it was an invitation for them to do it like that again? Her hand crept over her thigh. Had it been Elsa's suggestion that she needed four hands, or her offer to hold Elsa's breasts that had led to what they had done? She had only responded to what Elsa had said. Had Elsa already been thinking that she wanted her to, despite all her questions if she really wanted to? 

Her fingers rubbed. Her other hand slid slowly, silently up to her breast. It had felt so good to feel Elsa's holding it, just as good as when her brother did. Not as good as when he sucked her nipple, but four hands were better than just two, and her pussy wanted to feel her fingers in it. Which of them had first said that the other could ask if they wanted to do it again? 

It was too dark for her to see if Elsa was also rubbing her pussy, but then she heard a rustle of her covers. Had Elsa wanted her to hear it? Kind of stupid not to say anything, if they both had said they wanted to again. And since they had, if they didn't, both just doing it alone, it could suggest that they had changed their minds about doing it again. She hadn't. She heard Elsa's covers rustle again. She took a deep breath and whispered: 




A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 01



"Come here."

"You want to, too? No, you come here this time."

Vicky flung back her covers. Before she found Elsa's bed in the dark, she had moved up and had her legs spread, waiting for Vicky to sit between them. As she did, Elsa murmured: 

"I wanted to, too. I liked holding your breasts, feeling you on me." 

Before Elsa did hold her breasts, Vicky felt her pull up her shorty behind her back and then pull up Vicky's pajama top. She nodded with a hum, and then Elsa's hands were on her breasts. Vicky's hands found her pussy. Before they could really start, Elsa murmured: 

"Do it, as good as you can; I'm going to." 

"With four hands," Vicky replied. 

Then four hands were doing everything they could to arouse her. When they had, and were changing places, they stripped off their tops. When Elsa sat down between Vicky's thighs, she snorted softly and said: 

"Wet."

"Sorry. You said as good as I could."

"Like that?"

"Sometimes. Not usually by myself, but with him."

"Oooh! Must be good."

"It is. It was, now."

"Haven't done that." 

Vicky fondled her breasts and replied: 

"Just as good as you can."

Elsa nodded, and again four hands were doing everything they could to help her. Vicky suddenly remembered looking at her pussy in the mirror with her brother and wondered how Elsa's looked. When Elsa had her orgasm, Vicky thought it had also been better than in the morning, thinking that maybe that was because they both were more comfortable with what they were doing. 

When Elsa murmured: 

"Oh, that was good, better this time," Vicky nodded and squeezed her breasts, replying: 

"I thought so, liked that it was."

"I'm glad we didn't wait to do it again, but I wasn't sure you wanted to."

"Oh, I did, but a little shy about suggesting it. Then I thought we should do it, while we still remembered that we had said so this morning." 

"We did! Well thought!"

Elsa had extended her legs and now reached down and rubbed Vicky's thighs, holding them closer to hers. Vicky nodded with a hum and squeezed Elsa's breasts again, who added: 

"Oh, this is good, so easy now. Uh, I hope you think so to. I mean, well, you have him, don't have to do it with me."

"But it's better with you, and you know that I do it - did it - by myself before."

"We sure did," Elsa replied with a chuckle. 

Vicky was thinking about suggesting that Elsa sleep with her in her bed, since her own was wet, but didn't; she could suggest that another time. Then she did suggest: 

"You can sleep in my bed, since I made yours all wet."

"Oh? Thanks, but that's all right; I liked that you could. Maybe I will, with a little more practice."

"I hope so, do what I can to help." 

They chuckled and Vicky went back to her bed. They said goodnight and went to sleep. 

When they got up in the morning, they were both a little surprised that they were naked, smiling wryly. After that, they always slept naked. Vick's telling her brother that Elsa wore a shorty nightgown without the bottom hadn't been true. 

They didn't do it every night, often enough, whenever one of them asked: "Four hands?" Then one evening, while they were studying, one and then the other looked over and they both smirked slightly, and both said that. They grinned and nodded. Till then, they had always waited until they had been in the bathroom before going to bed. They quickly took off their clothes and hurried to use the toilet and wash. 

When they both had had their orgasms, they relaxed together for longer than usual, since it was obvious that they weren't going to return to their books. This time, Vicky did venture to suggest they lie together, saying: 

"Too nice together; let's get comfortable." 

When she moved from between Elsa's legs, Elsa just nodded and let her stretch out with her back to the wall, and then moved down, rolling to face her. When Vicky put her arm around her, hers slid around Vicky, and she murmured: 

"Yeah, too nice, like this too."

"Um-hmm," Vicky agreed, and they hugged each other, their noses almost touching. 

When Vicky's knee suggested that it wanted to slip between Elsa's, they let it, and then Elsa's drew her leg up between Vicky's thighs. They both hummed softly and hugged each other slightly in confirmation that they were comfortable with lying like that. After a moment, Elsa murmured: 

"I guess you lie with him like this. Oh, maybe I shouldn't have said that."

"You're right, we do, like now, afterwards."

"You didn't mind my asking? It's nice."

"Of course not, it was my suggestion, knew it would be nice."

"Just a little funny, breast on breast."

"But nice."

"Um-hmm."

They hugged each other again, a little closer this time, their noses touching. Elsa tilted her face up a little and then said: 

Oooh! I was almost about to kiss, being this close, noses touching, like, well, they do, when one's about to kiss."

"Um-hmm, like that, a reflex. I wouldn't have minded," Vicky replied and gave her another hug. 

"Oooh! My sister kissed me once, wanted to show me how adults kiss."

"Did you?" 

"She did. Of course, later I kissed boys. Have you kissed a girl?"

"No. Not yet, but if we can do what we do ..."

"You want to?" 

"Said I wouldn't have minded, if you did."

This time it was Elsa who hugged, murmuring: 

"Like adults?"

"I hope so." 

Their heads rocked, finding which way to tilt them to let their noses overlap. Vicky was surprised but delighted that Elsa had mentioned kissing. She hadn't anticipated that they would, hadn't considered that their lying together would suggest kissing. 

Their lips met and then the tips of their tongues. Vicky was again surprised by how eager Elsa's was, but that only let her tongue respond as eagerly. If Elsa wanted to kiss like that, she sure did, and do anything else she wanted, if they both got aroused again. 

They did, embracing each other as close as they could, their thighs drawing up to let each other rub her pussy. Vicky was passed being surprised by Elsa's reflexive instinct to arouse herself and to arouse her. Anything she wanted! Elsa retrieved her tongue with long moan and murmured: 

"We've go to do it again."

"Want me to?" Vicky replied, a little shocked by her spontaneous response."

"To me?!" 

"I want to." 

"With your hand?"

"Um-hmm, and suck your breasts."

"Mmmm! You want to?"

Vicky's hand was already sliding down Elsa's back and over her hip. Elsa moaned again and rolled back. As Vicky's fingers brushed through Elsa's pubic hair, she moaned again with nod and murmured: "And then I will."

Vicky's fingers cupped around Elsa's firm mound, pressing on it, as she moved down the bed to be able to suck her nipple. She did, and her finger slipped into her pussy - so tight, felt like her own. And sucking and licking her nipple was so good, she knew how good it felt for Elsa, who moaned, a long, pulsing moan, and held her other breast.

Arousing another girl was as arousing as arousing her brother - at least! She knew just how it was feeling for Elsa, feeling her own pussy tighten when Elsa's did on her finger. Did she want two in it? So tight! Elsa almost groaned, but then moaned when a second finger was in her, both moving. Vicky also moaned. She knew what her fingers should do to make it feel good for Elsa, whose aroused moans confirmed that they were, and she could move them better than she could in her own pussy, could twist her hand and push them deeper in Elsa's. 

Elsa was moaning like she never had before; it almost sounded as though she was whimpering, when her hips began to twitch, and then her body convulsed, her hips jerking up off the bed, and Vicky's hand was suddenly full of her warm pussy juice. Success! Vicky moaned. Elsa reached down and held her hand still, gasping and moaning. 

Vicky stopped sucking and rolled back with a deep sigh, aware that her pussy was wet. They lay there, both sighing. When Elsa loosened her hold on her hand, Vicky slipped her fingers out and licked them, like she always did, when she was alone. She hadn't done it before with Elsa. 

"You wanted to lick them?!" Elsa murmured in surprise. 

"I usually do, didn't really think about it."

"You do?! You haven't before."

"We taste good."

"We do? You like it?"

"Um-hmm." 

"I never did that. Oh! And I never came like that! I must have wet the bed."

"You did, like I hoped you would."

"That was fantastic. I don't know if I can do it that good for you."

"You don't have to. After that, I sometimes don't want to do anything more."

"Yeah, I sort of feel like that, but if I'm going to, now. Like that first Sunday evening, when we agreed that it was good that we hadn't waited." 

"If you want to."

"I said I would." 

"I sure want you to; my pussy was all wet; it was so arousing to do it and to know it was being so good for you."

"It sure was. I want to, and to suck your nipple." 

Vicky hummed, and they shifted a little to let Vicky lie on her back. When Elsa slid her hand down to her pussy and leaned over her to suck her nipple, Vicky thought that the wonderful thing about doing it with another girl was that they both had experience doing it to themselves and didn't have to learn what to do, no tentative experimenting. 

Elsa immediately proved her right: her fingers unhesitatingly slipping into her pussy and doing what they should. Vicky held her head to her breast, and moaned. As it got better, she remembered how loud Elsa had been moaning and tried to keep from being so loud. At the end, her hand that had be pinching and rolling her other nipple clapped up over her mouth, and then she came as good as Elsa had. She didn't have to hold her hand still. After her last gasp, Elsa drew her fingers out and murmured: 

"My hand's sopping."

"Mmmm! Mmmm!" Vicky had to sigh a couple of times before she could reply: 

"Like mine was. You did do it as good as I did."

Elsa looked at her wet hand and murmured: 

"We taste good?"

Vicky almost said: better than he does, but didn't, replying: 

"I think so."

"Only one way to find out," Elsa muttered and licked her fingers, then murmuring: 

"Yeah, maybe. Hmm? Maybe have to get accustomed to it, sort of like some foreign foods."

"Mmmm! That's a good idea, getting accustomed to it."

Elsa smiled with a nod and replied: 

"I want to."

She dropped down on Vicky, and they kissed, lying with Vicky's thigh drawn up between Elsa's. When she raised her head, Vicky said: 

"Let's sleep in the other bed; this one was is all wet."

"If you want." 

When they got up, they realized that their desk lamps were still on, a little surprised, since at night they had always had been in the dark. Elsa remarked: 

"I guess if we can do that, we can do with the lights on. Must have had our eyes closed most of the time."

"Yeah, I forgot about them too."

They turned them off and got in the other bed, Vicky suggesting that they both face the same way. When Elsa rolled over, Vicky put her arm around her and held her breast. Elsa murmured: 

"You sleep with him like this?"

"When we do, naps," Vicky replied, but thinking about all the nights they had slept together. 

"Nice, all of it. Goodnight." 

"Goodnight." 

After two orgasms, they quickly fell asleep. When Vicky woke up in the night, for a moment she thought she was lying with her arm around her brother, then remembered that she was sleeping with Elsa, and then wondered if Elsa might have second thoughts about what they had done. It hadn't sounded like she would. Vicky sure didn't, but warned herself not to assume that Elsa wouldn't change her mind. She try not to wake her, when she took her arm from around her and turned over.



A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 02



After a complaint that the first chapter had a cock and shouldn't be in the category "Lesbian Sex," this is listed as "Incest/Taboo." But the girls are still enjoying each other, and will more in the next chapter. I hope readers who clicked on the first chapter for lesbian activity will stay with the story. 

*

After two orgasms, Vicky and Elsa quickly fell asleep. When Vicky woke up in the night, for a moment she thought she was lying with her arm around her brother, then remembered that she was sleeping with Elsa, and then wondered if Elsa might have second thoughts about what they had done. It hadn't sounded like she would. Vicky sure didn't, but warned herself not to assume that Elsa wouldn't change her mind. She tried not to wake her, when she took her arm from around her and turned over.

She thought she hadn't awakened Elsa, but then she also turned over. When her arm slid over Vicky's side, that seemed a positive sign. Elsa's hand didn't find her breast, and they fell asleep again. When she woke up, earlier than usual, it was because Elsa had given a soft surprised "Hmm?" and then murmured: 

"Oh, yeah," and chuckled softly. Then her hand did find Vicky's breast. Vicky said: 

"Good morning." 

"Good morning. Funny; I can't remember putting my arm around you."

"But nice. Must be the most natural thing to do."

"Um-hmmm! And holding your breast."

Vicky put her hand on Elsa's and nodded. They were silent for a few moments, then Elsa said: 

"I hope you want to do that again; I do."

Vicky smiled to herself with another nod and replied: 

"I do too. Want to 'get accustomed' to it?"

"Oh? Yeah, that too. I think so. Hm-hmm! Probably like you, just sort of automatically do it."

There was another brief silence, then Elsa remarked: 

"I guess he does that to, like we did. Oh, I shouldn't have asked."

"We kind of skipped over doing that."

"Oh? Just, well, did it, slept with each other?" Sorry, don't have to tell me."

"Why not? I did it to him with my hand first, and then we did. Oh, he did, when we were first here, when we couldn't do anything else."

"Hmm? Before you could in his room, I guess."

"Um-hmm, in secluded places."

"Oh? Outside?"

"We thought other couples we had seen might be going as far as they could."

"Hmm?! I guess so. ... ,Uh, ... No, I won't ask."

"What else we do?"

"Yeah, I guess that was what I was thinking about."

Vicky smiled to herself again and replied: 

"We like to take showers together."

"Hm-hmm! And wash each other. That must be nice."

"It is."

"My sister washed me once, well a few times, but I was only eight. I had broken my arm, had it in a cast. Mom told her to wash me. That was nice, but I guess it's a lot different with him."

"I sure hope so."

They both chuckled and then were silent again, till Elsa remarked: 

"I'm glad I said that about kissing; that's how it started."

"I am too. Maybe I would have, if you hadn't."

"And I would have said that I wouldn't mind."

"We both wanted to. We would have, if maybe not last night."

"Um-hmm," Elsa agreed and squeezed Vicky's breast again, who hummed with a nod and then asked: 

"Want to take a shower?"

"Together?"

"Um-hmm."

"Hmm? If it doesn't make me think about it all day."

"Me too; I hope not, but maybe we can get accustomed to that too."

"Hmmm! Every morning? Maybe?"

They chuckled again and got up and went in the bathroom, using the toilet. When Elsa was sitting on it, she looked up at Vicky with wry smile and asked: 

"And wash there too?"

"Of course, but just wash."

"Hm-hm-hmm! Could you 'just wash' him?"

"Not always."

Elsa giggled, and Vicky chuckled with a grin. In the shower, they couldn't help but do a little more that "just wash" each other's breasts and pussies. Vicky didn't wash Elsa's asshole, washing her own, like Elsa had done. 

When they saw each other during the day, they exchanged slightly smirking smiles. When they were again together in their room that evening, they looked at each other, both pursing their lips, and then agreed to study until their usual bedtime. Shortly before it, one and then other closed her book and claimed that she was finished. They purred with smirks, then pursing their lips again and were soon in bed again, kissing. 

When both their hands were sliding down on the other's hip, and they rocked them back, inviting the other's hand to slid between them, Vicky murmured: 

"Can't suck nipples, if we both do it."

"Can't always have everything."

"Just as well, mine is a little sore from all your sucking and nibbling."

"Sorry. It was just so nice to suck, bigger than mine."

"Another time," Vicky murmured. 

Elsa nodded, and their fingers found each other's pussy. They could kiss, however, and did. The bed was wet again, Vicky's, but she said she could sleep in it. Elsa nodded and replied: 

"But together in the shower again."

"Of course!" Vicky replied, and they kissed, just a goodnight kiss. 

That was a night or two before Vicky was again with her brother. On the way to meet him, she wondered if she would ever tell him about what she and Elsa were doing. She wanted to think that he wouldn't mind, wanted to think that he would sort of like it. She could make it a good story; it was. It wasn't like his having a serious girlfriend and then discovering that she liked to do as much as she could with her roommate. She was only his sister -- cousin, if anyone asked -- and could do whatever she enjoyed, like going to spend all afternoon in bed with her brother. 

When she saw him, she decided she wouldn't volunteer any information about Elsa. He would have to asked about her. She could mentioned that Elsa had said that he was nice. And if he asked more, she would play it by ear. 

She had, deciding that she would rather fuck again than talk about Elsa. If he wanted to ask more about her, they still had all evening, and if he didn't, they would be doing something better than she could with Elsa. They had, and were now on their way to have hot pastrami sandwiches. 

If she wanted him to ask about Elsa, it didn't have to be that evening. She could always mention her again and make him curious enough ask more. She suppressed a smile with the thought that maybe then she could tell him that she and Elsa did what he also liked to do -- if Elsa wanted to. She couldn't entirely suppress a chuckle at the thought that he would surely like that, that she -- and maybe Elsa -- also liked to lick a pussy as much as he did. 

* * *

While we were walking to the hot pastrami shop, I heard Vicky suddenly chuckled very softly. 

"What was that about?" I asked. She gave me slightly wry smile and replied: 

"Just had a funny thought, nothing about us."

It sounded as though she didn't want me ask more. We ordered and then ate our hot pastrami sandwiches at the counter facing the street. Neither of us had had one before, but appreciated why the shop had such a good reputation. When we had finished them, Vicky asked if I could buy beer. 

I knew that was no problem. The second time I had ventured to buy something in the most popular liquor store and asked for a cold six pack of Bud, the man at the counter had called: 

"Mike, bring a cold six pack of Bud." 

I got a shock; an off-duty cop in uniform came out of the back room with my six pack. He set in on the counter without giving me a glance. Buying alcohol in the university area was no problem. 

We went to the nearest bottle shop and returned to the room with our six pack. We started a couple before we began to undress again. Although we were naked again, neither of us seemed inclined to suggest we do anything. We sat on my bed, leaning against the wall, about like we had so often at home, watching TV. I had my arm around her shoulders, and her hand was more just resting in my lap than fondling, although her fingers were where they could. We drank again. Vicky chuckled and remarked: 

"Just need a TV and it would be like back home."

"Um-hmm, but we seldom really watched it."

"Hm-hmm! No!" 

She chuckled again and remarked: 

"Once, you almost fell asleep."

I had forgotten that, then remembering, and replied: 

"That Saturday or Sunday, when you wanted to do it every way we could - twice."

"I did? You did."

"Just to please you."

"Okay, maybe. Thanks, if I didn't say so then."

We chuckled and drank again. I thought that she probably hadn't said "thanks," since we never had, as best I could remember; it was always too mutual, and maybe we both felt that it was inappropriate to thank our sibling for doing what we did for each other. We got as good as we gave. 

We drank again, and then drank again. Then she chuckled and picked up my soft cock, just holding a fold of loose skin between her thumb and index finger. She shook it, making it flop back and forth. She chuckled again and remarked: 

"You didn't tell him that we have all evening too."

"Hm-umm. Hey, did you hear that?" I asked him.

She shook him again and replied: 

"Looks like he's shaking his head."

"Um-hmm, sure does."

My hand hadn't reached down to hold her breast, but it now did. She hummed with a nod, and shook him again. This time, a little more of his head could be seen, but it only circled. I said: 

"Looks like he's undecided. Maybe you should shake him the other way."

"If you think so."

She did, the movement of her fingers pulling his foreskin down a little. I squeezed her breast, then curling a finger up to rub her nipple. It popped out, and she nodded with a soft moan. She shook him like that again. This time, her fingers were intentionally pulling his foreskin down, and he was nodding his head. It still wasn't shiny, but larger than before. She shook him again and nodded and drank, and I did, fondling her nipple. She snickered and said: 

"You two are sometimes kind of slow on the uptake."

"Just to tease you." 

She chuckled with a nod. She had to slip her fingers around him to shake him again. She hummed and didn't just shake him. I said: 

"I don't think he can shake or nod his head any more."

"Mmmm! I don't either. Must have a stiff neck."

"Not just his neck."

"No!" she agreed emphatically, shaking him vigorously, but he just wagged with the movement of her hand. 

We had a last drink of our beers and put them aside. She was still holding him and asked: 

"Have I sucked you already today?"

He couldn't shake or nod his head. I replied: 

"I don't think he knows; it's so good for him either way."

"Hmm? Could have thought of that. I don't think I have."

"I don't either, can't remember tasting you."

"Poor deprived brother! You want to do that?"

"If you can't remember tasting him?"

She turned her head to me and licked her lips, moving her jaw, frowning, and replied: 

"I don't think so, but maybe the pastrami and beer washed the taste away."

"Sounds like it doesn't make any difference. Now I'm sure that I didn't."

"Sounds like we should do it," she replied with a grin.

She didn't wait to see my grin and nod; she was already looking back at him and jogging her hand. 

I took my arm from around her and twisted around so that she didn't have to let go of him as she lay down. As I was lying down, I said: 

"Thought you liked to start when he's all soft and small." 

"Um-hmm, but it was also fun trying to make him decided if he wanted me to." 

Even though my cock was already aroused and soon twitched, when it did, she stopped sucking and licking. I took that as a suggestion for me to let her enjoy what my tongue was doing without the distraction of arousing me. She did with encouraging, chuckling moans, her chuckling seeming to confirm that she understood my idea. Then she rolled her hips back a little and began to suck and lick again. I took the movement of her hips as a suggestion that I let her concentrate on arousing me. I nodded on her thigh and let my tongue relax. 

I had been right; she nodded with deep hum. My cock felt its buzzing more than I heard it. How many times could we take turns? Would she know when to stop again? Oh, she would, when I drew her hips closer. My hand was on her ass, my fingers tips just slightly in her crevice, like hers were in mine. Yeah, we didn't want to use our fingers yet; when we started that, we knew we couldn't stop, didn't want to. 

Before I had to suggest that she stop, she did and rolled her hip closer. My turn again, this was going to good! When she rolled her hip back sooner than I expected, I recognized that she also thought this was being fun, that we didn't want to arouse each other too much, that we wanted to enjoy taking turns for as long as .... As long as what? Forever, well, till we had to get dressed? As long as we could resist making each other come. 

She sucked and licked, but again stopped before I thought my cock was approaching the point of no return. Was she teasing me? So delightfully! I teased her, and then she did me. We took turns like that a couple of times more, and then when it seemed she didn't want to stop, I jerked her hip closer and began to lick. She stopped, nodding with a chuckle. I licked and nibbled, until she gave a complaining moan and rocked her hip back sharply. I stopped licking, and she began again. 

We only managed to do it that way one or two more time each. When her fingers crept closer to my asshole, mine crept down to hers. If she wanted to rock her hip back again, it would only be if I let her. Maybe she understood that; her fingers found my asshole, and mine found hers. We both nodded, and our fingers didn't just brush over them. 

We both moaned. growling deep in our throats, her moan vibrating with a lower frequency on my cock. Our twitching assholes wanted to be probed. Our fingers did, and then we both were doing everything we could. 

How could I have waited so long to taste her pussy juice?! How could she have waited so long to feel my cock spurt deep in her mouth and taste it?! We had, and it had been worth waiting for. 

When we had recovered, we both chuckled. I slid my hand up and fondled her breast. She nodded on my thigh and remarked: 

"Why don't you suck them more often; that feels so good."

"You wanted to do this."

"Um-hmm, another time, another way."

"Not right now."

"No, even though I had been thinking about it, when I was talking to him." 

"You've got to talk to me, if you want that." 

"Hm-hmm! Tell my little brother that I want him to suck my nipples? I'm too shy to do that."

"Hmm? Must have forgotten who I am, when you have."

"Just joking. Another beer?"

We got up and got them, sitting back down like we had before. Her hand unconsciously landed in my lap again, and my hand found her breast again. 

"No TV," we both said and chuckled, and then drank. Apparently, we didn't have much to say, and both took another sip. For lack of anything else to say, I remarked: 

"I guess she is a little curious about us, Elsa."

"Isn't Tim?"

"Probably, but hasn't asked anything. You haven't met him."

"Could be embarrassing, when I do; he must assume that we do everything we do."

"Maybe not 'everything'." 

"Just as well."

"And Elsa? I have met her."

"Thought you were nice. Said that before."

"Speaks for your good taste, having a brother she thinks is nice."

"'Cousin', but she hasn't asked, just assumes you're a friend from home."

"Just as well. I asked if she was curious."

Vicky paused an instant before reply, long enough for me to think she knew that Elsa was, trying to decide how to reply. She shrugged under my arm and said: 

"Probably, like Tim. Oh, sure, she must be. She did tell me that she only did it once -- bad. It hurt, wasn't good, and then her period was a week late."

"Yeah, 'bad.' We're lucky. If she said that, you must having been talking about something."

Vicky nodded and admitted: 

"Yeah, sure, of course. She assumed that we did. I didn't want to lie, figuring she would know sooner or later."

"Yeah, of course," I replied, and we drank again and were silent. 

After another sip, I said: 

"I thought she was nice, too."

"Shall I tell her?"

"Just to be polite."

"If she asks again. ... Oh, you want to date her?"

"I just said she's nice. ... You want me to? She didn't say she did, did she?"

"Oh no." 

She drank, and I did, and we were silent again. I wondered if she and Elsa had talked more about us than she had admitted, if her mentioning dating was just a spontaneous remark, or whether Elsa had said more about me, asked something. 

We finished our beers and agreed that we had to go to the bathroom. With only a smirk and nod, we stepped in the shower together and "went." After two beers, we had plenty, enough to enjoy playing, snickering as we splashed each other, also with our hands. When Vicky licked hers, I licked mine. She smirked and said: 

"Maybe I like that better, might want to really taste it."

"Like how?"

"Let you do it in my mouth."

"Oh? Really? If you want to."

"If you promise to do it too."

"Hmm? I guess so. Just don't forget and go before I can."

"You neither." 

We both shrugged with wry smiles and then washed each other. Since it was obvious that we weren't going to do anything more in bed, we had plenty of time. We almost made each other come in the shower. While we were drying ourselves with my small towels, I let her watch my cock slowly sink down, before I dried it, then flopping it around. 

"Nice plaything," she remarked with a grin.

"Um-hmm. Oh, I guess you have a shower too and see each other naked."

"Of course. Hm-hmm! Want us to take showers together?"

"You suggested that, not I. I probably would want to."

"Not with Tim?!"

"Oh no, just with any girl, well, almost any, if she wanted to."

"So I should want to with Elsa?"

"You said it, not I." 

"Hmm? Don't know if I could ask her."

"Yeah, I guess she would have do or say something first to let you think she also wanted to."

"For sure; we have to live together till next spring. We have no problem seeing each other naked, you know, like in school in the locker room and showers."

"I wish I could have seen you all."

Vicky grinned and replied: 

"And probably not just you. We girls would have liked to see all of you - 'all' both ways."

We chuckled and returned to the room. It had seemed as though we could have continued the conversation, but we didn't. As we watched each other get dressed, I rather liked the idea of Vicky and Elsa taking showers together. Why not? Girls would enjoy being washed by someone else; another girls hands would feel like mine did on my sister, and they would probably enjoy feeling another girl's breasts as much as I did, not to mention where else they could feel. And it would be fun to watch them! 

I snorted with slight smirk. Vicky noticed and asked: 

"What was that for?"

"Just had a funny thought, like you did on the way to get something to eat."

"Not about us?"

"Us? You and me, no."

"'Us'? Elsa and me?"

"Um-hmm."

"Tell!" 

My sister could be insistent. When I hesitated, she demanded again: "Tell!" 

I nodded with a shrug, then grinning, and replied: 

"Thought it would be fun to watch two girls washing each other, and, well, that feeling a girl washing you would feel as good as when I do it, and that girls probably would like to feel another girl's breasts as much as I do." 

Vicky almost laughed, but nodded. Then she smiled a little and said: 

"Probably. You really want us to."

"Especially if I could watch."

"I bet! But I am not going to use that as an excuse to ask her, and I'm not going to tell her why you think girls would like it."

"No, of course not, then she would know that we do."

"If she assumes that we sleep together, that probably wouldn't surprise her too much, but I'm still not going tell her, ask her."




A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 02



As we finished dressing, I thought that had been more interesting than our talk in the bathroom, having to wonder how Elsa looked with nothing on. She had a nice face, and what I hadn't seen was also quite nice. I managed to suppress a smile at the thought. 

As we were about to leave the room, I saw the last two cans in the six pack and asked Vicky if she and Elsa would like them. She liked my suggestion and put them in the pockets of her coat. We had to wait for the bus, alone at first, but then two other couples approached, holding hands, so we also held hands. One of the couples embraced. Vicky turned to me, sliding her arm inside my coat. I thought she wanted to kiss, but she smirked and murmured: 

"Oh, Milt, I wish I didn't have to go back so early. I just wish we could have done more."

When she smirked again, I understood her joke, wondering if she was intending the others to hear. I murmured: 

"Me too, Vicky. Maybe next weekend, when you can."

She pinched me, and I felt a puff of air from her silent snort. I had surprised her with my reply, but she picked up on the implication that she was having her period, and replied: 

"We probably shouldn't have gone so far, knowing that it would be frustrating."

"You didn't tell me, or discourage me."

"Thought you would know -- from the last time."

We heard the bus approaching and kissed. The bus left, and I returned to my room. Of course, I knew when she had her period, almost without counting now. Then I remembered that we hadn't remade my bed and rushed back, thankful that we hadn't stayed in the room as long as we could have. I remade my bed and put the empty cans in the wastepaper basket and wiped up in the bathroom, folding Vicky's wet towel and putting it out of sight. Tim could know what we did, but we didn't have to remind. 

* * *

On the bus, Vicky wondered if the girls at the bus stop had overheard the facetious conversation she had started with her brother. Like "fish" they hadn't done as much as they wanted! They had done everything they could want to do, why she was taking an earlier bus than she had expected. 

She knew that Elsa hadn't had a date that evening. She had had a couple, at least, gone out some Saturday nights. "Date?" Why had she suggested that her brother could want to date her? And then he had suggested that she and Elsa shower together. If he knew that they already had, were! He had been so right about girls enjoying it, both ways, and they would in the morning. 

What had Elsa been doing? Thinking about whatever she thought Milt and she did together? If she had been in Elsa's position, she would have been. Vicky frowned with the thought that Elsa might not like the thought she had spent the whole afternoon and evening with her supposed boyfriend doing something better than the two of them could do together. Was it better? Not when Elsa helped her have an orgasm as good as one could be. Elsa was going to be surprised that she returned early than expected. 

Elsa was. It was late enough that she was already in bed, but wide awake when the door opened. She asked: 

"Back already?"

"Um-hmm. Hope I didn't wake you up."

"No, just went to bed. You can turn on a light."

Vicky turned on her desk lamp, and they smiled at each other. Elsa sat up, moving back on the bed. When the covers dropped down in her lap, she almost covered her breasts, then remarking: 

"Kind of funny, naked, with you still in your coat and clothes."

"I'll get them off as fast as I can."

"Why so early? Nothing wrong, I hope."

"Oh no! On the contrary."

"Oh, that's good. Couldn't help but think about you."

"Hope you don't mind."

"Of course not, that's what boys are for. Well, not just 'that,' of course."

"We hope not," Vicky replied with slight smile, then adding: 

"Oh, he said that he thought you are nice, too."

"Thanks. Had to think about him to, if you don't mind."

"Thinking about both of us?" 

Elsa nodded with erect nipples and watched Vicky take off her bra and panties, then murmured: 

"That's better," and brushed her forearm over her nipples, seeing Vicky fluff up her pubic hair. 

Then she answered Vicky's question: 

"Yeah, you like that now, of course, and him too, but I could just imagine how he looks -- like that."

"Hm-hmm! Don't have to ask what you were thinking."

"No!" Elsa replied with a grin.

Vicky glance back and forth at their beds, and said: 

"We had a shower afterwards; don't need to do anything."

"With me either, I am sure. Hm-hmm! I don't either."

"Thinking about us?"

Elsa nodded with smirk. Vicky grinned, also nodding, and replied: 

"We can still sleep together, and maybe you want to tell - if you 'don't either'."

Elsa nodded and held up her covers, remarking: "I won't ask." 

Vicky turned out the light and slipped in bed with her, and they got comfortable, thighs immediately overlapping, arms around each other. Elsa murmured: 

"Nice, but a little funny, knowing you were like this with him."

"Two different worlds, just nice. Not 'just nice,' nice without the 'funny'."

"I understood before. ... Yeah, tell. Oh it was good! I had told myself that I wanted to study all afternoon; I need to. But then, well, I couldn't help but wonder what you were doing. When I heard the church bell ring, reminding me that the game was starting, but knowing you weren't there, I couldn't help but think about what you were probably doing. 

"I gave up on studying. Shit! Right in the middle of the afternoon, I started to take off my clothes!To hell with studying, I had to do it. Got my towel and folded it once under my bottom -- just in case. It was good, better than ever before by myself, but not as good as with you."

"Not good enough," Vicky suggested. 

"And I didn't have anything better to do, and my fingers weren't as good as yours, and certainly not as good as what he has."

"Our fingers aren't!"

"If I was going to do it again, with something better. I felt wicked looking for something, all naked in the middle of afternoon, looking in the bathroom: toothbrush too small, hair brush handle too large ... "

"But actually about the right size," Vicky interjected."

"If you say so. I'll remember, if I have to again. Bottles, tubes? Then I found a highlighter, yours I'm afraid."

"If it worked?"

"Oh, it did! The small end first. You know, the one that's tapered, with the cap tapered the other way." 

Vicky nodded with chuckle, as Elsa continued: 

"The end is just a little smaller than my two fingers, but it's longer. Mmmm! My pussy ...! Oh, I never said that before! Too late! My pussy squeezed it. You know what my hand was doing. I had to keep shoving in back in, but that was also good."

"Of course, like he was," Vicky enjoined, only then realizing what she had said.

"His fingers?!"

"His 'something else'."

Hm-hmm! Like I was thinking he was."

"He was. And?"

"Then I discovered that I could use a finger of my hand to keep shoving it back in, to keep it from popping out. That happened once. But then I had a hand free for my nipples."

"Hm-hm-hmm!" Vicky chuckled, then asking: 

"Want me to?"

"Mmmm! If you want to."

Vicky's hand slid back from around Elsa and found her breast. Elsa nodded with a hum and continued: 

"Hardly have to tell you that that was better, and with my fantasies of what I thought you could be doing."

"We were. Hope it was as good."

"Yeah, good enough that I was glad I had thought of the towel."

"That good?! Hm-hmm! You don't need my help any more."

"I can't suck my nipples."

"Oh, that's good. I was worried that I couldn't do it again with you."

"Hmmm! You'd better, 'cause I want to with you." 

"Not tonight, but if you want me to suck them ...?"

Vicky's fingers were doing everything they could with Elsa's nipple, just not suck. Elsa's thighs clamped together on Vicky's, and she murmured: 

"I thought I didn't need to again."

"You do," Vicky replied, her hand urging Elsa to roll back. 

Only a moment later, Vicky's mouth was sucking where her fingers had been, and two of them were sliding into Elsa's tight, already wet pussy. Elsa moaned. For a moment, Vicky remembered talking with her brother, wondering what he would think if he knew that she and Elsa were way past just taking showers with each other, but only for a moment. Then she was delighting in what her mouth and fingers were doing, and at hearing Elsa's aroused moans. It felt so good to have her fingers in a pussy again; they just loved to wriggle and thrust and make it squeeze them. Her own pussy wanted fingers or a cock in it. 

When she moved her mouth to Elsa's nearer breast - such nice little hard nipples! - she remembered the highlighter. Her finger must be better that a piece of plastic, they had to be, and it couldn't enjoy what her fingers could: feeling the pussy a little spongy here, firmer there, when she twisted her hand. And the pussy loved wherever they wriggled, squeezing. 

Elsa moaned, and Vicky moaned -- sucking and nibbling -- thinking that Elsa maybe didn't need it, but she sure wanted it, and she wanted to give it to her and have the gratification of feeling her pussy fill her hand with its warm juice. 

A minute or two later, they both got what they wanted. Elsa gasped and whimpered, as her hips bucked up and her pussy flooded Vicky's fingers and hand, as she moaned in aroused empathy, feeling her own pussy go moist. She was accustomed now to Elsa's coming sooner than she had the first time with her fingers in her pussy, but it seemed that she had come even sooner this time. 

She raised her head and licked her palm and sucked her fingers, then wondering if Elsa had licked hers, when she had been by herself. After another sigh, Elsa chuckled and said: 

"I like the way we taste too, now."

"That's good."

"Um-hmm. Are you sure you don't want me to do it to you?"

Vicky was tempted, but thought that could suggest to Elsa that what she and her brother had done hadn't been enough. It had been; Elsa should think that it had been, that really fucking was better than what they could do. She shook her head and replied: 

"Pretty sure. I came back earlier because we had done enough."

"That's good, must have been." 

They relaxed, lying like they had been. After a few moments, Elsa chuckled and said: 

"Thanks. Maybe I didn't 'need' it, but I sure wanted it then. Should have left the towel on the bed."

"Kind of nice to feel that is wet, knowing why."

"Um-hmm. Oh, I did it again, with the cap end of the highlighter. Then it didn't want to pop out. Mmmm! Twisting it was good. I couldn't do that with just one hand, but I could still sort of tap it, feeling it deep in me."

"While you could played with your nipples."

"Of course. Hm-hmm! It was a little difficult to fish it back out."

"All of it in there?!"

"Nothing was sticking out."

"Hmm! Yeah, I guess, don't think his is longer than that."

"His ...? Oh, of course."

They chuckled, rubbing each other's back, and then said goodnight. Vicky rolled over, and Elsa drew her closer with her arm around her, her hand on her breast. Vicky fell asleep recalling the conversation with her brother: 'date', his wanting her to shower with Elsa. They would in the morning -- again, as usual. His explanation of why girls would like to had been so right. Would she and Elsa ever do in the shower what she and Milt had done? Would she really want him to pee in her mouth?

Early in the morning, earlier than usual, Vicky had to go to the bathroom. A sleepy looking Elsa followed her, waiting to use the toilet. When she had, they smiled slightly and both shrugged. 

"Still very early," Vicky said.

"Back to bed?"

Vicky nodded with a better smile, and they did, again lying with their arms around each other, their thighs comfortably overlapping. 

"Nice," Elsa murmured. 

"Um-hmm."

"Yesterday, I was suddenly a little worried that you wouldn't think so, coming straight from him."

"Said it last night: 'two worlds'. 

"Just one for me, at least till now."

"You'll enjoy the other one."

"I will, just when? After that one time, I shied away from letting too much happen with guys. Oh, I was aroused and wanted to, but didn't let it."

"I can imagine, like most of us girls, not from a bad experience, just thinking we shouldn't: morals, parents, all that."

"Um-hmm, less of that for me, just the bad experience. Mom must have assumed that my sister and now I wouldn't stay virgins in college, letting me have the pill. She, of course, didn't know that I already wasn't one."

"Didn't count, better if you had been."

"Yeah, and I don't want stay one, as much of one as I still am."

"We didn't either, Milt and I, why we did it last summer."

"Sounds like you just didn't 'do it'."

"I guess not, we didn't, we don't."

"I won't ask," Elsa murmured, but rubbed Vicky's back encouragingly. 

"We're cousin's ..."

"Oh!" Elsa interjected.

"Fathers are brothers, why we have the same name."

"Didn't know Milt's."

"Yeah, our parents went to Europe, leaving us to care for the houses, and well, ... I was going to say that we didn't have anything better to do. We joked about what we thought college would be like, and admitted that we both hadn't slept with someone."

"So you did?"

"Obviously! And then we really didn't have anything better to do."

"Oooh! All the time your parents' were in Europe?"

"Four weeks."

"And then, having to wait till you both were here?"

"Except for a couple of times." 

Vicky was hoping she could remember her story to tell her brother and avoid any discrepancies, if he and Elsa should ever be together and talking. Not just talking, she realized she was thinking. 

