Date: Tue, 10 Jun 2003 06:32:00 EDT
From: Chta919@aol.com
Subject: "Matinee"

The following story, or at least the start to it, was sent to me by a
friend for me to work on and finish.  It involves a straight woman in her
thirties who discovers her bisexuality with a pair of beautiful twins much
younger than she is.

As usual, the events and characters are fictional and are not intended to
depict anyone in particular, even if the names are borrowed from friends of
mine.  Furthermore, this is the property of its authors.  Any recopying to
another site needs to be approved by me through an email first.

Matinee

by Cheryl Taggert (chta919@aol.com) and an anonymous friend

Have you ever needed to be somewhere you could think about where your life
was headed?  A place where there would be no familiar sights or sounds to
distract you?  As I drove through the city on this Saturday afternoon I
wanted--no needed--such a place. Not home for sure.  Too many memories
there that I wanted to sort out.  Not the park either.  Men are always
hitting on young women that are alone there.  I didn't need that today

I passed a movie theater and thought that would be the perfect place.  I
could find a seat where I would be by myself, close my eyes and think.  I
had been so looking forward to my date tonight.  Dinner and dancing and
loving later.  My boyfriend, or should I say ex-boyfriend, called and
canceled.  The bastard said he needed some time to think about our
relationship.  I wondered if the pretty redhead I had seen him talking to
had anything to do with his needing to think.  Men and women break up all
the time, but this SOB didn't even break up with me face to face.  What
kind of jerk breaks up on the phone?  We had been dating for six weeks.
The sex wasn't great but was improving.

I bought a ticket to the next show, without even looking to see what was
playing.  I just hoped the theater wouldn't be crowded so I could sit
alone.

Just as the lights dimmed for the coming attractions, I felt someone sit
down on either side of me.  I looked to my right and there sat the
prettiest young girl I have ever seen.  About 12 years old, she had long
blonde hair and the bluest eyes.  She was wearing matching pink shorts and
halter, revealing about three inches of midriff.  She smiled, showing
perfect white teeth.  Her eyes sparkled.

I looked to my left to see who was sitting there and to my surprise it was
the exact same girl.  Well, she was the identical twin of the one on my
right.  I don't see how even their mother could tell them apart.  She
smiled that same sweet smile.

I whispered, "Would you like to change seats with me so you can sit by your
sister?"

She smiled and said, "No, when we sit together we talk and giggle and that
bothers the people around us."

I thought to myself that these were such nice girls.  So pretty and
well-mannered.  Most times girls that pretty are self-centered and spoiled
rotten.  I decided their parents must be so proud of them.  It was obvious
they were being raised properly.

The next preview started and I felt the girls shift in their seats toward
me.  I felt their shoulders pushing against mine.  I thought this probably
gave them a sense of security.  A third preview started and to my great
surprise, I felt a hand placed on both my legs.  I had both my arms on the
arm rests, so I guessed they just need a place to put their hands.  I could
feel the heat from their skin even through my skirt.

I glanced at both and they were looking straight ahead with no expression
on their darling faces.  Then as if their hands were being controlled by
the same muscle, they cupped my knees.  I didn't know what to do.  Should I
push their hands away?  I had to admit this was getting exciting.  I was
being felt up by two gorgeous pre-teen twins.  I decided to see just how
far they would go.  In perfect sync they started gently squeezing my knees.
A few minutes later and again with perfect timing they moved their hands to
the insides of my knees and pulled my legs apart about a foot.

'My god.' I thought to myself.  What on earth was going on?  I should stop
them but I couldn't.  I was really getting turned on.

The feature started and soon their hands started inching up.  About an inch
up and a half inch back in perfect sync.  While doing this they gently
squeezed my inside legs.  Slowly, they made their way up, moving my skirt
higher and higher.  It seemed it took them forever to reach my panties, and
by now I was on fire.  I could feel that my pussy was soaking wet.  I
looked down and even in the dim light I could see a glistening spot,
revealing that indeed my panties were wet.  I guessed my pussy juice was
running down to the crack of my ass and getting the seat wet too, but I
didn't care.  I wanted so badly to feel their fingers on my cunt, but at
the leg band they started back down again.

