Karen and Kimmy were identical twins. No one could tell them apart, sometimes not even their own parents. Sometimes, they couldn't tell themselves from one another.
They had a strong, intimate bond, these twins did, and they lived for awhile, in their own little sensual world, as they explored each other's personality, and their bodies, together. And then, one day, they got caught by their father. At first, they thought it was awful, because they knew he would punish them. But his punishment turned out to be a very nice surprise, and it almost became a way of life.
They decided to keep it from Mother. But murder will always out, and one day, Mother, too, caught them in the act of finding out what life was all about.
Again Karen and Kimmy lived under the dire threat of punishment, but only momentarily. There is more to love than sweet words, and more to promises than simple fulfillment.
Karen and Kimmy start to grow up in the best way possible, sharing the best of all possible worlds, and with a variety of experiences to enrich them. But not without a few hairy escapades that make them wonder if the learning is worth the effort. In the meantime, the madcap twins leave their own marks on their possessive parents, and they remain one happy, humpy family.
CHAPTER ONE
Karen and Kimmy were late for school. They had already missed the school bus, and Mr. James was impatiently tapping his feet in the kitchen doorway, waiting for his adorable twelve-year-old twins to finish their breakfast, so he could drive them on his way to work.
The twins were giggling and whispering to each other. Mr. James shook his head in wonder. He had never met two siblings who were as close to each other. They seemed to read each other's minds; each one always seemed to know where the other was; and when one was sick, the other almost invariably came down with the same illness.
They were a wonder! Again Mr. James shook his head. If they didn't hurry, he was going to be late for work himself, and that prospect, given his work load, didn't appeal to him.
"All right, kids, hurry up. We're all going to be late."
"Sorry, Daddy," said Kimmy. The only way Mr. James could tell the difference between the identical twins was that Karen talked with a slight lisp, and Kimmy had a dimple on the right side of her mouth, whereas Karen's dimple was on the left side of her mouth, slightly toward her gorgeous little chin.
Kimmy got up and stacked her breakfast dishes, and put them in the sink. Mr. James sighed as he watched the pre-teen's long, lithe legs as she leaned over, and rinsed the dishes out, preparatory to putting them in the dishwasher.
Karen followed suit, munching on the last of her toast, as she brought her dishes over. She merely handed them to Kimmy, who proceeded to rinse them out and put them in the dishwasher, next to her own.
Mr. and Mrs. James never did figure out how the twins divided their house chores. Mrs. James, far more practical than Mr. James insisted that they sat down together and planned it. They never quarreled about who was going to do what. Somehow or other it all seemed to get done, and the unspoken assumption was there before either parent was aware that they had decided on which chores each was going to do for the week.
"Maybe they're psychic," Mr. James muttered, walking down the hall to collect his briefcase and his hat. He put his hat on, hollered goodbye to his wife, who had gone upstairs to clean the bathrooms, and went out to the carport to start up the car.
The engine was idling when the twins, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and positively nubile, bounced down the front porch stairs, and got in, snuggling next to their father, as he put the car in gear and started away.
There was a brief pause, as the twins and their father peered through the passenger side of the door, to wave goodbye to the handsome blonde head of Mrs. James, peering out of the upstairs sitting room window, waving a smiling goodbye to her family.
Then they were off, the twins to another day in school, and Daddy to his office.
"And why can't you two get up on time?" he smiled over at them, his eyes glancing at their long, shapely thighs. They were getting more and more delicious-looking every day, and in some ways, Mr. James's reaction to their growing beauty and maturity was disturbing him. He was very attracted to his female flesh and blood, sitting beside him. Their very innocence turned him on!
"Well," said one of the twins-and Mr. James had still to figure out which-"we sort of stayed up late talking last night."
Aha! thought Mr. James. It was Karen, the adorable lisp betraying her. She was sitting with her profile toward him, so he couldn't discern the placement of her dimple.
"Well, why don't you get to bed at a decent hour?"
"Oh," said Kimmy, wide-eyed, looking up at her handsome, tall, lean father, "We did! We were in bed when we were supposed to be."
"We just sort of talked a lot."
"I think I'll talk to Mommy about giving you two separate rooms."
Both twins looked at him with consternation written all over their gorgeous faces.
"You wouldn't, Daddy, would you? I don't want to live without Karen."
"You wouldn't be living without her. You'd just be in a different room."
"But, Daddy, that's the same as living without each other," Kimmy interposed.
Mr. James chuckled, and pulled into the schoolyard, just as the bus was chugging up the long hill toward the school.
"There!" he exclaimed. "Just in time, and no thanks to either of you." He grinned at his gorgeous daughters.
"Thank you, Daddy," said Kimmy, putting her arms around her father, and leaning over Karen, who was sitting in the middle. Karen, rather than protesting being squashed like that, merely caressed her sister's back. The gesture was touching, and somehow, Mr. James thought, erotic. And he couldn't quite separate the element that gave the caress its sensual flavor. Again he was disturbed by his mixed emotions:
Kimmy kissed her father resoundingly on the cheek, a wet, arousing kiss, and then swung the car door open. Her dress hiked up over her thighs, revealing a good portion of their white, soft firmness. Mr. James felt his cock lurch in his trousers as he watched his daughter's white flesh gleaming in the early autumn sunshine. Karen reached up and .also kissed her father.
Mr. James, his hands still on the wheel, trembling slightly with his disturbance, felt her young tits pressing into his arm. He looked down at her, his lids slightly at half mast.
"So long, pet. Have a good day. See you at supper," he said, his voice husky with the emotions that were roiling in him.
The twins stood in the school yard, long limbed, their budding tits sprouting from their sweaters. They were dressed identically, not because Mr. and Mrs. James insisted on it, but because the children enjoyed doing it. He watched the sun slanting on their almost impossibly blonde heads. They smiled and waved at him, for all the world like two angels blessing his day.
Mr. James forced a smile, waved back and pulled out of the school yard to pursue his own daily course. He didn't like the way he was feeling at all. His prick was at half mast, and it had been for some time. Of course, Mrs. James had frequently received the benefit of his almost-constant tumescence. It had taken him several weeks to figure out the cause of the disturbance.
Mr. James was a normal, red-blooded American middle-class citizen, and he had a normal, red-blooded American middle-class sexuality. There was no dearth of nookie in his life, from his occasional bouts with his secretary in the law firm where he worked, to his frequent escapades with his more-than-willing nubile, and still-young wife.
But lately he had been more aroused than usual, and it was only within the last week that he had discovered the source of his aroused sexuality. The source was his own daughters!
Every time he heard their voices laughing or talking, his heart jumped into his throat. Every time their blonde loveliness appeared before him, his ears buzzed. And every time they sat on his lap, or cuddled with him, or hugged and kissed him, his cock sprung to insistent and almost painful life.
He parked his car in the lot, and walked across the street to the glass and chrome building which housed his business, which he held with his partner, Stewart Simpson. He rode the elevator to the fifteenth floor, and walked off the elevator into the crimson and mahogany elegance of the reception room.
"Good morning, Mr. James," the receptionist smiled.
"Good morning, Jane," Mr. James said, in his "today is strictly business, all day," voice. His workers, who were very fond of him, were familiar with that voice. It meant that the papers were going to fly, and the "In" boxes were going to be emptied, and the "Out" boxes were going to get filled up with outgoing mail.
Far from being intimidated by it, his co-workers and employees were challenged and stimulated. Mr. James was an even-tempered, hard-driving lawyer, who knew his business well, and who never berated, and frequently gave bonuses when an exceptional amount of work was done and handed in on time. Today was going to be one of those days.
The receptionist buzzed his secretary. "Mary? He's going after the unfinished work today."
The squawk box returned a tinny response. "Oh, good! I'm sick of the papers piled up on my desk, and I'd love to get some filing done. I can't with all the pending files."
As Mr. James walked into the entrance office, which guarded his door from excessive callers, Mary was releasing the talk switch.
"Good morning, Mike," she said, going over to the coffee pot, to pour his morning cup of coffee."
"Good morning, Mary," Mr. James smiled, his eyes traveling to her magnificent cleavage. "Bring a cup of coffee for yourself, and the Bledsoe file. We have a long memorandum to get out to him. Call Jane and tell her to hold all calls for the morning. I'm in conference."
"Yes, sir," Mary chirped, pouring another cup of coffee for herself, and buzzing Jane. The requisite instructions having been given, Mary took her steno pad, and the Bledsoe file, and walked into Mr. James's office, balancing the two cups of coffee on the stiff cover of the steno pad.
She proffered the notebook with the cup of coffee on it, as if it were a serving tray, and Mike took the coffee "absently, and sipped at it. As usual, it was full-bodied and strong, exactly the way he liked it.
He tilted his chair back. "O.K. Now down to business." In the back of his mind, however, was the vision of his twins, their golden hair gleaming in the sunshine, throwing lights which shamed the sun itself. His hand surreptitiously rubbed his burgeoning crotch, and he winced.
"Tell the son of a bitch that in his separation agreement with his wife, he agreed to pay all her legal fees. Tell him that we are in preparation for the the final divorce decree, and his wife's last fee of fifteen hundred dollars is still not paid. Tell him he doesn't get his final papers, until we get a settlement on that bill. O.K.?"
Mary, taking notes, looked up and nodded at him, smiling. Mary was a superb secretary, and it was not unusual for Mr. James to give her instructions like that, leaving it to her good taste, and sharp business sense to phrase the letter exactly right.
"Now, for the mail," said Mr. James, going? through the pile which had been stacked neatly on his blotter, in order of importance, the minor stuff first, the more important, time-consuming stuff at the bottom.
One by one, he disposed rapidly of the large pile, throwing much of it away, and giving Mary instructions for the rest of it, occasionally dictating one of the more complicated letters or briefs for her transcription.
While she was typing the first batch of letters and briefs, Mike James held a hurried conference with his partner, and settled the pre-trial arrangements for a car accident case. Then he held a mini-meeting with the other lawyers in the firm, going over their cases, in most cases, simply nodding at their proposed plans of action, and the current status, occasionally making suggestions in a mild tone which was neither threatening nor demeaning, but which helped guide the young laywers in their processing of the details of the law.
The secretaries in the typing pool soon found themselves galvanized to action by the various lawyers, as they put into effect the suggestions of Mr. James, and also got spill-over work from Mary who was also de facto office manager.
The receptionist found herself typing envelopes for a form letter to go out with regard to a large corporation meeting, which was going public, and Stewart Simpson found himself closeted with his secretary, while he dictated a lengthy memorandum to her, following up the results of his meeting with his brilliant and very effective partner with respect to the car accident case.
And all the while, Mr. James surreptitiously rubbed his aching cock, and he could not rid his brain of the vision of his lovely, nubile daughters, whom he loved almost more than life itself, and whom he had now fixated on with such passionate intensity.
He leaned back in his chair, and put his legs up on the desk, an attitude he frequently took when he was thinking, or just easing off from the tension he managed to build in his prospering law firm. The process was slightly awkward, given the size of his hard-on, and he winced as he leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes. He folded his hands on his lean, washboard belly and thought.
What was wrong with him? It was not natural for a father to feel about his children the way he felt about his. Granted, his kids were almost not natural. They were incredibly beautiful, and often he and his wife would just stare at them in awe. They were exceptionally bright in school, and were the darlings of their set. The teachers adored them, their little friends adored them, and they adored each other.
It was almost too good to be true. And since they started to approach puberty, they were even more delectable. Mr. James recalled the times he had bristled, and his pride soared, as he watched the men and even women, do double-takes, when he walked with his gorgeous twin daughters. He would watch their mouths open, and their jaws drop as they stared at his golden-haired little goddesses.
Vaguely, through his intense reverie, he could hear the bright clatter of the busy office, as his workers typed, dictated, and issued orders, in usually cheerful, bright voices, filled with energy and pleasantness. The orderly hum of constructive work going on around him, brought him to himself.
He sat up, put his feet back on the floor, and slammed his desk as heartily as he could. "Well, enough of this gloom. What I need is a good lunch."
And a cocktail, he thought to himself, as he stood up, stretched his long, handsome limbs, and put on his suit jacket. He walked down the hall, to his partner's office.
"Lunch, Stew?" he hollered. Stewart's secretary opened the door, and Mike James walked into his the office of his friend and colleague. Stew was putting on his suit jacket.
"O.K., Irene," he said, shucking the jacket onto his wide, burly shoulders. Irene came over, and fixed the collar of the jacket for him. "You can type that up, if you will. Correct my grammar, and check out the citations for me, huh, love?"
"Yes, Mr. Simpson," Irene said with a dimpled smile. Stew and Mike headed for an Italian restaurant which was located on the corner of the street where the office building was located.
"I could use a stiff drink!" Mike exclaimed, as they were ushered to their table by the waitress.
"Man, so could I. Boy, Mike, you do get the work done when you go into overdrive. What brought it on this time?"
"Too much paper hanging around on too many desks," Mike grinned, ordering a double scotch on the rocks from the waitress. Stew ordered a very dry martini.
"Watch out for those. You won't get any work done this afternoon," Mike grinned.
"The work's all done, thanks to the friendly whip-cracker here," grinned Stew. "This afternoon is pure mop-up campaign, proofreading, getting docket numbers, and putting my signature on the bottom of everything."
"What say we give the workers Friday afternoon off?" Mike suggested.
"Good idea, if nothing important comes in by then."
The men spent the rest of a long lunch, getting slightly stewed on alcohol, and talking business and family.
"How are those gorgeous daughters of yours?" Stew asked, into his third martini.
Mike James felt his cock jump again to stiff attention. The third scotch on which he was working didn't seem to help that perverse tumescence which he was suffering. He grinned, feeling the sweat bead on his back, and trickle down his spine.
"They're fine! They both won gold medals for composition this year, and they're doing fine in school."
Stew shook his head. 'They are almost too good to be true. Bright, beautiful, and really spunky!"
Mike nodded. "Yeah. I feel really gifted with them. They're a blessing to both of us."
"I'm sure," Stew said. At the moment, Mike James felt like the worst perjured liar who could ever hit a witness stand under oath. At the moment those gorgeous, innocent, beautiful, loving creatures felt like a curse, as he struggled with the monstrous man-meat throbbing in his crotch, hungry for the most forbidden fruit known to man, his own virginal daughters.
"Well," he said abruptly, "let's get back and finish up the work. Did you get a trial date for Forrester versus Lemsen?"
"Irene's doing that while we're getting soused," grinned Stew.
"Good girl, that secretary of yours."
"Yup," grinned Stew. "She sure is."
The men returned to work, to finish the monumental efforts started that morning by Mr. James.
And none of them would ever know, that it was sublimated sexuality, freighted with the most dire implications. The man was in love with his own daughters-both of them.
Karen and Kimmy got home from school at about three in the afternoon. They both ran out to say hello to their mother, have their afternoon snack, and then both of them ran to their room to study.
Their routine was such that you could almost set your watch by it, Mrs. James thought, going back to her ironing. She heard the little girls laughing and talking as they went up the stairs, and then into their room. She heard them shut the door,-and knew that they would be basically quiet until supper time.
Karen and Kimmy did study-each other. They had begun their studies when they were about ten years old, and they had assiduously pursued them ever since. They had no books with which to work, only their own young, growing, nubile bodies. But their instincts were accurate, and their imaginations boundless, and what they had learned would stand them in good stead for a lifetime.
"I want to play mouth-to-cunt," Kimmy husked, as she started to remove her clothes.
"No, I want to play Mommy-Daddy," Karen lisped, reaching out for Kimmy's top button on her blouse. Karen and Kimmy laughed, as they recalled the night they had caught their parents making love. It was one of the incitements that had turned them on to their own bodies.
"O.K. I'll be Mommy." With that sweet statement of surrender, Kimmy reached over to her sister, and wrapped her arms around her sister's sweet, swan-like neck, Karen moved her gorgeous face closer to her sister's, and tilted her head slightly to one side. Then she opened her moist, rosebud mouth slightly, and pressed it softly against the sweet rosebud mouth of her sister. Her tongue flicked into Kimmy's mouth, and their tongues wrestles passionately, as the got caught up in the game they were playing.
Kimmy swayed slightly, her incredibly beautiful body, almost a mirror of her sister's, pressing into her sister's arching groin. Karen reached up, her mouth still plastered moistly to Kimmy's, and began to unbutton her sweater-blouse. One by one the buttons parted company with the holes that held the sweater closed, until the sweater flopped open, revealing the burgeoning tits of her sister in all their glory.
When Kimmy felt the cool air hitting her bare skin, her arousal became more intense, and she reached up, still holding the kiss, and returned the favor, exposing her sister's silken-soft white skin to the air. Both sisters could feel their nipples pucker with excitement. Both sisters became so excited that little goose bumps rose on their skin, as their hands wandered softly inside the knitted fabric of their sweaters, and cupped their bras.
Slowly, almost like a sexual dance, their hands wandered around to their lovely, straight backs, to the hooks that held their bras in place. They unhooked the bras, and again their soft, long-fingered hands moved around, and up under the loosened cotton fabric that imprisoned their soft, burgeoning tits, and they cupped each other's breasts.
They moaned against each others' mouths as their breasts felt the soft contact of flesh on flesh. Their nipples puckered. Karen slowly removed Kimmy's sweater and slipped the bra straps down over her well-shaped, graceful arms, as Kimmy did the same to Karen. They stood there, nude from the waist up, looking for all the world, as their soft, lithe young bodies undulated against each other, like a sensuous Old World painting depicting the most carnal ecstasy.
Karen's hand slipped to the button on the waistband of Kimmy's skirt at exactly the same time as Kimmy's hand slipped to the button on the waistband of Karen's skirt. Then as their breathing increased sibillantly, they both heard the harsh rasp of zippers being pulled down over their metal tracks.
Their skirts slipped off their slender hips, leaving only their pants, their knee socks, and their loafers. Again Karen's hands reached out, and her long, slender fingers sensuously slipped under the elastic waistband of Kimmy's white silk panties, and she slipped them down to her thighs, as far as she could reach, while Kimmy was doing the same for Karen.
At that point, their kiss was broken, as they removed their panties, and kicked off their loafers. Their knee socks followed suit. Their clothes lay around them in soft, colorful little piles of fabric, as the two girls closed ranks again, and pressed their soft, perfectly formed bodies into each other, seeking the most intimate closeness with each other that they could.
They looked for all the world like a Cocteau line drawing, the curious sexually aroused nymphette, in love with her own image, and making love to it in a mirror, so closely did they resemble each other, as they pressed close to each other in naked sensual embrace.
Again their mouths closed over one another, and again, their hands sought out every inch of each other's body, extracting for themselves and each other the penultimate pleasure.
They could both feel their pussies creaming heavily. Their thighs were getting wet and sticky with their love juices as they flowed heavily from their love chutes, and trickled slowly down the soft sweet flesh of their inner thighs.
They sighed into each other's mouth, and their breasts became flatted against their chests, as they rubbed each other, tit to tit, feeling the rough cherry-like nipples come to puckered life under the pressure of a sister nipple. They rubbed and swayed against each other for a long time, their roaming hands bringing more goose bumps of pleasure to their soft, naked flesh, as they loved each other physically, seeking to fill each other with their love, and acceptance.
They were so similar it was almost frightening to watch them. Their movements as they swayed against each other, teasing the last measure of joy from each other's flesh were so similar that again it was like a little nymphette caught up in the spell of her own beauty in a mirror, making love to it, enamored of the youth, and the loveliness that was seen.
Their hands were now on each other's trembling haunches. The room began to reek of their love juices, and the walls echoed their heavy breathing as their passion and their desire grew.
Karen started walking Kimmy backward toward the bed. Her possessive mouth never left her sister's eager one, as they tongued each other to greater and greater heights of passion. Karen grabbed Kimmy by the shoulders, and pushed her gently onto the bed, breaking the kiss again. She had waited until she felt Kimmy's thighs hit the side of the bed, so she wouldn't fall and hurt herself.
Kimmy looked up at Karen, and held out her arms, smiling at her sister. Her sister fell on top of her, her lightly-downed, blonde pussy pressing into her sister's wildly creaming snatch. They loved each other intensely all the time, and couldn't bear to be parted from each other for any length of time. But when they made love, their passion for each other reached heights that few persons would understand.
The pressure of Karen's pussy against Kimmy's spread both their pussy lips apart, exposing their vibrating clitorises to the loving stimulation each had to offer the other. They moaned, as their lips met again in loving oral fucking. Their tongues flicked in and out of each other's mouth, as their pussies, swollen with their desire and their love for each other, pressed wetly into each other's soft, burgeoning flesh.
Karen undulated her hips in a circular motion on Kimmy's creaming snatch. Kimmy, feeling the lovely pressure of her beloved sister's pussy against hers, arched her hips up, further exposing her pink, wet, little girl meat to the tender pressure of Karen's humping quim.
Their bodies pressed into each other, seeking to cover every square inch of flesh available to their touch. Their probing hands roamed softly, sensuously all over each other's body. Their hands stroked side, and flank, and hair, and cheek in artful designs which caused their bodies to shiver with ecstasy.
Their tongues flicked with increasing tempo in and out of each other's mouth, and their moaning increased, as their passion grew to a white hot heat that threatened to consume them. They were like one body, writhing sensuously on the little bed, their limbs entwined, their swan-like arms roving up and down over every morsel of flesh they could reach.