Elsa rubbed her back again, and chuckled, replying: 

"More than kissing cousins."

"Yes! Hm-hmm! I wonder if 'kissing cousins' implies more."

"I haven't kissed mine."

Vicky was about to say: Want to kiss mine?" but didn't, but had to chuckle at the idea.

"What was that for?" Elsa asked. 

"I almost replied: 'Want to kiss mine?"

"Oh, that's funny! You don't really want me to?"

"No, it just sounded like you might have wanted to kiss one of yours, and that popped in my head."

"He's nice, the one time I met him, but he's your 'kissing cousin'."

"And if he weren't, and not my boyfriend, like you had been thinking?"

"Hmm? Nicer than the couple I have met. I would date him, if he invited me out."

"Shall I ask him?"

"You really want us to?! Did he already say so?"

"No, just that he thought you were nice."

"What else should he say about his cousin's roommate?"

"Nothing."

"Oh, this is crazy! I date him, knowing that you two sleep with each other, and us .... You haven't told him about us, have you?!"

"No! I like to think that he wouldn't mind."

"You two are something! What makes you think that?"

"'Kissing cousins.' After our shower, he got to wondering if girls would like to take showers together, saying that the one probably enjoy feeling her breasts washed by anyone else, and that the other one would enjoy feeling another girl's breasts."

"Hmm?! Sure you didn't tell him that?"

"No, didn't even admit that he was right."

"He was," Elsa remarked with a grin, and they both rubbed the other's back. 

"That's why I thought he wouldn't mind about us, if he could imagine that, envision it; he said he would like to watch."

"Watch us, see me naked?"

"He didn't say that."

"Hmm? Just envisioning you, but with whom else, if not me."

"Probably, whom else."

"Undressing me with his eyes, when I see him again?"

"Wear a bra that doesn't let show that you're thinking that."

"After all our talk, I probably won't have think just about that."

"I can tell him not to stare."

"I've got one that doesn't show anything, you know, padded cups."

"You don't need it any more."

"Before he sees them trying to pop out? You think about it and let him see yours, they're bigger, anyway." 

"I don't want to distract him, besides, he sees enough of them without a bra."

"Doesn't just see them."

"No, he likes to suck them as much as you do."

"Hmmmm! Thanks for reminding me!"

Vicky hadn't meant her remark to be a suggestion. 

The college church bells had chimed another quarter hour, before Vicky rolled back from sucking Elsa's nipple and sucked her fingers, like Elsa had after hers had been in Vicky's pussy. Elsa sighed and then chuckled and said: 

"We taste good. She chuckled again and added: "Better than some foreign foods."

"Much, you especially."

"No, you," Elsa countered. 

Vicky snorted and said: 

"He thinks we taste good too, well, me, but if I like how you taste, ..."

"He licks his fingers too?" Elsa interjected. 

Vicky hadn't intended her remark to lead to a question. She hesitated a moment and then replied: 

"Not just his fingers." 

There was a long pause before Elsa responded: 

"Oh? What else?"

"Me."

"There?!"

"You weren't going to ask. Yes, there."

"He does, where I think?"

"Where else?" 

"Oh?!" 

There was another long pause. Vicky suddenly realized that her remark and Elsa's so surprised responses could be an introduction to what else they could do together. She let Elsa be first to say something. 

"Oh? ... He really does that, and likes to, and you like him to?"

Vicky only nodded. After a moment, Elsa almost whispered: 

"I've heard about that, but didn't believe people really did it. Well, of course, some must, but I thought 'libertines' or whatever."

"He does, and we both like it," Vicky replied softly.

"Oh? If you do?"

Vicky just nodded again. There was another long pause, and then Elsa had startled expression and said: 

"Oh?! What do you do? You don't do that?!"

Vicky nodded again. Elsa's expression had changed to one of shock. Vicky nodded again and murmured: 

"If I know what you mean, yes, I do."

"You do that?!" 

"I guess I know what you mean. I do. Do I have to put it in words."

"No! Let's take a shower, like your cousin wants us to. I have to digest this."

"I do too," Vicky murmured, but thinking about swallowing and digesting her brother's semen.

During their shower, they left that topic and returned to the less ticklish one of Milt's impression of how much girls enjoyed washing each other, agreeing that he was right, as they fondled each other's breasts and washed each other's pussy. When they were finished, Vicky pulled back the shower curtain and exclaimed: "Oh, he's watching!" 

Elsa blushed and instinctively held her hands before her aroused breasts and pussy. Vicky grinned at the success of her joke, liking that Elsa had been so involved in their talking that she reacted that way. Elsa smiled with an abashed expression, and then said: 

"We've been talking about him too much."

"You've been thinking about him too much, but you were a perfect model for a statue of Venus."

Elsa smiled wryly. They dried themselves and got dressed and hurried to breakfast, late, but before the door closed. 

The following weekend, Vicky would have her period, out of phase with Elsa's, which weren't so regular. Vicky suggested to Milt that he invite her and Elsa to a sports event and dinner, reminding him that he had saved the expense of tickets for football games they hadn't attended. He agreed, ignorant of his sister's motivation. She had convinced herself that she would be doing Elsa a big favor by getting them hooked up, that Elsa needed a good experience with a guy to wipe away her misgivings, reluctance. With whom better than her brother -- supposed cousin -- if she could make him willing. 

Elsa liked her plan, also not cognizant of her motivation. Saturday morning, she remarked: 

"It's not a date, but I'm still not sure about this. Am I supposed to be nice to him?"




A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 02



"Only if you want to be."

"Hmm? If he is?" 

* * *

I bought tickets for good seats at the football game, luckily, a home game, and told my roommate, Tim, that I didn't need the room that Saturday. Tim raised his eyebrows questioningly. I just replied: "her period." I was looking forward to escorting two girls to the game and dinner. If the guys in the dorm had been envious about my dating my sister, if a couple of them may have recognized that we spent so much time in my room, being seen with two girls would impress them, and maybe lessen speculation about what Vicky and I did. 

Besides, it would be nice to see Elsa again, and she was attractive enough that guys wouldn't think that Vicky had just talked me into letting her drag along her roommate. Maybe I could chat her up a little, just to be nice. If anyone who knew me saw us, and saw that both girls were enjoying my company, that would be great. What would we do after dinner? Go to a bar, not one that asked for ID? A folk music coffee shop? Whatever the girls wanted, and if it didn't work out so well, they could go back earlier. When Tim and I parted, he shrugged and said that he wouldn't need the room: "back about ten." I wouldn't either, not with two girls, and one having her period.

Vicky and Elsa arrived. Elsa looked at least as good as I remembered. We both smiled a little self consciously; this hadn't been our idea. On the way to the stadium, however, Vicky led the conversation, giving us something to say, and I was less self conscious, and it seemed that Elsa also was. I didn't undress her with my eyes, although I couldn't help but remember the talk about girls' showering together. She had a nice slender figure, but not one that inspired me to envision how she would look with nothing on. 

We enjoyed the game, cheering when our team made a touchdown, and cheering at the end, when it won. I hadn't thought about what we do after the game, before dinner. On the walk from the stadium, however, Vicky said: 

"Can you show us your room? Elsa want's to see it."

"I didn't say that," she murmured. Vicky ignored her remark and said: 

"Unless Tim is there, my cousin's roommate."

I appreciated her reminding me of that and that I should know that Elsa knew us that way. Elsa nodded with a slightly wry expression, apparently understanding our problem about using the room for what we did. 

"He isn't," I replied, and led them in the direction of our dorm.

I had to wonder about my sister's oblique reference to what we did, and wondered how much Elsa knew about that. Then I was relieved to remember that Tim and I didn't leave our clothes lying around, like I had seen with a glance in another room. I apologized that we hadn't been expecting company. 

In the room, Elsa looked around; Vicky didn't have to. Elsa remarked: 

"A little bigger than ours, nice."

Did she do anything to suggest that she was thinking about what Vicky and I did? We left the room. Outside the building, a classmate looked at us and smiled, looking at both girls, and said to me: 

"If you can lend me one of them, you all can come to a party, upstairs."

He gestured with the paper bag in his hand, obviously containing a bottle, indicating that we would be his guests for drinks. 

Vicky immediately nodded and said: 

"You can have me. I mean, borrow me."

We all snickered at her remark. Had it been intentional? Whatever, it left me and Elsa together. That was fine with me, and her smile and shrug suggested that it was with her too. We returned to the building. As we went up the stairs, I said to him: 

"You can only borrow her till dinner; she's my cousin, have to watch out for her."

"Spoil sport!" Vicky replied, giving me a grin."

Elsa chuckled softly, giving me a smile. Yeah, she knew all about us, I thought, but she didn't seem to mind, and I rather liked that she didn't, that she did know. There classmates and girls in the room. He had a bottle of whiskey in his bag. From a tray with plastic cups and an ice bucket, he offered us drinks. He and Vicky drank. Elsa sniffed at hers and murmured that she had never drunk whiskey. I hadn't either. We raised our cups and had a small sip. We both raised our cheeks in response to the strong drink, then smiled. 

"My first college party," she murmured.

"Mine too," I agreed, adding: 

"and only because both of you were along."

"Wasn't sure it was a good idea."

"It was."

We smiled and ventured to have another small sip. I hoped that Vicky had more experience; she was already in conversation with the guy and another couple. I didn't really have to worry about her, even if the guy had overheard that he could only borrow her; she couldn't. 

The party continued, getting louder as more couples came in the room, and more was drunk. It was so loud, that Elsa and I didn't have say much, just sipping and smiling, still on our first drink. I forgot about Vicky, although we were observing the others, chuckling about a couple of guys who seemed a little drunk. 

Suddenly, the guy and a Vicky found us again, and he said: 

"I only borrowed your cousin, but she said that I could come to dinner with her."

Vicky nodded with smile that let me think she had been drinking more than Elsa and I had been. We left the party. Outside, he suggested a restaurant, saying that Vicky would be his guest. That was good, since it was a more expensive restaurant than I would have chosen. Away from the noise and the crowd, in the fresh air, when Vicky took his arm, Elsa took mine. I liked that, but wasn't sure if I liked that Vicky had. 

We had a nice dinner and chatted, sharing a bottle of wine. Again, I liked the way Elsa glance over at me, but wasn't sure I liked that Vicky also glanced over at him that way. When it was time to pay the bill, after we all had gone to the restrooms, when he reached for his wallet, Vicky smirked at me. Did that mean that she was playing a game with him, or did her quick glance over at Elsa mean something? 

He came with us to the bus stop, again with Vicky's hand on his arm, but Elsa was also holding my arm. I wondered if she knew that most couples kissed before the bus came. Vicky did, and it looked like he did - on a first date, that really wasn't one? If Elsa wanted to ...? 

We waited at the bus stop. They were now holding hands, and Elsa's had found mine. She glanced up at me, squeezing my hand. I had only fucked my sister, but I knew that kind of a glance. Other couples were waiting, some immediately kissing as though they didn't want to stop. Elsa glanced at them and squeezed my hand again, and I squeezed her. Were we both waiting to see what Vicky and the guy did? Then he turned to her, and they kissed. We would too! Elsa was turning to me. How much of a kiss? 

Our lips met, and then the tips of our tongues, and then hers was more eager than mine. No, it was just first to want to kiss better. A first 'non-date' and kissing like we were! No one could tell that it was, and not the way she was press her whole body to me, not like some girls I had kissed, who didn't press their hips to mine, like she was. 

The bus arrived before my cock had time to rise. Had she felt it, swelling down in my boxer shorts? Had she wanted to, pressing her hips to mine, instead of rocking them back, as though the girl didn't want to feel it? 

The girls got on the bus, smiling and waving at us. We waved back. As we returned to the campus, he remarked: 

You sure have a nice cousin, and a girlfriend."

"Just roommates."

"Nice, both of them."

"Didn't know my cousin was like that."

"She isn't, well, not with me. Oh, she wanted to kiss, and good, but said that it was just for a nice evening."

"My 'kissing cousin,' not with me," I replied, hoping that it sounded humorous. He chuckled and replied:

"Our bad luck."

"Um-hmm," I agreed, glad that we were in the dark, where he couldn't see my relieved smile.

* * *

On the bus, Vicky and Elsa exchanged wry smiles. It was a couple of minutes before one of them spoke, after glancing around to see if she could be overhear, Elsa:

"Sure didn't think the evening would end like that."

"Me neither. I just thought he deserved it, after inviting us to the party and paying for my dinner."

"Hmm? Sure looked iked more than that."

"Oh, I wanted to, couldn't do anything else, you know."

"I wonder what he thought about that - both of them."

"I told him it was just for the evening."

"He must have been disappointed."

"Was more than he could have hoped for."

"And your cousin?"

"I'll tell him that. And you two? Sure didn't look like a first date."

"It wasn't, and wasn't like one, I guess."

"That's nice, I hope."

"Hmm? I didn't tell him it was just for the evening."

"You want to again?"

"First boy I have kissed in weeks, months, since high school. He wanted to, too."

"That's nice. Why not? He's only my cousin."

"You don't mind?"

"No, as long as I can kiss him."

"Hmm! That's not all you do."

"I can share, just my cousin."

"What's that mean?"

"Better not tell you here."

They rode on in silence, not speaking until they were in their room. Then Elsa asked again: 

"What's that mean?"

"What?"

"Your 'that I can share'?" 

They were undressing. Elsa let Vicky use the bathroom alone to change her tampon, waiting for her to finish everything she did there. When she returned to the room, Vicky said: 

"I'll try to tell you, in bed."

She lay down in hers, waiting with her back against the wall for Elsa to join her. She returned, turning off the light and joined her. Vicky had been trying to arrange her thoughts, not sure that she had committed herself to an answer. They got comfortable, and then Elsa repeated her question: 

"What? That you can share?"

Hmm? Umm, that, well, it would be nice for you if you had a good experience, after that bad one."

"With Milt, your cousin, whom you sleep with?!"

"If you both wanted to kiss?" 

"And then sleep with each other?!"

"If you wanted to, him too, of course."

"You're going to ask him?!"

"I just thought it would be a good idea, for you, if you like him a little."

"'A little', that much?"

"It looked like it."

"Kissing?"

"Not just kissing." 

"Yeah, it was all nice, but you think we should just jump in bed together?"

"We did, sort of."

"Kissing cousins, and I kiss both of them."

"You know us better than anyone else."

"And you want us to? Does he?!"

"I don't know, just that he never has with anyone else. He didn't have to kiss you. We can't forever."

"Sounds like you don't want to, I mean, with anyone else."

"But we will, eventually."

"Hmm? So I should with him?"

"Seemed like a good idea, for both of you."

"Hmm! ... To help him, help you both?" 

"To help you, not so sure about helping us."

"Hmmm? ... You really want me to, him to?"

"I thought it was a good idea. It would be good; he knows how, not like that guy back then."

"I guess you know."

"Um-hmm, probably better than a first time with another freshman."

"Hmm? You think I should, ought to?"

"Not unless you want to, but you said that you didn't want to stay an almost virgin."

"Yeah, but with him, just for that reason?"

"A lot of girls do it just for that reason."

"Hmm? Yeah, last year, some girls were talking as though that's what they had in mind, 'popping their cherry'."

"In my school too, then not always happy afterwards."

"Hmm? Like me. Hmmm? Maybe I did too."

"I didn't want to suggest that."

"I sure wasn't happy afterwards."

"It was just an idea."

"Crazy idea: you telling me I should sleep with Milt -- cousin or not -- the boy you sleep with."

"Yeah, I guess, and we don't know if he would want to."

"That too. Crazy! Goodnight." 

Elsa rolled over, and Vicky said goodnight with her arm around her, her hand just resting on her lower breast. 

During their shower in the morning, while Vicky was washing Elsa, Elsa snorted softly and remarked: 

"If he knew we do this every morning."

"Then what?"

"I don't know; just occurred to me."

"He'd want to watch. Hm-hmm! You almost thought he could be, when I scared you that time."

"Did I? I guess so."

"Like, almost would have liked him to see you."

"Hmm! If you could scare me like that, I guess somewhere in the back of my mind it seemed possible. Oooh! You haven't told him how I look -- like this?"

"Of course not - yet!" No! I won't. Why did your nipples pop out?"

"Don't ask. Don't yours, when you think about his seeing them?"

"Not even always, when he does."

"Just old 'kissing cousins'."

They finished their shower without saying more. During their periods, they didn't do anything or talk about it, but then they really did, starting earlier, Wednesday night that week, now with a towel under them on the bed. Instead of their early "four hands" invitation, now one or the other just smiled and brought her towel from the bathroom. 

Since Wicky had just had her period, Elsa insisted on giving her her orgasm first. Vicky chuckled and asked: "Where's my highlighter?"

Elsa sprang up and found it. They kissed, chuckling as Vicky fondled Elsa's breast, while she rubbed the highlighter on Vicky's pussy. When one of her fingers slipped further down between her pussy lips and felt that she was moist, she chuckled and turned the highlighter down and pushed the small end in. Vicky nodded with a moaning chuckle and rolled back, spreading her thighs. Then they both chuckled, when her pussy pushed it out, and Elsa pushed it back in -- several times. 

"The other way," Vicky murmured, and then the bigger cap end was in her pussy.

When Elsa twisted it, Vicky responded with another chuckling moan and reached down and began to rub herself. After a few more twists back and forth, she murmured: Enough playing, fingers."

Elsa's fingers also twisted in her pussy, but did more, as she sucked one of Vicky's nipples. When Vicky was about to come, Elsa tried to cup her hand to catch as much pussy juice as she could. She lost most of it, however, when her hand had to follow the quick rocking of Vicky's hips, when both their hands gave her her orgasm. 

Vicky moaned with a long sigh. Elsa tried to bring her hand to her mouth without losing the little puddle in her palm. She licked up what she could and stuck her fingers in her mouth. When she drew them out, she murmured: 

"We do taste good. I wanted more."

"Me too," Vicky agreed with a nod.

She hummed, smiling to herself; she knew how Elsa could have more, she too, if they did what her brother did to taste her pussy juice. Nice that Elsa had said that, she thought; maybe she wouldn't be so surprised now, if she mentioned again his doing that. But first, it was her turn to use her fingers and enjoy sucking Elsa's tight little nipples. As Elsa rolled back, and Vicky rolled forward, she asked if Elsa wanted the highlighter. She didn't, just murmuring: "Do it."



A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 03



I should have remembered to warn readers of the first two chapters that my characters take a while to do everything readers may be expecting. I enjoy imagining how a relationship could actually develop, trying to make it sound entertaining and enticing. I like them be wittier than than most of us probably are. I'm not, just have the time to figure out they could be. Quite a few readers seem to enjoy this, probably not ones with itchy fingers. 

Vicky's period becomes instrumental to the plot in this chapter. Elsa also has hers, of course, but I haven't bothered to worry about when. Just assume that it doesn't intrude on the story. 

Vicky hummed, smiling to herself; she knew how Elsa could taste more pussy juice, she too, if they did what her brother did to taste hers. Nice that Elsa had said that, she thought; maybe she wouldn't be so surprised now, if she mentioned again his doing that. But first, it was her turn to use her fingers and enjoy sucking Elsa's tight little nipples. As Elsa rolled back, and Vicky rolled forward, she asked if Elsa wanted the highlighter. She didn't, just murmuring: "Do it." 

Vicky did, not just enjoy sucking and nibbling, enjoying feeling her fingers in Elsa's tight, wet, warm pussy. She also tried to cup her hand to catch Elsa's pussy juice, but mostly as an excuse to say that she also had wanted more. Her hand was drenched, and the towel got another got another dousing. 

Vicky wasn't so careful about trying keep a few drops in her palm, just licking it noisily with a hum and then sucking her fingers. Before she could say anything, Elsa murmured: 

"You like it too, as much."

"Not enough, 'as much,' of course."

"And he does too?"

Vicky nodded with an "um-hmm," pleased that Elsa had saved her from mentioning him first. She confirmed her nod and hum: 

"He does, as much as we do."

"Like that? Like you said?"

Elsa had only asked, not in a surprised tone, Vicky recognized with delight. She just nodded again with a stronger "um-hmm," hoping Elsa would ask more. Elsa snorted softly, quizzically, and murmured to herself: "If he likes it," then louder to Vicky: 

"With his tongue, like with our fingers?"

"Um-hmm, feels good."

"That good? So you come like that?"

"Usually, always good."

"Hmm?! Hmmmm! Right in his mouth?"

"Sometimes, sometimes all over his face."

Elsa began to giggle, a nervous giggle, catching her breath and giggling again. Vicky giggled with her, nervous release after all her needless wondering about how to broach the subject. When Elsa caught her breath again, she remarked: 

"Don't know if I want that." 

Then she giggled again and said: 

"Oh, I said that! I guess you know what I was thinking?"

"What I was, that we could do it."

"You would, you would want to?"

"Even if you didn't."

"Really? All over your face?" Elsa asked, giggling again.

"If I could do it as good as he does."

"You really want to. How does he do it?"

"Any way he can: sometimes down between my legs, sometimes with me sitting on his face, sometimes just curled up together."

"Oh! I guess he really likes to do it."

"And I do too."

"Oh?! You mean, to him?!"

"I was thinking about liking it any way he did it."

"But curled up together? Didn't you say you did that too?"

"Yes." 

"With it in your mouth?!"

"Where else? Yeah, with his cock in my mouth."

Elsa started at hearing the four-letter word and was silent for a long moment. Then she asked softly: 

"Really?"

"Um-hmm."

"You like that?"

"Um-hmm."

"Oh?"

Vicky liked that Elsa had also asked about that, but hoped that her surprise hadn't detracted from her curiosity about what the two of them could do. When Elsa still didn't say anything, she said: 

"We were talking about what he likes to do."

"Hmm? Yeah. You would really do that?"

"If he likes to do it, I would, and I know it feels good."

"You want to lick my pussy?"

"Can't lick my own."

Elsa began to giggle, and then they both began to laugh. Then Elsa asked: 

"Right now?"

"Before you change your mind."

"Mmmm!" Elsa responded and chuckled. 

Vicky turned quickly around with all her experience with her brother. She urged Elsa to draw her thigh up under her head. When Vicky's knee suggested that Elsa raise her head, she did. For a moment, a very brief moment in that for Vicky so familiar position, she anticipated finding a cock to suck. Then her hands slipped under and over Elsa's waist and drew her hips closer. Elsa moaned before her mouth found her pussy. When it did, she moaned again and rocked her hips up, drawing her other thigh up past Vicky's head, who recognized her own reflex when her brother had his head between her thighs. 

Of course, any girl would like to have her pussy licked and would respond that way, offering her pussy, even if it didn't yet know how good it was going to feel. Hers did, but Elsa was just moaning, as Vicky's tongue explored for the first time. 

She also moaned; it was being better than she had imagined; her tongue discovering delicate inner lips and a wet round hole. Her fingers knew it already, but her tongue was more sensitive, could enjoy it better, more aware of its response to its licking and probing. And it tasted so good! She saved for last where she knew the pussy was most sensitive. It was! And feeling it with her tongue was so much better than feeling it with her fingers, and so much more intimate! What could be more intimate than kissing and licking a pussy, knowing how it felt for it? Elsa's moans confirmed how arousing it was feeling. 

Vicky was distracted from her new pleasure. Elsa's hands were drawing her hips closer. She moaned in anticipation, and her thigh drew up, in one continous motion over Elsa's head onto her shoulder, it had done it so often with her brother. Vicky's tongue stilled, as she waited for Elsa's to find her pussy. It did, more tentatively than her brother's did, but then was also exploring, like hers had. She moaned encouragingly, enjoying its first exploratory discovery of her inner lips. Her tongue returned to Elsa's wet opening and suggested how she wanted to feel Elsa's find hers and probe. It did, and she moaned, and Elsa moaned, and they both nodded. 

Of course, their tongues knew what the other's pussy wanted to feel! Her brother's tongue also knew what to do, but he didn't know how it was feeling for her, but Elsa did, and she knew how it was feeling for Elsa. They had known that with their fingers in the other's pussy, but this so much better, both at the same time, in the same place, almost as though she were licking her own pussy. But they wanted to taste each other, more than they already were, wanted to make each other give them more to taste than they could by licking their fingers. Their tongues agreed on where to do that, where their pussies were most sensitive. 

As they were both moaning, their hips rocking, for an instant, Vicky thought that getting and giving at once was almost too much; it was such an arousing pleasure just to enjoy how she was arousing Elsa – another time, taking turns. Their mouths wide open, trying to cover each other's opening, with their tongues extended on their lower lips, licking, they came. Not quite simultaneously, but close enough that they relaxed together, with more pussy juice in their mouths than they had expected, hoped, but also with wet faces. 

With moaning sighs, they recovered. Vicky slid her hand back and held Elsa's hot breast, and then she found Vicky's with her hand. Elsa was still sighing, when Vicky asked: 

"Enough?"

"Mmmm! As much as I could want. Didn't know if I would really want to, but then I just had to, it was feeling so good; had to find out why, what you were doing."

"Both of us found out why he likes to."

"Um-hmm! ... You really want me to sleep with him? He can't do it better than that."

"And not better than you did, but that's not all he can do."

"Hmm? If that can be any better?"

"Have to find out; I think so."

"You 'kissing cousins'!"

"Um-hmm."

They chuckled, then Elsa remarked: 

"Jeez, twice tonight! I don't know if I'll want to do anything in the morning."

"Hmm! For me too. Maybe not sleep together?"

"What I was thinking."

"It's a weekday morning, anyway, not enough time," Vicky remarked.

"Oh? Yeah, I was thinking it was the weekend."

"Wanting it to be." 

"Um-hmm.!

Vicky got up and turned off the light and went to her bed, and they said goodnight. Vicky was very pleased that Elsa had wanted to do it as much as she had, that she had apparently been thinking about it enough to ask the right questions. Elsa had also remembered that she had suggested she sleep with her brother, this time not seeming to reject the idea - her "just a good idea." Would she ask the right questions to lead to that? As she fell asleep, she regretted that she still hadn't seen Elsa's pussy.

She woke up from a confused dream. She and Milt were back home, or there again, but Elsa was also there. In the dream, they didn't do anything, but somehow she knew that Milt and Elsa had, feeling that she had been watching them, but that wasn't in the dream, and she couldn't remember that they had talked about it. 

When she was fully awake, she recalled the previous evening with a chuckling hum. She and Elsa had finally done that, and Elsa had been as delighted as she was. But now her pussy had to do something else. She got up. Elsa was still asleep. When she flushed the toilet, however, Elsa joined her, still looking sleepy, but smirking slightly before she said: 

"Good morning. Sleep well?"

"After that? Yes, very well."

"Hm-hmm! Me too. I guess I'd been thinking about it."

"I liked that you had; I wanted to all along."

"Of course."

Vicky waited for her to use the toilet, then venturing to remark: 

"We sometimes do that in the shower."

"Both of you, together?"

"Um-hmm, why not – everything else we do?"

"More than just 'kissing cousins'. Well, I guess so, in the shower; washes off."

"Of course."

"Hmm? Sometimes I have, when I got up late, to save time!"

"Before we started taking showers together?" Vicky asked.

"And back home."

"Me too," Vicky agreed, thinking that she had only started doing that after doing it with her brother, but then always. 

In the shower, after washing each other, and then each washing her own asshole, Vicky again ventured to say: 

"He washes me there too."

"He does?! You do too?!"

"Yeah, don't quite know how it started." 

"My sister didn't, I don't think, those times she washed me as a kid."

"And I can't remember that my mother did, but she must have."

"Mine too. ... Oh? You don't want to do that?" 

"It just occurred to me, like 'going' in the shower. That's more fun with him."

"Why? How? Oh? You can play with it, like with a hose in the yard."

"Um-hmm, something like that, a very small hose."

"I guess so," Elsa replied, nodding with wry smile. 

During lectures that day, Vicky's mind wandered; it was all so good, that she and Elsa had liked licking each other's pussy – she still had to see it – and that Elsa hadn't been too surprised about what she had told her in the bathroom. She had to get Elsa and her brother together again, but not the coming weekend; she had to talk to him, not to mention what else they would both want to do. Was it time to tell him all about Elsa and her? He would like that they took showers together, since he had already thought of that - everything else, too? If she wanted them to get together again, he and she were have to forgo doing anything the next weekend, but plan something to include Elsa. Oh, they could say that his roommate needed the room, whether he did or didn't. That would keep the subject in mind. 

Her notes for the lectures had gaps. 

That evening, Elsa and then she said that she had to do research in the library. Vicky was confident that it was because they both knew that they would have trouble studying together in their room. When the library closed at ten o'clock, on the way back to their room, they almost held hands, both chuckling warmly. Elsa's remark: "Saves time, if we both do it," only confirmed what Vicky was thinking. 

They didn't save much time, since they extended their arousing pleasure by taking turns enjoying licking and then being licked. Vicky's fingers were closer to Elsa's asshole than hers were to Vicky's, but Elsa didn't object. This time, Vicky waited to enjoy her orgasm before giving Elsa hers. Afterwards, Elsa agreed with her that that was better. The bed had two wet spots, but they slept on them, after licking each other's wet face and then kissing goodnight.

In the morning, Vicky stayed in bed until Elsa was on the toilet, and then joined her, murmuring that she had to go, and stepped in the shower. Elsa snorted, but didn't say anything. Vicky turned away from her in the shower stall to avoid making her demonstration too obvious. When Elsa joined her, she just said: "I guess so." 

When Vicky washed her own asshole first, Elsa snickered and said: 

"Almost thought you wanted to do that too."

"I might have, would have, if you had been him."

"Hm-hm-hmm! I thought he was just supposed to be watching us," Elsa replied with a smirk.

"He is, but he would be disappointed, if we didn't."

"Hmm?! Since you both do?"

"Just assumed that we would too."

"He isn't watching." 

They finished their shower, exchanging smirks. When Vicky called Milt at lunch time, as usual on Fridays, to hear if they could use his room, she was disappointed to hear that they couldn't. She had to change her plan, include Elsa without having talked to her brother, but he agreed that that would be nice: "to keep from thinking about what we would rather be doing." 

Elsa was a little surprised, when Vicky suggested she join them again. When she explained why, Elsa smirked slightly and said that she hope Milt's roommate had as much fun as Vicky and Milt would have had. Vicky agreed with a better smirk, nodding; at least that bit of her plan was working out, Elsa's thinking about what they did in the room. 

She hoped Tim really needed it and then would agree to Milt's having it the next weekend with her, and then Tim could have it, and then Milt again, but she would have her period and could suggest that Milt invite Elsa. She wondered what her brother was planning for the three of them to do, then recognizing that when Tim needed the room, the three of them could meet again. This was being better than she had anticipated, if it worked out. She crossed her fingers. 

Elsa showed no reluctance to spending the Saturday with them. Maybe she was a little shy when she and Milt met again, but he immediately suggested that they could spend the afternoon at the fine arts museum or the science museum in the city, and suggested that after dinner they could go to a movie in the small cinema near the campus that showed old movies. Vicky gave him a big smile for his planning. They agreed to go to the art museum, taking the subway and tram. 

They had no trouble spending the whole afternoon in the large museum, seeing everything. In the collection of classical Greek pottery, they all smirked slightly at the sight of men with erect penises. Later, in the picture galleries, in front of an Impressionist half nude, Milt glanced at his sister and said: 

"They look like yours." 

Elsa was a little taken aback. 

"Too big," Vicky replied with a smirk. 

"Smallest ones I could find, certainly not Rubens'," he replied, and then Elsa chuckled with them. 

As the moved on, Vicky gave him another good grin behind Elsa's back. They saw a small painting by Botticelli, a blond Virgin and Child with St. John. This time, he looked at Elsa and said: 

"Blond, looks sort of like you."

Before Elsa could say anything, Vicky chuckled and said: 

"Not as much as she looks like Botticelli's 'Birth of Venus'." 

Elsa blushed. Milt shrugged and admitted: 

"If you say so; I don't know that painting of his."

Elsa, still blushing, gave him a little grateful smile. Vicky made a mental note to find the picture for him, since Elsa's figure was really quite similar. They continued their tour, ending in the museum shop. Vicky didn't go directly to the big art books, just noted that they were arranged alphabetically by artist. When it seemed that the others were beginning to lose interest, she turned and looked at the bookcase as though she weren't looking for anything in particular, but then found a thick book about Botticelli. It was easy for her to find one of his most famous paintings. She beckoned, catching Milt's eye, and said: 

"Here she is." 

Elsa complained: "Vicky!" and was blushing again with scowl in response to Vicky's smile. 

She didn't follow him. He just looked at the picture with a smile and then closed the book. When the three of them were together again, he smiled apologetically at Elsa and said: 

"She shouldn't have done that. You know the painting?" 

Elsa nodded, blushing again with a wry smile. When he added: 

"But his Venus certainly is lovely, not just his ideal of how Venus should have looked," she smiled demurely with downcast eyes and rosy cheeks. 

He got an even better grin from his sister as they left the museum. On the way back to the campus, Vicky suggested that they have dinner in the college freshmen dining room. Elsa thought that would be interesting. He accused Vicky: 

"You're just hoping someone asks if he can borrow you again."

This time I have to watch out for my roommate, now that we know she's a famous artist's vision of Venus." 

"Stop it!" Elsa interjected, but smiled – without blushing, then adding: 

"Besides, she was just his favorite model, painted her a couple of times, at least."

"I know why," Milt replied with a grin.

"Didn't know you knew so much about art," Vicky remarked, trying to disarm the conversation. 

Elsa smiled cheerfully and replied: 

"I don't, really, but someone sent my sister a picture postcard with the painting from Florence."

"She looks like you? A boyfriend?" Milt asked, Vicky nodding with grin."

"Not sure how much of a boyfriend, but I guess we look sort of a like. Hers are bigger." 

Elsa suddenly blushed again, and more, when Vicky said: 

"Yours are just like Venus's."

"I'd better get out of here, before you tell me more," Milt remarked and took a couple of steps along the platform for the tram.

Elsa gave Vicky mean expression, but Vicky just grinned and said: 

"You said it."

"But you didn't have to say that."

"Probably not. Sorry. But they really are."

Elsa had to smile wryly, nodding. Milt called: 

"Can I come back?"

"If no one say anything about Greek, Impressionist or Renaissance art," Elsa suggested with a grin.

Milt rejoined them, then smirked and said: 

"You forgot the American paintings we saw, some of them."

"Them too!" Elsa replied with a grin. 

"I'll just think about them," he replied. 

They all chuckled, and the tram arrived. It was full enough, that they had to crowd together, but Elsa didn't mind that he had to hold on behind her back, and when it started, joulting her against him arm, she smiled, continuing almost to lean against his arm. Vicky also smiled. 

When they were back on the campus, Vicky chuckled and said: 

"You'd better hold my hand, so that no one thinks they can borrow me."

"Hm-hmm! You said he could have you, I'd better," he replied, taking her hand. 

They all chuckled, and then Elsa said: 

"Mine too, then," and turned her hand for him to hold. 

"Mmmm! This is going to be nice, walking there with both of you."

"For us too," Elsa replied, squeezing his hand.

"When we sit down, someone may join us," he remarked, then asking: 




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"How should I introduce you?"

"I'm just your cousin," Vicky replied. 

"'Kissing cousin'," Elsa remarked spontaneously, then blushing.

"She knows; we've been joking about that," Vicky explained.

He glanced over at Elsa and asked: 

"So what are you?"

"Her roommate."

"Nice roommate," he replied and squeezed her hand, she squeezing his in response, giving him a smile. 

They all enjoyed the glances they received in the dining room. When it filled up, someone did joined them and introduced himself. Milt introduced both girls. The guy smiled and then smirked slightly and said: 

"I know, you're going to tell me that one of them is just your sister."

Before Vicky could say anything, Milt grinned and replied: 

"No, they're both my girlfriends."

They all chuckled, and then he replied: 

"I don't believe you, don't want to."

"I do, but you're half right, Vicky is my cousin."

"And I'm her roommate, and you can't 'borrow' either of us," Elsa added.

"Hmm? Before I could ask."

Vicky explained: 

"Last week, we got to go to party because I agreed that a guy could borrow me."

"Lucky guy. Then you're both from ...?"

"How'd you guess?" Vicky replied. 

"Too witty to be from one of the junior colleges in town."

They all smiled and enjoyed their meal and small talk. When the three of them were back outside, Vicky took his hand again. With shrug and smile, then Elsa also did. They all glanced at each other. Then Elsa glanced at Vicky again and said: 

"We don't really have to go to the movie." 

Vicky nodded slightly. Elsa looked at him and added: 

"Unless you really want to?"

He squeezed her hand and replied: 

"I was beginning to think that it would be nice to sit holding hands with two girls, maybe with my arms around both of them."

"And then doing what people do in the back of theaters with both of them?" Vicky asked with a smirk.

"If you wanted me too?" he replied, squeezing their hands, surprised that Elsa also squeezed his. 

"Doesn't sound like we would watch the movie," Vicky said, squeezing his hand again. 

"No," Elsa replied softly, squeezing his other hand.

They chuckled softly, again, when he took their arms around behind their backs, and they slowly walked in the direction of the bus stop. After a few steps, Vicky slipped her hand from his and slid her arm around his waist. He snorted, and drew Elsa's hand behind his waist. She was surprised, until she felt Vicky's fingers. With a nod and chuckle, she changed hands, and his returned around her waist. He felt the girls grasp hands, and hugged them a little closer for a moment. Vicky glanced over at him with a grin and nod and soft hum. He gave Elsa a separate hug, and then she also glance over at him with smile. Then she chuckled and murmured: 

"No one is going to think they can borrow one of us now."

"And I would only lend out my cousin."

"Your 'kissing cousin'."

"If she wants to," he replied, Vicky remarking: 

"She does, but only if you kiss my roommate. I have to live with her, we have to be fair."

"If you don't object. Mmmm! You didn't last week."

"Elsa chuckled softly and replied: 

"I sure didn't. The best kiss I've had in weeks, the only one."

"I thought it was better than that. I mean, if it was the only one, not much for comparison."

"You're right. Hm-hmm! Never told anyone that I wanted to kiss him."

"You still haven't, but I won't ask." 

Elsa nodded, without looking at him, but her other hand found his on her waist. They walked on, then Vicky murmured: 

"They're going to be surprised at the bus stop."

Milt and Elsa didn't respond, just holding their hands tighter. As they approached the bus stop, they slowed down near a tree that shaded them from the street light. Elsa's hand didn't release his. He drew her closer around to him. They were wearing overcoats, but they got shove aside, and they were embracing and kissing, his other arm still around his sister. They kissed as intensely as they could, until they had to come up for air. Elsa moaned with sigh, but murmured: "Your kissing cousin."

When he turned to Vicky, she was waiting with her coat open. His hand was still around her coat, but one of hers was inside his, immediately finding his crotch, helping his swollen cock to move around and up. When they had to come up for air, it was more than just swollen. She murmured: "Your other girlfriend."

When he drew Elsa closer, their mouths met before their bodies were clasped together. His cock surged, and she moaned, her tongue thrusting in his mouth and caressing his, holding her hips against his. Before they had to catch their breath, Vicky whispered: 

"Enough, someone is watching." 

They stopped. Elsa gave a disappointed sounding moan, but chuckled. He murmured: 

"Let's stay here till the bus comes."

They stood together like they had before, arms around each other. Elsa chuckled and said: 

"You and your two girlfriends. After last week, I was sort of wondering what would happen here, not quite that."

"I don't think it would have happened last week, might not have even kissed Vicky with you there."

"Hm-hmm! Thank the guy who wanted to borrow me," Vicky rejoined.

They chuckled with nods, and waited for the bus. When it was in sight, he quickly kissed each of the girls again, and they went to the bus stop. As the others were getting on, Vicky smirked and said: 

"Tell Tim that he has to do something else next Saturday."

Milt nodded with a grin. Elsa chuckled with a shrug and smile. He watched them get on the bus and find seats in the back, waving as the bus departed. 

