Nature's "Miracle"

byTx Tall Tales©

Brooke looked over at her sister. "Go ahead. What are you waiting for?" She closed her mouth over my cock head, sucking gently while her sister gave me a tongue bath.

"Amazing, hug?" Brooke said a few moments later.

"Incredible. Literally. I can't believe it. I'd be as big a cum slut as you, if Mike was leaking ambrosia."

Brooke joined her sister, and watching those two pretty faces and sexy tongues in such close proximity was driving me nuts. Allison grabbed my hand and put it on her breast. I almost jerked away. Almost. Instead I gave her a gentle squeeze.

Brooke was paying attention. "Allie..."

"God, Bee. I'm so fucking worked up. Just a touch."

"A touch. That's all. You gonna tell Mike?"

Allison stopped and sat up. "Geez. What am I doing?" She looked down at my naked body, and semi-hard cock. The little show I'd been watching had been doing wonders.

"Shit, is he ready for another one?" Allison asked.

"You bet. My guess is at least three, probably four more."

"No fucking way."

"It's a miracle, I told you. My husband is a fucking genius." She giggled. "The Plant Whisperer. They tell him all their secrets."

"Not gonna argue that. I just... it's so hard to believe. All of it."

"Still think I'm lying?" Brooke teased, her mouth moving down, licking my shaft, her hand playing with my balls.

"No. I'm sorry about that. It's, well you know, impossible."

"I know."

Allison got off the bed. "You mind if I stay a little longer?"

I know I didn't.

"Of course not," Brooke replied, teasing me with her tongue.

"Let me call Mike. I'll be right back."

She got up, and left the room.

"Surprised?" Brooke asked.

"Knock me over with a feather."

She giggled. "I wanted to know if it was the same for anyone else. That and she didn't believe me. You're not mad, are you?"

"No, baby. Not mad. Stunned maybe."

She took me in her mouth, watching my reaction. By the time Allison returned I was raring to go.

"Everything cool?" Allison asked.

"I told him."

"You told him? Everything?"

"Yeah. I'll have some explaining to do, but, Jesus, Bee! This is like being there when they made the first phone call. It's history." She casually reached behind her and opened her bra, removing it while approaching the bed. Amazing.

"I know. And we were first. How fucking cool is that?" Brooke seemed to not even notice the change in clothing. Or lack thereof.

"Way cool, sis. You gonna blow him again?"

"Yeah, unless you wanna help."

"You wouldn't mind?"

"No. No fucking, Ok?"

"Of course not. That would be cheating."

Stupid me, couldn't keep my mouth shut. "Blowjobs aren't?"

Allison looked up at me blushing. "They would be, but I kind of said I might."

"And Mike's cool with that?"

"It's science. History. I swear. I'd never do it otherwise."

Brooke looked up at me. "Live with it, stud."

"You'd be willing to do that?" I asked her, worried.

"I... I don't know. It's not like sex. It's, you know, a once-in-a-lifetime event. We're here for the first time." She sat up. "I'd never cheat on you, I hope you know that. I wouldn't do it if you didn't want me to. I swear."

My cock had been wilting while I thought about her with someone else. Like Allison was considering doing.

"I... I don't know if I could handle it," I confessed.

Brooke grinned. "You're never going to have to worry about it. We're lucky. I'm the wife of the man who invented the miracle. How the hell is anyone else ever going to compare to that?"

"No shit," Allison said, her hand joining her sister's around my shaft. "Luckiest bitch in the world."

Brooke smacked her playfully. "Stop calling me bitch, or no more treats for you."

"C'mon, sis! I'm just teasing. You're the best sister there is, letting me be second."

"You gonna keep yappin', or you gonna earn us another treat?"

I groaned as Allison held my cock and licked it from base to tip. "Jesus, Bee! You see how fast he got hard for me?"


Brooke climbed up the bed, and joined me, watching her sister blow me. "Nobody but you, baby. You asked me if I'd do it, in a hypothetical situation. Not friggin' likely. You're the miracle worker. I'm all yours, and nobody else's. Forever and ever. Got it?"

I nodded.

"And you're all mine, right? Not gonna let fame and fortune go to your head."

"All yours, baby."

She giggled. "Except for maybe the occasional friendly little sister blowjob. But only if I say so!"

"Fuck," I groaned. Little sister was talented.

Brooke cuddled me, her head on my shoulder, watching. "I thought I'd be more jealous. I didn't think it would go this far."

"You're not?"

"A little. Nothing to be worried about. She's not going to steal you from me, is she?"

I moaned, as Allie changed things up a bit. "No. Not a chance."

