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  Msg#: 10009                                        Date: 01 Dec 94  02:50
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  Subj: REPOST: The Sea Witch 1/3
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From: fairyfire@aol.com (FairyFire)

Suggested Archive Name: SeaWitch

Hello. This is a first-effort by a new writer (to this genre, anyway),
so I would greatly appreciate any input, especially encouragement,
which you may have to offer after having read it. This particular post
is a new draft of the story already posted to alt.sex.stories.
    A note to anyone who has problems with non-Judeo-Christian
religion: I am Pagan, and this story is written from a Pagan point of
view. If you have a problem with my religion, my only advice is to
stop reading now, and avoid any future post I may make.  We live in a
world too wonderously varied for matters of dogma and mythology to set
us against each other. Having said that, I should say that the point
of both writing and posting this story is really two-fold. On a basic
level, it's simple sexual fantasy. It is also a way for me to
integrate my spirituality with my creative and sexual selves, and more
importantly here, to introduce my faith to people who may run into
myself or another Pagan someday in the future, in hopes that I've
cleared up a few of the misconceptions and given you a glimpse into
what being a Witch and a Pagan is really all about.

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WARNING!!!! The following story contains adult material. If you are
under 18, do not read this. If you are offended by graphic sexual
material, or anything otherwise that you might read herein, do not
read this.  You have been warned.


                       The Sea Witch : A Fantasy
                              Part 1 of 3
                        by Lace (a real Witch)


    Celena loved the beach. It wasn't just the love of a day in the
sun and the sound of the pounding surf. It wasn't even getting to show
off her graceful curves to the lifeguards. She was a mermaid of sorts,
a sea priestess. And that meant her power was its greatest when she
was at the ocean. She always wondered what it was like for all of the
mundanes, going to the beach just to have a nice time in the sun, sand
and sea. Not to feel that rush of energy and the ability to control
it. To her, the water was the blood of her goddess, the world's
biggest tub of holy water. The sun was fire incarnate, and the sand
was earth. And from the slightest breeze to the fiercest gale, the
wind carried the power of the air. And every bit of that power but
waited for her command.
    She knew her sea magic. She could pull the waves higher on the
beach, or turn the winds to cool the air around her. That was tricky
stuff and not of much practical use most of the time. But that she
could do it was a measure of her abilities. Most of the time, she did
simple things, like calling driftwood or perhaps a shell from the
surf. Driftwood made good magic wands, and shells were useful tools in
their own right. A shell or a rock, charged with her wish and thrown
back into the sea most always brought immediate results. She had only
to ask, and Goddess provided. Her loved ones were happier now that
she'd had some time at the beach to ask favors on their behalves.
    Her brother was back with his lover. A friend had a new apartment
which he liked quite well. She'd managed to get a raise herself. At
times, it was almost too easy. But she knew her gods, and made sure
they knew it was all appreciated. Her will and ability might focus to
bring the end result, but it was all dependant upon the will of the
gods. Sometimes, when she was drawing symbols in the sand, or looking
for just the right piece of shell or reed, she knew the others on the
beach were wondering at what she was doing. People who lived there had
seen such things often enough to be truly curious. She let their
unasked questions remain unanswered.  Things were still too dangerous.
They didn't burn Witches anymore, but in plenty of places these days,
Witch still meant Satanist to the ignorant, and having people think
you were anything like that could get rocks thrown through your
windows, or worse. Best not to take chances on people being well-
educated and open-minded. Let them wonder.
    This year, the curiosity came from a troublesome source. The
lifeguards were living in one of the beachfront houses, sharing it
among the handful of them that guarded the little strip of beach.
Usually they lived nearer the surfing ground, so that they were closer
to the waves when they were off-duty.  Still, she'd been coming to
this little town since she was small, and sometimes the lifeguards had
gotten houses on this part of the beach. It was convenient.  She
remembered being a teenager, still naive, but knowing enough of the
world and her own senses that she knew how lucky it was when the
lifeguards did live on the beach. They played where they lived. And
when they worked there too, it meant tan, athletic, ocean-loving men
around almost 24 hours a day.  A teenage girl could build wonderful
fantasies with no more fodder than that.
