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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am not the author. I don't have the talent.
I can only be ... "TheEditor".
The Playful Twins
Chapter 1
"Hello there!"
Bob Redding whirled around at the sound of the throaty voice,
and gasped as he saw the beautiful girl coming down the steps. At
first glance she appeared to be only about fifteen, but as she
came nearer, and the molded firmness of her breasts, pushing
against the soft pink silk of her blouse, became evident, Bob
judged that she must be about eighteen. Her long cornsilk blond
hair swept around her golden-tanned face, and she walked over to
him, her hips jiggling in a jaunty coltish walk. She was wearing
tight white shorts, which revealed the enticing line of her upper
thigh, and Bob thought he could see a faint darkening at the vee
of her legs through the almost diaphanous shorts.
"Hello," he gulped, unable to take his eyes off her swerving
pelvis.
"You must be Mr. Redding," she said, extending her hand.
"I'm Leslie Lansing."
Bob could hardly believe that this was the same woman who had
answered his phone call. He expected someone different ... the
Miss Lansing of his imagination was nearer forty than under
twenty! He clasped her well-manicured hand in his rough one, and
was amazed at its coolness. It felt like a piece of soft, finely
sculpted ivory and he was loathe to release it.
"Would you care for some coffee while we talk business?" she
asked, her nasal twang adding to her air of New England
refinement.
He timidly followed Miss Lansing inside, feeling awkward and
out of place as he stepped into the magnificent hallway of the old
house. She led him into a small sitting room, where she left him,
flashing a dazzling smile as she went to get the coffee. Bob
looked around the room admiring the oak paneling on the walls, and
the ceiling which was covered with teak tiles. Nautical ornaments
adorned the shelves and mantelpiece.
There were several tanks of tropical fish, and two cages
containing two parrots in each rested on matching tables. He
gazed with interest at the tiny intricate ships in bottles, the
multicolored shells and the stuffed fish mounted on plaques. He
was rather surprised at the antiquity of the room, which
contrasted very sharply with the youth and freshness of the girl
who lived there.
He chuckled to himself as he thought of the wording of the ad
Leslie Lansing had placed. He pictured it now in his mind....
"Landscape gardener required for extensive project. Could
lead to other things."
Bob felt that this job would be a turning point. His one-man
landscape gardening business, which he started just two years ago
in his home town of Providence, Rhode Island, right after his
marriage, had not been doing too well. In fact, if this new job
did not result in further contacts, he'd have to give it up and
work elsewhere.
Goddamnit, he thought, even if we starve, I'm not going to
work for old Lamont! "Old Lamont" was his father-in-law, and Bob
grimaced at the memory of his wife's pleas, at first gentle hints,
but now persistent nagging, to give up their precarious existence
on his meager income and accept her father's offer of a sales
position in his real estate office.
"Never!" Bob had said aloud, as he'd driven up to the huge
iron gates that opened on to a long, poplar-lined avenue. "Sea
Garden" the sign said, and Bob could smell the salty air through
the open car window, even though the bay was not visible.
As he was still waiting, musing over what looked like an old
log-book, Leslie came back carrying a tray with two large glasses.
"Do you find this room interesting?" she asked, her green
eyes sparkling. Bob was again struck by her dew-like freshness
and the superb carriage of her perfectly proportioned frame. His
eyes stole down over her swan-like neck, and he stared, until his
eyes were straining, to catch a glimpse of the cleft of her
smooth, undulating young buttocks.
"Actually," she continued, without giving him a chance to
answer, "it was Daddy who collected all these things, but now he
and Melissa live in the Bahamas, so my sister and I live here
alone. Melissa is my step-mother, you see," she added quickly,
smiling her brilliant smile at him as she motioned him to join her
at the small round table. She was a little out of breath from her
long explanation and Bob could see her breasts heave faintly and
her lips were slightly parted as she recovered her breath. A
tingle coursed swiftly through his body and then was gone, almost
before he was aware of it.
He seated himself comfortably in the captain's chair, and
sipped his iced coffee.
"Mmmmm, this is great!" Bob said enthusiastically, "What's
your secret recipe?"
"I added a little borage," she said. "It's an herb we have
growing in the back. C'mon, I'll show you!"
Bob followed her out of the small room. The material of her
brief shorts slipped into the crevice of her rounded bottom as she
walked, and again, Bob felt a rush of pleasure sweeping through
him. His cock leaped in awareness and he could feel it growing
along his leg. He felt an almost uncontrollable urge to reach out
and knead the enticing cheeks of her buttocks in his hands but
just then, they went through some French doors and out onto a
patio. He was aware of Leslie pointing out the view to him, and
tore his eyes reluctantly from the tight moons of her creamy
flesh. Before them was a spectacular panorama of the bay, and Bob
thought he had never seen anything as beautiful in his life. His
gardener's eye assessed the perfect harmony between the
surrounding area and the grounds of the mansion and realized that
in the past, great expense and effort had been expended to achieve
the present result. Leslie led him over to a small patch of
cultivated ground near the patio and began to identify the many
herbs for him. Almost lovingly, she pointed out the small blue
flowers of the borage, the delicate white buds of the balm, the
multi-mauve blooms of coriander and the more familiar yellow
flowers of dill and fennel. As she named the different plants,
Leslie knelt down and gently touched each bloom with her fingers.
Bob remained standing and sucked his breath as the girl leaned
forward to point out the pink blossoms of the sage. He could see
directly down the top of her blouse, to where the butter-colored
tops of her young breasts pushed up out of her lacy pink bra. He
could almost feel their tender softness and the warmth of the
secret valley cutting between them. His prick wakened again, this
time more insistently and he felt sure that at any moment, she
would look up and see the telltale bulge. Kneeling down put an
extra strain on the already tight shorts and Bob could just barely
see the outline of the fleshy folds of her pussy. A tiny wisp of
golden pubic hair curled around the tight leg band of her shorts
and Bob's eyes were riveted on the escaping fleece. His eyes
burned in his head and he could not release his gaze from between
her thighs, as if in hope that his staring would strip away her
protective clothing.
His own groin was maddenly alive with sensation, and he began
to feel the perspiration breaking out on his face. The muscles of
his thighs felt like cruelly stretched rubber bands and his
stomach was a churning knot of tension. His discomfort must have
been mirrored in his face for Leslie looked up at him and said
solicitously, "Are you all right, Mr. Redding?"
Her bright green eyes flicked over his trembling form, and
rested briefly and a trifle daringly on the tremendous bulge of
his cock, before returning to his face.
"It's just ... the sun ... I guess ..." he stuttered, feeling
as inept as a schoolboy.
"Let's go inside where it's cooler," she urged, taking him by
the arm and propelling him inside. Her touch magnified the
tumultuous feelings inside him and he gratefully sank into the
over-stuffed leather armchair in the sitting room wondering why he
was reacting so strongly. Leslie disappeared and quickly came
back with a glass.
"Here, drink this!" she said almost coldly in the tone of one
who was used to being obeyed. Bob obediently sipped the drink,
which turned out to be almost straight Scotch. The sharp fire of
the liquid burned his throat, and then seared an intoxicating path
down to his stomach. After a moment, its smooth fingers reached
out and calmed his quivering nerves and he was able to look the
young girl in the face.
"Are you sure you're all right?" she repeated. After
assuring her, they went out again into the garden, and Leslie
outlined the work to be done, explaining that the job was to be a
surprise for her sister, Lila, who was on vacation in Europe. As
Leslie talked, Bob's earlier belief that this job would be a
turning point for him was reinforced by the casually dropped
indications that the Lansings were one of the old families of
Providence, and hence had many other wealthy connections, and also
by the generous financial payment which Leslie proposed for the
work.
They agreed that Bob should commence work the very next day,
and he left the mansion elated with his good fortune and brimming
with self-confidence. He whistled as he wound around the narrow
country road, but in the back of his mind, he kept thinking
guiltily of Julie, his wife. Not that he had done anything to
feel guilty about. But he'd thought plenty. He wished that
things were better between him and Julie, but he didn't know what
to do to make them better. He kept going back over the early days
in his mind, in hopes of finding some clue. There, and now on his
way home, he relived it all again, remembering how, after high
school, he had enlisted in the Army and travelled in America and
Europe only to come back to Providence after his discharge. It
was on the very day of his arrival home that he had first seen
Julie Lamont. Of course, he'd vaguely remembered a little red-
haired, snub-nosed girl from years ago, whose father rented out
all the apartments in the slum where he lived, but this Julie was
different. She had a mane of chestnut hair that on any other girl
of her petite dimensions would have seemed ridiculous. But not on
Julie! It was just a crown to top off the perfect assembly of her
voluptuous body. She had stared at Bob that first day, her
piercing blue eyes cutting into him until he turned to rubber.
Then she had looked past him and walked haughtily on. He swore
then that no matter what, he'd have Julie Lamont if it was the
last thing he did.
As he drove, he thought about the grim three years following
his discharge. An endless stream of ego-wrecking jobs with no
prospects and low pay. The bright spot had been an old gardener,
who had taken a liking to him when they were both working for the
same hotel, Bob as a waiter, and who used to talk to him about
planting and sowing and reaping. That had started the seed of
interest in Bob but the old man suddenly died, leaving an empty
spot in Bob's life.
He remembered now how the memory of stand-offish, sensuous
Julie had never left him, and it seemed like a miracle when he'd
managed eventually to land a job as mail boy in the company where
she worked as a receptionist.
By sheer determination he got first one date with her, and
incredibly, another and another.
He slowed the Buick down, smiling a little as he recalled how
happy and proud he'd felt when she'd timidly admitted to being in
love with him and wanting to marry him.
"If only I'd known what I was getting into!" he snarled, the
hitherto calming effect of the Scotch giving way to a latent
resentment which had been simmering deep inside him for months.
"Frigid little bitch!" he thought, thinking of the contrast
between the apparent sensuality of his wife's appearance and the
actual prudishness of her nature. His face boiled with rage as
image after image of her timid responses flicked through his
brain, each session of lovemaking terminating in a cold,
unfulfilling letdown for him.
I bet that rich bitch Leslie knows how a woman should treat a
man! he thought, picturing the young girl's ripe, upswept breasts
as he had glimpsed them from the neckline of her blouse. A wave
of pleasure throbbed through him.
But then his thoughts, softening, returned to Julie. He had
to admit he was still in love with her. He was still attracted by
the creamy, ivory-like proportions of his wife's body. She only
had to look at him in a certain way and he was ready and willing
to make love to her on the spot. All the humiliation of his
attempts to experiment with her would be forgotten if she would
only open up and love him completely, LIKE THAT FIRST TIME! He
recalled again, savoring each moment, the one time, just before
their marriage, when Julie had really let loose, and shown him the
volcano that was buried inside her.
They had been at a party for a friend of Julie's, a few
months before their marriage, and the champagne was flowing
freely. Bob had felt out of place among Julie's friends, but in
the flush of love, was anxious to please her. So he had consented
to go. However, he spent most of the evening drinking glass after
glass of champagne alone in a corner. He was busy watching Julie,
who unlike her usual self under the influence of the champagne,
was flitting about, and flirting. Bob became more sullen as he
noticed that Julie was spending more and more time with a tall
blond guy, whom he knew only as Frank, but who was a former
boyfriend of Julie's.
Enraged, he watched as they went outside, and he was
enveloped by a slow, seething anger when they returned, much
later, both looking flushed. Before he couldn't bring himself to
leave the sanctuary of his corner to follow them, but now,
impelled by a furious rage, he dashed over to Julie, and grabbing
her roughly by the arm, half-pulled her out of the house. She
followed him meekly and sat silently beside him as he drove his
old Chevy in the direction of the Forest Preserve. He parked in
their favorite parking place, in a grove completely surrounded by
trees, where no one else ever came. Angrily, he turned and faced
her.
"You goddamn little bitch!" he rasped. "Isn't one man enough
for you? Or are you giving him something that you're not giving
me?"
Julie looked frightened and cringed back against the door.
"Oh, Bob! We were only talking about old times! Honest!"
Her blue eyes were opened wide in terror and she was
trembling. Her rabbit-like fear touched off the tremendous desire
for her that was always lurking in him, and reaching over
suddenly, he crushed his mouth down on hers in a hard, bruising
kiss. She struggled violently, trying to escape his grasp, but he
held her in a tight grip. Then, she sunk her teeth into his lower
lip. The excruciating pain numbed his brain for a second, and he
felt the salt-taste of his own blood. He drew back and then
lashed his palm hard across her face. With a piteous cry she
immediately cradled the reddening cheek in her hand. Tears sprung
to her eyes and gushed unchecked down her face. Again, he ground
his mouth down on hers, and at first her lips were soft and
unresisting from the shock. But then she began to struggle again
and Bob felt her body stiffen. He tightened his arms around her
and drove his tongue into her mouth, forcing it forward against
her resistance. Then he felt a shudder convulse her small body,
and her struggles weakened. Unbelievably, her arms crept up
around his neck, and her tongue began to play with his, chasing it
around, trying to entwine with it. His hands darted over her
breasts, reveling in their firmness. He had only touched them
through her clothing once or twice. Eagerly he unzipped her
summer dress and unhooked her bra. Then his hands raced around
again and cupped the lovely swellings of her breasts. He was
actually touching them! He could feel her nipples between his
fingers, already tense and full erected. He stroked them gently,
the heat of her soft pliant body urging him on, further igniting
the rushing desire in him. He slipped the dress down over her
shoulders and in the clear moonlight gazed at the beautiful milk
white of her breasts, the high round smoothness set off by coral
nipples. He could see that she was shivering and tiny goose bumps
all over her exposed flesh made him even more excited.
He lowered his head and fastened his mouth on one of the tiny
pebblelike nipples and he was surprised when Julie immediately
pressed his head to her breast, moaning softly, as he sucked on
first one and then the other. He felt her straining under him,
and realized with disbelief, that she was thrusting her pelvis
upward, trying to press her groin against his. He could hardly
believe that this was his Julie ... the prim, prudish Julie whom
he loved but who barely had tolerated a tentative hand on her
breast thus far. Something in him wanted to stop, to protect her
... but his desire was too great now and she was wriggling a
little beneath him, her breath coming in uneven gasps. Her hand
was reaching down and he could feel her fingers fumbling at his
fly. Disbelief swept over Bob as he felt her steadily lowering
the zipper, and then slowly insert a tentative hand inside. A low
guttural moan escaped him as he felt her hands on his swollen
penis. Her touch sent eddies of spasmodic pleasure rippling over
his entire body. He reached down and assisted her until she held
his burgeoning cock in her hand and gently squeezed it, testing
the hot, hard surface with her fingers. Then she instinctively
began a rhythmic milking, moving slowly up and down and Bob was
afraid that he'd cum right then in her hand. Looking down at her
he saw that her normally sedate face was contorted with lust. He
began rhythmic down-thrust against her belly.
Her dress was up over her hips now and was bunched around her
waist and looking down between them he could see the gleam of her
russet pubic triangle through her passion drenched panties and
feverishly he began to work the intervening garment down over her
hips. She moaned again as her lower belly was exposed to the air
and his middle finger moved toward the wetness of her pulsing
cunt. Stealthily he stroked the velvety fleshiness of the lips of
her vagina and slid beneath the secret folds. She twisted and
groaned under his touch, desperately trying to avoid, and at the
same time, engulf the trespassing finger. Gently, he thrust one
finger up into the constricted warmness of her sensitive pussy,
then tenderly, he stretched the virginal orifice, widening it for
his ever-expanding cock. Her hips were undulating under his
fingers, and her own grip tightened on his throbbing member.
Incredibly he heard her sob:
"Oh, darling, please do it now! Please put your big thing
into me ... oh, please ..."
Urged on by her lewd words, he tore his engorged penis from
her grasp and moving down a bit placed the blood-pressured rod at
the tiny opening of her vibrant young cunt.
The searing contact of the bulbous head against the tip of
her moist pink clitoris electrified Julie, and her entire body
seemed to explode and flower with an overpowering desire.
His own body was on fire and it took all his willpower not to
ram his bursting prick far up into her now hungrily throbbing
depths.
Gently, he began to press the head against the moist mouth of
her silky virgin cunt. Her mewls of pleasure had ceased and he
saw that she was biting her lip in anticipation of the pain she
feared was coming. A doubt flickered across his mind ... maybe
she'd decide not to go ahead ... to stop now....
The maddening thought blocked out all reason for a moment and
he lunged forward, mindless of her strident scream, he buried the
fleshy head in her open vagina, forcing it upward further and
further until piteous sobs racked Julie's body from the harsh
intruding pain. But still she did not stop him. Slowly, inch by
inch, he pressed forward, imbedding his rock-hard prick in her
yielding young cunt. He felt her inner muscles contract hard
around his rod, sheathing it completely, and then with another
push he was all the way in! Dizzy with pleasure, he could feel
the silkiness of her pubic curls grazing the base of his cock as
his squirming balls nestled heavily down in the niche of her
tightly clenched young buttocks. After a moment he withdrew his
long prick and again surged forward. This time, it disappeared
more readily into her dark moistness and Bob could feel her
vaginal walls begin to relax around him.