On the bus, after a few moments, Elsa said softly: 

"Sure didn't think that would happen."

"You didn't mind?"

"Hmmm? If you didn't, if he didn't."

"Didn't look like it."

"No."

They were silent for a while, then Vicky held Elsa's hand. She squeezed it, not looking over at Vicky, and they both purred with slight smiles, just looking straight ahead. After while, Vicky murmured: 

"Good suggestion to forgo the movie, now we can study some."

"I wasn't thinking about doing that."

"I wasn't either," Vicky replied, and their hands squeezed again. 

During the rest of the bus ride, Vicky was thinking that it had all gone so much better than she had hoped: Milt's planning and comments, Elsa's responses, her own inspired idea of finding the picture in the book, and that Elsa hadn't denied that her figure was like that of Botticelli's Venus, even picked up on the theme, saying her sister's were bigger than hers. She had to chuckle.

Elsa asked: 

"What was that for?"

"Just remembered how you told us your sister's were bigger."

"Uhn! You would; hope he didn't, doesn't."

"Hm-hmm! Want him to think yours are big enough?"

"Stop it! They are for me."

"For me too."

"You're mean!" Elsa replied, but squeezed Vicky's hand and chuckled softly. 

When they got off the bus, they hurried back to their room. Elsa smirked and said: 

"Didn't know you were so eager to study."

"Study your pussy; I want to see it."

"Oooh! That's a naughty idea."

"It is, I am."

"Mmmm! Me too!" 

With chuckling purrs, they got to their room and began to undress. When they were naked, Vicky looked at Elsa and said: 

"I was right, just like Venus." 

Elsa covered her breast and pussy, a reflex; she also had blushed slightly. Vicky grinned and said: 

"You're lucky, twice: that we didn't see a statue of Venus like that; and that I didn't say: 'Here she is, Elsa.'" 

"You are mean. At least he said yours looked like those in one painting."

"Hm-hmm! Maybe we can go back and find a painting with ones that really are more like mine."

"With him, without me. Peepee." 

They hurried to the bathroom. Vicky again used the shower, this time not hiding her stream from Elsa's view, who snickered and said: 

"Going to have to wash your feet."

Vicky did, trying to keep the rest of herself away from the shower. They washed their pussies and dried themselves, smirking and snickering, and returned to the room. Vicky flung back the covers on her bed and commanded: 

"Lie down, across the bed." 

Elsa did with a chuckle, as Vicky dropped to her knees. Elsa spread her thighs and said: 

"You'd better not just look."

"I'm not that mean!"

Vicky put her hands behind Elsa's thighs and urged her to draw them. With a chuckle, Elsa did, obligingly letting the flop to the side. Vicky stared at her pussy, enjoying the view of what she already knew: that Elsa's dark blond hair didn't extend down between her thighs; that it just lightly covered her nice Venus mound; and – what she hadn't known – that between her pussy lips she was lovely shades of pink. She hummed: pink, but already moist. She chuckled and said: 

"I thought you dried yourself."

"Hm-hmm! I did, but then, when you said you weren't that mean."

"Mmmm! He would love it. We once looked at mine with a hand mirror."

"He's not here! You 'love' it!"

"Pretty pussy," Vicky murmured, and then her mouth was on it.

She 'loved' it, she loved it, delighting as her tongue tasted it and explored everywhere she knew would feel good on her own pussy – now also moist pussy. Encouraged by Elsa's moans, she made it even wetter, until Elsa was whimpering, her hips twitching. Then she was gasping and lost control of her body. When she spurted, Vicky tried to catch in her mouth, but most of it flooded her chin and cheeks, but she loved that too. When she tried to lap up as much as she could, her tongue almost touched Elsa's asshole, close enough to it that she responded with an "Oooh!" 

She raised her head and saw that Elsa's eyes were closed and that she was holding her breasts. She waited for her to stop sighing and then asked: 

"Did I 'love' it enough?"

"Mmmm! You did!"

"I did too."

Hmmm! Like I want to, yours."

They both purred and changed places. Vicky immediately drew her thighs, her Venus mound swelling between her thighs. Elsa stared and murmured: 

"Yours is pretty too."

"He thinks so."

"Can he do it as good as you did?"

"Hmm? He makes me come as good as you did. Do it, and I can tell you if you do it better than he can."

"Hm-hmm! You'd better, or I won't do it again."

"You do, I already know you do. I'll just tell him that he has to do better."

"You're going to tell him about us?!"

"He'll like knowing that you're like me, enjoying both worlds." 

"But he doesn't yet know that you do."

"No, so I'll be admitting that I do, as much as admitting that we both do."

"Hmm?!" Elsa responded.

"He won't mind, not the way you were kissing him."

"And I was kissing him. Hm-hmm! Felt that he was liking it."

"Like that? But he isn't here: just me and and my tongue, and now, you and yours."

Elsa nodded with a grin and lowered her face to Vicky's pussy. 

Vicky knew how good it was going to be, like when her brother licked her pussy, the only shortcoming was that Elsa wasn't him and wouldn't be able to rise up and fuck her. Next Saturday! 

She forgot about that, and didn't remember, when she had come and Elsa rose up and dropped down her, finding her mouth with her pussy-soaked face. 

They moved around on the bed, getting their legs on it. Elsa was lying on Vicky, one of her legs between Vicky's. After another good kiss, Elsa hummed and said: 

"Don't know why you think I should sleep with him."

"Because you said that, to remind you that you like boys."

"Hmm? Oh yeah, I do, but you could make me forget."

"But I can't. You need a reminder."

"Like at the bus stop."

"Better, a little more, a lot more."

"You really want us to."

"Don't you?"

"With your 'kissing cousin'?"

"If he wanted to."

"You're going to tell him?"

"That you want to?"

"I didn't say that!"

"No. It just looked like you two would just have to be left together alone."

"And just go to his room and jump in bed?"

"Well, maybe not quite like that."

"This is crazy!" 

Elsa rolled off Vicky and they lay next to each other and were silent. Vicky also thought it was a little crazy, but Elsa had been the one to raise the subject. Crazy things happened. Then Elsa asked: 

"What are you going to tell him?" 

"About us?"

"I guess." 

Maybe he'll ask if we've finally had a shower together, and I can surprise him, that we had before he thought of it."

"And everything else?"

"He thought something would have to happen before that, and was right."

"He was; maybe he understands girls better than some guys."

"Maybe. Of course, he'll like that we do what he likes."

"Tell him that?"

"If he asks; easier than starting at the beginning; he can imagine the rest."

"Hmm? Maybe. Hmmm? And you expect him to say that he wants to, with me?"

"I don't know. I won't say that you want to."

"I haven't!"

"You ought to get the pill, whatever happens. I won't ask if you do. You don't want to wish you had it, when you need it."

"Hmm?" was Elsa's only response. 

For a while they didn't say anything. Vicky was thinking about how the conversation with her brother could develop, how she could indirectly get him to ask about showers, may when they took one, but then not in the last minute, so that they would have time to talk. She was so deep in her thoughts, that she was a little startled when Elsa suddenly asked: 

"I wonder what he's doing, since we didn't go to the movie."

"Good question. Maybe wondering what we're doing."

"You just want him to."

"Not really, just trying to be witty."

"You know how early it still is?"

"Not early enough to start studying."

"I wasn't thinking of that."

"Uh-oh. Didn't we say that on the bus?"

"Um-hmm. Just so we can go to sleep."

"In your bed, if we do?" 

"If it's as good as I want it to be."

"And then you can dream about him, that it's his arm around you."

"You really want me to."

"If you get the pill."

"Don't need it with you."

"Hmm! True. Both of us?"

"Um-hmmm!" Elsa responded cheerfully and began to turn around on the bed. 

When they opened their eyes many minutes later, they had to blink them a couple of times to free their lashes of the other's pussy juice, and then were a little surprised that the overhead light was on. Elsa remarked: 

"I had always kind of assumed that people always did it in the dark, and certainly was only thinking about couples." 

"Um-hmm. Maybe I did too, but then Milt and I did it the first time before lunch."

"Hmm! And now here, of course, afternoons."

"Um-hmm, 'love in the afternoon'," Vicky agreed.

"Do you love him?" Shouldn't have asked."

"We've known each other almost as long as we can remember. Of course, we get on well together, obviously, but it's not like we suddenly had a crush on each other."

"Shouldn't have asked; could have thought something like that."

After a few moments, Vicky asked:

"Wash our faces?"

"Mine needs to be." 

"Mine too, and then in your nice dry bed."

"I'll wash your sheets with mine." 

Monday, Elsa took her prescription to the nearest drug store, feeling embarrassed when she asked to have it filled by the male druggist, but he didn't give her a second glance, to her relief. She didn't tell Vicky that she had them. 

Friday, Milt confirmed that they could have the room, telling Vicky that Tim hadn't really needed it, not the way he had wanted to. Early Saturday afternoon they met as usual. 

* * *

I was already chuckling when I greeted my sister and then immediately remarked: 

"I didn't expect that; don't know what I expected, but not kissing both of you and that good."

"We didn't either. Better kiss than the week before?"

"Couldn't have been better; that one was just as good."

"Maybe she thinks you're more than just 'nice'."

"I do too – she, not me."

We were walking to my room. Vicky smiled and replied: 

"Oh, it was all good, especially your comments about the pictures."

"I was just trying to make it interesting, had to say something, but you topped it by finding that picture of the blonde Venus. Does she really look like that?"

"You want to know? Enough so that she couldn't say that she doesn't."

"I guess you knew that already."

"Yeah, but I wasn't sure the Venus was that much like her figure."

"But she seemed to. She didn't have to tell us that her sister's are bigger."

"Hm-hm-hmm! No!"

We smirked and broke off our conversation until we were in my room. Maybe other college couples would embrace as soon as the door was closed and they had taken off their coats. We weren't like them. Vicky just looked at me with smile and purr and began to unbutton her blouse, murmuring: "three weeks." 

"Long weeks, I replied, returning her smile and humming. As we were stripping off our underpants, she murmured: 

"You know what I want to do first."

"Mmmm! And then what you want me to do."

"And then . . . Hm-hmm! You already cleared off your desk."

"Just in case."

"What a coincidence!"

We did then embrace and kiss, but only kissed until my tongue was being sucked. She let me retrieve it and murmured: 

"I want to suck something else."

"Fingers, toes?" I asked facetiously, as I hopped up on my desk."

"Something else," she replied, ignoring my joke, as she stared at my cock, while she dropped to her knees. Her hand came up under my loose sack and jostled my balls. My cock was already aroused enough, that she didn't have to use her other hand to raise it, just lowering her head and sliding her tongue under it, arousing it more for a few seconds, until it wanted to get in her mouth. She moaned with a slight nod, and her lips slipped around it.

Three long weeks: I had beaten-off during them, like I assumed Tim also did, neither of us making any noise or ever mentioning anything. I thought I had better fantasies than he could have, but none of them was as good as the real thing. I could imagine how it felt and envision how it looked to watch my sister suck my cock, but it was always so arousing to discover how much better her doing it was. When I wasn't in a hurry, I took time to fantasize about licking her pussy and fucking her, but always returned to cocksucking for my orgasm. 

I soon knew why. In my fantasies, I forgot to include her aroused moans, longing moans, when my cock twitched and surged, and then her pleased moans, when she made it shoot long spurts in her throat. I had long since found that the best thing was to wipe up the drops on my chest and stomach and lick my fingers, then remembering liking to taste it, when she saved a little to share with a kiss. 

Would she this time? It didn't seem like the way her tongue was sloshing it around, savoring it. What did she do - three long weeks? Elsa must too. The way she had kissed, pressing her hips against my stiff cock, she couldn't be frigid. 

Vicky let my cock slip out of her mouth and looked up at me, licking her lips and shrugging, and said a little apologetically: 

"I just had to swallow it all."

"I thought so, and I want to swallow as much as I can."

"Hmmm! All I can give you."

As we started changing places, I replied: 

"As much as I can make you give me."

I loved the taste of her already moist pussy and loved the way it felt on my tongue. When I recalled that, while my hand was on my cock, I sometimes realized that my tongue was moving between my lips, it also wanting to recall the sensations of moving between her pussy lips, playing with her small inner lips, finding her then so wet hole, and then her firm little swelling, where it made her moan and groan. 

When my tongue now returned to her wet hole, probing, she liked that too, but then I heard an "hn-unn," and her hips rocked down, and her hands grasped my head, forcing it up and locking my mouth on her little swelling. She didn't want me – my tongue – to play around with prolonging her arousal. I didn't either; I twisted my hips and felt my cock wag. I wasn't going to be able to catch and taste as much of her pussy juice as I wanted to this way, but that wasn't as important as making her pussy squirt as much as it could. 




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I nibbled, sucked and licked. She moaned, and her hips twitched, and then her thighs quivered. Then she began to whimper desperately. She gasped, and her quivering thighs clapped together on her hands. 

"God, yes!" she exclaimed with another gasp and whimpering moan, and then her pussy juice was dripping off my chin, dripping on my stiff cock and dripping off it. Another time, I would have continued licking and nibbling, but her thighs flopped apart and drew up, rocking her hips up, and her hands urged me to raise my head. 

I rose up; my cock found her wet opening by itself, and my hips smacked up against hers. She gasped and moaned sharply in response to feeling my cock plunge all the way into her tight pussy, that was then even tighter. It sounded like she was complaining about the sudden intrusion, but I knew better from the previous times like this. Fuck! Fuck as hard as I can, make her keep coming – or come again – however it was for her; just fuck! 

Uncontrolled gasps and moans, mine too; her pussy was clenching my cock tighter than my hand would. Wet, wet wet! Did she ever stop coming?! I came, and eventually came again, after several almost pained strokes, before it again began to feel arousing. When I finally did, her convulsing body had stilled. She was just gasping and groaning. I felt a little bad about having had to continue after she apparently had had all she could take, but my cock wouldn't let me stop until it had come again. 

Her thighs dropped down, hanging over the edge of my desk. I held still, feeling the aftershocks in her pussy on my cock. They stopped, and my cock was wilting, before she finally took a more relaxed sigh and opened her eyes. It took her a moment to focus and find mine. With a tired smile, she murmured: "You almost fucked me to death again."

I nodded, returning her smile. Her pussy tightened again, and my cock flopped down. She snorted softly and said: 

"It's all running down my ass."

"As long as you're still alive."

"I think so." 

We chuckled and I helped her sit up, her ass immediately slipping of the edge of my desk. I steadied her, until she caught her balance. She remarked: "Now running down my thighs." 

We went in the bathroom and washed, she having to start down at her knees. When she sat down on the toilet and peed, I used the washbasin. When I turned back to her, she smirked slightly, glancing at the shower stall, and said: 

"You wanted us to take showers together."

"Have you?"

"Hm-hmm! Before you thought to suggest it."

"What?! Really?!"

She just nodded with a smirk. I recalled our conversation and asked: 

"And did something before that?"

"Hmmm! And more afterwards."

"Elsa did, does?!"

"She kind of started it, telling me that she wished she had four hands, so that she could hold her breasts."

"And the other two? ... Oh?! There? Doing it to herself?"

"Um-hmm."

"What were you doing?"

"Same thing." 

"Hmm! I was wondering if you both did."

"Of course. Don't you ... and Tim?"

"I assume that he does too, but we don't talk about it. And 'four hands'? You held them for her?"

"I offered to, before I realized what I was saying."

"Hm-hmm! Already wanting to hold them?"

"Isn't that what you thought we would like to do, if we took showers together?"

"Yes! I've got some beer."

"Oh, that's good. Please." 

Chuckling, we returned to the room. While I got two beers, she flung back the covers and sat down with her back against the wall. I joined her, and we drank. I remarked: 

"Smaller than yours. Nice pink nipples?"

"You want to see them? Light pink, also smaller than mine."

"Oh? And you said: 'more afterwards'?"

"You want to know everything."

"You started this, mentioning showers; sounded like you wanted to tell me."

"I guess I did. Yeah, I wanted to surprise you, since we had already, before you talked about showers. I wasn't sure how you would react to hearing that we do anything together." 

"I'm not going to with Tim, but I don't mind that you two do."

"That's good. I don't know if I can tell her that you know."

"Your problem. So what else did you do? Hm-hmm! Well, I can guess; if you did – do – more, I can think of a couple of things."

"Um-hmm, probably, probably all of them."

"And she wanted to, too?"

"Oh yeah. We can do it to each other better than to ourselves, and she likes to suck my nipples too."

"As much as I do?"

"As good, at least. We like that we know what it's feeling like for each other."

"Oooh, yeah, of course. Sounds good."

"It is, but not better than with you, even if you don't know how it feels for us."

"And you don't know how it feels for me, when you suck something else, but it couldn't be better."

"Hmm! 'Something else'! You do something else, too. You know how much I like that."

"You wanted her to, to lick your pussy?"

"Well, I wanted to know why you like to lick mine."

"I bet she was surprised."

"Yeah, when I told her that you liked to do that, but then she was curious how, and I told that you were sometimes down between my legs – like at the desk – or wanted me to sit on your face, and that sometimes we curled up together. She suddenly realized how that would be for me, and didn't want to believe that I sucked 'something else'."

"Hm-hm-hmm! I bet she was surprised, shocked."

"Yes! Didn't believe normal people do that."

"Maybe we aren't normal. Anyway, then you did, she let you?"

"And then she did too, curled up together, just couldn't resist, after I started."

"Hmm? Sounds like she's just as 'normal' as we are. Hope she liked it."

"Very, both ways!"

"Hm-hmm! Probably don't have to ask what you did last week, instead of going to the movie with me."

"No! As soon as we were back in our room."

"That's why she suggested forgoing the moving?"

"I don't think so. I didn't, when she said that."

"But then, after kissing me and touching my cock?"

"Then, maybe. Did she feel it?"

"Oh yes, a little surprised, but then pressing her hips against mine."

"With him in between?"

"Where else? You had helped him get there. Oh, did you want her to feel him?"

"Hmm? Hadn't really thought about that, just want to, myself, and liked that he needed a little help to be more comfortable."

"More uncomfortable. I went back to the dorm. The lights were off in our room, but that didn't mean that Tim and his girl weren't here. But then someone told me that they had left."

"That's good. So you could make him more comfortable?"

"After kissing you both that good? Of course."

"Hm-hmm! That's good! Thinking about me, Elsa?"

"And the Venus."

"Almost the same as thinking about her."

"You want me to have?"

"Why not, if she likes to kiss you that good?"

"You don't think ...?"

"That she wants to sleep with you?"

"Something like that."

"I don't know. Oh, after you had mentioned showers, I told her about that. She liked the way you had explained why girls would enjoy it, and I told her that you had said that you would like to watch us."

"You did? And?"

"The next time we had one, I pulled back the curtain and exclaimed: 'Oh, he's watching!' She blushed and held her hands in front of her, like some statues of Venus. Pretty! So I figured that she could be, at least, thinking about your seeing her naked."

"She must have, after you found that picture in the book."

"I kind of wanted you both to."

"You want me to see her naked? Not just see her?!"

"Why not, if she did?"

"You really want us to?"

"When I can't, in two weeks."

"Have you told her about this?"

"Well, told her that it's better with you, that she should know that it can be, should be, after her just one, bad experience. Yeah, I guess I really want you to."

"This crazy!"

"She says that too." 

"You have been talking with her about this 'crazy' idea of yours."

"Yeah, doesn't seem so crazy to me. And she keeps asking, saying: 'you really want us to'."

"You've been talking a lot." 

"Well, it sounded to me, when she keeps saying that, that she's just repeating it to avoid admitting to herself that she could be changing her mind, or that she needs some additional argument that would change it."

"Hmm?! Like what? Like telling her that I want to see if she really looks like that artist's idea of Venus?"

"Hadn't thought of that. Don't you?"

"Wouldn't anyone?"

My sister nodded with a grin and drank again. I also drank, admitting to myself that, of course, I would like to see Elsa naked, and not just see her, knowing how she kissed, and knowing that she liked to have her breasts – her "pale pink" nipples – sucked and enjoyed having her pussy licked – even if we didn't do more. Oh, she also liked that Vicky could move her fingers in her pussy better than she could herself. But did my sister really think Elsa would agreed to a date with me by herself, knowing something like that was supposed to happen?! 

I drank again, thinking that even if that she did, it would be a very, extremely strange event. Vicky also drank, then asked: 

"What are you thinking?"

"That she won't, that you can't talk her into seeing me alone, her knowing what all this is about."

"Maybe you're right. It would be very funny."

"That's not the word for it; crazy! You really want us to?"

"Hm-hmm! You two have that phrase in common. Hm-hmm! Say it again, and I'll believe you just want something to change your mind."

"Like what?"

"Well, you don't really have to do it, just meet and see what happens."

"In two weeks, when you can't?"

"What I was thinking. Oh, does Tim want the room next weekend, now taking turns?"

"He hopes he does."

"And then you can have it?"

"Hmm? My last chance to upset your scheme; I can tell him that you – we – can't."

"But if she wanted to?" 

"I could still claim that he needs it."

"You wouldn't want to do that, if she wanted to."

"Show me her Venus-like body? What's he or others going to think, if they see me just with her?"

"That you have good taste, are very lucky."

"You really want us to."

"Hmmm! You said it!" she exclaimed with a grin and emptied her beer. Automatically, I tilted my can up and finished mine. She grabbed my can and dropped both cans on the floor. She looked at me with chuckling moan and demanded softly: 

"Show me what you'd like to do with her, what she would like: suck my breasts, and then lick my pussy, and then let him do what he wants to do. She'll like it like that too."



A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 04



This will be quite short chapter, since the sequel will be a "stand-alone" story with a different name. Readers will understand by the end of this chapter. By then I will know the name of the sequel.

The story continues, the siblings Vicky and Milt sitting naked on his bed after her having sucked and his having licked, and then fucking. Her first comment afterwards was that he had almost fucked her to death again. They have been talking about her idea that he should sleep with her roommate, Elsa.

*****

"You really want us to," I said.

"Hmmm! You said it!" Vicky exclaimed with a grin and emptied her beer. Automatically, I tilted my can up and finished mine. She grabbed my can and dropped both cans on the floor. She looked at me with chuckling moan and demanded softly: 

"Show me what you'd like to do with her, what she would like: suck my breasts, and then lick my pussy, and then let him do what he wants to do. She'll like it like that too."

She gave me a shove to lie down. As I did, it registered that she had said "She will," not "she would." Had Elsa already agreed to her plan, and my sister was just making it sound as though Elsa were still undecided? I had to forget that; she was lying on me, one of her nice nipples over my mouth. 

I sucked and nibbled on it until she complained and made it pop out of my mouth. I was more gentle with her other one, admitting to myself that I might have wanted to overdo it on the first one to get back at her with my thought that she could have been misleading me about Elsa's indecision. Or had Elsa asked Vicky to convince me to sleep with her?! I had to forget about that, when Vicky raised her shoulders and clambered up over me and planted her pussy on my mouth. 

Was Elsa's any different? I wanted to find out, but now to enjoy my sister's and make her enjoy it. I did, and she did, and my mouth captured more of her warm pussy juice than it had before. Did - would - Elsa moan like that and squirt as much? Vicky was clambering back. Before I could, she had her hand on my cock and was finding her wet hole. We both moaned, as she lowered her hips, and it sank deep in her tight pussy. It clutched my cock, making it surge. 

She relaxed on me, and murmured: 

"Sometimes she also comes that wet," and licked around my mouth, then adding: 

"And tastes as good," and then we kissed. 

With her tongue in my mouth and my cock in her pussy, I couldn't think about anything else. I grasped her ass, my fingers immediately creeping closer to her asshole. She tightened the cheeks of her ass, then relaxed them with chuckle in her throat, inviting my fingers to creep further down in the cleft between them. With a slight nod and encouraging hum, she waited for them to find it. It tightened under my finger tips, and her pussy squeezed again. A finger tip probed, and both tightened again. She murmured: 

"Do it. We haven't yet."

She held her hips still, until I had, but encouraging me with a moan each time her asshole relaxed and let my finger probe deeper. She moaned louder, when she felt that I could wiggle my finger tip in her. Then she began to rock her hips, and I moaned in response to the slight movement on my cock and wiggled my finger tip some more. She responded with chuckling moan, and we just did that for short while, exchanging moans, until I couldn't hold my hips still. 

The arousing sensations of her slight movement and the clutching of her pussy on my throbbing cock were too arousing, I couldn't control my hips. After they twitched a couple of times, making us both moan, she nodded and raised her hips. We began to fuck, my hips jerking up to meet hers, dropping back, when she raised hers, long strokes of my cock in her, her hips rising up until it almost came out, but it didn't. We were so good at this, so fucking good at this! 

My finger was deeper in her, but I wasn't aware of that until after we came. My hand had been encouraging her hips to slap down on mine, and it must have just probed deeper each time they jolted together, the many times they did, until I grunted and felt my cock's long spurts in her pussy. Her thighs quivered and clasped together on me, and my pubic hair was flooded with her pussy juice, as she gasped and whimpered. We had done it again as good as it could be! 

When our hips stilled, she slumped down on me, our stomachs heaving as we recovered. When she rocked her hips from side to side to extend her legs, my cock slipped out, and I drew my finger out, realizing then how deep it had been in her asshole. She nodded slightly with a soft "um-hmm."

If she had liked it, I thought, then remembering her last words, that she and Elsa hadn't yet. And before that, she had said that Elsa sometimes also came as wet as she had. Was I supposed to know that as enticement to make me want to sleep with Elsa? I had already decided that I wanted to, but did she? Had whatever Vicky told her about me also been enticing to her? Why the fuck was I supposed to, well, fuck Elsa? Because she had already admitted that she wanted to? 

When my sister rolled off me with sigh, I remarked: 

"You really want us to," then realizing that I had been thinking about it so much, that I had repeated what I had said before, more or less confirming her estimation that Elsa's and my saying that could just be a veiled admission that we wanted to. 

"If you both want to?" Vicky replied.

"She hasn't said that she does, has she? You're not just making it sound like she is undecided?"

"No, she hasn't. Like I said before, just saying that, again and again, like you just have."

"If she does ...?"

"You will?"

"But don't tell her! Leave it open for both of us; maybe we won't. She shouldn't feel that she had to, because she had heard that I wanted to - no, just am willing to."

"Of course, better expressed than my thoughts. What about next weekend?"

"Our room? I told him he could have it. He hoped so."

"And you can have the following weekend?"

"I think he understood the idea of taking turns."

"Hmm? Like you said, his wanting it again could be a practical excuse for you. If it seems like she doesn't, then it wasn't possible, anyway."

"Kind of tactful."

"Um-hmm. Hmmm! But maybe another time?"

"You really want us to?"

"Said it again!" she replied with a grin. 

"Another four weeks? No, eight weeks; your next period will be during Christmas break.

"Maybe I can have another excuse why I can't the next weekend."

"Hmm? I won't say it again. And this coming weekend, another double date?"

"Oh! There's something at our college that you could come to."

"Neutral territory." 

"Hm-hmm! Unless the three of us end up among the bushes."

"Hmm! So you two can go back to your room, while I have to take the bus."

"We will, even if we don't kiss you like last week."

"Right, and I have to think about what you're doing, now knowing you enjoy it so much because you know how it's feeling for each other."

"Maybe I shouldn't have told you that; didn't want to give you an inferiority complex."

"Guys don't like competition, even if she looks like an artist's Venus."

"Don't think about her until you're back in bed."

"I thought you wanted me to, why I'm supposed to come to whatever it is next weekend: What?"

"Oh, it will be good, Ella Fitzgerald singing."

"Really?! That will be good!"

"Aren't we lucky that her concert fits our plans?"

"More like your plans. Oh, and then I'm supposed to suggest to Elsa that we do something the next weekend?"

"Yeah, I guess, of course," Vicky agreed.

"And she'll know why you can't?"

"Hmm? Oh, you can invite us both, and then I'll excuse myself. She'll then remember why."

"No, she won't, at least, not without immediately understanding why we two are supposed to be alone together."

"Yeah, probably. I'll have another excuse, if she is too doubtful."

"It better be good. No, we shouldn't end up in the bushes kissing again, if it's going to be like that. She would feel kind of trapped, if we had been kissing like that again, and I then suggested a date."

"Yeah, I see what you mean, kind of step back and start over - just the two of you."

"Something like that," I agreed, wondering how Elsa would react.

Vicky nodded and rubbed my ass and then said: 

"At least, I know that you 'really want to'."

"Hmm? Now you said it. I guess I do; yeah, I do, but it's still a little crazy."

"You can tell her that," Vicky replied.

We chuckled with slight smirks. I knew that girls arranged a blind or not so blind date for a girlfriend, but this was something very different, a first date that was suppose to end up in bed, more like start in bed, where I was lying with my sister, whom I had just fucked twice, who was hoping I also would with her roommate. Fucking crazy! I realized that I had murmured those words, when Vicky snorted with a grin and nodded, rubbing my ass again. 

We got up and had and went in the bathroom. She glanced at the toilet and then smirked at me and said: 

"In the shower, and like I said, if you will."

"You really want to? Pee, right in your face?"

"If you will, right in my mouth."

"Hmm! I didn't know my sister was that raunchy."

"She is, if her brother is."

"Prove it!"

"If you promise?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die," I replied with our old kids' expression.

We had tasted it before, licking our fingers, so that wasn't going to be new, but I was still a little surprised when she dropped down on her knees in the shower. I just stood there, looking down at her and waited for my stream to start. It wasn't in her face, but she quickly grasped my cock and closed her eyes. It splashed on her cheek, and then she guided it to her open mouth. As it flowed in her mouth, she opened her eyes, glancing up at me. She shouldn't have smirked; it splashed around her mouth. She swallowed and opened it again. She had to swallow a couple of times more, before my stream petered out. She looked up at me again with a smirk, then shrugged and said: 

"Guess I wanted to. Yeah, I did."

When she rose up, I knew what I had to do, and what it was going to be like. I dropped down and waited for her stream to arch out. I had to find in with my mouth. It tasted about like I remembered, and it was kind of nice feeling it flowing in my mouth. I suddenly remembered seeing a picture of a Spaniard drinking from a wine skin, the red wine squirting in his mouth. Did Spaniards think about what we were doing, when they drank wine that way? Maybe they were better at swallowing with their mouth open than I was, feeling her stream on my face when my mouth closed to swallow. 

She was snickering. When I looked up, she nodded with a grin. When I stood up, she remarked: 

"We just pee in the shower, haven't tasted it - yet." 

"Hmm? Probably tastes better, if you haven't been drinking beer, darker yellow."

"Better? Maybe we don't have to do that. I told her about it, that it was more fun with you. She then understood and said: 'like playing with a hose in the yard'."

Hm-hmm! She got the picture, just a very small hose."

"What I said."

We chuckled and washed each other. When I was washing her her asshole, she murmured: 

"We haven't done that yet, either, but when we were washing our own, I said that you and I did."

"Hmm? Still something new for you two to do, or should I know, in case we end up together here?"

"I hadn't thought of that, but you have; I hope so."

"Me and Venus taking a shower? Don't tell her I said that!"

"Tempting, but of course not."

We snickered with grins and finished our shower, then drying ourselves, enjoying watching each other. I remarked: 

"I do have to find a painting of a nude with breasts like yours."

"Good luck, but not with Elsa; she already said that she didn't want to be along for that search."

"Pity, it would have been fun to ask her if she thought I was finding the right one."

"I can imagine - your idea - the two of you wandering around the museum, whispering: 'not those, too big;' 'Those? Too big nipples;' and so on. Before or after you've seen hers?"

"If I don't, if we don't, just as something to do for the afternoon."

"If she agreed to do that with you, you probably wouldn't need to go to the museum again."

I snickered with a grin and replied: 

"If she doesn't want me to see hers, I could suggest: 'If I can't see yours, then let's go and look for ones like Vicky's.' Just a joke; I wouldn't do that."

"She'd never want to see you again, but maybe she would, if you acted - could act - like a guy who didn't just want to see her boobs."

"Are there any like that?"

"Probably ones girls wouldn't be interested in." 

We chuckled and returned to the room. I remembered that I had agreed with Tim that we would be out of it by seven o'clock, and we agreed to get pastrami sandwiches again and return to the room to eat them with another beer. We quickly got dressed. When she didn't put on her bra back on, we smirked; we weren't going to return to the room just to eat - well, maybe also to eat each other.

Back in the room, when I turned back from getting the beers, she was already unbuttoning her blouse. She smirked and said: 

"Naked Lunch," referring to the Grove Press novel.

Both naked, we sat facing each other, cross-legged on my bed, eating our sandwiches and drinking, smirking, when we saw each other glancing down at what else we could eat. My cock and her nipples were anticipating what we were smirking about. It occurred to me that her nipples had been neglected, recalling that she had said that Elsa also liked to suck them.

I didn't get to. When we had finished our sandwiches and beers, my sister hummed with smirk and murmured: 

"That wasn't enough to eat; I need something more."

"I do too," I agreed, humming, staring at what I could see of her pussy, wondering if there was a moist spot on the sheet where she was sitting. I didn't have to glance down at my cock to know that she could see that it knew what else she wanted to eat. We curled up on the crumbs and finished our meal, very leisurely. 

Like such other times, we took turns, eventually then with our fingers just tantalizing each other's asshole. Once, when I was letting her arouse me, I hoped that Elsa would let her fingers do that and want to tickle Vicky's. Then our fingers couldn't resist doing more, and we stopped taking turns. 

She didn't have to chew on what she got to eat, thank goodness! It was my cock deep in her mouth. But I got to nibble. While we were recovering, I fondled her breasts, finding both of them. Then she remarked: 

"You don't suck them often enough."

"I know, Elsa can."

"Hm-hmm! Not as often as before she discovered that she liked to do what you did."

"Can't have her mouth everywhere; shouldn't have let her discover that, if you want them sucked all the time."

"Rather have her lick my pussy."

I snickered and replied: 

"If she wanted four hands, maybe you need two mouths." 

"Oooh! Hadn't thought of that! Both of you?!"

"Ain't going to happen; shouldn't have gotten your hopes up."

"You could have played with them, while we were doing this."

"Not if you wanted my fingers to do what yours were."

"Oh, yeah. Hm-hmm! Still need more hands, too."

"Stop dreaming; it ain't going to happen."

She gave a disappointed sounding moan and nodded on my thigh. We sat up. I grinned and asked: 

"Nonetheless, I hope you're satisfied now."

"Both ways, thank you."

"Me too." 

She dove at me, pushing me back on the bed, and we kissed, briefly. Then she murmured: 

"Damn, if it works out, another three weeks without."

"And worse, then back home for Christmas, and maybe we can't."

"Hm-hmm. You still have to find a present for me, but you know what I really want."

"Fuck! Hadn't thought about that, a present for you."

"You just said it!"

She was going to have her period again during our Christmas break, but then I remembered that we had still licked and sucked, which we hadn't done during the fall semester. Then it occurred to me that we could have trouble just kissing like we had in the past at midnight for the new year, just an embarrassed smack. I remarked: 

"Maybe New Year's eve I can kiss you better than we used to."

"Not with them watching!"

"Maybe somewhere else, both ways."

"Mmmm! Have to be sure they drink enough to sleep well."

"And that we don't."

"Um-hmm!"

We got up and washed a little and got dressed. She tried to sweep up the crumbs in my bed and remade it, then snickering and asking: 

"Maybe we should let it look like it has been used a little."

Before I could reply, she replaced the bedspread with a quick fling, not straightening out. We put on our coats and left the room. Outside, she asked what the film at the cinema was. I knew it was an old black and white Bogie film, and we there. Waiting to buy tickets, I mentioned that I hoped Elsa wasn't waiting for her. 

"She can wait," Vicky replied, and the added: 

"And let her think that we did it all again."

"She's going to ask?"

"I hope she's curious."

"You really want us to," I replied with a smirk.

Someone overheard us, and Vicky scowled with a raised finger, not raising her hand to her mouth. We were silent until we were sitting in the back of the theater. When the lights went out, I put my arm around her. She hummed, and her hand slid off the armrest between us. I was worried about what it would do. When the title of the film lightened the darkness, I saw that the couples on both sides of us were also closer. "Sabrina," with Bogie and Audrey Hepburn. I liked Audrey. 

My sister's hand was in my lap. When a brighter scene flashed on the screen, I noticed that the adjacent couples were sitting like we were, one of guys with his hand dangling over the girl's breast. Just dangling, when it was lighter for a moment, I wondered. After that, my hand wasn't just dangling, and Vicky's wasn't just resting on my lap, not after my cock slid up my thigh. I squeezed her breast, and she squeezed my cock, and we watched the film.

At some point, Vicky whispered: "Her figure is better;" but it only confirmed what I was already thinking, charming as Audrey was. Without glancing over, I felt that the couple next to me was being as intimate, and wondered if they could imagine that Vicky and I had spent all afternoon doing everything we could. I almost chuckled, when they got up and left before the film was near the end. Maybe she had to return early, but I liked thinking that they wanted to do as much as they could, apparently not where they could, if they had started in the movie theater. I squeezed Vicky's breast, and she squeezed my cock, and we watched the rest of the film. 

When we left the theater, walking to the bus stop, she chuckled and said: 

"I couldn't have done that last week, with your arms around both of us."

"You'd have wanted to?"

"Of course. Never did in high school."

"Such a nice girl, of course not."

"Just raunchy."

"Very! And if her hand had also slipped off the armrest?"

"Hm-hmm! We'd had to fight for it."

We chuckle pleasantly. At the bus stop, we kissed, at least as good as a couple of the other pairs there, who also had their coats open with their arms inside them. The bus came. She smiled, for our kiss, and then smirked and said: "Next week." 

I nodded, wondering if anyone who might have overheard her could imagine that we weren't just planning to meet again. I returned to our room, feeling my cock slide back down again, but promising it that I was going to be fantasizing about Vicky and Elsa. 

Tim was already in our room, in bed, but with the light still on. He grinned. I returned his grin, shrugging, and he nodded. I also nodded and then told him that I would be going to a concert the next weekend. He grinned again with smirk and replied that he - no, he said "we" - were hoping so, then saying that I could have the room the following weekend. I just nodded with a smile, not telling how perfectly that fitted with Vicky's and my plan. Yeah, now it was also my plan. 




A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 04



I went to bed and waited to hear that Tim was sleeping. It wasn't yet the night before Christmas, and it wasn't visions of sugarplums dancing in my head, when I heard his slow, even breathing. Even if Elsa didn't want us to sleep with each other, I fantasized how it could be, how she would look: breasts like the artist's Venus, pale pink nipples. What was her pubic hair like, as blond as that on her head? How could her pussy differ from my sister's? She should at least let me lick it, since they did that with each other. Right at this moment?! Lucky girls! What would Vicky tell her to make her interested? Would Elsa ask how we had spent the afternoon and find that arousing? Arousing enough to immediately agree to come with me to the room? Or would we just talk and do something else? What? Not look for paintings with my sister's nice breasts. Or would she just not admit that she wanted to, and want me to talk her into it: all hers and mine - "You really want us to?"

I wanted her to, and stopped asking questions, fantasizing what could happen: kissing, of course, sucking her nice little nipples, her holding my cock. She want to see what could happen, see what my sister liked to have shoot in her mouth. She ought to want to taste it a little, knowing that Vicky liked it. And her pussy would taste so good. I was licking my lips. If she let me do that, she couldn't help but want to have my cock in her tight pussy. 

It did what it would have done there. So much, even after all Vicky and I had done! I wiped it up and licked my fingers, needing three or four wipes to find it all on my chest and stomach. If she made me come like that, maybe I shouldn't do that, or would that make her less reserved about tasting it herself? 

I sighed and rolled on my side and fell asleep. 

* * *

During the bus ride back to her college, Vicky smiled to herself, pleased with everything that had happened and especially with her brother's admitting that he wanted to sleep with Elsa. But first, she wanted to sleep with her, and wondered if she would already be in bed sleeping. Had she again done it to herself all afternoon, thinking about them? Using the highlighter, or something better? She didn't really need to do anything more when she got back to their room, just crawl in bed with Elsa and put her arm around her. In the morning, they would both want to. 