    Ah, but this year, it could be a problem. She'd been here since
the end of last summer. Writing was her living, and that was easier
for her at the beach. It had been an easy decision to scrape together
enough for the house. And when she'd moved, it had been the first time
she'd been at the beach for any length of time since becoming Pagan.
Last summer had been the first when any significant number of people
had witnessed her curious activities. No matter, since they'd all been
tourists, visiting for a week at most.
    But with the lifeguards spending most of their time on the beach,
she was just waiting for the time when one (or all) of them would get
curious enough about her to bring it up in conversation. Never mind
that a few of them watched her activities more for the joy of watching
a beautiful body in a small swimsuit.  Never mind that one of them had
beautiful red-gold hair that looked like fire as the wind whipped
through it. Never mind that he had a face and body that would have
inspired Greek statuary two millennia before. Never mind that there
wasn't just one of him, but two...  Identical twins. A fantasy in
itself.
    She had a thing for men with long hair, and doubly so for
redheads. And those abs, which made her want to scrub her clothes on
them....  Ah, well.... It was a lot like it had been when she was
younger. She could watch, and hope, and even fantasize (though THAT
was a lot more interesting with some years of experience and knowledge
under her belt...). But unless the world order changed, the most she
could really hope for was a small, subtle flirtation which wouldn't
last a week, or go beyond a few significant looks.  Even with two of
them, the odds were still pretty small. Thinking about it didn't do
anything but get her hot, and she had better things to do than drool
over unattainable men, even if they were that delicious.
    These days, she was spending her free time collecting cast-off
gull feathers, pink pebbles and cowrie-like shells. The shells were
held to be symbols of sexuality, since they were shaped like a woman's
cunt. The pink pebbles were for love and lust. The feathers were the
freedom of flight, and the power to control one's course on the winds,
and as symbols of air, they would help the winds carry her request to
someone who could help her.  None of those things were common on the
beach, and it had taken her a few days to find enough to suit her
purposes. But finally she was ready.  This was to be a spell for a
lover. She knew better than to try to spell some acquaintance or
fantasy man into a relationship. Trying to crush another's free will
was as close to a sin as a Witch could get.  But you could send out a
call for the right person, and if the time was right, they would show
up.
    And it would be about time, too. She'd been alone for a long time.
She was only 24, but her last lover had been over 6 years ago. She was
too picky, she knew. No one had been quite right to really get serious
with.  And if you weren't serious, you certainly weren't having sex
these days.  But Witches were also inherently sensual and sexual
people, never likely to be called prudes, and she was not exactly the
exception to the rule.  She loved erotic writing. The hotter the
better. X-rated, XXX-rated, a little light bondage or play, it was all
great to her. Movies were also great. A lot of them still treated
women like objects, but there were enough done by or for women or
couples that she could find some that were great to watch. Sure, a lot
of it was really off the wall compared to her actual experiences.
She'd only had one lover, and he'd been downright boring, in
retrospect.  Sometimes she wondered if she was really given the
chance, how far into some of her fantasy scenarios she'd really let
herself go. She wasn't sure she really wanted to find out.
    But she was getting tired of getting herself off after watching
some hot sex on video, or reading a particularly erotic passage in one
of her favorite XXX stories. People said that you always knew how to
make sex best for yourself, and it was a shame your partner could
never replicate your own knowledge of your body's responses. But that
didn't mean that masturbation was the best sex you could have. She
remembered the feeling of a quick, hard fuck. That was the one thing
Tommy had been good at. Ramming into her like he wanted his dick to
pierce her heart. You couldn't get that with your own fingers or a
dildo. And you most certainly couldn't bite and lick your own nipples
while you were getting fucked. She needed a man. She had for years.
And it was getting to the point where her desire to have a real, live,
hard cock in her pussy was driving her to distraction.  Spontaneous
combustion was becoming a real possibility. Getting off four or five
times a day wasn't helping any.  She could have all the orgasms she
could possibly give herself, and it didn't do anything to fill the
void of having her cunt stuffed.
    So, knowing that need was the greatest criteria to a strong spell,
she was finally ready to see if she couldn't bring herself a lover who
could satisfy years of pent-up sexual energy. The Goddess had her
consort, and it was only natural that Her priestess should have one of
her own. Of course, finding a mortal man to measure up to the Horned
God might not be possible.  But since the word "horney" was probably
derived from the Stag King's own name, you could at least hope there
would be a willing and able male ready to answer the call.