They felt their orgasms rise like dawn in their lovely bodies, almost at the same time. Their moaning increased, and their undulating, sensual motions became more ardent, their mouths opened wider against each other, their hands became more eager, in their sensual contact. And their hips worked faster and faster, pussy pressed against pussy, as moistly and sweetly as their mouths were locked together. Their soft pink girl-meat pressed stickily together and their little girl genitals made wet, soft, sticky noises, as they drove each other to the peak of perfection.
Karen's arms reached around Kimmy's neck, and she squeezed her tightly as her slippery wet hot mound pressed with increasing fervor into her sister's snatch. They both felt the contractions in their sweet, virginal pussies at the same time, the lovely hard snatches at their entrails that send wild rhythms of pleasure rilling through their lovely, long-limbed bodies. Their bodies became taut with the pleasure flowing through them like so many volts of electric current shocking them with delicious ecstasy.
Even their moaning was cut off, as they both surrendered to the delirium of their mutual climaxes. Their very throats seemed to partake of the wild pleasure which rolled over them, causing their bodies to thrash around on the bed, in a wild sexual dance that disarranged the sheets, and disarranged their limbs in sexy patterns. Their very toes curled up with the pleasure as it crested like a frothy, foamy wave, and then they descended, slowly, into the sweat-soaked sheets, again finding their voices, and again moaning their delight into each other's mouths.
They kissed and kissed, teasing each other's mouth, their tongues tangling in sensual reminiscence of the pleasure that they had just given each other. Then Karen looked up. Their mouths were as moist with their shared saliva as their pussies were wet with their come. Karen smiled at her sister, who mirrored the smile in return. They kissed again affectionately, and slowly untangled their limbs, spent only for a little while, and got off the bed.
They went to their bathroom, and took a shower together, scrubbing each other's back, soaping each other off, their hands lingering in all their secret and not-so-secret parts, and then they got dressed, and sat down at their desk which they shared together, and did their homework together.
Mr. James was exhausted when he got home from work, more so than usual. Mrs. James had his scotch and water waiting for him. She usually prepared it about fifteen minutes before he was expected, and then put the drink in the refrigerator, which frosted the glass, and made the liquor even more refreshing.
It wasn't just the work that had exhausted him. He had to admit that getting through the pile of papers he had today usually invigorated him, gave him a satisfied feeling. Tonight, however, he was weighed down with the pressure of his conflicted feelings about his daughters, tortured by his sense of guilt and wrong-doing.
He kissed his wife affectionately, as she took his coat and hat. Then she went into the kitchen, to get his drink, and one for himself. This was the time that the James's usually spent together. It was a brief time, usually fifteen or twenty minutes, but the shared companionship was usually welcome.
Tonight, he wished that Karen and Kimmy were in the living room with him. They usually didn't come down until their mother called them for supper, leaving their parents to have their quiet time alone. Not that their parents insisted on it, but the children were exquisitely sensitive to the needs of others, one of the many traits that endeared them to so many people, and enjoyed their own little virtuous feeling of doing right by letting Mommy and Daddy have their brief moment of" intimacy before supper.
CHAPTER TWO
"Well, dear, how was your day?" Lisa James asked her husband.
"Busy," said Matt James, taking a deep swig of the scotch. He really didn't need it, not after the three he had for lunch, but his prick hammering at his father's conscience, wouldn't let him alone, and the liquor dulled the ache somewhat.
As he looked at his wife, he realized how much he loved her, and his home. He took another deep draught of the scotch, wondering how much of her life he didn't know. And he knew as he sat there, looking at her long-legged blonde beauty (the twins took after her), that she sure as hell didn't know that much about him! At least, not at this moment.
"What are the kids doing?" he asked, his prick perking up even more at his mentioning them.
"Oh, they're fine. Upstairs studying." Lisa James got up and finished her drink. Then she went over and kissed her husband moistly on his lips. "Gotta go," she said, taking his almost empty glass to refill it. "Lasagna for supper, and I have to check it. I'll bring you another, O.K.?"
Matt smiled at his wife, and leaned back in the easy chair. Pretty soon, he heard the tinkling of ice in a glass, and knew that Lisa was bringing him another drink, and the evening paper.
The guilt riding through Matt was riotous, almost as riotous as his cock. Devoted wife, loving children who never gave him a moment's trouble, and here he was, lost in a sea of libidinous desire for their very bodies. He tackled the second scotch with a grim determination.
If Matt could be thankful for anything, he thought, it was that he held his liquor well. He heard Lisa call the twins for supper, and smelled the warm spicy food as she set it on the table. He heard the twins come chattering down the stairs for supper, and downed the last of his drink.
"Matt, hon, supper's on."
"Coming!" The hearty voice with which Matt had answered his wife, was far from the truth of what he was feeling. Supper was the usual pleasant affair, and after supper, he settled down to watching television, and getting really soused-not drunk enough to be out of control of himself, but he did manage to get a buzz going and to keep it going.
The twins finally got up and kissed their mother and father goodnight. They always did that, thought Matt, again amazed. Mr. and Mrs. James never had to nag those kids to go to bed. They seemed to know at just what time it was expected of them, and they went.
Through his alcoholic haze, he decided again that they were too good to be true. Most of his friends, with children their ages, had all sorts of discipline problems. Not Matt and Lisa! Unreal! He checked his thinking, and decided to go to bed early himself. He didn't like the sarcastic tone his mind was taking. He'd sleep on it, and decide what to do in the morning, and something had to be done. He couldn't stand this torture any more.
About half an hour after the twins had gone to bed, Matt kissed his wife goodnight.
"You must be tired, to go to bed so early, hon," she said, kissing him lingeringly on his lips.
"You better believe. And I have a court date tomorrow morning early."
"What time do you want to get up?"
"About six-thirty. I should be in the office by about seven-thirty to go over the testimony with the witnesses." He smiled, and tapped his wife gently on her perfectly straight, beautiful nose. "Don't make breakfast. Mary will have coffee for the lot of us."
"O.K., dear. I'll set the alarm when I go up. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Lisa," said Matt, looking at her a long time before leaving the room, almost as if it would be for the last time.
It didn't take long, thanks to the liquor, for Mr. James to get to sleep. He was almost asleep before his head hit the pillow.
He started to dream. In his dream, his two golden goddesses were naked, and they had come into his room, and lain, one on each side of him. They were caressing him from head to food. Karen was kissing him, her soft golden hair flowing down over his trembling cheek. Matt broke out in a sweat. He felt Kimmy's golden muff pressing against his thigh, as she sucked on one of his nipples. She left a streak of saliva from one nipple to the other, as she tongued her way across his chest, to suck on his other nipple. Mike felt his cock lurch violently, as Kimmy's tongue drove lightning like flashes of pleasure and lust through his body.
Matt opened his mouth, feeling his desire melt his body. All his juices were running, the way rivers and streams run swollen in the first thaw of spring. His mouth was filling with saliva, like a well, and Karen was drinking it. Her tongue paddled around in his moist mouth, her soft tongue leaving flames behind where she touched his tongue, the roof of his mouth. Even his teeth were on fire, as Karen ran her tongue tenderly over the tips of them.
Matt moaned, as he felt Kimmy's tongue run down the center of his belly, where there was a fine line of soft black hair which feathered out into the thick bush of his pubes. She was matting the hair on his chest and belly, dipping her tongue into his belly button, and then running down his abdomen, licking tentatively at the edge of his pubic forest.
Again the tree of his manhood lurched, growing larger, the impassioned purple of its mushroom-shaped head seeking to reach the ceiling. Matt groaned as the ache in his cock became a roaring agony of desire, needing to be released. He felt Kimmy's mouth run through his pubic underbrush, and then lick the base of his cock. Again the shaft took a lurch upward. Matt could feel it pounding fiercely against the tight confines of his skin, almost seeking to break its fleshy prison. Kimmy's tongue, wetly laving the throbbing shaft of his cock, did little to assuage the pain, or put out the fire that was raging there.
And the knowledge that he was having carnal relations with his daughters, far from dampening his ardor, only served to intensify it. He moaned, long and deep against Karen's still eager mouth, as she flicked her tongue around and around his mouth. His own tongue found its way into the warm, wet, sweet cavern of her mouth, and he felt Karen squealing against his tongue, which she was sucking on, the way a child sucks on a popsicle.
Their tongues wrestled furiously, as Kimmy's ever advancing mouth came to the head of his cock, which was drooling pre-come juices copiously. His hips arched up wildly, violently, as Kimmy's sweet little mouth popped over his cock head, covering it in a wet, sucking nest.
Kimmy moaned against the tip of his velvet-soft cock head, sending another spicy thrill of sexual agony rippling through him. He could feel the muscles in his belly contracting into a steel washboard, as his pleasure built. The fire in his cock was spreading, traveling from the tip of his spine, all the way up to his head. He was having trouble catching his breath, as if the roaring, sexual conflagration running through him were consuming all his oxygen. Karen's mouth was warm, insistent, and sensual on his gasping one. Kimmy's mouth on his cock was causing his balls to churn, to contract painfully, as the come boiled in them. The pressure in his balls was increasing, and he knew he was going to come fast and impetuously in his little daughter's mouth.
Kimmy's mouth started its long descent down his massive, ten-inch pulsing peter. Each inch she covered with her saliva-dripping mouth felt like another inch consumed with liquid fire. Her tongue was incredible agile as it flicked over his piss slit, and ran softly down his shaft bobbing up and down, trying to take more and more of it into her little twelve-year-old mouth. Two inches, three inches, four....
Matt shut his eyes tightly, the laugh lines in the corner becoming deeper as he squeezed them tight against the fire growing in his brain. He felt as if he were being consumed alive by his passion. He had lost his mind, and his cock had gained one. Alive and eager, it throbbed in Kimmy's little-girl mouth. She had the instincts of a seasoned pro, his daughter did, and Karen's tonguing of his mouth was driving him to distraction as well. He felt as if her mouth were glued to his; as if their two mouths had become one. All his hunger for their juicy virginal twats, all his thirst for carnal knowledge of his golden tressed twins, was being assuaged, in the fires they were lighting throughout his body.
Karen's little fingers had taken up where Kimmy's mouth had left off; she was kneading first one nipple, and then the other between her thumb and forefinger. Matt felt the fire reach his nipples, and they puckered, shriveled under the exquisite ecstasy that his daughters' flesh against his flesh was giving him.
Matt felt the tip of his drooling dork hit the back of his daughter's mouth. He gasped, as she continued sucking more and more of his massive mauler down her throat. She hadn't even gagged. He could feel Kimmy's glottal muscles working non-stop against the throbbing fiery flesh of his enormous schlong, sucking the come up out of the balls.
He could feel the white-hot liquid of his manhood bubbling in his testicles, roiling up the shaft. He was going to come before Kimmy had even reached the base of his cock, and the very thought that she might swallow all of his cock sent the first jet of his come flying through his shaft, exploding from the piss slit, into Kimmy's ardently sucking mouth. .
Kimmy opened her eyes wide in surprise, as she felt the first strong splash of her father's come against the back of her mouth. In her shock, and in the pleasure the spewing spunk gave her, she pushed more of her father's cock into her throat. Again she felt a gush of scum pouring down her eager throat. The taste in her mouth was warm and musky, with a slight after-taste of salt, as wad after wad of man come filled her throat, and traveled down to her trembling belly.
She swallowed frantically, trying to suck up every single drop of the massive load her father was spewing into her. Karen's tongue was making soft frantic fucking motions into Matt's mouth now, and her little thumb and forefinger, like a flint, was striking sparks of pleasure from Matt's nipples.
Matt's hips arched up as his daughter's mouth rammed down, eagerly over his cock. Incredibly, she now had all but two inches of his cock jammed into her mouth. His hand came down on top of the silky blonde richness of his daughter's head, and he pressed her head down, suddenly greedy for all of her mouth. He wanted his cock rammed into her belly.
As another steaming gush of sperm filled Kimmy's mouth, Kimmy, beside herself now, with the pleasure of her father's liquid maleness, slammed down to the very base of her father's cock. Her head bobbed up and down, her soft lips pressing down into her father's pubic bush, matting it with her saliva, mixed with his come which poured out of her mouth. For all her swallowing, there was just too much gism for her little mouth to cope with, not that Matt minded he had never been sucked off like that, not even by his own wife, who was a masterful cocksucker!
His head pressed back into the pillow, Karen's mouth following his wide-open one, not wanting to let go of her father's beloved lips. Her little tongue was still humping hotly in and out of his mouth, tangling with his tongue, teasing him, driving him to a more intense sexual frenzy than he had ever known in his life.
With one last, violent hump upward, he gushed the last of his gism down his daughter's throat. She kept sucking on his cock, until lack of breath caused her to slowly withdraw. Matt's cock was still semi-hard, as her mouth revealed more and more of his shaft, red and pulsing with passion, and gleaming with her saliva and his spunk. The very forbidden combination of father-daughter, and saliva-spunk was incredibly erotic to Matt, and he felt his cock, still hungry and eager, lurch again, to renewed vigor.
The golden-haired twins, their white, clean-cut, and nubile bodies gleaming whitely against his darker, male, hairy one, were writhing all over him, covering him with the velvety softness of their skin, which was wet with sex sweat.
Matt groaned, his head tossing from side to side on the pillow, which was wet with his sweat and his passion. His middle suddenly seemed to fold up like an accordion, and he jerked to vertical position in the bed, panting heavily.
The room was dark, a dim light coming from the hall spreading a golden, eerie glow over the dark masses of furniture, and catching on the sheen of sweat covering his golden flesh. He had had a wet dream.
He turned to look at the digital clock on the night table. He had only been asleep about an hour. He threw his legs over the side of the bed, and put a robe on his nakedness, to go to the bathroom.
When he came back, he leaned over the railing on the second floor landing. He could tell from the sounds emanating from the television set that his wife was watching some tear jerker on the Late Late Show. He grinned.
His wife, his practical, thrifty, down-to-earth wife loved tear-jerkers. She was probably down there, nursing a highball, and soaking a handkerchief.
He had a sudden, aching need to look in on his golden goddesses. His cock was still lurching at half mast. The flooding relief of his wet dream had not satisfied his longing for the virginal twats of his twins. He walked across the hall to their closed door. He listened at the door for awhile, and heard nothing. By now, they were probably asleep. That would give him leisure to fill his eyes with their incredible beauty before he went back to bed again.
His head was still buzzing with the alcohol he had consumed and his growing excitement only added to the inebriation he was feeling. He put his hand softly on the doorknob, and slowly opened the door to their bedroom. Again, the door partially cracked, he listened. He could hear their breathing, he thought, and his cock lurched to wild attention as he thought of stealing in while they were sleeping to fill his eyes with the sight of them in all their vulnerable youth.
He opened the door a little more, revealing the little beds, which stood side by side on the far wall. On their dresser, a dim night light was burning. The bed closest to his vision as the door opened was empty! His confused brain too awhile to register the fact, and then he opened the door a little more, shocked.
What he saw on the other bed caused shock waves to roar through his already inebriated brain, sending him sky-high. He didn't know if it were shock, disbelief, relief, or just plain erotic sensation which caused his emotion.
His daughters lay on one of the twin beds, on top of the sheets. They were nude. They were lying in each other's arms, their soft, white limbs a sensual fleshy tangle that sent Matt's already inflamed cock back into roaring, fiery life.
Their breasts and twats were pressed tightly together. One of the twins, and Matt couldn't figure out which one, had her thigh over the thigh of her sister. The sight so filled Matt with passion, that he reeled out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He was dizzy with confusion. Had they been...?
Matt couldn't finish the thought. Matt couldn't remember if his wife had ever said anything about their sleeping habits. He thought they were too young, or too old, to be sleeping naked, and he couldn't sort out in his fevered brain, which quality made it wrong for them to be sleeping nude. And why were they sleeping together like that?
Matt recalled their drive to work in the morning, the sense he had as the twins caressed each other, that there was something erotic in their familiarity, their intimacy. And then he had thought that perhaps he was investing their childish, innocent love for each other with his own growing lust for them.
He was frightened, and he felt lost, and he didn't know what to do, or how to prove whether or not they were engaged in sexual activities with each other. He staggered back to bed, and fell on it. His desire to escape the inescapable caused him to fall asleep immediately. He was so lost in sleep that he didn't hear his wife come into the room, nor did he sense her soft, warm body beside his, as she cuddled into him, kissed his bare shoulder, and fell asleep beside him. He was dead to the world. And for the moment, dead also to the growing pain of lust gnawing at his vitals.
He awoke, startled, as the alarm went off. As he dressed, yesterday's thoughts and experiences came clearly to his mind again, and with them, the same libidinous hunger. He straightened his tie in the mirror, and went over to kiss his wife goodbye. She was warm, her sweet body fragrant with sleep. She murmured softly, and threw one arm loosely over his neck, nuzzling into his cheek as he pressed his lips to hers. Almost absently, he ran one hand over her breasts, and even half asleep, her nipples responded to his caress.
It didn't help his cock to feel his desire assaulted on two fronts at the same time. His wife was truly beautiful, and as Matt stood looking down at her, nestling again into the pillows, he knew she truly loved him as he loved her.
A deep frown creasing his normally placid brow, Mike walked down the hall. He stopped outside the twins' room for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest, and his cock throbbing against his thigh. He opened the door. They lay, two nude models straight out of Boticcelli, still embraced on the bed.
He closed the door quietly, and went down the stairs, and out into the dewy autumn morning. There was a full day ahead, an exciting case to try, and that would keep him busy for awhile. As he put the car in gear and drove away from the house, however, a growing need became a determination. He was definitely going to find out what was going on between the twins.
And, his lust making him primevally fierce, he decided that if they were indeed engaged in sexual relations with each other, that his cock was going to be assuaged of its hot hunger. If they were old enough to make love to each other, they were old enough to make love to him!
His foot pressed down on the gas pedal, and the car speeded toward its destination. The sooner his legal business was finished, the sooner he would be able to pursue the business closest to his heart. To consummate the love he felt for his virginal golden goddesses, to truly possess them in the most intimate way known to man.
CHAPTER THREE
The case had been won, which was par for the course, in Mike James's legal life. He got back to the office, grinning, swinging his briefcase, and the receptionist got on the intercom to notify everyone that it had been another successful day.
When he got into his office, Mary was right there, with a cup of coffee. "It should be champagne," she grinned at him.
He smiled back at her, and sipped the strong, rich brew. Then he picked up the phone to dial his wife.
"Hi, honey," he heard her bright voice chirp over the phone. "How did it go?"
"Fine. We won of course, which means I'll be bringing home some more bread. We'll get a good fee for this one. Want something special?"
"You'll do fine, all by yourself," Lisa husked over the phone. Mike winced.
"Listen, honey, I'll be home early."
"Good," Lisa exclaimed. "We have a dinner party Friday night, and I wanted to go shopping tonight, if possible. The shopping mall won't be so crowded. Can you and the twins manage by yourself? Mildred has the car for the night, because John is in Milwaukee, and we sort of thought we'd make a night of it, you know, shopping, and then dinner at that nice Chinese Restaurant they just opened...?"
Mike's face flushed. Tonight would be the perfect night to fulfill his ambition. He hadn't expected to have the opportunity so soon. The smile on his face was almost fiendish as he said, "Don't worry about it, sweetheart. Take the night off, and have a ball. The twins and I will do fine. I'll be home in about an hour. What time do they usually get home from school?"
"Oh, they'll be home in a few minutes. I'll fix them a snack, and then they usually study until suppertime. They won't be any bother. I'll take some steaks out of the freezer. Is that all right?"
"That will be fine, Lisa. I'll see you when you get home."
"Thanks, darling, see you later," Lisa said, and she hung up. Mike threw a few papers into his briefcase, and went to the outer office.
"Mary, darling," he said, going up to her and planting a wild kiss on her mouth, as she looked up at him, inquiringly, "take the rest of the day off."
He flew out the door, and down to the parking lot, got into his car, and drove home, for all the world like a hot rodder dragging for beers on a Saturday night.
He pulled into the carport, and parked the car, and went into the house, quietly. Everything was in order, the steaks sitting on the sideboard, the grilling pan on top of the stove. Lisa had tossed a salad, and the dressing stood, already mixed in a cruet in the refrigerator. Mike also discovered a bowl of potatoes and onions all mixed, and ready for home-frying.
Mike went to the liquor cupboard, and mixed himself a stiff scotch and water, and downed it quickly. Then he poured himself another, seeking to dull the conflict which still tore him apart inside. Paramount in his mind was his cock which had assumed mastery of any morality he might have had at his command to dissuade him from his lewd intent.
There was no sound coming from the twins' bedroom as Mike crept up the stairs like a panther in heat and seeking prey. There were no compunctions to stop him from putting his hand on the door behind which his treasure lay. There was nothing left, as the liquor inflamed his brain, as his cock demanded release in its proper object of desire, but his lust for his daughters.
And he was going to have them!
Karen and Kimmy were sixty-nining. They were so intent on their pleasure, so absorbed in each other's soft, sweet flesh, and the love they were giving each other, that they didn't hear the door open.
They were lying head-to-heel, their mouths plastered, wide-open on each other's cunt. Mike stood in the wide-open door, his senses reeling from the sight in front of him. His eyes lit with the lust raging like a wild lion through his long, lean, powerful body.
He closed the door after him, not too subtlely. He knew the twins were too far gone to hear him. Then he leaned, like the raging lion he was, and watched his prey playing. He smiled a long, slow, easy smile, one corner of his lip twisting up higher than the other. He hooked his hands into the waist of his trousers. His burgeoning cock made a tent of the cloth around his loin, and for the first time since he became aware of it, he enjoyed the ache, knowing that soon, very soon, it would be eased in the virginal cunts and the sweet, innocent mouths of his desirable daughters.
