Date: Thu, 18 May 2000 20:38:31 -0700
From: J. Ocean <jocean@slip.net>
Subject: my-seventeenth-summer-8

My Seventeenth Summer, Part 8

The next morning, I was awoken from a sound sleep at 7 A.M. by a phone
call from Madeleine, who told me that she was needed in Texas on business
and would be gone for a few days. She asked me to take care of the house
and told me that I would find four envelopes on the kitchen table. She was
careful to instruct me that I was to open one envelope each day: today
(Monday), Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. I told her I would, though I
was so groggy I hardly knew what she was saying, then I went back to sleep.

When I woke up a couple of hours later, I showered and ate, then made my
way over to Madeleine's. Sure enough, there were four manila envelopes on
the kitchen table. I picked up the one marked "Monday" and opened it. There
was a short note in Madeleine's handwriting--"Don't be afraid to have a
good time while I'm away"--signed with the letter "M" and a crimson
lipstick kiss. I shook out the envelope and found a business card. "L&L
Designs," it said, and under that the names "Laura and Lana Mullen." There
was an address on Shirley Street and handwritten on the card was "2:00."

So it was that I pulled up in front of a big, slightly shabby Victorian at
just before 2. I walked up to the porch and found the front door standing
wide open. Loud noise was coming from inside, a combination of machinery
hum and the Rolling Stones. Peeking in I saw a cluttered living room
covered with patterns and bolts of fabric where two women, both redheads,
were hunched over clattering sewing machines in opposite corners. I
couldn't really see their faces and stood there for a minute wondering how
to get their attention before the one on my left looked up and spotted me.
Smiling, she quickly switched off her sewing machine; looking to my right,
I saw that the other woman had also seen me and done the same.

As they both stood and approached me, I could see that they were obviously
sisters. One was a little taller and skinnier, the other a little shorter
and bustier, and there were maybe two or three years between them; but
their hair and faces were so similar that there was no mistaking the
relationship. As they came nearer the taller one said, "You must be Morgan."

"That's me."

"I'm Laura," she said, extending her hand, "and this is my sister Lana."

"Pleased to meet you," I said.

"The same," said Lana, offering her hand in turn. "Come on in."

I quietly appraised the Mullen sisters as we spoke. I estimated that Laura
was in her late thirties and Lana maybe 35, but they were both in excellent
shape. They both had green eyes, friendly faces, and long, beautifully
lustrous red hair. Each wore a lovely, well-cut summer dress, Laura's a
red-and-white flower print, Lana's a dark green solid fabric. They both
immediately struck me as having a compellingly sensual quality to them,
above and beyond their mere physical beauty. As they turned to lead me
inside, my eyes were riveted to one swaying ass, then the other, and I
immediately began to fantasize about being the meat in a Laura-and-Lana
sandwich.

They led me to the kitchen where they sat me down and brought me a tall
glass of lemonade. "This is kind of weird," I said, "but Madeleine didn't
really tell me why she sent me here."

"Oh, really?" said Lana. "Well, we're seamstresses, as you might have
guessed. She wanted us to measure you for, um, a dress."

"What kind of dress?" I asked.

The sisters exchanged glances. "Well," said Laura, "actually, it's
supposed to be a surprise."

So I left that subject alone. After a few more minutes of chit-chat, Laura
and Lana led me to a sparsely furnished, windowless back room. The floor
was strewn with pillows and there were different-shaped mirrors on each
wall. They had me stand on what I can only describe as a pedestal in the
middle of the room as each sister picked up a tape measure. They began to
measure my legs, hips, waist, bust, neck, and so on, pausing after each
measurement to scribble down numbers on a piece of paper. I watched myself
in the mirror as they bustled about me. I felt like some kind of royalty being attended to. There was also something inherently erotic about the situation
, and I couldn't help getting a little hot under the collar as I felt and
saw their hands moving around on my body. I was wearing a tight white
T-shirt and I could see my nipples in the mirror as they began to assert
themselves.

Laura and Lana stopped their measuring and conferred in whispers.
"Morgan," said Lana, "I hope this doesn't make you uncomfortable, but we
could get more accurate measurements if you'd take off your T-shirt and
shorts."

I gulped. My nipples were already kind of obvious, and though I was
wearing a bra, taking my shirt off certainly wasn't going to help the
situation. And just thinking about standing before these two beautiful
women in my underwear had started the juices seeping between my legs. What
would they think of me?

Laura giggled. "Think of us as doctors," she said. "Strictly
professional." An image flashed into my head: I was laying naked,
spread-eagled on an examination table as the Mullens stood over me in white
lab coats. Lana was placing a cool stethoscope on my chest as Laura worked
a latex-gloved hand into my pussy.

This picture got me even hotter, of course, but there was no turning back
now. I pulled off my shirt and stepped out  of my shorts. I quickly caught
a whiff of my own arousal, and knew that they couldn't miss it; but I
concentrated on standing up as straight as I could, taking and holding a
deep breath. The sisters measured again around my chest and waist, their
touch tender and warm.