    It was the night of the full moon. A time for any positive magic.
And when the moon was at its peak, the magic should be strongest. She
set out for the beach, making sure to turn out the lights which shone
on the beach in front of the house. It would be hard enough to avoid
discovery and some difficult questions without having her own lights
making her look like she was on stage for the neighbors. Especially
since this had to be done skyclad. She usually worked robed while
outside. Sometimes she went casual and wore her bikini, as she did
when she was collecting things during the day. But any ritual
involving that much sexual energy would be more appropriate done in
the nude.  She just had to hope that the fact that none of the nearby
houses were currently occupied meant that no one would happen by to
discover and disturb her.
    Just thinking about her future lover had her heart racing. And the
quickness of her breathing wasn't from the exertion of the quick run
down the stairs to the beach. The cool night air whisked over her
naked body, caressing the suntanned skin, whipping her long hair
around her head. Her nipples were hard even without the breeze, and
the moisture coming from the sea was nothing compared to the stream
running from her pussy.  Single-minded to her purpose, she quickly
went through the ritual motions of creating sacred space for the
ritual. It was always easier and quicker at the beach, just because of
what she was. But her eagerness pushed her pace even faster, as her
mind raced to the images of this future lover which her imagination
supplied.
    She moved into the ritual itself, pouring her desires into her
tools.  Shells, for sexuality, that they bring her a man who knew how
to really pleasure her, touched quickly to her cunt to gather the
juice as it continued to drip from between her pussy lips. That would
strengthen the call, and she was going to put everything she had into
this working. The small pink pebbles. Pink for love and lust, that her
lover be more to her than a body to fuck. Small pink stones, the color
of her nipples, as they hardened to pink stones themselves, just
thinking of the power of the sex her lover would bring. Feathers, for
the freedom to be herself with him, and for the strength and power to
control where the winds of fate would bring her with this man.  Soft
feathers, soft as her skin where she pulled them across her body,
reveling in the sensation on the sensitive flesh of her breasts,
stomach and thighs.
    These things she wrapped in red cloth, cloth dipped again in her
body's own juices, as a regular river flowed onto her thighs. Tied
shut, the bundle was a powerful enchantment ready to be loosed to do
its intended job. To toss such a charm into the sea was to release its
power into the world, where it would bring about what she desired, if
only the time was right.  She quickly opened a door in the sacred
circle of magic, passing through with her charm, and dispersing the
barrier after her. A few short steps to the water. She could feel the

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  Msg#: 10007                                        Date: 01 Dec 94  02:50
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  Subj: REPOST: The Sea Witch 2/3
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From: fairyfire@aol.com (FairyFire)

                      The Sea Witch - Part 2 of 3
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    But she knew however much she'd enjoy the simplest of orgasms,
there was nothing to compare with having a man really screwing her.
And if she couldn't have that yet, then she still wasn't going to
settle for having her hole grasping at emptiness. She released her
hold on her pussy lips, still working her clit with her right hand,
hips still pumping in rhythm.  Her left hand, now free, traveled even
further downward. She touched her hole with her index finger, going
just a little inside, enjoying the sensation from the interior. Then
she added her middle finger, brushing against the tightness of the
opening, and again savouring the sensation.  Her hips bobbed up and
down, still gaining momentum, as she worked her clit quickly and
roughly now.  She inserted the two fingers deeper into the channel,
sliding them all the way in, pressing on sensitive spots within the
walls. Then she began to simulate the fucking motion of a hard cock,
in and out, in and out, sliding her fingers from the entrance until
she felt them hit her cervix, and back out again. Along the way, she
made sure to touch her g-spot, intensifying the sensation ten-fold.
    She was working herself hard with both hands now, rubbing
furiously on her clit as her two fingers fucked into her like a cock.
Her hips jerked wildly in response, going down on her fingers as they
would have a hard cock, rubbing up against her other hand as she
diddled on her clit. Her breasts stood up as the blood engorged them,
nipples pointing straight toward the moon overhead. She bit her lip
against the small grunting cries that tried to issue from her throat,
but still she heard them, quiet, for her own ears alone. Her hand slid
in and out of her cunt, faster and faster, in time with the other's
movement over her clit. She could feel herself getting close now. And
still the pace sped up.