I was getting close, when Allison's phone rang. Brooke jumped up and got it. "Mike," she said.

Allison looked up at me, my cock buried in her mouth. She pulled off softly, and put her hand out for the phone. She got up, lifting it to her ear. "Hi baby," she said, walking out of the room.

Brooke took her place, sucking me for a couple of minutes, until Alice returned. "It's driving him crazy. You mind if he comes over? I'm not sure he believes it either."

Brooke looked up at me. "You Ok?"

"Panties," I said.

She blushed. "Of course. Maybe lingerie. That would be pretty hot, but not over the top."

"Then it's Ok with me."

"Tell him yes," Brooke said. Allison gave her sister a huge hug, and I got a quick kiss. "You guys are the best. We're going to owe you big time."

She grabbed the phone. "Yes. Now... I don't know, is she asleep?...Ok, get my phone book and call Caitlin. If she's not available, go down the list... Hurry...I love you too, so much you don't even know." She hung up and turned back to us.

"Can I finish this one? I'm not sure how I'll feel doing it in front of Mike. I know I told him I might..."

"Go ahead. I think studly would like that," Brooke said.

Allison took her place, and it took her a couple of minutes to get me close again. Her phone chirped, and Brooke got up, looking at it. "Mike. Brenda's on her way. He'll be here in 15 minutes."

Allison looked up at me. "Can you finish before then?"

"Absolutely. You're amazing."

She grinned. "Text him, 'Thanks, can't wait.'"

Brooke cheated. While her sister did her best, my wife was whispering to me. "Do it, baby. Come in her mouth. Fill my rotten sister's hot little mouth with your seed. Show her. Let her see what I get. All the time."

She started nibbling my ear, her tongue teasing me. Allison looked up at me with her sister's blue eyes, pleading.

"Soon," I gasped. "Very soon."

The teasing whispers continued. "Do it baby. For me. Let me watch you come between my baby sister's naughty married lips. Watch her suck you dry. Make her get you hard again, so her husband can see."

I groaned, and without warning lost it.

Allison took it gamely, purring sweetly as she drained me. She looked up at me and her sister, then closed her eyes slowly savoring me.

"Gentle," I groaned, when she sucked a little too hard.

"He gets a little sensitive right afterward, once he's done a few," Brooke said.

Allison kept going, refusing to let me go, fighting to keep me hard. She did an admirable job, and I was stiff by the time she surrendered my cock.

She sat back on her heels, showing me her breasts. "Damn, I could do that forever. It's so different, not worrying about whether he's going to come or not, but anticipating it, wanting it. Earning that sweet treat."

Brooke laughed. "What did I say?"

"I know, I know. You gonna keep rubbing it in?"

"No. Just this once. What did you think?"

"Died and gone to heaven. I'm fucking dripping. Mike is going to get so damn lucky. I'm going to leave him a blind, shriveled up shell."

Brooke hopped off the bed. "Quick. Let's get decent."

I relaxed, watching for a bit, then got up and grabbed a beer. The taste was off, thanks to the treat. I thought about it, and made up two more small samples for the girls.

"We should have a good hour or more," I explained, and put the crackers and Miracle Mess on the bed-stand. "But just in case, you can reload here."

Allison giggled, looking at herself in the mirror, wearing my wife's teal baby-doll. Brooke was wearing the red one. I saw they were both wearing the matching panties, but their tits were showcased nicely behind the transparent material.

"Presentable?" Brooke asked.


"You're Ok with Mike seeing me like this?" she asked nervously.

"A little late for that, isn't it? Besides, after what Allison did, I owe him that much."

Allison twirled around, then jumped in my arms. "You owe him nothing. I owe him. You did us a favor. Don't forget it."

Weird logic but I wasn't going to complain.

She dragged me down to the bed, tickling my tonsils. Brooke got up and smacked her on the butt. "Behave."

Allison climbed across me. "It's just a kiss. Hell, I just blew him, and I'm gonna do it again!"

Brooke hopped on the bed. "Don't forget whose he is."

"Like either of you would ever let me. No, he's yours. And I've got Mike, and couldn't ask for a better husband. Shit, he let me be here didn't he?"

Brooke nodded. "We're both pretty lucky, huh?"

Allison was kissing me again, while her sister teased my alter-ego, when the doorbell rang. The sister's looked at each other, and tore off toward the door like banshees, laughing and pushing.

I decided the courteous thing to do would be to put on my boxers, and be a good host. The girls each had an arm, and he looked dazed, walking into the living room.

"Hey, Mike," I said, giving him a handshake. He looked down at my tenting boxers. "That's the fourth one," Allison said.

