Margaret thinks better of it, instead of finding out which part of their bodies excites you the most, she wants to see how you do at sexually satisfying a woman. She knows that you are still a virgin, and even if she has feelings for you, she doesn't want to admit it, at least not yet.
First she frees you from the elastic, then she brings you up to her face. Lydia constantly stretches out her hands, with the intent of stopping her sister if she were to do something dangerous, but she pulls them back when she sees that she is not doing anything wrong.
Margaret lies down on the bed, then puts her palm upright and lets you fall onto her six-pack abs. Her muscles are strong, but you still feel something soft that cushions your fall, then you hear a gurgling, you realize it is her stomach: it is digesting her last meal, transforming it into nutrients for her body, you are imagining what would happen if you were in there.
"Does my stomach excite you? Are you wondering how long you would survive in there, or perhaps which part of my body will nourish yours once digested and absorbed? Would you like to become part of my ass, or perhaps my tits?" An erection comes spontaneously just hearing those words, Margaret giggles. "Look at this pervert, he is almost bursting at the thought of being eaten alive."
"Margaret, I forbid you to do this, death is irreversible, and assuming no one finds out it was you, how will you answer God for this?" Lydia scolds her.
"Get it over with, if there is a God in this world where was he when we needed him?" Margaret asks, addressing not herself and her sister but the entire human race, even though they didn’t have the best childhood of their lives.
"Margaret, don’t tell me you’ve abandoned your faith because you can’t find an answer to this." You find it strange that this is the most Lydia can say: Lydia is the older twin, yet Margaret is the more aggressive one.
"That's the million-dollar question." You answer, there’s a moment of silence as the twins stare at you. You’ve said very few words so far because you’re too shocked, now you’re talking as if nothing happened, as if you hadn’t shrunk. "There is no one, religious or atheist, who has not asked himself this question at least once in his life. But we’re only human, how can we know what’s going on in the mind of the One who created us?"
Lydia smiles, Margaret is impressed, but she doesn’t want to go back to church just because you gave a decent answer. "But you can rest assured, I am not going to eat you, for now. Now I want to see how you can make a woman happy, climb on my tits."
You obey the order without a word, you walk on Margaret’s belly, trying not to fall, every step you take tickles her. You reach the two giant twin hills, where the nipples stand out like two sharp peaks. You wonder why Margaret allows you such freedom to touch her. Maybe it’s because she sees you as a pet or slave or toy? Or does she have something else in mind?
Lydia observes the scene shyly, sometimes looking away out of embarrassment, but she doesn’t want to lose sight of you in case her sister decides to do something irreparable. You jump and hug the ebony twin’s right breast. Hands, feet, arms and legs sink into her soft flesh, you thought it was made of steel like the rest of her body. You start climbing by stretching out both arms at the same time, then pulling the rest of your body up.
"If I climbed a real mountain I had less effort." You comment ironically to pass the time, Margaret laughs at your joke. The laughter makes her breasts swing and you hold back so as not to fall, in the end you manage to reach the nipple that is almost as big as you.
You think back to what Margaret did with your penis. You grab it and pull it and then let go, Margaret is surprised, you are doing a good job, but she doesn’t want to let you know, she bites her lips so as not to moan with pleasure. At your own risk you decide to raise the level by kissing and licking that giant nipple. Margaret tries to suppress the urge to touch herself.
After a while you get tired and not wanting to do the climb again, an idea comes to mind: you jump on Margaret’s breast like a trampoline and when you are high enough you launch yourself against the left nipple. The landing is a bit miscalculated, you hold on to the nipple with your hand to keep from falling, while the tit sways from the added weight on top of it.
Lydia puts her hands underneath, ready to catch you if you fall, but you manage to grab hold with your other hand and pull yourself up. Margaret comes up with another game for the future: stand up now while you're holding her nipple and make her tits bounce to see how long you can hold on, she thinks she should add a bet to make it more fun.
You repeat the process with the left nipple. This time you put more effort, and even if you don't manage to make her moan. A drop of milk comes out of the nipple after all that stimulation and you drink it. You always thought that the twins were much more than just human, you knew that there were women capable of producing milk from the breast without having been pregnant, but you didn't think that the twins were capable of it. More you stay with them, more you think them as goddesses, even if you are not afraid about your situation as the beginning.
"That's enough. Lydia, it's your turn."
Will Lydia lie down on the bed to receive some sexual pleasure or not?
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author