    The grunting was audible now, not enough to carry down the beach,
but enough that she no longer had to strain to hear it. Her hand
pumped deep into her hole, hitting the cervix, and back out again. In
again, and out again. Uh. Uh.  Uh. Uh. Her hand rubbed on her clit, so
fast she was no longer conscious of any rhythm or plan to the
movements. Her hips jerked, slamming her down again and again on her
own fingers. Oh, here it came. The fingers pumped roughly in and out.
The fingers rubbed fast enough to start a fire. It built and built and
built. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. It peaked. Her hand rubbed so fast she could no
longer distinguish one finger from another. The hand inside her
proclaimed the muscle contraction on its outer surface even as she
felt it begin from within the muscles themselves. It rolled over the
peak, and started a fast downhill tumble.
    Her hand no longer worked inside her. It was still as the muscles
clasped at it again and again, strongly then more weakly.  Her other
hand still rubbed at her clit, carrying the orgasm on as long as it
could, still stimulating the contractions as she held her breath in
the ecstasy of the long downhill roll. Muscles still clenched at the
fingers inside her.  Then, finally, the contractions died down to a
rhythmic murmur from within her and against the trapped hand, and she
stopped rubbing her clit. Her breathing and heartbeat were racing from
the exertion. Her hips were sore from the pounding upon the sand.
    She pulled her fingers free from her hole, hearing the slippery
sound as they left the river of juice between her thighs. Released by
the removal of the pseudo-cock, it raced down onto the sand, leaving a
nice big wet spot below her buttocks as the sand soaked up the pussy
juice. She lay there in the sand, eyes still closed, as the high of
the orgasm wore off.  Her breasts were sore from their earlier
punishment and from the sensitivity their engorged state had carried.
The orgasmic rhythm still pounded within them, and from inside her
pussy.
    As her mind began to clear from the orgasmic ecstasy, a half-
formed thought appeared: if her spell carried to her a man who could
understand her body and his own well enough to give her that kind of
overwhelming orgasm, while pounding her body with his hard cock, she
might never get another word written. She would end up spending every
moment of the rest of her life fucking and coming. And coming and
fucking. And fucking and coming.... The thought drifted slowly away as
an energy lull hit her.  Fucking and coming.
    A mouth on her breast. A finger tracing its way up her slit,
through the river of woman's cum. The images floated through her mind,
projected on the screen at the back of her closed eyelids. Fucking and
coming. Her breasts swelled and her nipples hardened again at the
thought and the image.  The flood between her legs picked up again.
Just fucking and coming. Her heartbeat sped up again, taking her
breathing with it. The images were vibrant, almost real. It had to be
the magic working, drawing her lover to her.
    It was magic, as she again felt the mouth on her breast, the
finger working its slow progress up her slit. She raised her chest
against the loving mouth, pressing it harder against her breast. And
the sensation was real. Her eyes popped open, startled. She was still
in the grips of the post-orgasmic fugue, and it didn't occur to her to
be frightened, only startled. As the world outside her body and mind
made itself known all at once, she knew only that the mouth and hand
touching here were not fantasy, but that of human male, as real and
physical as she was. Her eyes finally focused and her brain made some
sense of what they saw. The mouth suckling on her naked breast was not
visible. Instead there was a veil of copper hair which hid the mouth
and face, and puddled on her chest. But she knew that fiery hair.
    Ah, that was the face of the creature, the intense smoldering look
as he peered out from his hair, upward to lock eyes with her, her
nipple still clenched firmly by his lips. He sucked lightly upon it,
holding her gaze.  Then she felt his teeth graze the hard tip, and he
was lost to her sight as she rolled her head back, enjoying the
feeling.
    All the while, a finger continued to stroke her slit, spreading
the moisture around her pussy. She moved to pull the beautiful face
toward her, wanting to feel his lips on her own, to have his tongue
thrusting into her mouth. It was then she noticed that he had one hand
on her other breast, resting there without moving. As she took that
in, he began to knead her tit with his hand. His other hand took up
the movement on her other tit, its nipple still worked by his lips,
teeth and tongue. She raised up again, pressing her chest against his
mouth and hands.
