I was moaning and gasping louder and louder until I screamed into an orgasm so intense that I lost my mind. My entire body thrummed and spasmed as I floated away on a cloud of ecstasy. April and June didn’t let up their relentless two-pronged attack. They continued to piston their girl cocks in and out, driving me to another orgasm even more intense than the last. I drifted along, no longer aware of my body, so thoroughly lost in the sensations rocketing through my body. Finally, I faded away…
… I found myself lying on a bed, so blissed out that I started giggling…
… I became aware of moans and slurping sounds next to me on the bed. I was still so blissed that I didn’t want to move, but I managed to turn my head, and my heart clenched at what I saw. April and June were face-to-pussy with each other, with June on top. I watched, fascinated, as June’s tongue plunged in and out of April’s hole while she had two fingers pistoning in and out of April’s ass. Looking over June’s back, I could see that April was doing the same to June’s pussy and ass.
I watched, enthralled, as they drove each other to multiple orgasms while I recovered. Finally, June rolled off of April, and their eyes closed as they enjoyed their afterglows. I could move but didn’t want to disturb them now, so I closed my eyes and drifted off…
… We spent the rest of the night driving each other to multiple orgasms, switching off with one another until we all had had enough and crawled under the covers and fell asleep, spooned up together…
… When I woke up, I was spooned up against April. It was barely light outside, so I eased out of bed, not wanting to wake April and June. My pussy was sore, my ass was a bit tender, and my nipples ached from the attention they got last night as I padded out into the living room. I went over to the couch and sat down. I saw the photograph and stared at it, wondering who the mother was of these two remarkable women and why she had felt she needed to give them up at birth. Maybe she was dying? Perhaps she was too young, like me? Maybe she was all alone, and she just couldn’t take care of them by herself?
I was deep in thought, my eyes burning with unshed tears, when I felt April join me on the couch. When she put her arm around me, I lost it and leaned into her as I started to cry silently, not wanting to wake June. I don’t know how long I wept. I felt April petting my arm and holding me, not wanting to interrupt what I was working through. My heart clenched at her thoughtfulness, bringing me back to earth.
Finally, I regained control and sat back up, dashing the tears out of my eyes. I looked over at April and saw the worry in her eyes, and wanting to ease her concern, I smiled and said, “Sorry about that, April.”
April remained silent, and I could tell she wondered why I was sitting there and crying. I decided to tell her my story but was unsure how much to tell. I turned to look at the photograph, sighed, and decided to just let it out. “I was raped when I was young and got pregnant from it.”
I fell silent, the events of that night running through my head, the fear and the pain threatening to overwhelm me. I felt April take my hand and squeeze it as I beat back the horror of that night. I felt my eyes burning with tears again as I looked up at April and said, “In 1961, and being from a Catholic family, any talk of abortion was off the table. I would have to drop out of school and carry my pregnancy to term. At first, I was so angry with my situation that I hoped the baby would die.”
I was so ashamed of myself now for feeling that way then, but at the time, I didn’t realize what I was wishing for. I just wanted it to go away, but once I found out I was pregnant, it constantly reminded me of that horrible night.
I felt, more than I saw, June join April and me on the couch. When she took my other hand, I shook myself out of those dark thoughts and, looking up at them, said, “How horrible is it that I could blame an innocent baby for my situation and not the bastard that raped me?”
I don’t know why I had just told April and June that. I had been so ashamed of having felt that way for so long and had never told anyone, not even Sinéad, about that. I started crying again, and April and June wrapped me up in their arms.
Feeling their arms around me and their silent acceptance of what I had just confessed made me feel better, and I managed to push the tears back. I regained my voice and said, “It was decided that I’d give up the baby when it was born. An adoption agency associated with our church handled all the details for me. Thank God my parents were so supportive of me, not blaming me for my situation.”
I looked up at April and June and managed another smile. I decided to just put it out there for them to think about since I’ve been thinking about it for four months. I said, “As I got close to term, the doctor treating my pregnancy determined that I was carrying twins.”
I carefully watched them, looking to see how they accepted that statement. I saw them exchange a long look, and I saw how shiny their eyes were, so I knew they were invested in what I had said. Before they could say anything, I dropped the final bomb, saying, “When I was told that, I made the adoption agency promise me not to break them apart. They assured me that twins were even more desired than a single baby, so they would have no problem keeping them together. Then I went into labor. It just happened to be my birthday, and I thought that under better circumstances, what a great birthday present that would be.”
I saw the effect of what I had just said in their eyes as their eyes widened, and both blurted out as one, “You don’t think….”
I quickly interjected, “No, I was never told the sex of my babies. When I delivered them, they put up a screen so I couldn’t see anything. They all felt it was best that I never interact with them or even see them and form a bond that would make my life more miserable than it already was. They even tried to keep me from hearing their first cries, rushing them out of the room, but I still remember them as though it had happened yesterday.”
I broke down again, weeping as I remembered my babies’ cries fading rapidly away as they were hustled out of the room. April and June wrapped me in their arms as though trying to squeeze my pain out of me. I relaxed into their combined hug and let all my hurt and pain wash away with my tears. Finally, I regained control and looked up at April and June.
I saw the concern and worry on their faces and smiled up at them, dashing the tears out of my eyes. Trying to lighten the mood, I said, “Sorry for the tears and ruining the morning after a great night of sex. How can I make it up to you two?”
I watched as April and June shared a look, almost as if they were communicating telepathically. After a beat, April turned to me and said, “Well, neither of us is a great cook. Maybe you could cook up a delicious breakfast for us?”
I had to laugh at that, improving my mood immediately. I hugged April and June and said, “If you have the ingredients, I can make you a meal fit for a group of starved beauties.”
We got up and trooped into the kitchen. April and June showed me where everything was, and I tied on an apron and got to work. When they offered to help, crowding around me and grabbing my ass, I shooed them away and said, “I’m the cook. You can watch, but don’t touch.”
I immediately went to work, putting on some bacon to fry and whipping up some pancake mix. April and June sat at the table, arms around each other, and watched me intently between kisses. I broke some eggs into a bowl and beat them to make scrambled eggs. Despite April’s protestations that they weren’t good cooks, they had all the proper implements and dishes to produce gourmet meals. I wondered if April had just said that to make me feel better.
As I pulled the bacon out of the cast iron frying pan and poured in the eggs, I could feel their eyes on my ass, so I waggled it. When I looked over my shoulder, I caught them both ogling me. I smiled at them, getting smiles back from them. I turned around to face the stove, found the griddle was hot, and started the pancakes.
I quickly had everything ready and said, “If you two will set the table, breakfast is just about ready.”
I heard April and June clattering around, getting dishes and silverware ready. April handed me three plates, and I plated the food, passing two off to June while I removed my apron and took my plate to the table.
I saw that they had a seat for me between them and slid into my chair. They each wrapped an arm around me and leaned in for a kiss. I thoroughly kissed each one before we dug in and ate breakfast. I watched in awe as April and June practically inhaled their food, and I marveled that they could eat like that and still maintain their svelte figures.
While we ate, we planned our morning. I needed to catch my flight which left at Noon. I also needed to check out of my hotel room by 11 AM. April offered to take me to the airport after I checked out of the Embassy Suites. I accepted her offer and pulled her in for a kiss. I saw June pouting, so I pulled her in for a kiss.
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