Ava and Zoe

Ava and Zoe

These twins were more alike than I ever dreamed.

It was my third season working at the marina. Over the course of three summers, I had seen and likely flirted with hundreds, if not a thousand, very attractive females--women and teens of every race, creed, color, and age. And though I still looked, I had gotten to the point where I was almost numb to it. That was until last summer.

It was an absolutely beautiful weekend. A crystal-clear blue sky, a slight breeze from the west, and a high temperature predicted for the day in the low nineties. A perfect day for a boat ride. I would have loved to have the day off and go out with some buddies, meet some chicks, and party 'til dark. But I had to work. My rent wasn't going to pay itself, and I knew it.

To make matters worse, the boss had told us that morning that we were fully booked. Every boat, every Jet Ski, and even every pair of water skis had been reserved. And boy, were we hustling. We had to check them in, make sure everyone signed the liability waiver, help them all get aboard--and the most important thing; make sure at least one person in the party had some basic knowledge of handling a motorboat AND that at least someone would promise to stay sober until the boat was safely returned.

Somewhere around ten thirty, I looked up to see a huge party making their way down the pier and heading straight for us. There were at least half a dozen adults and twice that many kids. I looked at the boss, who nodded that the group was mine. As it turned out, they had reserved a pontoon boat, a ski boat, two Jet Skis, and two pairs of water skis. As I approached the gentleman who appeared to be the head of this entourage, I asked, "Are you the Sandlers?"

Still holding one end of what appeared to be a hefty ice chest with one hand, and a load of beach towels in the other, he quickly confirmed, "Yep, that's us--the Sandlers."

I reviewed the list of equipment they had reserved, and he readily agreed that it was accurate. The group appeared to be composed of several related families, as there were three middle-aged couples, accompanied by a collection of children ranging from pre-teens to young adults and every age in between. Still surprised by the size of the group, I said, "Is this a birthday party or something?"

Quickly moving to the front of the group, two young ladies immediately stepped forward, wrapping their arms around each other's shoulders and squealed, "Yes, it's our birthday."

"Both of you?" I said with a startled tone in my voice. I had not actually noticed them previously, but I should have. They both appeared to be in their late teens or early twenties, drop-dead gorgeous, and wearing the sexiest bikinis I had seen all day.

"Yes, both of us," they said in unison. "We're twins."

Now, they did look a lot alike. They had the same height, sexy figure, and skin tone, but their faces did not appear to be identical. Further, one was a sandy-blonde, while the other was a brunette. As they smiled and bumped their hips together, all I could think to say was, "So, how old are you?"

Again, in unison, they both exclaimed, "Twenty-one!"

"Wow," I said, "I should buy you both a beer--Happy Birthday."

"Not right now," Mr. Sadler said. "Come on, girls, get on board and help the little ones with their life jackets."

Twenty minutes later, they were all checked in and heading out for a day on the lake. As the small flotilla made its way out of the marina, I looked down at the manifest. Yes, it was three families, all with the same last name--Sandler. Reading down the list of passengers, and there they were--Ava and Zoe Sandler, both twenty-one years old.

They didn't return until after seven that night, and we were totally swamped checking boats back in as fast as we could. I didn't handle the Sandler's return, but as I saw Ava and Zoe, sunburned, dead-tired, and maybe a little tipsy, they passed me on the dock. Making eye contact, I said, "Hey, I owe you both a happy birthday beer."

I still didn't know which girl was which, but the one with sandy-blonde hair said, "You're on," while her sister smiled and walked on past.

That was the last I would see of either of them for two and a half months.

As the summer was coming to a close, I was getting fewer and fewer hours at the marina. I still stopped by to see if I could get any hours, but during the week, the answer was usually no. Of course, Memorial Day was coming, and we'd be as busy as the proverbial one-legged man in an ass kicking contest. But until then, I'd just have to bide my time.

Sitting at the bar in Cabo Jack's, I was aimlessly staring out across the lake when, out of nowhere, a female voice behind me said, "Are you going to buy me that beer?"

I spun my head around so fast that I almost snapped my neck. It was one of the twins--the blonde one. Catching my breath, I was able to respond, "Yes--of course."