    Her slit mourned the loss of the playing finger. Her juices still
dripped down onto the sand beneath her. She wanted him to work all of
her at once, to continue the loving ministrations on her tits, but
also to have him fill her mouth with his tongue, and her cunt with his
fingers or cock.  She reached again to pull him towards her face, but
her shoulders were pressed gently back to the sand, and her face aimed
towards the sky. It wasn't the moon that filled her vision then, but a
doppleganger, a double.  The man who even now moved to suckle her
other tit, who had always had both of his hands on her tits, was also
looking down on her from above.  Distracted by her own body's reacting
to the tit sucking, it took a long moment for her to remember that the
Gods had seen fit to give two men this same face and body.
    By then, his lips were crushed to hers, opening her mouth with his
tongue.  She responded instantaneously, caressing his probing tongue
with her own, opening to his movements. He took her lips between his,
kissing her with a wet, open-mouthed movement, and again twirling his
tongue around hers. She reached for him, pulling his face to her own,
pressing him to her. Their lips locked together, pressing almost
cruelly against one another. As they pulled free of one another, she
held his face for a second, keeping him from pulling out of reach. She
planted a sweet kiss on each of his eyelids, and another on his lips.
He gave her a dazzling smile, and bent to her ear.  "I am Julian," he
whispered softly, pausing to kiss her ear. "My brother is Daniel," he
continued. "And we are both desperately..." He kissed her jaw.
"...hopelessly..." He mouthed her chin.  "...and enthusiastically..."
He pressed his lips to hers, fixed her with his eyes, and seductively
said: "yours."
    She did not know how it had happened, or what it really meant, but
it didn't matter. There was magic here, but these two were not
bespelled. It was sea magic, sex magic, and most of all, human magic.
    Julian pulled his lips from hers, moving toward her feet. Or
rather, her pussy. The extra hand had been his, and he was returning
to finish the job he'd started. Daniel worked his way up her chest
using his tongue to caress the soft skin. When he finally reached her
lips, he sank quickly into the slow, deep kissing his twin had
performed. There were definite differences, she could already see.
Daniel's hand still clasped her left tit, massaging it lightly.
Obviously tits were his favorite thing about a woman. His kisses were
softer and sweeter than his brother's. His lips and tongue didn't
demand, they coaxed. He didn't invade, but requested an invitation. It
was an easy way to lose oneself in the sense experience. It seemed
like they had been kissing for hours, and neither of them were even
beginning to be bored with the interplay of lips and tongues. And his
hands still caressed her breasts, working the nipples with his thumbs
until they were solid little nubs under his touch.
    She might have lost herself to his kisses, but Julian obviously
had other things in mind. His fingers began to caress her slit again,
roving up and down, carrying the moisture around her whole pussy,
drenching what little of her sex wasn't already soaked. He probed
lightly into the very edge of the opening with his fingers, making her
arch up to meet his hand.  He withdrew them, giving her a quick, light
pinch on the ass to let her know he wanted to have free reign with his
exploration and torment of her cunt.
    He pulled her pussy lips apart with one hand, using the other to
lift her clit for his inspection. He didn't pinch her when her hips
rode up again, knowing she couldn't help it. He poked two fingers into
her cunt opening again, inserting them an inch or more into the hole,
then spreading them wide, stretching her opening as wide as he could
without hurting her, and peering inside. Daniel continued his slow,
soft kisses, and  she finally managed to split her attention between
the two sets of sensations.  Julian's examination of her cunt
continued, as he replaced his fingers with his tongue. The taste-test
was obviously a success, as he began to eagerly suck and lap at her
pussy, collecting the overflowing juices with his tongue. He covered
her clit and as much of her pussy lips as he could with his mouth,
sucking softly while stroking her clit with his tongue.  Her hips were
no longer fighting to stay on the sand, but rising rhythmically as his
tongue worked her clit. She groaned into Daniel's busy mouth when the
mouth left her pussy. Daniel worked with hands, tongue and lips to
divert her attention from the loss. But it wasn't necessary.
    Julian had two fingers at her opening again. This time, they
entered, but didn't stop their progress into her hole until his
fingertips hit her cervix. He probed around inside her with his
fingers, making her squirm in pleasure as he located her g-spot and a
few minor pleasure points. Daniel held her pinned to the sand with his
own weight on her chest, otherwise the thrashing Julian was inducing
might have tossed Daniel clear off of her. He wasn't going to let that
happen, and redoubled his efforts at pleasuring her with his hands,
lips and tongue.
