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Tracy shivered slightly as Clifford ran his tongue delicately over her tummy. She marvelled at just how far Cliff had come in his sexual prowess in the past couple of months. Together with her sister, Stacy, she had introduced Clifford to the joys of teenage sex, and all on a dare. Tracy had dared Stacy to get Cliff, who was then the school nerd, to cum by any means possible. But once the girls had seen how big he was under his boxers they couldn't help themselves, they had fucked Clifford's brains out right there on the floor. His size had more than made up for his lack of experience, but now his true talents were really coming to the fore.
To put it bluntly, Clifford had become a world-class fuck.
She looked down at her lover as his tongue reached her belly button.
"Oh my," said Clifford, "you got it pierced."
"Do you like it?" asked Tracy.
"I love it," replied Clifford and gave it a gentle kiss.
"Then you're gonna love what you see a bit lower," giggled Tracy. She found herself giggling a lot around Clifford now.
Clifford moved down further and smiled as Tracy parted her thighs for him. "Oh my God," he said. He looked up at Tracy, a huge smile gracing his face. "I can't believe you got it pierced. Did it hurt?"
"A little," admitted Tracy.
"Want me to kiss it better?" asked Clifford.
"Oh God yes." She laid back and sighed as Clifford went to work on her new piercing. She felt at peace, totally contented. If she were a cat she would have purred.
An hour later the lovers lay together in bed, wrapped in each other's arms. Clifford looked at Tracy and saw a puzzled look on her face. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"I don't know," she admitted, "I feel like there's something missing."
"Like what?"
Suddenly the bedroom door swung open and Stacy strode into the room.
"That," sighed Tracy. She looked at her sister and saw that she was wearing what looked like a leather bondage outfit, made entirely out of thin leather straps. But what really got her attention was the device attached to her sister's crotch. "Is that what I think it is?" she asked.
"Yup," said Stacy, "it's a strap-on dildo. And it's double ended too. That's why I'm waddling a bit."
"Oh," said Tracy, "I thought it was because your thighs were so big."
"Oh, ha ha," pouted Stacy. "Actually I came in here to test it out." She smiled at Clifford. "How about it Cliffy, wanna be my guinea pig?"
"Gee," said Clifford, "let me think about this. No."
"Aww come on, Clifford, let me ride you like a cowgirl at the rodeo." Stacy grabbed the dildo and giddy-upped around the room, slapping her naked arse for emphasis.
"No, I don't think so, Stacy." Clifford had no intention of letting Stacy stick anything in his body, much less a 10 inch long black dildo.
"Why don't you go play with our dog, Rex," suggested Tracy. She found that watching Stacy striding around like that had made her very horny. The sooner she could get her sister out of the room, the sooner she could get down to some serious Clifford screwing.
"Hmm, there's an idea," said Stacy. She turned to the doorway and whistled. "Here Rex, here boy." Rex, a black and white Border collie came into the room, wagging his tail. "There's a good boy," said Stacy, bending to scratch him behind the ears. "Now turn around so I can test this thing out."
There are some in this world that think that dogs are just dumb animals. Rex however was anything but. One look at the large black appendage and he knew exactly what he was in for. He took off out the door yelping, his tail between his legs.
"Rex, dammit, get back in here!" yelled Stacy, taking off after the fleeing canine. She tried to run but found it difficult with a dildo inserted inside her.
Clifford watched her go then turned to Tracy. "You don't really think she'll use that on Rex, do you?"
"She would have to catch him first, and Rex is one fast dog." Her hand drifted down to Clifford's limp dick. "Oh my, this poor fella appears to have fallen over. Did it hurt much?"
"A little," said Clifford, a smile starting to spread across his face.
"Want me to kiss it better?"
Clifford and Tracy held each other as they slept. The twins' parents had gone away for the weekend, which meant Clifford got to stay overnight. Tracy and Stacy's parents had no idea that their daughters were sexually active, or in Stacy's case, sexually over-active, so the girls had to be careful how they acted around them. Tracy was sure that daddy would have a fit if he caught his innocent little girl sucking Clifford's cock. So it was best not to worry their parents with little details like Clifford staying over and Stacy going out to a nightclub until the early hours of the morning. So the young lovers slept, totally oblivious to the dark shadow that crept into their room. The figure paused over the bed, watching the teenagers sleep, before moving to Tracy's dresser. The sound of an opening drawer gently echoed through the darkened house, but it didn't wake the slumbering lovers. The dark figure rummaged around before grabbing a handful of panties, which it stuffed into its coat pockets. Then, as quiet as the grave, the shadow slipped out of the room.