He looked down and saw the white pillar of his hardened cock
slicing into the warm mystery of her tight secret passage and in
the dark of the car, he could just barely make out the pink gleam
of her slit. The glossy columns of her thighs shone eerily in the
half-light, and Bob, heedless of the discomfort of their position,
began to fuck in and out with mesmeric regularity. Again he
pulled her head up to his and she responded passionately with a
long ardent kiss. Their breaths mingled hotly and their tongues
fenced wildly together in a rising heat of desire. The hard tips
of her breasts burned into his chest through his shirt like
branding irons. Every sense, every nerve ending in his body was
intoxicated with the erotic pliancy of her body, which fitted like
a piece of jig-saw into his.
Julie uttered a series of shrieks, proclaiming the increasing
crescendo of her passion. Her hands were raking into his back
urging him to drive still deeper into her vibrant young belly.
Their combined guttural moans reverberated heavily in the
confinement of the car.
As he rode her wildly, holding her firmly by the hips as he
plunged with hard, reaming strokes into her.
"Fuck me ... fuck me harder ..." she screamed, all her former
sense of propriety obliterated from her mind. Her clasping vagina
clutched desperately, like a drowning animal, at his pistoning
cock, the warm clinging sheath inside sucking violently. The lewd
words, coming from her hitherto innocent and prim lips, inflamed
him even more and he heard a roaring in his ears. An anguished
groan rumbled deep in his throat and he was just about to shriek
out his orgasm when Julie, her body lashed to a frenzy of desire,
began to heave uncontrollably, and half sobbing, gurgled an
incoherent jumble, as the gushes of the first of her
mind-shattering orgasms flowed down in a continual, hot, moist
stream over her boyfriend's invading prick. And as thick hot
streams of burning fluid gushed from Bob's invading cock into her
churning depths, he glanced down at her lust-contorted face and
thought he had never seen her look as beautiful as she did then,
and an overwhelming feeling of love swept over him as he emptied
gush after gush of his hot flooding sperm into her wildly
contracting belly.
* * *
Bob, coming back to reality, was surprised to find himself
parked in his own driveway. He had been completely lost in his
daydream, and was unaware of his arriving at his house. Now, with
a deep sigh, he got out of the car and went inside.
Chapter 2
Julie whipped the eggs furiously. She could hear Bob in the
bathroom and knew that when he came out, he'd be bad-tempered
because they'd both overslept and he didn't want to be late for
his job. She hadn't felt like getting up this morning, much less
like fixing his breakfast, but even before she'd gotten married,
she vowed to herself that she wouldn't be one of "those" wives who
didn't get up to see their husbands off to work. Not that he
cares, she muttered as she emptied the eggs into the skillet. "It
is ready yet?" Bob called gruffly, "I'm late already!"
He came hurrying out of the bathroom and Julie could see that
he had nicked himself with the razor.
He sat down noisily and began to rattle the cutlery
absentmindedly. The irritating noise was torture to her as she
was already beginning a headache, and it was all she could do to
stop herself from screaming at him. She served him breakfast and
sat down opposite him with a cup of coffee.
"Where exactly will you be working?" Julie asked.
When he came home last night, Bob had, in answer to her
questioning, admitted to being successful in being hired, but had
not elaborated.
"On the other side of town!" he answered gulping down his
eggs. Julie knew it was useless to question him further and
returned to her solitary thoughts.
She'd noticed how strange he was acting when he came home
last night. He had a funny look in his eye, and she couldn't help
noticing that there was an obvious bulge in his trousers. The way
he kept staring at her, too, like a dirty old man, had made her
uneasy ... she'd been afraid that he'd try and make her do
disgusting things that night in bed. But to her surprise, he had
just rolled over on top of her, without a word, and roughly spread
apart her legs. As usual, she tried to be responsive and to show
some sign of arousal, but his coarse jabbing with his thick,
hardened penis disgusted her more than anything. She just lay
there with her eyes closed, as he thrust into her, like a rutting
animal, and she breathed a sigh of relief when, with a few heavy
grunts, he emptied his semen into her. She could hardly wait for
him to roll off her again, before she dashed into the bathroom to
wash away the outward signs of their coupling.
Bob broke into her thoughts with a curt goodbye and it was
with a feeling of pleasure that she heard the door slam behind
him.
Automatically, she began to clear away the breakfast things.
A dull plodding resentment governed her actions. She felt used
and humiliated ... a piece of chattel to be used at her husband's
whim. She'd tried hard to make him a good wife. She kept the
house clean and tidy, cooked good meals, and she knew she had kept
her looks and figure. She'd even asked her father to offer him a
job so he wouldn't have to labor like an ordinary workman in other
people's gardens. If he likes gardening so much, she thought
indignantly, he could do ours on weekends, as a hobby, like other
men do! She put the dishes in the dishwasher, and began to tidy
the other rooms. But she felt no joy in her work. She had been
so relieved when her father had found this house and offered to
buy it for them. He was so good to them and Bob was so
ungrateful!
She couldn't help feeling that most of the fault for the
trouble in their marriage was Bob's. She had really tried to help
him. She offered to teach him the ins and outs of society
etiquette, but when she suggested it, he got furious and refused
to discuss it. He just didn't want to be helped, to improve
himself.
She still had her headache, so she decided to treat herself
to what she considered a real luxury ... a long luxuriant bath.
One of the things that impressed her about their otherwise
ordinary suburban house, was its two bathrooms. One of these was
a magnificent large room, with a deep old-fashioned tub. This she
had appropriated for herself and had even gone so far as to have a
special lock attached to the door. Now she stepped into the room
and as she habitually did, locked the door behind her.
Her taste for old-fashioned luxury was obvious in the decor
she had chosen. The walls were covered in a special fabriclike
wallpaper with a tiny rose pattern. She had installed a marble
dressing table, topped by a huge gilt mirror, and instead of an
ordinary shower curtain, she hung a pair of red antique velvet
drapes with a waterproof backing. These fell from the high
ceiling right down to the floor and they were tied back in a
Victorian style. The whole effect was that of a regal boudoir,
and Julie felt tension drop away from her as she selected a
lavender scented bubble soap and began to draw the tub.
As the bath was filling, Julie slipped off her robe and
nightdress and scrutinized herself in the full-length mirror. On
the whole, she was pleased with what she saw. Her tummy was a
trifle rounded, but knew that it was not unattractive. Apart from
that, she still had the figure she had that day, over five years
ago, when Bob had come home from the army and had stared so rudely
at her. Goodness! She was only seventeen then ... so much had
happened since then! Not all good either, she sighed, stepping
into the fragrant bath.
She lay back, covering her shoulders with the creamy lather.
The ends of her coppery hair floated for a moment and then sank
into the foam. A sigh of contentment escaped her as the warm
enveloping water seeped into her pores.
As she lay there soaking, she recalled again the girl she had
been at seventeen ... cheerful, vivacious, full of hope for the
future ... a far cry from the lonely, depressed person she was
now. What had gone wrong? Again she asked herself the question
that tormented her daily ... was it a mistake to have married Bob?
She knew the difference in their backgrounds was overwhelming and
now they didn't even have the same interests. Tears blinded her
eyes as she thought of the endless litany of unfulfilled nights
... their frustrating sexual encounters ... they were almost like
strangers with each other. Surely it wasn't all her fault, as Bob
so darkly intimated? She knew that, coming from a conventional,
somewhat religious background, she was a little inhibited, but
wasn't it a husband's duty to try and help his wife, to be patient
with her and carry her out of the repression of a cleric-dominated
way of life? But no! Bob was too selfish, too caught up in
satisfying his own animalistic impulses to take time and find out
what she really needed. Tears streamed down her face and all the
misery of her unhappy existence flowed from its pent-up hiding
place. A memory came flickering back ... a thought she tried to
banish forever from her mind. An image of a girl on the seat of a
car, flailing about in lustful abandon, under the surging
poundings of her fiance's penis! Wildly shaking her head, she
tried to blot out the memory of her own pre-marital surrender, but
her lewd words, screamed at the height of depraved passion, seemed
to echo throughout the room.
"Fuck me ... fuck me harder...."
She clasped her hands over her ears to shut out the
lascivious memory. Where had she learned those words? She never
used them, before that time or since, and felt a pang of distaste
whenever she heard her husband use them.
Sanity returned to her troubled mind, and she lay back again,
the tears drying on her cheeks. She felt cold and began to scoop
up the soap bubbles. Idly, she smoothed them over her breasts,
delighting in the way the frothy lather coated her creamy orbs.
As she covered them with bubbles, she noticed how the nipples, a
deep blush pink, stretched and awoke and the crinkled brown skin
around them began to contract and squirm. She continued to
massage them, enjoying the relaxing sensation, until the reddening
buds jutted out boldly from the soap-covered mounds. A shiver
raced through her and she sank further back in the suds. She
began to soap herself, lifting one graceful leg and then the
other, lathering it right up to her thigh. A tingle erupted deep
in the pit of her stomach as her hand grazed the wet clinging
curls of her bronze triangle. She rested her palm momentarily on
the glistening mound and a forbidden tingle shot through her. She
felt her nipples stiffen again and involuntarily, her hand flew up
to the hungry orbs. The tingle in her stomach had grown to a
jabbing fire and horror crept over her as she realized that she
was becoming aroused.
But, almost of its own volition, her hand dropped lower and
began to search gently in the swelling folds of her pulsating
vagina. Her finger brushed against the tiny erogenous knob of her
clitoris and she gasped at the electrical shock of the unexpected
contact. A twinge of guilt prodded at her conscience ... memories
of the childhood warnings instilled in her that to touch oneself
there was evil, dirty ... but the incredible hunger, borne of two
years of frustration would brook no sidestepping, and she began to
trace the hot, throbbing lips of her vagina, swollen to
fleshiness, with her fingers. Her fingertips glided over the
slippery flesh of her inner folds, and slid toward the clasping,
viscous opening. Her breathing was ragged and a series of sensual
visions tumbled about in her head and she felt swept along in the
increasing erotic frenzy that she was conjuring up in her mind.
She raised up her knees to afford her probing fingers greater
access to her burning vagina and she began to thrust her finger
into the moistness of her vaginal orifice. Her loins were aflame,
and her head was spinning with the strength of her overwhelming
need. With a savage mewl, she sunk her finger into the inflamed
opening. The warm fleshy walls closed in ravenously over her
finger and a gnawing hunger told her that one finger wasn't
enough.
Desperate now, she plunged two more of her fingers into the
hot, moist opening and began to frantically swirl them around in
her cavernous depths. Her other hand began to knead at her
breasts and her nails dug deeply into the doughy fleshiness,
trying to rout out the overwhelming fire that was raging in them.
She was moaning incessantly now and her hips were jerking and
twisting in time to the incessant probing of her fingers. The
lewd rhythm of her undulance gained momentum until her whole
lust-crazed body was thrashing wildly in the water, whipping up a
new froth of bubbles and lashing the water out over the sides of
the bath. The back of her head was totally submerged and only her
face was above water. Her hips rose up in paroxysm after paroxysm
of delight and every muscle in her body was tensed, waiting for
the final release.
Then Julie's lithe, young body was convulsed with a gigantic
spasm which seized her trembling loins and held them teetering
dangerously over the edge before sending her shattering into the
water, her luscious hips, flailing spasmodically like a fish on a
hook as wave after wave of hot, screaming tremors raced throughout
her entire body, crashing against the deep secret inner walls of
her womb like the California surf at Big Sur. For interminable
seconds she as unable to breathe and her heart seemed to stop in
the wake of her shattering climax, until finally she sank back,
exhausted and satiated.
When the momentary pleasure of orgasm passed, a feeling of
degradation and mortification engulfed her. Fresh tears streamed
down her face and rising up from the tub, now a thing of horror to
her, her legs, weak from the draining surge of her passion, gave
way and she collapsed on the floor, her body racked with guilty
heartfelt sobs.
Chapter 3
It was just 9:00 when Bob pulled up outside the Lansing
mansion. There was no one in sight, and not knowing where the
rear entrance was, he pressed the front doorbell. A moment later,
the young girl who had hired him opened the door. She was wearing
a flimsy dusty rose peignoir which gave her golden skin an unusual
blushing glow. Bob's eyes roamed over her voluptuous body,
accentuated by the clinging fabric. Finally he stammered:
"Good morning, Miss Lansing!"
"Good morning," she answered gaily, "but," she added, "from
now on, I'm going to call you Bob, so you'll have to call me
Leslie!"
"All right, Leslie," Bob smiled, his equilibrium recovered.
"Care for some coffee? I'm just having breakfast."
Bob followed her into the dining room, where he couldn't help
noticing that the table was set for two. She poured him a cup of
coffee.
"I think I've prepared too much ... would you help me eat it?
It's Eggs Lucullus!"
The mixture of eggs, mushrooms and spinach looked very
appetizing, and although it hadn't been very long since he'd
eaten, Bob felt tempted by the delicious aroma.
They sat eating and exchanging small talk, until it was
nearly ten. Bob got up, and thanking Leslie, made his exit into
the garden. The excellent meal, eaten in the company of his
beautiful young employer, put him in an exceedingly good mood and
he set to work with a will.
* * *
About an hour later, Bob looked up from his measuring and saw
his teen-age employer standing over him. She wore a short shift,
and from his squatting position, he could see right up to the thin
strip of white panties covering her pubic mound. The long,
slender columns of her legs were like finely sculpted marble and
Bob felt a flush spread over his features. Straightening himself
up, he felt ill at ease, his face was burning and he could hardly
look the young girl in the eye.
"How about a break?" Leslie asked, her hand on her hip and
her head tilted a little to one side.
Bob barely mumbled assent, and together they walked silently
toward the wide patio. On the patio table, there was a pitcher
and two glasses. She poured out two long drinks and watched Bob
over the rim of her glass as he sipped his drink.
"What's this called?" he asked after a moment.
"Singapore Sling," she answered, "made with Daddy's special
rum!"
"From Triangle Trade days?" Bob quipped, referring to the old
method of trading used by New Englanders of buying slaves in
Africa, selling them in the West Indies for molasses, and bringing
back the molasses to be distilled into rum which was used to buy
more slaves in Africa!
"Not quite!" Leslie replied, blushing. "This is of a later
vintage, from Cuba. Pre-revolution of course!"
They were silent for a moment, and then Leslie said:
"Let's sit on the lawn!" She walked ahead with the pitcher,
and Bob followed her over to a large spreading oak tree, and sat
down beside her on the grass. Bob watched appreciatively as she
yawned a little as she stretched out, and lay on her side facing
him. Nonchalantly, Leslie sipped her drink, carefully observing
him, her eyes strangely narrowed to smoky green slits.
Bob wondered just what was expected of him and he felt very
nervous, sitting so close to this strange, exotic girl. Her heady
perfume wafted over to him on the soft breeze ... an erotic scent
that bespoke mystery, excitement, promise. He couldn't keep his
eyes off her legs where the mini-shift had ridden up till it
barely covered the tops of her thighs. The superb line of her
long legs tapered to a womanly expanse of thigh and the whole
sweep from hip to ankle was exquisitely beautiful.
"I want to kiss you!"
Bob's mouth dropped open and remained there a second before
he had the presence of mind to close it. He looked at Leslie's
face, but her expression was inscrutable, as if not a word had
been said. For a moment, he thought he had imagined it, or
perhaps it was one of those strange parrot-like birds which had
somehow escaped from their cages in the sitting room. He felt
more and more uncomfortable.
"Do you want to kiss me?"
Again he looked at the young girl's face and this time there
was no doubt as to the origin of the statement. Her lips were
slightly parted and glistened moistly. Her hand toyed gracefully
with the curve of her well-rounded hip.
Before he could speak, he felt her warm hand on his arm, and
the teen-age girl pulled him gently over to her. His first
impulse was to draw back, but her hand was still clasped
possessively on his arm and her face lay invitingly close to his.
There seemed to be a magnet drawing his head down to hers and a
shot of exquisite pleasure darted through him as his lips touched
hers. Her firm yet pliant flesh seemed to burn into his and he
felt he could go on kissing her like this indefinitely. His
tongue slipped out and, pressing against the unresisting barricade
of her teeth, gained entrance to her soft, velvety mouth. Her
tongue rose expertly to meet his and performed a sort of lewd
ecstatic dance, teasing and touching his own eager organ. He
dabbed at her throat, feeling the ridged roof of her mouth, the
sharp indentations of her teeth, and pushed at the back of her
throat. Still she sought to swallow more and more of the
feverishly drubbing tongue. Bob felt the buttons on his shirt
being opened and then a cool hand was resting on his chest,
playing with the dark curly hair. Shivers coursed up and down his
back and he almost leapt up off the grass in a convulsing reaction
to the electrifying shock of her touch. Her tongue withdrew from
his sucking mouth and trailed a path of burning fire along his
face. Slowly she inched closer to him and Bob could feel her
large, firm breasts pressing hotly against his arm. His prick was
palpitating wildly in his pants and his balls began to ache from
the pressure of his churning sperm.