I raised the half-empty beer bottle in my hand and signaled for her to take the adjacent bar stool in an awkward gesture of chivalry. Accepting my gallant offer, she slid up onto the stool beside me and, with an alluring smile, asked, "Do you remember me?"

Startled by the unexpected companionship, it was amazing that I could speak at all. And I had no idea whether this was Ava or Zoe, but I remembered the group and how I had promised the two girls a beer. Now, if I could only remember the family's name, "You're one of the girls I promised a beer to for your birthday," I was finally able to get out of my mouth.

"Ava--Ava Sandler," she said, extending her hand to shake mine.

"Jeff Hunt," I replied quickly, taking her hand. "And yes, I did promise you a beer. What would you like?"

"Corona."

It may have been a coincidence, but that was what I was drinking, and I waved to the bartender for two more of the same. With fresh drinks on the way, I turned to her and asked, "So, where's your sister?"

"Zoe? We're not identical, you know," she said with a smile. "We go our own ways."

At first, I wasn't sure if she was being blunt or just flirty. But as two cold beers arrived, a big smile spread across her lovely face. "Oh, I didn't mean anything...."

"I know, I was just teasing," Ava said as she raised her bottle to clink bottle necks with mine. "We are very close, but when it comes to men," she paused to lock her eyes onto mine, "we're each on our own."

I was the one to pause now. "Did you know I would be here?"

"No, but I was hoping."

I think my heart must have just about jumped out of my chest. A huge smile spread across my face as I tried to keep my cool. "Have you been looking for me?" I shyly enquired.

As she put the beer to her lips, she swiveled back and forth on the bar stool before teasingly saying, "Maybe."

Think I actually blushed for the first time since third grade. "Well, I'm so happy you succeeded," I replied, still trying to remain calm. "So, when you're not looking for me, what do you do?"

"I'm a student--UT," she replied between sips of her beer. "And what do you do when you're not hanging around the lake?"

"Hanging around the lake?" I exclaimed. "I work at the marina." Then pausing to take in our current surroundings, "Well, when I can get the hours. But otherwise, I suppose you're right--I do hang out at the lake.

"And during the off-season, do you work as a ski instructor?"

I assumed she was pulling my leg, at least I was hoping so. "No, I'm also a student, and I work at REI. So, I guess you could say, I do sell skis, but no, I'm not an instructor." I didn't mention that I attend classes at ACC. I was a little intimidated that she was already a student at UT. I hope to transfer there someday, but for now, it's still community college for me. As we were both about finished with our beers, and the chit-chat had started to slow down, I had to think of something fast. "Did you Jet Ski with your family?"

"Oh my God, yes. What a blast!" she exclaimed.

My eyes lit up with an idea. "Want to go again?"

"Hell yes," she said as she placed the empty beer bottle on the bar.

I quickly chugged the last of my beer, paid the bartender, and, grabbing Ava's hand, we headed for the parking lot. I had no idea which car was hers. As I had left my truck at the marina, we began walking. It was only about three hundred yards, and soon we were heading down the pier. Meeting my boss standing on the dock, I asked, "Do you mind if I take out one of the Jet Skis?"

At first, he gave me one of those, what the fuck looks. But he must have reconsidered once he focused on the cute blonde hanging on my arm. He must have realized that it was likely my lucky day, and I suppose he is more romantic than I'd given him credit for.

"Yeah, you can take number seven, but no more than two hours," he said with a knowing wink.

Ava squealed with excitement as she dashed for the ladies' room, I assume to change. "Thanks, Nate," I said with a sigh of gratitude. "Two hours--you got it. And thank you."

I have no idea why he specified number seven. Maybe he thought it was my lucky day, and I was beginning to feel the same thing. As I pushed the Jet Ski from the dry ramp and into the water, Ava came running back from the little girl's room, wearing the same bikini she had been wearing the day I first met her. She must have had it on under her shirt and shorts, for it certainly was a quick change. And I supposed she must have crammed her street clothes into her purse, as it certainly looked over-stuffed. Realizing that she couldn't take it on the Jet Ski with us, Nate offered to allow her to stash it in the office until we returned, which she did.