Karen and Kimmy were moaning, their bodies writhing against each other, their hips making slow, humping motions against each other's mouth. Karen's tongue had found Kimmy's clit, and she was slowly teasing it, circling it with the tip of her tongue, inflaming it beyond all endurance.
Against her own swollen pussy lips, she could feel the warm, moist breath of her aroused sister, as she panted more and more quickly, feeling the heat rise in her loins.
Kimmy's mouth pressed, sucking against Karen's cunt. Her white, straight, even teeth found Karen's clitoris, and she bit. Karen squealed, locking her white, straight legs around Kimmy's head, drowning out all sound. Kimmy's thighs were also pressed tightly against the sides of Karen's head, as Karen sucked on Kimmy's cunt, and tongued her trembling clitty. Both of the little golden girls were going wild. Their bodies thrashed on the little bed, and they grasped each other more tightly in a copulatory embrace, as they drove each other over the edge of the delicious madness known as orgasm.
Karen was the first to feel the rills of pleasure coursing through her, melting her insides, inflaming her brain beyond all reason, and all desire to act rationally. She became a wild woman. The pressure of her tongue increased on her sister's clitoris, and she felt the first gush of her sister's liquid love, as Karen drove Kimmy up over the edge of her own orgasm.
Against her cunt, Kimmy's mouth drove hard, each thrust of her tongue causing another thrill of pleasure to run through her body, possessing it like a demon, and causing her to squeal wildly. Their limbs went amock among the sheets, as their orgasms took hold of them at approximately the same time.
Mike James watched his daughters engaged in lewd coupling, and quietly, with malicious but loving intent, he removed his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and removed that, shucking it to the floor. While the twins were squealing and writhing on the bed in the throes of their orgasms, Mike James calmly, but with trembling fingers unloosed the clasp of his belt, and then unzipped his fly. He pushed his trousers over his hips, and they, too fell in a heap on the floor.
His cock now bulged against his cotton jock shorts.. He removed his underwear, having some difficulty getting the elastic waistband down over his incredible dork.
In several movements, as smooth and swift as a tiger pouncing, he had removed his socks and shoes, and again he stood, in all his naked, priapic glory, watching the twins as their orgasmic glory faded slowly. For a long time they shivered with the after-shocks of their orgasm, moaning against each other's still dripping pussy. Mike couldn't wait for them to look up and discover him. Again, a lewd smile played across his flushed features.
The glow in his eyes increased, as he neared the end of his anguish. His daughters, he knew, would be well-greased and ready for action, and he was going to be an actor in the salacious scene so soon to be played out on the theater of their little bed. His cock bobbed lustfully, red and swollen with his passion. His chest heaved as he watched them, still locked in lewd embrace.
Then he chuckled, throatily, the laugh sounding like the distant rumble of thunder before a storm-a storm of passion.
Through their lust-soaked after-passion pleasure, the sound struck the girls like a whiplash. Karen raised her head, and her incredibly violet-blue eyes widened with fear and shock as she saw the priapic vision of her father, nude, his cock raging with lust, and standing straight out from his thick, dark, pubic bush, standing in front of them.
"K-Kimmy!" she husked, her breath almost gone with her terror. "L-look!"
Kimmy's head rose up from her sister's fragrant muff, and she gasped. "D-daddy, wh-what...?"
The tableau the three loving creatures, the two little virgins, and their magnificent stud of a father presented, was enough to cause Mike's cock to lurch even more heavily. He felt the pre-come oozing copiously from his piss slit. He remembered the dream he had had last night, as he slowly approached the bed, watching the awe-struck twins quail before his nearness.
"Daddy, wh-what are you doing here?" Mike could tell from the dimple that it was Kimmy who had spoken. Both girls had unwound their limbs from each other, and had crept up to the head of the bed. They were totally unself-conscious about their nudity, then-swollen pink pussy meat, which was exposed, their burgeoning breasts which trembled with their awe.
As Mike approached the bed, he realized that their fear did not stem from any fear they might have of punishment. They were both staring at his monstrous man-meat. As he came up to the side of the bed, he towered over them, his hands on his lean hips, his cock bobbing with the slightest movement of his body. He watched their widened eyes travel from his lust-soaked face down his long, lean, washboard belly, to his fully erect schlong, which was pointing threateningly at them.
"Do you two know what you're doing?" Mike husked, after a long silence, during which they all had time to take in each other's presence.
"We were loving each other, Daddy," Karen exclaimed, trembling. Mike smiled lewdly at the answer.
"Well, why can't I love you, too?"
Karen and Kimmy looked at each other, wonder growing in their faces, their young, beautiful faces.
"We thought you only loved Mommy," Kimmy explained. "We watched you one day."
Mike's right eyebrow tilted upward. "That wasn't very nice of you," he said.
"W-we didn't mean it. The door was open, and...."
"And there you were...!" Kimmy finished what her twin sister had started.
Mike sat down on the bed. His hand reached out tenderly, and he tweaked Karen's soft, incredibly round breast, which stood straight out like a velvet white melon on her lovely chest. Karen gasped, but did not pull away. She was staring at her handsome father, mesmerized by the glow in his eyes.
And if the truth were told, both girls had been very jealous of their mother, when they had watched their father making love to her. They had tried sticking their fingers up each other's cunt, and only succeeded in frustrating themselves. Somehow it wasn't the same as Daddy's cock, and it left their little cunts in a fury of frustration, because they knew their fingers were not enough.
Karen's" little pussy was creaming wildly, as she felt her father's hand palming her breast, first one and then the other. She started panting heavily.
"M-me, too, Daddy. I want to be loved, too!" Mike heard Kimmy exclaim. He turned to his twin daughter, smiling, and reached over to cup her lovely breasts, which were identical to her sister's.
"Ooooh, Daddy!" Kimmy exclaimed, her little legs splaying wider, and her feet beating a tattoo of pleasure on the rumpled bed. Karen had reached over, to examine her father's massive mauler. She put her little finger delicately on his piss slit, rubbing it around in the drops of pre-come which were forming steadily, and running down Mike's shaft. He felt his balls churn at the soft touch of his daughter's finger on the head of his cock.
Karen's instincts, he discovered, were excellent. Her little hand grasped the base of his cock, as he sat on the bed, teasing his daughter Kimmy's nipples to puckered perfection, and her mouth went down to his mushroom-shaped cock head. Her little tongue flicked out, touching the tip of his piss slit, licking up the drop of pre-come which had formed there.
She sat up, and licked her lips, tasting her father's gism.
"It tastes funny, Daddy. It's not like Kimmy's juice at all."
"That's because it's man juice, honey," Mike husked, reaching out with one hand and running his fingers through Karen's fine, blonde hair. "Why don't you do that again?"
Karen smiled at her gorgeous stud of a father, and willingly bent her head down to take the whole tip of his cock head into her mouth, this time. Mike gasped, his thumb and forefinger tightening around Kimmy's nipple, as he felt Karen's young, sweet mouth sucking on the velvet, soft, fiery head of his man-meat.
Mike could feel his first orgasm boiling in his balls, and he became weak with desire.
"Move over, honey, and let me lie down. I'm tired." His voice came in quick breathy pants, as the lust took over, causing his body to shake like a reed in the wind.
"Oh, poor Daddy," Karen husked, as the twins separated on the bed, to make room for their father in the middle. Kimmy's hands, as soon as Mike was horizontal on the bed, started roaming over his body. She ran her hands, fascinated, over his powerfully built pectorals, down over his lean, hard belly. Her hand rested for a moment, softly, on his left side, just above his belly button. He could feel a throbbing there, that she knew wasn't from his heart.
Curious, she ran her hands up to his left nipple. Yes, there it was, the beating of his heart. She pinched his nipple with her thumb and forefinger, and was rewarded for her gesture by feeling her father's nipple pucker under her touch.
Karen was stroking her father's head, running her hands through his still thick hair. Then her incredibly soft hands, with their feather-light touch ran, tickling, down his cheek, over his neck. Both twins were lying on their sides, their precious bodies pressed into their father's side. His huge cock, erect and standing straight up like a stone obelisk of mighty proportions, bobbed between them with a perverse life of its own. At the tip of his cock, the drops of pre-come formed and steadily dripped down, formed again, glowing pearly white in the fading afternoon light, and dripped down, matting his pubic bush with their sticky texture, as they pooled there.
Karen's hands ran down to Mike's other nipple, and, like her sister, she pinched it between her thumb and forefinger. Mike gasped, and his hips, with a life of their own which augmented the insistent life of his cock, arched up instinctively. Karen's face came down, and she buried it in the juncture where her father's trembling shoulders met his powerful bull-like neck. She stuck her tongue out, and ran it slowly over his shoulder, and up over his neck, until she reached the area right under his ear. Then she bit his earlobe softly, sending a quick shiver of excitement running through Mike.
Kimmy was now laving the other side of Mike's neck, her tongue running down over his neck to his shoulder. Then, she, too, curiously worked her way down to her father's throbbing pleasure hammer. She put her tongue out and flicked off the drop of pre-come which was beaded at the piss slit.
Again Mike gasped. He didn't know how long he could hold out with this kind of teasing, and yet, lustful as he felt for his daughters, his love held him back from any violent motions. Let them make their own way, feel around, familiarize themselves with the first male body they had touched in its tumescence. He decided he could do them a favor, and train them right sexually.
After all, the fathers in the Old Testament did it, why shouldn't he, and while he was thinking of it, before his brain melted with passion, who started the foolish stricture about incest?
Mike moaned, as Kimmy's tongue ran around and around the hot, mushroom shaped head of his cock.
His one desire now was to come gallons in his lovely daughter's mouth. He watched the lewd joining of Kimmy's rosebudy mouth on the head of his cock. As he watched, she started to bob up and down on it. Then she released it entirely.
"That feels good, Daddy. Can I do it some more?"
Mike almost came right then and there. "Y-you can do anything you want with it, Kimmy, except don't bite it too hard. It's sensitive."
"It is?" asked Kimmy.
"Uh hunh!" husked Mike. Kimmy took the base of the cock in her soft, white hand, and Mike winced as he watched his daughter, through eyes swimming with passion, as she examined his cock, running the fingers of her other hand across the surface of his shaft. "Such a pretty creature. It's almost alive," she cooed, settling herself across her father's trembling thighs.
Karen was biting her father's neck, in light, quick, stinging little nips, which raised goose bumps on Mike's skin. Then she bit his nipple, and Mike felt sparks of joyous fire spread through his loins. He had never struggled so hard to contain his explosion of spunk. He had to come in Kimmy's sweet little mouth, but it didn't look as if Kimmy were going to suck his cock for awhile. She was cupping his balls in her hand, tickling their boiling hot surface with her fingernail.
"Daddy, what are these?"
"They're balls, honey ... err, testicles."
"Testicles ... I like balls better, it's easier." Kimmy reached over, and licked them. Her wet little tongue roamed over the tight, sensitive surface of his balls feeling like the fluttering kiss of a butterfly. Then she ran her tongue up his shaft, following the path of the vein which stood out prominently, sending more and more blood to his engorged, over-eager cock.
Mike felt his balls contract wildly, sending a cramp shooting through his groin. He winced, and closed his eyes against the growing passion which was threatening to demolish him.
After what felt like a century, Kimmy's soft, exploring mouth reached the tip of his cock again. This time, she buried the whole head of his cock in her soft mouth, and began sucking on it. It was his wet dream come true, in the wildest way possible, and Mike moaned, humping his hips up into his daughter's soft, sweet mouth.
Kimmy felt more of her father's cock go into her mouth. She thought as she sucked on the tip of it, feeling it throb against the soft membrances of her warm orifice, that it should be all the way in, the way she had seen it all the way in her mother's cunt. She pushed down on it, and felt it jerk. She felt her father hump up into her mouth, lodging more of it in her throat. She almost felt like gagging, but as she swallowed some of the pre-come oozing from her father's piss slit, she realized that swallowing stopped the gag reflex. She sensed, from her father's motions, that he really wanted to put more of his cock into her mouth, so she bounced down a little more on his throbbing dick.
She was getting used to the hot throbbing meat stuffing her throat. And even if she couldn't breathe very well, the feeling of it pulsing against her glottal muscles was a strange, nice sensation. And anyway, it was her father's cock, and she loved her father more than anything in the world. She lost her jealousy for her mother.
As long as her, father was willing to share his manhood, she didn't mind if her mother got some, too. She had felt out when she watched her father fucking her mother. She moaned, and felt her father shiver. She opened her eyes a little and noticed that her father's eyes were closed. His face was a mask of lust, and Kimmy was very familiar with that look. She had seen a look similar to it on Karen's face, just before she was going to come.
She bounced up and down, going down farther and farther on her parent's cock, feeling the incredibly soft skin, in the incredibly hard, hot pole rubbing against her throat muscles. As she watched her father's face, her eyes took in Karen, who was now sucking on her father's nipples. The sight of her sister sharing in their passion, only turned Kimmy on even more. Her hand went down to her own suppurating snatch, and she began rubbing it. It didn't matter, in the heat of the moment, that she had had a monumental climax only a little while before. She wanted to come again. She wanted to see how her father, a man, came. Karen and Kimmy had not stayed to see the end of the copulation between their parents, and even though they knew how they climaxed, and assumed that all girls climaxed the same, they were not sure how a man came.
Kimmy's hand rubbing up and down her twat, assumed the same rhythm as her mouth, bouncing up and down on her father's tumescent fuck tool. Her father's breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and he was grunting now. Kimmy felt his cock lurch in her throat, getting even larger, and then she felt the first of her father's spunk washing her rippling throat, as she swallowed hard. She swallowed even harder, and more frantically, as she felt the juices pouring down her throat. She wanted to swallow all of them.
Her face got red from lack of breath, as she bounced up and down on her father's spewing cock, feeling his cock juices pouring down her throat, into her belly.
Her moans became a gurgling sound, as Mike's spunk poured down his daughter's throat in wave after wild wave. He was fucking her mouth, humping up frantically into her face. Karen's tongue and teeth on his nipples, first one and then the other, and Kimmy's mouth and tongue on his. cock had driven him virtually insane with pleasure.
"Arrgghghhh!" he shrieked, as his hips humped up violently, and his last wad spewed into his daughter's virginal throat. Kimmy kept sucking as Mike's cock slowly shrunk in her mouth. Finally it was small enough so that Kimmy could catch her breath. But she seemed reluctant to let the cock go.
Mike winced. His orgasm had made the tip of his cock incredibly sensitive. He reached down, and took Kimmy's chin gently in his hand, and pushed her away from his cock. She released the cock with a soft, squishing sound, and then she licked her lips. She smiled at her father.
-"Was that good, Daddy?"
"Was it good for you, honey?"
Kimmy's eyes widened at the question. She had become so absorbed in the sensation of her father's spunk spewing into her mouth, that she had stopped frigging herself, and she hadn't even missed the orgasm. But now that she had experienced her first mouthful of come, she needed to come more than ever.
Karen started running her mouth down over her father's belly. Mike felt her little hands reach greedily for his slightly spent, but still semi-erect penis. "Now it's my turn, Daddy."
"Uhh ... wait a little while till it grows as big as it was before, honey. Then it will be better."
"Oooohhhh...!" Karen moaned. I wanted to do that, too."
"You will! You will!" laughed Mike, easing out of the after-spasms of his incredible climax.
He looked at the two gorgeous golden goddesses, sprawled on the bed, Kimmy still lying over his thighs, and Karen lying across his belly.
He grinned lewdly at them. He knew what to do while his cock was recuperating from its massive ejaculation.
"Both of you lie down and spread your legs," he husked. The little girls looked at each other, and then at their father.
"How?" asked Kimmy.
"On your backs, with your knees bent up. Come on! I'll do something nice for you."
The girls positioned themselves on the bed, their heads on the pillow. Mike turned over on his stomach, and positioned himself farther down on the bed, toward the foot of it, his face close to their cunts. He started with Kimmy. Placing himself between her knees, he gently spread her thighs apart, and inhaled deeply of the soft, sweet fragrance of her cunt. She smelled so good, so young, and yet, there was an eagerness in the muskiness of the scent that sent new blood flowing through Mike's cock.
He opened his mouth, and covered his daughter's muff with it, breathing moistly on it.
Kimmy squealed, and her legs flew up in the air. "Ohhh, Daddy!" Karen turned on her side, smiling. She knew her turn was next, and then she could taste her father's cock, too. She winced as she felt her pussy muscles contract with the pleasure of watching her father's face pressed into her sister's twat.
She heard her father's mouth sucking wetly on her sister's cunt, and her own juices flowed copiously. She almost fainted with her desire. She moved farther down the bed, and ran her hands over her father's-muscled back. Her father moaned against Kimmy's muff, and Kimmy squealed again, flailing her legs in the air, as she felt her father's tongue reach out and make contact with her quivering clitoris. But her father's tongue was very different from Karen's.
She opened her eyes a little, just to see what was happening. She saw Karen stroking her father's back, her little hand running over her father's back, and then down over her father's buttocks. She had never seen an ass like her father's, high and round, and very, very muscular. His buttocks were quivering with pleasure as he felt Karen's hands roaming around his ass cheeks.
Then she gasped, and again her legs flailed in the air as her father's tongue slid wetly from her clitoris down her pussy lips, to her dripping hole. Kimmy gasped with awe, as she felt her father's tongue, which for the moment seemed to be almost as hard as his cock, pry into her little virginal hole. The feeling was like nothing she had ever felt before. Her father's wet tongue was stretching the entrance to her pussy, and sending wild shivers of hot pleasure running through her soft, little belly.
She started to moan wildly. Her head was tossing from side to side on the pillow, as her father's powerful tongue flicked in and out of her cunt in wet little soft motions that caused her pussy muscles to ripple incredibly. The rippling became hard contractions that thrilled through her, running up her love channel, and into her belly. There they spread like liquid fire and then rose to her throat, emanating as a scream of incredible ecstasy. Her whole body stiffened and trembled as the orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave.
Her father's tongue egged the orgasm on, higher and higher. His hands reached out and he clasped his daughter's haunches, to control her wild, spastic motions, as she came violently, her legs high in the air, kicking spastically, her body writhing all over the bed, and definitely out of her control. The orgasm was so intense, that Kimmy was almost out of her father's control, as he strove to maintain contact with her rapidly contracting and relaxing muff. He licked at her juices, sucking them all in, his tongue flicking rapidly, so as not to lose a single drop. For a little while, his passion for his daughter's copiously creaming cunt obliterated the feeling of Karen's hands roving over his body, and his buttocks.
But his cock was keeping tabs for him. It was slowly but surely throbbing to full erection again. Subliminally, he could feel it, and it showed itself in the actions of his tongue, which became heavier, more rapid. Kimmy screamed wildly, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head, with the last piercing shooting wave of ecstasy that rolled through her, lighting up her head with fireworks, and sending another wave of cream rolling down her love tunnel, and into her father's rapidly licking mouth.
Her body stiffened, vibrating with the shock waves of pleasure, and then relaxed. She was moaning softly, as she came down from her ecstasy, feeling her father's hands on her haunches, his mouth still wet and warm, covering her pussy. She had never felt so happy or so fulfilled in her life.
She knew she loved her sister more than anything in the world, more, even than her mother and father. But she suddenly became aware that there was another dimension to physical love, and only a man could supply it. She looked down, her lovely face coated with a sheen of sex sweat. Karen was looking at her lovingly, smiling, her hands still caressing her father's buttocks.
Her father removed his mouth, and looked up at his daughter. His chin was shining with her come juices. He looked at her, with an expression of concern on his face, and then grinned, noting her very delightful condition. He reached down, and planted a fatherly kiss on her sweet, lightly fuzzed muff, and then, turning on his side, he reached down and roughly grabbed his daughter Karen by the shoulders, pulling her up quickly to where her sister lay.
Karen squealed. She was used to his rough-housing. He loved to wrestle with them, and they did it frequently. Her father fell on top of her lithe, soft body, and pressed his mouth to her rosebud lips.
Karen's cunt creamed madly. Now it was her turn. Her turn to make love to her father. Her turn to love him in the best way she knew.
She was going to suck her father's cock!
CHAPTER FOUR
Karen wound her lovely arms around her father's heavy, muscled neck, as his tongue snaked into her soft sweet mouth. It was very different being kissed by her father like that. Kimmy had a beautiful mouth, and Karen, like Kimmy, was aware of the intense bond that existed between the twins. But being kissed by a man was entirely different from being kissed by a woman.
And although Karen knew she could never live without her sister, she, like Kimmy knew now that there was more to loving than two sisters expressing their affection for each other in the most intimate and intensely loving way possible.
A man in their lives definitely had to be considered. Behind Karen's contemplations were intimations of maturity, and Karen sensed this, too, as she looked up into her father's lust-soaked eyes, as their lips parted. She felt her father's heavy body writhing down on her soft, young, light one. She felt her father nestle between her legs, spreading them gently with his hands.
She gasped, as she felt her father's hot breath puffing against her hot, swollen pussy lips. Her clitoris vibrated with the hot moisture blowing from her father's mouth. She squealed, and her hips went out of control, arching up sharply, as she felt her father's tongue on her clitoris. Now she knew what had driven Kimmy so crazy. Her father's strong tongue circled her clitoris, sending sharp waves of fire running through it, and then he wetly slid down her swollen, sticky pussy lips to her hole, which was running like a brook with her pussy juices.