"No shit?"

"Nope. Lots more where that came from," his wife teased.

I popped into the kitchen, returning with a beer, and a surprise. I handed him both. "Eat that. It probably won't kick in until you get home, but otherwise, she's going to wear you out something fierce."

He took it, looking at it oddly. "What is it?"

"Nature's gift. Crappy tasting, but worth it."

He shrugged, and ate it. "An hour?"

"About that."

The girls laughed, and Allison jumped over and gave me a hug and quick kiss. "You're the best, Nate. Thanks."

I just grinned. We sat down in the living room, and I thought things were going to get weird, but Allison was bouncing off the walls. "It's incredible, baby. Incredible. One little teaspoon of Miracle Mess, and cum tastes like pure candy."

"Crème brûlée," Brooke said.

"Vanilla custard soft serve," Allison said. "I swore she was lying. I thought it was impossible. Boy, was I wrong!"

"You tasted it?"

"A lot. We had to make sure. I mean, nobody else has ever had this chance. It's a fucking miracle. She's gonna do him again, and I'm gonna help. You don't mind, do you?"

He looked ill at ease. "Now, here?"

"Yeah. He's ready." She leaped in his lap. "We're making history, honey. I was the second. The second ever! Do I have the best sister or what!"

Brooke was on her knees beside me, her hand stroking me through my boxers. "You gonna help us change the world, Mike? Make blowjob believers out of women everywhere?"

"It really changes it?"

Allison shook her head. "No. The cum is the same. I mean, well not exactly the same. There's a lot more of it after you take a dose of Phoenix. But to us, it tastes different. You explain it, Nate. It's sciency stuff."

Sciency. Cute. "Three ingredients, one of which I only discovered a year ago. I think the most important one. It blocks the receptors on the taste buds. Lots of taste buds, you know, sweet, sour, salty, bitter, and umami. Sweet and umami are the only pleasant ones. This blocks the salt, and converts the sour and bitter to sweet."

He looked confused. "So it changes the taste?"

"After they take it, for a couple of hours, the only things they can taste are the sweet and umami, which I guess is kind of like meaty or milky. Some say savory."

Brooke was being evil, and she had pulled my cock out of my fly, and was nibbling on it. Mike looked stunned, watching her. Allison gave him a quick kiss. "I'll do you next, honey. You'll see."

She walked over on her knees, and Brooke took me out of her mouth, aiming my cock toward her sister. Allison didn't hesitate to take it in her mouth. Brooke leaned in and licked the base of my shaft.

I looked up and Mike was moving his chair for a better view. "That's your fourth?" he asked.

I nodded. "I'm not sure I needed the extra help with these two." I was glad to see there was no anger, disgust or any other negative feeling. What I saw was curiosity, and maybe a little excitement. I was able to relax a bit.

He shook his head in wonder. "When did you guys start?"

"About two hours ago," I said. After getting the first three out of the way in a hurry, I was enjoying this one.

Brooke backed off. "Mike? Be a dear, and get the two snacks off the bed-stand in my bedroom, would you?"

He nodded, still looking dazed. He returned after a minute and walked over to the girls. Brooke took hers, and ate it. Allison looked up, her mouth full of cock, and put out her hand. Mike gave her the cracker, and she released me with a pop. "Thanks, baby. You're the best. Why don't you get comfortable? You're getting your own treat in a minute. And I'm swallowing."

Brooke reached out and placed her hand on his thigh. "A bottle of water? From the fridge. Please?"

He nodded, and when he got back the girls had switched off, with Brooke doing the sucking, her sister doing the base licking. My wife pulled away and accepted the water. While she was taking a long drink, Allison didn't waste any time taking her place hoovering my cock.

I was beginning to feel really good. Not close yet, but on my way there.

Allison took the water bottle, and had a long drink. Around that time, Brooke decided that the boxers were overkill and she tugged them off of me. The girls giggled, foreheads bumping, mouths vying for the right to suck me. Lips pressing against my cock head, and against each other.

Mike groaned, and I saw he had stripped down to his shorts, and was stroking himself. Nope, didn't look like he'd be a problem. Thank God. Girls were messing with fire.

Brooke won, and Allison leaned over, nipping her on the shoulder. "Meanie! You get it all the time."

Brooke didn't reply, just sucked me harder.

I watched Allison pop up and run over to her husband. "Don't come. Don't you dare come! That's mine. We get to see if it's different with a different man."

The word 'we' struck me.

Allison gave her husband a big kiss, and swatted his hand away from his cock. "Patience," she said. She skipped back to us, as cute as could be, and Brooke relinquished her position, allowing Allison free rein.