Elsa was in bed, but when Vicky opened the door, she remarked sleepily: 

"There you are. Have a good time?"

"Um-hmm. Just want to sleep with you."

"Mmmm! I was hoping so."

A couple of minutes later, Vicky crept under the covers behind Elsa and drew her knees up behind hers and found her breast with her hand. "Nice," Elsa murmured, holding her hand over Vicky's, and they fell asleep. 

In the morning, they were lying on their other sides, Elsa's arm around Vicky. Vicky was awakened, when Elsa's hand found her breast and then heard her soft hum of a sigh. She hummed in return and held Elsa's hand. It squeezed her breast gently, and then she murmured: 

"Maybe you don't want to after what you did with him yesterday."

"Hmmm? I told him why it was so good with us, knowing how it was feeling for each other."

"You did?" 

"Why not? It is."

"It is, but did you have to tell him?"

"He liked that we do, liked that too."

"Hmm? He did?"

"Well, he did say that guys don't like competition, even if she looks like Venus."

"You two talk too much about me."

"I thought that was nice, that he remembered."

"Hmm?! I'm not sure."

"I'd like that a guy thought about me that way."

"You don't need one to, you and your kissing cousin. No, I won't ask what else you did."

"Everything."

"I didn't ask."

They were silent of a few seconds, but Elsa's hand was not just squeezing Vicky's breast, catching her stiffened nipple between its fingers. Vicky hummed with a nod, then said: 

"Before I forget, before we do anything, I invited him to the concert next weekend."

"Oh? Thought you would both wanted to again."

"His roommate needs their room."

"Nice for him."

"Only fair, since he hasn't needed it till now."

"Turn about is fair play."

"Um-hmm."

Elsa's hand found Vicky's other breast and its nipple. Vicky hummed again and murmured: 

"I didn't forget ..."

"Mmmm! And want to do something?"

"With your fingers doing that?"

"I was hoping so; I only did it three times yesterday, well, again last night, waiting for you."

"About like us." 

They chuckled warmly, and Vicky scrambled around on the bed. Many minutes later, after many aroused moans, they relaxed with wet faces. Vicky remembered lying with her brother like that and reached back and found Elsa's breast, who then found Vicky's. Vicky murmured: 

"No four hands yesterday."

"No, but the highlighter. The next time I looked for something else."

"What?"

"Hm-hmm! Lots of things in the bathroom. Deo looked too big; toothpaste tube."

"Good?" 

"Not the one we've been using, the new one."

"Better than the highlighter?"

"I thought so; bigger and longer."

"Hm-hmm! Get the giant size next time."

"Oooh! Is his that big?!"

"No, I was just joking, but maybe a little bigger than the tube you used."

"You'd know." 

"You want to?"

"You really want us to! You're not telling him that I do, are you?"

"No! And he hasn't said that he does."

"But you really want us to?"

"I guess so, like I've already explained. Oh, he says that too, also that he thinks it's a crazy idea."

"Hmm? At least that's good; we both do."

"Maybe it is. Crazy things do happen."

"Hmm?! I got to go."

"Me too." 

They got up. In the bathroom, they both glanced at the toilet and then at each other with shrugs, glancing at the shower, then with slight smirks. They "went" all over each others legs, chuckling as they twisted their hips. As she turned on the shower, Elsa remarked: 

"You did that with him too, yesterday."

"Um-hmm, his small water hose."

"Hmm? I guess so, if you do everything else, playing with it too."

"Something like that." 

Vicky didn't want to tell her what "something like that" had really been. But when she was washing Elsa, when her hand was doing a little more than washing her ass, Vick'y fingers rubbed the soft spot below the base of Elsa's spine. She hadn't done that before. Elsa snorted softly. Vicky murmured: 

"We wash each other there too."

Before Elsa could reply, Vicky's fingers rubbed further down in the cleft between the cheeks of Elsa's ass. Her ass muscles tightened involuntarily, as she snorted with an "uhn!" but when they relaxed, and Vicky's fingers brushed over her asshole, Elsa just snorted again and responded: 

"Oooh! You do? Like that?"

"Um-hmm," Vicky replied, her fingers brushing again and feeling it twitch. 

"Oooh! You do!" 

"Um-hmm."

"Hmm! Feels funny. With your bare fingers?"

"Just washing, them too."

"Hm-hmm! I guess so. You do that, he does, you both like it?"

"Um-hmm."

"Hmm! Just never thought it would feel like that."

"We didn't either, but if it feels good, a little raunchy." 

"Very raunchy. Oh?! You want me to do it to you?"

"Um-hmm, but only if you want to."

"Hmm? If you can." 

Elsa did. Vicky hummed with a nod, feeling her asshole tighten as Elsa's fingers rubbed over it. Elsa chuckled and said: 

"Feels funny. I guess like it did for your fingers."

"Um-hmm, kind of like it liked it."

"Didn't want to admit that, but I guess you two know."

Vicky took that as a suggestion to rub more. Elsa let her with a chuckling hum, but then said: 

"Stop it! Making my nipples pop out." 

"Mine too." 

They both looked down at their four erect nipples and chuckled. Elsa snorted and remarked: 

"I guess his don't."

"Too small to have noticed, but he likes it too."

"Like that? His ...?"

"It usually is, anyway, if that's what you mean."

"Oh, yeah, I guess."

Vicky nodded, and they finished their shower. As they were getting dressed, Elsa asked: 

"And you invited him to the concert?"

"If you don't mind; seemed ideal, since Tim needs the room."

"Yeah, that would be nice."

"We don't have to hold hands with him or kiss like that again."

"Not here! Both of us?!"

"Could have done wonders for our reputations."

"And how?! But you can, your kissing cousin."

"Not if you don't."

"I won't, especially with your keeping telling us that we really should."

"I never said you should kiss him."

"Worse, suggesting everything else."

"Worse? I thought 'everything else' was better."

"Stop it! Even if you're right."

Elsa smirked. Vicky nodded with a grin and said that she wouldn't say anything all week. 

She managed to keep her word, despite Elsa's couple of references to what she and her brother did, after the two of them had taken turns having orgasms. Vicky just replied that she wouldn't say anything, but liking that Elsa couldn't seem to stop thinking about her brother. 

Saturday evening, he arrived, a little unsure how the evening would go. When both girls greeted him with nice smiles, however, he smiled and they went to the hall where the concert would start. They all had to sit on the floor, crowded by others wanting to hear Ella Fitzgerald. Sitting cross-legged close together, during the concert, eventually both girls' hands were on his knees. In the dim light, Vicky's slid up on his thigh, her fingers rubbing and squeezing a little. Elsa noticed, but left her hand on his knee, just holding it more than before. They all applauded after a set, and the girls' hands returned to where they had been. Not quite, Vicky's was an inch further up his thigh. 

At the end of the concert, while they were applauding again, he quickly helped his cock slide up his thigh. Vicky noticed, giving him a smirk. It was the thigh she had been holding. Elsa hadn't noticed, at least, she gave no indication that she had. 

After the concert, the girls accompanied him in the direction of the bus stop. Vicky was very apprehensive about what she would say and how Elsa would react, hoping her brother would remember to start by inviting them both the following weekend. She silently cursed herself for not having called him. She had been too concerned about not mentioning him to Elsa. She was relieved - a little - when he slowed down and said: 

"That was wonderful, the concert, and with you both. What do we want to do next weekend?"

"Both of us, all three of us?" Elsa asked, glancing at Vicky.

"I hope so," he replied with a smile in the dark. 

Vicky was relieved that he had remembered, but now she had to say something. Elsa and her brother were looking at her. She gave them what she hoped looked like an apologetic smile and said: 

"Why don't you two just have a nice day?"

"And you?" he asked with a feigned, quizzical expression.

"You know, I can't. I'd rather stay here, catch up on reading.

"Didn't know you were behind," Elsa replied, not looking at him.

"Not that much, but enough. Go on and have a good time."

Elsa glanced at him, almost with a scowl. He said: 

"That would be nice too, just with you."

"If you really want to?" she replied. 

The three of them almost managed to suppress their expressions at hearing her say that. She quickly added: 

"I didn't mean it like that." 

They all broke out in laughter. Elsa was blushing, but it couldn't be seen in the dark. When they had caught their breath, he said: 

"I'm sure you didn't."

They all nodded with smiles, and he said: 

"Then you'll come? We can do something else, anything you want."

Elsa nodded with a smile and replied: 

"Okay, the science museum; no paintings there."

"The science museum and dinner."

"If you insist, and promise that no one will want to borrow me."

"I insist, and I won't."

They all smiled. Vicky murmured: 

"No kisses, even if we want to."

Her brother and Elsa chuckled and nodded with smiles. He asked what bus she would be taking, and they parted. The girls went to their room. On the way, Elsa suddenly asked: 

"You really want us to?"

"He said that he understood that you didn't mean it that way.

"I sure hope so!"

"He said it," Vicky replied, innerly smiling to herself. 

Neither of the girls mentioned him the following week. 

* * * 

On the way alone to the bus stop, I didn't know if I should grin or be worried about how it would be to meet Elsa. Would she, wouldn't she "really want to"?! At least, I had disarmed her having used the expression that my sister had said that we both used. Whatever, it would be a nice day; she was good company, and certainly attractive enough that no one would wonder why I was dating her. At the bus stop, I admonished myself for that egotistical thought - but she was attractive, the artist's impression of how Venus could have looked. Could she have been blond? I thought most Greek girls weren't, but maybe that made a blonde Venus especially attractive in their eyes. Oh, but it was an Italian artist, and his favorite model. Elsa had known that. If he thought Venus should be blond, I did too.

During the week, of course, I wondered what the girls were doing, if Vicky was getting any more "You really want us too?" questions, and how My sister might reply. Towards the end of the week, I remembered that her period had started, that they probably weren't doing anything together. Then I realized that I should have rubbers, just in case Elsa did really wanted to. 

Saturday morning, when I put fresh sheets on my bed, I wondered if I should put the rubbers under my pillow, but then decided that I didn't want it to appear that I had been anticipating too much and put them in my toilet kit, as though I just always had them somewhere. With the same thought, I didn't buy beer in advance. If we did go to my room, if she agreed to, it would look better if I then suggested getting a six pack. With butterflies in my stomach, I went to meet her at the bus stop.

*****

As mentioned at the start of this chapter, I think readers will understand why it ends here. The sequel will have the title "Elsa: will she or won't she?" I will admit that I hope the new title will attract readers who have not been following this series. There will be a long introduction to put them in the picture, which you can skip. 

Some readers may wonder if Ella Fitzgerald actually gave a concert in a women's college. She did, I was there, but - unfortunately - not with anyone like Vicky or Elsa. Also unfortunately, it will be two weeks before I can post the new story.



A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 05



It will be difficult to understand this chapter, if one hasn't read "Elsa: Will she, or Won't she?" the sequel to chapter 4 of this series. Elsa will, obviously. She did with Milt, much more enthusiastically than she or her roommate, Vicky, or Vicky's brother, Milt, anticipated. 

Elsa is now on the bus back to her college, delighted with everything she had done with Milt, but not sure what to tell Vicky, who is having her period, also about whether to tell her that Milt has admitted that he and Vicky are siblings, not just cousins, as they had been claiming. 

 *  *  * 

On the bus back to her college, Elsa smiled to herself and squeezed her thighs together, enjoying her wet panties from kissing Milt and their fondling each other before the bus arrived. She snorted with the thought that her panties were only now wet after all she had done with with Milt, smiling to herself again. Maybe they had been moist, before she got in bed with him, without her sweater and bra. 

During the bus trip to his college after lunch, had she really imagined that they wouldn't do anything? She had, but, as she now admitted to herself, only because she couldn't envision how they could start. She grinned to herself: they had gotten around that, even if they had needed two beers. 

What was she going to tell her roommate, Vicky, whom she now knew was his sister, not his cousin? Tell her that too? Could she fib that they had just gone to the science museum and not done anything? There wasn't anything they hadn't done! Her thighs clamped together again. 

As she got off the bus, she was still undecided: try to lie and let Vicky think they hadn't, and let her maybe keep encouraging her to? Or proudly tell her that they had? She was proud, so pleased that she had done everything they could, had sucked his cock and liked doing it and tasting it. 

Still undecided, she opened the door to their room. Vicky immediately turned and greeted her, asking: 

"And did you?"

"We went to the science museum."

"You did?! You didn't! You look too self-satisfied. Hmm! Like the cat that ate the canary."

Elsa smiled wryly and replied: 

"Not the canary."

"You did that ... too? His ...?"

"Wasn't going to tell you. He suggested I wait until after your period, when we can together."

"Hmm?! Thoughtful of him, but then I won't want to hear you talking."

"Me neither, you either," Elsa agreed with a grin."

"Shit! You must have done everything!"

"We did."

"Tell!"

"Mmmm! Only if you don't interrupt me."

"Try not to."

Elsa had taken off her coat and sat on her bed, now grinning. Vicky repeated: 

"Tell!"

"Could take all evening."

"All the better, more reason to start."

Elsa began from the beginning. 

[Have to read that story. Here, just Vicky's interjections, unless Elsa responds to them.] 

Vicky interjected: 

"Oh, Hm-hmm! Like that. You really didn't think you were talking about what you wanted to do?"

"And then you just jumped in bed with him?"

"Oh, I'm so glad it was so good. Good boy, Milt."

Elsa nodded, but took a deep breath, then murmured: 

"He told me. I don't mind."

"Told you what?"

"Cousins, siblings, a couple of things you've said."

"Oh?! You asked? You don't mind?"

"Why should I? Just makes more sense now."

"Hmm? I guess it does. Yeah, siblings."

"The best ones I know, both of you."

"Sounds like you really know us both now."

"I will 'know' him, if you let me continue."

Vicky did, listening with chuckles, nodding and grinning. Then she asked in surprise: 

"You wanted to do that too?! All the way?!"

"Maybe I would have, but he told me that if I liked it, I might never see it, and if I didn't, I might never want to do it again."

"Um-hmm. So you didn't taste it? Did you like to do it?"

"Mmmm! Of course! Well, maybe not 'of course,' but I did, like you do. And then – wow! - it shot all up on him."

"He was right. I don't think I've seen it, since I did it to him with my hand the first day. And then?"

"Yeah, he held my hand and helped me, and then licked his fingers." 

"Suggesting you taste it?"

"Yeah, he said he does, after you kissed him the first time."

"He does. And then you did?"

"Sure tastes strange. Hm-hmm! I made him promise to let me do it again."

"And you did?"

"Much later, after a nap."

"Mmmm! 'Much later', and before the nap?"

Elsa continued her story with all the details she could remember. Vicky interjected: 

"I bet he likes how good you taste as much as I do." 

"Oh! He did that with his finger? I've been trying not to."

"You can now. I will too. It surprised me, of course, but then felt good. Hmm! And even better when we were fucking."

"Never heard you use that word before."

"No, but what else, now that I really have?"

"If you did again, you sure have. Tell!"

"And I've been trying to study and not wonder what you two were doing."

"Fuck! You really did! Like we do, coming twice. I was wondering ... Well, of course, then that way too, if he could use his finger."

"More than before, and I wanted it."

"Don't have to tell me. Bet you needed the nap after that."

"We did. Kind of funny; when I woke up: at first I thought it was your arm around me."

"And he thought his was around me?"

"Um-hmm."

"Nice of you both to think of me."

"We did, that we owe you a lot."

"My pleasure, except for all my wondering this afternoon."

"Sorry about that. Hm-hmm! We joked about it's being your fault, but then agreed that it was the covers' fault, letting me want to take off my sweater and bra."

"And you really didn't think you wanted to?"

"Oh, by then I guess I did. Of course I did. The covers just made it easier. Of course I did."

"And 'did'! Even if I hadn't been just wondering, had known you would, I couldn't have thought it would be like that. Oh, and now, after the nap, you wanted to suck his cock again."

"Don't be so direct! But yes, I did. Oh, it was good! It is good! I loved it. Oh, we tried to avoid that word, but he used it too. We agreed that it was just about 'loving' cock and pussy."

"Your language!"

"Um-hmm! Worse! I wanted him then to say my 'cock-sucking mouth'."

"You're as wicked as I am, without his being your brother."

"Thanks for lending him to me." 

"Hmm? Not sure I should have. He's going to have to be real good to me, the next time we can."

"I hope so."

"But you probably want to again?"

"I think he does too."

"He would, if you were that good."

"'Good?' I thought I was wicked."

"Wickedly good! Next time I have my period, after the one during the holidays."

"What we were thinking." 

"You two! Wednesday night you'd better be good."

"You too! I told him that we could do it better now – fingers."

"We will! So much for studying tonight." 

Elsa nodded with smirk. Her telling had last long enough for them to go to bed.

 * * * 

On my way back from the bus stop, I tried to put together my thoughts about what to tell Tim, recalling that he was going to have seen my open bed, not just open bed, Two people couldn't have done everything Elsa and I had without its looking well used. And he would find my two towels, wherever they were, and know that we had taken a shower. At least, he couldn't know what else we had done in the shower. 

Apprehensively, I opened the door to our room. Tim looked at me with a very wry expression and muttered: 

"Guess you had a good time."

"Um-hmm. Sorry about how we left the place."

"Hmm! Didn't leave much to my imagination."

"Sorry." 

"And your cousin introduced you to her? That couldn't have been a first date."

"Not quite, we'd met a couple of times before."

"And then like that?! I thought you were going with the other girl."

"Sort of."

"Just 'sort of,' here with her every time you could?"

I took a deep breath and said: 

"She's my cousin."

"Your cousin?! Like that?!" 

He didn't have to cross his fingers to indicate what he meant, but he had. 

"Kissing cousins," I replied softly. 

"Didn't know they were like that. And then her roommate?"

"Vicky, my cousin, couldn't this weekend."

"Hmm! And sent her roommate? Sounds like a tag team. Oh, nothing against them both. What's her name, Elsa, was very nice. Saw you a couple of times with the other one, your cousin. She looked nice, too. But ...? She wanted Elsa to ..., too? Like that?"

This time Tim didn't cross his fingers. I shrugged, hoping my expression looked more relaxed than I felt, and explained: 

"They're pretty close, talk a lot. Elsa knows all about Vicky and me, and Vicky knows that Elsa only had once with a boy, and that it hadn't been good."

"Hmm? Girls talk. So she wanted ..., well, don't have to say it."

"She did."

"And Elsa did?" 

"You don't need to ask."

"I sure don't! Wish I had a cousin like Vicky, well, one to introduce me to her roommate, if she were like Elsa."

I relaxed and replied with a smile: 

"Just a cousin like Vicky would be enough."

"Don't rub it in! You're too damned lucky."

We both grinned wryly. I threw the cover back on my bed and picked up my towels. Tim turned back to his desk and the book there. I found my easiest assigned reading, a Shakespeare play, and tried to lose myself in "Much ado about Nothing," unsuccessfully. I couldn't forget everything Elsa and I had done and avoid wondering what she was telling my sister and wondering what I would hear from her about it all. 

Monday afternoon, when Vicky knew that Tim would be at training, the phone rang: 

"You wicked little brother! You didn't have to make it that good for Elsa."

"Hey! I didn't do anything, well, only what she wanted. Guess she told you. I just tried to help her, thinking you would like a good story about what we could have done, if she wanted to."

"And seduced her into wanting to."

"Wasn't that what you wanted to happen?"

"Yeah, but not quite that good."

"Your fault, for telling her so much."

"Hmm! She said it was the covers' fault."

"She really told you everything. It was theirs, just to let you off the hook, but only as an excuse to let her do what she wanted."

"It sure sounded like it, a lot, everything, that too."

"She wanted to. I didn't ask her to. If you told her how much you like to suck my cock?"

"Hmm?! Sounded like she sure did."

"She did! As good as you do."

"Her first time?"

"At least the second time. She told you?"

"Too well! No, just enthused about how much she liked it."

"Not more than I did."

"With her 'cock-sucking mouth'?"

"She told you that too?"

"Everything! Well, I can't imagine anything she could have left out."

"Doesn't sound like it."

"Even your finger." Vicky remarked. 

"That too? She liked it."

"She told me."

"Told you everything then."

"Um-hmm. At least, now we can do that."

"Enjoy yourselves!"

"Oh? What about your roommate? Oh, she told me that you admitted that we're sibling."

"Yeah, hope you don't mind."

"She doesn't. And your roommate?"

"Tim? Long story about my 'cousin' and her roommate, pretty much the truth. He had seen you and me together."

"Must have jumped out of his skin." 

"Not quite, just said that I was damned lucky and wished he had a cousin like you."

"He wants to with me?"

"He didn't say that, one to introduce him to a roommate like Elsa."

"I bet, If he knows what all you two did?"

"He doesn't, I doubt it, don't think he could."

"Poor guy."

"You want to help him too?"

"Oooh! You want me to?!"

"Not sure. Just said that, after what you wanted Elsa and me to."

"Just 'not sure'? 

"You don't – I hope – need a better experience, like you thought Elsa needed."

"No! No! But if he does ...?"

"Want me to ask him?"

"Oh! Elsa is back."

She hung up, and I did, having to wonder if my sister was really contemplating the possibility of sleeping with Tim. She hadn't met him, but he had seen her, and I had the impression that he and the girl on the track team had broken up. He hadn't suggest that he could need our room for a couple of weeks.

When we were back together in the evening, he smiled wryly and said that he supposed that I would want our room on the weekend: "with whichever of them." 

"My cousin," I replied.

"Guess so," he replied with another wry smile. 

Remembering the way the conversation with my sister had ended, I suggested: 

"You can meet her at dinner, like you did Elsa."

"Knowing how you spent the afternoon?"

"Don't have to think about that."

"Hmm? I'll try to forget. Hmm? If I can't, maybe I won't." 

I called Vicky the next day, confirming that we could. She moaned on the phone and replied: 

"You'd better be good, now that I know you can be just as good with Elsa. Oh, good luck, she'll have her period; can't be too envious."

Early Saturday afternoon, I met Vicky at the bus stop, wondering how much better I could "be good" with her. When she got off the bus, she didn't just smile, grinned, smirked. When we were away from others, she grinned again and murmured: 

"A cock-sucking grin, just to let you know what I want to do."

"Kind of thought so," I replied, also grinning.

I had already anticipated that we would start that way: cock-sucking, then pussy-licking, and then fucking – but more and better than before? That seemed unlikely. In my room, when I took her coat, she immediately began to pull off her sweater. Before I had hung up both our coats, she was already stepping out of her skirt, and I recognized that she hadn't been wearing a bra. I hurried to catch up with her. She was already naked, when I was stepping out of my shorts, catching my socks at the same time. She gave me a glance, and said: 

"Clear the desk!" 

She did, shoving my books to one end of it. She dropped to her knees, reaching out between my thighs before I could hop up on the other end of my desk. When I had, her hand came up under my balls, jostling them in my very loose sack. This wasn't anything about affectionate love-making, I thought, not that sex with my sister ever really was, maybe had been a little with Elsa, but not like this. This was about purely sexual arousing satisfaction – orgasms. 

I watched my still soft cock disappear in her mouth. It didn't have the charm of watching Elsa's doing for her first and second time, knowing that she had been venturing to do something she had never done before, daring to, and then so playfully, tonguing my foreskin, before she let it slide back and licked my cock where it felt most arousing. 

My sister's tongue was already there, before my cock was fully aroused. Then it was, and I forgot about how Elsa had sucked my cock. I moaned, not intending to encourage my sister, but she also moaned, glancing up at me, almost chuckling, as she sucked and licked. She wasn't going to prolong my pleasure, postpone her own, by stopping to suck one of my balls. I could have wanted her to, but remembered that she was eager for me to do everything I could to satisfy her, even if she and Elsa had licked each other's pussy with their fingers doing more than they had till then. 

Then I had to forget about that again; my sister was bobbing her head, my cock almost in her throat. She wanted me to come, wanted my cock to shoot all my semen in her mouth. My sack and balls were a tight bundle in her fingers. They grasped my cock, keeping my hips from thrusting it deeper in her mouth. I groaned and then grunted. God, I loved to feel my cock spurt in her mouth, again and again! And she did too, moaning each time it did. 

Why fuck, when we both enjoyed that so much? For her pussy, was it already dripping? She swallowed, almost gulped, and stood up. No kiss. She demanded: "Now me!" 

She waited impatiently for me to hop off my desk, taking my place as fast as I dropped down on my knees between her spread thighs. She drew them up, presenting her pussy to me. Maybe it hadn't dripped, but it was wet enough to could have, as my tongue discovered, wanting to make it even wetter. 

It did. Could anything taste better than an aroused pussy? My tongue licked down below her wet hole to lap up all it could find. She moaned and rocked her hips up and demanded: "Lick it!"

Her asshole; I did, making it twitch, remembering that that was the only thing I hadn't done with Elsa. I licked and probed with the tip of my tongue, and she moaned, chuckling. Did she know that she was enjoying something Elsa hadn't? Was that especially arousing for her? It was for me. I wanted to lick Elsa's too. But now my sister's, until she rocked her hips back down again. I knew where she wanted to feel my tongue. She responded with a pulsing moan, not just one, and then with gasps and whimpering moans, as her hips ground her pussy against my mouth. 

"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed, and my chin was flooded. I wished that it had been in my mouth. I knew that her exclamation was not a command, but also knew that it was what she wanted me to do, and my cock now wanted to.  I rose up and only had to probe once before it disappeared in her pussy in one, swift thrust. She gasped, and I moaned, and I fucked! 

I grasped her thighs below her knees and fucked. She groaned and nodded, her eyes clenched shut. I fucked. She couldn't groan louder, when her pussy flooded my cock. I came, but fucked on, groaning at the almost painful sensations on my cock. Fucked and fucked, the pain residing, and she just nodded, also groaning, but not complaining, her hips encouraging me to continue. 

Fuck! As long as she wanted, as long as my cock could! Then she gasped, and her body convulsed again. I held still, my cock deep in her, feeling her pussy's contractions. Enough? But after a groan, she demanded softly: "Fuck!"

I did, and a few strokes later she convulsed again, and I held still. This time she just groaned, but again demanded that I continue. Fuck! It hadn't ever been like this before! After a few more thrust of my cock in her wet pussy, her body convulsed again. After her groan, her hips twitched. She wanted still more?! Could still want more?! I didn't wait for her to tell me; my cock wanted to come again. It did, when she convulsed again. Multiple orgasms? My sister, and I was giving her them?! With almost a whimper, her hips twitched again. I fucked. Did she know what was happening? Had she felt that I had come again? She did, convulsing with another groan. 

I had promised myself to fuck her as long as she wanted, but could my cock? It could. She had three or four more orgasms like that: her body convulsing for a couple of seconds, then her hips twitching, asking for more. I thought I had also had another one, but wasn't sure, when she finally softly cried out: "Oh fuck! Enough!"

With moan of relief, I held still. Her pussy clutched my cock a couple of times more, but her hips held still, and her legs, that had quivered during her so many orgasms, hung heavy on my hands. I supported them. When the sighs from our exhaustion died down, I drew back, and my cock flopped down. I glanced down between us. Her pussy was drooling: white streaks from my orgasms mixed with her copious pussy juice. Another time, I would have dropped down tried to keep it from dripping, not this time. 

I looked back up at her face. She had opened her eyes. She gave me a little, tired smile and asked: 

"What did we do?"

"Better not say, use that word again."

"Hmm? Yeah. I'm dripping."

"Drooling."

"'Drooling' then. Help me; I don't know if I can stand."

I let her legs drop and helped her sit up. She slipped of my wet desk, and I caught her in my arms. She nodded towards my bed. With my arm around her, we took the couple of steps to it. I flung back the covers, and we almost tumbled into it, lying on our backs with her head on my arm. For what seemed to be a minute or two, we were silent. I wasn't going to say anything; it had been her idea, maybe not an idea, just what had happened. At least, I thought, I had managed to do what she wanted, a little pleased with myself and my now very tired cock. Fuck! Four orgasms – three and half? - in less than an hour! 




A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 05



My sister just lay there, still taking long breaths. Then she murmured: 

"It was never like that. I don't what happened, just didn't want to stop."

"Um-hmm. It sure wasn't like any time before."

"Hmm? Wednesday night, when I could again, we did it a couple of times – more than twice. We couldn't wait to take turns – both at once."

"Both at once, more than a couple of times?" I asked. 

She nodded on my arm with a chuckle, replying: 

"Yeah, after the first time each, well, we just did it again, and then again, just didn't want to stop."

"Oh, and with your fingers too, now?"

"Oh yeah. Maybe that was why. She certainly didn't hesitate to use hers."

"It didn't sound like she would, when we were talking about owing your something, that at least what you both do would be a little better." 

"It was, very wet faces. Oh, we have to remember to clean up your desk and the floor. When I slipped of it, I stepped in a puddle." 

"Yeah. Puddle from both of us; I watched you drooling. It wasn't like that with Elsa, in case you were wondering."

"Hm-hmm! I know, didn't have to wonder; she told all, at least, I think she did."

"It wasn't like that."

"But she wants to again."

"If she does, can't deny that I do too."

"Hmm! I'm just your sister; can't tell you that you can't with her."

"Best f-ing sister I have."

"Only one, but best f-ing brother, too."

"F-ed out; I came twice, not sure about the third time."

"Thanks for sticking in there." 

We both snickered. She rolled towards me, lying half on me with her arm around me and her thigh drawn up over my legs. She chuckled softly and said: 

"Only problem is that I don't know how we can spend the rest of the afternoon."

"Hm-hmm! We could get up and go to the science museum. She would like that."

"She wouldn't believe us, but I'm not going to tell her what happened."

"Just a mild version, and that we did everything she and I did?"

"Something like that. You want her to know that you two could maybe do more?"

"If she did with you? But no, just have to wait till your period in January and see what happens."

"Oh! You've already been planning?" 

"Guess we both just thought that's when we might again."

"Hmm? Boticello's Venus, I quess you would."

"Thanks for telling me that she looks that good."

"Maybe I shouldn't have, but doesn't she?

"You did; your right: she does. And if you can't – your period?

"I can't stop her, if she wants to, then. At least, you don't look like Adonis or Mars."

"Hm-hmm! She only complained that I don't have hair on my chest like her dad."

"If that's only where she saw hair on him?"

We snickered again, and her hand slid down to my pubic hairs – just that far. We chuckled. Her fingers scratched in them. Then she chuckled again, and her fingers found my now soft, small cock and very loose sack.  As they gathered up my balls, I felt that she was peeling my sack from my thighs. When her fingers cupped around under my balls, she snorted softly and murmured: "Sticky."  

"Um-hmm, you know why, and why we don't know what else we can do."  

"I guess not. I just like to hold them."

"Hmm? Hm-hmm! Probably not just mine?"

"Probably. Why not, if you let Elsa hold yours too?"

Her fingers jostled them in her hand. I agreed: 

"I did, but you wanted her to, wanted me to let her."

"Um-hmm. Oh? Did Tim say anything about us, all three of us?"

"No, thank goodness. Don't want to know what he might be thinking, however. Oh, I told him he could meet you at dinner, like Elsa did."

"After knowing what we've been doing all afternoon?"

"His question too. Told him not to think about it. And we haven't been doing it all afternoon."

"Same thing, already done so much that it doesn't make any difference. And you want him to meet me?"

"Just thought it fair, after all I had to tell him. He's seen us together, knew Elsa wasn't you."

"And I'm suppose to know what else he said?"

"Don't you think about it either."

"Hmm? Try not to, since you've told him we'll be at dinner."

I nodded and rubbed her back, and she fondled my balls and cock. Then I had a new idea: 

"Ha! We can tell him that we had a fight about Elsa and just went to the museum."

"And he would believe it? Oh? And he could think that your ... f-ing sister – 'kissing cousin' – might be more available?"

"You want him to?" 

"Almost sounded like he wanted to, to have a cousin like me. Elsa said he was nice."

"He is, and tactful."

"You want to set up your sister with your roommate?" 

"Isn't that what you did?"

"This is crazy!" 

"What you got Elsa and me to say. No, I wasn't really suggested that."

"Hmm! Like your story for Elsa to tell me wasn't suggesting what you two might do?"

"It wasn't, really! I was more – at least, very – surprised when she got in bed in just her panties."

"Lucky you, and lucky her! I don't like the story about our having a fight over Elsa."

"We haven't had one since before 'you know when'. And we don't fight over Elsa, just both love what we can do with her," I replied.

"And she with us. Forget the story about a fight. Guess I'll just have to meet him, but we won't forget to straighten up the room." 

That left it open about how we were going to spend the rest of the afternoon. She fondled me a little, with no effect, her fingers not suggesting that they expected a response. Then her thighs twitched, and she murmured: 

"We can do that; I have to go. Shower."

When she mentioned that, I then also felt the urge to have to pee, and a shower was also something nice we could do together, especially the way I knew she expected the shower would start. She was already rolling back, not waiting for my agreement. She smirked at me, waiting for me to stand up. I nodded and returned her smirk, but wondering if she knew that it would taste a lot stronger than the times we had done it after a couple of beers. I did, having tasted my own once in the shower alone. Had she too? Had she and Elsa done this too? My sister had said that she had to go; I could taste hers first and warn her. Would it still taste a little like before, after all her little orgasms? 

"You go first," I said, when we were in the shower, dropping to my knees. 

"Going to be more yellow," she replied, smirking down at me.  

It was, of course, as I expected, and tasted stronger, but not offensive – not for me, anyway. I tried to gulp it down without closing my mouth and then licked her pussy, pleased to find traces of the way it tasted when I had been licking it before. I had grasped her ass, and she had hummed. When I stood up, she smirked again and dropped down, glancing up at me. I licked my lips and said: 

"More yellow, tastes even better, well, more."

She shrugged and looked down at my cock and held it up. I relaxed, and my stream started, also more yellow. She caught it with her mouth. Were we very strange, wanting to do this, I wondered, but there was no question that we both wanted to. I had, and she was, her open mouth an inch from my cock. Then it was in her mouth, as she swallowed the last time, holding it more firmly for a moment. Her lips pushed my foreskin back, and her tongue explore. I knew it could find traces of our fucking – hers and mine. 

Her eyes looked up at me, as her tongue swirled around the soft head of my cock again, the corners of her lips rising in smile. She drew her head back, and I helped her stand up again. With a wry smile, she remarked: 

"You're right: maybe not better, but I wanted to. Elsa and I haven't done that yet."

"Just peed on each other?"

"Um-hmm."

"Want me to teach her that too?"

"Don't know if she's that raunchy."

"If she likes fingers?"

"Hmm! Maybe? You'll have to find out."

As we started our shower, I replied: 

"I'm pretty sure Tim isn't."

"You really want us to? Oh! I shouldn't have said that!"

I snickered with a grin, nodding, and agreed: 

"You shouldn't have! Just let's me think that you might want to."

"Oh, fuck! Shit!"

I was washing her breasts. Then she shrugged with wry smile and remarked: 

"And I haven't even met him yet."

"Elsa and I hadn't either, when you started telling us that we should."

"You shouldn't have made me say that, now, before I have to meet him. Maybe I don't like him, or he doesn't like me." 

"After all he knows about you? He'd have to think you're attractive."

"Oh shit! That too! Probably think I'm oversexed."

"Hm-hmm! If he knew what you told me on the way here?" 

"Worse, what we then did!"

"I won't tell him anything – unless he asks."

"You'd better fucking not! Wash my pussy." 

I began to with a snicker and replied: 

"Maybe I should wash your mouth – those words."

"Maybe, but you wanted Elsa to use them."

"She wanted to; I just liked that she did."

"More liked the way she demonstrated what they mean."

"Oh, I had to tell her that I wanted to see her pussy, before she sat on my face."

"Hmm! Isn't it pretty! But she didn't mind." 

"Almost as pretty as yours."

"Just 'almost,' I hope?"

"The prettiest one I could imagine at that moment."

"I said 'wash my pussy,' not do that."

"Oh! Sorry! It felt like it wanted me to."

"Don't tell me; it's mine; I know how it feels."

"Then wash my cock, instead." 

She did, and my cock began to like how she did. We both chuckled softly and washed each other's asshole. 

I had been thinking that I could be only resigned to trying to do anything more, if my sister wanted to, recalling how insistent she could be. That had always been a problem when we were younger, my one year older sister always getting her way. Since we had started having sex with each other, it had been very easy to acquiesce to her. If she wanted it – any way she wanted it – I did too, not always sure I could, but I had. But now, if she thought my cock could again after all we had done? It had felt like her pussy could want to. Could my cock too, again?! 

The way she was washing it, her soaping hand making it stiffer, began to let me forget about being resigned to doing anything she wanted. The way her other fingers were rubbing certainly wasn't suggesting that she didn't want to arouse me; they were. And my fingers were rubbing her asshole the same way. They knew that I was changing my mind?  My cock definitely had changed its. 

The shower had rinsed the soap off us. My sister hummed and squeezed my cock and murmured: 

"It can. I want to sit on it. Don't dry; it might forget." 

My insistent big sister! But now I also didn't want it to forget, just hoped it wouldn't before we were in bed together again. She turned off the water with her other hand, and we rushed back to my bed, dripping wet. Had I nodded agreement to her suggestion? It didn't matter; I was flat on my back, and my cock was standing up, and she was straddling me, grasping it again and pulling it back to find her pussy. 

Maybe loving couples exchange terms of endearment when they start to fuck. We were just fucking siblings. We loved each other in our way, but not like that, loved to feel cock in pussy. We both moaned with sighs, as my cock slid into her pussy, slowly, our moaning sighs continuing until it was all the way in her, her hips resting on mine. Then she muttered: 

"I love it."

I didn't ask if she loved my cock or just loved to feel it in her – pretty much the same thing. I loved her pussy the same way, and my cock now did too. Could a cock not love to be in a pussy, any pussy; or a pussy not love any cock in it? We looked at each other, smiling slightly. I replied softly: 

"I do too," not caring how she understood it. 

"It could," she murmured and began to rock her hips. 

My cock didn't just "could," it was delighted with the way she moved on it, moved it in her pussy. This was her idea. She didn't have to insist, but I was just going to let her do anything she wanted. It was going to be good for me too, for my cock. It was being, her rocking, circling hips making it twitch and feel her pussy's clutches. This was the perfect sequel to our so aggressive and long first fuck. After it now, could maybe my cock enjoy this longer than ever before this way. Would her pussy also want to?  

I felt a drop of water on my stomach, and another – from her nipples. I wiped more water from them with a chuckle and grin and remarked: 

"You're already dripping," liking my reference to her drooling after we had fucked, and liking the light humor of my remark. She did too, grinning, then replying: 

"But not like I want to."

She gave my a cock a better churn in her pussy. We both moaned with smiles. God, we loved to fuck! Maybe I shouldn't have said anything, not if I wanted this to continue for much longer; she hummed with a nod and another churn, and reached down and began to rub herself. 

Was it going to be like that again, her making us both come, and then dropping down on me and wanting to really fuck, riding up and down on my cock? She thought she could come again? Of course, she could, but I too? Other guys, like Tim, had a problem about coming too soon. I had one about having to come too often, at least with my oversexed – her word – sister. 

I fondled her breasts, squeezed and twisted her nipples. Her hips had stilled, but the knuckles of her eager fingers were rubbing in my hair, making her pussy clutch my cock, making it surge. I changed my mind about wanting this to last a long time. If she could quickly have her orgasm this way, we could start to fuck before I had mine and then have it. And if that wasn't enough for her, there was a better chance that my cock would still be stiff enough to help her. 

She was moaning with a concentrated expression on her face, her eyes closed. Then her hips began to twitch, and she gasped and groaned, and I felt her pussy flood my cock – and I hadn't come yet! Had I ever before hoped that I wouldn't come and been thankful that I hadn't? I was now. And now, would she want to again? 