Her head tossed from side to side, as her father's probing tongue plugged the entrance to her virginal cunt. She felt the strong muscle of her father's tongue pushing against her throbbing twat, felt it stretching her cunt walls apart, opening her as she had never been opened.
Her whole belly felt queer. She felt as if it were melting, pouring in a gooey liquid mess out of her cunt. She could feel her father's tongue, lapping it all up, his mouth making wet sucking noises, as he licked up all her of pussy juices. She had never felt her cunt melt like that before. Her cream was cascading out of her like a waterfall. The pressure in her cunt built hotly. She felt her father's hands grasping her wildly humping haunches. His hands on her writhing hips gave her a feeling of security, which she needed desperately. She felt as if her head were floating off her body, and her body felt as if it had turned to a fiery storm. She was bouncing all over the bed, going crazy with the orgasm rushing through her. She was afraid she was going to float away, and shatter in a million pieces somewhere, when she came down from her orgasm.
Somewhere off in the distance, she heard a siren wailing. Her spasms increased in intensity, and then started to ease off, and she realized that the siren was her own voice, as she wailed out the ecstasy running through her. Her father's mouth never left her cunt, as she writhed and flailed her legs in the intensity of her climax.
Then she collapsed, her taut body coming loose somehow, like a spring that has lost its tensile ability. She was breathing in high, whining gasps, and shaking all over, like a leaf bowed before the wind. Steadying her in her downward progress from the most intense orgasm of her life, were her father's warm, strong, loving hands, and his mouth, still glued wetly to her palpitating cunt.
Finally, she opened her eyes, her lashes-fluttering enchantingly against her flushed cheeks, and looked down at her father. She smiled tentatively at her sister, who was sitting up, yoga style on the bed, grinning at her. Her father looked up, too, some of the lust faded, at least temporarily from his eyes, and he looked at his daughter, who returned the fond gaze.
She had nothing to say. The way she felt was beyond words, and as she looked at her handsome, young father, whose hands were still steadying her on a rocking bed, which sat in the middle of a crazily rocking room, in the middle of a madly spinning planet, she was awfully glad she was who she was, and gone through what she had gone through, and come down to earth, with her father's loving hands around her still-trembling hips.
It was the Fourth of July, Carnegie Hall, and Christmas, all wrapped up in one mad, even insane moment of pure unadulterated joy. And as Karen lay there, taking it all in, she knew that she hadn't had enough, and wanted more. Her father crawled up her still taut, and still spastic belly, and planted a wet, soft kiss on his daughter's lips.
"Now, Daddy?" she whispered shakily.
"Now, what, honey?"
"Now can I lick your cock?"
"No, (now we go down and eat supper. We can do more later." Mike was aware of the demanding tumescence of his cock. He was also aware that he had really put the twins through their paces, and they were young, and growing, and needed their nourishment.
He was too good a father to let that go: They needed to eat. Then they could go back to playing.
He sat up on the edge of the bed. "Come on," he said, "put your bathrobes on, and let's go down. Mommy has left us steak and home fries for supper."
The girls got up eagerly, still feeling the sensual aftermath of their father's sexual assault on them. The three of them went downstairs, talking gaily, and among the three of them, they made a damned good supper.
While Karen fried the potatoes, Kimmy grilled the steaks, and tossed the salad. Daddy was relegated to setting the table, and putting out the plates, and pouring the milk.
They were silent for awhile, relishing the meal they had made, and hungry, as good sex always makes one hungry.
Mike James broke the silence. "Unnh, kids, you won't tell Mommy, will you?"
"Nooo, not if you don't want us to. But why?" asked Karen.
"Because Mommy may have a different idea of sex than we do."
"But why?" asked Kimmy, genuinely puzzled. She leaned over an pressed her face into her father's arm, sniffing at his warm maleness. She had never felt so close to him, and so happy.
"Well," said Mike, desperately searching for angles, "what did you feel when you saw Mommy and me making love."
"I felt left out!" Karen exclaimed emphatically.
"Me, too!" said Kimmy, biting her father's arm lightly. Her father winced, and felt his cock lurch at the soft stinging of his daughter's sexy teeth. They sure were naturals, he, thought, chewing on a piece of steak. His girls were also superb cooks, and the meal they had turned out was well worth waiting and working for, if you could call what he had been doing with his daughters working!
Mike grinned. All his emotional conflicts were forgotten, his children were none the worse for wear, and had apparently thrived on the experience. His lust was allayed, momentarily, although his cock apparently was searching for seconds. Judging from the way Karen and Kimmy were behaving, his male mauler didn't have far to go for more nookie. For the first time in a week, Mike felt at ease. The lines on his face faded, and some of the driven look in his eyes was gone, replaced with his usually easy-going good humor.
And the night had only begun.
CHAPTER FIVE
The children washed the dishes, and Daddy dried them. Then they went back to bed. MikeY cock was still erect, and the meal had replenished his appetite for more sex.
Karen was the aggressor this time, taking her father by the hand and leading him to the bed.
She smiled lustfully at her father.
"Now it's my turn, Daddy. I want to taste your cock."
Mike smiled, and spread out on the bed on his back, putting his hands behind his head. This time Kimmy provided the oral gratification, while Karen lay on his thighs. She examined his cock at leisure, squeezing and plumping his heavy balls with her little hands. She reached down with her mouth and licked them.
Mike almost went crazy, as he felt her nose pressed into them. She was smelling them. She looked up.
"You smell good, Daddy!" she smiled. Then she went back to tonguing his massive, hair-covered balls. He moaned, and raised his knees up. His toes were curling with pleasure, as he felt Karen's tongue roaming all over her father's wrinkled sac. He felt the come churning in them. This time, however, he wouldn't have as much trouble holding his orgasm. He had already had one dynamite one, and Mike's endurance after a first come, was usually excellent. His breathing became deeper, heavier, as Karen's moist little tongue ran around and around his balls, and slowly began to progress upwards, over his shaft.
She grasped the base of his cock, and shook it a little, testing its weight and texture with her hands. Her little finger traced the line of his pulsing vein up and around the cock. Then her mouth went to the mushroom-shaped, passion-bloated head. Her tongue flicked tenatively at his piss slit, sucking at the pre-come which was oozing from it.
She smacked her lips. "That tastes strange," she said, and then her little girl mouth was covering the whole head. Mike gasped as he felt the incredible, moist softness of her mouth pressing against his tender cock head. She licked the piss slit again, and then moaned against his cock. Mike arched his hips up, and the movement pushed more of his cock into her mouth. Karen, like Kimmy, was excited by the feeling of his cock in her little mouth.
It felt strange, and exciting, to feel that pulsing meat throbbing against the warm, tender membranes of her oral cavity. Her little cheeks sucked in as she sucked his cock further into her mouth. Karen wanted to get all of her father's cock down her throat. She started to swallow, and her little golden head bobbed up and down obscenely on her father's priapic pole, as she stuffed more and more of his rammer into her throat. She lost her breath when the pulsing head plugged her throat, but she quickly learned the art of breathing in as she bobbed up, and exhaling before the cock hit the back of her throat.
She was getting excited herself, as she watched her sister, and her father kissing and licking each other. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, as p she bobbed up and down her father's pulsing prick. As her mouth came closer and closer to her father's bush, she had the wild idea that she wanted to suck on his balls too. With one last, wild push, she impaled her throat with the entire length of her father's massive cock. She was rewarded for her efforts by feeling her father hunch his hips up. He was groaning against Kimmy's mouth, as Karen's mouth excited his cock to incredible tumult.
Mike James felt his balls contract, as Karen's mouth made contact with them. Her soft, swallowing throat was sucking the gism out of him. The incredible pressure of her throat against his tumescent dork was driving him crazy. He could feel the flesh on his cock ripple as it pushed deep into Karen's incredibly talented mouth. He couldn't believe that she had taken all of his cock down her little throat, and yet, as he broke his kiss with Kimmy momentarily, to confirm the sensations rippling through his pecker, his eyes widened. Karen had swallowed all of his cock. He put his hand on her head, and pressed it harder into his rampant groin, swiveling his hips up, libidinously into her virginal throat.
The motion drove the first wave of spunk out of him. Karen's eyes opened wide, as she felt the first rush of his scum pour down her throat and into her stomach. She increased her swallowing rhythm, in order to catch every last drop. But there was too much spunk for her little mouth to accommodate. As wave after wave of gism poured into her sweet little mouth, much as she attempted to swallow it all, some of it dripped out.
Her father's hips were now humping fiendishly, in an erratic rhythm in and out of her little mouth, as she attempted valiantly not to waste a single drop of her father's male elixir. Her little chin was covered with come and spit, as she bobbed up and down, faster and faster, driven crazy by her father's pleasure, by the sound of his grunting and groaning.
The odor of his male excitement was another aphrodisiac which drove the girl to further efforts. It was a strange, pungent odor that melted her insides, made her want more. She inhaled deeply as she bobbed up and down on his cock, swallowing his gism, feeling it run, sticky and odorous, down her soft, dimpled chin.
Her father's humping motions were getting heavier, sharper, and she could feel that he was ridding himself of the last of his liquid desire. Finally he collapsed heavily on the bed, still moaning against Kimmy's relentlessly probing mouth and tongue.
As Karen kept on pumping at his cock, disappointed that it was over so soon, she felt the cock start to grow softer. That, too, was a fascinating aspect of this creature called her father's cock. She kept it trapped in her sucking mouth, feeling the length of it diminish, feeling the steely hardness of it grow softer and softer.
Instinctively, her sucking became softer. She felt that as it got soft, it needed more tender attention. And she was right. Her very softness on her father's shrinking schlong was driving him to distraction. Karen felt it, still throbbing, jerk in her mouth, as it shrank. She kept it nested in the soft, warm cavern of her mouth for a long time, adoring it with her tongue, and her sucking oral muscles.
She felt as if she could stay like this forever, but finally, her father, wincing, gently pushed her head away from the relieved, prying instrument which had invaded the throats of both his daughters. They lay together, locked in ardent embrace for a long time enjoying .their closeness.
Karen and Kimmy started to tease each other, over their father's relaxed, still-trembling body. Karen tweaked Kimmy's tit, and Kimmy pinched Karen's in return. In the middle of this erotic play, Mike became aroused again. And then he had another idea.
"Why don't you two play with each other, the way I saw you when I came into the room the first time?" He grinned, lewdly at them, wondering if they would go along with it.
Karen climbed over her father's body with alacrity, and Mike rolled over to the edge of the bed, and watched, pin pricks of lustful pleasure rolling through his body, as he watched his golden goddesses assume the classic sixty-nine posture.
Mike's cock jumped wildly, when the twins placed their mouths on each other's cunt. Both of them were thoroughly aroused now, and needed release, and they ran their tongues eagerly over each other's swollen pussy meat.
Mike inhaled deeply of the sweet scent of their cream, as he watched them, moving sinuously over each other's body, their hands and legs clutching and grasping at each other, their heads bobbing up and down on their swollen pussy meat. He watched, fascinated, as their pink tongues made contact with the pink, wet flesh of their pre-teen twats. He cupped his hand around his own cock, and began pumping, wildly, and with increasing frenzy, as the tongues of the twins rolled sensuously, and freely over each other's pussy. His face became a leering mask of lust, and his hand became almost a blur, pumping up and down on his own swollen genitals, as he watched his gorgeous daughters driving each other crazy with desire.
Karen's tongue flicked into her sister's creaming love hole. Kimmy moaned, and humped her soft, sweet hips up heavily onto her sister's mouth. She could feel the ripples running through her love channel, like a pebble leaves rippled in the water, as her little tongue flicked in and out of her pussy hole, the way Daddy's tongue had done.
Kimmy decided to do the same thing to Karen, and Karen squealed, rolling her hips in a circular motion, trying to impale more of her love hole on Kimmy's prying tongue. Her belly felt as if it were on fire, and she was flushed with passion, as she drove her tongue deeper and deeper into her sister's loving, creaming cunt.
Karen could feel her own juices flowing madly. Her sister's tongue lapped them all up with a grim determination, even as Karen was licking Kimmy's sweet pussy cream. Karen and Kimmy both opened their mouths wide, covering each other's muff entirely.
Mike's hips were bouncing up and down on the bed in a wild rhythm, which was exaggerating the humping motion of the twins, as they bobbed up and down on each other's cunt. Kimmy's legs flew straight up into the air as her orgasm hit wildly, causing her to squeal and gyrate under her sister's sucking mouth.
And then Karen, too, felt the fiery pleasure course through her body, causing her to shake like a leaf. She moaned heavily against her sister's hotly creaming muff, and licked more and more wildly, driving Kimmy into transports of pleasure. Kimmy grabbed Karen's thighs tightly, pressing her mouth and her nose into her sister's sweet snatch, her tongue teasing her sister's clitoris and driving it more and more crazy.
Suddenly, in the midst of their glorious orgasm, their father came, too. His come arched out of his piss slit, and the first gob of it landed on the twisting and writhing sisters beside him, who were driving him to distraction with their sensual undulating. He could feel their warmth, and smell their come, and he came with them, wildly, copiously, his spunk dropping like rain on their bodies, and soaking the bed.
The sisters continued to flick each other's clitoris long after they had ceased coming, each flick of their tongue causing sharp after-spasms to course wildly through their gut, inflaming them even more. Finally, even the after-spasms died away, leaving them all satiated and happy.
Finally Mike had the good sense to look at the clock. He started up suddenly.
"What's the matter, Daddy?" asked Kimmy, who was palming her sister's tit.
"Your mother is going to be home any minute!" he exclaimed. The very thought of it galvanized them all to action. They picked up their clothing, and then Mike kissed his golden goddesses a passionate goodnight, and went to take a shower. Karen and Kimmy, thoroughly exhausted, fell sound asleep. Mike, too, was alseep when Lisa James walked in a little after midnight, pleasantly tipsy, and also ready for bed.
CHAPTER SIX
Lisa James was bustling around the kitchen on Friday afternoon, when the children came home from school.
They ran into the large, warm room, to kiss their mother hello.
"Hi, Kimmy! Hi, Karen! Get your own snacks today, huh? We're having a dinner party tonight, and I have a lot of preparing to do, O.K.?"
"Yeah, Mom, can we help? asked Kimmy going to the refrigerator. "Yummm! Little meatballs!"
"O.K. wise guys, one each!" Mrs. James exclaimed. "They're for the party."
"I don't know why, Mom," Karen said, looking for all the world like wounded innocence. "After all, charity begins at home!"
"And it's going to end there, if you don't stop teasing me," Lisa James exclaimed, good-humoredly, leaning over the stove, to peer into the oven.
Karen and Kimmy decided to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Mrs. James raised her eyebrows in mock despair, as they cheerfully made a mess. It wasn't that they wouldn't pick up after them. It was just frustrating that they always had designs on the messiest snacks on the very days when Lisa wanted the kitchen free and clear.
They sat down at the table, having, indeed, wiped up the counter, and put the peanut butter and jelly jars away. But Mrs. James had wanted to roll out the dough for her lamb pie crust on the table, and while they were making the mess, Mrs. James could have been mixing the salad dressing at the counter they had gunked up with peanut butter and jelly.
Dammit, she thought to herself, as the pressure started to catch up with her. Why in hell didn't they just want an apple, and a glass of milk. They were satisfied with it yesterday!
Kimmy and Karen were busy chattering away, comparing notes on the day they had at school. Mrs. James kept looking at the clock, and making notes of things still to be done.
"Hey, Mom," said Karen, repeating Kimmy's offer, "can we help?"
"You can get out of my way!" snapped Lisa, wiping a strand of hair out of her face. Karen and Kimmy looked at each other, and with one accord they got up from the table, juggling their peanut butter sandwiches and their milk.
"Sure, Mom," said Kimmy, looking very hurt.
"Yeah, Mom, we'll go upstairs. We have some studying to do," Karen said. The two little girls took their snacks, and Lisa heard them trudging down the hall, their voices now subdued. She heard them walking up the stairs, and then she heard their door open and close.
"Damn, damn, damn!" she husked to herself, leaning her head against the refrigerator. "Now what have I done!" she said, thinking of her harsh words.
She bit her lip. It certainly wasn't the children's fault that she was grumpy. If she had started earlier in the day, instead of having coffee with Phyllis, which she had promised herself she wouldn't do, she wouldn't be feeling the unrealistic pressure now. And she had snapped at the kids unjustly.
She started working the dough, but her heart wasn't in it. She knew she would have to go upstairs and apologize to them. She finished rolling out the dough, and filled it with the savory filling, and then put it in the oven, and set the timer. Then she prepared her salad, putting the chopped vegetables in the refrigerator to crisp, along with her dressing. The next half hour went smoothly, as she set the table, prepared the drinks, taking a good stiff one herself in the process, and fixed Mike's scotch and water. He would be home in about an hour. Before she knew it, everything was in ship-shape order, the kitchen shiny and clean, the fragrance of the stew cooking filling the house.
And all that pressure she had felt was unrealistic. She now had plenty of time to bathe, and dress before Mike, and the guests came home. As she looked around at the dining room, and the kitchen, another pang of guilt went through her. Before she did another thing, she would have to say she was sorry to the kids.
She started up the stairs, trailing her hand on the bannister. Her children were her pride and joy. They had never given her a moment's trouble, and God only knew how much trouble she had heard about from some of the other mothers on the block! She knew they were envious. Her children were beautiful, high-spirited, outstanding in school, and with all that, without being the least bit dependent, they were extremely well-behaved.
She knew she had no right to be annoyed at them. If she had really felt that she couldn't afford to have them in the kitchen, she could have said so, pleasantly. They would have understood, as they always did, and they would have been satisfied with an apple.
They demanded very little of their parents. As Lisa progressed up the stairs, she became increasingly more guilty that she had blown up at them, taken out on her lovely children, "the golden goddesses," as Mike called them, her own frustrations. There had been no need to rush like that. She just hadn't planned her time well.
She was biting her lip again, as she stood outside their door, with her hand on the doorknob. She sighed, and started to turn the knob. And then she heard giggling. She put her ear to the door.
"No," she heard Karen's voice say, "I don't want to sixty-nine. I want to play Mommy and Daddy this time."
Mrs. James felt the hackles rise on the back of her neck. They couldn't possibly mean what they had just said! Her little girls, her twelve-year-olds., And yet, as she thought of the possibility, her head reeled, and her heart pounded in her chest.
Her daughters! Her husband's golden goddesses! Her flesh and blood. Running rampant through her befogged mind was the image of the two of them locked in carnal embrace. Frantically, trying to reach for a straw to stave off the mad thoughts that were running through her head, she ran over all the child care books she had read, and none of which had anything in them she could apply.
Her children had never been discipline problems, therefore none of the rules were appropriate. They more or less toilet-trained themselves, so all the strictures about toilet training trauma were irrelevant. They never quarreled between themselves, so there was no need to be an intermediate. Their aggressions were channelled superbly in their school work, and their sports, both of which they were good at. Their marks were excellent; their relationship to each other, and to their parents was above par. They were, as everyone said to her frequently, too good to be true!
Was this the flaw in their lives? And was it a flaw? Again, to stave off the madness that seemed to engulf her, a mixed bag of shock, erotic arousal, and a prurient curiosity to pry into their private lives, she ran over the literature she had read.
It was common for children to experiment sexually. Yes, she had read that, and been very careful to watch what she said, especially about masturbation. Well, and if they did? She had masturbated as a child, and she knew it was normal. That being the case, then why wouldn't the children's experimenting with each other be normal, too? She blushed as she recalled, suddenly, all the times she had played "doctor and nurse," as she was growing up, not making any distinctions between the little girls, and the little boys, and gaining equal pleasure and delight from both.
A sigh of relief was expelled from her lips, as the wind of desire ran through her like a dry Sirocco. She desired her own children, desired to see them at play. Her hand trembling violently on the doorknob, she leaned against the door, and heard them giggle again. Then she heard a bed squeak, softly, and heard one of the twins moan.
If she had anything to teach them, it was that they couldn't play Mommy and Daddy without a Daddy, and neither of them was male. They were definitely all female, and probably, if they were deeply into their sexual experimentation, they were no doubt on their way to being all women, the both of them. She grinned as she thought about it. Her relief had made her giddy.
She opened the door softly, and the sight she saw on the bed before her eyes made her realize that caution could be thrown to the wind. They were beyond any ability to hear her, or know she was there.
Kimmy had a dimple on her left buttocks. She was on top. Mike always told them apart by the placement. of the dimples on their cheeks, and by Karen's slight lisp. Mrs. James knew her children far more intimately. She had nursed them and bathed them, and put them to bed countless times. She knew every inch of their adorable little bodies.
Karen, in addition to her lisp, had a tiny mole on the right side of her right tit. Kimmy had the dimple smack in the middle of her left ass cheek. Karen's hairline reached farther down in the back than Kimmy's. And Kimmy's knees were slightly wider than Karen's.
As Mrs. James stood in the doorway, watching the twins, aroused by the sight of their naked, writhing bodies, she ran over the litany of distinguishing characteristics which she knew so intimately, the slightly different pattern of veins which Kimmy had on her arm; the way Karen's little toe curled slightly inward; the slightly different shading of their skin; all of them distinguishing marks so subtle that no one but a mother who intimately knew and had fondled their flesh, would be able to pick out.
And her cunt creamed wildly, as she watched her two daughters, one on top of the other, kissing and fondling each other passionately. She knew how deeply they loved each other, two human people from one human egg. It had to be that way. And the flesh that they had come from was palpitating right in front of their unwary eyes, longing for them again. Her very womb cried out to embrace them, and her eyes filled with tears as she watched them, their pussies pressing tightly together, as they brought each other off.