I was already wearing a lifejacket, but helping her with hers was actually the first time I had touched her, other than shaking hands, and I liked it. She was trim and firm with a taught tummy to match. And speaking of matching, her breasts were much larger than I first assumed. She looked like a B-Cup in street clothes, but as I was zipping up her life jacket, I realized they must be at least a C. I boarded the Jet Ski first and started the motor. Then, holding my hand, I guided her aboard. Sitting behind me, with her arms around my waist, we cautiously idled out of the harbor. But once I passed the breakwater, I gunned it, and she tightened her grip on my waist, interlocking her fingers just below my beltline. I didn't have a hard-on, at least not yet. But if and when, she surely would have been able to feel it.

Hitting the first bit of chop on the lake, she let out a scream of excitement. But luckily, the wind blew most of her scream back at her, and not squarely in my ear. It was a Friday afternoon, so there wasn't a lot of traffic on the lake. But I still headed for larger boats, deliberately jumping their wake. Ava seemed to love it, and the more reckless I became, the more energized she became. She even liked me circling the larger boats, so that I could show her off. But I resisted that, as it was poor seamanship, and I was afraid that somehow, my bad manners would get back to Nate. I certainly couldn't have that.

Returning the Jet Ski two hours later, I was both exhausted and exhilarated. After helping me pull the Jet Ski up on the dry ramp and safely securing it, Ava ran to the ladies' room to change back into street clothes. However, once she returned, it appeared she had only put her shirt and shorts on over her wet bathing suit. I had nothing to change into, so I was standing on the dock in a wet T-shirt and Hawaiian print boardshorts. Ava approached me, swinging her purse like a circling yo-yo.

"Would you like to get something to eat?" I inquired, hoping that this impromptu date wasn't over yet.

"Sure," she quickly responded, stopping only inches from where I stood. "Where would you like to go?"

"You said you live in West Campus?" she nodded yes. "Well, how about Kerbey Lane. That should be convenient for both of us."

"Perfect!" she exclaimed, grabbing my hand and heading for the parking lot.

I could not believe my luck. I was going to get laid tonight, and all I had to do was take her for a boat ride and buy her dinner. This was a fantasy come true. But when we got to the parking lot, she asked, "So, where's your car?"

My truck was parked in the marina's parking area, so I just pointed to it. "That's me, the red F-150."

She thought for a second, "I'm over at Cabo Jack's."

"I'll drive you over," I said in a gesture of chivalry.

"No," she said as she let go of my hand. I'll run. But follow me. I want to stop at my apartment first and change out of these wet clothes."

"Where do you live?" I asked just in case we got separated.

"The Bellmont. I'll pull into the garage, and you wait for me at the curb," she enthusiastically suggested.

The drive from the lake to West Campus would typically take about forty minutes. But following Ava, we made it in just under thirty. Once in front of the Bellmont, a high-rise student housing apartment building, Ava turned into the street-level entrance to the garage and disappeared up the ramp. Not having a parking decal, I found a spot at the curb, in a fifteen-minute loading zone. I was sitting in my truck with the engine running, so I didn't think it would be much of a problem.

But to my surprise, just minutes later, Ava came running down the ramp and up to my open window. "Come on up, it won't take but a minute," she wheezed, almost out of breath.

"I'm in a loading zone," I said, pointing to the sign.

"Don't worry, no one enforces that," she said as she waved dismissively at the battered sign. "Besides, we'll only be a minute."

I cautiously agreed, turning off the ignition and locking my truck. And if she changed clothes anywhere near as fast as she drove, it really would only take a minute.

As we entered the lobby, Ava punched the button for the elevator. "Zoe will probably be here, and she'd like to see you also."

Zoe, I thought, that's the other girl's name. And I now realized that they must live together. Exiting the elevator on the ninth floor, Ava again grabbed my hand and led me down the narrow hallway of the typical high-rise student housing. Upon opening the door to their apartment, there was Ava's twin, stretched out on the couch, watching an old movie on TV.

"Zoe," Ava said as we walked in, "this is Jeff."

Not sure how to introduce myself, I stepped toward her and, extending my hand, said, "Jeff Hunt. We met several months ago at the lake."

"Zoe--Jeff. Jeff--Zoe," Ava teased as Zoe extended her hand to shake mine. She did not get up off the couch and made little effort to be amiable. Textbooks were scattered across the coffee table as well as the kitchen table, along with an open laptop computer. Surveying the academic disarray, I asked, "Homework?"

"Term paper," Zoe grunted, turning her attention back to the TV.