    Between the two of them, they had her moaning. Daniel kissed and
probed at her mouth, and caressed her wonderful tits. Julian explored
her hole, first with his fingers, then with his tongue. She'd almost
thrown them both off when he'd inserted his tongue into her cunt. He
worked it inside of her like a miniature penis, thrusting in and out,
in and out, trying to poke all of the little pleasure spots in the
outer part of her hole. He held her legs down, spread wide apart on
the sand, diving his tongue into her juicy hole while she writhed
under him and his twin. She was panting now, moaning with the pleasure
that he was inducing with his tongue. Daniel had given up on
continuing his own oral interchange, and went back to work on her tits
with his mouth and hands. Her breathing worked to push her tits up
toward his hands and mouth. He knew she wanted a little rough
treatment, and he obliged.  His soft caresses took on a passion and
urgency, discarding any pretense at gentleness or reserve. He squeezed
her breasts hard. She moaned. Not in pain, but pleasure. He twisted
her nipples. Her panting increased. He bit on the rock-hard tips.
Lightly at first, then harder. She pressed her chest even harder
against his mouth.
    Julian worked her pussy with his mouth and hands now. Three
fingers caressed her from the inside now, while his tongue and lips
worked her clit, keeping her hips arching rhythmically in small quick

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  Msg#: 10011                                        Date: 01 Dec 94  02:51
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  Subj: REPOST: The Sea Witch 3/3
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From: fairyfire@aol.com (FairyFire)

                         The Sea Witch: Part 3 of 3
                         *************************
    It might have broken the mood, but as it turned out they couldn't
have planned things better if they'd tried. Celena fell pressed
against Julian's big hard cock. It wasn't inside her, but it was so
close. Daniel pulled out of her, making her cry out at the loss. She
wanted the big organ back inside her. But Julian silenced her with a
look, one that carried the message of love and trust as clearly as if
he'd spoken. He leaned back onto the sand, stretched out full-length
beneath her, his rigid cock trapped right next to her cunt. Daniel
helped her into a position kneeling right over the pointing organ. She
understood now. She wanted that big hard cock inside her, and she was
going to be able to get it, by impaling herself onto it from above.
    She knew that coming onto it from above would cause her own weight
to push it as far within her as it could get. And she wanted that.
Daniel kneeled behind her, taking her breasts into his hands again. He
sucked on the back of her neck and shoulders, while his hands worked
her tits, the nipples still hard and responsive to his touch. He
encouraged her to raise herself up above his twin's waiting cock,
while Julian's hands joined his own to caress and squeeze her tits.
Celena raised up until Julian's big dick was aimed right at her hole.
The juices were running down her thighs in small streams now, She
wanted him in her, and she was going to get him as far in her in a
single thrust as was physically possible. She wanted him to split her
wide open and then fuck her brains out.
    With a quick, deliberate movement, she impaled herself on the
rigid cock.  The head passed through her opening, then kept on going
as she pressed herself down to Julian. Finally, she was resting most
of her weight on Julian's hips, her pubic hair sealed tight against
his, the liquid bathing her thighs spreading across his hips where she
straddled him. She moaned as the head of his cock hit her cervix.
Julian's eyes were shut, as he enjoyed the sensation of this tight,
wet, hot hole sliding down to sheath his dick. He wanted to flip her
over and just screw her until she begged him to stop. But he didn't.
He used his hands to caress and squeeze her gorgeous breasts. His
brother really loved tits, but he wasn't exactly adverse to them
himself.  Both pairs of hands worked her tits, while she rested
impaled on the length of Julian's cock.
    After a minute, she raised herself up again, until only the head
of the big cock was still inside her.  Then she lowered herself onto
it again, thrusting it into herself until there was no space between
her and Julian.  Their pubic hair mashed together, and they were
frozen in pleasure, both with their eyes tightly closed. She began to
move faster, going up and down on his cock. It rubbed against her g-
spot on the inside, just like he'd done when he was fingerfucking her.
The friction inside the hot, wet channel rubbed his dick like she'd
done with her hand, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold off
indefinitely. He began to thrust into her as she settled down on him,
aiding her in getting his dick into her as far as they could. He took
one hand from her breasts, and laid it against her cunt, using his
thumb to rub her clit. She moaned and began rubbing her cunt up
against his hand while they thrust at each other.