Absently, she began to fondle her own snatch, as she watched her own flesh and blood become even closer in the most intimate embrace any man or woman can know. She was shocked as she watched them. They were growing up almost daily, right under her very eyes, and they were almost women, and she had barely noticed it.
She knew they now wore bras, she had helped them to buy their first ones, and she had sat down with them one afternoon, to talk to them about the facts of life when she knew it was almost time for them to reach puberty, but it wasn't the same thing as seeing two nascent women, their full breasts pressing into each other, their undulating waists having become long and slender, their rippling buttocks, full and womanly. Mrs. James felt that she had left something behind, had lost something in the process of becoming absorbed with the trivial minutiae of day-to-day living.
She felt she was seeing her daughters for the first time, and although she had borne them, and nursed them, and raised them to this moment, she was now becoming acquainted with them.
Karen started to moan against Kimmy's mouth. Lisa could tell from the way her hips were gyrating up into Kimmy's spread pussy, that she was about to come, and from the violence of her movements, Lisa suspected that she was going to come wildly. They rhythms were too well-matched, and their ability to achieve orgasm was too good for Lisa to decieve herself that this was the first time they had engaged in sexual activity.
Lisa suddenly became aware of her hand at her pussy. She took a step forward, coming fully into the room.
She closed the door behind her, and leaned against it, her hand still on her teeming muff, in much the same posture that her husband had taken, when he had caught his children bringing each other off only a few nights before.
She watched fascinated, as Kimmy's white, beautifully rounded buns undulated and rippled with every swiveling motions against her sister's pussy. Lisa had always wanted to have an affair with a woman. She knew it wasn't as perverse as most people pretended. And she knew they were pretending when they protested too much, afraid of their own impulses.
There was some relief in admitting to herself that she had always derived sexual pleasure in handling her children, in fondling them, bathing them, dressing them. Her hands now ached to fondle their breasts, to feel the cream which she could see oozing from their tight little holes.
Kimmy's pussy juices were mixing with Karen's and she could see the gleaming, wet trace of it, tracking down the crack in Karen's ass. Karen's little cheeks contracted beautifully as she lifted her hips up off the bed, into Kimmy's downward spiralling hips. The sight was an incredible turn-on. Their long lovely limbs entwined sensuously, and they writhed in an ecstatic dance on the bed, as their orgasms peaked, and took possession of their beautiful bodies.
"Ohhh, Kimmy," Lisa heard Karen say, "I love you so much...!"
"Mmmmm...!" Kimmy answered, pressing her lips heavily onto the wide-open, and eager lips of her loving sister. The two girls clutched at each other, squealing as their motions told Mrs. James they had arrived at the mad land of irrational pleasure, the ecstasy that drives men and women out of their heads and deep into their bodies.
Their young flesh slapped together wetly, and Mrs. James, still rubbing her own aching pussy watched the sweat gleaming on the back of Kimmy, and rolling down her sides, soaking the bed. Her eyes were glued to Kimmy's humping buttocks, and to Karen's tightly closed eyes. Karen's face, which she could see, was a mask of lust gone wild, of joy so great it approached pain.
Lisa threw her head back, hitting the door with a slight jar, as she felt her own cunt contract wildly with aching desire. As long as they were well into sexuality, there was no reason why she shouldn't share her own physical desire with them. There was no reason why she shouldn't share the joys of the flesh with her own flesh and blood.
It would almost, she thought, be the same thing as making love to yourself. The little girls were the mirror of her own blonde loveliness, as they more closely mirrored each other. And their very similarity added heavily to the erotic impact of their coupling.
She noticed their humping motions becoming softer, more sensual. They were playing with their pleasure, eking it out, enjoying the aftermath of their intimacy. She could tell by the way their bodies moved that they had been satisfied, had found joy and perhaps solace in each other's company. Perhaps it was she who had driven them into each other's arms.
Again a frown marred her smooth, white brow. No, she had already noted the expertise with which they fondled each other. They knew each other's soft spots too well, were too smooth, and confident in what they did not to have done it before.
And even that thought was a turn-on. That kind of expertise could probably be the source of her most ardent, secret wish being fulfilled. And her love and her expertise could certainly add dimension to their sex lives.
"Mmmmm...!" Karen moaned, rubbing her hands up and down Kimmy's delicate, beautifully-formed back. Kimmy giggled, and rolled over, as Karen's fingers reached around to her side to tickle her. She kicked her feet up and down, as Karen leaned over her, to tickle her more, to torture her with sweet sensuality, and to prolong the closeness they had felt for one another. Over and over they rolled on the bed. Mrs. James smiled, watching their golden bodies tangled up in each other in loving and playful contest. And her pussy ached even more.
It was Karen, rolling over, with Kimmy on top again, who noticed their mother leaning against the closed door.
"M-mommy!" she exclaimed, suddenly stiffening. Kimmy looked up. In the violet-blue eyes of both of them were written consternation and fear.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" asked Karen, sitting up, her legs splayed, revealing her beautiful pink pussy meat in all its glory to her mother's loving eyes.
Lisa James approached the bed, and stood over her two golden girls. "I came up to apologize for being so rude to you in the kitchen. You weren't in my way."
She sat down on the edge of the bed, running her hand gently up and down Kimmy's leg, who was sitting closest to the side she had approached.
She smiled ruefully. "I was in my own way, children, and I apologize. I took it out on you."
Her hand came up over Kimmy's soft, trembling body, and she ran her hand up further, over the clean, soft plane of her cheek, and then running her hands through her daughter's thick, fine, blonde hair.
Karen and Kimmy looked at each other. Although neither parent had ever said anything about masturbation, or the dangers of playing with each other, which in this instance would have been a more appropriate consideration, they did wonder if what they did was all right. And not having any guidance in the matter, they had pursued their pleasurable course. They had been nervous about their father's having discovered them.
But that shock had made them more able to cope with their mother's having walked in on them. And their mother seemed to be just as accepting of the idea of their making love to each other as their father did. They were true, as always, to their promise not to tell their mother what they had done with their father. The idea of spilling the beans didn't even occur to them, as they watched their beloved mother, who was apologizing to them for having been short with them in the kitchen.
"That's all right, Mom. We understand," Karen said, as Kimmy started to melt under the soft, loving touch of her mother.
"It isn't all right, dear. Even if you do understand. There's no excuse for rudeness especially in one's own family." Lisa smiled sweetly at Karen, and then reached over, caressing one of her beautifully burgeoning tits.
Karen, too, melted under the soft, sweet hands of her mother.
Kimmy reached up and put her arms around her mother, and buried her face in her mother's fragrant neck. Lisa embraced her daughter's naked body passionately, impulsively, feeling her delicate tits pressing against the cotton blouse she was wearing. Kimmy's hands had reached up and were fondling her mother's tits.
"Gee, Mom," she said, as her little fingers caused Lisa's tits to pucker, "I hope I have tits like these when I grow up."
"You are growing up, darling, and I can tell from the way your tits are developing that they will be very beautiful."
Lisa reached down and put her mouth on one of Kimmy's cherry-like nipples, and kissed it. Her cunt was going wild, as she caressed her beautiful daughter, the creation of her own flesh. Her ran her hands over her daughter's back, running them lightly down her back to the crack in her daughter's ass. Kimmy's body was still wet with sweat, and trembling slightly from the aftermath of her wild orgasm.
Kimmy reached up and brought her mother's lips down to her own. Lisa almost melted into Kimmy's mouth, it was so light, so sweet, so moist. Kimmy's mouth sucked her mother's lips into her own moist oral cavern.
She ran her tongue around her mother's lips, and felt her mother respond, by touching the tip of her tongue with her own.
Her mother's tongue tasted good. It was sweet and warm, and Kimmy felt all weak inside, and gooey, as she surrendered to the sensual kiss. Her mother's hand running up and down her back, was like the soft fluttering of a butterfly, and her fingers were striking sparks of pleasure which were running wild through Kimmy's body.
Karen had lain back on the bed, and was watching the scene, delighted that they could have their mother as well as their father for a companion in their sensual play. She sighed with happy relief. If her mother and father wanted to join them, it couldn't be all bad, what they were doing.
As a matter-of-fact, it was all right! Karen watched her mother and her sister Kimmy, and her pussy came to tingling life all over again. She wanted her mother next to them. Wanted her naked and writhing on the bed with them. She wanted to give her mother the kind of pleasure Kimmy gave her and that she gave Kimmy, because she loved her so much, and she was so beautiful, and such a kind mother.
Kimmy must have had the same idea. Her soft young hands were working up over her mother's breasts, and Karen watched as Kimmy undid the buttons on her mother's blouse, slowly, starting with the first one at the neck, and going down to the waistband of her mother's skirt.
Kimmy and her mother hadn't broken the kiss in which they were so delightfully engaged. Every now and then, Karen got a glimpse of Karen's and her mother's tongues, wetly wrestling in their open mouths. Karen could have swooned with desire. Kimmy had now pulled her mother's blouse out of the waistband, and was removing it.
Karen gasped at how white and smooth her mother's skin was. And her beautiful jugs spilled over her lacy bra. Karen's hands itched to touch her mother's breasts. She was panting with desire, as Kimmy reached around, and struggled with the hooks on her mother's bra, finally disengaging them and pulling the bra off her mother's shoulders, and down her arms.
Lisa did not resist the loving treatment her daughter was giving her. As her breasts came loose from their lacy prison, she felt her nipples pucker with pure pleasure, as Kimmy's soft white hands came up and palmed her breasts, her fingers running round and round the puckered nipples, with their large aureola, the sign that she had nursed her children.
As if Kimmy had sensed her thought, she disengaged herself from the long, passionate kiss she had held with her mother, and reached down to suck one of her mother's nipples. Lisa felt a ripple of pleasure course through her belly, felt her abdomen contract with the ecstasy of the touch of her child's mouth on her tits.
She threw her head back, and abandoned herself to the pleasure that Kimmy was driving madly through her trembling body. Her mouth sucking on Lisa's tits felt hot and moist, and the heat and moisture traveled through Lisa's body, melting her insides. She had become weak with desire.
She gently removed Kimmy's sucking, sweet, rosebud mouth from her nipple, and stood up.
She stripped in front of the children, removing her skirt, and then her pants. The children gasped at the golden beauty of their mother, her full rich breasts, her long, narrow waist, her slender hips with their rounded, dimpled buttocks, and her long, graceful, dancer's legs. She was incredibly beautiful, and as the awed, loving children gazed at her with longing and appreciation, they realized not without some self-conscious pleasure, that they were indeed her children, and would most likely mirror her beauty when they grew up. Her gorgeous muff was heavily furred in fine, silky blonde hair that was the same flamboyant color as the hair on her head.
Kimmy reached over, and cupped her mother's muff in her hand, running her fingers over the silky fuzz, her fingers getting tangled in the thick, soft hair. Beneath the hair, she could feel her mother's pussy trembling. It was hot with desire, and Kimmy realized that her mother's desire equaled their own for her.
She knelt up in the bed, and held out her hands, and her mother came to her quickly, smiling, embracing her naked form passionately. It was a strange wonderful feeling, to be embraced by your mother, naked, to feel her large beautiful, soft tits pressing up against your small still growing ones.
Kimmy, pressing her flat young belly against her mother's flat, mature one, could feel it throbbing. She threw her arms around her mother's waist and pressed her body warmly into her full womanly one.
"Oooohhhh, you're so beautiful," Karen squealed. "I feel like coming all over again." Lisa smiled at her over-eager daughter, and got onto the bed with them. Her two gorgeous daughters were all over her, touching her, fondling her, kissing her, eagerly exploring every inch of her beautiful body, as they had done when they were infants.
One of Lisa's pleasures had been, when they were infants, to bathe them, and then lie naked with them on the bed, allowing their little infant bodies the pleasure of contact with her flesh. They would grope, even then at her body, her snatch, her breasts, which they loved to suck, eventually nestling into her full beautiful body and falling asleep.
And then she would lie there, very still, feeling the precious warmth of their bodies against hers, examining their incredibly tender flesh, feeling the soft bones, their fuzzy little heads and wondering how two such tiny things could grow up to be women.
And here they were, again swarming all over her, their sunny dispositions echoed in their smiles and their giggles, their loving hearts expressed in their fondling hands and their affectionate, warm mouths. They were still the sensualists they had been as infants, thought Lisa, reaching up to bring Karen's dimpled mouth down to hers, and kissing her passionately. But then, she thought, as she surrendered to Karen's probing tongue, they had come by the trait honestly. She had always been a sensualist herself, and she had reacted and related to her children sensually.
And although Lisa would never have thought it, it was her very demonstrative love, her frequent demonstrations of affection, her constant caressing, and neither parent could keep their hands off their beloved and loving children, their encouragement and high praise, and their lack of anger and abuse when the children made mistakes, which had been the major cause of their not being a discipline problem, or an emotional problem, or any other kind of problem. The avenues of communication, emotional, intellectual, and physical, had always been wide open, and it ran both ways down a long straight highway that pointed to happy adolescence and a fulfilled mature adulthood.
Kimmy's mouth had found her mother's golden muff, and she was nuzzling in it, smelling the stronger but still sweet perfume of her mother's womanhood. The very closeness of the trio added to the erotic impact of their playing.
Lisa jumped as she felt the warm moist breath of Kimmy blowing on her already heavily creaming cunt. She arched her hips up wildly, as she felt the first hot, moist touch of Kimmy's tongue on her clitoris.
"Ooohhh! Honey, that feels wonderful!" Lisa exclaimed. Kimmy looked over her shoulder, and smiled at her mother, and dived back into her mother's muff. For awhile, she explored her swollen pussy lips, teasing the wet' labia with her finger, bringing her finger to her mouth to taste her mother's cream. It tasted to her like a heady wine, heavier than her sister's, but nice.
Karen had nuzzled her hand on her mother's naked breasts and was kneading one of her mother's nipples with her thumb and forefinger, while Lisa embraced her. She wondered at Karen's patience, and sweetness, as Kimmy dived into Lisa's muff again, her tongue running round and' round Lisa's inflamed clitoris, driving the flame higher in her belly, causing her muscles to ripple, and her cunt to flow more heavily.
Then she had an idea.
"I have an idea, kids." Kimmy again looked up from her tonguing to gaze over her shoulders at her mother.
"Kimmy, you stay where you are, but bring your body straight up along mine, so that your pussy is right where my belly is. That's right. A little lower."
Karen was propped up on one elbow watching this. She couldn't understand it. Kimmy's muff was too far away for her mother to lick her, as she licked Kimmy when they were sixty-nining.
"O.K., now Karen. You straddle my body on all fours, doggie style, but a little lower."
Karen still puzzled, did as she was told, and as she got into position, she suddenly understood just what her mother had in mind. Karen was going to lick out Kimmy, and Mother was going to tongue Karen. With a little more adjusting of bodies, everyone's muff was in the right place.
Kimmy giggled. "All right, everyone, on your mark, get set, go! Last one to come is a rotten egg!"
There was a moment's pause as everyone laughed at this, and then they went to work with a passion. Kimmy pressed her open mouth to her mother's large, generous, sexy pussy, tonguing her with a fury she had seldom known before. Her tonguing became even wilder, when she felt her sister's accomplished tongue make contact with the swollen, dripping lips of her own cunt. She wiggled her ass backwards, pressing her pussy harder into her sister's sucking mouth.
And she knew the exact moment that her mother's tongue made contact with Karen's pussy, because she felt the rewards of her mother's tonguing in her sister's tongue, which became harder and heavier and more rewarding on her own pussy. The three of them became silent, as they got down to the business of sucking each other to a fare-thee-well.
Karen and Kimmy were incredibly excited by the fact that their mother was sharing in their sexual pleasure. Lisa was incredibly excited by the fact that her pleasure was derived from her own virginal daughters, her own flesh and blood. If she had never loved herself, she thought, plying her tongue in long, steady strokes up and down her daughter's dripping pussy, she would have to love herself now, with her own flesh and blood ministering to her with such loving attention. It was almost the same thing as narcissism she thought to herself, inhaling deeply the sweet young fragrance of her daughter's pussy juices.
Kimmy was getting off on tonguing her mother. She could feel her belly rumbling with her approaching passionate climax, as she tongued her mother's clit, and ran her mouth up and down over her mother's incredibly creaming cunt. Her mother had such a beautiful cunt, and she had so much more cream than Karen or she did. It was beautiful to watch the throbbing of her pussy lips as they swelled even more with passion. Kimmy would have gotten off just on the idea that she was giving her mother pleasure.
But over and above that fact, was her sister, Karen, who was prying into her creaming love hole, with her quick, wet tongue. Kimmy almost went crazy as she felt her sister's tongue pry open, ever so slightly, her little virgin hole, and then run her tongue wetly up and down over her swollen pink passion meat. Kimmy moaned against her mother's muff, feeling her mother tremble, and feeling her hips hump up into her mouth, as Karen pressed her own mouth down tightly over her sister's muff.
Karen's mouth almost made a vacuum tube which was sucking in Kimmy's pussy. The throbbing in Kimmy's pussy increased with the pressure of Karen's mouth, and Karen added a sensuous, moist counterpoint to Kimmy's throbbing pussy, by sucking rhythmically on her swollen, hot meat.
Kimmy was almost beside herself. That was a new trick, and it absolutely sent her flying. She squealed against her mother's pussy while her hips humped and ground against her sister's sucking, talented mouth.
Karen's entire muff was covered by her mother's wet, open mouth. Her mother's mouth was stronger in its sucking motion, and it was actually her mother who had imparted the idea to Karen to make a vacuum of her mouth against Kimmy's pussy. That was exactly what Mrs. James was doing to her daughter, Karen. Karen was wild. The pulsing of her pussy increased twofold as Lisa sucked heavily and powerfully on her daughter's tender twat. Her tongue was flicking rhythmically against her daughter's quivering clit. She could feel the clitoris jumping against each thrust of her tongue, and she smiled in her heart, knowing that she was going to bring Karen off to a fare-thee-well.
Karen's muff was going crazy, as she humped back against her mother's mouth, seeking to stuff more and more of her crazy pussy into her mother's mouth. Her mother was driving her insane, sucking and licking her pussy until it was unbelievably swollen, and turgid with her passionate blood.
And the more pleasure Lisa delivered to Karen, the more pleasure Karen delivered to Kimmy.
Lisa was going crazy herself. Her first lesson had taken almost immediately. She could tell that by the way that Kimmy had suctioned her pussy into her little mouth. Her own little tongue was a mirror of what Lisa was doing with her tongue to her lovely Karen. The lesson ran in a delightful round robin kind of sensuality that imparted pleasure to all of them. The bed was soon shaking with their shivers of delight, and the room was redolent with their flowing pussy juices, which ran like rivers into their mouths, and down their chins, as the precious flow of passion overflowed the soft, sweet banks of their mouths, and dribbled down their chins.
They were all squealing and groaning and the sensual effect of their cries of passion, vibrating against their most secret woman flesh further enhanced their sensual ecstasy.
The bed was a writhing, seething mass of gorgeous flesh, the hair of the three women flying like golden clouds over the erotic scene as they undulated and ground their bodies into each other.
Lisa felt the first ripples of her passion, coursing wildly through her. She opened her mouth even wider on Karen's cunt, and cried out her passion. The cry was translated for Karen into another vibration against her clitoris which sent her throbbing off into the kingdom of incredible bliss which blinded her to all reality but the cunt in front of her and her own cunt behind. It was quivering wildly, the ripples flowing in soft, golden bands of pleasure through her throbbing, hot body.
Her bobbing motions against Kimmy's cunt sent Kimmy off into fierce spasms of pleasure. Her own motions against her mother's cunt' increased, further intensifying Lisa's orgasm.
Lisa's hips humped up passionately into her daughter's sucking, wildly circling mouthh. Each thrust upward only sent Kimmy flying higher, and her tongue pressed heavily and steadily, wetly, into her mother's clitoris.
Kimmy could feel the heavy flow of her mother's juices and she strove mightily to lap them all up. She could feel her mother's cunt vibrating with the effects of her orgasm, as she struggled in delightful disorder with her own crazy feelings as they mounted every higher and higher, in shock waves of sensual bliss which almost made her pass out.
She could feel Karen coming, could feel the effects of her orgasm in the wild rhythm with which she was pumping on Kimmy's cunt. Kimmy swiveled her muff harder and harder into her sister's mouth. She could feel her own passion flowing in liquid streams into her sister's rapidly sucking and licking mouth, could feel it dripping down Karen's wet chin.
Karen felt her orgasm clutch for one last tenuous moment against her belly, rippling through her higher and higher until it reached her brain where all sorts of delicious lights went on, in every color of the rainbow. She wanted nothing more blissful at that moment than to dive into the red, wet warmth of her sister's streaming snatch, and swim in her beautiful juices. And she wanted to feel her mother sliding wetly, stickily into her own cunt, to be buried, safe and sound and loved in her little belly.
As she came down from her orgasm, slowly, by little jerks and spasms, Karen realized that she had come from her mother's belly, and that what she wanted, to have her mother safely tucked in her own little girl's belly was far from possible, but that she could have her wish someday with her mother's grandchild.
And she wanted to find a man as wonderful and strong and sweet as her father.
"Ohhhhh," moaned Lisa, as the three of them finally collapsed in a hot, sweaty heap on the bed, "that was wonderful."