"You kids visit," Ava cheerfully said as she turned for one of the open bedroom doors. "Jeff, I'll be right back." That was when I realized that this was a two-bedroom apartment. Daddy must have more money than I thought. But as Ava entered what was likely her room, she only partially closed the door. Trying not to stare, I turned back to the reclining Zoe. "Summer school?" I asked.

"Yeah, a psychology course. I was taking the class last spring, but the professor was a total pervert. I dropped the course. Unfortunately, it's a required course for my degree plan, so to stay on schedule, I had to take it in summer school," Zoe whined.

I was trying to pay attention to Zoe, but Ava's door was ajar, and I could see her in her room out of the corner of my eye. I could only see her in profile, and only the back half of her. When she dropped her bikini top, I could only see her back half in a side view. But when she pushed her bikini bottoms to the floor, I got a fantastic view of the cutest butt cheeks I think I'd ever seen. That was it; she moved forward, presumably toward her closet. But that split-second view was one I will never forget.

Turning my attention back to Zoe, "So, is this instructor any better?"

"Oh yeah, he's a grad student, and he's fine. At least he didn't literally study under Sigmund Freud."

I knew the Sigmund Freud reference was a joke, but I understood the reference. Even at ACC, I've had instructors who seemed stuck in a previous century. "So, is it easier in summer school?" I asked.

"Yes and no," Zoe responded as her gaze remained glued to the TV. The difference is that during the regular term, you have an entire semester to write your term paper. In summer school, you have six weeks. The course is simpler, but the term paper is the same."

"You look stuck," I offered.

"Fuck yes," she shot back. "I've started three times, and they're all crap."

I had run out of things to say to Zoe, and luckily, just then, Ava stepped from her bedroom. "Ta-da," she said, stepping into the living room. She was wearing a yellow and white sun dress and looked gorgeous.

"You ready?" I asked, smiling from ear to ear.

"Yep," she replied with an excited tone in her voice. "You want to come, Zoe? We're going to Kerbey Lane.

I hadn't considered asking Ava's sister to join us. But on the other hand, it was the courteous thing to do.

Zoe paused for a second, and I thought she might actually accept. But seconds later, she said, "No, I 've got too much to do." I should mention that she never took her eyes off the TV set.

I was pleased to see that I had not received a parking citation, and ten minutes later, we were seated at Kerby Lane. Ava had the Cobb Salad, a co-ed favorite, and I had the California Omelet, my all-time go-to. The nice thing about Kerbey Lane is that they serve breakfast all day and all night, which can be very important in a college town.

As our plates were cleared, and I had paid the check, Ava looped her arm through mine and asked, "So, what's next?"

"Would you like to see my place?" I nervously inquired.

"Sure, where do you live?"

"In Brentwood, about three miles north of here," I answered, hoping my roommate wouldn't be home. I didn't think he would. It was a Friday, and he usually stayed at his girlfriend's place, except on days he had an early morning class. And there are no classes on Saturday, so I didn't expect him to be there.

I walked Ava to my truck, held the door open for her on the passenger side like a true gentleman, and then made the short drive, twenty-one blocks north. And we were in luck, Jorge, or George as I call him, wasn't home, and I didn't expect him until Sunday night. We had the place to ourselves, which fit my agenda perfectly. And apparently it fit Ava's as well.

"Can I get you something to drink?" I asked once inside the door.

"Do you have any wine?"

"Oh," I mumbled, "let me check," as I wasn't sure. I knew we had beer, juices, and likely tequila, but I wasn't sure about wine. I looked in the fridge first, and not seeing any, I went for the cupboards. "I have white," I said, holding a bottle of some unknown white wine in my hand. But it's not cold."

"That will do," she politely responded. "Can you put a cube of ice in it?"

"Oh, sure," I said. I knew we had ice, but now the question was, did we have wine glasses? Just then, I remembered that back at her place, there was an empty wine glass on the coffee table that Zoe had apparently drained while working on her term paper. So, mental note to Jeff--buy wine and stemmed wine glasses. The next thought to cross my sexually over stimulated brain was, oh crap, I bet we don't have a corkscrew. But luck was with me one more time. The wine bottle had a twist-off cap--praise Cupid for that.