My wife hopped up on the couch next to me, nibbling my neck. "Baby?"

"Mmmhmm?" I replied nervously.

Her lips caressed my ear. "I'm not going to blow him, but can I have a taste? To see if it's different?"

"How?" I asked, curious how she wanted to do that.

"From Allison, of course. I won't even touch his thingy if you don't want me to."

"Do you want to?"

She shook her head. "No. Not really, but I want to taste it, if it's Ok. I have to know."

"Spell your sister," I told her.

She gave me a quick kiss, then got back on the floor, giggling as she dislodged Allison.

"Greedy!" Allison whined.

I grabbed her arm. "Up here a sec, gorgeous."

She grinned at me, and climbed on the couch, giving me a kiss. "What's up, Dr. Handsome?"

"She wants a taste of your husband. Did you two already arrange this?"

She blushed, looking across the way. "Not from the source. I'll hold it in my mouth, and give her some."


She gave me a poke. "It's not like, Nate! It's an experiment. Science. We're the first. The first to do it once, and the first to see if two men are different. Historic. You're not going to deny her that, are you?"

Brooke had turned things up a notch, and I was finding it harder to maintain a conversation.

"No sucking?"

She shook her head. "Of course not. He's only a, what do you call it? A subject. You're the inventor. The baseline. Everything's compared to you."

"You're Ok with that?" I said, moaning a little afterward.

She grinned. "Ok? Ecstatic. This is the coolest thing ever. Candy cum. And you did it. You made it all possible."

She kissed me, big, curling my toes, even distracting me from Brooke's efforts. When she was done, she nibbled my lips. "Gettin' close?"

"Uh-huh," I gasped.

"Can I finish you?"

"Share," I managed to say. "Like with him."

"Sure. That would be cool. Practice." She kissed me again, then knelt at my side, whispering in my wife's ear.

Brooke lifted off, giving me a momentary respite, before Allison took over, with a vengeance. My wife rose up, and gave me a quick kiss. "Thank you. I promise you won't regret it. I promise."

"You're welcome. You know I love you, right?"

She grinned. "Do I ever! God, you're so damn good to me." Another quick kiss, and she was back helping her sister.

Less than 30 seconds later, I was ready. "Time," I warned Allison.

She picked up the pace, stroking my cock, head bobbing up and down. With a groan, I felt the pressure peak, and I let go, firing into her hot little mouth.

When I finished, Allison carefully pulled off my messy cock. Brooke took a moment to clean me up, then she lifted her face to her sister, who was waiting patiently, mouth closed, naughty little smile blessing her features.

The girls leaned toward each other, and their mouths connected. Stayed that way. A long time. I heard a groan from across the room, but couldn't spare the brain cells to think about it. I was in heaven. Both the sisters' eyes were closed, and I couldn't tear mine away. They finally pulled apart, grinning at each other, lips wet, mouths sealed. I saw Allison swallow first. "A lot."

Brooke waited a few more seconds, closed her eyes, and tilted her head back. Swallowed deeply. "Yeah. Hard to believe it's number four."

Allison nodded. "The same?"

"Pretty much. Maybe a little stronger than the last one. You think?"

"No difference for me."

"You gotta try what I did. Tilt back and let it coat the back of your tongue, it tastes different, stronger."

"Better?" Allison asked.

"No. Maybe. Definitely different."

I spoke up. "The back of the tongue, I think is where the bitter taste-buds are most prevalent. You should try the sides, where salt and sour are heaviest. The salt may not make a difference, since they're blocked, the others are converted."

"Oh," Allison said. "That's good to know. Anything else?"

"The soft palate on the top back. It has tasted buds too. I'm not sure if any one type are more evident there."

"So the difference in the back, might be a different conversion, bitter to sweet, than the sides, sour to sweet?" Brook asked.

"I think so. I'm not an expert on taste-buds."

Allison laughed, climbing up and giving me a quick kiss. "You're our expert, buddy. Fuckin' genius!"

Not much of a genius, I thought. Little ol' brown man in Brazil was the real genius. I just put things together.

Allison got up, and started walking sexily across the room, then stopped cold. "Damn it, Mike!"

"Sorry," he said.

"Crap. I thought I told you not to come! That was mine!"

"I tried, but then... you kissed her."

"Oh, honey," Allison said, kneeling before him. "It wasn't really a kiss. Not like that. It was part of the experiment. Research. We had too." She reached up and pulled his briefs down, exposing a messy, soft dick.

"Long kiss," he said. "I... I could have lasted through a short one. I almost did."

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