Stacy was having the time of her life. She had been at the Dance Inferno, a nightclub notorious for underage patrons, for close to five hours and had already gotten laid countless times. The first had been that hunky guy on the door. Stacy was a sucker for a tight T-shirt on a buff body, and this particular body had been more than willing to lead her into a nearby alley and take her up against the wall, after she had made sure that he cleaned the wall with his shirt. After all, this was a $200 dress, she wasn't about to get it dirty. Not this early in the night anyway.
After she had finally entered the club, with a very satisfied grin on her face, she made her way to the bar and ordered an orgasm. The cute girl behind the bar was more than willing to comply, which meant Stacy's second fuck for the night and she hadn't even met her friends yet. While she was waiting she decided to go to the bathroom. Unfortunately she accidentally went into the men's room and accidentally had sex with the four men that were in there at the time. An hour later, after cleaning herself up, she ventured back to the bar where she met her friends, Linda, Fiona, and Terra.
"Hey, girls," greeted Stacy, "I've had sex six times so far, anyone care to beat that?"
Her three friends were never ones to back away from a challenge, so what followed would go down as one of the greatest nightclub legends of all time. The four girls tried valiantly to fuck every person in the nightclub. Fiona and Terra gave it their all, but their reluctance to screw anyone over the age of 20 was a handicap they couldn't overcome. In the end Stacy and Linda were locked together at an obscene amount of conquests. They decided to call it a draw and go back to Stacy's place to celebrate. When Stacy told Linda about her new "toy" her eyes lit up with excitement.
"Oh, we have to try that out. Let's go," said Linda.
And with that the two friends linked arms and walked out of the club. Behind them lay a mass of naked, satisfied bodies.
Stacy bit her bottom lip in anticipation as Linda ran her tongue lightly over her naked body. She watched as the redhead slowly circled one of her erect nipples and nearly squealed when Linda gently nipped it between her teeth. Stacy laced her hands on Linda's head and urged her down on her breast, encouraging her to take as much as she could into her mouth.
Linda was an old hand at this sort of thing. She had been screwing girls since she was fourteen and had gained a great deal of experience. She sucked on the breast eagerly, bringing the blood to the surface of the skin. Stacy was going to have one hell of a hickey by morning. But that was the way Linda was, she made sure that each of her conquests had a mark on them somewhere. It was sort of like a temporary branding, a very pleasurable one. Stacy had come home one more than one occasion with one of these brands on her body. Linda released her hold and started to make her way south, the tip of her tongue leaving a thin trail of moisture as she went. She reached Stacy's soft downy pubic hair, a thin stripe of growth that Stacy kept well trimmed, and gave her another gentle nip. This time Stacy did squeal, a short sharp noise that dissolved into soft giggles of delight. Linda smiled up at her and made her way down to the promised land. Stacy was already very wet so Linda set about cleaning up the excess by lapping it up with long, languid strokes. She never broke eye contact with Stacy the entire time that she did this, not needing to see where she was going because she knew the terrain only too well.
"Are you enjoying this?" asked Linda.
"Oh God yes, please don't stop," pleaded Stacy.
"I wouldn't dream of it," said Linda as she went back to work. She ran her tongue around the outer lips of Stacy's pussy, her touch feather light. When she felt Stacy start to squirm under her touch she used her fingers to gently prise the lips apart. She then ran her tongue along the inside in slowly decreasing circles, making sure to reach every delicate satin fold within. When she had reached every nook and cranny she could find she placed her mouth over Stacy's puss and gently sucked while she probed her tongue deep within. In no time at all Stacy's hips were bucking wildly as she orgasmed. Linda kept up with the convulsions, trying to maintain the same pressure the entire time. At last Stacy's body began to relax, settling back into her bed.
"Mmm, that was good," sighed Stacy, her face flushed with the exertion.
"Wait till I try the alphabet trick on you," said Linda, dropping her a wink.
"The alphabet trick?" asked Stacy.
"Yup, that's where I trace the letters of the alphabet on your clitoris using only the tip of my tongue. Want to give it a try?" Linda didn't bother waiting for a reply, she already knew what the answer would be.
Clifford was awakened by a pair of old stockings hitting him across the face. It wasn't a totally unpleasant feeling, but the pair of jeans that followed them hit a lot harder.
"Hey," he said, "what's going on here?" He pulled the jeans from his head and looked over at Tracy, who was kneeling in front of her dresser, flinging clothes everywhere.
