It hadn’t of course, but I had emptied a huge load of cum into Iheoma’s beautiful, soft, loving pussy. I don’t remember it ending. The next thing I knew, I was lying on my back on the bed, with my hand clutching my chest, feeling my racing heart. Can a nineteen-year-old have a heart attack, I wondered? Iheoma and Adaku were sitting on either side of me, holding my other hand and stroking my forehead.
“Are you okay?” Iheoma was saying. She didn’t look worried; more amused than anything else.
“I think so…” I said. I took a mental inventory of my body; heart, still ticking. Brain, still thinking, sort of. Dick? I looked. Still there. Whew! “Yeah, I guess I’m okay,” I said, weakly.
“Lenny is a man!” laughed Adaku.
“Is it always like that?” I asked.
“You wish!” Iheoma laughed. “Although, it can be mighty good if you do it right.”
I struggled up to a sitting position. “I need a cigarette,” I said.
They both laughed. “You don’t smoke!”
“Okay, then; how about a Coke?”
Adaku went to the kitchen and got us all a round of Cokes. By then I was feeling almost normal. We sat on the bed, drinking, laughing and chatting.
“I haven’t deflowered a boy for months,” Iheoma was saying. “It’s always nice to give something back to the community.”
“What about that fresher at that party last week?” Adaku said.
“Oh, yeah; I forgot about him!” Brit admitted. “He was kind of cute.”
My neighbors are sweet and beautiful, and I love them very much, but they are definitely sluts.
“Well,” said Adaku, “Lenny here still has a lot of lessons to learn. And more importantly, I haven’t been fucked yet! What are we going to do next?”
“Lenny? Are you ready for another go?” asked Iheoma.
I looked down at my dick. It twitched. “Let me finish this Coke, and I think I’ll be ready,” I said. Ah, to be nineteen again!
My beautiful, sexy, stacked neighbors, although identical twins are not completely identical. For instance, Iheoma is much more given to preaching than Adaku. And this was her opportunity.
“Well, Lenny, there are many sexual positions that you should learn, and Sis and I are willing to teach them all to you. But in my opinion, the next one you need to learn is Doggy Style. It’s especially useful if you ever need to fuck an ugly girl because you don’t have to look at her face.” They both giggled. “Adaku? Would you do the honors?”
“Hey! I’m not ugly!” Adaku complained.
“Of course, not, Sis!” Iheoma laughed, kissing her and stroking her hair. “You’re almost as beautiful as me. But it’s your turn. Unless you want to skip a turn?”
“No fucking way!” said Adaku. “Okay, Lenny, you get to fuck me like an animal.” She got on all fours in the middle of the bed. Her knees were shoulder-width apart, and I could see her fat pussy lips sticking out between her soft luscious thighs. “Just sidle on up here and poke it in me.”
I knee-walked up behind Adaku. Her delicious ass was round and beautiful before me, and I was tempted to take a bite out of it. But my dick was stirring again, and I really wanted to repeat the out of body experience that I’d just had with Iheoma. Was it real? Did I really feel that? It was so good that it was hard to believe it had actually happened. I had to try it again.
I looked at her round ass, her shapely legs, her sleek back. God, she was beautiful. I stroked my hands up and down the back of her thighs; she chuckled with delight. I slid my finger into her pussy, hanging there between her legs, smiling backward at me.
“Are you going to tease me? Or are you going to fuck me?” Adaku moaned. I remembered that she hadn’t had a stiff dick inside her since leaving campus, either. My dick was protruding out like a cannon. I pressed it up against her swollen nether lips and pushed it inside of her. She moaned, groaned, and shuddered as I entered her.
The velvety darkness again took hold of my soul. Just like with Iheoma, I became completely lost in the moment. The magical touch of my beautiful neighbor’s pussy, those soft, silky, sugar walls of her womanhood, transported me to a magical land of pleasure and euphoria. I pressed my dick in as deep as it would go. I felt my hips press against her soft warm buttocks; I felt my balls slapping against her swollen pussy lips. Instinctively, I grabbed her hips in my hands and used the leverage to increase the pressure of my swing.
We worked up a rhythm. My dick went in and out of her, thrusting and sliding. Adaku responded by slamming her hips back onto my dick. The sounds of slapping flesh and slurping fluids filled the air, along with the fragrances of sweat and pussy juice. I was again transported to that magical land of sex, where the brain is a second-class citizen and the body is a god. My dick, buried in her soft, silken pussy, collected enough pleasure to overwhelm my entire body and mind, and overtake my will. We swung; we slammed; we fucked.
Fortunately for Adaku, my last orgasm was recent enough that I had a long way to go. My rigid shaft, my flaring dick head, and my slapping nut sack stimulated her sensitive pussy and clit until she cried out with her own orgasm, her head jerking and her hips spasming. The sudden and unexpected motion of her hips pushed me to my own orgasm, and I filled her clenching pussy with my latest injection of sperm. She slowly collapsed down to the bed, and I followed her down, not wanting to withdraw my dick from the cozy, loving sheath of her tight, grasping beautiful pussy.
We lay there on the bed, still coupled, for several minutes. Iheoma watched us, transfixed. Finally, we pulled apart and rolled over into sitting positions. Iheoma looked from Adaku’s crotch, to mine, and back again.
“I don’t know which one I want to lick up first!” she said. But she must have tossed a mental coin, for she dove between Adaku’s legs and licked up the mingled sperm and pussy juice that was running out of her crack. After that, she switched over to me and cleaned up my shriveling dick with her soft, swift pink tongue.
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