    Daniel continued to work her breasts. He was a breast man, true,
but he still wanted to get his cock back inside her. It was rigid even
after he'd pulled out of her, covered in her juices, still aimed
upwards with erection. He watched his brother sawing his cock in and
out of her tight little hole, rubbing her clit with his hand. He let
his hands leave her tits, dropping them instead to her ass cheeks. He
caressed and squeezed them for a moment or two, just like he'd been
doing with her luscious tits.  Then he parted them, noting the tiny
bud of her asshole. He reached between her legs, his hand brushing his
twin's cock as he ran his fingers up the insides of her drenched legs.
He collected the juices on his finger, then opened her ass up to his
view again, and applied the slippery stuff to her asshole.
    Celena was fucking herself well on Julian's big organ. He was
helping her now, working to bring them both the most pleasure they
could have, trying to get his dick so far inside her it would pop out
of her mouth. She was starting to think it might. The rhythm
quickened. They were both grunting in their pleasure. She felt Daniel
move his hands from her tits to her ass.  When he pulled the cheeks
apart, she knew what he had in mind.  She'd never had it up the ass
before, but she wanted both of these magnificent cocks in her, and to
get both at the same time was a chance she wasn't going to turn down.
When Daniel's hand had bumped Julian's cock and her thigh, she's
almost come right then. She was close enough now that she was hoping
Daniel would hurry up and ram that huge thing up her ass, no matter
what the cost.  But she was glad that he'd taken the time to spread
her cunt juices onto her ass. She knew she'd be even more glad when he
was actually in her ass.
    Julian felt Daniel's hand bump his cock. He'd figured out what he
was doing quickly enough, even if he couldn't see it. They'd never
even done it with the same woman before, not even at different times.
Thinking about screwing Celena from both ends with his twin was an
incredible turn on.  Hurry up, Daniel.
    She felt the touch at her asshole again. This time it was well
greased with her own wetness, and it continued to dash back and forth
between her dripping thighs and the tight little asshole. Daniel's
fingers applied the slippery juice to the outside of the little bud,
collecting as much as he could from her thighs, even running his
fingers over her cunt lips where Julian's cock pumped in and out of
her. He had her ass well greased now. He reached again for her juicy,
dripping pussy, running fingers around her slit, even as his twin
continued to thrust up into her hole. His fingers were as wet with her
juices as his brother's cock was, as his own still was, even though he
was no longer the one pounding into her tight cunt. He raised his
soaked fingers to her tight virgin asshole, probing lightly with them,
bringing the cunt juice with him as he began to finally insert his
middle finger into her.
    Celena was waiting for the invasion into her ass. She pushed her
ass back at his hand, working hard to flex the muscles in her hole and
open herself to his fingers. A single finger first. A tight fit, but
not painful, certainly. Not even terribly uncomfortable. He pulled it
back to insert again, bringing the juice he'd slathered on her ass
inside with him to smooth the way, and driving it up to the knuckle in
her asshole. She moaned at the deeper penetration. He heard it and
kept on working, pulling back to add more cunt juice to her asshole,
and then adding his index finger to the first.
    She stiffened as the larger probe began to push into her ass. But
she relaxed into it, pushing backwards and flexing the sphincter
muscles to help him get the extra finger in. Slowly he worked them
both up into her, inch by inch until they were both lodged in her ass
all the way to the knuckles. She was panting from the exertion of
fucking Julian, and from the intense concentration of helping Daniel
pave the way for that huge cock to get into her ass. She wasn't sure
she'd manage as she felt him begin to work a third finger into her. He
wasn't sure it was a necessary measure, but he didn't want to find out
later that he should have stretched her ass out further to keep from
hurting her with his dick. The tip of the pseudo-cock entered her
easily, well-greased by all of the juice he'd collected.  As he pushed
deeper, her panting came quicker, and he felt her push hard back
against his hand, trying to force the muscles in her ass to relax and
allow him deeper. He moved slowly, inserting his three fingers little
by little, allowing her time between advancements to get used to the
new level of penetration. It seemed to take forever, but their
combined efforts finally brought success. He slowly fucked her ass
with his hand, managing to thrust the fingers in to the knuckles each
time. Her panting had turned again to groaning, as the sensation of
being penetrated front and back carried her into ecstasy. She was
really getting off on it, he saw, but he didn't want her to come while
he fucked her tight ass with his hand. He continued to thrust slowly
in and out of the formerly-virgin asshole with his hand, but he used
the other hand to go again between her legs and gather more of her
slippery lubrication. This time he didn't spread it on her ass, but
instead added it to the cunt juice still on his cock. It was slippery
under his hand now.