She gasped again and moaned, her hips and fingers still, but her pussy squeezed my cock again. I just held her breasts and sighed. She moaned again, and I sighed, but only once before she started to drop down over me and demanded softly: "Now fuck!"

Just as I had anticipated; I knew her too fucking well! We fucking knew each other too well! Not "too well," just as fucking good as could be! 

I quickly wet my finger in my mouth. She nodded with hum, waiting for me to reach down to her ass. When my hand was out of the way, she dropped down flat on me, now waiting for my finger to find her asshole. She nodded, holding her hips still, waiting. Her asshole and pussy tightened a couple of time, before I could wiggle my finger tip in her, eliciting another moan and nod. It had never slipped in so quickly. 

She moaned again and began to fuck me. The brief pause, despite the milder clutches of her pussy, had let my cock recover a little. We fucked, our hips slapping together, my finger fucking too. We were both breathing hard with moans, at first, more from our exertion than from arousal. But then we began to share pulsing moans of arousal. Fuck! Her pussy and asshole were clutching harder and faster, and my cock was throbbing. Fuck! Come with me, I thought, gasping, or just come and then let me; or make me come first, and I won't stop fucking until you do. 

We did, so close together that that didn't matter. I didn't have to force myself to keep fucking any longer than I wanted to, any longer than my cock wanted to. She collapsed on me, but quickly extend her legs, and my cock slipped out. I remembered Elsa's having a cramp after we had fucked like that. My sister – my f-ing sister – had too much experience to let that happen. For sure, there was no reason to keep my cock in her pussy; we weren't going to do anything more, especially not the way my cock had flopped down. 

We lay there, she heavy on me, our stomachs rising and falling against each other. It was a minute or two before she murmured, not raising her head from my should: 

"Anyone ever tell you that you fuck good?"

"Other than you, if you have?"

"Have I? You do."

"You too, at least from my limited experience."

"Ours, both."

"Um-hmm. Hmm? I don't think Elsa said so, I just hope she thought so. Have to ask her yourself."

"Hmm! 'Does my brother fuck good?' I know you did, even on a scale that her first time wouldn't be on."

"You do too, even on a scale that includes her."

"Hm-hmm! And I have an idea of how good she is."

"Very!" I replied. 

We chuckled, and she raised her head and kissed me. Well, it wasn't really a kiss; she thrust her tongue in my mouth, more suggesting what Elsa's did in her pussy, why she had an idea how good Elsa could be. I sucked and chuckled. When she retrieved her tongue, I asked: 

"Like that, that good in your pussy?"

"Um-hmm, but you'll never know."

"Better than I do?"

"Not when I know that you're then going to fuck me."

"Not again! I'm not!"

"I don't want to either."

"That's a relief. So what are we going to do until dinner?"

"Oooh! And I have to meet Tim."

"Hm-hmm! Maybe he can tell you fuck good, if you let him."

"You really want me to?"

"He'll be like Elsa, have to think so."

"You really want us to? You haven't suggested anything to him?!"

"No! Hm-hmm! Not yet, but if you keep saying that."

"You're as bad as me!"

"Elsa and I thought it was a good idea; just took us a while to realize that it was."

"'Realize' is the right word, put it into action."

"We did. So what are we going to do now." 

"Take a long walk and not talk about it. Let me forget what Tim knows."

"University museum?"

"If they're no nudes."

"Not sure, not Boticelli's Venus. Haven't been there yet; maybe some Madonna's with breasts like yours, well, only one probably." 

"If you don't say anything," my sister replied, and we got up. 

My bed was wet, but we had dried off. We chuckled as we cleaned up the traces of our fucking on my desk and remade my bed. As we were dressing, I remembered that she hadn't been wearing a bra. I snickered and said: 

No bra, you weren't expecting that you would meet Tim."

"Oh shit! I sure wasn't!"

"Elsa left hers off."

"I know, surprised me a little, but my nipples pop out more than hers do."

"Very nicely," I replied; they had.

"And you want him to see them?"

"Not if you don't. Hm-hmm! I can try to tape them down with Scotch tape."

We both laughed. She replied: 

"Just don't say anything to make them."

"Who, me? I won't, but will be watching to see if they do."

"Hmm? As long as you don't stare and make him look."

"I won't, just don't let them." 

"As if I could, if he looked. 

Had I already talked her into wanting to sleep with Tim, I wondered. I thought I had been just joking about the possibility, but if she didn't think it was a joke ...? We left the room and started our walk to the museum. I was pretty sure that there would be nude paintings, but I had agreed not to say anything about them, well, not about her; nothing wrong with indicating that I liked them. 

I had been right, just humming appreciatively when we saw the first one. My sister gave me a frown, but then nodded. When we found the next one, she didn't frown, just glancing to see my smile. We enjoyed a couple more like that. Then we were looking at a large sketch by Ingres of an attractive nude. He had even included her pubic hair. I murmured: 

"I like her." 

"Mine are bigger," she whispered, much to my surprise. 

Her breasts were bigger, not that my sister had to tell me, but if she had? No one was near us; I whispered back: 

"They are, but the rest of her's like you, there too," hoping she understood that I was referring to their attractive little patches of pubic hair. 




A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 05



She seemed to have, nodding with an almost silent chuckle. We exchanged slight smirks and moved on. We didn't just look at paintings of nude women, of course, and she got back at me with remarks that I didn't look as good as the male nudes, once loud enough that she could be overheard. I wondered if she wanted to be, wanted others to understand that she had seen that much of my body. When she said something like that again, where we couldn't be overheard, I chuckled and whispered: 

"But maybe you wouldn't think so, if the picture showed what you want to see."

She smirked with a nod and whispered back: 

"Probably; that bit of cloth couldn't hide much, not on the others either. But we were going to try to forget about that before dinner."

"You were," I agreed, and we continued without further comments of that type.

Pleased with our cultural outing, we left the museum and went to dinner. On the way, she murmured: "I guess so, meeting Tim." 

As we entered the building, I saw that he was already there, not in the line waiting to be served, but obviously waiting for us. I didn't know if he had seen that I glanced at him; his expression didn't show that he had. This was going to be interesting, much more interesting than I had considered when I had talked to him, not knowing that my sister and I would have talked about him – and how! 

We got our food and found a table further away from others. I expected that Tim would join us before he did, but liked that he had tactfully waited, so that it could seem that he had just happened to find us. He greeted me and then turned to Vicky and said: 

"You must be Milt's cousin, probably know that I'm his roommate."

"Of course, Tim. He's mentioned you."

"You, too," he replied. 

Vicky blushed slightly with little shrug and slightly wry expression. Her nipples had popped out. I remarked: 

"Not too much, but kind of had to explain last weekend." 

Tim nodded with a non-committal expression and said to Vicky: "Anyway. Nice to meet you." 

Vicky asked him about himself, changing the topic to my relief. I let them talk, hearing a repeat of his conversation with Elsa, having to wonder what else he might be thinking. He knew too well what Vicky and Elsa and I had done in our room, when he wasn't there. Oh, and I told him that the girls were close. Could he imagine how close, if they could talk about sex so much that Vicky had gotten Elsa and me in bed together? He couldn't be forgetting how obvious that had been. 

We talked about courses, he asking about Vicky's. He finished his meal quickly and moved to get up. As he picked up his tray, he shrugged with little smile and said: 

"Oh, I can get my books and study in the library. Just give me a few minutes."

Vicky and I glanced at each other and then at him, nodding. Then she almost shocked me, replying: "Thanks. Oh, we made up his bed." 

I was blushing. Tim just nodded and winked at me and left us. Then I saw that she was also blushing - with very erect nipples. She whispered: 

"Damn! I didn't mean to say that."

"Too late! Sure let him know that Elsa told you everything."

"Oooh! That too!" Oooh! You didn't tell him about us, did you?"

"No, but I have to wonder what he's thinking."

"I'd rather not know. And he thinks we were there all afternoon and want to all evening?"

"You could have told him we went to the museum."

"You could have!"

We smirked at each other. Then I whispered: 

"But if he'd asked anything, I might have told him what we were doing there."

"Oh, you're hateful. Maybe we should have a fight, and I'll just go back and study."

"If you think you could, really wanted to?"

She smirked again with a shrug, shaking her head, then saying: 

"But he is nice, and very tactful, considering everything he knows about us."

"Very tactful, thank goodness."

"Oh, if I went back, I would only disturb Elsa's studying ..."

"And have to tell her everything," I interjected.

"Hmm? Probably, and wouldn't study."

"I wouldn't either," I agreed.

We both more smiled than smirked and got up. As we waited to turn in our trays, I whispered in her ear: 

"Still going to have to tell her everything." 

"Hmm? More," she whispered with a nod. 

We both chuckled softly at the confirmation that we were going to do more. And not disappoint Tim's expectation that we wanted to, I thought, wondering if he had any idea of how many orgasms we each could have one afternoon and evening. How many more? 

Back in the room, we found a note from him: Be back when the library closes. Ten o'clock, I explained to my sister. We started to take off our clothes, perfunctorily, nothing erotic. We could have just been getting ready to go to bed. Well, we were, but it hardly seem like in that way. When she pulled off her sweater, however, I said: 

"They are bigger, not that you had to tell me."

She just smiled. Her nipples didn't pop out, but I hadn't expected them to. As I was taking off my shorts, she replied: 

"Maybe I was wrong in the museum." 

She could have been right. I jostled my sack loose from my thigh, hoping my balls hung down a little further, now more aware of my cock. She smiled with a nod and said: 

"That's better, better than the couple of sketches and better than that statue. They're always too small on the statues, the photos that I've seen in books."

"Hm-hmm! I didn't think you looked at art books to find girls like Elsa."

"Mmmm! Don't have too, and you don't either now."

We grinned and both nodded towards the bathroom. We both used the toilet and returned to the room. When I flung back the covers on my bed, she immediately lay down with her feet at the head of the bed, complaining that it was still damp. I lay down. It was. We drew our thighs up under each other's head. 

We had started this way so often, times like this, when we weren't yet aroused, just taking advantage of the opportunity back at home last summer, after our parents returned from their trip to Europe. She loved to start with my cock all soft – it still was – and I always enjoyed kissing and licking her still closed pussy lips – like starting a French kiss - my tongue sliding on them, until the girl let my tongue slip between them. 

Her pussy lips did, and she hummed, buzzing on my still soft cock, larger now, a little deeper in her mouth, but her chin were still pressing against my hair. I licked, tasting that she hadn't washed, and she licked and sucked. It didn't yet feel arousing, but just knowing my cock was in her mouth and that she was enjoying it was arousing. My cock was wanting to get deeper in her mouth. She let it, as far as she could, and then drew her head back a little. Oooh! Not just her lips, her teeth were drawing its loose skin back. They had to let a little skin slip back, and then a little more. 

Had Elsa told her that she had done that? Had she told my sister everything we had done in so much detail? She must have; my sister's tongue was doing what hers had, playing with the fold of foreskin. Lying this way, her tongue couldn't lick where my cock wanted most to feel it, but it was almost as arousing to feel it teasing where it could. Was it bad or good that the girls shared so intimately what they did with me? 

Good, of course! My sister let my foreskin slip back, her tongue caressed and pressed the head of my cock up against her palate, letting my hips Rock and rub it where it most wanted to feel.  

I slid my hand under my sister's waist and held her ass with both hands, licking and nibbling. Like eating a big watermelon, it suddenly occurred to me, but I liked the arousing taste of a juicy pussy more than the bland, sweet taste of a watermelon, not to mention how much more delightful it was to lick and nibble a pussy and make it twitch and make my sister hum. Oooh! She was nodding her head, the rough surface of her palate rubbing my cock even better. 

"Uhnnnn!" I moaned. I wasn't clutching a watermelon to my face; my hands spread the cheeks of her ass, and the fingers of one crept to her asshole. It would have been nice to lick it, but not this time. Her fingers were doing the same. We both nodded with a hum and probed, and probed again, when our assholes let our fingers probe. 

Could there be any difference in the sensations we were feeling? Did my finger arouse her the way hers aroused me? What was the sensation like for her that my tongue was giving her? It must be as good as the ones that her tongue and sucking were giving me; both our hips were twitching. My nose was pressing on her opening and felt it move and felt my cock surge. I didn't have to ask myself if her pussy and my cock were wanting the same thing, wanting it to surge in the contractions of her pussy. I could only lick and nibble where I knew felt good for her, but not give her pussy something to hold, but her mouth could hold my cock as well as her pussy could. I groaned: Maybe even better, unfair!   

Really unfair! I came. But then she did. For a few moments, I was afraid I couldn't breath, as her pussy flooded my nose and face. We relaxed for a few moments. I felt her tongue swirling in her mouth. At least, I had been able to give her enough to savor that way. Then she drew her head back. Enough, I thought, pleased, a little relieved, beginning to wonder how we would spend the rest of the evening. Not enough! She rocked her hips and murmured: 

"Like with Elsa," and wiggled her finger. 

"Like with Elsa"? She wanted me to make come again, how many times? Okay, having her pussy licked wasn't as good as her sucking my cock, but she could come as many times as she could stand, as many times as my tongue could. 

I wiggled my finger and did my best. Many moans and two lesser orgasms later, she rolled back with a final moan. My tongue was very tired. We both sighed. She reached down and fondled my hair, then murmured: 

"Thanks. That was unfair, wanting you to do that."

"A little, but I was thinking that what you did was unfair – to you – your pussy wanting something to hold."

"Mmmm! It sure did!"

"Then only fair to let you have a couple more, even if it still did."

"You're a real nice little brother." 

"Best kind of sister, too."

"Hm-hmm! Imagine we had another one."

"Hmm? Younger or older? Oh! Maybe you should imagine you had another brother; seems like you could use one."

"Oooh! That would be nice! Hm-hmm! But if he were like you, it might be too much."

"And a sister like you would definitely be too much." 

We chuckled. I fondled her breast and we were silent for what seemed like a long time. 

I wondered if I could ask her if Elsa had told her how she had sucked my cock, but decided that was too indiscreet; kind of a funny idea, considering everything else we three knew about each other. And Vicky knew Elsa and I wanted to do it all again. "All?" What Vicky and I had done in the shower? Only if Elsa wanted to, probably only if she and Vicky had. That seemed unlikely, but everything else had also seemed very unlikely. 

Or would Elsa change her mind when she returned after the Christmas break? Had Vicky really thought I was suggesting that she sleep with Tim? Did I want her to? How could that happen? A double date, all of us kissing – not he and I – both the girls kissing us? And then each other? What would he think of that? Might explain some of his questions. What was he going say, when he came back from the library? He would be here first; what was I going to say? 

Vicky chuckled, interrupting all my questioning thoughts. My hand was still resting on her breast. I fondled it again. "Um-hmm," she responded, chuckling again, and said: 

"You were right, my pussy wanted something in it. Hm-hmm! When I'm with Elsa too."

"And? Why were you chuckling?"

"Hmmm? Be nice to have it both ways."

"'Both ways'?"

"Her licking and you in me."

"Really?! Like that, all three of us?"

"Just a wild thought; seemed that it would be real good."

"Very wild! She wouldn't, ... would she?"

"Probably not. Want me to ask her?"

"It was your idea, not mine, your wanting to have it both ways. You can't blame me."

"Just wanted to know if you would like to."

"Hmm? Of course it would be good, but it always is in you, in her too."

"For us too, but maybe just a little bit better than rubbing ourselves at the same time."

"You'd have to know." 

"Hmmm? Only one way to find out."

"Hmm! And then she would want to, if she did, about like having two sisters like you."

"Hm-hmm! I won't tell her you said that."

"Maybe she doesn't feel like you do, miss something to hold."

"She must, after all she did with you; any girl would."

"Hmm? You'll have to ask her, but don't scare her off."

"Hm-hmm! You want to with her again."

"Told you already that we both do."

"My two-timing little brother!"

"Your fault. We only joked about it's being the covers' fault to avoid blaming you."

"Kind of you, but now you are blaming me?"

"But not complaining; we liked that you did."

"I did too, especially when I heard how successful it was."

"It sure was that!"

We chuckled again, and I fondle her breast. Her hand slid down and fondled my soft cock, and we chuckled. I murmured: 

"Don't think anything is going to happen."

"I don't, just like to play with it." 

She did, pulling my foreskin back, but the head of my cock stayed soft, even when her fingers held it up and shook my soft cock. She snorted softly with a nod on my thigh and replied: 

"If it doesn't want to ..."

"You can go back and tell Elsa, just not how many times you came."

"Hm-hmm! I don't know."

We got up, washed, remade my bed and got dressed. At the bus stop, we kissed, but just to say goodbye. On my way back to meet Tim in our room, I was less apprehensive. He couldn't have any more questions about what I did with my sister – "cousin," in his understanding. I smiled to myself, thinking that he would, if he had an inkling of all we had done, but he didn't. 

* * *

The story continues with the next semester, including a brief summary of what Milt and Vicky did at home over the holidays, but it still has to be written. 



A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 06



The last two weekends before Christmas break, Milt and his sister, Vicky - or her roommate, Elsa - couldn't meet. He could only wonder what they did, wonder how much Vicky had told Elsa about how the two of them had spent their last afternoon and evening together.

When the siblings were back home again, however, they tried to make up for that. After the first evening with the parents, celebrated with something to drink, they returned to their bedrooms, only long enough to undress, then together in her bed in case she wet it. She did, his cock and balls too. 

Her period was going to start in a couple of days. They took advantage of the couple of time their mother wasn't home. When they were sure they had an hour alone, they did everything they could: she sucked, he licked, and then they fucked. After two orgasms each, they smirked with snickers and got dressed and started the reading for courses that had been their excuse for not accompanying their mother. 

Her period started. For the first two days, she didn't want to do anything, but then wanted to curl up with him for mutual oral sex, like they had during the summer. Vicky complained that she hadn't found a way to suggest that she and Elsa do that during their periods, only separated by a couple of days, when they did everything they hadn't, then couldn't. Milt suggested that she could tell her that he didn't mind licking her pussy with the string of her tampon tickling his nose. She agreed that she also wouldn't mind licking Elsa's pussy with the string of her tampon in it. 

Then, after Christmas, they could do anything they wanted at night, or when they had the opportunity during the day. Once, he hadn't understood that their mother would be away all afternoon, but Vicky had. He was seriously trying to study in his room, when she came in, already pulling off her sweater. In response to his surprised expression, she just said: 

"We can; lots of time. I want to do something different."

If his older sister said so? He acquiesced and also began to take off his clothes, hearing her explain that she wanted to sit on his lap on his desk chair. Anything she wanted, he thought and pushed it back, sitting down again with his hips on the front edge, assuming that she would know how to make his cock be so that she could sit on it. She just sucked it enough to be sure it was, rubbing her pussy, so that it was also aroused enough. When she thought it was, she snickered and rose up. She straddled his legs and guided his cock to her pussy. It was aroused enough. They both moaned, as she lowered her hips, and it easily disappeared in her wet, tight pussy. 

Not that much different from the way she sat on him on his bed, on her bed now during the holidays, he thought, holding the cheeks of her ass. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. It wasn't really an affectionate kiss: her tongue fucking his mouth, his in hers, when it could, until she leaned back and said: "Suck them." 

He could only suck one and then the other of her nipples. She moaned, as he sucked and nibbled, his teeth pressed against her breast and holding it, while he sucked and licked the stiff tip of her nipple, one, then the other one, after she complained with an "Uhn!" that he was sucking too hard. He knew, however, that she had wanted him to suck that hard; it had made her pussy squeeze his cock. His sucking and nibbling on her other nipple also did, until she murmured: "Rub me."

He knew she didn't want his fingers just to rub. They crept into her crevice. They did rub, until one probed. She nodded and murmured: 

"Yeah, like that." and groaned when one probed deeper, when her asshole let it. 

When it didn't, tightening, her pussy clutched my cock. If she thought we could both come this way, I now did too. My finger was deeper in her, letting me wiggle my finger tip. 

"Uhn-hn-hnn!" she moaned, more an aroused growl, as her pussy clutched, making my cock twitch. Her hips twitched on me. For a minute or two, probably less, that was arousing enough for me, but then not for her. Her hand thrust down between us. Its fingers scrambled down in our pubic hair and found where she wanted to feel them. She wasn't really looking at me, but smirked with a chuckling moan. 

Her fingers moved, and my finger moved. Her pussy and asshole clutched, and my cock surged. Fuck! Her pussy was trying to milk it! Before it could, however, her body spasmed, just briefly. Her fingers held still for a few moments, then moved again. A second or two later, she spasmed again. Her pussy was really trying to milk my cock, and it was wanting to be milked, wanting to shoot its white "milk" in her pussy. But not yet; her fingers were still again. She took a deep breath and then another one. Then her fingers moved again, this time almost immediately making her spasm. 

Fuck! She was in her multiple orgasm mode! If she spasmed again, I was going to come. Her fingers moved, and she did, as my hips twitched up, and my cock spurted. She must have felt it; she gave a chuckling moan. For a few seconds, her fingers were still, then rubbed again. With a mild gasp, she spasmed again, and her pussy squeezed my cock. The next time, her fingers rubbed a little longer, and her spasm last that little longer, but then her fingers stilled again, but her pussy clutched my cock one more time. 

She moaned questioningly. I wondered if she wanted to continue like that. It didn't seem that she had had everything she wanted. She hadn't. She rubbed and made herself spasm again. What was a female orgasm like: big ones, little ones, like she was having? Could she control them? I sure couldn't control mine, maybe for a few strokes, but when they happened, that was it. It seemed that she could, maybe with the experience that she could have another little one, and another, and another. With what experience: by herself, with Elsa? Could Elsa too? 

Before I had finished thinking that, she had given herself another one. Even if my cock could come like that, it was enjoying that she could. Then it was apparent that she was experimenting. After a short spasm, she had another one, when her fingers just rubbed once. After a pause, when they rubbed again, it took a few moments before she spasmed, but this time they rubbed longer than before, and she spasmed longer, gasping twice with stronger moans. I thought she was going for it, a final, better orgasm, but her fingers stilled again. After a deep breath, she murmured to herself: "Almost too much." 

Yes, she was experimenting! She took a longer pause, before her fingers rubbed again: soft gasp, spasm. Shit, fuck! Could she do it like that for as long as she wanted? My cock was delighted at the way her pussy contracted, but it almost seemed as though she were punishing herself by aborting her little orgasms. After a couple more - my cock was delighted by them and her pauses, letting it recover - when her fingers rubbed again, I murmured: "Don't stop."

She nodded with a moan and didn't. At first, she spasmed like before, but as her finger continued to arouse her pussy, all hell broke loose! It sounded like she was really punishing herself, gasping and whimpering, but her fingers didn't stop. Her body was convulsing, her hips jerking every way they could. I had to spread my feet to keep us from falling off the chair. 

Fuck! We weren't, not riding up and down on my cock, but it was surging and throbbing as much as any time when we had been. She was gasping and groaning as strongly as ever before, whimpering distraughtly. Fuck! I hoped she wanted this, despite her pained sounding noises! 

Her pussy had been very wet, but now it was flooding, more than once. It flooded again, before she collapsed in my arms, limp as a sack of something - maybe apples, not that I had ever held one. I held her, aware that I had had another orgasm, feeling her pussy clutching a couple of times more. Yeah, I had had another orgasm, known that I would, but it got kind of lost while I was experiencing how extreme hers had been. Her head was hanging down next to mine, as she sighed with long moans. If it had been that good for her, I thought, I didn't mind not having been aware of my orgasm. Her sucking my cock - or Elsa doing it - were really the best way for me to enjoy an orgasm, especially when they prolonged it by sucking my balls. Finally, she recovered, at least enough to mutter: 

"Fuck! We really did that?"

"You did, and how!"

"Hmm! I guess I did," she replied with another snort. 

She raised her head and sat up, looking at me with a slight smile, shrugging. Then she repeated: 

"I guess I did," adding: "Hope you didn't mind." 

"Couldn't have; it was so arousing to experience. Just didn't know how you could, stopping after what seemed like a litte orgasm."

"Hmm! Um-hmm, something like that. Kind of experimenting, I guess."

"Lucky you, lucky girls, if you can do that over and over again."

She smirked with nod and self-satisfied grin, replying: 

"I can, at least, not sure about other girls."

"Elsa?"

"Hmm?! You want her to, too?"

"Just to know what to expect. My second orgasm got lost in what you were doing."

"Sorry about that. Got lost for me too. I felt the first one."

"That's all right, if it was that good for you."

"Almost too good. Well, of course, it couldn't be too good. Hm-hmm! You really fucked me to death this time; I was completely gone."

"I didn't, you did." 

"Guess so." 

She shrugged again with what could have been an apologetic expression. We looked at each, both smirking slightly. Then she said: 

"But it wouldn't have happened without your cock in me."

That was sweet of her, but when she jogged her hips to underline what she had said, it slipped out. She shrugged again with what was definitely apologetic expression and murmured: 

"That's not what I wanted to happen."

"Nothing else was going to."

"Not for me, that's sure. Hmm? Sorry again, that you lost your second one."

"Lost in your wildly clutching pussy."

"Oh, it wasn't lost, we just weren't so aware of what it did." 

"Just too aware of what your pussy was doing."

"Um-hmm, like having I don't know how many orgasms."

"Don't think I counted them."

"Hmmm? But if you want, you deserve another one, for sticking in there like a good little brother."

I snorted, thinking that I did deserve another one, but not sure I needed it. She was licking her lips, very suggestively. Hadn't I told myself that having my cock sucked was the way I liked it most? After two good orgasms - the second must have been just as good - she wouldn't have to prolong it by sucking my balls. I nodded and murmured: 

"If you think I can."

"Hmm! You'd better, I didn't want to stop before."

"Just 'cause you wanted to know if you could do what you did."

"Um-hmm!" she agreed cheerfully and slid back on my thighs and dropped to her knees. I spread them, and she looked at my soft cock and slack sack, then murmured: 

"The way I like to start. Hm-hmm! Even if they're all wet still."

"More from you."

"Hm-hmm! I'm not sure."

From what I could see of what her tongue lapped up, I knew I had been right, but her tongue was finding the streaks from my orgasms that had dripped out of her pussy. One of her hands jostled my balls, and then the fingers of her other hand raised my limp cock. It disappeared in her mouth. I hummed, although it wasn't feeling anything arousing - yet - but I knew it would. She loved to suck it, and she was going to make sure that she got to taste what it could give her: my insistent older sister's having told me that I - it - had better. 

I did deserve this, and she wasn't making any sacrifice; she wanted to, at least as much as I did. I leaned back, relaxing, watching her with my whole cock still in her mouth. Were we wicked, or just very lucky, that we both enjoyed this so much? Only wicked, if anyone other than Elsa and my roommate, Tim, knew. He didn't know how good it was, but Elsa did, and we wanted to again, and my sister knew that we did. We were just very lucky. 

At the moment, I was the most lucky of us three; my cock was responding to my sister's sucking and licking., feeling my cock respond. I hummed and watched her lips slowly have to let it slip out. What a fucking - cock-sucking - pleasure, my now stiff cock in her mouth! Her tongue knew where I wanted it to lick. What was that like for her? I could almost imagine, Oh, my tongue was moving in my mouth like hers was. My cock twitched and surged. I could imagine how that felt for her too. I didn't want to suck a cock, but it was arousing to imagine what she was enjoying. 

Try to relax, I told myself, your sack is still loose, her fingers are moving your balls - can still move them. I hummed, and she hummed, glancing up at me. No, what I was enjoying was wicked, just too good, disregarding that it was my sister sucking my cock. What we did together didn't bother me in the least, as long as no one, whom it could, didn't know what we did, how we did. Elsa and Tim did, Elsa much better than Tim could probably imagine. 

What my sister was doing made me forget such thoughts. Her sucking and licking my now so aroused cock didn't allow thoughts about anything other than the sensations she was giving it, making it surge and twitch. I moaned, and she hummed again, glancing up at me again with smiling eyes. Because she was pleased that she had been able to arouse me again, or because she enjoyed sucking and licking it so much? She couldn't enjoy that more than I was, like I did, when I licked her pussy, loving to do it, but wanting it to be so good for her. 

My hips twitched up. She chuckled in her throat, and the fingers that had been on my sack rubbed down further between my thighs. They wanted to do that too? I rocked my hips and pulled the cheeks of my ass apart. She nodded with my cock in her mouth, and her fingers found my asshole. They didn't just find it, one probed. I nodded with a moan, and let it, moaning, as it did. 

Oooh! She was going to get what she wanted, maybe not as much as she hoped, but as much as my cock could give her. I tried to control my hips, managing to restrain their twitching a few times, but then gave up, had to give up. They rocked up. The hand with a finger in me encouraged them, but her other hand grasped my cock to keep it from thrusting too deep in her mouth, but its tight grip only increased my arousal, feeling like her tight pussy's holding it. I groaned once and then grunted and felt my cock spurt in her mouth. She moaned and sucked, wanting more, and got it, probably not as much as she wanted, and a spurt or two less than if I hadn't already come twice so good. 

It was enough that when she raised her head and then rose up over me with a smirk, she could let me taste some of it. When I had, and we chuckled, I asked: 

"What if I had been a couple of years younger."

"Hmmm? Can a girl rape a young teenaged boy?"

"Hm-hmm! Probably not; I was thinking about you a couple of years earlier."

"You were?! Should have told me."

"I wouldn't have known what to do."

"Maybe I wouldn't have either, but I bet we would have figured it out."

"Stick it in, but not like this."

"No, I guess not." 

"And I would have come in two seconds."

"Hm-hmm! If you say so. I won't ask how you know."

"Well, maybe twenty seconds."

We chuckled and kissed again. She chuckled and said: 

"I could have taught you to kiss like that."

"Hmm? You had?"

"Not when we were two, three years younger, but had heard about it."

"And wanted to stick your tongue in your little brother's mouth?"

"Hm-hmm! Anyone's!"

"Oversexed big sister!"

"Not really; all the girls wanted to."

"Hmm? And nobody tells the guys."

"Hm-hmm! Probably why there still some virgins."

"Not just the girls."

We both chuckled. I looked around and remembered that we were at home, not in my college room, as I had been assuming. We got up and washed and cleaned up my chair and the floor under it, also where her pussy had dripped, while she had been sucking my cock, and returned to being non-incestuous siblings - for that day. 

It wasn't like that again at home, just more like before: fucking quickly a couple of time, when we could, sixty-nine most nights. New Year's eve, we had trouble keeping our kiss as brief as ours with our parents, mine with our mother, hers with our father. I had to wonder if he would have liked to kiss her like I usually did, almost thinking that he should, that she should - why not, if we did? 

We all had had something to drink. Our parents' kiss had been a lot better than ours at the same time, both of us a little surprised that they had kissed that way in front of us, then smiling at each other, holding hands. When we all said goodnight, they chuckled softly, smiling at each other again. When we turned to our rooms, Vicky and I smirked at each other. I wondered if they wanted to do everything my sister and I did, wondered if they did everything we did. That was the first time it occurred to me that they might: Dad licking Mom's pussy; more surprising, the image of her sucking his cock? I hoped so. When we closed the door to the living room, Vicky smirked again and murmured: "If they want to?" 

We did! That was the last time we did everything. She sucked my cock, then sat on my face, and then slid back and sat on my cock. When we greeted them and each other the next morning, I hoped we didn't smile at each other the way they did. We had joined them again separately, as usual, to avoid the suggestion that we had seen each other before. 

Then we were back at our colleges. 

* * *

Vicky assumed that her roommate, Elsa, wouldn't ask how she and her brother had spent the holidays, but thought she could ask her if she had met an old friend. While they were unpacking, she did. Elsa shrugged with a nod and smile and replied: 

"A real 'old' one, from junior high."

"And?"

"Not what you are thinking. We had barely kissed back then. Just ran into each other, agreeing to a date, that we didn't have anyone else at home."

"And?" Vicky asked again.

"We kissed better, if that's what you want to know."

Vicky nodded with an apologetic expression. Elsa smirked and remarked: 

"Guess I don't have to ask if you met an old friend.

"No, of course not. Don't have to ask; I didn't. More dates with him?"

"A couple. Oh, maybe we would have done more, if we'd had somewhere to do it."

"Sounds frustrating."

"Maybe, a little, but it might not have been good; I'm spoiled." 

Elsa shrugged with a smile, licking her lips. Vicky licked hers with a smirk and replied: 

"Me too. Mmmm! And missed spoiling you."

"Hmm! I doubt it, but I did too."

They started taking off their clothes while they unpacked, what they removed joining what they took from their suitcases in their drawers or on hangers; not their bras and panties. When they came off, they looked at each other and hummed with grins. Naked, they hurried with their toilet articles to the bathroom and used the toilet, handing each other a washcloth. Vicky licked her lips again and murmured: "Spoil me."

"I wanted to say that," Elsa replied with a feigned scowl.

They both purred and hurried back in their room and fell into bed together and "spoiled" each other the best way two girls could. When both their heads were back on the pillow, Elsa chuckled and murmured: 

"I spoiled myself a little at home."

"Of course, like you did before we discovered how to spoil each other."

"Hm-hmm! At first, of course, but then better."

"Better?"

"Not just that way. Oh, that was now better than back then, thinking about you and Milt and everything we do, but even better."

"You want me to ask this time?"

"Um-hmm!"

"Tell, how, what?"

Elsa chuckled again, then thought for a moment. Then she said: 




A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 06



"One day in the kitchen, I happened to open the spice cabinet. You know the McCormick spice bottles?"

Vicky nodded. Elsa smirked, but it was too dark for Vicky to see that she did. She continued: 

"You know how they're shaped, round at top, and then at the bottom four-sided."

Vicky snickered and replied: 

"Wicked girl! I know what you were thinking."

"Um-hmm, and they looked about the right size."

"Mmmm! They do! You didn't, did you?"

"Not with one of Mom's. Bought my own the next day."

"And did? And it was the right size?"

"Um-hmm! And with the squarish base, the rounded corners sticking out from the round part of the bottle."

"Oooh! I bet! Good! You wicked girl!"

"Um-hmm, but I didn't ask what you two did."

"All we could, lots; really more wicked, I guess. And? Oh, I can imagine ..."

"I bet you can!" Elsa interjected, continuing: 

"Twisting it. That was real good, but then I almost lost it the first time, when I pushed it in all the way."

"Served you right."

"His cock is longer. I had figured that out, holding it in my hand." 

"Like you held his cock, and wanted it that deep in your pussy."

"Um-hmm, I guess so. Yeah, of course."

"But it wasn't, even though you almost lost it?"

Elsa chuckled with a nod and replied: 

The next day, I got a piece of string and tied it in the groove under the lid, and then it was, and I could get it out." 

"Clever, but you didn't want just to get it out."

"You wouldn't have either, but you had your brother to move his cock in you."

"Or me, move it in my pussy. And so?"

"The next night, I tied the other end of the string in the groove, making a loop. Hm-hmm! And then! Then I could push it in as far as I wanted with my finger and pull it out with the loop."

"Hm-hmm! Bet you got good at doing that: in out in out, as fast as you wanted."

"After I learned to hold the loop so that I could."

"But you couldn't twist it."

"When I had pulled it out enough to hold the lid."

Yeah, of course! Oooh! And that's where you would have wanted to feel the corners of the bottle rippling around in your pussy."

"It sure was, sure is. Hm-hmm! Sometimes it's difficult to hold, when it's all slippery."

"Hmm! I can imagine. Now I don't feel so bad about our having had so much fun, thinking you weren't."

"Oh, it wasn't that good, I am sure, but a lot better than anything else I could do by myself."

"That's good," Vicky agreed. 

They embraced, and one of them rolled over. They fell asleep with the other one's hand on her breast. 

The next morning, Sunday, Elsa offered to show Vicky how good her bottle felt. Vicky hummed with a grin. Elsa got it and fetched it. Back in bed with Vicky, she arouse her pussy with her fingers. When it was wet, she pushed the bottle in it. Vicky moaned, and moaned even more aroused, when Elsa twisted it. Vicky found that so arousing, that she was a little disappointed when Elsa shoved it deeper in her pussy. But then she had to moan again, as Elsa's experienced hand fucked her with the bottle, including twisting it after every few thrusts. 

Elsa's other hand was rubbing, after a few moments encouraged by Vicky's fingers, not that Elsa's could do more than they already were. Then Vicky gave a pulsing moan and insisted softly: 

"Just twist ... and rub."

Elsa did, nodding with an understanding smile, rubbing and twisting. Vicky moaned more emphatically. Then her fingers urged Elsa to slide the twisting bottle back just a little further. She groaned and gasped. 

"There!" she insisted with another gasp, feeling the corners of the bottle rippling over the most sensitive spot in her pussy. Elsa twisted it as fast she could, despite the increased resistance, when Vicky's pussy contracted. Vicky's gasps alternated with pulsing moans, sounding like she was trying to whimper and laugh at the same time. Then her body convulsed, her hips twitching up, the bottle slipping deeper in her pussy for an instant, but then they twitched down, and the bottle was again twisting were it felt most arousing for her, making her convulse again. 

Elsa was almost grinning at the success of her new toy, her hand now all wet. When she had made Vicky convulse again, she stopped twisting and shoved the bottle deeper in Vicky's pussy. She nodded with another gasp, catching her breath for a few seconds. But then her hips rocked down hard, wanting to feel the bottle where it had been twisting before, and Vicky insisted: "Again! Twist!" 

Elsa's eyes widened in surprise, but she obeyed. After Vicky's next orgasm, when her hips rocked down like that again, she didn't wait for Vicky to tell her to start again. After the following one, however, while Vicky was still recovering, she insisted: 

"Now my turn," and pulled the bottle out with her dripping hand.

Vicky gave a disappointed sounding moan, but nodded. Her pussy was still drooling, as Elsa rolled back, and she rolled forward, taking the bottle. Elsa's pussy was already aroused and wet. She held her pussy lips open, inviting Vicky to force the bottle into her tight pussy. When she had, it took her fingers a moment to figure out how to hold the loop of string, so that she could fuck the bottle in Elsa's pussy like she had done in hers. Elsa moaned and murmured: "Yeah, like that." 

Her fingers slid up and began to rub. Vicky experimented with fucking and twisting the bottle, delighted at knowing just how it was feeling for Elsa. She didn't wait for her to tell her just to twist it, and was rewarded by Elsa's appreciative better moan, and many more - like her own had been - until Elsa convulsed, like she had. She waited for her to ask for another orgasm. When she didn't, she started again, anyway. Elsa gasped, but didn't complain, and her fingers began to rub again. After her second orgasm, however, her fingers urged Vicky's to pull the bottle out of her dripping pussy. Her hips twitched again as she gasped a final time, then just sighing with long moans. 

Vicky also sighed and then put the wet bottle in her mouth, thinking it was a little larger than her brother's cock. Elsa snorted at what Vicky had done, nodding, then murmuring: 

"Enough. Don't know how you could have wanted another one."

Vicky was a little pleased with herself, that she had, that she could "take" more than Elsa, recalling her multiple orgasms with her brother. She could have "taken" more. She replied: 

"I know, wicked, wickeder than you. And maybe wicked this way; don't think his is quite as big."

"That way, too; I don't either. Hmm! You would know!"

They chuckled at their agreement. Vicky said: 

"Don't want to spoil ourselves - each other - with something better than the real thing."

"No, but it's so good, better, with you doing it."

"More reason not to spoil each other. Hm-hmm! And I wouldn't want his to be that big in my mouth."

"Oooh! No, I wouldn't either. I have to do that again."

"Me too." 

"Hmm? Could have thought you did enough over the holidays."

"We did. Just didn't want to make you envious by telling you."

"Hmm? Thanks. You would have; you have, already."

Despite their agreement that they didn't want to spoil each other, they did a couple of times the following week, then agreeing again that they were looking forward to having a real cock, the same one, Vicky's brother's. He had called and said that his roommate would away on the coming Saturday, also the following one, when Vicky had her period. By common agreement, then Elsa could spend the afternoon and evening with him again. The girls' talk about wanting a real cock wasn't just wishful thinking; they both knew that they would have one. 