Suddenly, her hand reached out and she touched the throbbing
bulge. There was a roaring in his brain and his blood-swollen
prick leapt to even more agonizing life, burning like a firebrand
against his leg. Her hand never stopped gently massaging his
tormented penis while her darting tongue snaked wetly down, over
his throat and among the crisp hairs on his chest.
As if with a will of its own, Bob's hand reached up and found
her soft, pulsing breasts. He squeezed and kneaded the smooth
resilient flesh for a moment, and then hurriedly reached back and
pulled down the zipper of her sheath. The brief dress fell
willingly away from her tanned shoulders, revealing her lacy white
bra which gleamed against the golden glow of her skin. Her
heaving breasts swelled up provocatively from the lacy cups and
Bob felt the moistness of his semen as it seeped impatiently from
his engorged penis, egged on by her relentless ministrations.
Boldly, he unclasped her bra and drew his breath at the tempting
sight of her firm young breasts, sweeping upward to fiery,
burgeoning nipples, jutting out from pinkish areolas.
His fingers reached out and began to tweak the already rigid
buds, rolling them between his fingers, gently pulling on the
tender tips, eliciting gasps of pleasure from Leslie's throat. As
he felt the turgid nipples responding to his urging and with his
cock jerking almost out of control, the full impact of what he was
doing struck Bob with the force of a sledge hammer. He was
actually going to fuck this voluptuous young teen-age nymph!
Guilt rose speedily inside him as he remembered all the
fantasies he'd had ... how he dreamt about fucking some other
woman, taking a mistress ... but he knew they were just dreams.
No harm in them.
But the teasing, stroking that this gorgeous, half-naked
teen-age girl was giving his bursting cock drove all such thoughts
from his head. Now he had to have this child-woman ... there was
no turning back ... it was too late to stop! He closed his mouth
once more over the delicious firmness of her breasts and he
realized that she was quivering beneath him and that her breathing
was heavier.
Her shift was just a rumpled belt around her waist as Bob
began to ease it down over her hips, his eyes straining for a
glimpse of the secret treasure between her legs. She raised
herself up from the ground, helping to free herself from the
restraining garment and his eyes fell on her tiny bikini panties
where he could see the golden curls of her palpitating young pubic
mound twisting out from under the legbands.
As she lay there on the green carpet of grass, her butter
color skin shimmering under the afternoon sun, Bob cast a
surreptitious glance around him. There was not another human
being in sight and the gentle slopes of the garden stretched away,
broken only by clumps of bushes and trees. The draping branches
of the oak spread like a canopy over them in their bucolic bed and
Bob shivered, as much from the feel of the fresh air on his chest
as in anticipation of what was to come.
Leslie lay stretched out invitingly beneath him, her eyes
half-closed, the sun making strange patterns on her body, dancing
through the leaves. A bee hummed around them and its hypnotic
droning seemed to add to the state of complete mesmerization which
Bob felt.
He reached out and tenderly began to draw Leslie's flimsy
panties down over her satiny hips, gasping when the full vee of
her silken yellow pubic hair came into view, and he began to
imagine the moist entrance of her vaginal opening gleaming through
the golden curls waiting for his touch. He ran his hands along
the inside of her fleshy thighs, his fingertips feeling the faint
film of moisture which coated her slender limbs. He could feel
the inner muscles of her thigh flex against his touch and he could
sense the shivers of pleasure which raced up and down the full
length of her unbelievably exciting body. Her tongue flicked out
to moisten her parched lips and her breath was a shallow rattle in
her throat. His middle finger moved up the silky flesh until he
could feel the crinkly pubic hair brushing against the back of his
hand. He could see the pink flanges of her softly pulsing vagina
contracting and a few droplets of her lubricating juices wet his
hand as he grazed it. Softly, Leslie began to moan ... low sighs
of passion which made Bob realize that she was more than ready for
loving.
Abruptly Bob stood and began desperately stripping his pants
off. A twinge of self-consciousness came over him as he stood
over her, his long, thick cock jutting out like a lone tree from
the dark forest of his pubic hair, the head glinting purplish in
the sun. I'm going to fuck her in broad daylight, he thought
becoming even more aroused at the thought.
Leslie focused her glance on the throbbing penis dangling
over her and she smiled as she contemplated the ponderous girth of
the bulbous head and the venous surface of the massive palpitating
rod.
He lowered himself down beside her on the grass, and drew her
to him, cupping the sun-warmed moons of her buttocks in his hands,
and breathing deeply of her meadow-scented flesh. Her body was
soft and yielding against him as he ground his mouth down on hers,
locking their lips together in a bruising all-consuming kiss.
Tremors cavorted up and down her spine as her fingers reached down
and closed around the fleshy protuberance of his lust-engorged
cock. She spread her legs a little and felt his pelvis grind
against her smooth, slender hips. His belly glided against the
smooth flat plane of hers and the abrasive rubbing of his pubic
curls against her tremulous pussy acted as a completely new erotic
stimulant. The young girl squirmed beneath him and began running
her hands exploringly all over his hard body. Unable to wait any
longer she lifted up and wrapped her legs around him, squeezing
hard. Bob groaned with pleasure as he felt the full fleshy lips
of her pussy contract around his rigid penis which felt about to
burst from the pressure. Leslie's pelvis began to gyrate,
swirling his cock around in an unbearable imitation of fucking,
and already it felt moist and lubricated from her free-flowing
juices, and the sensual aroma of her secret orifice combined with
the redolent air around them intoxicated him more than the exotic
drink.
"Do it now ... oh, lover ... do it to me ..." His new
employer moaned through clenched teeth.
"You put it in!" he whispered hoarsely, taking command of the
situation.
Eagerly, Leslie reached her hand down, forcing it between
their clamped together bodies and once more her fingers curled
around his long-suffering cock. Unhesitatingly, she guided the
blood-filled column of hardened male flesh towards her young and
pulsating pussy lips and moved it up and down the hot eager outer
surface, coming to rest at the throbbing, softly bearded mouth.
He could feel the clasping petal-like opening grazing the
sensitive head of his swollen cock as it tried to desperately suck
his manhood into its gaping hot depths. Then the pent-up fury of
his aroused passion was unleashed and he drove his thick rod
forward until it slipped inside the elastic ring of her eager
young cunt and it glided easily through the slippery satin sheath.
"AAAAaaaaahhhhh ..." she moaned, her heart-felt cry a mixture
of lascivious delight and slight shock at the girth of his cock
inside her. As he continued to slide forward, the smooth walls of
her vaginal canal caressed his granite member like a velvet glove,
until he reached the very tip of her cervix. The head of his
rampaging member teased and jabbed at the firm guardian to her
womb, the novel sensation eliciting little catlike moans from the
child-woman, Leslie, who was flinging her head from side to side,
a rosy blush spreading over her angelic face.
He began to saw into her lithe, young pussy with long, hard
relentless strokes all the way up, far into her belly, until he
could go no further. Still, he wormed his thick rod around inside
her, probing at her feminine secrets, battering her ceaselessly in
the age-old rite of subjugation. Her face was a contorted rage of
desire as her fingers dug hard into his shoulders and she returned
thrust for thrust, slamming her uptilted pelvis against him,
spreading her quivering legs even further apart, to help him in
her ravagement.
Perspiration ran in little rivulets down their bodies and Bob
could feel the salt-taste of his own sweat as he labored over the
young sinewy girl he had met such a short time ago. The sun was
beating down relentlessly on their straining bodies and little
blades of grass clung to Leslie's flesh as she thrashed about
under his continual surges.
"Oooohhhh, God ..." she moaned, almost incoherently, "stick
your finger in my ass ... do it now, please do it now ..."
Her blatantly lewd request startled Bob and he was unsure at
first of what to do. He wasn't sure he'd heard her right at
first, but she continued to beg him, and, almost in a daze, Bob
reached down and tentatively pushed between the twisting cheeks of
her buttocks. His fingertip grazed the tight puckered lips of her
anus and Leslie moaned impatiently.
"Do it now, please ... do it now!"
He loosened the tight little ring, stroking its elastic
resistance with his finger, and then he rammed it in to the first
knuckle, the rubbery flesh closing tightly in on his digit. A
strangled cry escaped Leslie's throat and she grimaced with pain,
but she immediately began to screw her rectum down on his finger,
seeking to swallow it completely. He probed further, to the
second knuckle, and then until it was all completely imbedded in
her grasping nether passage. He twisted it around inside her,
feeling his own still-pistoning cock through the thin membrane
dividing the twin channels, and the pulsating venous underside of
his cock made a strange vibration on his finger as the two
intruding implements fucked into her.
Her pelvis was flailing wildly between the dual intruders,
and Bob began to saw in and out, his cock and finger in unison,
bring a shrill unending whine from Leslie, ringing through the
trees.
His bloated balls felt as if they were on fire and he knew
that he would cum soon. But he wanted the pleasure of seeing her,
this rich, high-class little bitch, writhing about in abandon from
the orgasm he was giving her, before he spewed his cum into her
hot blue-blooded little belly. She began to jerk in great
body-heaving spasms, her hips smashing against his.
"Oh, God, I'm cumming ... fuck harder, fuck harder!!!" she
cried out.
The words tore themselves loose from her in a mad jumble and
at the same time, her creamy orgasmic juices gushed around his
battering cock, as giant tremors of sexual ecstasy ripped at her
insides and the crashing walls of her gasping vagina milked at
Bob's churning prick now swollen beyond anything he had ever known
and her cumming, the supreme act of submission acted as a signal
for his own release and his thick, hot seminal fluid began its
headlong dash from his fomenting balls. His cock jerked again and
again as the milky liquid splashed heavily into her still-
quivering belly, until finally he was milked dry and there was
nothing left and they lay back on the sweat-dampened grass,
already glistening with tiny trickles of shimmering cum-juice.
Bob lay on his back, looking up at the cloudless blue sky,
his teen-age sexual partner lay beside him, sleeping lightly. The
glow of satiation fading, Bob felt embarrassed as he glanced over
their naked bodies. The realization that anyone could have passed
by and seen them in their nude lustful fornication, combined with
guilt over deceiving his wife, not to mention Leslie's age,
brought a blush of shame to his face. His shame and guilt began
to give way to anger after a moment, when he began to think about
the details which lead to their lewd coupling. Anger at Leslie
... and what she stood for. He knew that her proper New England
upbringing had nurtured an affinity in her for the coarser, less
refined elements of life, by dint of their complete exclusion.
And that includes me! he thought bitterly.
His bitter thoughts were interrupted when he felt the
youthful sprite stir beside him, and then she was sitting up,
looking at him.
She began to rub her hands up and down her smooth, curvaceous
sides, stopping to cup her breasts in her hands, kneading the
smooth flesh, the nipples spilling teasingly out through her
fingers. Her hands dropped down, stroking and massaging, coming
to rest at the vee of her legs. Her fingertips rested for a
moment on her golden fleece and then dipped down and slid between
her thighs. His eyes were riveted on the sensual sight of
auto-eroticism and the young girl, fully aware of the lustful
effect of her manipulation on the older man, spread her legs
slightly. There was a dreamy, far-away look on her young face as
her fingers began to probe at the soft hair-lined lips, and Bob
could see the hint of glistening pink. He was totally transfixed,
unable to take his eyes from the alluring sight. His eyes were
burning and his mouth hinged open as she continued to titillate
herself. As the tempo of her massaging increased, she began to
drone:
"Oh, Bob ... kiss my pussy ... I want you to lick it ... put
your mouth where my finger is! See, it's all ready for you. I
want your mouth on me ... biting me ... kissing me ... your tongue
in my pussy, sucking, licking ..."
The obscene words spilling out of the teenager's mouth again
exciting Bob to fever pitch. The young girl's lewd cantation and
her unabashed masturbation acted like a drug on him, desensitizing
and stimulating at the same time, and he half-crawled over to her,
his eyes watering from the strain of staring at her luscious ready
pussy. Seeing her desire on the point of being fulfilled, Leslie
lay back and Bob crawled up dog-like between her thighs. The
musky odor of her fresh-flowing juices and the smell of his own
cum still mingled with hers permeated his nostrils and with a
groan, he placed a hand on either leg and pulled them apart and
up, as far as they would go. Breathing heavily, he placed his
thumbs on the outside of the soft, hair-lined flanges, and slowly
drew the tender fleshy folds apart. He gasped as he gazed avidly
at the treasure he had exposed. The moist pink flesh, pulsing in
anticipation, lay open to him and he could see the star-shaped
viscous opening contracting, and the red tip of her clitoris
peeping through the maze of curls, hidden by the passion-aroused
folds.
After a moment of feasting on the sensual sight, he lowered
his head and with an animalistic growl, his tongue snaked out,
flicking at the juicy flesh. The sweetness of her aroused him
even more and his tongue began to jab at the secret indentations
of her pussy, searching, seeking, sucking voraciously at her
honey-like moistness, his mouth making slavering sounds which
echoed in the silence of the late afternoon. The teenager
squirmed wildly under the cunt-licking he was giving her and
raising her head slightly, drank in the sight of the grown man
hunched on all fours down between her widespread legs. She moaned
as she felt his tongue jabbing tentatively at her vaginal opening
and she squirmed her vagina up, trying desperately to impale her
desire-ridden pussy on his feverishly working tongue. She could
feel his hot breath blowing into her and her hot, moist passage
opened and closed like an insect-eating flower around his probing
organ.
A change was coming over Bob. No anger remained ... only
gratitude ... thankfulness to Leslie for offering him the taste,
the feel, the smell of a warm young pussy around his face ... a
sensation he had often wanted and longed for. If only Julie would
let him ...
But all thoughts of his wife vanished as he felt the young
girl's cunt flower open and her passion juices run freely down,
masking his face in a sticky sweetness. His tongue increased its
furious lashing, licking her cunt lips, nipping at the blood-
engorged bud of her clitoris, flicking at the tormented orifice,
until she bounced around on the lawn, grinding her grass-stained
buttocks harder and more desperately down into the earth. Her
thighs gripped around his ears viciously, loathe to release him,
and then her pelvis began to churn, her hips mashing hungrily up
against his face until he was barely able to breathe.
A long, guttural moan signaled her cumming and then she was
whipping around like a dervish, her body a whiplash of sensual
reaction. Spasm after spasm convulsed her, as her shrieks rent
the air, and Bob thought he might drown as the eighteen-year-old
girl's tender, young pussy gushed forth with giant torrents of
excited vaginal juices which filled every corner of his
voraciously sucking mouth and the sweet pungent odor inundated his
flared nostrils until finally, her thighs released their vise-like
grip, and they both collapsed completely exhausted and panting
heavily for breath.
* * *
Later that night, Bob sat in his own den sipping brandy.
Although it was almost midnight, he didn't feel tired. Anyway he
wanted to be sure Julie was asleep ... the thought of making love
to her tonight was unappealing. She had been so curious and
inquisitive when he came home, late, moody and preoccupied after
the hours of mind-blowing love with the teen-age girl who was his
new employer.
Thinking back now on the incredible afternoon, his feeling
about Leslie had changed completely. Whatever the reason was for
her interest in him, he was willing to go along with her in
anything she wanted him to do. He wanted to learn all she had to
teach, and judging by her performance of this afternoon, he
thought wryly, that's a hell of a lot!
Chapter 4
"Bob, we just have to do something about our garden! It's a
real mess! You promised me you'd take care of it ... at least
clip the damned hedges! I just can't believe you ... of all peo-
ple, would let it get into such a state!"
Julie continued to complain as she poured the coffee. In the
four weeks since Bob had started work at the Lansing mansion, he
had neglected their own garden, which was becoming completely
overgrown. Weeds sprouted profusely, thanks to the warm summer
weather, interspersed with frequent showers, and the grass and
hedges also flourished.
"For God's sake, Julie," Bob stormed, "I've told you before
... I don't have time. So quit nagging ... I'll get to it
sometime."
Julie, fighting back biting words of anger, dashed out of the
kitchen and rushed into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
Once there, she lost her temper completely and began throwing
clothes and shoes around in a fury.
"The bastard! The Goddamn bastard!" she mumbled, finally
sitting down on the bed, out of breath. The room was a complete
shambles, but Julie was oblivious to the havoc she had wreaked.
She felt more than just angry at Bob ... a slow, burning
hatred was taking over her being and controlling her. She felt
just like the garden ... neglected, uncared-for ... the object of
no one's attention. Daily now she nagged at her husband trying to
get him to tend to the lawn and the hedges, but he seemed to be in
a different world recently. At times, he was moody and dreamy,
other times gruff and morose. And they hadn't made love in weeks!