I had to pour her wine into a highball glass, but at least it was glass, and it made sense since she was drinking it on the rocks. With a cool beverage in hand, Ava asked, "So, can I get the tour?"

"Sure," I chirped, "but I think you can see just about all of it from here." I gave her the nickel tour, showing her the bathroom, Jorge's room, which was a mess, and my room, which, by comparison, actually looked pretty good. At least the bed was made, and there weren't any clothes on the floor. I explained about the roommate and hinted that we would have the entire place to ourselves all weekend.

That was all the encouragement it took. Placing her drink on the bedside table, she stepped before me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and placed her lips squarely on mine. I responded by wrapping my arms around her and passionately returned her kiss. We must have stood beside my bed kissing for a good two or three minutes before she finally broke our lip lock and, leaning back alluringly, said, "Do you know what I was thinking of while we were on the Jet Ski?"

Smiling, I shook my head no.

"I was thinking how badly I want to suck your cock."

This was the second time I had blushed today. Clearly, this chick had a spell on me. But trying to remain cool, I whispered, "Well, it's not too late."

With permission granted, we released our respective hold on each other, and Ava sank to her knees. I was still standing beside my bed as she skillfully pulled the drawstring on my board shorts and pushed them to my ankles. I wasn't wearing underwear, as it was built into the shorts, which made her job easier.

Needless to say, I was already hard. And not having stemmed wine glasses proved to be serendipitous indeed, as the ice-chilled highball glass left her hand cold and wet. With Ava's cool hands and moist mouth, I quickly went from hard to a raging boner within seconds. Still on her knees, she held the bottom of my cock while skillfully and seductively bobbing her head back and forth.

Her lips were sealed tightly around my purple pecker, and she was actually sucking, sucking hard like a waterspout. And spout was what I was about to do if she didn't slow down. "Ava--Ava," I said, as I tried unsuccessfully to pull back. "You're going to make me cum."

She reluctantly slowed her assault on my most prized possession and let me slip from her mouth. "That's the object," she teased. But before I could say anything else, she stood up, pulled her sundress off over the top of her head. And then pushed me backward onto my bed. Her only remaining garment was a virginal white satin thong, though I highly doubted that she was a virgin. Then, with a devilish grin, she worked my board shorts from my feet, spread my legs, and settled down between them.

Once comfortably lying between my legs, she regained her grip on my throbbing member and slowly started stroking me. "I could feel your boner this afternoon," she mocked.

"On the Jet Ski?" I wheezed.

"Yes," she responded, looking up at me with big, twinkling eyes.

"Did you like it?" I teased back.

"I wanted to fuck you right then and there."

"I asked if you wanted to stop at Snake Island," I offered.

"The only snake I wanted was the one in your pants," and with that, she inched up toward my crotch and engulfed me back into her mouth. Only this time, she ignored all my warnings and ravaged me until I filled her mouth with a heaping helping of piping hot man cream.

I'm sure it wouldn't surprise you that Ava spent the night. After cleaning me up with a warm washcloth, she fucked me, girl-on-top. And before falling asleep, I fucked her raw in the traditional missionary position. The next morning, before getting out of bed, she took full advantage of my morning woody, and we did it one more time with me spooning her from behind.

Eating breakfast at the Counter Café, I asked, "Do you think Zoe is worried about where you are?"

Blowing on her coffee to cool it, Ava said, "She'd probably have been more worried if I'd come back alone last night."

I knew I shouldn't have asked this, but I couldn't help myself. "Did she know you were looking for me?"

Now Ava paused, and with a smirky grin said, "It was more of--who could find you first."

* * *

As summer came to an end, so did the lease on our half of the duplex that Jorge and I leased. Jorge announced that he was moving in with his girlfriend, and I realized that I couldn't afford the rent on my own. I decided to move in with Ava. After Memorial Day, my hours at the marina dried up. So, moving in with Ava and Zoe saved me money, and it allowed me the opportunity to live with two of the most amazingly beautiful women.

As the girls registered for their final year at UT, I returned to my school-year job at REI, plus a few more classes at ACC. I probably could have transferred to UT after three years of community college, but to be honest, I still had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. All I knew at the moment was that I wanted to spend as much time with Ava as possible.