Saturday morning, when Vicky mentioned something about meeting him, she noticed Elsa's wry expression. After lunch, when they were again back in their room, Vicky chuckled and said: 

"Oh, come with me! We'll surprise him; I don't want you just thinking about us and spoiling yourself all afternoon."

"You can't mean that! Both of us?! Yeah, I probably will, and think about you two. Hm-hmm! And what I want to do next weekend, but not both of us. What will he think?"

"I'm his sister, big sister. If I say you can come along, you can."

"Hmm?! He does everything his big sister says?"

"Usually."

They both chuckled. Elsa snorted and asked: 

"And what would you tell him to do? This is just impossible."

"I don't know. Something will happen; just improbable."

"You can't really mean it! Very improbable!"

"Now I really mean it; just to see what happens."

"Less for you, if I did anything with him."

"You would, he would. He will! Just come along." 

Elsa shook her head wonderingly, but quickly changed, washing her pussy before she put on clean panties. 

* * *

When Tim and I met again, he smiled wryly and said that I was too lucky, that he had track meets the next couple of weeks. A week without sex with my sister seemed very long after all we had done together at home, but then it was the weekend. On the phone, agreeing when her bus would arrive, it had sounded like she felt the same way. Then I recalled that she was back again with Elsa, that they had probably been making up for what Elsa had probably missed - but not like I could with her, knowing that the following weekend my sister would have her period. We all knew what that meant, that Elsa and I could do anything, everything we wanted. Variety is the spice of life; a second time with Elsa would be delightful, especially now that I knew she wanted to do as much as I did, do everything that my sister did with me. 

Friday night, I was torn between saving it for my sister or entertaining my fantasies. I gave in to the fantasies, not sure which of the girls was doing what, but it was good and let me then sleep. 

Saturday morning, I put clean sheets on my bed and laid out my second towel. I got a cold six pack, then doubling over it the towel for my sister. We knew what we were going to do; I took off my pants and shorts and washed my ass again. I put them back on and went to meet her bus. 

As she stepped off the bus, she grinned, smirked, more than I expected. Then Elsa stepped down, with an uncomfortable expression on her face. Before my sister said anything, Elsa said: 

"This wasn't my idea."

It certainly hadn't been mine either, but we walked away from the bus stop, letting the others go ahead. When we were alone, Elsa scowled at Vicky. She shrugged with a slight smirk and agreed: 

"No, it was my idea; almost had to drag her along."

"You sure did," Elsa agreed, now with a more bemused expression, shrugging.

"Just 'almost'," Vicky replied with a smirk, the adding: 

"Told her there was no reason for her to sit in our room and wonder what we would be doing."

Elsa smiled at me and replied: 

"Worse, I would have known."

I nodded with little smile and agreed: 

"I hope so, probably. Nice that you came along."

"Not sure about this, very 'not sure'," she replied with a wry smile. 

My sister remarked: 

"I talked her into it." 

"You sure did!" Elsa agreed, then giving me another wry smile. 

"It wasn't my idea either," I replied. 

She gave me a small smile. I wondered how my sister thought this could work out. After a week not together, I could envision everything she might want to do. It didn't seem like that left much space for Elsa, and Vicky assumed that I could satisfy both of them? My fucking insistent sister! She replied: 

"Told her that we had done so much at home, that she shouldn't have to wait till next weekend."

Elsa shrugged with a nod and a small, apologetic smile. We were near my room, close to people who could overhear us. Without more remarks, we entered the room and closed the door. Elsa looked around, again with an uncomfortable expression, muttering:  

"I don't know about this."

"I don't either," I agreed, very honestly.

"Now I don't either," my sister remarked. 

Elsa and I gave her wry smiles, and I said: 

"It was your idea."

"Guess I thought it would just be like with us."

"How's that?" Elsa asked.

My sister and I exchanged glances. We knew: just take off our clothes, get naked, and do the first thing that came to mind. We couldn't tell Elsa that. She snorted at our silence, then after a moment said: 

"We're just suppose to take off everything, and ...?"

"I guess that's what Vicky meant," I replied.

I got a dirty glance from her. Elsa nodded with a smirk at Vicky's discomfort. I tried to defuse the situation, remarking that we could have a beer. When I recognized that I had said: "a beer first," both girls snorted softly and then nodded. Did they make the connection between my having insulated the six pack with a towel, and how else I had assumed it would be used? Would all three of us - eventually - need a towel? I didn't have three.

I got us three beers, not glancing at the girls, as I removed and replaced the towel. Were we all going to sit on my bed with our beers? Vicky did, but when Elsa sat on my chair, I got Tim's and sat on it. If Elsa had come along, I couldn't sit with my sister and leave her out. We drank, exchanging slightly wry expressions. Apparently, even my sister hadn't anticipated this situation, having another sip. Elsa and I also had one. A pregnant silence. Then I chuckled and said: 

"Like with Elsa, I could start a story."

Both girls nodded with smirks. That was nice, but I really didn't know how it would start. After another sip of beer, I said: 

"Don't think we would all just take off everything and then ... But I guess somehow we would, since you're both here." 

They nodded with wry smiles, waiting for me to continue. Then my sister suggested: 

"Maybe you could help Elsa; I can take mine off by myself." 

"Hmm! You would," Elsa replied with a scowl, but I saw that her little nipples had popped out. If she was wearing a bra, it wasn't one that concealed that. Was she or wasn't she? But they were waiting for me to continue, to say what? What could the three of us do together? 

"If she let me," I agreed, giving Elsa a glance. 

Her expression suggested that she wouldn't object. Better, she then smirked and asked: 

"And who is going to take yours off."

"Me!" my sister immediately answered, hiding her smirk with a sip from her beer. 

Elsa and I also drank, our eyes smiling at each other. Of course, we all knew that we were going to do something, just not sure how to start. But then what, when we got our clothes off? What could I do with both of them? One of them wasn't going to just watch. Oh, it would be interesting to watch both of them do what they did, but they weren't here to do that. We all smiled at each other and drank again. Then my sister plucked at the hem of her sweater and said: 

"If we're going to, someone has to start." 

She set aside her beer and began to gather up her sweater. Elsa gave me a surprised glance, and then we both watched my sister's breasts appear. I had been pretty sure she wasn't wearing a bra. As often as I had seen them and done everything I could with them, it was still a little arousing to see her suddenly showing them to me, to Elsa and me, while we had all our clothes on. It was a little arousing for her too; her nipples were stiff. She smirked at us, apparently enjoying what she was doing.

Then her head disappeared in her sweater, and her breasts moved attractively, as she raised her arms to pull it off. I glanced over and saw that Elsa was also looking at them. She caught my glance, and shrugged with an apologetic expression. I smiled with a nod and murmured: 

"We both like them, why not? I like yours too, just as much."

What kind of bra could let her nipples pop out even further? She glance down at them and then at me, wrinkling her nose and shrugging. As she moved to take off her own sweater, she murmured: 

"You too."

I started to unbutton my shirt, watching her. She crossed her arms and began to pull it up, hiding her face. I stared, waiting to see if she was wearing a bra. Her arms move higher, she was, but one I hadn't thought she owned. What was the word - diaphanous - hardly concealing her sweet, pale pink, stiff nipples . My sister's sweater was off. As Elsa's face reappeared, Vicky got off my bed. Elsa was blushing slightly, giving me a little wry smile, when she saw my eyes shift from her breasts to her face. Then she glanced at Vicky, and I did, seeing that she was loosing the waistband of her skirt. Elsa murmured: 

"I guess so. Then you too; this is a little embarrassing." 

It was for me too, feeling that I had been caught as a voyeur, watching two girls getting undressed. I stripped off my shirt and stood up. Elsa nodded and also stood up, blushing as she reached back and unhooked her bra. Vicky had disappeared from my view, I assumed to put her clothes on my desk. Elsa avoided my eyes, as she turned and dropped her bra, but then she didn't hesitate to start taking off her skirt, I assumed that Vicky already had. We both shuffled out of our loafers. Then Elsa did hesitate, not letting her skirt drop, apparently waiting for me to open my pants. Fair enough, I thought, and reached for my buckle. 

"I was going to do that," Vicky insisted, and I felt her hands around my waist, shoving mine away - and felt her breasts on my back. 

Elsa chuckled with a slight smirk. While my sister's hands unfastened my belt and found the snap and zipper of my pants, Elsa grinned and rocked her hips, teasingly shove her skirt down a little. I suddenly wondered if they had planned all this, if all the talk before had just been part of a plan to surprise me, an excuse for their both being there. Vicky moved her breasts on my back with a chuckle. Pity that I couldn't really feel her nipples. Oh, I could, she had stopped pressing her breasts on my back, just two little bumps moving. 

My pants were open. When Vicky shoved them down, Elsa let her skirt drop, that had been down around her hips. Nice panties, not the cotton ones she had worn before. Was my sister going to shove down my boxer shorts too, maybe reach back around again and fondle my cock? She didn't, but I wondered if Elsa could see that it could have wanted her to. 

Vicky chuckled and let me step out of my pants and pick them up. Elsa and I hung our clothes on the chairs, and then we all looked at each other, smirking. Elsa looked less embarrassed. Then Vicky chuckled again with a grin and said to me: 

"Well, that wasn't quite like your story; you didn't have to help Elsa."

"Liked that I didn't," I replied, smiling at Elsa.

"I guess not," she agreed with a shrug and another wry smile. 

"But maybe now," Vicky suggested, glancing down at Elsa's panties, then at my shorts and her own panties. 

I didn't have to glance down to know that she and Elsa, who had then also glanced down, could see that my cock was swollen. I didn't want to know how much it was pressing against my shorts, but if they wanted to see that it was, that was why they were both here. Here to do it what with both of them?! Now Elsa did look a little embarrassed again, from seeing how my cock was, from having the same question I had? Whatever Vicky had been thinking during the too long moment of silence, she broke it by remarking: 

"No one has to help me," and began to shove down her panties. 

Elsa and I looked at each other, both shrugging. When I put my hands on the elastic of my shorts, she wrinkled her nose again and murmured: 

"I guess so," and also began to shove down her panties. 

My shorts dropped. I was pleased that I didn't have to make an extra effort to push them down past my cock, but it definitely wasn't just hanging down, and wagged when I flipped my shorts up with my foot. The girls had also caught theirs that way. We all chuckled at our common move. As I expected, my sister unconsciously fluffed up her pubic hair. Elsa didn't, maybe because she had seen that Vicky did. She looked a little uncomfortable again, all of us now completely naked, my cock wanting to suggest why, what for. 




A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 06



What for? Do what, with whom? And how, all three of us? It was all my sister's idea; had she thought of this? My cock didn't care, anything they wanted. If either of them wanted to suck it, they could see that they couldn't start with it small and soft. They both had glanced down at it again. I smiled apologetically. Elsa responded with a slight, understanding smile. Why was I looking more at her than at my sister? I looked at Vicky with a quizzical expression. Hers suggested that she also hadn't anticipated this situation. That was nice, that she hadn't planned all this. She glanced down at my cock and then at Elsa, and murmured: 

"Oh, I know. I think Elsa should do it to you, find out how good it is when you haven't already."

Elsa blushed deeply, glancing down at my cock again, not just a glance, staring at it, as though she didn't want to look at my face. I didn't want it to, but I felt it twitch, and saw that her nipples had popped out again. I thought it would be typical of her to counter Vicky's suggestion, but she didn't; just murmured: 

"And what are you going to do?! 

My cock twitched again, probably rose a couple of notches; Elsa wanted to suck my cock, had almost directly admitted it! It took a moment for my sister to digest Elsa's response. Then she murmured: 

"I'm going to sit on his face."

Elsa shook her head slightly in disbelief, but then managed to look up at Vicky and replied: 

"If you want to." 

Only then, did she look at me, at first with a puzzled expression, then smiling with a shrug and adding: 

"I want to."

"Me too," I agreed with what I hoped was only a smile of agreement, not one of lecherous anticipation. I then remembered to look at my sister and added: "both ways." 

We all smiled at each other with warm hums. We still were holding our underpants, but then they were tossed on one of chairs. Vicky threw back the covers on my bed. The girls waited for me to lie down. 

As I did, suddenly I remembered the expression: it's better to give than to receive. Good boy, you're going to give Elsa what she wants and give Vicky what she wants. But both of them are going to give you what you want: an orgasm and as much of Vicky's pussy juice as you can get. Everybody giving and getting what they wanted! Fuck! Well, sucking and licking, what a perfect solution! 

Elsa was scrambling between my legs, and Vicky was straddling my head and shoulders, facing Elsa, a little to my surprise, since she usually faced the other way, ready to scoot down my body and fuck after I had given her an orgasm with my tongue. She seemed to understand my surprise, muttering: 

"Got to see that she does it right."

"She does!" I replied and drew her hips down on my face. 

As I began to lick and felt Elsa's lips slip around my cock, it occurred to me that this was really only like sixty-nine with either of them: cock-sucking and pussy-licking at the same time. But it wasn't, it was better for me - my cock! This way, Elsa was able to lick it where it felt most arousing, and she was. Could my sister have doubted that Elsa would do it right? I loved sixty-nine, enjoying both of us coming together - more or less - but I wanted to enjoy having my cock sucked this way, to have my orgasm, without trying to give her hers at the same time. My sister wasn't the same girl; she could wait; then I would do all I could for her with my tongue. 

My cock throbbed. I didn't want to come this soon. Had my sister's surprised moan be in response to her having seen that it had - not from what my tongue was doing? When my hips rocked slightly, she moaned again and said: 

"Suck his balls." 

Good sister, knowing what I wanted! Elsa raised her head, and my cock sprang out of her mouth. She began to fondle my tight sack. Vicky leaned forward and murmured: "I'll help." 

I felt her experienced fingers grasp my sack, her finger tips pushing my balls up so that she could get a good grip of my skin and pull on it. I nodded with an "uhn-hnn!" and enjoyed her not so gentle effort to loosen my sack, and enjoyed that my cock could recover a little. I could feel that her pulling on my sack was making it bob. What a team, the two of them wanting to make it so good for me! When my sack was loose, she said - almost commanded Elsa: "Now suck one."

I felt Elsa's fingers push one in her mouth, and then felt her suck and lick. I moaned in appreciation. I had been ignoring Vicky's pussy, but she didn't seem to mind. Then she chuckled and dropped down over me, and my cock was in her mouth. I hadn't expected that and chuckled, and she did. She sucked and licked, but after a moment, I felt Elsa's hand grasp my cock and felt her shake her head with my ball in her mouth, felt vibrations on it that I interpreted as an "hn-unn." She didn't want to let Vicky make me come. I didn't either, wanting to feel Elsa lick my cock where it felt most arousing, also wanting her to know what it was like when I came in her mouth with all it would be. 

Vicky sucked and licked, but then Elsa's hand almost jerked my cock out of Vicky's mouth, and she let my ball pop out of hers. Vicky sat back up, and my cock was back in Elsa's mouth. Vicky murmured: 

"Just couldn't resist; just couldn't see it sticking up like that."

I felt Elsa give a "hnn!" as she began to suck and lick again. Vicky's pussy was back on my mouth. Her hips twitched. My tongue also began to lick again. Then my sister reached back and pulled the cheeks of her ass apart. She wanted me to lick her asshole? If she did, I would. Was Elsa going to see that I wanted to lick her asshole? It seemed that she had; I felt her tongue still for a moment and then the vibrations of a brief, maybe surprised hum, but then vibrations of what could have been a chuckle. She had liked feeling my finger in hers, shouldn't be too surprised that my sister enjoyed my tongue's licking and probing in hers. Elsa would like that too; she had liked everything else she knew Vicky and I did. Maybe she would even lick mine too, if Vicky showed her?

Forget that Vicky was more chuckling than moaning in response to what my tongue was doing; what Elsa was doing was too good to think about anything else. Vicky was going to have to wait; it had been her idea that they both should be here, and she had suggested that Elsa suck my cock. She was, more eagerly than before. Because she knew Vicky was watching her? Because Vicky had butted in, and Elsa felt she had to demonstrate that she could do it as good as my so much more experienced sister could? 

She was! My hips twitched. I forgot about licking, but my sister moaned when my hips twitched again, moaned with Elsa, apparently almost just as aroused in her anticipation of what she knew Elsa was going to get. Elsa's head bobbed up and down on my cock. 

"Yeah, like that," Vicky murmured, and they both moaned, as my hips rocked up, and I moaned deeply. God, they both wanted to feel and taste my orgasm! Only Elsa could, would, and she wanted it! Not more than I wanted to give it to her. My hips rocked again, and I groaned, and they both moaned, and then I lost control of my hips. 

I grunted and came, and grunted with the following spurts in Elsa's mouth, much more than had it had been before Christmas, after I had come before she had sucked my cock and swallowed. Vicky moaned as emphatically as Elsa did. Elsa really wanted it! Her mouth must be full of it, her head down over my cock. It felt like it, her tongue slavering it around the head of my cock. Vicky moaned deeply - wishing she had it in her mouth? Yes, she murmured: 

"Kiss, share!"

Elsa nodded with my cock in her mouth and closed her lips around it, as she raised her head. My cock slipped out. Her knees moved over my legs, and she crept up over me. I grasped her hips, hearing my sister's chuckling moan, as I envisioned their tongues' sharing my semen. Elsa was straddling me, her pussy resting on my cock, still stiff. For a moment, they continued to kiss. I wondered how my sister would want to get her orgasm, after her appreciating that I had had mine. Elsa deserved hers too. Had Vicky considered what she was expecting from me, my having to try to satisfy both of them? 

Oooh! Elsa's thighs squeezed together on me, and she rocked her hips, rubbing her pussy on my cock. I heard her chuckling moan. Apparently she had just realized that her pussy was pressing down on my cock. If she wanted it that way? I drew her hips up a little, and she rocked them again, now on the head of my cock. I moaned, returning her chuckle in response to feeling her pussy rubbing where my cock liked to feel it. I wasn't going to be able to have multiple orgasms like the girls could, but my cock wasn't going to wilt. 

My sister also chuckled, apparently understanding what Elsa was doing. If she wanted Elsa to have her orgasm this way, I was going to have to give Vicky hers with my tongue. She thought so too; her hips rocked on my face. I licked, and she purred, then said: 

"Yeah, like that," and then to Elsa: 

"Rub it. Hm-hmm! Put it in. Do anything you want; he can; anything else you want, anything I would do." 

"Really?" Elsa murmured. 

"Um-hmm," Vicky and I both replied, my response muffled by Vicky's pussy. 

Elsa snorted, rocking her hips, but then rose up, and my cock did. Fingers pushed it back, and Elsa's tight but wet pussy found it. All three of us moaned, as it slid down on it, and then I concentrated on licking my sister's pussy, wondering what she had meant with her "anything I would do," what Elsa though she had meant, as she rocked her hips. 

Of course, her fingers crept down to rub her pussy. Then I was surprised to feel the fingers of her other hand find and fondle my sack - loose again - her fingers moving my balls. I nodded, not that she could see my approval, but heard her chuckle. How did she know that Vicky might have done that? But then her fingers let them drop. What else could she think Vicky would want to do? 

I licked, enjoying my sister's pussy for the umpteenth time, but never before with my cock being fucked by another girl's rocking, clutching pussy. Then Elsa's hips held still for a moment, but I heard her groan softly. Could only be from something her fingers were doing, not the ones on the front of her pussy; they were also still. Then she moaned, and her pussy squeezed my cock. Of course, she was rubbing her own asshole, more than just rubbing it. That was what my sister had meant, had wanted her to do, and Elsa had known it. 

"Lick!" my sister demanded, making me aware that I hadn't been. I did, accepting that I wasn't going to be able to appreciate so much how Elsa aroused me and herself. I had to try to make it as good as I could for Vicky. I didn't have to encourage Elsa's hips to rock and reached up to hold my sister's breasts, discovering that her hands were holding Elsa's. She was getting it with a cock and four hands! What would my sister want in return?! 

I wanted to include licking her asshole again, but never got around to it; the movements of her hips insisted that I lick and nibble and suck where she was most sensitive. When she came with a pulsing groan, her thighs clutched together on me. Her hips stilled for a moment or two, and I licked my lips, delighting in the taste of her pussy juice. But then her hips twitched again. She wanted more, another orgasm! Could Elsa hear the wet noises my tongue was making? 

When Vicky came again, I also did, as I had anticipated, not able to appreciate it as much as I had, when Elsa had been sucking my cock. Then my cock had to survive Elsa's continuing to rock and circle her pussy on it until she came with gasps and whimpering moans. My groin was all wet, making me pleased that it had been so good for her. When her hips stilled, she embraced Vicky, drawing their shoulders together. I was still holding Vicky's breasts and felt the backs of her hands leave Elsa's and that she embrace her. 

I turned my hands and slid them down Elsa's sides, and we all sighed with moans. Fuck! Had there been anything like this in "The Joy of Sex," the book Vicky and I had been looking at together before we did anything the first time? 

Somehow, the girls lay down beside me with my arms under their heads. When I rolled my thighs apart, each of theirs drew up over one of mine. We lay there in silence, still recovering. I wondered again what my sister would want to do - when I could again. I rubbed the girls sides. They nodded on my shoulders, but with an "um-hmm," but then with soft, questioning snorts. Then Elsa murmured: 

"That was too good - unfair - I wasn't supposed to be here."

I rubbed just her side in agreement. Then Vicky snickered and replied: 

"Oh yes you were, and now I can do anything I want."

"If I can," I murmured.

"You can, just wait."

Elsa and I both snorted with a sharp "hmm?!"

Their hands had been together on my chest. Then Vicky's slid down my stomach. Elsa's immediately followed it, and then their fingers were finding my soft cock and very loose balls. They chuckled, as they fondled, and I chuckled, feeling that their fingers weren't competing, just gently enjoying together what they were doing. I did too, and slid my hands around to hold their breasts. They nodded, and we all chuckled again. But what was my sister going to want to do? Then she chuckled again and asked: 

"Better than your bottle?"

"Shhh!" Elsa responded, and her fingers took possession of my cock. 

Did "her bottle" have something to do with my cock, I wondered. Then Elsa shrugged and replied: 

"Of course, you didn't have to ask." 

"But I do; what's this about?" I asked. 

The girls then both chuckled, and I got the story about Elsa's McCormick spice bottle, told by them both with more chuckles. When they finished, I remarked: 

"I sure hope it's better."

"It is!" Elsa replied and squeezed my cock, which she had been holding the whole time. 

"I think so too," my sister agreed, and slid her hand up from my balls, pushing Elsa's hand up so that she could hold it. 

There was more for her to hold by then, not surprising after my hearing how they had used to spice bottle with all details about how it felt in their pussies. Elsa's fingers held my balls. Vicky's fingers moved on my cock, and she chuckled, remarking:  

"That was a good idea to ask and tell about the bottle. I think you have waited long enough."

Her hand was trying to prove that she was right, not without success. I wasn't sure my cock was really better than Elsa's bottle, after all they had told, but I wasn't adverse to letting my sister do anything she wanted with it, and it wasn't either. She chuckled and said: 

"Now my turn. You both have to help."

What did she want Elsa to do? Vicky could only want my cock in her pussy. Elsa murmured: 

"Both of us? What am I supposed to do?"

"Hmm! Lick, of course."

"While you ...?" Elsa asked in a surprised tone.

"You can lick him a little too, at first, and suck his balls." 

I was getting the picture: Elsa licking Vicky's pussy, while I was somehow fucking her - from behind. Elsa muttered "Oh!" but then nodded on my shoulder. She had also gotten the picture. Vicky chuckled and said: 

"Oh, for a start, you can try to lick us both where we like it most."

Her finger was rubbing on my cock where she meant.

"Mmmm! If you think so," I agreed, envisioning the tip of my cock just inside her pussy, so that Elsa's tongue could lick us both there. Elsa nodded with another shrug and replied: 

"If you think so." 

"But you can't cheat," Vicky insisted: "and pull it out again."

Elsa nodded, and we all chuckled. My cock was now stiff in Vicky's hand from the sensation of where her finger was rubbing. Elsa massaged my balls and asked Vicky: 

"How do you want to do it?"

"Let him lie across the bed, with you on the floor, if you don't mind."

"Hmm? I guess not. ... But then you two have to do it to me."

"Of course," I replied: "when I can again."

The girls nodded with chuckles. Then I added: 

"But first a peepee pause."

Both girls nodded again, and their thighs twitched against mine. We all chuckled and got up, Elsa first, then also first on the toilet, smirking slightly, as we heard her stream. When I turned to go in the washbasin, she chuckled. In the mirror, I saw her glance at Vicky and then ask softly: 

"You like him to do that, lick you there, and he does?"

"Hmm? Yeah," she replied, then with a glance at me adding: "Don't you?"

"You do too, sometimes," I replied, washing my cock and balls. 

Elsa snorted and remarked: 

"You too! If you like it, Vicky, why didn't you do it to me?" and stood up.

"Didn't want to surprise you too much, but I will, now."

My sister sat down on the toilet. I agreed: 

"I will too, if you want me too."

"Hmm? If you want to." 

She was washing her pussy, and I saw her reach further back between her thighs. I replied: 

"I will." 

"Hmm? I guess I will then, too," she replied with a slightly wry smile at me in the mirror. 

She and I waited for Vicky to wash. When she had dried herself, I suggested that Elsa could kneel on the towel. When she took it, Vicky snickered and remarked: 

"In case I drip too much." 

We all smirked at her reminding what we were going to do. My cock was now floppy, of course, but that would just give Elsa something more to do, before she could lick both Vicky and me where we liked it most. I lay down with my head against the wall and spread my legs. While Vicky sat down on my hips, straddling my legs, Elsa folded the towel and knelt on it. She snorted and remarked: 

"We're raunchy or something doing this."

"Very," I agreed. 

"But like I want," Vicky enjoined. 

I felt Elsa's hand fondle my balls, joggling them in my now very loose sack. Then she raised my soft cock, and I felt her lips push my foreskin back and her tongue lick the back of the head of my cock. It didn't feel arousing at first, but then soon did. My sister chuckled, apparently seeing that my cock was becoming aroused. I rubbed her hips and hummed in appreciation of what Elsa was doing. When Vicky complained to Elsa: 

"Don't cheat," I slid my hands up and tickled her sides, making her squirm and giggle, until she managed to pull my hands away. 

Elsa had also giggled with my cock in her mouth, but then raised her head, letting my stiff cock spring up. Vicky chortled and lay back on me. Of course, I recognized, so that the head of my cock and her pussy would be where Elsa could lick us both. She chuckled with an "um-hmm," and I felt her hand press my cock down on Vicky's pussy lips, who nodded with a purr. Then I felt her fingers also touch my cock, then pressing her pussy lips apart. How close together were our most sensitive spots going to be, I wondered. 

Not close enough for Elsa really to lick them both with long laps of her tongue, but it knew what we both wanted to feel: licking me and then Vicky in quick turns, making us both hum and chuckle in appreciation. And I could appreciate that her other hand was fondling my balls. Very "raunchy or something," but very good, also my anticipation of how it would feel, when my cock was in my sister's pussy, while Elsa was arousing her, making her "drip too much." I hoped so. It couldn't be "too much"! 

Stick it in!" Vicky demanded softly, and rocked her hips up. I felt her pussy slide up on my cock and felt Elsa press it into her pussy - with her tongue, her last lick where it felt so good! But then it felt so good to be back in my sister's pussy, her hips rocking back down to hold it. Fuck! And Elsa's tongue was lapping up my cock and past it, now just having Vicky's most arousing spot to lick. I - my cock - knew she was; Vicky's pussy was squeezing my cock. Fuck! And neither of us had to do anything but enjoy what Elsa's tongue was doing! We both moaned deeply, and my hands found my sister's breasts and stiff nipples. She nodded, and her fingers encouraged mine to arouse them. If they were later sore, it was going to be her fault. 




A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 06



Elsa licked and held my balls, and Vicky and I moaned, feeling her pussy contracting on my cock. I thought that it must be frustrating for her, for both of them, when they were arousing each other without anything for their pussies to hold; why they liked Elsa's spice bottle so much. But it couldn't twitch and throb like my cock was. Fuck! Not fucking, but just as good! 

Oh, my sack and balls were just a tight ball in Elsa's hand, her finger cupped tightly around them, pulling on them. God, that felt good too, and to know that I was about to come, Vicky too? She sounded like she was, and it felt like her pussy was. Give it to her, Elsa! Give it to us! Make her "drip too much"! You must love the taste of her pussy juice as much as I do. 

I was trying to hold my hips still. Despite my anticipation of what I knew was going to happen, I tried not to let the clutches of Vicky's pussy make me come. But then I couldn't hold my hips still. They twitched up, and Elsa's hand, with my balls in its grasped, also jerked up. 

I didn't want to come yet, but when someone is holding your balls, ...! "No Exit"! I didn't know where I had heard the expression, vaguely thinking that it was the name of play, but my cock - my balls - had to find an exit for all that was pressing for release! My hips rocked up, out of control, and I came in my sister's clutching pussy. 

"Fuck! Yes!" she exclaimed. Could she feel that my cock was spurting so deep in her aroused pussy? Her body convulsed, so strongly that I felt that my hands on her breasts were keeping her on top of me, as I felt her warm pussy juice on my cock - also on Elsa's tongue, on her hand holding my tight sack? Yes, her tongue was lapping up the base of my cock; she wanted to taste it. Her tongue licked down on my balls, seeking more of it between the palm of her hand and my tight sack. She did love the taste of it as much as I did! 

My sister's body stilled for a moment, just resting on me, but then she demanded: 

"Again, more," and her hands left mine, and I felt her arms on my thighs, as her hands forced Elsa's head back up to lick her pussy again. She wanted another orgasm! I could have expected that, but not my cock. But Elsa's tongue lapped up it and made wet noises on Vicky's pussy; Elsa knew what she wanted. 

And she gave it to her, another convulsing orgasm. I was just pleased that my cock was still stiff and twitching in the contractions of my sister's pussy, then feeling Elsa's tongue seek more of her pussy juice. My sister's arms moved again, pulling Elsa's mouth back on the front of her pussy. Of course, she wanted still another one, like when I had fucked her on my desk. Could my cock stand it? 

It could, but didn't spurt again, despite her pussy's clutches, when she had another orgasm. My sack was not so tight, but very wet, when I felt Elsa's tongue on it. My sister's arms dropped down on my thighs. It had been enough for her too, enough that she could let Elsa raise and lick my loose sack, her tongue caressing around each of my balls. She didn't want to miss anywhere she could taste Vicky's pussy juice. I wouldn't have either, but it would have been sliding down to her asshole. 

Then Elsa's hand drew my softening cock out of Vicky's pussy. It flopped down, but her tongue caught it. "Mmm!" it was in her mouth, her tongue caressing around it, wanting to taste everything it could find to taste. Some of my semen too? Not enough; after a few licks around my cock, she let it slip out, and my sister hummed with a chuckle. Elsa's tongue must be seeking more to taste in her pussy. Vicky thought so too: she chuckled again and murmured: 

"That was so good, plenty to taste, ... like I want to."

"Um-hmm!" Elsa agreed emphatically, massaging my balls.

Were they going to be able to give my sister as much to taste? Not for a while, or even then. I squeezed her breasts, and her hands clapped back over mine. She chuckled and said: 

"And like Elsa wants you to give her."

"Hmm?!" I snorted, and replied: 

"If I can't, if my cock can't, your fault for your both being here."

"Um-hmm," Elsa agreed considerately, fondling my balls.



A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 07



Then Elsa's hand drew my softening cock out of Vicky's pussy. It flopped down, but her tongue caught it. "Mmm!" it was in her mouth, her tongue caressing around it, wanting to taste everything it could find to taste. Some of my semen too? Not enough; after a few licks around my cock, she let it slip out, and my sister hummed with a chuckle. Elsa's tongue must be seeking more to taste in her pussy. Vicky thought so too: she chuckled again and murmured: 

"That was so good, plenty to taste,... like I want to."

"Um-hmm!" Elsa agreed emphatically, massaging my balls." 

Were they going to be able to give my sister as much to taste? Not for a while, or even then. I squeezed her breasts, and her hands clapped back over mine. She chuckled and said: 

"And like Elsa wants you to give her."

"Hmm?!" I snorted, and replied: 

"If I can't, if my cock can't, your fault for your both being here."

"Um-hmm," Elsa agreed considerately, fondling my balls.

I liked her understanding response, but thought it was unfair for her to get short shrift after all she had done, even though - especially since - she hadn't expected to be included in everything my sister wanted to do. I wanted her to be, also selfishly; Vicky's suggestion of what she had wanted to do had been very enjoyable for me too. If she didn't get as much to taste, it would still feel just as good for me - and probably take longer. But it wasn't going to happen immediately. 

"Time to finish our beers," I remarked and almost pushed my sister off me. She rolled to the side with a nod and chuckle, agreeing: 

"Good idea, and so there will be some for me to taste."

"I hope so," I replied, and we all chuckled as I sat up.

We reached around and found our beers, nearly empty, and drained them. Elsa stood up and took our empties and brought the last three from the six pack. We all settled down on the bed with our backs against the wall. Elsa held her beer up and said: 

"Skaal, something else first, that I also didn't think would tast good."

Vicky and I nodded with chuckles, and we all drank. Then Elsa said: 

"Oh, 'skaal,' everyone back home says that: Scandinavian languages for 'cheers'."

Vicky and I then said "skaal," and we all drank again and then were silent. After we all had taken a couple of sips, Elsa remarked softly: 

"This is really unfair to Tim, his knowing what all we do here."

"He doesn't know all three of us are here," Vicky remarked. 

"Even worse. Well, of course not, for us," Elsa replied: "but still unfair for him."

I agreed with her, but didn't say anything, but my sister did, asking: 

"So what do you mean, what do you want to do about that?"

"I don't know. It just occurred to me, our enjoying ourselves so much, and he... Does he have a girlfriend?"

"Not like this, I'm pretty sure," I replied, adding: 

"He did once or twice, I think, with a girl on the track team, but that was before Christmas."

"And it didn't work out?" Vicky asked.

"I don't think so, but certainly not like with us."

"Pity," both girls murmured, and we drank again. 

Then Vicky asked Elsa: 

"So? Yeah, it's unfair, but what can we do about that?"

Elsa took another sip, not replying. When she didn't, Vicky sniffed and said: 

"Or do you want to do something about it."

I glance over at Elsa and saw that she was blushing. Vicky, on my other side, looked past me and must have also seen that Elsa was. Elsa glanced at us with a little, embarrassed expression and murmured: 

"Well, he's nice."

"And you want to with him?" Vicky asked.

"I didn't say that; just, well, that it's unfair."

"You would," Vicky surmised."

"You talked me into sleeping with your brother; wouldn't you with Tim?"

"I hardly know him."

"I don't either, but, come to think of it, we've probably talked to Tim more than I had with Milt."

I nodded, but recalled that Vicky had talked with each of us a lot before we agreed to the date that got us in bed together. Was Elsa expecting me to introduce her to my roommate, as I was beginning to understand that she was suggesting? Was my sister? Did her "I hardly know him" suggest that she wasn't entirely objecting to Elsa's idea? They both could imagine sleeping with Tim?! When and where? Well, here, of course, but when and how? We all took another sip of beer. Then Vicky murmured: 

"Yeah, well, it is unfair."

"But if you want to," I murmured. 

They both immediately looked at me with surprised expressions. I added: 

"But I'm not going to tell him, not like Vicky got us into saying: 'you really want me to'."

We all almost laughed, admitting that we all understood what Elsa had suggested, also that none of us had denied that it could be possible, that we had an objection to her suggestion. We had a better sip of beer with no more remarks. I rather liked the idea, their thinking that it would only be fair, but I couldn't imagine how it could happen. At least, I had already said that I wasn't going to "run interference" for their project - if it was both of theirs. 

Vicky tilted her beer up and emptied it and set it aside. Then she chuckled and with cool fingers reached down and held my soft cock, reminding me that Elsa was going to get her turn. Elsa and I chuckled and finished our beers, then glancing at each other with a nod and smirk. She took my empty beer and set hers and mine aside. Vicky's fingers were fondling, not yet with affect. I chuckled and remarked: 

"You're going to have to do more to make it remember what it has to do."

"Mmmm! I hope so," she agreed with a grin, licking her lips. 

There was nothing erotic about the way we moved to get in position. Vicky slipped off the bed, and I moved forward with my hips on the edge of the bed and lay back with my head against the wall. The only thing that could have been eroctic was Vicky's fondling my soft cock, but she had done that so many times before; it was just very familiar, and now she wasn't touching it. Oh, we all knew that it was going to be erotic - good and erotic - but the way Elsa moved to sit on my hips with her legs spread outside of mine could have been the way she would have done it if we had clothes on. Well, not quite; I reached down and held the cheeks of her ass and moved her a little so that it was more comfortable for me. She didn't lie back, just sat there, looking down at Vicky. 

Then I felt Vicky push my knees further apart, and a moment later felt her hand come up under my loose balls. Elsa nodded with a soft chuckle. That didn't yet feel erotic, but I anticipated that it soon would be, especially when Vicky's hand raised my cock. I knew it was already heavier in her hand, and then I felt her shoulders between my thighs. I wished there was a mirror on the ceiling, so that I could watch, like Elsa was with another warm chuckle, and another one, as I felt Vicky's mouth slip around my cock. 

Oh, it was going to be good, even if I didn't come in Elsa's pussy as much as I had before in my sister's! But first, enjoy her making my cock stiff! She did, and I did, and Elsa chuckled encouragingly. What was it like to watch two other people? Oh, it must be arousing; looking with my sister at just pictures in "The Joy of Sex" certainly had been. Then Elsa murmured insisted: 

"Remember me!" and dropped back, offering her pussy to be licked. 

Why didn't I have that mirror to watch! My cock popped out of Vicky's mouth, but her hand grasped it. Past Elsa's head, I could see Vicky lower her face on Elsa's pussy. Vicky's hand jogged gently. Clever of her, thoughtful of her to make sure my cock didn't relax. Elsa hummed with a chuckle, and I heard Vicky's tongue lapping. Was Elsa's pussy already wet? Vicky's hum suggested that she was enjoying tasting it. After a few moments, her hand released my cock, and then Elsa's thighs were raised up, Vicky's hands pushing them back past the vertical, rolling Elsa's hips up, and she murmured: 

"You're going to like this too." 

I understood what she was going to do and pulled the cheeks of Elsa's ass apart, but Elsa seemed surprised, responding: 

"Oh?! You really want to? Oooh! Like that! Mmmm! I guess I do like it."

I grasped her thighs, and Vicky's hand returned to jog on my cock, while her tongue did whatever it did on Elsa's asshole that made her hum and chuckle some more. Then Vicky raised her head and grinned up at us and murmured: 

"And now try to lick you both." 

I released Elsa's thighs, and her hips rocked down, and Vicky pressed my cock between her pussy lips. She licked, and we took turns moaning our appreciation, until Elsa murmured again: 

"Put it in!" and twitched her hips up and down insistently. 

Vicky nodded with a chuckle and did, finding Elsa opening with the head of my cock. Her hips rocked down, engulfing it in her tight but slick pussy. My cock surged, and we both moaned. Maybe a tight pussy was better than a sucking mouth, at least this time, knowing that I was going to come in it. 

Vicky licked, not just Elsa's pussy, her tongue occasionally licking down and up on the back of my cock, even licking my balls a couple of times. Elsa and I rocked our hips, trying to fuck as much we could in that position. My hands had found her breasts and aroused nipples. When my fingers squeezed and pulled them, she nodded with a moan, and I moaned in response to the clutches of her pussy from what Vicky's tongue was doing on it. 

She seemed to want to prolong our aroused anticipation, just licking me, when Elsa's hips twitched. I loved that and the extension of my arousal, but when her tongue left Elsa's pussy again, she growled and demanded softly: 

"Enough teasing; I want it, now!"