Her negative feelings were like the weeds in the garden, choking
out all the flowers and shrubs, until the whole thing was nothing
but a mess.
* * *
Bob slammed out the door. How could he be bothered hanging
around her nagging! Julie had certainly been giving him a hard
time recently he grumbled, as he got in his car and hurriedly
drove off. Maybe she had her reasons to complain, he thought, but
a man just had to have his freedom. Leslie had taught him that
... in fact he'd learned more from her about himself than he'd
dreamed possible. She was some baby! It was almost impossible to
give any thought to Julie's snide remarks when he knew he was
going to see Leslie every day for some time to come!
His little blonde employer might be young, he thought, but
she knew enough to instruct women twice her age in the ways of the
world. Pleasure and more pleasure seemed to be her motto, and Bob
was in complete agreement with her philosophy! Why he'd gone
years with Julie without getting laid properly ... and it had
taken only answering one simple want ad in the paper to settle
that as well as his formerly distressing financial circumstances!
What a windfall!
He drove quickly down the by now familiar route to the
imposing mansion, already anticipating the surprises, both
culinary and sensual, that Leslie might have in store for him that
day.
* * *
In her pink and white bedroom, Leslie lay back languidly on
her bed, watching as her identical twin sister adjusted her eye
makeup in the elaborately carved mirror.
"Oh, you'll love him, Li ... he has the most beautiful cock!"
"Shhhh ..." her sister cautioned, blushing a delicate rose
pink under her skin. "Don't use such words!" But nevertheless her
green eyes sparkled a little more at the things her sister had
been telling her about the new gardener. Leslie was incorrigible,
she thought, last year it had been the carpenter, and the year
before, the plumber ... they'd been only sixteen then, but the
plumber hadn't seemed to mind. It was always Leslie who had the
penchant for working-class men, but somehow Lila would always be
drawn into the fun before it was over. She didn't mind really,
although it was always a little harder for her at first than it
was for her twin.
But now that Leslie had already broken this one in ... well
... she'd been away for a long time, and it hadn't exactly been as
stimulating as she might have wished, And besides, she was very
curious by now to see just what this gardener was like!
"Okay sweetie ... give me one of your dresses before he gets
here," she said, giving her sister a knowing look in the mirror.
"Here we go again," she thought, as a familiar rush of
excitement seemed to fill her veins.
* * *
The front door opened slowly, and Bob felt his usual
excitement when he caught sight of the beautiful blonde girl. She
looked even more fabulous to him this morning than ever ... her
golden hair was neatly tied back and she was wearing a short crisp
cotton dress that made her look like a fresh young schoolgirl.
"Good morning, beautiful," he said, gaily, reaching out for
her. He was surprised to see that she drew back from him,
stepping backwards beyond his reach.
"What's wrong?" he asked, suddenly worried that he'd done
something to mess up his incredible windfall.
Lila's exquisite features recomposed themselves, and she
smiled reassuringly at the stranger before her. He was good-
looking, she thought ... but it would be far more interesting to
put him through a little test before he so much as touched her!
"What about your gardening?" she inquired. "All play and no
work makes Bob a dull boy!"
Bob blushed and felt a momentary flush of anger. After all
he'd done with this little broad, it was humiliating to be
reminded that he was after all, still only an employee.
"I'll get on with the job," he mumbled stiffly, moving past
her.
"Fine!" she replied, closing the front door.
Bob worked furiously all morning in the back rose garden,
growing more and more incensed by the way Leslie had treated him
when he arrived. She hadn't even offered
him anything to drink, the way she usually did! He worked
on, until about noon,
completely unaware of the two giggling girls who watched him
from the upper floor
of the house.
When finally, the sweat was pouring off him and the sun was
high in the sky, he was relieved to see a familiar shape, walking
easily toward him across the lawn, carrying what looked to be two
frosty gin and tonics. She was wearing a frilly pinafore that
resembled a maid uniform, except it was obviously fabricated from
a very expensive material, and was of a soft pink-violet color.
The top of it was scooped out so low that he could see the tops of
her nipples when she leaned over to set the small tray down.
"Boy!" he said, wiping his brow ... "I could sure use one of
those!"
"Oh?" Lila asked, looking directly into his eyes ... "and
what else could you use?"
Bob stammered a little not wanting to be rebuffed again.
Still the tone of her voice had done it again. He was hungry for
her touch, his stiff cock quivering at the very hint that it would
get a chance to slip between the tantalizing young thighs of the
girl before him.
"I ..." he started.
"Don't bother to answer," the lovely twin replied, brushing
her hand through the air, as if to dismiss her words. "Come on
over this way with me!" Bob picked up his glass and followed her,
his face wearing a puzzled, quizzical expression. She certainly
was acting strange! Would he ever understand women?
He observed her carefully as she walked before him. There
was something different about her today, but he couldn't quite put
his finger on it! His rampant penis, however, jerked upward a
little more at each sway of the full, sensual hips before him, and
he found that this new attitude of hers was highly stimulating,
whatever its cause.
Finally she stopped, after having traversed the back gardens.
Leslie's gorgeous twin sister turned to him and laughed, "Do you
play croquet?" she asked, extended her arm to where several wooden
mallets and balls lay alongside the hoops, already laid out in
order on the lawn.
"No, I don't," Bob replied, "but I could learn!"
Lila carefully explained the rudiments of the game, stating
that a penalty would have to be paid for each miss.
They started playing, Lila being the first, and she succeeded
in steering the ball through the first hoop.
Bob took his turn, but his ball was wide of the hoop.
"You missed! You missed! You have to pay a penalty!" Lila
sing-songed, jumping up and down in childish glee.
"Okay!" Bob laughed, "what do I have to do?" He figured he'd
go along with her little game.
"Take off an article of clothing!" Lila said slyly, "this is
strip croquet!"
"Like strip poker?" Bob asked, his interest peaking.
"Uh-uh," Lila said, her lovely face wreathed in smiles.
Bob was wearing a working shirt and pants, so he took off his
shoes first.
Slowly, the game progressed, Bob rapidly losing his socks and
shirt before the exciting blond creature even took off her thong
sandals.
It was Bob's turn again and he took careful aim. To his
dismay, his shot was wide of the mark, and he slowly put down his
mallet and with a sheepish look on his face, slowly removed his
trousers. He stood there, in his shorts, acutely aware of Lila's
stare burning into his still-bulging crotch. The realization that
she was straining, staring at his shorts was strangely exciting to
him. Unaccountably he was somewhat embarrassed to be playing this
silly lawn game in his undershorts with his eccentric young
employer watching him as though he were some kind of zoological
specimen. Yet he felt a stab of pride when her eyes began to
register, with obvious delight, the enormity of the growing bulge.
The game continued, Lila scoring again, and once more Bob
carefully hit the ball, only to have it fail to pass through the
hoop.
"Penalty!" Lila said quietly, a slightly husky quiver now
discernible in her voice.
Deliberately, he drew down his shorts, and they slipped down,
falling around his ankles. His uncommonly big prick sprang up,
semi-erect, joyfully free, the head gleaming a phosphorescent
purple in the sun, and Lila stood there, gaping at it, as if
mesmerized by the sight.
"Oh, it's lovely," she breathed, all interest in her game
completely gone, "and so big!" She took a step towards him,
licking her lips, running her pointed little tongue around their
fully provocative plumpness, her eyes fixated on his growing cock.
"I want to make it bigger ... let me suck it until it's
bigger, much bigger ..."
Something about the way she said this made Bob wonder what
was going on. She acted as though she'd never seen him nude
before!
"What about our game?" Bob stammered unthinkingly, confused.
"I give up!" she said dramatically, "you win!" And she began
to unzip her dress. Bob watched the frilly garment fall away from
her well-filled shoulders, leaving her dressed only in a push-up
bra and lace panties. His eyes followed the voluptuous line of
her well-built body and he suddenly realized that there was
something different. Her skin was just a trifle more tanned in
places, and right beside her indented belly button was a
strawberry birthmark in the form of a star!
He watched agog, eyes staring in disbelief as she began to
unhook her bra and in a second her breasts fell free ... golden
silky smooth orbs, the nipples like brown eyes, already squirming
into rigidity. He gaped as he saw her slip her hands inside her
lacy stretch panties and gently ease them down over her flowing
hips, exposing the glossy pubic triangle at the vee of her well-
shaped legs.
She stepped out of her panties, and as casually as if she
were alone in her own bathroom she stood there, her head and
shoulders thrown back, her high, perfectly swelled breasts jutting
out proudly like twin snow-capped mountain peaks. Her trim waist
flared to perfectly molded hips, which fell to long slender,
aristocratic legs, so smooth, so velvety. She thrust out her
pelvis, her hipbones straining and Bob could see the sliver of her
sparsely hair-lined cunt lips, already moist with the flowing of
her vaginal juices, offered to him unequivocally.
"How about another little game?" she rasped.
"Lila ...!" her name gasped past his arid throat but he
couldn't say another word. He knew now that this was Leslie's
twin sister, returned from her trip. Her loveliness, the stark
sensuality of her lewd pose overcame him and he could only stand
there, his eyes bulging. He could feel pinpricks of desire
pinching at his cock creating an almost unbearable ache that
demanded relief.
Taking his hand in hers, she wordlessly led him and he
mindlessly followed her over to a grove of cypresses that rose in
a phalliclike cluster to the sky. They entered the sheltered,
well-secluded grove and sat down. Lila's eyes fastened greedily
on Bob's ever-growing prick.
"Oh, Bob," she breathed, "Leslie was right ... it's really
beautiful!"
And without another word, she reached towards him and cupped
his expanding organ in her two hands. He jerked up off the ground
at the electrifying touch of her cool fingers on the bloated
sensitive periphery of his penis and moaned as he felt her run her
fingertips along its length. He felt her nail scrape the bulbous
head and jab momentarily at the tiny glans opening from which he
knew lubricant was already seeping. Her long slender fingers
toyed with the pulsing, webbed underside, testing the resiliency
of the sperm-carrying tube, and trailing along till they came to
the flaccid, wrinkled sac of his testicles. He hissed out a harsh
groan as the tentaclelike fingers gently squeezed his testes,
sending chills shooting through him.
Lila was still staring at his rock-hard cock, as if
fascinated by the result of her expert manipulations, and now she
lowered her lovely, blond head towards his groin and her little
tongue flicked out and licked lightly at the grotesquely distended
pillar of his masculinity.
"Oh, Christ ..." he moaned, turning his head from side to
side as he felt the first warm wet sensation of her tongue coating
his prick with hot saliva. She ran it up and down its full rigid
length, accustoming herself to every inch, every crevice of it,
probing at the base, rooting among the wiry tufts, searching for
the very foundations. Then she painted his balls with her hungry
mouth, trying to catch as much of the wrinkled flesh as possible.
Bob writhed on the soft ground. He'd never known anything
like it. To lie there, in the open sun, and be sucked off by a
virtual stranger, yes, that's what she was! This was something
completely new! But perverted as it was, it felt oddly natural
having his cock sucked ... and sucked damn well ... by the
exquisitely beautiful twin sister of his teen-aged employer. And
it felt so good, so goddamn good!
Lila's lips closed thirstily over the now-enormous head of
his cock and she gasped aloud as she formed a firm circle with her
mouth about the rigid rod of flesh just below the head. Then she
squeezed on it, while her tongue flitted in and out of the tiny
slit at the head, noting that spasms of profound pleasure were
shaking the gardener's body. Her lips slipped farther down the
moistened rod until the head was pushing against the back of her
throat. But still she kept on taking more and more of the huge
organ into her mouth until it reached the top of her esophagus!
Mmmmm, she wondered in the swoon of ecstasy, can I take it all in
without gagging?
Raising his head slightly, Bob saw her bent over him on her
knees, a faint sheen of perspiration coating her face, as she
blushed from the sheer exertion of what she was doing. But there
was a look of complete joy on her face as she worked over him and
the sight of his purple cock disappearing between the smooth oval
of her rosy lips, increased his pleasure a thousandfold. Then she
released his prick for a moment and began to lick his madly
churning balls once more with great sweeps of her tongue, tickling
the ridge between the testes and then dropping below to the
crevice of his buttocks, teasingly moving lower, pushing his legs
up and back and opening the cheeks of his buttocks with her
thumbs. He gasped in surprise as he felt her pointed tongue
dabbing snakelike at his anus and chills of forbidden pleasure
raced up and down his spine. She stiffened her tongue until it
was as rigid as buckram and began to probe harder at his untested
sphincter, until his loins were threshing about frenziedly in
surprised delight.
Then, once more lowering his legs back down, she returned to
his prick, which was huge and bloated, throbbing with an intensity
all its own. Again she enclosed it in her mouth, establishing a
slow sucking rhythm by gliding her soft ovalled lips along its
almost never-ending length right down to the base, and then
slipping back along its palpitating surface until just the head
was still imbedded in her mouth, while at the same time, milking
his balls in almost unbearable time to the oral fucking she was
subjecting her mouth to.
Bob felt as if his to lower torso as on fire.
Great red-hot flames were licking at his loins and his sperm
were rioting around in his balls, pressuring for release. His
head was spinning and he ground his teeth in anticipation of the
shattering orgasm he knew was coming and at the same time, willing
it away for just another moment of ecstatic pleasure.
"I can't trust either of you for a moment!"
The voice rang through the grove, and Bob sat bolt upright
his eyes wide open and his mouth hanging like a broken hinge.
Leslie had found them! Momentarily hidden by the trees, she now
came into view, wearing only a towel, sarong-style, which just
covered the twin mounds of her breasts and barely covered her
pubis. He knew it was a stupid time to think about it, but Bob
felt he had never seen her looking so appealing ... her legs still
moist and her hair wisping from the steam of her bath.
"I see you two have already met!" Leslie said with a
sarcastic note.
He saw her eyes fall on his ponderous prick and was self-
conscious at the way it stuck up like a flag, waving blue and
purple in the sunlight, a drop of cum from his just-thwarted
orgasm glistening in the slit at the top. Lila knelt there,
looking at her sister, her hand still squeezing at his balls.
"How could you do this to me, Lila?" Leslie asked, a pained
expression on her face.
"I just couldn't help it, Leslie ..." Lila answered in a low
voice. Bob didn't know where to look. He felt mortified at being
found like this by Leslie and was afraid she wouldn't understand
that he had thought it was her at first.
"Look, girls ..." he began in a conciliatory voice.
"You stay out of it!" they chorused together and Bob felt
like a chastised schoolboy.
"What shall we do?" Lila asked, a questioning look on her
face.
"I guess we'll have to share him ..." Leslie answered,
dropping the towel from her body.
"What do you mean?" Bob stammered. He'd already been
planning to slip away as soon as possible.
He was answered by a burst of girlish giggles and then he
felt a hand against his chest and he was pushed over backwards.
Chaos ensued for a moment until he felt his cock become warm and
moist again, the hypnotizing slipping of a warm buttery mouth down
over its almost full length, the gently insistent milking of his
balls. He was just about to raise his head when he felt a warm
moistness over his face, a weight on his chest, and then his
breath was cut off for a moment. Opening his eyes, he looked up
and saw a soft golden forest, surmounted by a flat smooth belly,
rising to upswept breasts proudly pointing. Her head was thrown
back and he could just catch a glimpse of a tawny mane. It must
be Leslie, he thought, or is it Lila?
She settled back on his chest and then closed her thighs
around his face, easing the damp pinkness of her vagina over his
nose and mouth. Heat was rising in his groin again as Lila, or
was it Leslie, continued to lick along the uneven surface of his
cock, slavering lovingly over its growing girth, jerking his
scrotum with a stormy hand. The sweet feminine smell of the pink
furrowed pussy on his face assailed his nostrils and his own warm
breath returned, cunt-scented, to add to his fervor.
He stabbed out with his tongue and began to emblazon trails
of fire in its warm hair-lined folds, bringing gurgles of pleasure
from the girl above. He probed with his tongue at the satiny
softness of the hair-rimmed outer lips, feeling their swollen
fleshiness, biting at their pliant edges. His tongue found the
crinkle-edged inner lips, tiny and ragged, and taunted them
mercilessly. He came upon the burgeoning button of her clitoris,
already a hard bud, and holding it firmly with his teeth, licked
at it relentlessly with his laboring tongue, feeling it growing
and expanding under his oral lashing, wringing shrieks from the
passion-ridden girl, who was twisting around on his face, trying
to escape the maddening ministration. His tongue roamed at will,
dabbing at the luscious chiffony flesh, until it found the dark,
private sensitive opening to her body. It darted inside, and he
could feel her velvet cunt walls contracting, opening and closing
on his tongue. He could taste the nectarlike juices of her downy
pussy, which dripped down around his tongue and fell into his
mouth and dribbled down his chin. She was rocking about on his
face, her knees clenched over the crown of his head. All along
his face, he could feel the smooth silkiness of her inner thighs
and the soft curliness of her pubic hair tickled his nose.