I wanted to beg them to play with my cunt but I didn't.  I knew by now that
these girls had done this before and knew exactly what they were dong.  I
also knew that eventually they would finish me.  They would not leave me
hanging.

After several times up and down my legs they finally touched my
pussy. Nothing has ever felt so good.  The little nymph on my left
whispered in my ear, "Lift up your butt so we can take your panties off."

I did as she asked, and they both pulled them down far enough that gravity
took over and my soaked panties fell to the floor.  I lifted my foot up and
slid them off, putting them in my purse beside me so as not to restrict my
legs from opening wide.  This was, of course, what I did.  My pussy was on
display for anyone to see who might look that way, but the theater was
mostly deserted, except for a few couples scattered here and there.  I
thanked my lucky stars that I preferred to sit in the rear area of
theaters.

They started playing with my pussy.  They tickled and rubbed, they pulled
at my pubic hair, they were driving me mad.  I wanted those little fingers
inside me.  I could hardly breathe, but when I did I could smell my
excitement.  I tried to remain as quiet as possible to keep those in the
theater from hearing me.

Finally I felt two fingers enter me and slowly move in and out while
another started rubbing my clit.  Every nerve in my body responded.  I had
never experienced anything like this. I felt their breath in my ears as
they both whispered, "Cum for us.  Please."

My body stiffened and my legs shot straight.  My toes were pointed straight
as well.  Just as the credits started I came and came.  It was wonderful.
When I returned to earth the twin on my right whispered, "My name is Lynn."

The one on my left whispered, "My name is AnnMarie."  I somehow got out
that my name was Carol.

Lynn whispered seductively, "Same theater next week."

AnnMarie breathed into my other ear, "And don't wear any panties."

With that they got up and left.  And I started what seemed to be the
longest week of my life as I waited for my date with those two lovely
girls.

****************************************************

I must have masturbated a dozen times that week.  My mind kept going back
to those sweet, lovely little teenagers and their magic fingers.  They
certainly were experienced, and the thought that they were twins was almost
excruciating in its eroticism.  My orgasms were more intense that week than
they had ever been, even when I was the age of Lynn and AnnMarie and the
newness of sexual climax made each one so special.  I almost cried when the
day finally arrived for me to meet my lovely young friends again.

The same feature was playing, but of course I didn't care.  I bought my
ticket and entered the same theater, hoping the girls could make it as
well.  I didn't know what I would do if they didn't come.  The pun made me
smile as I entered the dark theater, and turned down the back row to find
"my" seat.  But when I looked at the seat where I had been the previous
week, I saw that there were already two people sitting on each side of "my"
spot.  It was dark and I was wondering how the twins would find me in there
when I realized the two people were Lynn and AnnMarie.  My eyes had begun
to adjust to the darkness, and I could see their blond hair gleaming
against the lights of the projected images on the screen.  I smiled with
more relief than I thought I would feel and moved toward my seat.  My pussy
was already very warm and wet, and I complimented myself on my choice of
attire, a denim skirt that would not show the moisture that would certainly
be dripping down the crevice of my pert ass and into my seat.  As it turned
out, I didn't have to worry about that, though.

Lynn and AnnMarie smiled at me as I moved between them to take my seat.  I
didn't know which one was on my left and which was on my right, but of
course that didn't matter, but I wanted to be sure I called them by name
correctly.

"Which one is Lynn?" I asked, tucking my denim skirt under my ass and
sitting.

The nymphet on my left leaned in and kissed my neck just below my earlobe.
"I'm Lynn," she breathed into my ear.  I shuddered deliciously at the
thrill of feeling her breath and kiss on my sensitive neck.

"And I'm AnnMarie," said the beautiful, young teenager on my right, taking
my face and turning it to her for the proffered kiss.  Her lips felt like
warm, buttery cotton.

"Did you wear panties?" Lynn asked.