She got it, and I got it, better than I had anticipated, since Vicky then shoved her fingers under my ass and aroused my asshole. She licked, and our hips rocked. Elsa's pussy clutched, and my cock surged, and we both moaned desperately, but then gasped. She began to whimper, and I groaned and then grunted. My cock was spurting - as much as it could, and I felt her pussy juice flood out past it, and heard Vicky's tongue lapping it up. What a fucking orgasm! Two fucking orgasms! 

Elsa's body spasmed again, and then again. She shoved Vicky's head back. Had she licked her pussy again, even though it was so apparent that we both had already come? Elsa's pussy clutched a couple of times more, although she was lying inert on me. My cock enjoyed that it had, but couldn't surge again. My stomach rose with deep breaths and fell with long sighs, moving her. Then I felt Vicky's hand pull my cock out. Like before, when Elsa had done that, her tongue caught it and took it in her mouth. It didn't mind her licking around it. Could she taste us both? What was that like? Not much from me for her to taste, I thought, despite my feeling that my cock had spurted as many times as it had in her pussy, at least, it had wanted to, had tried to. 

My cock slipped out and flopped down, and I heard her tongue lapping up below Elsa's pussy. She snorted and responded: 

"Oooh! So much? And almost down there, too. Oooh!"

"Um-hmm," Vicky agreed. 

I assumed that Vicky's tongue had almost touched Elsa's asshole again in its search for more to lap up. Apparently, Elsa chuckled with another "oooh." Maybe Vicky's tongue had really touched it. Why not? 

I squeezed Elsa's breasts, and she nodded with an "um-hmm." Vicky raised her head and grinned at us again, licking her lips, then smiling and saying: 

"That was good, fun, except that I have to wash; running down my thighs. Hm-hmm! Almost as much as from you two." 

"We do too," I agreed, and we all got up and went to the bathroom and washed. 

Back in the room, we looked at each other and shrugged with slightly wry smiles. Obviously, we weren't going to do anything more, not just because there wasn't much time until the dining hall opened for dinner. Besides, what else could we do? I glanced at our clothes. The girls nodded, and we put them on, Elsa leaving off her bra. I remade my bed, and we went to have dinner. On the way, Elsa suddenly asked: 

"What if Tim sees us all together?"

"He'll be surprised," Vicky replied.

"He sure will be," Elsa agreed, adding: 

"But will he think that - well, you know - all three of us - like that?"

"And if he does?" Vicky replied with a shrug, smirking. 

I remarked: 

"He'll really think it is unfair. Hm-hmmm! But it had sounded like you two had a solution for that."

"You want us to?" Elsa replied, then blushed, maybe not from just recalling that she - and I - had used that phrase when Vicky had been suggesting to each of us to sleep together. Vicky chuckled and asked with a smirk: 

"You really want us to?"

"I don't! I mean, I don't, with him," I replied.

We all snickered softly. Elsa was blushing. Vicky smirked with a pleased expression. Elsa murmured: 

"Stop it. I don't know about this."

We were too close to others to continue our conversation and entered the building and joined the line at the counter. When we had been served, we found a table. I sat facing the counter, across the table from both of them. As we began to eat, I kept my eye out for Tim, wondering as much as Elsa had, how he would react to seeing the three of us. 

I saw him in the line before he saw us, but when he had been served and looked for a place to sit, he did see us. His expression was about what I had expected. I nodded to him with what was probably a wry smile. He shook his head slightly with a frown, but I nodded again, tilting my head to the empty seat next to me. He scowled with a wry expression, but nodded. Before he joined us, I murmured to the girls: 

"He's here." 

"Oh, shit!" Elsa murmured. Vicky remarked softly: 

"Oh, it'll be all right; whatever he thinks, he not going to ask."

He didn't, managing to just smile as he greeted us, then remarking to the girls: 

"Nice to see you both again." 

"And to see you," Vicky replied, while Elsa just nodded with a smile. 

I thought her smile was a little forced, hoping that Tim didn't notice. Then Elsa asked him about his Christmas vacation, and we all relaxed and enjoyed our meal and conversation free of any innuendos about how the three of us had spent the afternoon. As we were leaving the building, I suggested that we all go for a beer: "my treat." Vicky immediately agreed, suggesting a well-known student restaurant with booths that had panels between them. I thought I understood that she meant we could talk privately there, wondering if she was planning to mention to Tim what we had talked about. 

Elsa didn't know the place apparently, couldn't anticipate what I was assuming. She agreed cheerfully that that was a nice idea. Tim nodded, but replied: 

"That would be nice, but I don't think they'd serve us, from what a couple of guys on the track team have said." 

"Then get a six pack," Vicky replied, looking at me, and then at Tim, as she continued: 

"and we can go back to your room." 

His "your room;" she was thinking about our conversation! And she wanted us to have a beer there and talk about that?! 

"If you all want to," he agreed, adding: "and I'll buy one too."

Vicky smiled with a nod. Elsa looked slightly apprehensive, while I counted: a dozen beers, three for each of us; and Tim was assuming that we would have at least two each. If he thought so; this was going to be interesting, whatever he could be thinking about how we had spent the afternoon. He could have asked, suggested that the three of us had done something in town. We could have agreed, making up a story. But he hadn't. 

On the way to the bottle shop, Vicky walked with him and Elsa with me. She murmured: 

"Shit! My bra!" 

I remembered that I had last seen it on one of the chairs. Had Vicky remembered that too, knew that there wasn't going to be any question about how we had spent the afternoon? Could I enter the room first and grab it before Tim saw it? Or did Vicky want him to see it, an unmistakable introduction to what she wanted to talk about?! Fuck! She wanted to fuck him? 

We got our six packs and headed back to our room. Elsa stuck with me and muttered: 

"At least, you remade the bed." 

"Could have put it under my pillow, and let me think about you all week."

"Oh stop! What's he going to think?"

"The truth, I'm afraid."

"Hmm! And Vicky wants him to. I think she really wants to."

We both snorted softly at her using that phrase again. I understood her discomfort, but was more curious about what could happen if we all had a couple of beers - if Vicky broached the subject - even if Elsa was very embarrassed. 

She was. I unlocked the door, and she rushed past me and grabbed her bra, stuffing it in her hand. Tim had, of course, seen it. Elsa had a very red face and sheepish expression, as she stuffed it in her purse. Tim nodded slightly and murmured: 

"That's all right; I kind of thought so. Really, all three of you?"

Elsa nodded, her face redder, if possible. Even my sister blushed a little, and I felt my face flush. Tim then also blushed, muttering: 

"I shouldn't have said anything."

Vicky was first to find her tongue: 

"Just embarrassing that you did, but you'd already thought so, been right, without our all blushing. Let's have a beer; why we came here."

I quickly ripped open my six pack, relieved by her so direct reply and hoping Elsa and Tim also were. Before I could hand anyone a beer, Elsa began to laugh, and then we all did; the situation was just so absurd; we had to laugh, the only release from all the tension of having to admit that we all understood, even if Tim couldn't imagine what all the three of us had done. I passed around my beers, and we all drank, deeply, to avoid having to say anything for a few moments. Who was going to speak next, I wondered, as I lowered my beer. 

"We'd better sit down," Vicky remarked. 

My bed and two chairs; Vicky and I sat on my bed. Tim got our desk chairs for Elsa and himself, drawing them closer to my bed, and they sat down. We all glanced at the others with very wry expressions, but no longer blushing. 

"Should have worn my bra," Elsa remarked with an apologetic, wry smile. 

"Maybe," Tim agreed, glancing over at her. 

"I should have," she replied, blushing a little as she rubbed her forearm over her aroused nipples. 

"Okay," he agreed with a slight smirk. 

We all had a better sip of beer, and then were silent. Elsa and I glanced at Vicky. Tim wasn't going to say anything more, and I certainly wasn't; I had told the girls that I wasn't going to run interference for whatever they wanted to say to Tim. Vicky had gotten us all here, and Elsa's bra had left no questions about what the three of us had been doing - except for Tim's not being able to envision how. I glanced over at Vicky again. She took another sip of beer, and the rest of us did. Maybe we were going to need two beers - or three. Was I really thinking they would do something with him? Too absurd! 

"Well, here we are," Vicky remarked and took another sip of beer. 

We all did, having to tilt them up past the horizontal. Elsa burped. We looked at her. Her nipples had popped out again, but she just shrugged with a slight smile and muttered: 

"No bra."

Tim nodded with a smile. Then she surprised me, looking at him and remarking softly: 

"This is unfair, us in your room."

He shrugged and replied: 

"If I don't need it."

"Still unfair," Vicky murmured and took another sip, having to tilt her beer up and emptying it. 

I emptied mine. Tim and Elsa didn't drink. He replied: 

"Maybe a little, I guess, but if I don't need it."

"Still," Elsa murmured, then looking at Vicky, before she drank, also emptying her beer. 

Was she encouraging Vicky to tell Tim what we had talked about? Vicky put aside her empty and glanced at the two cans still in my six pack. I handed her one and offered Elsa the other one. She shook her head, and I opened it for myself. Vicky took a sip from her fresh beer, and I did. There was another moment of silence, a pregnant silence. I saw Elsa's nipples pop out again. Was she anticipating that Vicky was going to tell Tim. Tell him what?! I glance over at her again. Her nipples had also popped out. She drew a long breath and let it escape, and then drew another one and said: 




A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 07



"Unfair; there are two of us and two of you."

It seemed that Elsa was as relieved as I was, that Vicky had finally suggested it. We both had nodded. Tim didn't seem to have understood her implication, however. He remarked: 

"And? So what?"

Was he being difficult or just so dense? What else could she be suggesting? Elsa surprised me again, very much: 

"Unfair for you, but there are two of us."

"Oh?!" 

His jaw dropped down, as his eyes shifted from her to Vicky and then to me. 

I hoped that Vicky had also nodded, before I did. He stared at me with a very funny expression on his face. He emptied his beer. Elsa said: 

"Give me another one now too." 

He ripped open his six pack and handed her one and got one for himself. Now, at least, he had understood, and Elsa had told him, to my surprise, almost directly admitting that she was willing to sleep with him. When they had opened their beers and drank, Vicky and I did. He looked at me again with a quizzical expression. I shrugged with a nod. He looked at each of the girls. I didn't want to glance over at my sister at that moment, just wondering if she had blushed slightly, like Elsa had with an embarrassed little nod. 

"Oh?" he repeated, and took another sip. 

The three of us also took just a sip. The cat was out of the bag. Good thing that he had offered to buy another six pack; we had needed it. He looked around at each of us again. Now he was blushing. He murmured: 

"You really mean it, like that; the two of you and the two of us?"

He looked at me for a reply. I shrugged again with a nod and said: 

"I think they do; we talked about it this afternoon." 

His jaw dropped down again, until he took another drink. We three didn't drink, exchanging glances, the girls nodding slightly, apparently confirming that I had said the right thing. But how, when; here and now? All four of us in the room? And how?! Tim looked at us and murmured: 

"But I hardly know you," glancing at each of the girls.

He wasn't saying that he wouldn't. I was about to reply, when Elsa did - again to my surprise: 

"Not less than I knew Milt, when we did."

Elsa was really supporting their project! Which of them wanted most to sleep with him? 

"Yeah, but..." he responded: "I mean, we haven't even kissed, you know,..."

If that was his only objection, I thought, as Vicky immediately replied: 

"We can solve that," and grinned. 

Elsa nodded. Tim glanced back and forth at them with a nonplussed expression. Vicky spoke again: 

"I know, guys think that girls want to fall in love first, at least, that they think they should seem to. I guess most of the time that's the way it is. Not sure the guys really do. Hmm? Kind of funny, well, polite of them to think that way, to wait for the girl to act like she is."

Tim still looked nonplussed. Elsa nodded and then chuckled and remarked: 

"Yeah, something like that. Sometimes they come back from a date and complain that their date could have done more, that they would have wanted him to."

Vicky nodded. I wondered if this was true, or was Elsa just building on what Vicky had said. For sure, she was trying to help. Vicky chuckled and added: 

"And then do what what he didn't as best they can."

Tim's jaw dropped again at this revelation, and then he took a sip, and the three of us also did. Then I couldn't resist remarking: 

"Or let their roommate do it." 

His jaw dropped again; how could I know that? The glances I got from the girls could have told him. Then Elsa spoke again. She really wanted it to happen! 

"I guess so. We're lucky, didn't have to go through that with Milt. Vicky and he had already, and, well, then I did. Oh, I guess I felt a little like you at first. I wanted to, just didn't know how it could happen."

"But it did," I enjoined, giving her a smile. 

She smiled back with a nod. Vicky also nodded with a smile and raised her beer and said: 

"Let's finish our beers, and then we'll kiss you."

"Not me," I remarked, giving Tim a smirk. 

Was he going to finish his beer with us? The girls and I were tilting ours up - too much really to finish in one drink. He raised his and also drank. And then? He couldn't mind the girls' kissing him, but then? We didn't empty our beers, lowering them and glancing at each other with wry expressions. Vicky remarked: 

"Don't have to finish them; I still want to kiss you." 

She handed me her beer and got up. Tim tilted his beer up again. It almost looked like he wanted to get it between them, but he drank, tilting it up and emptying it. When he lowered it, Elsa reached over and took it from him, murmuring: 

"I want to, too." 

Vicky was standing in front of him with her arms extended. Poor guy, he could only stand up and let her kiss him. He stood up. Elsa glanced at me and shook his beer, suggesting that it was empty, that he maybe had entirely acquiesced to the girls' suggestions. Everything, right here and now, the four of us?! 

They kissed. I knew how my sister could kiss. He seemed surprised at first, hardly tilting his head, only her arms sliding around him, but then his embraced her, and his head tilted more. It was obvious that he wasn't objecting to the way I knew she could kiss. Elsa was still sitting next to them and could see how they were kissing. She glanced at me with a grin and nod, letting my see the tip of her tongue move between her lips. If they were kissing that good, his cock was going to be aroused. Would he mind? Mine was a little, just from my thinking about it. 

He did, apparently, drawing his hips back a little, but Vicky slid her arms down, drawing them closer again. If he didn't want to do as much as the girls wanted to do, he was going to have real problem escaping. Elsa nodded again with another grin, she wasn't going to let him not kiss her. She emptied her beer, and burped, giving me a wry smile, and stood up and put both empties on a desk. Tim now didn't seem to mind that Vicky was rocking her hips against his. 

Elsa tapped Vicky on her shoulder, like a guy cutting in on the dance floor, and murmured: 

"Enough, my turn." 

Vicky nodded, but delayed a moment. I imagined that her tongue was caressing his for a last time. When they separated, he licked his lips and didn't hide that his hand moved down to help his cock move around. Mine was just swollen, but I also moved it around. Elsa hummed, and they embraced, this time, his arms immediately around her. Vicky grinned at me and murmured: 

"We too." 

I stood up and held up our beers. She took hers, and we emptied them and almost dropped them on the floor. We grinned at each other, both nodding at the others, and embraced and kissed. When had we last just kissed, standing up? Had we ever? And now what? 

Vicky urged us to move into Elsa's view and then began to pull my shirt out of my pants. I couldn't see if she had noticed, but Tim's surprised "uhn!" suggested that she had and was doing the same, but he didn't stop her. My hands slid under Vicky's sweater, and she nodded with a chuckle, thrusting her tongue in my mouth. Elsa must have noticed that too; I heard her murmur: 

"Me too, you too."

Would Tim? It couldn't be more obvious what she was suggesting, that we all start to get undressed. Would he? I wished that I could see them, like I had wished that I had had a mirror to watch Vicky suck my cock. Elsa's hum, however, suggested that he now also had his hands under her sweater, on her bare back, and he knew that she wasn't wearing a bra, nothing to keep his hands from roaming wherever they wanted. Mine were, up further on my sister's back, pushing her sweater up, also in the front between us. Was Tim doing the same? 

Then Vicky retrieved her tongue and murmured "skirt." My hands slid back down and found the hooks and zipper of her skirt. What was Tim going to think about that? But he couldn't see, but could Elsa tell him to loosen her skirt? Vicky's was just hanging on her hips. If we separated a little, it would be easy to help it slide down, but not before Elsa could tell him. She solved that another way, turning them so that he could see Vicky's unzipped skirt and my hands inside it on her panties, not just on them, my fingers playing with the elastic. 

"Look, Tim!" I commanded silently: "You know what the girls want to do; you must want to, too, now." 

Vicky loosened her embrace, and I shoved her skirt down past her hips. She nodded with a chuckle. Maybe the sudden movement of her skirt caught his eye - or the flash of her white panties, before my hands covered most of her ass. I heard him give another surprised "uhn!" 

"Mine too," Elsa murmured. 

"Really?" he asked softly. 

"And yours too," she murmured. 

"You mean it?!" he asked, too surprised to murmur. 

"We do," Elsa replied. 

Her "we do" didn't leave any question that it was just about his undoing her skirt. Vicky retrieved her tongue and confirmed: 

"We do." 

"You really do!" he replied softly. 

"Um-hmm," both girls confirmed. 

"Oh fu...!" he exclaimed, managing not to finish the four-letter word. 

"Um-hmm!" the girls agree. 

I felt Vicky give a silent chuckle, and then she murmured: 

"Yours too," and her hand slipped around to open my pants. 

"Mine and yours too," Elsa murmured. 

We all weren't kissing and could observe what the other couple was doing. Vicky and I nodded, when we saw Tim's hands unzip Elsa's skirt. He wasn't objecting to her hands' finding his belt buckle. Vicky only had to unhook and unzip mine. Elsa had to rock her hips to help him make her skirt drop. Vicky just had to shove my pants down over my ass, then drew my hips closer, chuckling as my stiff cock pressed against her. Elsa was still fumbling with his pants. When she found the tap of his zipper, he murmured: 

"This is embarrassing." 

She was going to have to pull it down over the obvious bulge of his cock, but he was accepting that she would. I knew he wore boxer shorts; would his cock spring out through the fly? It didn't, when his pants dropped, but it was obvious that it was fully aroused, holding out one side of his shorts. 

"Embarrassing," he muttered again. Vicky murmured: 

"Only the way it should be."

"Uhm-hmm," I agreed: "more embarrassing if it weren't like that."

Tim almost chuckled, giving me a wry smile. Vicky and I separated, letting him see that my cock was stiff in my jockey shorts. We all then did chuckle, glancing at our clothes around our ankles. We stepped out of them and picked them up and tossed them on the chairs. And now, I wondered. 

"Tops too," Elsa said, surprising me again, since I had expected my sister to speak first. 

Elsa crossed her arms and found the hem of her sweater. Vicky did the same, but then said: 

"Your shirts too." 

As they began to pull up their sweaters, Tim looked at me with questioning shake of his head, but began to unbutton his shirt. I already was unbuttoning mine. When the girls saw that he was, they continued to pull up their sweaters, hiding their faces when their bare breasts appeared. Of course, I looked at them, but also looked to see Tim's expression when he saw two pairs of breasts with aroused nipples. 

The girls weren't unaffected by what they were doing. His eyes lit up, as he hummed softly, and a movement in his shorts caught my eye. Nice, good, that he was aroused by seeing them both almost naked. My cock didn't move; I had seen them both before, completely naked, and come - how many times? - in them during the afternoon, in their mouths and pussies. No, I hadn't come in my sister's mouth. Would she want him to in hers now? 

The girls faces reappeared, both of them grinning at Tim. His cock almost slipped out of his fly. They flung their sweaters on the chairs. We finished unbuttoning our shirts and tossed them there too. We all looked at each other with smirks. Vicky chuckled and slid her hands up under her breasts, jiggling them, and then Elsa did. Tim almost gasped and had to tuck his cock back in his shorts before it popped. He didn't say anything, just had an apologetic expression. I snickered and said: 

"Be an insult for the girls, if it didn't want to slip out." 

The girls nodded with grins. He snorted with a nod, looking more comfortable, but replied: 

"But yours didn't." 

"It did all afternoon," Elsa replied with a grin. 

Vicky nodded, while it occurred to me that she and I were having a bad influence on the once more reticent Elsa. We were; her fingers twitched at the elastic of her panties, and she said: 

"The rest too." 

She didn't wait for Vicky or me to join her pushing down her panties. We did, of course, as soon as we saw that she was. Tim looked more than a little embarrassed again, but quickly followed, having to tuck his cock under the elastic of his shorts. It sprung out again, the first time I had seen it aroused. The girls weren't looking at mine. Could they see that he was circumcised? Difficult to recognize the way it was now. Was it bigger than mine was? It seemed so, well, of course at the moment, since mine wasn't as aroused as his. I glanced up at his face. He shrugged with a funny expression, seeing the girls looking at it. I glanced at the girls. They seemed pleased, smiling with slight nods. 

"Still a little embarrassing," he muttered, adding: "Don't think she really saw it like this."

"Pity, nice," Elsa murmured. 

I was again surprised by her outspokeness. Vicky nodded. Tim shrugged again, but then shivered and said: 

"But I've got to go - the beer."

"Don't we all?" I remarked. 

The girls nodded. I added: "Go in the shower, with it like that."

Tim gave me a surprised look. Vicky said: 

"While we use the toilet." 

He shrugged with a wry expression and preceded us to the bathroom. He stepped in the shower and faced the wall. While I went in the washbasin, both girls used the toilet before his cock relaxed enough to let him go. I had washed my cock, and Elsa had taken my washcloth, when he looked back with a wry grin. He remarked: 

"Guess I'd better wash too." 

I thought the girls also caught their breath; he only needed to wash his cock if he had understood that he would do whatever they wanted to - well, let them do whatever they wanted to, one of them at least. Which one? Vicky snorted and replied quickly:  

"Let me." 

Tim's jaw dropped again. He could only stare, as she joined him in the shower stall, snorting in surprise, when she turned on the shower with obvious practice. They both started, when the cold water started. Then it was warm. Vicky found the soap dish without looking; she was looking down at his cock, now well below halfmast, but then responding to her looking at it. He muttered: 

"I don't know about this," reaching for the shower curtain. 

Elsa dropped my washcloth and pulled the curtain back, saying: 

"I'll help." 

Tim gave me sheepish, quizzical glance. He must have been wondering if the girls had been with me in the shower - not both of them. Elsa wasn't, just reaching out her hand for the soap. Vicky gave it to her and reached down with her soapy hands. They didn't have to raise his cock; it was already back above the horizontal. He rolled his eyes, looking up over Vicky's head. Then he suddenly looked down; Elsa's hand was fondling his balls. Three hands washing him, and I knew how they could! 

Vicky's were moving on his cock the only way they could. He moaned, her soapy hands sliding on it, instead of being able to move his skin, like she could when she washed mine. Did she recognize that he was circumcised? It didn't matter with her soapy hands sliding on it, and Elsa's fondling his balls. Lucky guy! Not so lucky, he moaned and complained: 

"Not so much! Stop!" but Vicky didn't. 

He groaned and and insisted again: "Stop," but it was too late; he came, spurting up against Vicky's stomach. Despite his demand that she stop, she continued, making his cock spurt again and again. I was impressed, suddenly realizing that I was holding my own cock. Vicky's hand stilled. He moaned and muttered: 

"You shouldn't have done that; thought you wanted to do something else."

"We do, I do," she replied.

"But now?!" he asked. 

She replied: 

"Didn't know that would happen, but we can, you can."

He glanced at me. I nodded and murmured: 

"You can." 

He didn't look like he believed me. Elsa confirmed: 

"You can." 

I wondered if he could have any inkling of how many times I had that afternoon. Vicky nodded with a smile and agreed: 

"You can, and it'll be even better, taking long to enjoy it."

Tim shook his head disbelievingly. I nodded. Elsa was soaping her hands again. She handed him the soap and said: 

"You can wash Vicky." 

He took it. As I expected, he started with her breasts. She hummed, nodding and smiling up at him, and he hummed, smiling back, as his hands fondled her nipples. Then suddenly he started and exclaimed: "Shit!" 

I glanced down and saw that Elsa's hand was washing his asshole. She replied: 

"I hope not, we like that too." 

"Shit!" he exclaimed again, not quite so loud. Then he hummed and replied softly: 

"Shit, I guess so. Hmm? You really do?"

"Um-hmm," both Vicky and I responded. 

He glanced at each of us with a funny expression. Elsa chuckled, apparently pleased with having surprised him and that he had admitted that he had liked it. She remarked: 

"Enough washing; rinse, and Vicky and I'll wash." 

He let the water rinse himself. I held out his towel for him, wondering if he had understood that the girls would wash each other. Had he understood that my remark about roommates' helping each other - giving each other orgasms - referred to Elsa and Vicky? He would soon find out. 

He took his towel and stepped out of the shower. The bathroom floor was wet. He faced me, drying himself with a shrug and puzzled expression. I murmured: 

"You can again. She's right, just take nice and longer now."

"Hmm? If you say so," he replied. 

I nodded with a smile, now sure that he was agreed to letting one of the girls do whatever she wanted with him. Which one? It didn't matter. What would the other one do with me? We couldn't just watch. 

Behind his back, I saw the girls' sudsy hands fondling each others' breasts. That wasn't all they were going to wash. Then Vicky said: 

"Go get in bed, and we'll surprise you." 

I saw Elsa nod with a grin. Tim turned back and saw how they were washing each other and muttered: 

"Oh, like that, each other."

"In your own beds, and turn out the light," Elsa said. 

Tim looked at me with wondering shake of his head. I nodded, and we left the bathroom. As I turned out the light, he murmured: 

"Fuck, they really mean it."

"I think so, that's the right word."

"Hmm? Fuck," he muttered again. 

We got in our beds in the light from the bathroom. I wondered if Elsa was recalling how we had started, her surprising me by getting in bed with me for what I had been expecting to be just a nap. Which one was going to surprise Tim - and how? He couldn't imagine that either of them wanted first to suck his cock. And then? If they - if she - wanted him to lick her pussy?! Would he do that? 

The girls were whispering in the bathroom. The light over the medicine cabinet was turned on and then the overhead light turned off. What was Tim anticipating? Was his cock aroused again? Mine wasn't, not really. Was his really larger than mine? One of the girls would know, especially if she had had it in her mouth. 

The door to the bathroom was half closed, and then a girl was creeping in my bed, head first under the covers, urging me to move back and on my side. Which one? It didn't matter, and it was a good idea. Even after the hours since before dinner, I didn't need a hot fuck. It would just be very nice to have my cock sucked, and - of course - to lick her pussy. I could always enjoy that. Which one's? Didn't matter; could I tell the difference? 




A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 07



We rolled together, drawing our thighs up under each other's head, our hands drawing each other's hips to our faces, my almost soft cock in her warm mouth, my lips and tongue on her clean pussy lips. Which pussy? Which mouth! Just the right ones to enjoy, after how we had spent the afternoon. And Tim? He must be very aroused, despite having come so good in the shower. 

I recognized my sister's voice; it was she in his bed. "I knew you could again." 

His cock already stiff? She must be holding it. It was Elsa gently sucking my cock, now nodding; she had also heard her. This was going to be fun, listening to them. My tongue lapped down her pussy lips, and she nodded again. Yeah, she understood that we weren't in any hurry. We heard Tim reply: 

"You must know; all you've done with your cousin."

Elsa and I both nodded at his referring to Vicky and me as cousins. Vicky murmured - I thought, intentionally loud enough for us to hear: 

"You're probably right, but now I want to with you."

"What?" 

"Not just this, but I love to hold it."

"Mmmm! That was too much, all soapy. I didn't want that to happen."

"It won't again, not like that. Guess you know, I can rub his skin up and down."

Elsa nodded again with what felt like a chuckle. Tim replied: 

"Is that better? Must be for him."

"If I want to do it with my hand, but I think I only did that the first time."

"And then? When you didn't? Well, of course, that way."

"'That way,' not just 'that way'."

"How else?"

"Like Elsa is." 

We heard his very surprised "Oh? like that?!)

Elsa nodded again with another chuckle. I wondered if Tim could recognize in the almost dark room how we were lying together. He could apparently. He replied: 

"And you want me to, too, like Milt is?"

I hope so, but not until I have."

"You really want to?!"

His question was louder than what he had said before. Elsa nodded with another chuckle, and I licked between her pussy lips. She chuckled again with another nod. We were both enjoying Vicky's seducing him. She must have just nodded in response to his question. I opened my eyes and saw her moving down under the covers of Tim's bed. He murmured again, this time not a question, just very aroused: 

"You really want to." 

Vicky must have nodded again. I could see that she was crouching between Tim's legs. He moaned and murmured: "You do." Elsa nodded again, and Tim moaned. I remembered the first time Vicky had sucked my cock, hoping Tim wouldn't come again as soon. Elsa and I just did the minimum for each other; she was apparently as interested as I was in following what was happening on the other bed. 

We heard Tim moaning. In empathy I could almost feel why, although Elsa was hardly doing anything to arouse my cock. He moaned a couple of times more and then asked - more exclaimed: 

You really want to?!" 

Vicky must have nodded; he grunted and gasped and groaned. Elsa hummed with a nod and really sucked my cock for a moment. She also recognized that he had come, had filled Vicky's mouth with his semen. I licked her pussy a little better, then we relaxed, waiting to hear more. 

"Oh my gosh! You did! You wanted it!" he exclaimed. Vicky must have nodded again. When he gave a pained sounding moan, I envisioned that her tongue must have touched his cock where it was now overly sensitive. Then I saw her raise her head under the covers and heard her muffled: 

"Um-hmm, I did," and then saw her rise up over him. As she dropped down on him, he asked: 

"You swallowed it?!" 

She nodded and then kissed him. He let her, but then murmured: 

"And it tastes like that?"

"Um-hmm," she confirmed. 

"And you wanted to? Well, of course, I guess. You really like to do it."

"Um-hmm, didn't you like it?"

"My God! Yes, of course, but that you do?"

"If it's that good for you. Hm-hmm! It was! Yeah, I like it, like knowing it's so good for you - or Milt."

"Hmm! Hm-hm-hmm!" he chuckled, then again, almost laughing, then remarking: 

"I bet he does too." 

I almost blurted out: "he does," but then heard Vicky chuckle and say: 

"He does, as good as you did."

Tim snorted, and Vicky kissed him again. For a few moments, Elsa and I returned to licking and sucking, but only gently; what Vicky was doing was too entertaining to let us concentrated on what we could do. Besides, we had done all we really needed to in the afternoon; we were just keeping out of the way - in most appropriate manner - for what Vicky was doing. Then we heard her speak again, and our tongues relaxed: 

"Now you can do it to me."

"I never have." 

"Always a first time, and we taste better than that."

"I don't know what to do," he murmured apologetically.

"You will. Sort of like kissing, no one had to tell you how."

"Still. How?"

"Just move down the bed a little, so I can kneel over you." 

I saw her rise up and that he obeyed. As she moved up over his face, she murmured: 

"And I'll let you know when it's good, where it's better."

Elsa chuckled again, and I licked around her pussy lips, suggesting how he might start. She nodded, and we waited again. I tried to remember what I had done the first time I licked Vicky's pussy, but couldn't; I had licked it so many times since then. She gave an encouraging hum and murmured: "Yeah, like that. . . . Mmmm! That's good. . . . Oooh! You have a long tongue."

I imagined that it was in her hole. Was it longer than mine - or Elsa's - or was she just encouraging him? Whatever, he was doing something that I knew felt good for her, Elsa rolled her hips up, and my tongue found her moist opening. This was going to be fun, taking Vicky's remarks as suggestions for what I could do. 

"Not just there," I heard her murmur, thinking that it was tactful of her to let him experiment, rather than directly telling him where to lick. She encouraged him with more, short moans, then with a much more aroused one. His tongue must have found where she wanted most to feel it. Elsa thought so too, rocking her hips back, suggesting that she wanted to feel my tongue there too. It did, and she moaned with a nod. Did she want me to give her an orgasm when Vicky had hers, if Tim gave it to her? Oh, she would make sure that he did. But then? I was pretty sure that she would also want to fuck him. Would Elsa think of that, wait to give me mine, so that we could enjoy ourselves until they did that? 

"Uhnnn! Yeah, like that, there!" Vicky murmured and moaned again.

He was doing it right! And Elsa wanted more. Her hand slid down in my crevice. Mine slid into hers, and my fingers found her asshole. When hers found mine, I shook my head, hoping she would understand. She did, nodding, her fingers then just rubbing above my asshole. When mine probed, however, she nodded. Yeah, she understood. 

Vicky moaned, and I made Elsa moan, wondering if Vicky should have warned him what would happen when she had her orgasm. She had told him that girls tasted good, but he knew that now already, but he would be very surprised, when her pussy flooded his face, maybe think it was something else. 

Both girls were moaning. I wondered if Tim could hear Elsa's moans through the covers with Vicky's thighs on his ears. I recognized that her moans were sounding like they did shortly before she came. Good boy, Tim; you're doing just fine! Vicky gasped. She did that a couple of times before she started to come. Then she blurted out: 

"Yeah, like that, don't stop! Uhn! I'm going to go all wet!"

She thought of everything! Tim was going to get his first female orgasm all over his face. I was going to get mine too, but not my first one. Both girls were gasping and moaning, and my tongue and finger were doing everything they could to make Elsa's pussy flood my face. Tim was going to get his below his tongue. Elsa was going to give me mine in my nose, if I didn't manage to get it out of the way on time. With my tongue pressed between her aroused clitoris and my lower lip, I opened my mouth wide. Right in my mouth! Almost all of her pussy juice spurting in my mouth! 

"Uhn!" She bit my cock! But if it was that good for her, okay, except that my pained gasp had upset my swallowing her sweet juice. I loved it! And Vicky's! Had Tim made her spurt like that? I had forgotten about them for those so arousing moments.  

She was still moaning, sighing moans. I knew the sound of them after she had come. Elsa did too, nodding as she also sighed with moans. What was Tim thinking? For sure, he must be pleased with himself for having given Vicky her orgasm. If he had tasted her juice, he must like it; any guy would. And he was only the second one she had given it to. Well, of course, Elsa also knew how good it was. 

I heard him sigh, a couple of times. Yeah, pussy licking can be exhausting - but so gratifying, when she comes that good. He sighed again and murmured: 

"Jeez! You really did, 'all wet'."

"Um-hmm, you really did, made me, that good," Vicky replied. 

Elsa and I nodded on each other's thigh. After a moment, Vicky murmured: 

"It wants to again."

I knew she had reached back and found his erect cock. He gasped and replied: 

"Again?! You want to 'again'?!" 

"It wants to. I want to." 

"Fuck!" he exclaimed, then apologized: 

"Didn't mean to say that."

"But I want to, and it wants to." 

"Fuck!" he said again, more softly, but still just an explitive. 

I opened my eyes and saw her moving back down his body. He murmured in a disbelieving tone: 

"You want to." 

She nodded, and I saw her hand reach down between them. As she lowered her hips, his moan was louder than hers. Elsa nodded and began to suck and lick. My cock had wilted. She was right, we didn't have to listen anymore; we both knew what they were going to do, what I had with each of them. 

I wiggled my finger, and one of Elsa's found my asshole, and we licked and sucked. I was only reminded that the others were there, when I heard Vicky murmur: "Suck them." 

She wanted Tim to suck her nipples, must have dropped down over him. Lucky guy; he was getting the full treatment, deservedly, everything he could do with her, a perfect finish for the girls' and my wanting to compensate him for all our use of the room. 

That quick thought was as quickly forgotten, distracted by what Elsa was doing. I returned to concentrating on arousing her pussy and asshole. Of course, she could come again, and I wanted her to - with my orgasm, before or after mine, as soon as we both could. 

We had them: her sweet pussy juice for me again, probably not as much of my semen in her mouth, but she had moaned, wanting and liking it. As we were recovering, both nodding with pleased hums, we were again aware of what Tim and Vicky were doing, still fucking with desperate sounding groans. From my experience with my sister, I thought she must have already had another orgasm, now wanting a second one - a third one? - or just continuing until Tim had his second one - also his third one, the one in the shower. 

Elsa nodded on my thigh, and I nodded on hers, and we waited. It was almost a relief for me to hear Tim groan and then grunt. Finally! I knew what it was like to fuck my sister after I had already come twice. It was also a satisfying relief to hear the noises she made, when she had her orgasm. How many had the three of us each had, including those before dinner? 

Elsa and I rolled apart, and I fondled her breasts. She hummed and nodded. We waited for the others to say something. I thought Tim wouldn't know what to say, that my sister would find words first. I was wrong. We heard rustling on the other bed, then soft sighs. Then Tim murmured: 

"Don't know how all this happened."

"We wanted it to," Vicky murmured. 

"Like this, all this?"

"Better than we wanted it to."

"'We?' All of you?"

"Um-hmm, and you were better than I hoped."

"Hmm?! I was? I didn't know what was happening to me."

"Hope you thought it was good."

"Fuck! Yes! Hm-hmm! Guess I can say that now."

"Um-hmm." 

There was a moment of silence, then Tim suddenly exclaimed: 

"Oh shit! Sorry! You are Vicky, aren't you?"

"She is," Elsa replied, and we three chuckled, then had to laugh. 

Tim groaned, then murmured: 

"Sorry."

"That's all right," Vicky replied, adding: 

"We wanted to surprise you, just hadn't thought of like that."

I chuckled and remarked: 

"And I don't think it would have made any difference. Before, over beers, it sounded like Elsa was just as eager to,... well, show our appreciation for the use of our room. 

"Oh, you!" Elsa responded, slapping me, but then chuckling and agreeing: 

"I am - the appreciation - and, well, I would have shown it, like Vicky did."

Tim snorted and murmured: 

"I don't know what's happened."

Vicky snickered and replied: 

"Want me to tell you?" 

"Better not!" he insisted.

Vicky didn't relent: 

"You thought we should kiss before we did anything, and let us, so we did - pretty much 'anything'."

"More like 'everything'," he replied, adding: 

"Never thought I would do that. Hell, didn't even know people did!"

"Now you do," I remarked. 

"And it sounded like you did it good," Elsa added.

"He did! You did!" Vicky enjoined. 

"And you two were listening?" he asked, adding softly: 

"I thought you were - well - you know." 

I replied: 

"We were, but it was too interesting to listen to you both."

"Hmm? Maybe it was," he admitted softly. 

"It was!" Elsa emphasized, then added: 

"You can do it to me next time." 

We others all caught our breath, completely surprised by Elsa's remark. Having heard it, of course, it sort of made sense that we could all do it again. Why not? And just once with Vicky wasn't adequate compensation for all the times we had used the room, but I certainly hadn't thought about our doing it again, and most certainly hadn't thought that Elsa would suggest it. 

"Next time?" Tim muttered.

"Shouldn't have said that," Elsa murmured.

"But why not?" Vicky suggested, adding: 

"If you want to, Elsa."

"Shouldn't have said that," she repeated. 

I reached down and fondled her breast and replied: 

"But you did, so you must want to, and - hm-hmm! - it didn't sound like Tim would have been upset if you instead of Vicky had this time." 

There was silent pause, a very pregnant one, I thought. I had said my piece; Elsa had said more than she wanted to, but very honestly; and Vicky had said as much. Tim had to reply. There was another moment of silence. Then he snorted and murmured: 

"You really want to? I mean, all of you?"

"If you do," I quickly replied, before Elsa could think that he expected her to answer. 

I squeezed her breast, and she put her hand on mine, letting me think that she was agreeing with what I had said. After another moment, Vicky said: 

"I think that's a good idea, a lot better than our just using your room."

There was another moment of silence, then Tim looked over at us, at Elsa, and asked: 

"You really want to, like that?" 

I felt her slight nod on my thigh and imaging that she was blushing. She must have been; she then replied: 

"Shouldn't have said that, but I guess I did." 

"Then we will," Vicky said, obviating any further discussion.

"If you want to," Tim replied.

"We do," I agreed, and Elsa clutched my hand to her breast. 