Since I wasn't paying rent anymore, this gave me quite a bit of additional spending money. So, the three of us ate out often, and on weekends, we headed downtown to hit the clubs. Ava and I were clearly a couple and usually hung out together. But when Ava wanted to dance with some other guy, I didn't really care, because I knew she was always going home with me. Besides, if Ava was flirting or dancing with somebody else, Zoe would always be at my side, keeping me company.

On nights when we were at home, I'd usually cook, and both girls seemed to love that. I am a fairly decent chef, and as I wasn't paying rent, their dad was, I felt that I needed to do the cooking and cleaning to pull my fair share of our living expenses. Besides, this gave the girls a live-in butler, a butler with benefits, and what could be better than that?

A week before Thanksgiving, my benefits package unexpectedly doubled. It was after dinner, and I had already done the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. Then, sitting on the couch, with a girl on each side of me, we put on a British crime drama. It was one of those six-part mini-series, and we had probably just started the fourth episode. I was leaning against Ava, and Zoe was sitting at the opposite end of the couch, leaning the other way with her feet tucked up under her.

About thirty minutes into the program, Zoe got up to refill her wine glass. She brought the bottle back to the couch and refilled our glasses before sitting back down. Only this time, instead of leaning away from me, she leaned toward me, resting her head on my shoulder and placing her hand on my leg. I didn't think anything of it at first. But several minutes later, she started rubbing her hand up and down my leg.

I did nothing to stop her, but I knew Ava was probably aware of her sister's less-than-appropriate behavior. So, to protect myself, I leaned closer to Ava and began rubbing her leg. Ava was wearing loose-fitting shorts, so it was easy for my fingertips to follow the curve of her inner thigh up under the hem of her shorts, all the way to her panties.

Ava responded by beginning to unbutton the buttons on my shirt, and Zoe responded by moving her hand up my legs to my crotch. Soon, she was actively rubbing me, and my dick was getting harder and harder by the moment. I was wearing blue jeans, and as my manly package was getting increasingly uncomfortable, I would soon have to adjust something. Just then, Ava had finished with my buttons and was tugging to get my shirttail to pull it from my waistband. This gave me the opportunity to push both girls aside for a moment while I stood to loosen the situation. After standing, I turned to face them, and to my surprise, Ava immediately began to unbuckle my belt, as Zoe yanked at my zipper.

I had never had a three-way in my life, but it looked like I was about to be drawn into the fantasy of a lifetime. With my belt now free and my zipper pulled to the bottom, both girls helped me work my pants to the floor. Sitting back down on the couch, Zoe quickly knelt in front of me and, after removing my shoes, pulled my pants off over my feet. I still had my underwear on, but not for long.

Ava immediately returned to kissing me as she rubbed her hands up and down my chest and belly. As her horny sister, pulled my legs back on the couch and then settled down between them. It was very apparent that Zoe was about to suck my dick while her sister watched. And that is precisely what happened. In less than a minute, Zoe had my briefs off and my cock fully engulfed in her wet and willing mouth.

As Zoe worked my joystick, Ava slowly released her lip lock on my face, scooted out from under my head, and stripped. She had only been wearing a pullover shirt, walking shorts and the usual underwear. But as I watched in total amazement, she was soon totally naked and pushing her still clothed sister off of me.

With Zoe now standing before me, I watch in disbelief as she quickly removes every stitch of her clothing and positions herself over my face while facing back toward her sister. She lowered her pungent kitty to my lips, making it clear that I was to eat her feminine nether region, while Ava did the same to my rising manhood.

For the first time, I realized that these two twins had one more distinctive feature. As Ava, the girl I'd been fucking for several months now, trimmed her light brown southern curls, Zoe completely shaved. And she must have shaved recently, as there was no hint of even the slightest stubble.

I wanted to tell Ava to slow down or even stop sucking me, for I was only seconds from popping. But as Zoe held her lovely lower lips tightly to my face, I could only use my hands to beg Ava for relief. I have always considered myself to be relatively sustainable regarding active female stimulation. I typically last five to ten minutes with most women, sometimes even longer. But oh my God, these girls were really putting the screws to me.