    He grabbed for her hand and pulled it behind and wrapped her
fingers around his organ. She was startled at how hard he still was,
even with out the stimulation. She pumped up and down lightly on his
dick, just a few times.  Then he removed her hand, taking the cock in
his own free hand, and running it up and down along her slit, drowning
it in the juice that still flowed freely there.  Julian felt his
brother's hand and cock rubbing along the soaking pussy.  He was just
trying to keep up his own pace, holding back to give Daniel time to
get his cock up her tight ass. He could feel the fingers thrusting in
and out of her ass through the thin membrane that separated the two
canals, and the added stimulation was starting to make him lose his
control. She was still pumping tirelessly on his cock, only a little
distracted by his brother's attention her previously virgin ass. His
hand still rubbed her cunt, carefully avoiding her clit, lest he make
her come before Daniel could get into her.
    But he didn't have long to wait. Daniel's big, hard cock was
coated in her juices, slippery as if he'd just pulled out of her hot
hole. He worked it lightly with his own hand, ejoying the sensation as
his fingers slipped and slid up and down the rigid 8 inches. But he
was rock-hard for a reason, and he wasn't going to wait any longer.
    He stopped fucking her tight ass with his hand, pulling his
fingers free, and using them to hold open her ass cheeks instead. They
were still coated in her woman's juices, and he caressed them with
both hands now as he spread them to give his cock free access to her
asshole.
    She felt him pull her ass cheeks apart, knowing that his hand was
gone from her asshole, and that his big cock was going in next. She
braced herself against Julian's chest as he continued pumping beneath
her. His hips were soaked by the juice from her thighs, and he gritted
his teeth, grunting in time with each thrust into her pussy.
    Daniel positioned the head of his cock at the little ass pucker.
It gaped a little from the recent invasions, waiting for him to bury
his length in her bowels. She felt him push against her, and pushed
her ass back towards him, focusing on relaxing onto his hard cock. The
head cleared the opening, and she gasped in relief as he paused before
pushing any deeper.  The feeling of his cock inside her ass was
nothing she'd even dreamed of.  She steadied herself against Julian,
trying to minimize the movement of her ass and hips even though Julian
continue to pump into her with considerable force.
    Daniel took up the assault again, wanting to get his cock inside
that tight, tight little hole. He pushed against her again, glad that
she seemed to be able to relax her sphincter muscles enough that once
his head was inside, it was easier for her. Inch by inch, he pushed
into her. She was panting again, unable to contain the sensations in
her ass and cunt and remain silent. He had about five inches of
himself buried within her now.  She couldn't take it anymore. She
wanted him to impale her with all of him.  Do it quick and rough, and
then fuck her hard. She reached behind herself and grabbed his balls,
squeezing and massaging them in her hand. He understood the message.
    Even if he hadn't, the added stimulation would have driven him on.
He thrust himself into her ass. The three remaining inches disappeared
in an instant. She moaned, feeling him buried up to the hilt in her
bowels. His balls rested against her ass. She froze for a moment, her
eyes locked with Julian's as he too, felt Daniel slide home in her
ass.  Sure that her expression was one of supreme sexual arousal, and
not discomfort, be started to thrust into her cunt again.  Daniel
pulled back and started to thrust slowly and rhythmically inside her
ass. They could feel each other's cocks through the small layer of
flesh that separated the two holes. It aroused them both further, and
the pace quickened.
    She was caught up in the sensation of being trapped between the
two of them, Julian beneath her, fucking her cunt, and Daniel behind,
fucking her ass. The two cocks bumped up against each other through
her interior walls, as they each began to work in rhythm. First
Julian, then Daniel, then Julian, then Daniel. On and on it went. She
had no control over her own movements. Julian's cock bumped again and
again against her cervix. Daniel was buried deeply in her bowels. She
rode the feeling with nothing more in mind than enjoying every moment
of the double-fucking. She got caught up in the rhythm herself, front

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