What an evening - and what an afternoon! - I thought to myself: both girls wanting to lick the other's pussy with my cock in it, and then all this with Tim. And he certainly hadn't objected! And we were going to do it again! If he had been bothered about letting us use the room, wondering what we did, he knew now and had the promise that he would be part of it again with Elsa. Then I remembered that she was here at my sister's insistence, so that she didn't have to wait till the next weekend, when Vicky would have her period. Would Elsa want to do it alone with both Tim and me? What, how? Like in the afternoon, one of us licking her pussy with the other's cock in it?! 

To be continued immediately.



A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 08



What an evening - and what an afternoon! - I thought to myself: both girls wanting to lick the other's pussy with my cock in it, and then all this with Tim. And he certainly hadn't objected! And we were going to do it again! If he had been bothered about letting us use the room, wondering what we did, he knew now and had the promise that he would be part of it again with Elsa. Then I remembered that she was here at my sister's insistence, so that she didn't have to wait till the next weekend, when Vicky would have her period. Would Elsa want to do it alone with both Tim and me? What, how? Like in the afternoon, one of us licking her pussy with the other's cock in it?! 

While I was envisioning that, not sure that I wanted to be that close to his cock, My sister Vicky sat up and said: 

"We still have another round of beer, and lots of time before we have to catch our bus." 

We all sat up in the dim light from the bathroom. Tim put his arm around my sister - for him, my "cousin" - and she turned her face to him. Yeah, that was a good idea, we should kiss our partners, even though I couldn't remember that I had afterwards with Vicky or Elsa. They kissed, and Elsa liked that we did. I did too, feeling that it was appropriately more romantic, if that was the way Tim thought it should be. Vicky remarked: 

"Maybe we can turn on the light now."

"And use the bathroom again," Elsa added. 

"Um-hmm," we all agreed and got up. 

We didn't turn on the light in the room, crowding into the small bathroom together. We all smiled wryly at seeing each other together in light after what we had done together. I thought that Tim looked a little sheepish as he glanced at the girls. When had he been with two naked girls and done all that with one of them? I would have felt the same way. Elsa shrugged, giving him a smile, and reached for a washcloth. We made space for her to use the washbasin. My sister used the toilet, more to make more space, since she only dribbled. Tim snorted with another wry expression at her unabashed intimacy and murmured: 

"I guess so," reminding me that the girls had used the toilet before, while he had been in the shower, waiting for his cock to relax enough so that he could go. 

I washed myself next, hoping that he would then be less embarrassed about doing so. He seemed to be, and then Vicky washed herself. When she gave him a grin, he looked slightly embarrassed. Yeah, I thought, having sex with company and so openly must be embarrassing, that it would have been for me too, if I hadn't spent all afternoon with both girls. 

We returned to the room, just leaving the door wide open instead of turning on a light. Tim found his six pack and passed around the last four beers. As we opened them, he murmured: 

"Never thought this would happen," and then raised his beer. 

We all nodded and drank with him, still standing. Then Elsa looked at him and asked: 

"May I sit on your bed?" 

He looked surprised, but then nodded. She did, and Vicky moved to sit on my bed. When I joined her, Tim shrugged slightly, then turned and joined Elsa. A preview of the next weekend I thought, then remembering that Vicky couldn't. Had Elsa thought of that, considered that she would be alone with both Tim and me? We had another sip, Then Vicky murmured: 

"Next weekend I can't, you know, girls' ... 'thing'."

Tim nodded. Elsa then nodded, scowling slightly as she looked at me. Then Tim murmured: 

"I can't either," then adding: "Maybe just as well. Not the next weekend either."

"Pity," Elsa replied, glancing at him and rubbing his thigh. 

He nodded with a smile, and we all drank again, but she then smiled at me. I wondered what he thought, when Vicky then rubbed my thigh, but remarked brightly: 

"But then we can again."

Tim looked dubious, but when Elsa rubbed his thigh again, he shrugged and replied: 

If you all want to. I can then."

I drank to that, to stifle a chuckle, and the others did, Tim's and my thighs getting another rub. Elsa's "I do," seemed superfluous, but earned her a smile from Tim. He even put his hand on her thigh. 

That settled it all: Elsa and I would be together, and then Vicky and I. Tim didn't have to know that Elsa would be having her period, and then we would all do it again. We all smiled with soft hums, nodding, and drank again. Tim shrugged as he gave me slight smirk, and then returned Elsa's rub. They exchanged smiles, and my sister and I did. All settled. 

We finished our beers. The girls said that they should use the bathroom again before their bus ride back to their college. When they left us, Tim remarked softly to me: 

"This is really happening? Like this? They really want to again?"

I was tempted to suggest: "Unless you chicken out," but replied: 

"They want to, really, both of them."

He shook his head slightly in disbelief, but then shrugged again with a grin and murmured: 

"If they really want to."

He hadn't spoken softly enough; both girls replied from the bathroom: 

"We do." 

I grinned with a nod. He mouthed almost silently: 

"Oh fu ...!"

I nodded again, grinning, and then he did. 

The girls returned, both grinning at him and repeating: "We do."

I wondered if they meant that both wanted to with him in three weeks, wondered if Tim could think that. If we had all afternoon and evening together, he could get a double dose of everything they liked to do, we all could. The girls started to find their clothes, and Tim and I did. The girls saved their sweaters for last. Both of them smiled mischievously at us as they raised their arms, letting us enjoy seeing their breasts rise - with aroused nipples - before their sweaters covered them. There couldn't have been a better confirmation of their having said: "We do." 

I was wrong. After we accompanied them to the bus stop, they kissed both of us, as good as they could, despite others' seeing us change partners, then both said: "next time," as they got on the bus. I wondered what the other couples thought that could suggest and whether one of the other girls knew them and might ask them on the bus. 

As Tim and I returned, out of earshot of anyone, he hummed, shaking his head wonderingly, and said: 

"They really wanted to. Gosh, I sure didn't expect that! Your cousin really wanted to do that!"

"Um-hmm. I didn't really expect it would happen. Oh, we had talked about its being unfair, the way we've been using our room, and the girls sort of said something suggesting what happened, but I was almost as surprised as you were."

"They both suggested they wanted to with me?"

"It sounded like it. You didn't seem to mind."

"Hm-hmm! I didn't have a chance to say no."

"Hope you didn't want to."

"How could I? Oh, gosh! Three times; I didn't know that could happen, that I could."

"With the right help."

Tim glanced over at me with wide eyes and said: 

"Shit! And you did that with both of them all afternoon, everything, like she did?!

"'Fraid so. I hadn't expected Elsa to come along. As you said: 'I didn't have a chance to say no.'"

"Shit! You could, that many times?!"

"It was a long afternoon, and we had a couple of beers in between, talking."

"Hmm! And we're supposed to do that in a couple of weeks, me with both of them?"

"It sounded like it, unless Elsa wants to have you just for herself."

"Shit!"

After a couple of steps, I remarked: 

"It didn't look like you would mind that."

"No, but still, ... I have to get accustomed to thinking about all this. ... Oh God! What about ...?"

"They're both on the pill, if that's what you mean."

"Yeah, thank God! I thought about that at some point, but then she was putting it in, and, well, I forgot."

"Nice, that you had thought about it." 

Tim nodded, and we returned to our room, reminded by its state of all we had done, but didn't say anything more, although Tim glanced at me with a shrug, when he felt the moist spot on his bed. Mine was much more damp. 

In the morning, Tim did return to the subject, just briefly: 

"And you're going to do it with Elsa next weekend, and with Vicky the following one?" 

I nodded, then shrugging. Time snorted with nod, then also shrugging, as he muttered: 

"I guess so."

During the week, I wondered what the girls had said about it all, also if they were using Elsa's spice bottle. That thought let me wonder what they thought about Tim's cock - bigger than mine? Elsa had only seen it - maybe why she had surprised us all by saying that she wanted to sleep with Tim next time? My sister would know; she had had it in her hand, mouth and pussy, but I wasn't sure I wanted to ask her. 

Saturday morning, I got a six pack and went to meet Elsa at the bus stop. She grinned, as she got off the bus, immediately saying that we could talk in the room. We did exchange a few words on the way there, but her remark made me curious about what she could want to tell me in the privacy of our room. 

When I closed the door and turned back to her, she was already unbuttoning her blouse. That surprised me, but I immediately started to get undressed. She nodded with a smile, but must have noticed my surprise, shrugging and remarking: 

"Guess I really didn't think about it, just sort of assumed this is the way we always are here. We don't have do anything, well, not immediately." 

"Yeah, I guess it is," I agreed: "and you said you wanted to talk." 

She nodded with another smile, and then we were all naked, smiling as we looked at each other, her nipples popping out. She rubbed her arm over them. Yes, we weren't supposed to do anything immediately. Did she want a beer? I glanced at the six back. She shook her head. After a glance around the room, she murmured: 

"I guess we should lie down, just too funny sitting like this."

"Um-hmm, very, and then talk," I replied. 

She nodded and I opened up my bed. She immediately lay down, leaving space for me. I joined her and we got comfortable, legs overlapping, our arms between us, about as un-suggestive as two people can lie in bed together. After a moment, I asked: 

"Now talk?"

"Um-hmm. Oh, that was good. Vicky and I were almost as surprised as Tim must have been."

"Very! Me too. But he thought it was good too, just that he was very surprised, not just that you two seduced him." 

"We did? I guess so. And 'not just that'?"

"Everything she did with him."

"Hm-hmm! I guess so. She liked it."

"What?"

"His cock, surprising him, and that he did it so good to her his first time."

"Hmm? Sounded like they did. His cock?" I asked, wonder what Vicky had said about it.

"Yeah, that was good, listening to them. That was fun, letting them suggest what we could do."

"Very; we needed a little inspiration after all we had done in the afternoon."

"Not really, for me, at least, but it was fun, taking longer, until they really did it."

"What I had been thinking. And his cock?" 

I hadn't want to ask Elsa about it, but if Vicky had told her something. Elsa chuckled and replied: 

"She liked it."

"Only her second one, but I kind of have assumed that she would like any one."

"Hm-hmm! Probably. She said that it wasn't like yours."

"Circumcised, couldn't rub his skin up and down?"

"Um-hmm. We couldn't see that when he was aroused."

"About the only way you saw it, until later."

"Um-hmm, and then I wasn't really looking at it any more." 

"Nice girls don't stare. And she liked that?"

"Just that it was different, her second one."

"And now you want to know how his is?"

"I wanted to before."

"That was honest, surprised us, when you said you did."

"Oooh! Yeah! Surprised me too. Oh, hope you don't mind?"

"Of course not! Not as long as you still like mine."

"Hm-hm-hmm! Did you say 'like' or 'lick'?"

It sounded like she could be finished with just talking. I chuckled and replied: 

"I think I said 'like', but if you wanted to think you heard 'lick,' that is a very nice way to like it."

"Um-hmm! I didn't say whether or not I would still like yours."

"You won't know until you've ... 'liked' his." 

"No!" she replied cheerfully with a chuckle, then adding: 

"So I guess I'll just have to 'like' yours, until I find out."

I chuckled heartily and replied: 

"That's nice to hear, but are you sure you can remember for the next two weeks, plus the past week?"

"Oooh, maybe not! I 'liked' it a lot last week."

"You sure did! I did too." 

"Hm-hmm! Then you wouldn't mind if I refreshed my recollection?"

"I don't think so, if you promise later that you still like mine." 

Elsa's hand slid over my arm and down my side. I felt my cock anticipating where her hand could be heading. She chuckled and replied: 

"Oh, that's easy; I promise. Don't have to tell you if I like his better."

"No! And I know you can't 'like' his better than you do mine."

Her hand found my swelling cock, and we both chuckled. She murmured: 

"I don't think so, either." 

Our play on words ended. I rolled back, and she moved down between my legs. A moment later, my cock was in her mouth, and her fingers were fondling my balls. There was no way she could like licking my cock better than she was, nor that I could enjoy her liking to lick to it. 

When I had come in her mouth, and she began to move up over me, I expected that she wanted me to lick - like licking - her pussy, but she only moved up enough to guide my cock to it. We both moaned, as she lowered her hip, and it slid into her already slippery tight pussy. She moaned again as she dropped down on me. If she wanted it that way? Her pussy did, squeezing my cock. 

She was smirking down over my face with tightly closed lips. I stuck out my tongue. She nodded, and our lips met, and then our tongues, hers pressing to get in my mouth, not just her tongue! Had she swallowed any of my semen, so much sliding in my mouth with her tongue? She chuckled and rocked her hips, reminding my cock where it was. Had she wanted to prove that she liked to lick my cock as good as possible? She had. 

We fucked, my fingers finding her asshole, my mouth finding her aroused nipples, until she wanted to fuck too actively for me to keep one in my mouth. She came, and I came again. She collapsed on me, gasping and moaning, my deep breaths raising her up and letting her sink down on me. As we recovered, our stomachs moved against each other in slightly different tempi, sometimes against each other, then one of us exhaling as the other drew a breath. 

When I could think again, it occurred to me that Tim probably couldn't imagine that he could have two such good orgasms without a pause. Would Elsa want him to? She chuckled and took another deep breath and said: 

"He can't come better than you did; it can't be better with him."

"If that's what makes you like to lick so much?"

"Not really, but I like the confirmation that I have."

"You got it from me, even he thinks it was better for him."

"Hmm? He won't know, just maybe better than Vicky did."

"Hm-hmm! Unlikely; she does it real good, at least as good as you did."

"And licks my pussy as good as you do."

"Let's stop the comparisons; it's always good."

"Um-hmm. Just wanted to remind you of what else you can do."

I feigned a deep groan. She nodded with chuckle and murmured: 

"Not right now; that was good enough for a while."

"Thank goodness! After a beer?"

She nodded and rocked her hips, and my wilting cock slipped out of her pussy. I felt it dripping. She must have too; she chuckled and said: 

"We did it real good, for both of us."

"Um-hmm, very. Beer."

Elsa rolled off me, and I got up and got us two beers. As I returned with them, she frowned slightly and said: 

"Oh, I hope you don't mind that I want to with him. Kind of tactless to talk about wanting to, while we're like this."

"Yeah, I guess it could be, except that I want you to, too."

I handed her a beer, and we sat with our backs against the wall and drank. Then she snorted softly and asked: 

"Do you think there other people here like us three - four? 

"Lucky, if they are. Last week, you sort of said that other girls might be, if they had the chance."

"Yeah, well, maybe wanting to without the romantic stuff - but sharing? Oh, of course, there are roommates who do what Vicky and I do, but both of them also sharing one - two - guys?" 

"You'll have to ask around. Hm-hmm! A campus questionnaire for a sociology course."

"Oh, that would be funny; I can imagine the questions. After some harmless ones about sexual experience, then the more interesting ones."

"Hm-hmmm! That would be good. Are you a virgin? If not, skip to question number X. Do you want to stay one? If so, until marriage, before marriage, but just with your fiancé? If you don't want to stay a virgin: a) would you sleep with the first guy you could; b) only if you fell in love with him; c) . . ."

She interrupted me, snickering and continuing: 

"c) fake the romance, so that he was willing to sleep with you. Question X and following for non-virgins: how old were you the first time. Then similar ones about motivation the first time. And then some about experience: how many, two-timing on guys. Oh, about protection: the pill, rubbers, none."

I interrupted her: 

"Oh, Tim was suddenly worried about that. And then the better questions. You want ones about doing anything with girls?"

"Of course! Could start with about doing it to yourself, if anyone else knows, and so on, finally, for those who have all answered yes, a multiple choice about what they do." 

"Hm-hmm! Want a question about your spice bottle or whatever?"

"Of course! Not sure if that could be multiple choice; too many different nice round things." 

We chuckled and drank. Then I asked: 

"Like what?"

"Mmmm! Lots of things: tubes for stuff, handles - hair brushes' - felttips, roll-on deo, anything that fits."

"And McCormick spice bottles." 

"Um-hmm, and probably lots of other stuff in the supermarket." 

"Fruits and vegetables?"

"If they fit." 

We laughed and drank again. She chuckled and said: 

"And now the good questions for those who have admitted they have done everything else."

"Have to have a couple of questions about 'everything else'," I suggested.

Oh, of course, sure, but I was thinking about: have you had sex with a relative? Multiple choice. Have you/do you sleep with someone whom you knows sleeps with another girl? Do you know her? Does she know that you do?" 

Elsa continued: 

"If she does know, how does she feel about? Have you both been with him at the same time? If you have, did/do you and she do anything together? What? Does he know? I guess there should be a question about the girls doing it before the ones about at the same time with him and his knowing."

"Of course," I agreed, adding: 

"Still need a question about the girls sharing two guys."

"Or the guys sharing two girls," Elsa added. 

"Hmm? They could be doing that without being in the same place at the same time."

"Have to have a question about that too. Hm-hmm! If the four of you are together, what do you do?"

"Multiple choice?" I asked.

"How many possibilities are there, can you think of?"

"Mmmm! Too many for just four multiple choice answers. Hm-hmm: If you checked all four, you can write in anything else you do."

"All four of them doing something together? Sounds like an orgy. We're not going to do that."

"Hm-hmm! I doubt it, but if you could think of it ..."

"It was your idea that they could do more than four things."

"And I really can't think of more than four - at the moment." 

We drank again and chuckled, agreeing that our little game had been fun, but that we were sure such a questionnaire would never happen. When we finished our beers, Elsa smirked and said: 




A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 08



"I can only think of three things we can do, and we've done two of them already."

"You can be so subtle. You weren't suggesting anything, were you?"

"Oh, no! I just happened to think of that, after our talking about multiple choice questions."

I grinned and replied: 

"Girls can do multiple something else."

"Like what?" she asked with a grin.

"Wouldn't be subtle, if I told you. Didn't Vicky tell you what we once did back home?"

She thought for a moment, then grinned with a nod and asked: 

"On your desk? Like that? Or on your chair?"

"Um-hmm, I thought you two didn't have any secrets."

"Mmmm! And you think I can do that?"

"If I can," I replied, now not sure which time with my sister I had meant, and realizing that I was expecting that my cock would have to stay aroused for the multiple orgasms I was hoping Elsa would have. 

She chuckled warmly with a nod and replied: 

"Then, if we both can." 

Had I wondered how the two of us would spend the whole afternoon together?! 

"Desk or chair?" she asked, as she got off my bed. 

"Desk, if you want me to do the only thing we haven't yet."

"That too!" she replied. 

As I got off my bed, she carefully stacked my books, making a support for her head, when she lay down. I was glad that my cock hadn't yet understood what it was going to have to do. She hopped up on my desk, adjusting the books under her head, as she grinned at me with a hum and spread her thighs. 

This was indecent, I thought, dropping to my knees, our both so agreed that we just wanted to have sex. My nearer view of her pussy let me forget that, her pussy lips already a little open, their pink inner sides showing. Mmmm, inviting my tongue to lick between them! She was going to taste so good! She drew up her thighs and held them, letting them flop wider apart. It was indecent for a girl to present her now even more open pussy to be licked, lovely pink, her smooth little inner lips looking like they just wanted to be licked, had to be licked! 

I realized that my tongue was moving on my own lips, as I enjoyed the view of her so attractive pussy, almost entranced I was still considering how to start, when she drew her legs back further, almost doubled up, accentuating how her pussy mound curved up between her thighs. Perfect, I thought, licking my lips again. Oooh! And now I could see her asshole. Did she want me to? Vicky had licked it, and Elsa had liked that. Of course, I did too, like Vicky did. Sweet little asshole, almost as pink as her pussy. 

My hands grasped the cheeks of her ass and drew them apart. She hummed. Just because I was finally touching her, or because she anticipated what I wanted to do? My tongue found it. She moaned with a chuckle. It sounded like she had been wanting me to start there. 

Sweet little asshole, twitching under my tongue, wanting to be aroused, wanting the tip of my tongue to probe, relaxing and letting it a little. She chuckled with another hum. Of course, it felt good, arousing. I knew that; it felt just the same for mine, but I wanted to taste her pussy. My tongue slid up, enjoying licking the little space between her holes. She responded, first with slightly disappointed "hnn," when my tongue left her asshole, then with a chuckle, when I licked above. Then she let her hips rock down, almost forcing my tongue move up and probe in her pussy. 

Lovely, wet pussy hole, tasted so good, and my tongue could really probe in it, feeling it contract on the tip of my tongue. I heard another chuckling moan; she loved it. Was she also anticipating how it would feel, when her pussy contracted on my cock? My cock was anticipating already. 

But it was going to have to wait; I wanted to make her let me taste her pussy juice. My tongue slid up to where I knew it could make her, and my open mouth covered as much her pussy mound as it could, sucking, as my tongue lapped and moved her firm little swelling. She moaned; my hands slid up the outside of her hips and up her sides and then found her firm breasts and stiff nipples. "Uhn-hnnn!" she responded, moaning again. 

Would any pussy taste as good as hers and my sister's, be as delightful to lick? I squeezed and twisted her nipples and licked more vigorously, admonishing myself for having thought about any other pussy while I was licking hers, rewarded then by hearing her more aroused moans. I knew them; this was going to be so good - for her and for me. 

Her moans began to sound desperate; she wanted it! Her thighs dropped down on my arms, and suddenly her hands were clasping my head to her pussy, and she began to groan, whimpering groans, and her hips twitched. Soon! 

Now! With a gasp and groan, she came, wet on my chin, gasping and groaning again, and then again, as her body spasmed. God, I loved it, and to know that I had made it so good for her again! 

Her hands relaxed, and I caught my breath, then licked up from below her so wet opening, delighting at the taste and amount of her pussy juice. When my tongue inadvertantly touched her little swelling again, she shivered with a surprised "uhn!" The next time my tongue lapped up and touched it, her hips twitched, and her hands clasped my head to her pussy again. 

She wanted it again, at least, couldn't help but want it, and I had wanted to give her another orgasm this way before we fucked. I did. Almost immediately, she was whimpering again, her twitching hips insisting on what her pussy wanted. After a gasp, she exclaimed: "Oh fuck!" and came again. 

She had wanted it, we both had wanted it. Would she really want to fuck now, remember that that was why she was lying on my desk? My cock sure did, but I didn't want to do anything she didn't. 

After another gasp and long moan, she muttered: 

"Enough, ... enough this way. Fuck!" 

This time her use of the word was a command. As I stood up, I wondered if my sister's description of what we had done had sounded so arousing that Elsa had now also recognized her capacity for multiple orgasms. She must have; when I was guiding my cock to her pussy, she demanded again: "Fuck me!" 

I was surprised by her insistence; she sure hadn't been that direct before. Her eyes were closed. She nodded with a moan as my cock plunged into her slippery, tight pussy. We both moaned. Her eyes flickered open, and she nodded again, almost silently muttering "fuck." 

When I had risen up, I had raised her legs again, and did as she told, my hips slapping against her ass. For a few thrusts, my balls also slapped against her, but then didn't. My sister must have really told her in detail how we had done it; Elsa's hand slid down and began to rub her pussy. She had another little orgasm, without my having had one. When her fingers stopped rubbing, I held my throbbing cock still deep in her pussy, willing to let that be enough for her - unwillingly, from my cock's point of view. How did it look, deep in her pussy? As pretty pink as what I could see of it? 

"Don't stop," she muttered, and her fingers began to rub again. She really was in a multiple orgasm mode! My cock was delighted to be moving again in the clutches of her pussy. I was kind of proud that she came again before it did, but she still wanted more. With more willpower than arousal, my cock and I helped her fingers give her two more orgasms. Or was it three? Maybe I came again; I wasn't sure; it didn't matter. After her last one, she muttered: "Oh fuck, enough." 

It really was; my cock immediately beginning to relax. "Fucked out," the expression had new meaning for me. After a few moments, when I pulled it out, it dropped down. She just nodded with a soft "um-hmm." I wondered if she also heard the sound of her pussy dripping on the floor. I looked down at her closed eyes and gently lowered her legs. She nodded again, and then opened them, looking at me with tired expression, then smiling slightly before she murmured: 

"That's not about making babies." 

"I hope not," I replied with a bemused expression, adding: 

"But why it happens." 

We both snorted with nods and wry expressions. She reached up for me to help her sit up. Her ass slipped of my desk as I did. I caught her in my arms. We just embraced, no kiss. When she could stand, she gave me a wry smile and said: 

"I just had to try that, ... after all Vicky told."

"It sure seemed like it, must have been a lot that she told."

"Um-hmm," she agreed with a nod, then chuckled and murmured: 

"Thanks for sticking in there."

I had to chuckle, more than she then did, replying: "I think that's what she also said."

We both chuckled, then laughed. She embraced me again, and this time we did kiss, just a little. Then she moved her feet and chuckled and asked: 

"Did you or I make the floor so wet?"

"You, more times, and probably from before I could."

"Hm-hmm! I thought you were trying to lick that all up."

"I was, but just trying to; wished I could have." 

"Wished you could have, too," she agreed, and we separated. 

She smiled wryly again and suggested that we clean up. Then she wrinkled her nose and ran her hands up the inside of her thighs, wiping them on them. I thought to remark that I had been right, that most of what she had dripped had been from her, but didn't. She preceded me to the bathroom and grabbed my washcloth and towel. Back in the room, snickering, she wipe off the edge of my desk and then the floor. When she held up the dirty washcloth for me to see, she smirked and said: 

"And now you; wasn't planning to use a washcloth, anyway."

"And you too; I wasn't either." 

In the shower together, she did first try to rinse my washcloth, and then we washed each other, after we had peed, just chuckling. And we really just washed each other, thoroughly, but without arousing each other. As she said, when we were drying ourselves: 

"That should really be enough for one day." 

I agreed, thinking that doing anything more - we couldn't do anything else - would have to be anticlimatic, too forced. She agreed, however, that we could have another beer, and we did, still naked. As she had said, when we entered the room, that just seemed the way we always were in it. 

We sat on my bed with our hands on each other's thigh, sipping and discussing what else we could do. When that expression fell - "what else we could do," we exchanged wry smiles. We rubbed each other's thigh, but it had reminded us both - me, at least - that what we had done was about the only thing we did together. 

"More reason to do something else," she murmured, confirming that she had had the same thought. I agreed with a nod and smile and said something about Vicky's having gotten us started where most couples took a while to get to. Elsa smiled and agreed, but said that she didn't mind: "not in the least." I agreed, feeling the same - of course - and offered to take her to dinner in a restaurant. She liked that, and we finished our beers. 

When we were getting dressed, we smirked slightly at each other: she at me, when I flipped my cock in my shorts, and then me at her, when she grinned before her breasts disappeared in her bra. We didn't have any problems with the fact that our relationship had started with getting naked before we had done anything else together. 

It was still quite early for dinner, but the small restaurant was already open. I had never been there before, but had heard that it was nice and quiet. It was, and we were the first customers. We chose our meals from the menu. I had suggested something as expensive as I could afford. Elsa chose something more reasonable, and we both order that. There was an unopened bottle of wine on the table. Would we be served wine? Tim had said that we probably wouldn't in that other restaurant. 

After she took our orders, the waitress returned and looked at the wine bottle and asked if we wanted wine. I was suspicious that a bottle offered that way wouldn't be so cheap, but Elsa and I had agreed to a more reasonable meal, and I wanted to seem more sophisticated, but didn't venture to ask what it would cost or to ask for the wine list. Elsa smiled at me with a shrug, and I nodded to the waitress. She opened the bottle and poured, and left us. 

Hang the cost, I thought, and Elsa and I drank, thinking again that if I had had to take her out before we maybe did everything we had, it would have been more than just one dinner. She definitely deserved a nice dinner with wine, and I was pleased to discover that at least one restaurant didn't ask for ID. 

Our so early meal was quickly served, and we enjoyed it, also the bottle of wine, the first time I had shared a bottle with just one person, less than shared it, since Elsa refused my third offer to top up her glass, but almost grinned, when I emptied the bottle in my glass. When the bill was presented, the wine was not at all as expensive as I had feared. I didn't have experience with tipping, but left a better one than I probably would have. 

As we left the restaurant, Elsa took my arm. That hadn't happened with a girl before, but, of course, I liked that she had, crooking my arm and feeling more worldly: a woman taking my arm, as though I were a grown man. Well, we had already done as much as any couple could, and her arm was a nice support after all the wine I had drunk. 

We walked on back to my campus, and the affect of the wine lessened. I felt more confident, until she drew my elbow closer to her, to her breast, soft against my arm. Had she done than intentionally, or just because of all we had done, including what she had drunk? I glanced over at her, and she glance up at me with smile - and held my arm to her breast again. This time clearly on purpose and in connection with her smile. I was still not sure about that, until she asked softly: 

"And Tim? He's not going to be back this evening?"

He wasn't; was she suggesting we return to our room - and do what we had always done there? Again?! I shook my head, in response to her question, wondering if I was replying to my own. She didn't know them, but in the dark her hand pulled my arm right over her breast, over her nipple. Did she think I could feel it? Was it aroused? I couldn't feel it, but was it, or did she just want me to think it was?! She let my arm slide back to her side and murmured: 

I can't think of anything better to do." 

She had read my thoughts! I had read hers! Was I, were we a little high after the wine? She added: 

"Oh, I can, in principle, study, but Vicky probably won't let me, will want to hear what we did."

"And you'll tell her?" I asked, a little relieved by having something to say, although it was almost asking if she wanted more to tell my sister. 

"She'll ask," Elsa replied. 

"Hmm? I guess so, if she can't."

"Um-hmm. She'll be very curious after last weekend."

"We couldn't do all that," I replied, accepting that we were going to talk about it.

"Hm-hmm! For sure not! And I guess he won't do everything we did." 

"I doubt it; he was surprised enough by what he did with Vicky." 

"He should have been. Oh, that was good." 

I was warming to our conversation and asked: 

"And you want him to with you."

"Oooh! Oh! Of course so, if you don't mind my admitting it." 

"Wouldn't have believed you, if you had denied it."

She nodded and pulled my arm back over her nipple, then murmuring: 

"But we can do it again, ... not like that on your desk."

"That's a relief!" I replied with a chuckle, accepting that we were going back to my room and do whatever else she wanted. 

We returned to our room and immediately started to get undressed. Despite our talk and our knowing that we were going to do something, there was nothing erotic about, even though we both hummed and grinned when we saw each other naked. That we then both agreed that we had to go to the bathroom, also wasn't arousing. I was going in the washbasin. Before I started to wash my cock, she snickered and said: 

"Don't; I can taste that too." 

"Me too," I agreed, grinning at her in the mirror.

She grinned back and just shook her hips on the toilet. Okay, tasting each other that way also wasn't arousing, but it suggested how we both would be tasting each other, settling my question about what we would do. My cock definitely wasn't aroused, as I turned back to her, but when I stared at her nipples, they popped. She grinned again, glancing down at them, and murmured: 

"The only way we haven't." 

"Can't suck them then," I replied.

She frowned for an instant, sliding her hands up under them, but then she jiggled them and grinned again and said: 

"But I can, you." 

My cock must have been listening. As we returned to the room, I felt it swinging. I looked at my bed and moved my arm with what I thought was formally graceful invitation for her to lie down. She snickered with a nod, grinning again, and I realized that my gesture must have seemed incongruous - my being naked and feeling that my cock would now wag rather than swing, when I moved to join her. She almost dove down on the bed, pushing my pillow out of the way, and waited for me, holding her head and thigh up, and licking her lips, her tongue circling around them. 

Oh, fuck! No, suck and lick! If it hadn't been arousing before, it was now! My cock hardly wagged as I took the couple of steps to join her, dropping down on the bed and drawing my thigh up under her head, as she did the same. My hands slipped over and under her waist and drew her hips closer. She hardly had to help my cock find her mouth, before her hands did the same. We both moaned, and again, when my mouth was on her pussy. So that's how it tasted after her drinking wine, but only for the first couple of licks. For her too, her tongue exploring over the little slit of my cock? 

Then it was where I most enjoyed feeling it, and feeling her sucking, and my tongue was where I knew she wanted most to feel it. She had been so right, her: "I can't think of anything better to do." 

She wanted to suck my cock, and I wanted to lick her pussy, and they both wanted to be! 

How could it be so arousing again, so soon? Not just because our fingers were helping make it feel so good. Our hips twitched. Not just "sucking and licking," for me, anyway; I was fucking her in her mouth! And she was loving it, encouraging my hips. I could only try to keep my mouth where it should be on her pussy, when her hips twitched. Didn't she want to slow down, maybe suck my balls, let my cock recover a little? 

She didn't. It didn't. I forgot about licking, having to moan and then groan. She knew my sounds too; they only encouraged her. Fuck! Try not to, not too deep in her mouth! I grunted and came. She could have that deep in her throat, and that again, too. Did my cock feel her swallowing, when she made that noise? The next time, she only moaned, and then again, and then she sucked again, and my cock gave her a little more. She moaned again, and I did, relaxing and catching my breath. 

"Uhn!" She should know better than to let her tongue lick there, but then her hips twitched. 

My tongue couldn't fuck her pussy, but it wanted the best I could do, and my tongue knew where. Could a girl's orgasm this way be as good as what she could do with her mouth? 

She couldn't have enjoyed mine more than I would hers, if I could make hers so good. 

I tried. For a few moments, she sucked my cock again, but then let it slip out of her mouth and moaned louder. Encouraged by the thought that she now just wanted hers, I did my best with tongue and finger. She moaned and began to whimper. Let me give it to you; I thought: you give it to me - all your sweet pussy juice. 

She did; I had, delighting at how her body had spasmed, when her pussy flooded my face, but I was still wondering if it could have been as good for her as it had been for me. After a final gasp, she rolled back with a deep sigh. My tired tongue just savored the little of her pussy juice it could still taste. I also rolled back, then reached down and fondled her breast, and we both recovered with long, deep breaths and sighs. Then she murmured: 




A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 08



"Thanks. When we left to go to dinner ... Oh, and thank you for that and the wine! When we left to go to dinner, I really didn't think we would come back; that had been enough and so good, but ..."

"I didn't either; it had been, it was," I interrupted her.

"Um-hmm, but then when I thought of Vicky on the way back - before I mentioned her - I remembered that I couldn't next weekend, and - oh well, you know - I sort of used her as an excuse, but she will ask."

"And you will tell?"

"Hm-hmm! Like she did about what you two did."

"She'll like that?"

"Why would she have told me, almost bragged about it, if she didn't want us to do it?"

"Hmm? Sounds like her. Don't make her want us try to do even more."

"Hm-hmm! Okay, I'll let it sound like I thought she had done more." 

I fondled her breast, and we both chuckled softly. There was still plenty of time before she had to catch the last bus, but we agreed that "enough was enough, really!" and got up and washed. Back in the room, we both shrugged slightly at the sight of all our lovemaking. 

Lovemaking? Yeah, it was a little lovemaking, not just emotionless sex; can't help but feel some kind of love for a girl, who loved so much to do what I loved to do. 

Elsa glanced at the stack of my books that she had rested her head on and snickered once. When she moved to spread them out on my desk, I turned to my bed and remade it, not very carefully; Tim would know what we had been doing. When she turned back to me, she shrugged again and said: 

"That's not going to happen with him - on your desk I'm sure." 

"Very sure," I agreed. She smirked and replied: 

"And you and Vicky had also better not; we almost scared him last weekend."

"He got over it, just very surprised, talking, after you two left."

"Hmm? What?"

"Couldn't quite believe that you both wanted to with him."

"Both of us, in two weeks?"

"It could have sounded like it. I told him that maybe you didn't want to share him, not with those words."

"Maybe that's a good idea; can't see us taking turns." 

"I can't either, but - hm-hmm! - you sort of did last weekend."

Elsa nodded with a wry smile, agreeing: 

"I guess we did, but that's different." 

I nodded. We had been getting dressed; no smiles or smirks as we had put on our underwear, now putting on our outer clothing. When we had finished and were about to to leave the room, Elsa looked around again, then straightened the covers on my bed, and we left. 

On the way to the bus stop, when she took my hand, I squeezed it, then chuckled and said: 

"That was nice, when you took my arm."

"Um-hmm, feeling kind of grown-up."

"Didn't know grown-up women did it like that."

"Hm-hmm! I didn't either, but your arm was so close; just wanted to feel it against my breast."

"Just wanted to feel it?"

"Well, at first; guess that was when I thought about Vicky."

"Very subtle, well, then not very subtle, wanting to feel it somewhere else."

"Um-hmm, hope you didn't mind." 

"Just wondered if you thought I could feel your nipple." 

"Hmmm! I wondered too. Could you?"

"Just wanted to." 

We chuckled and clasped hands. At the bus stop, we embraced and kissed, like the three other couples were, standing a discreet distance from each other. When I saw one couple whispering, I whispered to Elsa: 

"Think they're wishing they had done more."

"Hmmm? Or like us, done it all already, so she can go back early?"

"'Done it all,' all we did?"

"Mmmm! I hope so."

"Hm-hmm! You can ask them on the bus."

"Hmm! Rather not! And they then ask me?!"

"No, we don't want them to be envious."

"They would!" 

She started another kiss. When the bus arrived, we and the other couples moved closer. We heard fond remarks. Elsa clasped my hand, smirking slightly in the dim light, and murmured in agreement to the others' remarks: 

"Me too. Mmmm!" and she smirked again, adding: 

"Hope it is just as good next weekend."

"Me too," I muttered, repressing a grin and chuckle." 

Then Elsa was gone, and I was on the way back to Tim's and my room, wondering if he would be there already, maybe have been waiting somewhere to see us leave the building, and then wondering what he would say. 

He was in the room, getting ready for bed. He gave me wry smile and remarked: 

"Don't have to ask if it was good - you two, you three!"

"Good? Very bad, we were very bad."

"Hmm!? Even worse! 

He frowned, but then gave me another wry smile. I hoped that he wouldn't ask how good/bad we had been, then volunteered: 

"But she sort of apologized for talking about you, admitting that she wanted to."

"Shit! Sorry! You two - you three! - and while you were doing whatever you were doing?"

"Not quite 'while', of course, but she wants to - hopes you do." 

I didn't think Elsa had said the last bit, but it seemed appropriate to encourage him. Tim snorted with another wry expression, then snorted again with a slight smile and shrugged, replying: 

"If she is as good - or as bad - as your cousin."

"She is," I confirmed softly.

It occurred to me that my comment was a little tactless. Our whole conversation was: talking about the girls as interchangeable sex partners. Tim had smiled, as I silently excused myself with the recollection that it was all the girls' idea. If they both liked to sleep with me - what a euphemism! - why shouldn't they want to sleep with him? Tim shook his head with a disbelieving expression and repeated: 

"You two, you three."

"Maybe all four of us," I replied. 

Tim snorted sharply with a very wry expression, but had nodded slightly. 

Ch 9 

Then Elsa was gone, and I was on the way back to Tim's and my college room, wondering if he would be there already, maybe have been waiting somewhere to see us leave the building, and then wondering what he would say. 

He was already in our room, getting ready for bed. He gave me wry smile and remarked: 

"Don't have to ask if it was good - you two, you three!"

"Good? Very bad, we were very bad."

"Hmm!? Even worse! 

He frowned, but then gave me another wry smile. I hoped that he wouldn't ask how good/bad we had been, then volunteered: 

"But she sort of apologized for talking about you, admitting that she wanted to."

"Shit! Sorry! You two - you three! - and while you were doing whatever you were doing?"

"Not quite 'while', of course, but she wants to - hopes you do." 

I didn't think Elsa had said the last bit, but it seemed appropriate to encourage him. Tim snorted with another wry expression, then snorted again with a slight smile and shrugged, replying: 

"If she is as good - or as bad - as your cousin."

"She is," I confirmed softly.

It occurred to me that my comment was a little tactless. Our whole conversation was: talking about the girls as interchangeable sex partners. Tim had smiled, as I excused myself with the recollection that it was all the girls' idea. If they both liked to sleep with me - what a euphomism! - why shouldn't they want to sleep with him? Tim shook his head with a disbelieving expression and repeated: 

"You two, you three."

"Maybe all four of us," I replied. 

Tim snorted sharply with a very wry expression, but he had nodded slightly.