Looking up he could see her full, jiggling breasts bobbing,
like buoys at sea. Reaching up he encompassed each firm, ripe
melon in his hand and felt with pleasure the smooth resiliency of
their alabasterlike flesh. The hardened nipples were like horns
butting against his palms and he could feel the contraction of the
wrinkled areolae as they strove to greater turgidity.
A sense of weightlessness took hold of him as he licked and
lapped with his tongue in time to the sucking of the mouth below
on his near-bursting cock and his mind began to wander into a
mistiness of sensuality.
He was brought back to reality by heavy raindrops which
splashed down in quick succession on the three writhing nude
bodies in the cypress grove. In the height and dizziness of their
passion, they had failed to notice the darkening of the sky.
Nonplused for a moment, Bob stopped his slavish licking of the
cunt squashed against his face, but the vacuumlike sucking of his
enormously erect cock continued unabated, in spite of the many
raindrops which slipped between the furiously pumping mouth and
the madly pistoning cock.
He could feel the ground beneath him getting soggy and the
rainwater was running in little streams from the body perched over
his face.
He could sense the sensual twin's approaching orgasm and she
began to mash her helplessly aroused pussy harder down into his
face, her entire loins rimming his nose and mouth, so that he had
difficulty breathing. She clasped his soaking hair and pulled
furiously on it while she strained to climax, bucking about over
him. He rammed his tongue deep up into the churning mouth of her
cunt, bringing cry after tortured cry from her lust-tormented
throat. Her maddened thrashing made a wet sluicing sound as her
heated loins ground hungrily on the rain drenched surface of his
face and her breasts felt slippery as he tried to clutch at their
wildly dancing fullness. The image of a mermaid entered his mind,
wet, sensuous, rising from the sea, and the thought renewed his
feverish tongue slashing far up into her smooth cuntal depths,
where he could feel the sinewy walls closing in on his tongue,
desperately trying to tear it from its roots.
Then he felt her stiffen, her entire body straightening like
a whiplash, and he heard her voice in gasping sobs:
"Aaaaaggghhhhh ... oh God, I'm ... I'm ... cuummmiiinnnggg!"
Her whole body seemed to shatter over Bob, and he could feel
the wild vibrations as they passed from her shimmering cunt up
through her body, like myriads of electric shocks. She arched her
slender back and then jerked uncontrollably, moaning and wailing
to the skies, as a wildly cascading flood of her sexual juices
spilled down over his face, commingling with the rain, to slide
down over his chin and onto his neck.
The tremendous force of her tumultuous orgasm loosened the
control Bob had over his own climax, prolonging the exquisite
pleasure, and just as he felt that his sperm bloated balls would
burst, a furious thunderclap in the distance shook the earth and
loosened the torrents of his hot jets of semen. He ground up his
pelvis against the voraciously sucking girl, sinking his member in
her voraciously milking mouth up to the hilt, as the searing hot
sperm exploded down her gulping gullet.
"NnnghOOOHAargghnnnn!" he moaned and gurgled into the cunt of
the still-twitching girl above, and with one final outrageous
paroxysm, spurted his last drop of lust-heated semen deep into the
still pumping oval mouth of the young blonde sister below him.
His last orgasmic spasm disengaged the swooning beauty on his
chest and all three gradually fell in a drenched tangle on the
ground, panting in great gulps.
Minutes later, his breath back to normal, Bob looked up at
the two girls. They were laughing and giggling, their bodies
sleek and shiny from the still falling rain, their hair dripping
yellow rattails on their shoulders.
God they are identical, he thought, as he looked at their
glistening bodies.
"Which one ...?" he started to ask.
His unfinished question brought another bout of twittering,
until finally, one of them said:
"Guess?"
"I couldn't," Bob answered, smiling.
"Well, then there's only one way to find out!" she said.
"What's that?" Bob asked earnestly.
"Do it again!" the decadent teen-aged twins laughed together
and Bob nodding in agreement, reached over towards the two eager
and waiting twins.
Chapter 5
Julie gulped down her martini, her eyes fas-tened on the young
boy outside, who was busily mowing the lawn. She wondered if she
had made a mistake in hiring such a youngster to take care of the
garden. She remembered her desperation of that morning and how,
over her usual soli-tary cup of black coffee, she had finally
decided to take matters into her own hands and do some-thing about
the chaotic state of the garden.
Ideal Garden Help, the ad in the local paper had read, and
promised all kinds of garden work done. The final sentence in the
imposing ad, Satisfaction Guaranteed, had clinched the matter in
her mind and she decided to ring them.
An hour later, this young man had arrived, He was only about
fifteen and he was tall and dark with almost swarthy features and
intense moody eyes. She guessed he must be of Portuguese
extraction, as there was a settlement from Portugal in the city.
His name was Eduardo, and she had felt ill at ease from the
thorough visual examination he'd given her when he first came.
His eyes seemed old beyond his years, and they had burned into her
making her feel as if her body had been laid bare to his rather
insolent gaze.
Her martini finished, she found that she was constantly
looking at him. The drink bolstering her confidence, she decided
to go out in the garden and see how the work was progressing.
He looked up at her as she walked across the lawn to him.
"How's it coming along, Eduardo?" she asked cheerily.
"Very well, ma'am," he said, a faint smile brightening his
deeply tanned youthful face.
"When do you think you'll be finished with the lawn? There
are a few more things you can help me with."
"I'm at your service anytime ma'am," he said, his dazzling
white teeth flashing, as he bowed slightly.
"Good, Eduardo. I'll probably need you for several days."
"Thank you, ma'am," he said simply, his eyes wandering over
her body, brazenly taking in the outline of her nipples pressing
against the thin material of her dress. His stare brought a flush
of embarrassment to her face. She gave the boy a cold look and
walked briskly back into the house.
Once back in the safety of the house, Julie tried to pass off
his look as the product of his lack of upbringing. Poor boy, she
thought, he's probably been underprivileged all his life! She sat
on the living room couch engrossed in a copy of a Homes and
Gardens magazine. Her recent preoccupation with their own garden
had led her to buy several glossy magazines portraying
magnificently laid out gardens, well-appointed houses and
sumptuous interiors.
Her mind wandered as she gazed at the lovely colored
pictures, secretly envying the owners of such well-manicured
grounds and she pictured how their own place would look when
Eduardo was finished.
He was really a nice boy, she mused, probably just a trifle
overawed in her presence, hence his familiarity with her. And he
really was very attractive. He had a good build, too. She
wondered what kind of girl friends he had. Little dark girls like
himself, she supposed. She had heard about how passionate they
were too.
As she read, she sipped another dry martini, and when she'd
finished it, she found she wanted another. Outside, she watched
as Eduardo continued his work, and gradually over her third drink,
she stopped reading completely to watch the young boy.
She was so absorbed in her own thoughts, that she didn't
notice when he turned to watch her watching him ... not until he
had smirked insolently and smiled as though he knew her every
secret thought.
She blushed profusely when she saw, and looked quickly down
to her magazine, the printing and photographs a blur to her
martini-dulled eyes. She dared not look up again, and as she held
the magazine, she noticed that her hands were trembling.
"Silly fool," she said to herself. "What on earth's wrong
with you anyway? After all, it wasn't as though I'm dealing with
a grown man. He was just a child ... hardly anything to get all
upset about!"
All of a sudden she squealed, nearly jumping out of her skin.
Eduardo had entered the house through the side door, and was now
breathing heavily over her shoulder. She could smell a slight
waft of animal perspiration from his work in the garden, and
although she expected to be rebuffed by it, there was something
about it that she liked. BUT WHY WAS THIS BOY LOOKING OVER HER
SHOULDER THIS WAY? She felt unable to cope with anything ... WHY
HAD SHE HAD THAT LAST DRINK?
"Pretty pictures!" Eduardo smiled, flashing bright beautiful
teeth at her. "You like your garden to look like that?" His hand
snaked out, and brushing past Julie's cheek, pointed directly at a
luxurious garden in the magazine.
"Why ... of course," Julie found herself stammering ... "Who
wouldn't? But shouldn't you ... I mean have you finished for the
day?"
He hadn't budged an inch, his youthful face was still
dangerously close to hers, hand still extended across her shoulder
to the open magazine page.
"I like the way you look at me ..." he grinned pleasantly,
still not budging.
"Why whatever ... I mean I don't think I've looked at you any
special way ... you're a very nice boy, but ..."
"Oh!" Suddenly Julie gasped aloud, shivers of fear tingling
her nerves. To her horror, she felt hands on her, one on each
breast, and she was so stunned at the shattering reality of this
fact, that it was moments before she could make a move. In those
split seconds, her terrified eyes saw the dark young face of the
young gardener looking down at her, his eyes boring into her.
He shifted slightly, lightly licking his lips and moving
closer to her. The movement broke the strange spell and with a
cry, she struggled to break away from the child's embrace.
"How dare you!" she cried indignantly. "Take your hands off
me! Why I'm almost old enough to be your mother!"
His only answer was a small, conceited laugh, squeezing
harder on her straining breasts and then he began to manipulate
them slowly beneath the prying of her fingers at his hands.
"I saw how you looked at me," he whispered sensuously. "I'm
not a boy ... I'm a man ... you'll see!"
In spite of her initial anger, a kind of dreamy torpor was
enveloping her as she listened to his soporific voice and waves of
unwanted desire began to flood through her deprived body.
It felt so good! How was that possible?
For a moment, she wondered just how much of a man he actually
was, but it didn't really matter, what mattered was getting away
from him. She struggled against his hands again, but a general
weakness invaded her and she fell back to the couch. It wasn't so
very wrong ... a voice said. She had to have some consolation for
her husband's disgraceful treatment of her ... and besides, it
wouldn't go any farther than this, it was harmless enough ... she
was a grown woman, after all!
Eduardo slid around and noiselessly sat down beside her, his
hands rapidly returning to the older woman's breasts. He had her
where he wanted her, now. He'd seen that look on women before,
and he knew what it was they wanted. And this one was really
stacked, not like that skinny Mrs. Hertz he'd worked for a few
weeks ago! Oh, he knew what she wanted alright, and he was fully
capable of getting what he wanted ... a piece of her high and
mighty, Miss Priss, pussy!
He smiled and inched closer to Julie and releasing one hand
from her breasts, tried to pull her toward him, so that her head
was on his chest. Julie resisted feebly, she'd had too many
drinks and the confusion in her head had let the entire situation
get out of control. Julie heard the whine of a dress zipper and
then she felt a hand sliding confidently inside her dress. She
must stop him now, before it was too late, he was going too far
now!
But then his hand was on the bare flesh of her chest and
began tracing a tremulous path up to where her breasts were
throbbing encased in a light nylon bra. Her heart began to thud
as his fingers insinuated themselves up under the band of her bra
and with an upward tug, slipped the right cup over her trembling
globe, releasing it into freedom. Shivers chilled her as she felt
the cool rush of air raise goose bumps on its sensitive surface
and then the boy's fingers were around it and he was cupping the
ripe fullness of it in his palm, the nipple pressing against his
finger. She moaned as she felt the contact of his cool flesh
against her hot skin, as he touched the hard bud of her nipple,
pinching it between his fingers.
Then Eduardo's bold young hand left her breast and Julie felt
a distinct pang of disappointment as her naked flesh lay there
uncaressed once more. But he had withdrawn his hand from her
dress and in a flash, snaked it up her thigh, further, further, as
she clenched her smooth white thighs tightly together. But his
palm brushed electrically against her nylon covered pubic hair
anyway and it hesitated there for a moment before beginning to
massage the throbbing unprotected triangle.
Julie trembled from the delicious contact. It was good, very
very good ... it wasn't her fault that she couldn't, wouldn't stop
this brazenly forward boy. His fingers slipped down feeling the
moist furrow of the older woman's wet cunt through the dampened
crotchband of her panties. Involuntarily Julie flexed her pelvis
up against the boy's middle finger and flushes of hot and cold
arrows darted up from the pink flanges of her lust ridden pussy.
From somewhere in the back of her mind, came a warning note,
and gathering her willpower, she pressed her palms firmly against
Eduardo's chest and tried to push him away.
"No, no," she cried, struggling. "Stop it! Stop it! We--
must--stop--it!" But Eduardo didn't stop. Instead he flicked up
his hand and boldly inserted it down the waistband of her flimsy
panties, resting a few seconds on the trembling plane of her
stomach only to drop lower to tangle in the first curly strands of
her pubic thatch.
The shocking contact was too much for Julie's love-denied
body, and she began to wildly oscillate her pelvis, with almost
violent shudders. Her eyes closed as she began a low, lascivious
moan, and the last vestiges of struggle and doubt fled from her
and she surrendered herself to the crude animalistic advances of
the fifteen-year-old boy.
Eduardo sensed with triumph her complete capitulation to him.
So I wasn't wrong, after all, he gloated, she's hot for it, just
like I knew she would be!
His fingers played maddeningly at her desire-drenched pubic
curls, tugging at them, stroking them like he would a cat, and
then suddenly dipping into the quivering furrow of her passionate
pussy. Julie clung to his slight form, half sobbing, as his
fingers rummaged around in the warm, moist recesses, pillaging her
inner secrets and her whole body vibrated from the fierce arousal
below. The fingers found the palpitating point of her clitoris
and began to tease at it, stroking the hard little spearhead into
greater rigidity, each deft probe bringing fresh moans of
delirious delight from the lusting woman.
She groaned freely in frenzied sexual abandon, no thought
left in her head but the appeasement of the hunger that his
delicious attentions had started in her. Julie sobbed aloud when
the youthful gardener finally found the tiny quivering cuntal
entrance with his middle finger, and without preliminary, wormed
it around in the wet, willing hole up to the knuckle. He rotated
it around the lubricant-saturated sheath, feeling the spasmodic
contractions of the smooth vaginal walls as he finger-fucked her
in and out. She thrust her churning cunt further down, her face a
crimson mask of wanton lewdness as she tried to engulf his finger
in her pulsating depths. Almost angrily, unaware of what she was
doing, she reached down and grasping his hand, of which one finger
was plundering her open cunt, and she tried to jam the remaining
digits into her burning pussy.
Thwarted by the still hindering material of her panties, she
angrily grabbed at the restricting clothing and with strength born
of unabashed depravity, tore the flimsy fabric from her loins,
exposing her naked crotch to the young boy she'd hired to do the
lawn. This time, Eduardo needed no more persuasion and sunk one,
two more fingers in the throbbing hole until all three were
teasing around in the velvety interior of Julie's straining cunt.
She ground her soaked pussy against his hand and her vaginal
juices flowed freely down on his laboring palm, so that he could
feel the soft pulsations of her hair-fringed cunt lips.
Julie's cries of pleasure filled the living room and her full
mooned buttocks spasmed into the drenched sofa cushion as she
squirmed under the intense finger-fucking of the pseudo-phallus.
Eduardo glanced with pleasure at the twitching body of this
frustrated housewife, his eyes taking in her glazed lust-dimmed
look, her upper lip stretched taut over her teeth, her fingers
digging convulsively into the sofa.
She's really a hot one, he nodded to himself. Wait till I
fuck her! Just wait!
Just then, her whole body stiffened like a ramrod, and with
an inhuman scream, Julie began to flail about, her pelvis mashing
up against his fingers. Her hands began to claw convulsively at
his hair, his head, and when the full force of her orgasm hit her
like a hurricane, she began to shriek insanely:
"Oh, God ... I'm cumming ... oh, I'm cumming ..."
Eduardo was afraid she'd fall off the couch in her tremendous
jerking. He'd never seen anything like it. But finally she lay
back, her breasts heaving, her legs askew, a thin trail of sticky
moisture clinging to her thighs.
Sanity finally returned and with it, reality. The insolent
young boy was standing over her now, a lewd grin on his face, and
he was patting the ominous bulge between his legs, which seemed to
be growing before her eyes.
"Are you ready for me now, baby?" he leered, his eyes glued
to her still-throbbing, still-exposed cunt.
"Get out of here!" she screamed, "Get the hell out of here!"
"My finger is good enough for you, but not my cock, eh?"
Eduardo called as he nevertheless exited rapidly, his eyes
blazing.
"If you're not out of here in three minutes, I'll call the
police! I'll tell my husband!" she threatened, her voice shrill
and loud.
"Okay, lady," the boy snarled, "have it your way. But why
not let me tell him what your pussy looks like!"
He stalked out and Julie was left standing alone trembling
violently, the drying stains on the couch staring at her in
accusation of what she'd done. Becoming conscious of her
half-naked state, one breast lewdly bare, her eyes fell on her
torn panties, discarded on the floor, and her face turned scarlet
as the details of her obscene surrender came clearly back.
What came over me? she sobbed. How could I allow a fifteen-
year-old boy, a dirty, filthy young boy, to even touch me?