"No," I sighed, still not believing I was doing this.

"Good.  We aren't either," she said, placing her hands at the hem of her
skirt and pulling up, exposing her beautiful, downy pussy.  In the dark
theater, the blond hair shown like silk.  It was so sparse I could see the
swollen pussy lips beneath the thin covering.  AnnMarie followed suit,
lifting her pert ass and sliding her own skirt up.  They were now sitting
with their bare asses on the seats.  I saw they too had worn denim to help
disguise the wet spots that had certainly formed on the back of their
skirts.

I looked at the twin pussies and gasped aloud.  I didn't know what I had
done to deserve this wonderful treat, but whatever it was, I was happy I
had done it.

Each twin reached for the hem of my skirt and began to tug.  I lifted my
ass and allowed them to pull my skirt up, exposing my steamy cunt to their
gaze.  And gaze they did.  I could almost feel their mouths watering.

As the movie started, each teen placed a hand on my burning gash and I
placed one hand on each girl's slit in return.  We sat there watching,
slowly working our fingers in and around our pussies.  I marveled at the
similarity of Lynn's and AnnMarie's pussy.  Even the folds of skin and
their little clits were identical.

The girls were very hot already, each pussy drenched in their juices, and I
could hear the wet sounds of my fingers as they explored the slick inner
crevices of the girls' pussies.  Again I was glad that the theater was
mostly empty.  If anyone had been sitting close by, they would have been
aroused to suspicion by the wet masturbatory sounds.  Or maybe just
aroused; Carol didn't know.

The twins were starting to squirm, as was I, and then they did something I
didn't expect.  Lynn broke free of my touch and knelt before me in the dark
theater.  I spread my legs farther as she quickly placed her face at my
pussy.  She wasted no time in moving into the wetness of my cunt and
licking me.  I thought I was going to cum right then, and loudly.  I
realized that maybe this was not the best place to be doing this.

"Girls^Ågirls," I breathed, spasming delightfully.

We all stopped what we were doing.

Their eyes, lust-filled, looked at me as if I had lost my mind for
stopping.

"Why don't we go somewhere we can have more fun and be alone and private?"

The twins looked at each other, deciding between them wordlessly what to
answer.  I remembered the studies that showed twins often had some sort of
mental telepathy, an unspoken way of communicating.  I could see their
teeth sparkle as they smiled simultaneously.

"Like where?" they questioned in unison.  It was like one person in two
bodies.  Two bodies that were mine for the taking.

"How about my place?"  I was starting to calm down a bit now, and for the
first time felt I could make it home without the need to come.

Again the shared look from the twins.  "We'll need to call home and tell
our mom she doesn't need to pick us up," said AnnMarie.

"You can't tell her you are going home with a strange woman," I said,
wondering what the twins would say wordlessly to each other.

This time Lynn spoke after the shared look.  "We'll tell her we met a
friend of ours and we are going to do some shopping with her and will get a
ride home."

"Then why are we still sitting here?" I asked and began to arrange my skirt
to leave the theater.

As we got into the car, Lynn took the front seat beside me and AnnMarie
took the backseat to herself.  On the way to my home, the girls treated me
to a show.  They turned to look at each other and masturbated calmly.
Their fingers were keeping their pussies on simmer, it seemed.  Neither of
them came, but the show was a wild one nonetheless.  I could barely
concentrate on my driving from watching the two sweet girls playing with
their pussies.  I noticed they would look at each other's pussy and then
into each other's eyes while slowly rubbing their fleshy mounds.

As we arrived at my home, I pushed the button to open my garage.  I drove
in and we all went indoors.  I led the way to the bedroom.  By the time we
were there, the girls had stripped out of their clothes completely.  They
stood naked before me and reached out in unison to undress me.  Their hands
unbuttoned my blouse and peeled the top from my body.  They unclasped my
bra and removed it, tossing it aside.  Lynn (or was it AnnMarie?) undid the
button of my skirt while the other unzipped it, causing the denim to fall
in a puddle around my feet.  We tumbled onto the king-sized bed, laughing
and touching.