"Yessss...!" husked Kimmy, her face still buried near her mother's wonderful quim.
"Mmmmm...!" Karen moaned, smiling, and caressing her mother's haunches, as her mother was running her own hands softly over Karen's rounded, soft and dimpled buttocks.
"Mommy, your dinner party...!" Karen suddenly exclaimed, hopping up off the heap on the bed. Lisa looked up at her and smiled.
"Everything's done, darling. I told you, I was in a flap for nothing."
"But don't you have to get ready?"
"True. What time is it?"
"It's almost six o'clock."
"Oh, dear," Lisa exclaimed, getting up, and stretching sensuously. "Just time enough for a shower before your father gets home."
She got up and started to collect her clothing, and then rushed for the bathroom.
"Mom, can we help?" asked Kimmy. Lisa turned to look at the adorable, naked Boticcelli goddesses, standing so vulnerably in the doorway. They really did want to help and there was no reason why they shouldn't.
"You can get dressed, and go down to give Daddy his drink when he comes in. Tell him I was delayed, and I'm just getting dressed now."
The two girls threw on their clothes, and went downstairs. Everything was ready. They peeked in the oven. The timer was set to turn the oven off at seven, and the lamb pie was browning nicely, and smelling divinely. They heard their father's car pull into the driveway, and they went to the door to greet him.
He walked in smiling, lifting both his golden goddesses up high over his head, and then planting a passionate kiss on each rosebud mouth. They returned his passion, pressing their young loins into their father's powerful crotch.
"Well, and how are my golden girls? What are you doing downstairs?"
"Mommy asked us to get your drink for you and say she'll be right down. She was delayed."
Mike James looked around the neat kitchen, and smelled the fragrance of the dinner. "It doesn't look like she was delayed. Everything seems to be in fine order."
He walked toward the dining room, and noted the table fully set, with flowers, and the candelabra gleaming against the white dinner cloth, waiting to be lit.
He smiled as Kimmy handed him the scotch and water. "Well, having a drink with my girls is almost as good as having a drink with Mommy."
"I'm glad to hear you say 'almost,' darling. Otherwise, I would be very jealous," smiled Lisa, coming down the stairs. She looked lovely in a paisley hostess gown. Her golden hair hung free, and her lovely white arms were bare. Mike smiled and went up to her, to put his arms around his wife and kiss her.
There was no more jealousy for the twins to feel! They had shared their love carnally with both parents, and the security they felt was almost sublime.
"Uh ... I guess we'll go upstairs and finish studying," said Karen, as the two started toward the stairs."
"Now, really, darlings," Lisa smiled at them. "You are very precious to give Daddy and me a few minutes alone each evening, but tonight is special anyway. Let's all have a little something in the living room, while we're waiting for our guests."
She went out to the kitchen, and poured a little wine into two glasses for the two girls, and brought them out. Kimmy and Karen smiled shyly as their mother handed them the red sweet liquid. They felt almost like grown-ups as they waited for the guests.
The children had always eaten with the guests when their parents had a dinner party. Their parents felt that it was part of the socializing process, and also felt that, if they couldn't afford to feed their own children at their own table, there was no reason for them to have them. They were a part of the family. The usual custom was that the children would dress up, and be with the guests before dinner, during the cocktail hour, then they would dine, after which they would excuse themselves prettily, and go to their own room, or to the upstairs sitting room to watch television.
The plan had worked beautifully, and other parents had followed suit with varying degrees of success-some of them had started too late and the children just hadn't learned the proper manners, consequently a few of them related embarrassing occurrences, as children popped up with weird sayings, or used incorrect manners.
Kimmy and Karen had dressed in pretty party frocks, identical, before they had come down to greet their father, and as they waited for the dinner, a favorite one of the family, they talked and chatted with their parents' friends, whom they all knew and with whom they had an easy, relaxed relationship.
Mike and Lisa James, circling among their guests in the living room looked at their daughters with pride and a delight that had the added dimension for both of them, that they had had sexual relations with them. Their children were becoming accomplished hostesses in their own right, as they mixed with the adults, causing laughter, and interest wherever they happened to light.
The dinner was a success, and the twins excused themselves after dinner, to go to their room, to finish the studying they hadn't really done. For all their sexual experimentation, they were, indeed thoughtful and careful scholars, and they never let their homework go, not even on Friday night. They preferred to use their weekend for their own pleasure, whatever it might be, and not have the homework hanging over their head for a Sunday night. They bid goodnight to the guests, and kissed their mother and father goodnight, and went to their room.
They were so elated with the way their lives had gone, that there was only one way they could think of to express it, and that was by loving each other. But before they could indulge in that sensual delight, there was duty before pleasure.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mike James had to be the luckiest man alive. He had a gorgeous, dutiful wife, and he was the proud father of two of the handsomest young girls anyone had ever seen.
There were many who were jealous of his success in business. It had come with hard work, and long hours. He had been a fierce, but fair competitor, and his winnings were honestly won as well as hard-won.
As he laughed and talked among his guests, he thought how very lucky he was. The added dimension to his joy tonight, as he nursed his drink, and his hard-on, was that he had access to the most gorgeous ass in the world.
He had decided to pop his daughters' cherries. He had decided, since the first sexual venture had left them unharmed, and closer to him than before, that he would do them the favor of saving them from the usually awkward first time. When it came time for them to find men, they would be accomplished, and have sufficient savvy to know how to avoid the duds.
They would also not be so quick to make bad alliances, because the insatiable curiosity adolescents have for sex would have been satisfied, so they would be more circumspect. Mike James was not unaware of the self-serving aspects of his reasoning, but his reasoning was basically sound.
If it were a father's duty to raise his children to a sound and happy adulthood, he couldn't think of any reason why he shouldn't carry that duty over into the sexual sphere as well. He couldn't understand why Old Testament, not to mention Paleolithic man, had abrogated that privilege which they once had.
Too much civilization, probably, he thought, as he poured a drink for himself, and a legal colleague who also happened to be a neighbor. As the party wore on, Mike's cock grew, as his desire for his daughters increased. Adding to his libidinous excitation was the sight of his beautiful wife. As he watched her laughing, and moving among the guests his cock lurched to wild attention.
He discovered himself indulging in the perverse thought of his wife with his two daughters, the three of them together, learning each other intimately, exploring each other's body, coming together, with Mike coming at the same time, shooting his spunk all over their white, glowing, writhing, lust-ridden bodies.
He shook his head to clear it of the thoughts, but the physical effects of the thoughts remained in his painfully throbbing, fullyerect cock. The party was, as usual, a success, and barring an opportunity to have access to his golden goddesses, Mike made Lisa a very happy woman that night.
Saturday morning, the twins got up early, and made breakfast for their parents, who came down, sleepy-eyed, long after their usual time. Soon the whole family was chatting and planning their day.
Mike was going to cut the lawn. The children wanted to bicycle down to the shopping mall with some of their friends, to purchase some new records. Lisa had a meeting of the local political club, Women for a Better City. Their current project was lighting the streets, and cleaning up some of the vacant lots, where potential muggers could lurk, and where some of the tougher children hung out at night, harassing passersby, smoking, and drinking.
"Why don't you just have them all turned into parking lots?" asked Mike, thinking of some of the difficulty he had had, finding a place to park his car.
"Mike, the city is inundated with cars as it is. That creates air pollution. We don't want to encourage vehicular traffic."
"Why don't you turn them into playgrounds with swimming pools?" suggested Kimmy.
"That's not a bad idea," smiled Lisa. "I'll bring it up at the meeting."
"What time do you expect to be home?" Mike asked.
"In time for supper."
"Let's eat out!" Karen exclaimed. "Let's have pizza!"
"Well, now, that sounds like a good idea!" Mike smiled. "What do you say?" he asked, turning to his wife.
"That sounds like a good idea to me," she smiled, winking at her golden-haired twins.
"With sausages...!" Kimmy exclaimed.
"And mushrooms...!" added Karen.
Their plans all made, the children went to their room to put on their denims. Their father helped them take their bikes out of the garage, and they were off to do their own errands.
"Bring back a quart of milk!" Lisa hollered after the twins.
"We will!" shouted Kimmy pedaling up the small hill that led to the house of their friend, Joan, who was going with them. Lisa did some light dusting, most of her heavy housework having been done during the week, so her weekends would be free, and then made initial preparations for an easy lunch for the children, and her husband.
Then, kissing her husband goodbye, she took the car, and went to her meeting. Mike spent the rest of the morning trimming hedges, and mowing his lovely, well-manicured lawn. Then he sat down in the back to wait for the twins. They would probably be back about two, before the real crowds started to swell the capacity of the supermarket. They could have a light lunch, and then....
Mike smiled and crossed his legs on the lounge sitting on the lawn in back, and drank his beer. He smiled and waited patiently, a cat sure of its prey.
He was dozing lightly, when the laughter and the light voices of the twins filtered through the golden dream he was having. In the dream, he was dancing, nude, with the twins and his wife, in a grassy meadow in a bright sun. The sun was shining down on him, when he opened his eyes. The smell of the freshly-mown grass was pungent in his nostrils, and the lust for his daughters was throbbing in his cock. He heard them opening the garage door, and heard the clatter of their bikes as they rested them in the back on their stands.
Mike lay on the lounge, his eyes closed, and listened to the children clatter up the back stairs. Then he heard the door swing open. He winced when he heard the creak. He'd have to oil the hinges. Soon enough, and he knew it would happen, he heard the door creak open again, and heard Karen's voice from inside the kitchen saying "He must be out on the lawn."
"Daddy," he heard Kimmy call. "Daddy?" Her voice was closer. Then her voice went to a higher-pitched note, as she called again, "Daddy? Where are you?"
"I'm hiding!" he said, in the lounge. The back of the lounge was facing the back door, and its back was broad enough to hide his figure, lying in it. He grinned and kept his eyes closed. Sure enough, he felt two soft hands placed over his eyes.
"Who is it?" the sweet voice sparkled in the warm autumn afternoon air. With his eyes closed, his cock throbbing painfully, Mike could envision the white skin, the startling blue eyes, and the almost platinum blonde hair of his daughter, sparkling in the late yellow sun.
"It's Kimmy," he laughed.
"No fair! You peeked, Daddy," Kimmy said, peering around his head and kissing him on the cheek.
"No I didn't!"
"Then how come you know it's me?"
"Because Karen has a lisp," said Mike, giving away one of his secrets for identifying the twins.
"Well, I'll just have to get a lisp, too," she said. "C'mon, Daddy. We're making lunch."
Mike made a pout. "Well, I don't know if I'm ready for lunch, yet." In fact, he was starved, and he was sure the kids were.
"Well, we are, and we're making it anyway. So c'mon!" Kimmy said again, yanking at her father's arm, to get him out of the lounge where he had been lazing.
With a brusque motion of his arm, he had tumbled Kimmy onto his lap. She landed on her belly, almost straight on top of him, and she made no attempt, as she giggled while her father tickled her, to remove her body from his.
Mike went crazy with the feel of the light, struggling body under him, the young blooming breasts pressed against his chest, her hips gyrating as he tickled her, against his turgid man meat. He winced as she jerked heavily, when he caught a particularly ticklish area.
"O.K., come one," he finally said, giving her a big squeeze.
"Can , we play together later, Daddy?" Kimmy asked, nuzzling into her father's neck.
"Play what?"
"Play loving!" Kimmy said. Mike broke out in a cold sweat as his desire coursed like a white-hot fire through him.
"Well, maybe-after lunch!" he husked, bringing his daughter's mouth up to his and kissing her briefly. Hand in hand, they walked into the kitchen, where Karen was cooking cheeseburgers. Mike went up to her and kissed her on her dimpled cheek.
"Daddy says we can play together later," Kimmy said, cutting up tomatoes and lettuce for a salad.
Karen smiled up at her adoring father, and hugged him, getting the grease from the spatula she was holding, on the back of his shirt. He squeezed her back, feeling a lump in his throat.
Today would be a good day, he thought, as he looked at the twins. Then again, he wondered. Were they too young? No, he thought, looking at their burgeoning, virginal bodies, their lithe waists, their full hips. They were ready all right. Ready, and ripe!
And he was going to pluck their fruit from them. He sat down and ate with a hearty appetite. They all went back for seconds. Six o'clock was a long time away, and they had a lovely afternoon to learn more about each other.
They cleaned up the dishes, and put them away, and then Karen had grabbed her father's arm. "Come on, Daddy, you promised. We want to play."
"We want to play like you and Mommy play," said Kimmy, starting down the long, cheerful hall, and bouncing up the stairs. By the time she got to the top of the stairs, she already had her blouse off, and was working on her jeans.
Karen wasn't far behind her. The little girls bounced into their bedroom, their clothes flying every which-way, and soon, they were both sitting, cross-legged, their swollen pink meat displaying their desire and their readiness. Mike stood for a moment in the doorway, watching them, his eyes raking their young, willing bodies. For just a moment, he grinned at his lovable little girls on the threshold of womanhood, as they sat on their little bed, wide-eyed and eager, waiting for him.
He felt his lust growing rampant, almost surly, in his raging loins, and willed the self-imposed frustration on himself. He slowly removed his shirt, shucking it, and leaving it on the floor where he dropped it. Then he removed his own denims. He wasn't wearing any shorts under it, and his cock bounced straight out from his loins.
"Daddy, does your cock have a bone in it?" asked Kimmy. Mike felt his cock lurch at the question.
"No, honey, just a lot of blood and gristle."
"Oh, it looks so big and hard and stiff."
He walked over to the bed, and towered over them for a moment, as he watched them through lust-bright eyes. Then he lay down on the bed, and the little girls were all over him.
"Well, can we, Daddy?" Karen asked.
"Can you what?" asked Mike, knowing damned well what the question was, and wanting to prolong the sweet agony as long as possible.
"Can we play like you and Mommy?"
"Well, if you want to, but it's going to be one at a time. I only have one of these, you know."
"Oh, Daddy!" Kimmy exclaimed. "We can see that!"
"Well, who first then?" The twins looked at each other, giggling.
"I know!" Kimmy exclaimed. "We do it like we do in soft ball. Top hand wins!"
The twins made a dive for Mike's erect, massive mauler. Kimmy got to the base of it first, with her left hand, and Karen's right hand was right over hers. That left a part of Kimmy's right hand, and that made her the winner.
"Ohhhh!" Karen husked, jumping up and down on the bed in good-natured disappointment. Kimmy eagerly lay down on her back, the position in which she had seen her mother fucked by her father. She lay there, looking across at her father, who was now on his side, leaning up on one elbow. Karen rolled over and lay on her side, leaning on an elbow too, with Kimmy in the middle. Karen started running her finger around one of Kimmy's tits, and Kimmy giggled as her nipple came to puckered, passionate life.
Mike, following Karen's lead took the other nipple, teasing it with his finger. Finally, he couldn't stand his self-imposed restraint any more, and he leaned down, taking the nipple into his mouth, and sucked on it. Kimmy gasped, and instinctively, her little knees bent up, exposing even more of her red, gleaming meat, which was glistening with her juices.
Mike ran his hand possessively over his daughter's belly, tickling her little belly button with his finger, gently. Then his hand ran down to her lightly-fuzzed pubic patch, and he teased the soft, fine hair, before running his finger gently over her swollen pink little girl meat.
Kimmy gasped at the erotic sensations all the attention was causing in her. Her sister's hand, kneading her nipple now was driving her crazy. Her father's mouth on her other tit was sending sharp, shivery sensations of pleasure running through her. And her very ready pussy was creaming in anticipation of feeling her father's big cock invading her virginal twat for the very first time.
She turned to her sister, and planted a big kiss on her sister's smiling mouth, and then she reached up, and pulled her father's sucking mouth up to hers. Her little tongue flicked in and out of his mouth, prying between his teeth, and then her little tongue made contact with Mike's tongue.
The fleshy contact made Mike's cock lurch to even greater life. His massive, throbbing cock lay across Kimmy's thigh, and one of Kimmy's hands came down to grasp it. The soft pressure of her hand increased the throbbing sensation, and Mike felt the pre-come forming on the piss slit. Kimmy rubbed the tip of her finger over the piss slit, spreading the pre-come over the head of his cock.
His finger was running up and down her swollen labia, and then, using his middle finger, he gently pried into her never-before-opened love channel. Kimmy gasped against his mouth, and he felt her little hips arch up, impaling more of the finger in her hungry quim.
The sensation of her creaming, sucking pussy against his finger drove Mike crazy. He had to have her, and she was ready, and he might as well take her now. His heart was pounding heavily in his chest, causing his ears to ring. He could hear Kimmy moaning, and he could hear the excited breathing of Karen, who was still caressing her sister, and watching what was going on.
Mike straddled across his daughter's writhing loins, and bracing his hands beside her shoulders, he placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy.
He almost came right then and there, as he felt the first contact of his hot, dripping cock head against her hot, creaming hole. He pushed gently, but firmly, and Kimmy gasped, her head pressing back into the pillow as she felt her little cunt being stretched for the first time by her father's cock.
"Ohhh, Daddy, it feels wonderfuuuulll....!" she moaned gutturally, and her hips, as if to prove that she meant what she said, arched up sharply.
Gasping with pleasure, Mike felt her motion push his huge passion engorged cock head entirely into her pussy. Again he had to resist the urge to come immediately, as he felt her hot, creaming pussy walls throbbing against his pulsing pecker. He pushed some more, spreading her pussy wide open, and as he pushed in, Kimmy pushed up, helping him to pierce her deeply.
Kimmy was moaning deeply with the incredible, almost unbearable pleasure she was feeling, as she felt her father's hot, powerful prick open up her womanhood for the first time. She winced, as she felt her father's advancing prick strike an obstacle. There was a short, sharp stinging sensation, and Kimmy felt a gush of liquid. Then her father was balls-deep into her, "his hairy groin pressed against her spread, wide-open muff.
Then he began rubbing her excited pussy walls with his cock, pulling his cock partially out and putting it back in again, slowly at first, and then with increasing speed. With each motion of his cock, the fires in Kimmy's loins burned brighter.
Mike had broken out into a copious sex sweat, which was pouring off his body, and dripping onto Kimmy's body, which was trembling with passion and pleasure. In and out Mike's cock moved, as Kimmy's pussy gushed with the juices of her lust, which was growing with more and more intensity, as her father struck sparks from her eager and willing cunt.
Instinctively, Kimmy was matching his downward strokes, with an upward rhythm of her own, as she humped her hips up into her father's powerful, hairy groin. She could feel her father's balls slapping against her little ass cheeks as she humped up, and the feeling was nice, and tickly as his hairs scratched her lightly. Her pussy cream was flowing like a waterfall, coating her father's cock, lubricating its passage in and out of his daughter's cunt.
She could feel it gushing out of her love hole on his out-thrusts, trickling down her ass cheeks, giving her a pleasant tickling sensation.
In the meantime, Karen was now sucking on Kimmy's tits, first one and then the other. Kimmy threw her arms over her head, and grasped the posts of the bed, and held on for dear life. This was a ride like none she had ever had before.
Kimmy and Karen had a great love for roller coasters, and this ride was better than dozens of roller coast rides, all rolled into one. Her head felt as if it were on fire, and melting, as her passion rose. Her pussy felt incredibly stuffed as her father's cock plowed in and out of her fertile love channel. And as Kimmy abandoned herself to her passion, her hips became wild, driving up into her father's groin with greater and greater speed. She shot up onto his cock as if she couldn't get enough of it, ground her hips lewdly into his, spreading her pussy lips even wider, and coating her lather's pubic hairs with her gooey cream.
Her father was getting off on it, incredibly. His own hips became a blur of motion as he ground into his daughter's cunt. Gone were all thoughts of gentleness. Gone was all fear of hurting her, or doing some damage to her young insides. Kimmy was indeed ready for the fucking her father was giving her. Her pussy pulsed wildly against his throbbing cock. Her cuntal muscles were squeezing the gism right out of him. He could feel his balls churning up their load, felt the pressure in his groin as his come roared in his balls like a raging beast, seeking its lair.
And the lair was Kimmy's womanhood.
As Kimmy grew wilder and wilder, pinned to her father's cock, pinned to the bed by her father's weight, Mike felt the first flow of his hot juices pouring up his shaft. Kimmy gasped as she felt the first gush of her father's spunk coating the walls of her already very wet pussy. The warm liquid assault of her father's love juices triggered her own climax, and she came with monumental gushes of cream, which poured out of her, pooling on the bed under her buttocks. She came with great, violent spasms, such as she had never felt before, as her father's cock rammed home again and again, driving her crazy with delight.
She kept coming, long after her father had shot his last wad into her. He remained erect, leaving his cock .still in her pussy, letting her writhe and hump up into him, until she had exhausted the pulsing pleasure of her passion. Then with a huge sigh of bliss, she relaxed. She body turned soft, and sweet in her father's arms, and he put his arms around her and hugged her tightly, savoring the sweet softness of her still shivering body, as she lay, blissfully relaxed in his powerful arms.
Then he planted a big kiss on her mouth, and watched her smiling up at him, adoringly. He held her closely for a long time, until the last after-spasms of her orgasm had subsided, and then he pulled his stillerect cock out of her quivering pussy with a plopping noise.
Karen was lying on her back, her knees raised, and her beautiful, pink, swollen passion flower was in full view. Mike smiled as he moved over to his twin daughter, ready to deflower her as he had deflowered Kimmy. Karen raised her arms up to him, in a welcoming gesture as old as the first man and woman.