Chapter 6
"You'll like our friends," Leslie said, lifting up on one
elbow. They were all sunbathing on the upstairs terrace, and Bob
scanned the full brown globes of the delightful twin's naked
breasts as she rose up to address him. Lila lay a few feet
beyond, stretched out upon her back, the golden triangle of her
tight young pussy ex-posed to the warming rays of the sun. Her
eyes were closed, and Bob wondered if she was sleep-ing. Neither
one of them had seemed to be in the mood for lovemaking that day,
and he was curious to know just what they had on their minds.
The last few days had been like a pasha's dream ... he had
never been happier, treated to the most glorious days of his life.
Gradually, he had taken to spending more and more time at the
mansion, and consequently less and less time at home with Julie.
He rationalized that there was little reason for him to stay home
anyway, the way Julie had been acting recently. Once he'd even
considered mentioning it to the girls, but then he'd thought
better of it. They certainly could give Julie some pointers,
though, he'd figured, about what being a woman is all about!
Although he'd completed his gardening chores by now, the
sumptuous fee the girls had paid him was enough to enable him to
loaf for several weeks ... so instead of bothering to look for new
jobs, he'd decided to give himself the vacation he figured he so
richly deserved.
A hot tingle streaked through him as he thought about what
the ever-surprising twins had been hinting at for some time. It
certainly looked as if today was the day!
"We'd better start getting ready for Ken and Linda!" Leslie
said, reaching out and gently shaking her stark naked sleeping
twin by the arm.
"Remember, Bob ..." Leslie said as they gathered up their
cushions and suntan creams. "Three o'clock ... in the study!"
Lila finished.
"And don't bother to dress!" they echoed in unison as they
left him to himself.
* * *
At exactly three o'clock, Bob knocked on the study door.
Curious and excited, he held his breath in that split second
before the door was opened. Contrary to his first expectation, he
was somewhat disappointed to see Ken standing there holding the
door open.
Ken was a tall guy, about thirty, with salt and pepper hair,
and even Bob could see that he exuded a kind of magnetic sexuality
and overpowering maleness. Stark naked with a drink in his hand,
he cheerfully ushered Bob in. His prick lay semi-erect, dangling
down under his belly, and Bob could tell that when it was fully
aroused, it would be a long, menacing weapon. Bob was far more
interested in the girl, Linda, a rather small, dark-haired girl,
her face shining with a schoolgirl freshness. She could not be
any older than the twins. In fact, Bob mused, I'll bet she's a
year or two younger! Her pert breasts jutted out in greeting ...
creamy rounded orbs, her dark pubic triangle a striking contrast
to the ivory of her skin. She was talking animatedly with Lila,
and Leslie engaged in quiet conversation with Ken. The twins were
also naked but Bob had learned to distinguish them by Lila's
birthmark so he could tell them apart at a glance.
"Why don't you make yourself a drink, Bob ... and then
perhaps you'd like to watch for a while!" Lila suggested. Hoping
that he wouldn't miss anything, Bob slipped into the kitchen and
made himself a tall whiskey and soda. Carrying his drink, he went
silently back to the study, and was rather surprised to find that
things had progressed rapidly in his absence.
Ken and Linda had spread a blanket on the floor and were
already locked together in a tight, passionate embrace. Her
slender, manicured hands were wound around his neck and Bob could
catch a glimpse of Ken's hungrily probing tongue slipping into the
petite, dark-haired girl's receptive mouth. He could see that
Linda's eyes were beginning to dilate and an unmistakable smoky
haze of passion flickered through them as the older man slowly
aroused her ripe, young body. Being only about ten feet away, he
could see every nuance and expression on their faces. Ken's mouth
tore away from the passionate fullness of Linda's lips and began
to trail hot, moist kisses down her swanlike neck, sucking
voraciously at the tender flesh, leaving a path of raw red patches
in its wake. Her hands were caught desperately in his hair and
from her gaping, half-open mouth, it was obvious that she was
already deep in the throes of tremendous excitement.
Bob sat down on a big chair a short distance from them and
watched with total fascination. But then, Bob's attention was
diverted from the passionate couple on the floor by a flurry of
movement on the Murphy bed. For a minute, being several more feet
further away, he couldn't make out the tangle of arms and legs,
but after a moment, he saw to his intense shock, that it was the
twins, Leslie and Lila. In amazement, he saw that Leslie, her
blond hair flowing like molten silk was hovering over the equally
golden Lila, who was spread-eagled on the bed. He gasped as he
saw her slowly lower her mouth and enclose one of her sister's
firm, rounded breasts. From the ecstatic gasp that Lila uttered,
it was obvious that she reveled in the strange feeling of her
sister sucking ecstatically at her breast. Leslie bit at the
brown little berry of her twin's breast, savoring its sweetness
and with her hand, kneaded the plump resilience of the other
breast. Bob could see the nipple spring to attention, the dark
knob leaping up from the crinkled brown areola. He could almost
feel it himself as he watched Leslie squeeze the ripe flesh as she
kissed first one and then the other buttery globe. Then she
raised her head, and Bob could see her tongue darting out as it
flicked down the smooth plane of Lila's lithe body, stopping to
poke at the tight puckered little navel, licking it lovingly,
wringing squeals of joy from its youthful owner. She continued
down, her mouth coming to rest on the golden fur which lay
invitingly between Lila's spread legs. Leslie teased at it for a
moment, running the silky strands between her fingers. Then her
fingers dipped out of sight and Bob could see renewed tremors
spasm through Lila's body as her sister's deft fingers probed
through the soft sensitive folds. Bob could just barely see the
pink line of pussy through the golden fringes of her vaginal lips
but he could see clearly the desperate upward thrust of her pelvis
as she strove to imbed Leslie's fingers in her hot, wanting
cavern.
Then she withdrew her finger and he saw the faint smear of
lubricant glistening on it and he knew that Lila was already moist
with desire. He saw the young aroused girl lift her knees and
then she shifted slightly so that the whole naked expanse between
her legs was visible to his greedy glance. He could see the
already swollen, hair-lined lips crowding protectively around the
tiny reddish tip of her clitoris just above the tight elastic
cuntal ring. Her entire pussy seemed to pulsate in expectancy and
Bob watched the petallike mouth opening and closing, like an
oriental kissing fish. Leslie placed a thumb on either side of
her sister's moist young furrow and slowly drew the fleshy folds
apart, exposing even more of the delicate pink flesh. She gazed
at it for a moment in obvious rapture, her eyes bright in
anticipation, and slowly ran her tongue over her lips. Her own
ivory-chiselled breasts were firm and full, the nipples rock-hard
and her trim little buttocks were flared and strained from her
kneeling position. Then, with painstaking slowness, she lowered
her face and Bob could just see her tongue slipping out and with
one long lap, stroke the full length of the moistened pink furrow.
A gasp escaped Lila's lips and she twisted around in an obvious
attempt to escape the burning contact. But Leslie held her firm
and her tongue continued to lick teasingly at the moist cavern.
She drove her tongue into all the dark secrets of Lila's pulsing
vagina, searching, seeking, gulping down its honeydew sweetness,
dancing around the soft, luscious folds, to emerge, dripping wet,
for breath. After the initial contact, Lila began to relax and
Bob could see her inner thighs close in around her twin's head,
trapping it there and hands reaching down, pushing Leslie's
imprisoned face even further down onto her burning vagina.
It was incredible! It was as if a wood nymph, entranced by
her own exquisite reflection in a stream, had decided to make love
to herself and by some magical power, turned her reflection into
flesh and blood and then proceeded to carry out her bizarre,
narcissistic daydream. And somehow, because the two sisters were
so identically beautiful, there seemed to be nothing strange in
their incestuous love.
But his languid contemplative reverie was interrupted by the
squeals and moans of Ken and Leslie. Ken had parted the damp rosy
slit of Linda's tender pussy with his fingers and holding the
outer flanges firmly apart, was ravaging her defenseless genitals
with intensity. His tongue shot out repeatedly and swiped across
the pink split, sucking and slavering as the pointed tip slashed
the bud of her hardening clitoris, sending it into a throbbing
firmness. He teased the slit incessantly, running his thick organ
up and down the full length of the widely spread flesh. He sunk
his tongue repeatedly into the clasping hotness of her vagina,
burying it again and again in the darkness of her depths. His
hands were digging into her buttocks like claws and Bob could see
the muscles on her flailing legs standing out rigidly against the
flesh as she held him in a viselike grip. He could see Ken
lifting up her naked loins, still clutching at her fleshy
buttocks, and slicking his tongue down the crevice of her now
exposed ass-cheeks, where he rammed the tireless muscle into the
tightly clenched nether ring of her anus.
Ken's thick lewd cock dangled before Linda's face and
suddenly her small mouth opened wide and she was swallowing Ken's
engorged penis in great gulps, her petite ovalled lips like an
elastic band around its fleshy circumference. Her cheeks hollowed
and expanded with each stroke of his huge rigid cock as tiny
ragged edges of soft pink flesh pulled out from her lips as the
cock withdrew from her mouth. Her eyes were closed and she seemed
to be doing her best to consume the thick pole as it sliced in and
out of her greedy lips. The giant rod was sawing rhythmically
back and forth in time to the in and out plowing of his tongue
below. He withdrew the fleshy protuberance almost all the way
out, until just the head remained in her mouth and then he rammed
it forward, burying its length in her moist mouth. Her hand
cradled his big, loose balls, tenderly holding them and gently
squeezing them while the other firmly grasped the driving penis
around the thick base, lest it escape.
The tempo of their mutual sucking increased, until Bob
thought that every muscle and cord in their bodies was straining
beyond all endurance and their entire flesh was coated in
perspiration. They were both braced like bows, their spines taut
and he knew that they would soon lick each other to frenzied
orgasm. As if on cue, a loud wail rent the air and then Linda was
jerking like a puppet on a string, her hips grinding frantically
against Ken's drenched face, the soft beard of her teen-age pubic
hair slamming against his nose.
"Mmmmmmmmnnnnggggg ..." she moaned in complete ecstatic
abandon, her mouth totally filled by the older man's driving
penis. Bob could see that Ken's face was bathed in fluid as he
strove to keep the flame burning hotly in her crashing climax. As
the twitching in her pelvis increased, she began to suck even more
voraciously at his distended cock, almost chewing on it in an
effort to coax the molten liquid out of it that she knew was
lurking there. Her hand milked his balls with rhythmic fervor,
yanking so strongly on them that Bob thought she'd surely dislodge
them. Then he heard a series of masculine grunts and he saw that
Ken's pelvis was spasming convulsively and then he was battering
his loins against the small girl's face, which was almost turning
blue from its capacious load. His hands appeared from nowhere and
knotted into her hair, drawing her face even further down on his
pistoning member. With a number of tremendous jerks, Bob knew
that Ken was shooting his hot molten load into her throat, and she
was gulping furiously, trying to swallow as much of the precious
sperm as she could. Finally, with a grunt of satisfaction Ken
spurted his last and fell with a satiated moan as Linda still
forced her wildly convulsing pussy up into his soaking mouth.
Bob could barely drag his eyes away from the sex-drugged
couple, but was distracted by renewed fervor on the bed, where
Leslie was still slavishly lapping at Lila's throbbing cunt.
Lila's legs were like stocks, pillorying her sister's head and her
face was invisible, buried in the steaming cavern of Lila's pussy.
Her head was flailing from side to side, her mouth half open, a
warm flush spreading over her body. Bob could just see Leslie's
tongue as it buried itself in the honeycombed layers of her cunt.
Her hands reached up and grasped a firm breast, kneading the
pliant flesh almost mechanically in time to her laborious licking.
Leslie's own breasts were rock hard, the nipples roseate spears,
and her plump little buttocks jiggled as she plunged with zeal
into her task.
A catlike wail sounded the toll for Lila's release and she
began bouncing around on the bed, her hands now released from her
twin sister's hair and clutching at the bedspread, her pussy
grinding up violently against Leslie's face.
"Aaaaaahhhhh ... yesssssss ... yesssssss ... yesssssss!!!"
A series of anguished cries rang through the room as she
pounded out her orgasm, and Bob watched mesmerized as Leslie
lapped at her sister's orgiastic fluids as if they were a life-
giving elixir. Finally, when Lila was completely drained, she
relinquished her deathlike grip on her willfully entrapped sister
who emerged, her face bright red, lubricant-dampened but eminently
smiling and obviously delighted.
Bob gulped down the remainder of his drink and stumbled out
to get a refill. His own sorely neglected penis was very rigid
and it strained painfully against his leg. He felt envious of the
tremendous pleasure everyone but he had just experienced and even
his initial shock at the two sisters had vanished in the sexual
excitement of it all. He had never seen two women together before
and he found it strangely exciting. When he returned to the study
he saw that Ken and Lila were in the preparatory stages of making
love, this time on the bed, with Linda and Leslie watching. Was
it possible that Ken could get another hard-on so soon? It
obviously was, for his large organ was ripe and ready for another
onslaught. It loomed, gross and blood-engorged, the bulbous head
proportionately monstrous, till even Bob wondered how Lila could
take it in her tight little hole. Ken, by this time, was stabbing
at Lila's mouth with his tongue and she was avidly returning
thrust for thrust as the two muscles fenced and tarried, whipping
up a froth of salival foam.
Bob was now painfully aware of his own erection and he
unzipped his fly and eased the large instrument out through the
split in his underpants. He sighed in relief as he freed his
penis, and sipping his drink, decided to watch a while longer.
Ken was running his tongue all over the golden-skinned body
beneath him and she was mewling with pleasure under his moist
ministrations. Her long slim legs were spread tantalizingly wide
and he could see the gleam of her moist pink cunt, still slick
from her own juices, shining through the nest of dark pubic curls.
Every nerve ending in her body seemed to quiver as he ran his
tongue lightly over the sensuous surface. His long thick prick
rested between her legs, spread along the length of her furrow.
Her previous lovemaking seemed to have honed every nerve, every
sense in her body to razor sharpness because she needed nothing as
Bob heard her plead:
"Oh, Ken ... put your cock in ... lover, fuck me now!"
Her sensuous plea brought a leap of response from his own
neglected prick and he began to cradle it in his hands, as if in
consolation for its present lack of a receptacle.
Without waiting, Lila reached down and clasped Ken's large
rod in her small hand, squeezing it appreciatively and began to
steer it towards the trembling entrance to her body. Bob could
see a drop of cum gleaming at the tip of the head and marveled at
Ken's rapacious capacity. Lila posed the gross head at the
pulsating pink ring of her vagina and in a mesmerically slow
manner, began to rub the knob up and down her moist split,
lubricating its massive fleshiness in her free-flowing juices.
The titillation seemed to be too much for Ken, who suddenly
lurched forward and rammed his rod into the waiting hole.
"Aaaaaarrrrrsssss ..."
The sound like shattering glass reverberated through the room
and a moment passed before Bob realized it was Lila, anguished by
the sudden harsh entry of such a protuberant monster. Bob could
see that only the head had penetrated the teen-age girl. Eagerly
he leaned forward to watch and wondered if she could take much
more of it in her tiny vagina. The expression of pain which had
clouded her face disappeared momentarily to return again when Ken
began to inch forward. He seemed oblivious to the girl's torment.
On the contrary, he appeared to enjoy the wracking pain he was
causing by the forceful plowing of his giant harrow. He continued
to ream forward, the monstrous prick straining her tender vaginal
flesh incredibly. He pushed forward an inch.
"Aaaaaaaarrrrrggggg ..."
Another inch.
"... nnnnnnnnhhhhhhgggggghh ..."
And finally, pulling back slightly, he rammed the entire
length of his swollen prick deep into Lila's fully stretched
vaginal canal until Bob could almost hear the bulbous tip crash
hard against the young girl's cervix.
"Noooooooohhhhhhhh Yesssssss ..."
Every last inch of it was buried in the wide-stretched sheath
of the teenager who lay beneath him, biting back the tears. Ken
looked around him with the satisfied air of one who has done a
great deed, and then commenced to withdraw the almighty shaft.
For a moment, it looked as if he might not be able to budge it,
but he began to pull it out, centimeter by slow centimeter, his
eyes voraciously taking in the sight of his returning cock. When
he had withdrawn all but the head, he reamed forward again,
sinking it once more in the skewered girl.
"... Oooooooohhhhhhh ..."
This time, the pain was not as intense as her cunt adjusted
to the mammoth size and he began to fuck in and out of her more
easily, grunting deeply as he hit bottom, his pendulous balls
smacking hard against her upturned young buttocks.
"... Aaaaaaahhhhhhh ..."
The pain seemed to have subsided completely and his forward
surges took on a rhythmic regularity. Lila, too, seemed to accept
his plunges in her stride and flexed her pussy to meet his every
thrust. Gazing at the pistoning rod of flesh, Bob wondered if
Lila's pussy would ever be the same ... whether it would be
irrevocably stretched by Ken's plundering member. His thoughts
were interrupted by a throaty masculine voice:
"Fuck 'er good! Fuck 'er good!"