Their bodies were totally identical, except that now I was realizing they
were more like mirror images of each other.  Lynn had a small latte-colored
birthmark on the outside of her left thigh, while AnnMarie had one on the
outside of her right thigh, in the same exact spot.  Each had a small mole
on the outside of her breast, but on opposite breasts.  As I became more
intimate with the girls' bodies, I began to notice more of these
mirror-image details.  It was truly amazing to see and contemplate.  I
began to know the girls' differences and began to associate Lynn with the
left, since her "blemishes" and such were mostly on her left side while
AnnMarie's were on her right.

Their breasts were capped by areoles and nipples so red they looked as if
they were colored with lipstick.  I began to refer to them as my
strawberries, or my strawberry ice cream cones since their breasts were
cone-shaped.  My own nipples were a deep brown, and they called them their
chocolate drops.  Their pussies, however, were totally identical.  It was
as if this was the center of each girl's being, the thing they shared
totally as the same.  It was neither left nor right, but central.  I smiled
at the appropriateness of this similarity.

As we rolled and giggled on the bed, the girls moved to form a chain, lips
to cunt.  Lynn moved to my pussy while AnnMarie ate Lynn.  I feasted on
AnnMarie.  My mouth devoured her.  Her downy twelve-year-old pussy filled
my vision.

My lips teased her clit, urging it out of its hiding place beneath the
slick hood.  It responded immediately.  I felt Lynn's mouth start to move
on my own pussy, making it ache with the need to cum.  I marveled at the
taste of AnnMarie's pussy.  It was so fresh tasting, so clean and lovely.
Not a strong taste at all.  It made her think of the fact that so many
called pussy juice "honey" or "nectar."

AnnMarie's hips began to rock against my clit rhythmically.  Moans escaped
her throat and were drowned in her sister's pussy.  I stole a glance at the
scene of the two girls, so identical, as AnnMarie ate Lynn's pussy, that
pussy that was so much like hers.  I began to wish I had had a twin sister.

I placed a finger at the entrance to AnnMarie's pussy and pushed.  The
finger was swallowed into the wetness.  I began to work it in and out,
finger-fucking her beautiful pussy as my tongue and lips moved around the
clit, feeling the nub's hardness against my tongue and teeth.  Curling my
finger toward the back of the pubic bone, I began to massage the spot
behind her clit, her G-spot.  She began to thrash around, nearly screaming
into her twin sister's pussy.  My ears picked up the sound distantly as
another sound filled my ears, a sound that was closer.  I suddenly realized
it was my own squeals of delight.  I was moaning into AnnMarie's pussy as
her twin sister licked and sucked on my pussy.

I realized my hips were bucking about, pushing into Lynn's mouth, straining
to increase the pressure against my searing clit.  I was in some sort of
sexual trance.  My body was responding on its own, totally devoid of
conscious thought.  It was as if my brain had disconnected and my pussy had
taken over my body.

Opening my mouth wide, I placed it over AnnMarie's pussy, covering all of
it except for her vaginal opening, where my fingers still worked in and
out, pressing against her G-spot.  From some mental distance, I realized
she was about to cum.  I also felt the vibrations of Lynn's throaty moans
and grunts as she approached a climax.  I was amazed, or perhaps I was no
longer so surprised, that they were approaching their orgasms
simultaneously.  They seemed at the exact same point in their excitement.
I knew they would cum together.  I also knew I would follow them.  Their
youth had many advantages, and cumming quickly and often was one.

They began to buck and squirm, as their orgasms began to build.  My mouth
stayed with little AnnMarie's pussy as it heaved and pushed against my lips
and tongue.  My finger continued to plunge into her pussy, pistoning in and
out, rubbing her insides thoroughly and bringing her orgasm into a
crescendo.  They screamed and grunted as their climaxes peaked at the same
time.  I could feel AnnMarie's vagina squeeze my finger as if it was afraid
it would leave and wanted to stop it from doing so at all costs.

