“No, can’t say I ever have,” I had my hand out to take the stick, but Theresa decided to run it up the inside of my thigh so that it almost touched my balls. “Stop teasing me.”
I grabbed the cue and bent over to take my shot. Theresa was behind me and ran her hand over my arse. “Nice bum.” She giggled.
“Not funny,” I said.
“I’m not trying to be,” she said, her hand now groping forward between my open thighs.
“Hey,” I jumped up turning to see a wicked look on Theresa’s face and a smile flash across Marissa’s.
Theresa came closer, “Why don’t we see a couple of other balls on this snooker table,” she said, beginning to undo the buttons on my shirt.
“Hey, I don’t think….”
“Don’t think what? Don’t think Penny hasn’t thought about this, hasn’t thought about having it off with one of us, with you watching?”
“What? No…she…err…”
“Of course, she has Frank, every woman thinks about it. I bet she’d jump at the chance, she’d just love to have Theresa’s body all over her, snatch on snatch, tits squashed up against each other, of course she’d fucking love it and so would you, you’d love watching, believe me,” Marissa said.
By now Theresa had peeled my shirt off my shoulders and then kneeled before me to take down my trousers. I stood there, rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do. As Theresa rose Marissa helped her out of her clothes kissing her while she did until she was naked beside me.
I was dumbfounded, never in a million years did I expect something like this to happen with these two. I thought they were totally into each other, never thought either of them could be bi-sexual and fleetingly wondered what I was getting myself into and wished fervently that Penny was here, she’d know what to do.
“Up on the table baby,” Marissa said.
Theresa lay on the table her legs open while Marissa ran her hands over her body lovingly. She grabbed a snooker ball in each palm and rolled them over her tits as I watched, fascinated while she massaged her with them, kneading the flesh until she made her way down to her pussy.
I knew I should leave, knew Penny would if she was here. She’d be furious with me for getting into this situation and for the life of me I couldn’t understand how it all had happened, how they had managed to get my clothes off without me even realizing it.
It was like a dream, one where I was paralyzed into doing what they wanted of me.
Then Marisa allowed one ball to fall away and with the other she ran up and down Theresa’s slit. I grabbed hold of my cock and eyed her pussy lips, watching it widen as the ball rubbed up and down further, then Marissa was pushing it in harder while Theresa opened her legs further until the ball was almost swallowed up by her cunt.
“Hop on the table,” Marissa said.
“I don’t think….” I began.
“That’s right Frank, don’t think, don’t think about anything but what you can see right in front of you. There isn’t a man or woman who could resist that temptation,” Marissa said.
Theresa’s body was magnificent. All thoughts of her being my sister went out the window and instead I marveled at every curve, every inch of her blemish free skin. Her breasts were so absolutely amazing, and I desperately wanted to smother my face into her cleavage, to suck at her clit, to nuzzle into her and feel myself being swallowed up by her.
“Play my clit,” Theresa pleaded, “Come on Frank, just a little bit, please.”
It was like I was in a trance. I know that sounds like bullshit but it’s true, every word of it. It was as though they’d put a spell on me, or perhaps they’d put something in my drink that made me so easy to comply with what they desired.
As I lay forward between her open thighs I lapped at her cunt, licking up and down enjoying the fact that she was already turned on, her nub engorged, ready for some action. I saw from the corner of my eye that Marissa had taken off her clothes and was climbing up, lowering her open thighs over Theresa’s face.
I almost came as Theresa’s tongue slid out to lick at the stud Marissa had pierced through her clit. Her cunt was so different to Theresa’s, bushy, wiry hair everywhere whereas Theresa’s blond snatch was neat, a small triangle kept nice and tidy just how I liked it.