He froze.
Again, the raspy voice boomed out:
"Fuck 'er good! That's it! That's it!"
He glanced quickly around. There was no one else around! He
was about to get up and search the room when the mawkish voice
shrieked again and this time, he saw the originator. He laughed
out loud when he discovered one of the parrots heedlessly uttering
the lewd words and shook his head in wonderment over the endless
bag of tricks the perverted young twins had.
Glancing back, he saw that Ken was really pounding into the
sweet child, Lila, his hands clutching feverishly at her backside,
his cock thundering into her in long, hard, cruel strokes. She
kept up a steady moan, her fingers clawing at Ken's shoulders, her
breasts bobbing up and down. Her shoulders pounded into the bed,
her back arched and her hips ground up and down furiously. Linda
was half-sitting, half-lying in the far corner, in dreamy
unawareness, her fingers probing in her own juicy pussy.
Leslie was on her hands and knees, her ass waving in the air,
directly in front of Bob, peering intently at the disappearing
pillar of flesh as it sliced into the grasping hole of her twin
sister's cunt.
Bob had never seen anything like it in his life. Such a
scene of wanton lust, such lascivious licentiousness, right down
to the lewd old parrot. The scene of sexual ecstasy sent tremors
of delight rippling up and down his spine and his cock seemed to
leap into greater enormity with each powerful lunge of Ken's
shaft. Sweat rolled off the fucking couple as they bucked and
rocked violently under their forceful motions.
Beside himself with excitement and brimming over with lustful
desire, he leapt forward, clutching his cock like a weapon before
him. Linda was drifting off into self-induced ecstasy. Leslie's
eyes were glued on the plunging piston of flesh that dove into
Lila's welcoming cunt, and Ken and Lila themselves were oblivious
to everything but the insistent drubbing that was going on between
them.
Bob, inflamed by the unabashed lust all around him, tore off
his clothes, throwing them helter-skelter in a careless heap. He
strode over to where Leslie was hunched down on all fours, and
kneeling down behind her, wrapped his arms around her, kneading
her breasts until the nipples were like marbles. She seemed only
vaguely aware of his presence and he began to absently bite a path
of hard kisses down her spine, the knobs of which were like
red-hot firebrands burning into his chest. He could feel the
coolness of her soft white buttock mounds against his cock and he
pressed his swollen member into the moist valley between the twin
loaves. His hands roamed over her body, caressing the smooth
flesh, squeezing her tender thighs. And with a snarl, he drew her
back towards him, his hands digging into her hips. She kept her
eyes transfixed on her sister, seemingly oblivious to the
unnatural penetration about to be perpetrated on her. He kneaded
the fleshy mounds of her well-formed buttocks, pulling and pushing
at them, spreading them wide, exposing the crack to his crazed
gaze. Dissatisfied with her pose, he roughly pushed her head down
until it was flat on the rug, facing the wildly twitching couple
on the bed, her backside waving unnaturally in the air.
Then, with one hand holding his distended cock, he spread her
ass cheeks wide with the other and lodged his thick member between
the straining moons of flesh. He could see the small puckered
ring of her anus nestling in the hidden valley, dark and crinkly
against the white of her ass. His thick cock prying the
protective ass-cheeks apart, Bob began to probe at the little
brown hole with his fingertip, the novel sensation raising a ridge
of hair on Leslie's back. He began to push more insistently at
the tight elastic ring, until finally the tip of his finger
plopped inside the tight restricting sphincter.
"Nnnnngggg ..." Leslie moaned but made no move to stop him.
He began to rotate around in the skin-tight passage, wringing
gasps of pleasure from Leslie, who though completely engrossed in
the fucking her sister was receiving, was not oblivious to her own
pleasure. His finger pushed and pulled, trying desperately to
widen the tight anus. After a moment, he managed to insert just
the very tip of a second finger inside the now slightly moistened
channel, and waiting a moment till the initial shock of the
thicker entry had passed, he continued to expand the defenseless
sheath for the perverted assault to come.
He could feel Leslie quivering under his touch, his probing
fingers sending forbidden chills slipping almost surreptitiously
through her. He withdrew his fingers with a slight popping noise
and Leslie gasped in disappointment.
Then, once more clutching an ample mound of buttock flesh in
each hand and spreading them very far apart, he bared the darkened
crack completely. He could see the little anal opening pulsating
faintly, the wrinkled brown skin tremulous in anticipation. He
placed the large bulbous, blood-filled head of his cock against
the tiny ring, secretly wondering how he'd ever manage to
penetrate it.
Leslie felt the light pushing of the giant knob against her
rectum and for a brief moment she almost wanted to stop what was
about to happen. But wisps of forbidden pleasure tickled at her
and the engulfing flames of lust that were fed by the sight of her
twin sister being fucked out of her mind had to be quenched.
Bob pressed the shaft against the minute opening and with a
lunge, surged forward, only to have nothing happen. It wouldn't
go in! The memory of the brutal forced entry of Ken's mammoth
monster into Lila's tight little cunt that he had witnessed
earlier came rushing back vividly, and following his example, he
plowed forward violently, the rock-hard head bursting its way past
the tight resistant anal ring.
"AaaaaaaGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" Leslie screamed, but her heartfelt
cry was lost in the louder melee set up by her sister, who after
teetering on the crest of ecstasy, finally crashed down to
fulfillment in a chorus of blood curdling shrieks. Bob watched as
Ken furiously pumped his lewd load into Lila's madly churning
loins, the foamy white liquid already bubbling up and running out
of her saturated cunt.
His own unnatural entry forgotten momentarily, he watched as
Ken continued to send jet after streaming jet of molten seed deep
into Lila's quavering belly, until they both finally collapsed in
a spent, drenched heap on the bed.
As the searing pain in her rectum eased, Leslie ground her
teeth in dreaded anticipation of the next assault. Bob began to
push forward, but so tight was the virginal passage, so wide was
his prick, that he could barely make headway, and inch by
agonizingly slow inch of it disappeared into her asshole by
painful degrees. He could feel the smooth rubbery skin inside
clinging tenaciously to his advancing cock and his cock actually
forced the clinging flesh aside as it went on its way. Finally,
after what seemed an eternity, he reached bottom ... he had sunk
his cock to the hilt in her tightly molded asshole. He could hear
her whimpering quietly under his brutal ravagement and somehow, in
his maddened perverted state, the knowledge of her suffering was
like an added incitement to further bestiality. He began to slip
his cock out, and the return journey was surprisingly easy. He
withdrew it until just the head was inside and then rammed forward
again, tearing the raw flesh as he slipped forward.
"Noooooo!!!" Leslie gasped. "It hurts, it hurts too much
..."
But Bob continued to saw in and out, heedless of her anguish,
until the passage became easier and Leslie began to relax a
little. She began to grind her ass back on the rampaging cock and
each backward thrust of her ass seemed to make things easier.
Little tendrils of pleasure began to show themselves like new
flowers after the winter and she realized she was beginning to
enjoy the rough pillaging of their gardener's sodomizing cock.
She began to buck back harder and harder against his
buffeting cock, feeling his balls slap hard against the tender
flesh of her cunt down below and in a swift movement, she reached
her hand back and clasped the pendant balls in her hands, willing
him on to longer, smoother strokes.
"Oh, Bob," she groaned, finally convinced, "Oooh, it's sooo
nice!"
The audience to this perverted scene feasted their lust-
glazed eyes on the sodomizing couple, vicariously enjoying all the
pleasure-pain of the sadomasochistic act.
Bob enjoyed the feeling of plunging his hardened rod of flesh
into her unprotected secret passage, and hearing her depraved
cries for more. He had no idea it would feel like this, so tight
and hot and damp, and he slashed into her with long sweeping
slices of his cock, wringing strangled moans of pleasure from her.
Lila watched Bob's huge cock pummeling into her sister's
virgin rectum, heard her rattling cries of delirious pleasure, saw
her furiously undulating buttocks pumping back against his
bulldozing prick as her full golden pearlike breasts danced and
jiggled under her chest.
Oh, God, I wish that were me! she thought enviously as she
savored every moment of the disappearance and reappearance of
Bob's cock into her twin sister's forever stretched nether
channel.
Leslie rolled and flung her buttocks back against Bob's hard
driving cock, wild rapturous feelings of dizzy delight taking hold
of her. She knew she was nearing cumming now and all she needed
first was to feel Bob's hot searing liquid scorch into her
backside and then she too would cum ...
Then a crazy chant sounded behind her:
"CUUUUMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!"
Bob's nails were digging like talons into the soft quivering
flesh of her curved buttocks and his pile-driving cock began
spewing its burning fire of seminal foam deep into her hungrily
milking anus, shooting it far, far up into the soft rubbery depths
and then she too was cumming, flailing and tossing like a newly
landed fish, sobbing out a lewd incoherent jumble of words as the
inner walls of her pussy opened up and a torrent of her sex fluid
gushed from deep inside her jerking young belly.
"OOOOOHHhhh, good God! Oh, Baby! OH! OH! OH!" her
tormented backside wriggled endlessly against his climaxing cock,
muscles wildly convulsing, tight sphincter opening wide, flaring
in an unprecedented agony of lust.
"AAAHHHHHHH!" she sighed, finally. "Mmmmmmmm!"
Minutes later, Bob was aware of Lila hovering over him.
"It's my turn now, Bob," she breathed heavily. "Fuck me in
the ass!"
Her frank demand awoke the life in Bob's prick once more and
leering assent, he reached out for the depraved twin.
"Okay," he agreed, "but I haven't even had a chance at Linda
yet!"
"Don't worry," Lila assured him, kneeling in front of him and
offering up her rear passage for his use. "The day is still
young!"
Yes, Bob thought, a lewd grin appearing on his face. And so
is Linda!
Chapter 7
Julie bolted upright in bed, cold beads of per-spiration
covering her soaking body. It was sev-eral seconds before she
realized where she was and she shook her head from side to side in
an ef-fort to clear out the obscene images that still lingered in
her nocturnal subconscious. In the dream, she had been trying to
walk down the aisle to where her husband stood waiting for her to
join him in their marriage ceremony, but all along the aisle pews
in the church, little boys of all ages pulled at her wedding gown
which had somehow become transparent and she could see that each
of them had their young penises in their hands, fondling them and
offering them to her. And then, coming from just in front of the
altar, she heard a strange buzzing, and looking up, she saw
Eduardo mowing the lawn that was growing on the floor of the
church. And now, finally awake, the mowing sound continued and
Julie realized for the first time that Eduardo had come back and
was right now downstairs, working in her garden as if nothing had
happened the day before.
"I can't believe it!" Julie whispered out loud in the empty
room. "Imagine, the nerve of that boy coming back here."
At first she panicked, but then she reasoned that that was
silly. After all if he dared bother her again she could always
call the police. Deciding that the best thing to do would be to
ignore him, she pulled herself up out of the crumpled bed and
threw her lightweight robe over her flimsy shortie nightgown. Bob
had obviously already left for work.
"That goddamn job of his," Julie thought to herself as she
made her way into the bathroom to brush her teeth. "Ever since he
started it, wherever it is, he hasn't been home one night before
midnight, I'd like to know just what kind of gardening it is one
can do after dark--"
She peered into the mirror above the sink and shuddered at
the sight of her drawn face. And dropping her toothbrush back
into its holder without bothering to use it, she turned the hot
water on full blast into the marble tub and poured a handful of
scented bath beads under it and watched for a moment as the tub
began to fill with the delicious smelling suds once again. And as
soon as it was ready, Julie could begin to feel herself relax.
She slowly lowered herself into the steaming hot water,
feeling its caressing warmth envelop every inch of her firm young
body.
"Oh, if only my husband would make me feel this way," she
sighed as she lay completely immersed, the fragrant bubbles
lapping at her chin. But Julie knew that he definitely wasn't
there ... and that most probably even if she were to be with the
man she was still, after all these hurtful years ... in love with
... the experience would be a disappointing one!
A flicker of resentment passed through her as in spite of all
her efforts to erase him from her memory, Eduardo and the pleasure
she had known with him--a mere boy!--came back to her in full
depth. She felt herself lapsing into a dreamy state during which
in her imagination Eduardo was not a fifteen-year-old, but a grown
man, a lover who would take her away from all of this. And after
all, she reasoned, swirling the washcloth over her erect nipples,
since Eduardo definitely was not fully grown yet, no matter what
his amorous propensities, didn't that in some way lessen her
transgression, rather than making it greater as she had previously
supposed!
Besides, it served Bob right that she had had a moment's
pleasure ... no matter how repugnant it had been. What did he
care anyway?
Unconsciously when she began to wash her inner thighs, Julie
lingered at the pleasure spot between her legs, so recently
satisfied ... and yet still yearning for more ... more .... Bob's
loving, only him doing it just the right way, slowly, beautifully,
passionately. Her fingers slipped up into the wet petals of her
cunt, and she began to flick at the pink interior beneath the
water, the delicious sensations rising within her steadily until
there was a sharp rap at the door.
Guilt stricken, she removed her hand quickly, and
instinctively covering her unprotected breasts, she asked in a
tremulous voice:
"Who ... who's there?"
"It's me ... Eduardo." an insolent voice replied. "Are you
decent?"
Julie could see the door handle twisting, and she screamed
out "NO! NO ... don't you come in here!!!!" as she simultaneously
jumped up out of the water, almost losing her balance in the
process and slipping back into the warm water. She recovered
herself though and groped for a towel, wrapping it swiftly around
her.
What strange slip of the mind had made her not lock the door
as she usually did ... today of all days?
She just reached the door as it was being pushed open. HOW
COULD THIS BE HAPPENING TO HER? IT COULDN'T BE REAL!
She could hear Eduardo's high falsetto laugh as he pushed
against the door. Valiantly, she struggled to push back against
him, losing her towel along the way. But she let it go ... it was
much more important to keep him out! WHY WAS HE CACKLING AWAY
LIKE THAT ... AS THOUGH HE WAS PLAYING SOME CHILDREN'S GAME? His
laughter unsettled her beyond anything else, and hysterically, she
began to cry, still pushing hard against the door. Her tears
weakened her efforts, and somehow, with one gigantic heave,
Eduardo pushed his way in.
"NONONONONO!" she cried, folding herself up in a ball on the
floor and scrambling for the towel to cover her nakedness. "Go
away ... please ... oh, please ... you must go away!"
The boy stood above her, his dark eyes taking in the soft
rounded curves of his employer's body. He smiled once more ...
"Sure," he said, "I'll go away ... I just wanted to ask you
if you got any more work for me to do?" he chuckled slightly as he
watched Julie covering up a bit of exposed thigh with the edge of
her towel. She was sitting on part of it, so there wasn't enough
to cover her completely, without her getting up to arrange it, so
Eduardo realized that as long as he kept standing there, he would
continue to enjoy the treat of Mrs. Redding's quivering pink
flesh.
Tentatively he stepped forward. What did he have to lose ...
what could she prove ... he'd deny everything ... he was only a
kid anyway ... besides, she'd been happy enough with his fingers
in her hoity toity little cunt the day before!
"GO BACK!" Julie screamed. "GET AWAY!" He took another
step, and reached forward. As if in slow motion, his hand touched
her breast ... Julie's terror stricken eyes looked into his.
Brusquely he knelt down on the thick bathroom rug beside her, his
face close to hers. He began to insinuate his hands between her
large freed breasts, feeling them tentatively and then boldly as
Julie, transfixed, made no move to stop him. The touch of his
hands on her breasts sent shivers coursing through her, and the
knowledge that these alien fingers already knew the feel of her
resilient flesh, added to her dilemma. She should push him away!
But still she didn't move. Then his warm palms closed in again on
them, the fingers tweaking the nipples, kneading at the spongy
fullness of the firm full mounds. She whined softly, and then
felt his other hand tracing a burning hot path up her leg ... to
where her sparsely hair-fringed pussy was gently throbbing. She
could hear his breathing become heavier as the young boy ran his
hands over the full length of her body, exploring her secret
hollows and indentations, and her own voice rattled out in a
series of small animal mewls.
He was looking at her, sucking in his breath sharply, his
eyes on the two full white moons of her breasts, the satin-like
softness of her thighs, the darkly gleaming flash of her bronze
pubic triangle. Julie felt paralyzed by desire. She couldn't
ignore the strong signals from her aching pussy as she looked at
this blatantly confident young boy.
He was running his hands with near reverence up and down her
unprotected nudity, bringing gasping and quivering responses from
the softness of her body.
She had never felt like this before. Not even that time when
she had given in to Bob before their marriage. Something about
this situation ... lying naked beside a young boy in her own
bathroom, added to the prurient desire the clandestine act awoke
in her and she lost all consciousness as to why she was here or
even who she was with, and gave herself up completely to the
licking flames of passion which were engulfing her. With a deep
sigh, she felt his finger rummaging between her legs. Eagerly,
she spread them wide, anxious now to assist him in her satiation.