"I can't find any panties. I know I had at least a half dozen pairs in here but now they're all gone." She sat down on the floor with a thump, a classic Stacy pout on her face.
"Why don't you wear the pair you had on yesterday?" offered Clifford.
"Because you tore them off with your teeth, remember?" Tracy was pissed off by this turn of events. All she wanted was to get dressed so she could go out with Clifford to have a nice lunch by the beach. She intended to wear her new summer dress for the occasion, but it was so short that the slightest gust of wind would reveal her predicament to everyone. Suddenly her face lit up. "Stacy!" she said.
Stacy was, at that moment, giving Linda a good seeing to with her new toy. She had put on her bondage outfit, with optional double-ended dildo, and was giving it to Linda, doggy style. Linda was also enjoying Stacy's new toy, so much so that she had bitten Stacy's pillow in half during one of her many orgasms. Stacy paused for a moment as she climaxed, then started thrusting again.
"Oh God, Stacy," moaned Linda, "this is fantastic. Why can't boys go for this long?"
"Because they're boys," replied Stacy. "Only girls know how to really go all night."
They had indeed been going all night. They had not even bothered to sleep yet and it was 8 o'clock in the morning. Stacy had been trying to keep track of the amount of orgasms they had, but after they reached double figures she had lost count.
"Two more orgasms each," said Stacy, "then we swap places. I've been dying to be on the receiving end of this big boy."
Suddenly the door swung open and Tracy stormed into the room.
"Where the hell are my panties?" she demanded, then stopped as she realised what was going on. "Oh hi, Linda. I see you're fucking my sister again."
"Hi, Tracy," responded Linda, "Still fucking vegetables are we?"
Just then Clifford stepped into the room to see what was going on. When he saw Linda his mouth dropped open in surprise.
"Linda?" he asked. "What are you doing here?"
Linda was equally surprised. "Me? What are you doing here?"
"Do you two know each other?" enquired Tracy, a suspicious look on her face.
"Umm, Linda's my sister," said Clifford. "Well half sister. We share the same father. Apparently our mothers went to a party and came home two days later pregnant to the same guy."
"So," said Stacy with a mischievous grin, "we could possibly get some very interesting action going here. Sort of a double incest thing."
A deathly silence fell across the room as four minds thought of the possibilities.
"Where the fuck are my panties," demanded Tracy, breaking the silence.
"How the hell should I know?" asked Stacy. "Where did you leave them last? Did you check the boys' locker room?"
"I mean the panties that were sitting in my dresser drawer. I just checked there and they're missing. Have you been wearing them, Stacy?" Tracy was quietly fuming with rage. She was sick of Stacy continually borrowing her clothes.
"Why would I wear your tatty old things?" enquired Stacy. "Look, if it means that much to you borrow some of mine." She waved towards her wardrobe set into the far wall.
Tracy opened the wardrobe doors and started opening drawers. "Where are they?" she asked.
"In there, second drawer from the top."
"All I can see are half a dozen vibrators and a pair of dented Ben-Wah balls."
"The drawer next to it," said Stacy, "and I'll thank you to leave my toys alone."
"They aren't here," said Tracy after rummaging through the drawer.
"Of course they are," said Stacy as she withdrew from Linda and got off the bed. "I put some in there just yesterday." She walked over to her sister and looked into the drawer. "Well I'll be, they're gone."
"No shit, they're gone," said Tracy. "What I want to know is, who took them."
"Well I'm sure if we all calm down," said Clifford, putting his arm around Tracy, "we'll be able to work out who took them. They must of left some clues."
"Clues? What clues," asked Stacy.
"Well what about those?" said Clifford, pointing to a set of muddy footprints leading out of the room.
"Oh," said Stacy, a little embarrassed, "those clues."
The foursome followed the footprints out of the bedroom, along the hallway, down the stairs, through the lounge, and into the kitchen. They led to the back door and stopped.
"Looks like they came in through here," said Clifford, pointing to the door. He opened it and inspected the lock for any signs of forced entry. "I hate to say this, but it looks like an inside job. No sign of the lock being picked, so we'll have to assume they had a key."
"Maybe we should go inside before someone spies us," said Tracy. That was when the other three realised that the only person wearing anything was Stacy, if you considered a skimpy leather bondage outfit with optional strap-on dildo, clothing. But before the four friends could move a head popped up over the back fence.
"Hello there youngsters. Bit underdressed for going outside aren't we?" It was Mr. Shrimpkin, their neighbour. "I hope your parents don't know about this sort of thing."
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