My nipples were now pushing out the fabric of the bra with all their
strength, and I noticed that a small wet spot had appeared on my panties as
I heard Lana's voice behind me. It was low and throaty, practically a
whisper, her mouth just a few inches from my ear. "Morgan, would you mind
if I took off your bra?" I nodded; why not go for broke?

Lana unhooked my bra and pulled it down off my shoulders. I looked in the
mirror; my tits, I must say, looked fantastic, my nipples standing out
eagerly, begging for attention. Laura was on her knees in front of me with
her tape measure around my waist. Lana was invisible behind me except for
her hands, which now wound a tape measure around my bust, pulling it tight
directly over my straining pink buds.

Then in an instant all pretense was gone. Lana dropped the tape measure
and reached around to cup my breasts, her fingers stroking my nipples,
causing me to exhale sharply and sag back against her. When I looked down I
saw that Laura had hooked her fingers into either side of my waistband and
was sliding my panties down around my ankles.

Lana kissed my neck as Laura lifted my left leg onto her shoulder. I
leaned my weight back against the younger sister as the older sister kissed
her way up my thigh. I could see Lana watching over my shoulder as Laura
worked my lips open with her fingers and began to tongue me with furious
passion.

This was exactly where I'd wanted to be--pressed in tight between these
two sexy redheads. I thought of Madeleine, wondered what she was doing
right now, felt somehow certain that it would please her to see me engaged
in this kinky escapade with the Mullen sisters. "Don't be afraid to have a
good time," she'd written, and I was having one hell of a good time now.
Laura found my clit and soon had me spasming violently in a first orgasm,
then another, then another, as her sister pinched my nipples and nuzzled my
ear.

By now I was resting almost all my weight on Lana, so it was simple for
her by stepping back to ease me down onto the pillows on the floor. She was
clearly impatient to have her turn, because the instant my ass hit the
pillow she dived in between my legs and picked up where her sister had left
off. I wanted a pussy for my mouth, so I was happy to look up and see Laura
pulling her dress up over her head. I was even happier to see that she was
wearing nothing underneath it. She had lovely, medium-sized, high breasts
and an appetizing curly red pubic thatch, which I promptly got a better
look at as Laura squatted and lowered her crotch onto my waiting mouth.

I really love pussy. If there's one thing this period in my life taught
me, it's that. I'd crawl a mile in the desert to taste one and not think
twice about it. I could have wallowed endlessly in Laura's moist, fragrant
nest as her sister pleasured me below. As it was I spent an unusually long
time with my arm wrapped around Laura's waist, exploring her lips, folds,
and walls. I'd never had sex with sisters before and it imparted an odd
charge to our encounter; it seemed that my presence had released a lot of
pent-up sexuality in both of them. I wondered if they made love when they
were alone or if they needed a third party to bring it out of them.

When I finally came up from underneath Laura to get some air, Lana looked
up at me and favored me with a big, sweet, cunt-juice-smeared smile. Still
in her dress, she climbed up on top of me and gave me a deep, open-mouthed
kiss. I tasted myself on her and knew that she was tasting her sister on
me. Would Lana's flavor be the same as Laura's, I wondered? I was eager to
find out, and happily it was just at this moment that Laura reached down
and unzipped Lana's dress. I rolled Lana over so that she was on her back
and together Laura and I worked the dress down and off.

I took a moment to drink in the sight of Lana's naked body: big, bouncy
boobs, wide hips, and a red triangle identical to her sister's. Her tits
were beckoning to me so I leaned down to take one into my mouth just as
Laura's mouth closed around the other. Lana squealed and shook as her
sister and I moved down her body and spread her legs to reveal a
mouth-wateringly pink pussy, which had been waiting a long time for
attention and consequently had reached an advanced state of wetness. Laura
went underneath and I approached from on top, and we quickly went to work
giving Lana's poor neglected slit the loving consideration it deserved. Her
taste, I noted, was very similar to Laura's, but just a touch sweeter.

Soon I felt Lana pulling at my leg, guiding me over so that I would be
straddling her head as her sister and I continued our ministrations. It was
like Laura and I were competing to see who could bring Lana more
pleasure--but since I had access to the clit, I had an unfair advantage. I
decided to forfeit and sat up straight, grinding down on Lana's face as I
watched her older sister lap away furiously, oblivious now to everything in
the world but Lana's tight little hole.

This is so strange, I thought, and so sexy at the same time. In most
circles it would be seen as unspeakably perverted for two sisters to go at
it like this, but there and then it was so tender and so pleasurable that
it felt completely right to me. We spent the afternoon making love in every
combination, standing up, sitting down, 69ing, daisy chaining. When at last
I decided that I needed to go, Laura and Lana were still gripped by a
sexual frenzy. As I dressed I watched them locked in a heated, red-haired
69. I kissed each on the mouth and on the nether lips and thanked them for
a great afternoon. As I walked away I turned to look back and Laura glanced
up from between her younger sister's legs, grinned at me, and went right
back to work. Well, I thought as I left, you just never know. You never
know what's going to happen next.