Mike felt the slightly banked fires of his passion roar again to quickened life. He didn't need time to get ready for Kimmy. His cock lurched to full and powerful readiness, as he watched Karen, so eager that her hips were already instinctively humping toward his cock, which was gleaming with the combined juices of his and Kimmy's orgasm.
"Ohhh, hurry, Daddy, hurry! Make me feel like you did before. Hurry. It aches!" she said, her hips writhing in lewd eagerness to feel her father's cock in her own cunt.
Kimmy, bloated with pleasure from her recent orgasm, and her still-tingling pussy leaned over to suck on her sister's tits, as Karen had done to her.
"Oh, you'll love it. It feels so wonderful!" she husked, as she took one of her sister's nipples in her mouth, and started sucking on it. Karen was beside herself with desire. Her own passion had been exaggerated to a wild degree from watching her father fuck Kimmy. The sight had driven her almost delirious with desire.
She was writhing all over the bed, and Mike had to hold her shoulders down, as he positioned his cock at the entrance to her flowing cunt.
"Well, hold still, so I can get it in!" he barked, laughing at her eagerness.
"Oh. Daddy, hurry, please. Ira dying for it!" Mike, still laughing at her youthful enthusiasm, finally threw his whole weight on top of her, to quiet her motions. Then he pushed his cock against the dripping love hole that was aching for his cock. The feeling of his cock against her pussy caused Karen to gasp. She was quiet for a moment, feeling this strange, new feeling. His cock felt so big, and so beautiful, and so strong against her throbbing aching hole. She closed her eyes, and relaxed as her father pushed his hot man meat into her. She almost fainted with ecstasy, as she felt the huge, hot mauler stretching her pussy walls wide for the first time.
Her face flushed with passion, and pleasure, as she felt the cock head plop into her ready and willing cunt. Her pussy juices welled up in her, flowing down over her father's cock, as he pushed steadily in, deeper and deeper. Karen was squealing with delight.
Again her father encountered the now familiar obstacle of his daughter's cherry. Karen was not about to let a small thing like a hymen get in her way. As her father's cock head hit the delicate membrane and stopped, Karen, her cunt aching to be plowed, wanting it desperately without any hindrance whatsoever, hunched up sharply, helping her father to break it.
His progress after that was steady and unhindered, as he stretched his daughter's cuntal walls wide, stuffing her incredibly with his massive cock. He plowed straight through to the deepest recesses of her little loving pussy, and stopped only when he felt his balls slapping against the soft skin of her ass cheeks. Karen was making tight little circles with her hips against her father's cock, trying to cover every inch of her hot, eager woman maw with the stiff, hot pole that was stuffing her so beautifully.
She buried her face in her father's neck, and almost gasped as she felt her father pull his cock out to the tip. She smiled with pleasure as she felt it thrust in again, all the way to the top of her pussy. Each time he slammed home, deep in her cunt, she felt a wave of pleasure spreading through her belly. Her pussy juices were flowing copiously, and wave after wave of sweet, aromatic girl cream was flowing over her father's cock, making it wet and sticky, and making his rubbing of her inner woman flesh more and more sensual. She ground her hips up into his humping, hairy groin, pushing more and more of his man meat into her. She could have lived like this forever, she thought, as she felt her father's prick sensually stimulating her heated cunt to a roaring flame of passion.
Her pussy seemed to suck at his cock, the eager, inflamed muscles almost grabbing at it as the long, throbbing shaft pulled out, and then gulping it back in like another mouth, as he pushed it back in again.
Mike thrust in and out of his daughter's teeming twat again and again. He felt her cuntal muscles squeezing in rippling motions against his cock, felt the incredible stimulation of her very tight cunt, as he pushed in and out of her tender, sweet snatch. He closed his eyes, and drove all other thoughts out of his head, but the thought of his cock plowing through his virginal daughter's cunt.
They were his children, his by birth, and now his by the most undeniable act of possession a man can perform. His cock was a raging beast as it laid waste his daughter's cunt. He felt Karen writhing wildly under him, like a mad woman, felt the heat of her desire in her pussy, felt her cream pouring like a sweet balm over his enraged, lust-crazy cock.
Her breath was coming in quick, light, shallow gasps against his neck, where she had buried her head. Her little hands were grasping at him wildly, her little fingernails raking over his skin, as her hips swiveled up lasciviously onto his cock. Her appetite seemed insatiable, as her little pussy ground furiously up and down her father's cock.
The soft, wet rubbing of flesh on flesh sent sparks of ecstasy flying through both of them. Their moans were' an erotic serenade that spelled lust run wild, and pleasure found. The two undulated madly against each other, their bodies glued together by need, love, and lust, all combined in an erotic and wild melee of emotion that drove them both crazy.
Even in the fulfillment of their desire, they found new sparks of lust, new longing, and as they discovered each other's body, they both realized how very much they loved each other, and in that love lay their longing.
Karen felt her orgasm tripping over her like a crazy drunken madwoman on an alcoholic spree, the kind who acts for all the world as if the whole earth were her oyster, and everyone was her friend.
She felt her climax rumbling pleasantly in her belly, spreading waves of warmth that increased with the friction of her father's cock against her striving pussy walls. Each thrust of her father's cock sent a spiralling pleasure ripping through her little body.
The pleasure was so intense that she felt as if her body were going to explode, and shatter her in a million pieces. There was no fear in the thought, she was so far gone into ecstasy. She knew only anticipation and the wild, wet, fleshy delights of copulation. Her mind, in her transport of passion had lost all ability to discriminate between objects, and there was no way in her mind that she could separate her body from that of her father's. There was no way she could divide cock and cunt into two separate entities.
There was only the fiery pleasure of her lust, consummated on her father's cock, melding the two, making them one. In the back of her mind she was also aware of her sister Kimmy who was still sucking on her nipples furiously, driving pleasure from the upper portion of her body down, as her father's cock was driving pleasure from the bottom portion of her body up, and they met, a delicious vortex in the middle of her gut, sending her off into a mind-bending, gut-wracking orgasm that leaped through her body and flew through her throat, causing her to scream in anguished pleasure, as the climax hit her mind and caused her to black out.
But she did not lose consciousness before she had felt the rippling in her gut peak to an intensity that would have caused her to throw herself off the bed in her ecstasy, if her father's heavy body had not held her down. She thrashed crazily all over the bed, her body pressing heavily into her father's body, pressing down into hers, trying to push herself right into her father, to become one with him.
His cock was driving her to a delirium of pleasure, the heat throwing waves of bliss through her. Finally, as her orgasm peaked madly, a wild orgasm, of a strength and duration she had never experienced, and never thought possible, she did collapse suddenly, and faint. And even in her sleep, she felt the ineluctable thrusts of her father's cock as he came, grinning at the delirium that had shot her, momentarily beyond the world.
He wasn't particularly worried about her. Her passion had been intense right from the beginning, and he had kept her waiting long past her passionate prime. Her very eagerness before he had even impaled her on his powerful prick told him that her orgasm would be an exceptionally violent one. So he reached his own orgasm, feeling the come churning in his balls, feeling his balls contract and throw the gism up through his shaft and deep, deep into his daughter's womanhood.
He lost his own mind temporarily in the delicious insanity of orgasm, as he filled his daughter's belly with wave after wave of spunk, which he could feel trickling down her pussy walls, combining with her own cream of passion, and then trickling out of her hole, and down onto the sheets beneath them.
He looked down to watch the lewd joining of his flesh and blood with his daughter's cunt, which was created from his own seed which he was now pumping into her.
The very thought sent him mad with pleasure and love, and he, too, almost blacked out from the strength of his orgasm. It was a massive climax for Mike, too, and as he shot the last of his spunk into his daughter, he realized as he collapsed on top of her trembling, but quite still body, that she was still climaxing. He could feel the rhythmic contraction of her pussy muscles against his cock as it shrunk slowly in her sweet little meadow of passion.
His daughters, he thought, as he lay there, with one arm thrown around Kimmy who had cuddled up to the exhausted pair, were something else! Fabulous cock suckers and even better lays. Just like his wife.
The thought of his wife rang a bell in his mind. He looked up at the digital alarm clock on the night table between the twins' beds. It was almost six.
"Hey, kids," he said, "let's get going. Mommy will be home in a little while, and we're going out to supper."
Kimmy got up quickly, and padded to the bathroom quickly, grinning down at her still blissfully unconscious sister. Both of them had experienced orgasms with each other sufficiently intense, to feel the slight faintness that comes with intensity, so Kimmy, seeing her sister's flushed face, and the silly-assed grin which lit her lovely features, knew that she had just experienced the ultimate ecstasy, at least for the time. Both twins were all for bigger and better things, and Kimmy had a feeling that sex got better as you practiced it.
Karen moaned under her father, and her hips resumed their humping motions. "Enough's enough, Karen. Come on, honey, wake up. Time to get up."
"More, Daddy, more," she whispered, her hips picking up speed. Mike winced as he felt his cock lurch slightly at the sucking motions her pussy was making. She could very well turn out to be the most beautiful nymphomaniac in the world, but Mike, at this point, given the imminent return of his wife, decided that she should learn her first lesson in self-control.
He pulled out of her, reluctantly, slowly, but finally. The loss of her father's cock in her still spastic snatch was shock enough to wake Karen up fully.
"Daddy! I'm not finished. I want more!" she said, wrapping her lovely, swan-like arms around his bull-like neck.
"Oh, yes we are finished, pet. At least for the moment, he said, struggling to free himself from her embrace. "It's almost time for supper. Come on. Kimmy's already in the shower."
"Mmmmm...!" husked Karen, as she struggled to a sitting position. Then she heaved a big sigh, stretched, and headed out the door. Mike looked down at the sheets on the bed, and realized that he was going to have to do a laundry. To cover up the fact that it was only one set of sheets, he collected towels, and the sheets from the other bed, and assorted laundry from the hamper in the bathroom, and went down to the laundry room, nude, to start the washing.
Then he went up to share the shower with his twins. The three of them, working quickly, managed to put a new set of sheets on the bed. It was just six o'clock, when Mike, fully dressed, went down to the basement to put the laundry in the dryer. The children finished making the bed, and came down to have some milk, and wait for their mother.
At quarter past six, Lisa James pulled into the driveway, and honked the horn. That was the signal for Mike, and the twins to come out.
They tripped down over the back porch stairs, in high spirits, and got into the back seat of the car, hugging their mother, who had moved over to the passenger side of the car, in order to let Mike drive.
"Well," Mike said, getting in and kissing his gorgeous wife. "Do we get new parking lots or not?"
"No, Daddy, playgrounds...!" exclaimed Karen.
"With swimming pools," Kimmy smiled, squirming in her seat. Her cunt felt like there was a very nice, velvety soft potato up there. She looked at Karen and grinned.
"You get neither. Mrs. Appleby has got the Reverend Michaels to buy up one huge vacant lot. His church is very wealthy, and they were looking for space to build a nursing home."
"Nuts!" Mike said.
"I wouldn't talk like that if I were you," smiled Lisa, leaning into her husband, as they started off for their pizza. "We aren't going to be young long."
"Oh, you'll be young forever," said Karen, smiling at her beautiful parents.
"No parking lot?" Mike pouted, mockingly.
"No parking lots. We've decided to get local businessmen to put buildings on every one of the lots. That way, we'll build up the community and encourage people to nest here."
"No swimming pool!" husked Karen.
"Well, Karen, I guess we'll have to keep swimming at the lakes," Kimmy sighed.
The family ate two large pizzas, with everything on it. Lisa marvelled at their appetites, and was pleased. There was nothing in the world so good as having a good and loving family, she thought, as she watched them dig in voraciously. But even better than that, she smiled, as she nibbled on a piece of pizza, was having a good and loving family with a healthy appetite!
CHAPTER EIGHT
The warm autumn days turned crisp as it traveled toward winter. And the family thrived in their loving ways. Both parents, unknown to each other, as the twins loyally kept their promises to each one about not telling the other, made free with their golden goddesses. The twins were happy and high spirited. They had always felt loved, but never more so than now. It was approaching Hallowe'en, and the twins were discussing what kind of costumes to wear for a party they were going to have for their little chums.
"What about Delilah?" asked Kimmy, of Karen.
"Naaaahhh, that's too common. Most of the girls will probably come as Delilah or Salome. They always do."
"That's true," Kimmy responded, as Lisa and Mike, finishing up coffee and dessert, listened to them.
"Well, why do you have to be girls?" Mike asked, grinning at the golden beauties who appeared to be growing up right in front of his eyes.
"Well, Daddy, we are girls!" Kimmy cried, looking at him with offended dignity and pride.
"That goes without saying, honey. But this is a costume party. Why don't you be something different, say some famous man in history, or a famous building...!"
"How can you be a building, Daddy?" asked Kimmy, screwing up her face in puzzlement.
"Yes, Mike," Lisa teased. "I'd like to know the answer to that one. How do you be a building?"
"Well, you get some carboard, and you paint the building on all sides, and then you stick it on a frame of sticks, with straps to hang it on your shoulders, and then you make two holes where you paint the windows, so you can see out of it."
Karen and Kimmy looked at each other, and both of them pulled their psychic act, which never failed to raise the hackles on their parents' heads.
"The World Trade Center Twin Towers," they both said, looking at each other, simultaneously.
"Well, why not?" said Lisa, shrugging her shoulders, from wonder rather than indifference.
"Yeah, I mean you are twins, even if it is hard to tell...!" Mike James laughed.
"Yes, I'm teasing you!" he said, his cock lurching with affection for the three beautiful women in his life. He would have liked to ravish all of them, right there on the dining room table.
Lisa, watching her handsome husband and her two children was also creaming in her pants. The sight of the gorgeous, loving twins, and her tall dark husband turned her on, and libidinous thoughts rolled through her teeming brain. She saw her two beautiful twins in the arms of their father, and wished with all her heart that she could manage it.
The twins retired to their room to think about their costumes, and to ponder another problem they had. How to get their parents together in their bed. Well, maybe not their beds, which would be too small, but maybe the whole family in the big king-sized bed that their parents slept in.
"Well, maybe we should speak to Daddy and Mommy about it, the next time we play," suggested Kimmy.
"Yeah," Karen said, rubbing the side of her straight little nose, "but we promised them both we wouldn't tell either of them."
"But we don't have to say we know anything. All we have to do is ... what's the word Mommy used?"
"Seduce. Yes, that's what we have to do," said Karen, her lovely thighs exposed, as she squatted down, looking for a record to put on the record player.
Kimmy plunked down on the bed. She had a book in her hand, and was marking the place where she had left off reading. Both girls had decided to go on a self-improvement course, and were currently reading everything they could get their hands on. Of course, their reading was highly eclectic. Kimmy was reading "Don Quixote." Karen was in the middle of "A History of the Rennaissance," with a little help from her bemused mother and father, because she had trouble with a lot of the words.
"Put on a sexy record, Karen," said Kimmy, rolling over on her stomach, and propping the book up on her pillow. "Maybe it will give us some inspiration."
"O.K. How about ... The Doors?"
"Nah, too noisy."
"King Crimson...?" Karen was pawing through their extensive record collection.
"Nooo ... what about that record we took yesterday from Mommy and Daddy's collection?"
"Oh!" Karen reached over toward the end of the record rack, and picked out one of their parents' mood records, which they used for parties. The children had heard it at the last dinner party and were fascinated with the music. Their mother had lent it to them, to listen to.
"Debussey," Karen said, struggling a little with the name.
"Yeah ... that's the one," said Kimmy, putting her soft, sweet cheek on the open page of the book. Karen put the record on, and then went to sit beside her sister. She was caressing her sister's back.
"Don't do that, Karen."
"Why?" asked Karen, bewildered.
"Because when you touch me like that I can't think how to seduce Mommy and Daddy together. I just think of seducing you."
Karen giggled, and lay down beside her sister. She reached up onto the night table for her own massive tome, and opened it. The children had their own beds, but even when they studied, they tended to share the same seat. Their need for physical closeness was now intensified by their sexual relationship, and the new dimension that had been added by their physical gratification with their parents.
Karen started to read. She was two paragraphs into her reading when she suddenly gasped, and looked up at Kimmy, who was still lying on her book, listening to the music.
"Kimmy!"
"What?" asked Kimmy jerking her head up to look at her sister. "It's easy!"
"What is?"
"Seducing Mommy and Daddy."
"How?"
"We catch them in bed together!"
Kimmy gasped at the simplicity of it all. If they came in while their parents were making love, which was frequently, they could watch them, which delighted the twins, who had been spying on them since they caught them the first time, and if their parents were as transported with passion, as their parents caused the twins to be, it would be easy to insinuate themselves into the couple, making a happy fouFsome, a happy family, sharing the same bed, and the same lusty privileges and pleasures.
Kimmy grinned, almost lewdly as she thought of it. "O.K. When?"
"As soon as possible," Karen sang, grinning, and going back to her book, for the time being.
"Tonight, then," said a determined Kimmy.
"O.K.," Karen said. "Tonight."
At their proper bedtime, the children got into bed, and turned out their light. They waited with bated breath, waited to hear the sound of their parents' footsteps treading softly up the stairs.
"What if they don't tonight?" Kimmy asked, cuddled in Karen's arms.
"Well, they always are when we peek," Karen said, matter-of-factly.
"True," Kimmy said, her anxiety somewhat allayed. She was creaming in her pants at the thought of making love to both her parents at the same time, and having them return that love which overflowed her generous little heart.
Karen was thinking the same thing, as she rubbed her pussy, absent-mindedly.
Her pussy was aching to taste more of her father's cock, and her body was hungry for the soft touch of her mother's flesh against her own. Karen and Kimmy, thinking the same thoughts, found consolation by embracing each other, pressing their young, sweet bodies into each other.
Their mouths sought out and found each other, and their tongues met wetly, flicking lightly against each other. Their pussies humped into each other's pussy. They were like mirror images of each other. Their hands groped gently and eagerly over each other's bodies, their breasts pressed together, their nipples puckering with the passion that was growing in them.
Karen rolled over on top of Kimmy, pressing her muff heavily into her sister's cunt. She could feel her pussy lips spreading with the pressure of her cunt on her sister's. She could feel her sister's muff spreading, welcoming her touch wetly. The feeling of her sister's wet muff on hers was causing ripples of warm pleasure to flow through her.
Kimmy moaned under her sister's weight, undulating her body sensuously against her sister's soft flesh. Their tongues were glued wetly together, as they breathed into each other's mouth. Kimmy lifted her legs, and twined them around her sister's long, sweet legs, opening her pussy further to her sister's sensuous stimulation.
Both the twins were breathing heavily, and their whole bodies throbbed with passion and love for each other. Their humping motions became heavier and heavier, as their lust grew to white-hot intensity. The present moment was obliterated as they fell into each other's lust and passion, and buried themselves in the soft, wet pleasure of the moment.
Their little breasts were striking sparks of passion as their nipples puckered under the rubbing that the well-matched tits were giving each other. Karen ran her hands over her sister's arms, as Kimmy embraced her, and Kimmy's soft, sweet fingernails were scratching in delicious little rills down her sister's writhing back.
The room was redolent with the smell of their pussy juices as they drove each other to a wild climax. Kimmy's legs, locked around her sister's trembled, and their grasp tightened, as Karen's little, softly fuzzed muff ground around and around her sister's wet, spread open muff.
Karen's clitoris was quivering with pleasure, as her sister's wet muff stimulated it, driving it to the intensity of orgasm. Both girls clutched each other tightly, as they felt their orgasm building in intensity. They both moaned into each other's mouth, as their pussy creams poured out of their soft little twats, the juices blending, and pouring down onto the bed.
Karen felt the fire of climax burning first, deep in her belly. She arched her hips heavily into her sister's quivering quim, her buttocks a blur of motion, as she humped harder and faster, her loins swiveling lewdly and with abandon into Kimmy's pussy.
Kimmy responded by increasing her humping tempo, as she felt her own pussy muscles clench together with pleasure, shooting lightning like sparks of ecstasy through her body. Behind her closed eyelids, there were fireworks going off in slow motion, reds blending with golds, and then fading into greens and blues, and purples, in wild geometric patterns, as her orgasm rose higher and higher. Both twins were covered with sweat as their passion rose, heating their wildly thrashing bodies, as their orgasms melted them into one another.
Kimmy felt as if she were all cunt, as her pussy muscles contracted in delicious spasms that gripped her belly and turned her into a gaping hungry maw of sexual delirium that was insatiable.
She never got enough of her sister, and it was enough to inflame her further, to know that her sister never got enough of her. She hugged Karen tighter, as Karen twisted and gyrated over Kimmy's trembling body, meeting every thrust of her arching hips with a downward thrust of her own.
They almost screamed out loud as their orgasms peaked, and they rolled back and forth on the bed, bruising each other with the violence of their humping. They were scratching each other as they gripped each other's soft flesh. Their passion seemed to become more and more intense every time they made love, and the quality of their orgasms had altered since they had made love with their mother and father.
The spasms rippling through their young tender bodies subsided gradually, leaving a golden glow of after-pleasure which filled their bodies, relaxing them, and making them feel closer and more intimate than they had ever felt.
In many respects they were indeed growing up, but their sexual development was taking long strides, due to the tender coaching of their parents. Their father was teaching them the value of the love that a man would one day have for them, and their mother was teaching them the true intimacy of women, and she knew, even more than their sexually gifted father, how to strike the sparks of pleasure from their body.
No man knows a woman's body as another woman does, and Lisa James was skilled at teaching her children how to extract the last iota of pleasure from their young and blossoming womanhood. And they were learning how to give as well as to get.