However, my desperate hand signals must have worked, and not a moment too soon. Ava pulled off me and held my purple pole straight up for her sister to pounce on. Zoe wasted no time bending forward, and without pulling her lovely labia from my face, quickly assumed the oral exploration of my throbbing phallus. Ava, however, did not leave the couch, she just lowered her attention from sucking me to simply licking my balls. It truly was a heavenly treat, but still, it did very little to slow my rapidly approaching conclusion.

I didn't know which girl wanted my first load, which I assumed would be the biggest, but if Zoe didn't stop sucking on me in the next thirty seconds, it was going to be her. Then, just as I thought the end was near, I heard Ava say, "Zoe, that's mine."

Zoe let my dick slip from her lips and Ava immediately mounted me. I swear it didn't take twenty seconds of Ava being in the saddle for me to lose all control. My warm seed rocketed from my groin, and Ava rightfully won her just rewards.

Zoe was probably lucky I didn't bite her, for I certainly could have. But sensing my need for air, she raised her soaking wet coochie from my face and sat back on the arm of the couch. The two girls were as exhausted as I was. And breathing hard, high-fived each other as I gasped for breath. I couldn't see Zoe's face as she was behind me, but I looked up at Ava, who was still firmly planted over my wilting dick, I could see a huge smile of satisfaction spreading across her face.

Just then I heard Zoe, say, "Hey, I didn't cum."

Ava agreed, "Hey, I didn't cum either." Then looking back down at me, she said, "Jeffery," (she had never called me that before) "you're just going to have to do it again."

I was in shock. Ava had just drained me, and though we had had double headers in the past, I wasn't sure I could do it tonight. But a challenge is a challenge, so what else could I do?

Ava and Zoe changed places. Now Zoe was between my legs, getting ready to suck me back to health, and my sweet Ava, the girl I'd been sleeping with for the past three months, was about to sit on my face. The only difference was that she was going the sit facing forward so that my tongue would have much better access to her clit.

I had never eaten a woman's pussy after just fucking her, but I was about to. I was understandably a little nervous, but I certainly couldn't say anything to her. So, as she approached me with her ooey-gooey dripping with my own creamy creation, I just closed my eyes and licked--and licked--and licked. And to my surprise, it was good. It tasted little different than a girl cumming on your face, and I had always loved that.

Zoe slowly and methodically worked my love handle back to full staff, and as soon as I was standing tall, she jumped on board. I was still lapping my own love juices from Ava, and her sister was riding me like a pogo stick. Eventually I needed Ava off my face, so to speed up the process, I engaged my thumbs on her must sensitive female organ--her clit. Through both oral and manual manipulation, I soon had her begging for mercy.

One down and one to go. And to my relief, Ava assisted in this effort. She quickly moved to the opposite end of the sofa and, leaning over the arm of the couch, instructed Zoe to spin around. To my surprise, Zoe was able to accomplish this without fully disengaging from me by just sitting on my pelvis and rotating her body. She was now facing my feet, and Ava lowered her face to her crotch. I couldn't see what Ava was doing, but I had a strong suspicion. I could feel her licking my balls, but I think her primary effort was on licking her sister's clit as I was fucking her honey hole. This brought Zoe and me both to earth-shaking orgasms in less than two minutes.

With her mission accomplished. Ava, who had been on her knees at the end of the couch, moved to the floor beside the coffee table and reached for her wine glass. Zoe, who was still facing my feet, reclined back, resting her back on my heaving chest. My dick remained engaged in Zoe's hole for twenty or thirty seconds. But once my erection started to subside, it slipped out--springing to a soggy but still upright position. Wet with our combined juices, proud and tall.

Seeing this, Ava started to laugh and had to let the wine in her mouth slip back into her glass, to keep it from coming out of her nose. "What's so funny?" Zoe questioned.

With tears of laughter streaming down her face, Ava wheezes, "I can't wait for Thanksgiving dinner, and having Jeff sitting between us, just as Daddy picks up his family heirloom carving knife and holds it poised over the beautifully browned turkey. This will be a holiday to remember."

"What's so funny about that? Zoe wheezed between breaths.

"Mom is going to ask, 'So, which one of you girls is dating Jeff?' And we'll both turn, look at Jeff, and say in unison, "Oh, I am."

With that, both girls broke out laughing hysterically. I didn't even know I was invited to their parents' house for Thanksgiving, but now I wouldn't miss it for anything. I just hope Mr. Sandler doesn't chase me from the house with that knife.