The twins lay back, catching their breath, as I did the same.  My jaw hurt,
but I was happy I had brought the little one to a crashing orgasm.  I began
to wonder if I was really responsible for that though.  Perhaps AnnMarie
would have cum just from bringing Lynn to a climax.  They seemed to be that
much in tune with one another.

"Carol hasn't cum yet," said Lynn, breathing deeply.

"We'll have to take care of that," answered AnnMarie, a mischievous smile
touching her face and giving her an impish look.

The twins adjusted their bodies so they could each get to my pussy.  Moving
their faces closer, I felt both pairs of lips move to my slick lower ones.
They began to kiss each other and my pussy at the same time.  My clit
became caught between the sisters' mouths, their tongues and lips devouring
it as they devoured each other.  Stretching one arm, they began pinching my
nipples while the other hand of each girl moved to my pussy and ass.  Lynn
put a finger just inside my asshole while AnnMarie began to finger my cunt.
I knew I was not long from a massive orgasm.  I could feel it beginning to
form deep inside me.

I began to heave and spasm.  Tremors rocked my body, causing it to move on
its own.  Again I was aware that my mind was no longer in control of my
body.  My pussy was calling all the shots.  I let go and allowed it to
happen.

I felt the orgasm build, moving toward my loins like a runaway truck.  I
felt the sweat that bathed my body and the tingles that were rapidly
approaching.  The sweat was like some conductor of electricity, spreading
the charge of my approaching climax over the whole of my body.

My cum crashed into and over my body like tidal waves of perfect lust and
sensation.  I made sounds that my ears picked up from afar, as if they were
the ears of an onlooker, and in a way, my body was disconnected from my
brain.  My pussy was the supreme ruler now, and my brain was on stand-by,
waiting to be given control of my body once again.  The strange animal
sounds pierced the room, cascading around the walls in an echo of joy and
the realization that I may never cum like this again.  I moved with the
orgasm, as if trying to stay with it and make it last as long as possible.
Wave after wave pounded my body; pulses that issued from my pussy wracked
my stomach into joyful spasms of divine appreciation.  I felt I was cumming
as no woman had ever cum before, and I thought to myself that if heaven was
like this, then I would happily die at that moment.

I became vaguely aware that the twin twelve-year-old girls of my dreams
were still kissing, but no longer with my pussy between their mouths.  All
sensation stopped except for the gentle cascading of my orgasm as it waned.
I was coming back to earth; my brain was starting to function again, taking
over my body.

I heaved for breath as I realized I was falling in love with these two
cherubs.  Little angels of lust, they were, and I was in need of them as
surely as plants need water.  I could see they loved each other dearly as
well.  I imagined them together since birth, sharing their lusts and
desires.  Perhaps even doing things as very young babies.  I wouldn't have
been surprised at all to learn they had explored each other as early as age
three.

They looked at me and smiled twin smiles.  Their blue eyes flashed at me
with a sort of conspiracy.

"There's a double feature at the Rialto every Saturday," said Lynn,
mentioning a different theater as if they had suddenly thought of this and
telegraphed it to each other.  "Should we make this a weekly thing?  That
would give us about three or four hours together."

I smiled and nodded happily, about the only thing I could do physically at
the time.  My body just wouldn't respond at all to my brain except for
that, so exhausted had my orgasm made me.  I was in love and I would do
anything to be with my new friends.

They smiled again and began to kiss some more as I watched.  I was too
tired for more, but apparently they were going to go again.  I watched as
they began to explore each other's body with practiced hands that knew
exactly what to do to the other.  They cupped each other's breasts as they
made out, each curling her tongue into her sister's mouth.  They tweaked
each other's nipples, those identical strawberry ice cream cones that I
grew to love.

It is now three years since we met, and I haven't regretted a minute of it.
We get together every week, even when on our periods.  They share them,
actually, starting and stopping on the same day.  On those occasions, they
satisfy me, and when I am on mine, I satisfy them.  But mostly we satisfy
each other, and when they reach eighteen, they plan on moving in with me.

I can't wait.