Their basic loving nature demanded that their parents get together with them. They were not sneaky children, and didn't like leaving either parent out of the fun, when they were playing with either mother or father.
Gasping heavily, trying to fill their passion-tortured lungs with air, they clung for a long time to each other, striving to get even closer than they had been.
As they lay there, normalizing their breathing, they heard the stairs creak, and knew that their parents were going to bed. The twins could hear the soft murmur of their parents' voices, as they talked to one another.
They heard Mike James laugh out loud, that rich deep basso laugh of his that thrilled the hearts of his three women equally, and they heard the light titter of Lisa James's laugh, and then a quick "Shhhh ... the children, Mike," as she tried to shush him.
"The children...." they heard Mike husk. "I wish the children were coming to bed with us."
Karen and Kimmy stared wide-eyed at each other, their eyes registering their surprise as they realized what their father wished. They heard the door to their parents' bedroom close behind Mike and Lisa, and lay for awhile, waiting, and contemplating what their father wanted.
"But he said we shouldn't tell Mommy."
"He didn't tell Mommy," said Karen, in answer to Kimmy's statement. "All he said was he'd like to."
"Do you suppose Mommy feels the same way?"
"I don't know," said Karen. "I wish...."
"Yeah, I do, too."
"Well, we're gonna have our wish tonight, if we do it right."
"Seduce them, you mean," Kimmy said, making their topic of conversation erotically specific.
"Yes, seduce them," Karen verified.
Kimmy suddenly sat bolt upright in bed. "You know something, Karen?"
"What?" asked Karen, running her hand down her sister's back, and teasing her sister's ass crack.
"They seduced us, didn't they?"
"I don't know. I wanted them to be with us, didn't you?"
"Well, yes, but we didn't go to their bed, and jump in. They came to our bed and jumped in."
"Yes, well, soooo...?" drawled Karen, also sitting up, trying to get at what Kimmy was saying.
"Yes, so, if they can do it to us, we don't have to go around sneaking. All we have to do is walk in and ask. Right?"
Karen grinned. She hadn't even thought of it. There was nothing they couldn't tell their parents. So why couldn't they just go in and say they wanted to share the bed with them. That they loved them, just as much as they knew their parents loved them, and there was no reason why any of them should sleep apart.
"You know something, Kimmy? You're right!" said Karen, throwing off the covers they had pulled over themselves when their sex sweat had started cooling on their bodies. "Let's go."
"O.K.!" Kimmy affirmed, getting out of bed.
The two gorgeous twins left their room, and walked down the hall. There was a moment's silent pause outside, while they gathered their courage, and then they knocked on the door.
The twins heard the rustle of sheets, and then the voice of their father. "What is it?"
"Daddy," said Karen, "we wanta come in!" Her voice was slightly higher pitched than usual, due to her slight nervousness. After all, neither of them was sure of the reception they'd get.
"Come in, then, come in," their father said.
Kimmy put her hand boldly on the door, and opened it. Then she and her sister stepped into the room. Their parents were lying, obviously nude, under the covers. Karen and Kimmy could tell, from the pointed tent in the sheet, that their father was hot-to-trot, and they smiled.
"Well, what is it?" asked Lisa, who had looked briefly at her husband, and was now looking at her twins with a sultry look in her eyes.
"We wanna go to bed with you, Mommy and Daddy," said Kimmy boldly, although she blanched a little at her own temerity.
Again Lisa looked at her husband, who returned the look. Karen could see her mother's hand, under the sheet, stealing down to her pussy. She wanted to look at that pussy so badly, to taste it, to feel her mother's mouth on her own pussy. Her own snatch gushed cream as her desire for her parents flooded her.
Kimmy walked over to the bed, and looked down, longingly at her mother and father. Both parents looked again at each other, and then broke up laughing. Mike sat up, and reached out his hands for his hot-to-trot daughter Karen, while Lisa James reached up and pulled Kimmy down into the bed with er.
Mother and Father had quickly disrobed their gorgeous progeny, and were fondling them and each other in no time at all. Then they snuggled their children under the sheets with them. The four of them lay, laughing and talking and fondling each other, loving each other, for a long time, enjoying the new-found closeness and the more precious way they had found to express their love for each other.
Karen crawled down under the bed, and found her father's cock. Mike jumped as he felt his daughter's mouth on his raging prick, felt her soft, sweet mouth sucking the gism out of him, as she did so well.
Kimmy had crawled down under the covers, to sniff her mother's sweet snatch, and to taste her mother's pussy juices. Mr. and Mrs. James looked at each other lovingly, and gave each other a long, wet kiss, as their genitals were stimulated by their two little daughters.
They were all going to have their way. All their wishes were going to come true. They were truly a happy family, and as the twins lay tangled in the sheets, and sprawled on the warm, vibrating limbs of their parents, they were both happy.
They had a long, happy life to look forward to, with lots of humping, and all the loving in the world that anyone could wish for!
In the meantime, all thoughts of the future were obliterated, as the happy foursome enjoyed the physical expression of love which they had so recently found.
"Mmmm...!" moaned Karen, as her mouth pumped up and down on her father's raging rammer. Mike went crazy at the touch of his daughter's mouth running wetly up and down his throbbing cock. His tongue flicked in and out of Lisa's mouth. Lisa threw her arms around her beloved husband, and gasped against his mouth, as she felt Kimmy's tongue flick out tentatively, teasing her clitoris.
As Mike and Lisa lost themselves in their loving kiss, Kimmy and Karen went crazy on their parents' genitals. They had what they wanted at last, a humpy, happy, crazy foursome, and all the love they could ever wish for.
Karen was licking her father's cock as if it were a lollipop, making lewd, wet noises that caused Mike's cock to jerk in Karen's mouth. Karen took more and more of her father's massive cock into her mouth, her glottal muscles undulating sensuously against the throbbing sides of his raging dick.
Her own pussy was creaming madly, but Karen was growing up. She was beginning to learn just how sweet frustration is, especially when the hope of fulfillment is near. She threw one leg out and contacted Kimmy's bare leg under the covers. She took her mouth off her father's cock long enough to observe Kimmy. whose head was now bobbing up and down on her mother's creaming muff. Kimmy was turning Karen on, and the two of them paused in their loving labors long enough to smile at each other.
Then they went back to their sweet labor of bringing their parents off. Lisa was moaning against Mike's mouth which was covering hers. Their tongues made wet fucking motions against each other, as their daughter's incited their lust to mad riot.
Karen was adoring her father's cock in the best way she knew. Her little head bobbed up and down furiously under the sheets. She could feel her father's cock jerking against her soft little mouth, and she smiled, as she felt his legs starting to thrash around on the bed. His hips humped lasciviously up into her mouth, as her mouth sucked more and more of her father's cock in. His humping motions were driving his cock deeper and deeper down her throat. With one final, impulsive lunge, she captured all of his cock.
She swallowed hard against the throbbing shaft, loving the feel of it pressing her throat walls wide. She felt as if she could come, right then and there, as she bobbed up and down the incredible length of Mike's cock.
Kimmy was enjoying the same delights with her mother. Her little tongue went crazy in her mother's muff. She ran her tongue, wildly in circles around her mother's burgeoning clitoris, feeling her mother's hips arch up into her mouth. Lisa's pussy lips pouted, swollen with passion, and spread, revealing more and more of her glistening pink meat to Kimmy's tongue.
Kimmy ran her tongue up and down the swollen sweet folds of her mother's tumesent twat, stopping with each down-thrust of her tongue to lap up the cream gushing from her mother's sweet hole. Kimmy stiffened her tongue, and then thrust it into Lisa's hole. She heard her mother gasp, felt her pussy trembling with the lustful ecstasy her practiced little tongue was driving through her mother's pleasure-ridden body.
Mike and Lisa embraced passionately, kissing wildly, their lips glued together, knowing that between their legs, playing with their most secret parts, their daughters were driving them both to a frenzy. Mike's hands sought out his wife's incredibly beautiful tits, and he kneaded her nipples between his hot and lusting thumb and forefinger. Again Lisa's body stirred with pleasure. Her hands were groping all over her husband's body.
They had never felt like this, since the first night of their honeymoon. They were embracing wildly, passionately, their lips glued together, their hands running ecstatically over their titillated, hot flesh, and their two daughters lay between their legs, bringing them off in the most incredible manner they had ever known.
They had never felt so close, so sensually allied, so abandoned to the powerful sexual impulses of their bodies. In a way, it was like being liberated all over again. It was like falling in love all over again. It was like being re-introduced to their two incredibly beautiful daughters.
Mike and Lisa broke their kiss to look Jong and lovingly into each other's eyes. Their, hands caressed their faces, and the lust in their eyes grew doubly bright as they thought of the dessert after this fantastic meal. That dessert would be their own sweet daughters.
Underneath the covers, Karen was giving Mike a hum job. Mike again pressed his lips to his wife's, again his hands sought out her quivering, lust-soaked flesh, as he felt his impending orgasm. His balls were churning in Karen's cupping hands. She had been playing with them, hefting them to feel their weight and mass, tickling them, scratching the surface of them with her soft little fingernail.
She could feel them contract, feel the difference in the quality of the way they felt, and she knew he was going to come at any minute.
Her legs were still resting across Kimmy's legs, and she was delighting in the warm sensation of feeling her sister's flesh against her quivering flesh. She could tell from the tremor in Kimmy's legs, that her sister's feelings mirrored her own-as usual.
Karen felt Mike's cock lurch powerfully in her pumping, sucking mouth, and then she felt the first gush of his gjsm pouring down her throat. Her head became a blur of motion as she pumped up and down on his cock, as his shaft threw wad after wad of his liquid manhood into her belly. She swallowed madly, not wanting to waste a drop of her father's precious cream. And she didn't. She was very proud of herself, as she felt his cream gushing down her sucking throat. It tasted wonderful to her, the thick, musky-smelling, salty tasting gism of her father. Her head bobbed up and down rapidly, as Mike's cock shot out incredible loads of his spunk.
And he knew as he kissed and caressed his wife, that she was swallowing all of it, gulping it all down into her young, sweet stomach. The very fact that it was his daughter's mouth which had brought him to his fantastic climax only increased the libidinous pleasure he. was feeling.
As his cock spewed its juices into his daughter's throat, Mike felt Lisa clutch hirn spastically, and knew that she was beginning to come, too. He held on to her for dear life, clasping her tightly to him, his mouth still covering hers, burying her sweet, moist rosebud mouth in his wide, wet, warm, lustful oral cavern.
She felt Lisa moaning into his mouth, and the vibrations of his orgasm, melded with the pleasurable vibrations of his wife's passion against his mouth drove him crazy.
Kimmy had increased the speed of her lewd lapping of her mother's cunt, as she sensed the first waves of her mother's climax spreading through her pussy. Kimmy's pussy was tingling with anticipation. She knew that her parents would reward her labors with equal pleasure, and the very thought of what was in store for her and her cock-sucking sister was enough to increase her efforts to please her mother.
Her mother's legs were thrashing around wildly, and then she saw her father throw one of his strong, lean, hairy legs over her mother's legs, under the covers. She sensed the possessive gesture in the pit of her stomach which did crazy flip-flops, as her father's legs pinned her mother's trembling legs to the bed, allowing Kimmy to finish her job of bringing their mother off.
Kimmy couldn't wait to grow up and have a man of her own. and in the meantime, she knew there was her father, her beautiful, strong father to provide her with the loving she needed and wanted, and that need was growing by leaps and bounds every day, just as the desire was growing with her burgeoning body.
Karen's legs thrown across her own trembling legs, were stiffening. Kimmy's toes were curling with the delicious frustration she knew her mother would soon ease.
Her little tongue almost formed a cup, as she strove to suck in every bit of her mother's sweet cream. Her mother's pussy juices were flowing copiously now. She was coming wildly, her hips swiveling lewdly up into Kimmy's sucking, loving mouth. Kimmy closed her eyes, and renewed her efforts to increase her mother's pleasure. Finally, she sensed that the pleasurable spasms were easing out. Her mother's humping motions became smoother, and her arching hips acquired a softer, slower rhythm. Still Kimmy kept on lapping, until the last of her mother's spasm eased down. Then, where there had been thrashing limbs, and lovingly tangled flesh, there was quiet, and peace and joy.
Kimmy and Karen were lifted up from the bottom of the bed by their adoring parents and cuddled, and kissed and coddled. The two of them snuggled down between the ripe, mature naked bodies of their parents and rested for the next bout. They could afford to wait, and they knew it.
There was plenty of loving in that house, and they knew they were going to be the joyous recipients of all that their parents had to give.
Mike wiggled down to between Karen's legs. Lovingly and gently, he separated her legs, his mouth breathing hotly on her young twat. He inhaled deeply of the fragrant essence of her youth, and then his tongue went out and flicked at her clitoris. Karen squealed and jumped. She ground her pussy heavily into her father's mouth as it clamped down on her sweet little twat.
Kimmy was being treated similarly by her mother, who was lying between her daughter's stately, and shapely limbs. Kimmy was tossing her head from side to side on the pillow, as her mother's skilled tongue elicited sparkling spasms of lust and joy, which Coursed through Kimmy's body and made her delirious with delight.
Karen and Kimmy looked at each other, and then wiggled closer together, to embrace each other as their parents had embraced each other when their daughters were ministering to them so lovingly. Their lovely swan-like arms entwined around each other, and their fair skins blended into one writhing entity, as mother and father excited their daughters to heights of pleasure that drove them wild.
They were clutching wildly at each other, their lovely, rosebud mouths glued hotly, eagerly to each other, their tongues wrestling in a sensuous dance of pure fleshy pleasure. Karen and Kimmy were both climbing higher and higher, as their parents brought them wetly, and softly, to orgasm.
Karen could feel her father's powerful tongue humping into her creaming love hole. She squealed against Kimmy's mouth as she felt her father cover her twat with his mouth, soaking her with his spit, warming her even more with the moist, sweet wind of his breath. His tongue was twirling madly around her clitoris, and every time his flesh made contact with her love button, she arched her hips up higher, more insistently, striving to cover every inch of her pussy with his tongue.
Kimmy could feel her body grow taut with an impending orgasm. Already her mother's tongue had struck the sparks of two mini-orgasms. Her mother truly knew how to manipulate her clitoris, and she made use of her skills with a ready enthusiasm that was driving Kimmy wild.
As both sisters kissed each other, drowning in each other's mouths, and the moist pleasurable wonder of it all, Mike and Lisa drove their children up over the plateau of ultimate pleasure. Kimmy was the first to go.
Her hips started swiveling lasciviously up into her mother's mouth. Every swirling motion of her muff spread her cunt lips wider and wider apart, giving her mother more access to her swollen and eager pussy lips. Kimmy felt as if she were going to blow apart for a minute, the pressure of her orgasm was so great.
The twins were writhing and thrashing all over the bed, as their parents' bobbing heads drove them higher and higher, past all reason, and all command of their bodies. Their little nubile figures arched and thrashed, and contorted in the access of their passion, as their orgasms peaked, taking the children with them on a mad trip through the ultimate bliss.
The little golden girls screamed with joy!
And, like their parents, their lascivious pleasure was further intensified by the knowledge that their own parents were making love to them with their mouths.
The orgasmic spasms of the twins eased out slowly, fading like a soft summer evening, into the golden glow of after-fuck relaxation and pleasure. Again they found themselves closed in the embrace of their parents, secure, and well-loved and happy. They had their lives their own way, now, and as they cuddled happily against the naked, mature bodies of their parents, being caressed, and praised, they knew that it was just a beginning.
There would be a rest, and then more fun and games in the bed.
"You kids are great, you know it?" said Mike, caressing the soft skin of Karen who was snuggled against him. Karen smiled. She as sleepy, and still horny. Lisa was holding Kimmy, and crooning softly to her, her face nuzzled in her daughter's fine blonde hair that smelled of shampoo and lemon rinse. And so they fell asleep, the loving family.
Kimmy awoke early the next morning, feeling Karen's hand running up and down her body. During the night they had snuggled into each other, and both the children were cuddled between the bodies of their parents, who had thrown their arms around each other, making a small, fleshy cave, a sensuous womb which surrounded their golden-haired daughters.
She giggled, as Karen's soft hands tickled her soft flesh. Karen was exploring the creases and crevices of her body, on the side which was exposed, running her finger down her shoulder, and under the crease her arm made as it lay by her side, and then making soft indentations on the spongey flesh of her breasts.
They were lying facing each other, their tits almost touching, and as Karen's hands struck sparks of desire which flew through Kimmy's belly, Kimmy closed the distance between them, pressing her tits against her sister's identical ones. They both felt their parents stir, but they did not waken.
Kimmy and Karen's mouths met in a warm, soft kiss. Their little tongues wrestled with each other, feeding the fire that Karen's hands, like little matches of passion, had set. They were both breathing heavily now, and their bodies were trembling with the heat of their lust.
Their limbs became entangled, and their little pussies pressed against each other. The pressure of their genital contact increased, spreading their swollen lips, exposing the red, glistening meat. They made soft shallow humping motions against each other, their mouths never breaking contact.
Their soft, sweet bodies undulated against each other sensuously, like snakes writhing in moist grass on a hot day, and their pussies were making circular motions, around and around the soft, pink folds of their female flesh.
The twins could feel their bodies become taut as their lascivious motions fanned the tlames that were licking through their cunts, and spreading, lighting up with a passionate heat, their organs, their minds, their glowing, trembling limbs.
Kimmy moaned against Karen's mouth, pressed moistly and softly against hers. Her tongue went wild in her sister's warm oral cave, as she felt the first waves of her orgasm sweep over her like a soft summer wind. Her arms wrapped around her sister's middle, pressing the soft flesh tightly to her own flesh, feeling the likeness, which increased the passion she was feeling.
Her pussy ground softly, but insistently against her sister's wide-open twat. Their pussy juices coated the soft pink flesh, glueing their sex-flesh together, and they ground each other's flesh to an inferno of lust. Kimmy began to come, and her swiveling muff against her sister's cunt grew faster in its circular motions. The sweat began to pour off her skin, coating her white, soft flesh in a sheen of glimmering wetness.
Kimmy felt wet all over. Her pussy was creaming. Her skin was wet and hot. Her insides felt like liquid fire. She felt as if she were melting into her sister, melting into her own cunt, which was contracting wildly, sending spasms of pleasure coursing through her in spastic little waves, like the soft crisp waves in a wind-swept bay on a spring day.
Karen's climax was frothy, seething with the fire of lust that never seemed to die. Even after she came, the fire didn't go out. It lay there banked, ready to be fanned by the first whisper of someone else's lust, ready to respond to the first suggestion of sexual involvement. She could feel her pussy juices melding wetly, in sticky strands, with Kimmy's pouring cream. Her nipples puckered, and as she ground her muff into Kimmy's gyrating muff, she pressed her tits harder into Kimmy's. Kimmy moaned against her mouth, as her body thrashed in wild, sharp arhythmic motions. She was beyond any control of her own body.
Their sensual involvement in the orgasms they had given each other was further excited by the warm embrace of their parents' bodies, as they lay sleeping, cuddled close to each other, and wrapping the children in the fleshy cave of their embrace.
For a long time they humped into each other furiously, their passion spiraling in hot waves of cream that flowed, and wrapped in the glistening sheen of their sex sweat. Their hot, wet cunts, pressed open, kissing each other's pussy lips, as their mouths kissed each other's mouths, were on fire, and the fire spread wildly through their bodies, as they clutched each other, loving each other, their lewd joining another expression in body language of the affection and regard they had for each other.
Finally, their orgasms began to fade. Their motions became softer, more rhythmic in tempo, and long after the spasms had paled .to a warm afterglow, they clung to each other, loving the feel and the smell of their bodies, their closeness, basking in their intimate knowledge of each other's body, their affection which vibrated through their lustful joining, making meaningful every sexual act that brought them closer together.
Their hands still sought out each other's hot flesh, and their pussies were almost glued together with the residue of their creaming cunts. Their long, lovely limbs lay entwined in the dim morning light, which picked up the highlights in their hair and flashed them, gleaming, in bright strands that looked like haloes.
Above them, still locked in sleepy embrace, their parents stirred to. consciousness, aroused by the hot ardor of their twins. Their own teeming loins were heavy with lust, painful with the fire that consumed them. They looked down at their daughters, still embraced, felt the liquid tremors of after-passion blisss that flowed through their young bodies, and their own secret sex stirred to fiery life.
Between their hot, lusting bodies, their daughters lay, and Mike reached out, his eyes glowing with desire, and embraced his wife, squeezing the trembling, hot bodies of their daughters closer to them. Lisa looked over at her husband, and almost drowned in his sleep-drenched eyes. Her own lids, at half mast flashed the fire of her own passion, as her white, swan-like arms entwined around her husband's.
Their faces met above the golden halo of their daughters' hair, in a long, ardent kiss, their tongues humping softly, and with growing insistence, into each other's mouth.
Karen and Kimmy became aware that their mother and father were awake, as they felt their naked, hot bodies undulating against their own lust-soaked bodies. The soft, warm, secure feeling almost drove them into another orgasm, as they smiled at each other, and looked up at their parents, whose faces were joined together in a long kiss that promised worlds of pleasure to the whole family.
Kimmy reached up, and tweaked her mother's breasts, and then slid down the bed, followed by Karen. The twins sat at the foot of the bed, as their parents' bodies pressed tightly into each other. They were lost to everything but their own desire, and their own need for each other.