His fingertip ran moistly up and down the length of the dampening
furrow, the tip slipping into the burning hot hole of her
love-starved cunt, making her body jackknife against him from the
sudden unexpected touch.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she moaned, biting her lip in passionate
arousal, until she could taste the blood from her self-inflicted
punctures. Then the boy's mouth was on hers, his thick lips
pressing down on the older woman's as his tongue shot into her
mouth, feeling the warm wet contact of her velvety interior on her
hungry organ. Round and round it swirled inside her, until she
felt her whole mouth was filled with this devillike thing
tantalizing her and she began to suck voraciously at it, closing
her lips tightly over its base, trapping it completely while she
tried to swallow it all.
Her passion spurred his. He could feel his cock heavy
against his leg, confined by the tight material of his Levi's, and
his heart was pounding painfully in his chest. He had no idea ...
not even from her intense arousal yesterday ... that she would be
this hot, this anxious for him to fuck her. There was no
mistaking her intentions now. She grabbed him roughly and
desperately, sought to ram his entire hand up into the rapacious
cavern of her tight cunt, her chestnut hair a gleaming mane in the
dim light as she flailed her head from side to side.
Julie heard the sound of clothes being removed and knew that
he was getting undressed. She waited with bated breath until she
knew he was nude and then looked at his young, virile body. He
was absolutely beautiful, she thought. What a beautiful boy!
Eduardo seemed to read her mind. "You like my cock?" he smiled,
pulling her gently by the hair until her face was a scant inch or
two away from his outsized, fully erect member. Julie could see
the large pillar of flesh jutting out in front of her and to her
lusting mind, it appeared to take on even greater proportions.
Her eyes widened as she surveyed it and she hesitatingly stretched
out a hand and gently enclosed it in her fingers. God, it was as
big as a full-grown man's! Her fingers barely closed around it!
Slipping her circled fingers up and down it, she estimated its
length. Even as she was feeling it, a shudder of masochistic
delight sneaked through her at the thought of this well-endowed
young boy making love to her.
"Ooooh!" she crooned, trembling slightly.
She felt the prick in her hand leap and then she was being
pushed down, her legs splaying wide. He fell unceremoniously
between her widely stretched thighs and grabbing her by the
ankles, pulled her limbs up and out as far as they would go,
ignoring her impassioned pleas for him to be gentle. Her legs
were now pushed flat back against her shoulders, squashing her
breasts painfully against her chest. Her taut pussy was fully
exposed ... naked, defenseless, the moist rosy flesh gleaming
teasingly in the shaft of light from the small window.
She felt Eduardo place the thick muscley head against the
palpitating opening to her cunt and she lay there trembling, half
in anticipation, half in fear of what was to come. Her fear
brought back to her mind the reality of what she was doing.
This is wrong, she thought wildly, beginning to struggle. I
can't do this ... I just can't! I've never done it with anyone
but my husband!
"AAAAGGGHHHHH!!" she sobbed out from her very depths as she
felt the plowing without mercy into her tender channel, cutting
off her guilty thoughts. God, it was wonderful! She'd never
known anything so wonderful! She felt his fifteen-year-old cock
speeding crazily into her womanly vagina and tears sprang to her
eyes as she felt the full force of the young boy's frantically
plowing penis continue to ream forward, until finally, he hit
bottom, crashing against the tender head of her cervix with
astonishing force. Julie's cries reverberated through the
bathroom, bouncing off the walls and coming back at them in
mocking notes.
For a moment, Eduardo held his plundering pole there and then
began to withdraw it, the overlarge instrument slipping out easily
from her willing flesh. Julie sighed at the momentary relief
afforded by his exit, but he immediately began to plunge forward
again, ramming it in all the way, and she squirmed helplessly
beneath him, trying for one sane moment to clench her thighs
together to ward off his obscene invasion of her secret genitals.
But her resistance was in vain ... her very clenching seemed to
encourage the plowing forward of his young penis. She could feel
every ridge and fold of it as it wriggled about inside of her like
a giant worm and Eduardo's squirming scrotum pressing against the
widespread crevice of her buttocks signaled a searing pain as the
head reached the home base of her womb.
She lay stunned beneath his lean young body as he began a
more regular fucking in and out of her cunt, flexing his hard cock
as it lay imbedded in her, feeling the beginning responsive throb
of her inner vaginal walls. He could sense that she'd forgotten
all her fear and was now on the side of pleasure as she began a
soft mewling sound of unmistakable enjoyment as her soft wet cunt
mouth began a rhythmic opening and closing around his hardened
young, cock.
The older woman's hips began a slow undulating roll beneath
Eduardo's skewering penis and her hungry pussy, so long
frustrated, began voraciously screwing itself up further onto the
boy's dancing member. Julie could feel her nerve endings, so
recently raw with pain, begin to tingle throbbingly from the
electric shocks that jolted her body. She felt at one with his
lewd impaling member as it imbedded in her and she rotated her
hips in time to its desperate skewering.
His small, tense hands were digging into her shoulders and
his sweating body dripped down beads of perspiration onto her
churning frame as he pushed with all his might into her, his
flailing member wide and thick between her tormented thighs.
Julie was moaning steadily now, the pitch rising in intensity as
she felt the enormity of her approaching climax. It was gross!
Her body was wracked with pain from the unnaturalness of her
position, but she was enjoying this total subjugation to the
brazen young Portuguese ... enjoying the humiliation he was
causing her, reveling in the abject pleasure she was getting from
him.
"Ooooooooohhhh ..." she moaned, "I'm cumming now, yes, yes,
I'm cumming now ..."
She bucked against him wildly, her body vibrating
uncontrollably as her wet cum seeped down the throbbing walls of
her cunt and dripped down over her straining thighs and into the
crevice of her churning buttocks. She felt drained and exhausted
but somehow exhilarated as she felt him continue to fuck into her,
his knees pressing into the backs of her thighs, his hands cupping
her buttocks, raising her up off the ground, affording him even
deeper entry into her.
His long hard strokes slipped like a knife through butter
into her wet slippery passage, now drenched with her own cum.
How could I have lived without this for so long? she thought
wildly as the mouth of her womb flared involuntarily to engulf
more of the rubbery head in its secret depths. Memories of her
long, unfulfilled nights and bitter wasted days cut her like a
sword and in her anger at her husband she began to batter
feverishly back against him, opening her crotch completely to his
onslaught, her cunt making wild wet sucking sounds as it
contracted gratefully around his pistoning young cock.
And then Eduardo too began to cum, gleefully spurting out his
white hot jets of foamy sperm, which seared her drubbed vagina
deep inside, emitting a long low animalistic moan as he continued
to empty into her wildly sucking womb. The throbbing sheath of
her ravished cunt sucked thirstily at the streaming prick bur-ied
inside her until finally his testicles were drained completely dry
and began to grow limp inside her.
"More," Julie sighed, clutching at the youth-ful shoulders of
the fifteen-year-old. "Oh, God, fuck me more, please!!"
Chapter 8
Julie stood in the kitchen of her mother's summer house,
desperately trying to make the sauce she was cooking taste the way
it was supposed to. But her hands seemed to be all thumbs and she
didn't seem to be able to recall what ingredients, she had already
added.
"Why don't you let me help you with that?" Julie's mother
offered.
"Mother, please! Just leave me alone!" she cried.
Julie was sorry as soon as she'd spoken. She was unable to
count the many times she had snapped at her mother that day at the
least provocation. Nothing that's happened to me is her fault!
she thought regretfully as she retired to the front porch to
recline in a rocking chair. But whose fault is it? Certainly not
mine!
For the tenth time at least that day she rehashed the events
of the past few years, concentrating most heavily on the most
recent few weeks before she had felt compelled to make a hasty
visit to her mother's Cape Cod house. What hurt most, and what
she seemed to recall with the most agonizing detail, was the way
Bob had acted when she'd told him she was leaving for a month or
two.
"Fine!" he'd said, "I think that's a great idea!"
He'd almost offered to help her pack. "It'll be good for you
... you're right ..." he'd continued almost gleefully, and then
had gone on to stress the benefits of her departure until she had
fled the room in tears.
She'd been seeing the youth, Eduardo, almost constantly and
finally the guilt she felt at her odd coupling with the young
Portuguese boy had gotten the better of her. She could hardly
look herself in the mirror anymore ... and yet every morning, she
found herself anxiously, even impatiently awaiting his arrival.
That coupled with the absolute impasse between her and Bob had
made her decide to leave. It was the only thing to do!
But now that she'd been on the Cape for almost two weeks ...
and those spent without so much as a word from Bob ... Julie
thought she'd really finally go completely out of her mind. The
nights were pure torture, and the days were filled with her
mother's well-meaning questions and suggestions. Of the two, the
nights were worse ... she slept very poorly, and then her sleep
was filled with lewd, erotic dreams ... more and more they were
dreams of Eduardo, the little lawnmower ... (Bob had never even
noticed, or at least hadn't mentioned it when the lawn was finally
done. Another frustration!) And now, she had even taken to
daydreaming about her young lover, her loins tingling, breasts
sensitively rubbing up against the fabric of her bra ... she
wanted his touch again! It was a shameful admission, but it was
true! Even as she rocked right there on her mother's front porch,
she felt an undeniable lust spreading through the entire lower
portion of her body. Her full thighs pressed close together, and
the tender hair-lined cleft between them snuggled moistly up
against them, wanting a more definite caress.
Suddenly Julie leapt up from the chair, her decision made.
She went inside to the living room and began leafing through the
yellow pages of the Providence phone book. Finally her trembling
finger located the establishment she was looking for. Ideal
Garden Help. Quickly she began to dial the area code and then the
Providence number.
"Hello," she said in her haughtiest voice. "This is Mrs.
Robert Redding." The voice at the other end responded with due
reference. "I have some rose hedges that need clipping. Can you
arrange to have that young man ... what's his name, Eduardo? come
by tomorrow morning ... yes, it must be tomorrow ..."
With a sigh of relief she heard the voice reply, "Why
certainly, Mrs. Redding ... what time would be good for you?"
She rapidly calculated that she could leave late that night
while her mother was asleep if she rented a car ... "Between nine
and ten would be fine ..." she answered ... that way she would get
a few hours sleep and be well rested by the time he arrived ...
and Bob would most certainly have left the house by then.
Joy spread across her drawn features as she hung up the
phone. She had no idea how she would solve all her problems, but
at least one was going to be solved ... and within just a few
hours.
* * *
"Well, why didn't you tell us earlier that your wife had gone
away?" Leslie asked, pouting prettily.
"Yes ... we'd love to see your house ... Wouldn't you like to
see where Bob lives, Les?" Lila chimed in.
"Nothing would thrill me more, darling ... Can we go this
evening ... maybe we can even cook dinner there!"
Bob realized that there was no way of getting out of inviting
the twins to his house. They were looking forward to it like the
big children they were, and even though he was a little nervous
about it, he didn't want to disappoint them, so he agreed. Julie
had been away two weeks, and she was planning to stay a couple of
months ... no reason why she should come barging in tonight, he
figured. Besides, it would be fun seeing the gorgeous blonde
twins in his own house ... liven up the place!
A few hours later, the girls were running all over the house,
exclaiming over it and praising its charming decor. They had
often wondered what kind of home Bob had and now they appraised it
with interest. They looked at several pictures of Julie which
were in the bedroom, and exclaimed at her beauty expressing an
interest in meeting her.
"I'm afraid she's not your type, girls," Bob laughed,
thinking of Julie's prudish manner and how she'd die of shock if
she even suspected what he'd been up to with the twins.
"You can never tell, Bob!" Leslie said, "Don't be too sure
she doesn't have a lover behind your back!"
Bob laughed out loud, the thought of Julie taking a lover
seemed so farfetched. She barely tolerated sex in the legal
confines of marriage! Yet, a sudden pang of jealousy stabbed
through him at the thought, and he realized that in spite of
everything, he did miss Julie.
When the girls had finished exploring the house, Bob took
them down to the basement den, where he started making them each a
big drink and then, finding there was no ice left in the tiny
basement refrigerator, he sprinted upstairs to get some from the
kitchen. Coming back down into the basement a few minutes later
he laughed when he saw that the girls were stark naked and sitting
primly on the sofa.
Delighted, he exclaimed, "Hey, you girls don't waste any
time, do you?"
The teen-age twins ran up to him, laughing and each taking an
arm, dragged him over to the thick pile rug on the floor.
Playfully, they began to tickle him until he rolled around on the
rug, doubled up with mirth. Taking advantage of his defenseless
position, they began to strip off his clothes, Bob pretending all
the while to be angry.
When finally he was naked, he propped himself up on his
elbow, and looked appreciatively at the lush, naked bodies of the
two young girls. Their tans had become deeper from their long
summer days out of doors and the only obvious effect of their
summer of intense sexual activity was a subtle ripening of their
womanly curves, giving them a more mature, worldly appearance.
"Well girls, who's first?"
"I am!" Leslie shouted. "I want to fuck you this time!"
Bob, always a willing partner, stretched out luxuriantly on
the rug. He was just getting used to the completely emancipated
behavior of the twins and their frank demands no longer surprised
him. In fact, although he'd hardly dared admit it to himself, he
was beginning to think he no longer wanted to see as much of the
girls. Now that he had almost run the gamut of sexual experience
with them, he thought he would be quite happy to spend more time
at home ... maybe pay more attention to his wife. He didn't want
to completely wreck his marriage. Julie had grown more and more
distant, he realized and he hadn't done a thing about it! In
fact, he'd been acting pretty badly!
His thoughts were interrupted by Leslie, who was beginning to
mount him, straddling his belly. His overworked cock started into
semi-erection and Leslie lovingly cupped it in her hands, rolling
it around between her palms, coaxing strength into it. He could
feel her tight little buttocks pressing into his thighs and her
golden breasts bounced as she continued to massage his swelling
prick.
Lila had settled back against the wall, happy for once to be
an audience.
He sucked in his breath as he felt Leslie's smooth lips
around his prick and then her tongue flicked out and began to lick
it carefully with her salival juices. Her hand gently cradled his
balls and tenderly squeezed them, holding the fragile flesh
carefully. Her tongue continued its warming coating and Bob's
cock began to respond. She dabbed at the little slit in the top
with her tongue, burrowing deep into it and she pressured the
hypersensitive area under the head with her forefinger, burgeoning
the tip into bulbous fleshiness.
His prick now stood up from the tufts of his pubic hair like
the thick stump of a tree. The teen-age blonde raised herself
over the towering instrument, one leg on either side of the
gardener's prostrate body, and lowering her hands, gently drew
aside the fleshy folds of her cunt, laying bare the fuzz-guarded
vaginal opening. Bob could see her lick her lips in anticipation
and then slowly, she bent her legs at the knee and began to lower
her wide-split, open vagina down towards his excitedly throbbing
penis. She poised herself just over the blood-engorged head and
holding its rangy length with one hand and still separating the
folds of her pussy with the other, she steered it towards her
waiting orifice. A gasp exploded in her throat as she felt the
initial touch of his hard rubbery flesh on her frail pink cunt and
then she lowered herself a fraction of an inch so that the ragged
pink edges flared open and barely grasped the knobby head.
Lowering herself a little more, she drew in her breath sharply as
she felt the thick bulbous head slip inside her. It felt rock
hard as it filled her delicate sheath and she could feel the
throbbing of it as it vibrated off her moist pussy walls.
Bob lay back, his breath rattling in his throat, his cock on
fire from the teasing grazing of Leslie's ravenous vagina. He
could feel the crinkled edges of it nibbling hungrily at the head,
sending spasms of intense pleasurable sensation cavorting through
him. The expert channel of her pussy, moist and clinging, closed
in greedily on the imprisoned head, contracting staccato fashion.
Leslie was slowly, oh so slowly, easing herself down on his
straining prick and suddenly he couldn't stand it any longer and
reaching forward with his hands, grabbed her roughly by the hips
and with one savage tug, crashed her down cruelly on his rock-hard
member, ramming his swollen prick to the hilt in the young girl's
vaginal canal.
Leslie sobbed ... harsh, racking sobs from the brutal
slamming pain which seemed to split her insides apart, ripping
mercilessly at her tender channel. The thick cudgel was buried
completely inside her and the rounded resilient head rubbed
against the soft, yielding mouth of her womb.
Impatiently, Bob again grasped her by the hips and raised her
up the slippery pole of his cock, until just the tip of the head
was still enclosed in her. Then he slammed her down again, her
moistened cunt slapping against his wiry pubic hair with a wet
sloshing sound. This time, the discomfort was not so intense as
Leslie's cunt adjusted itself to the greater access afforded by
her up top position. She began to raise herself up, gently this
time, feeling the ragged edges of her inner lips clinging to Bob's
cock as she rose up off it and then she lowered herself down,
feeling it slip easily into her sheath, where she could feel every
ridge, every indentation of its throbbingly alive surface.
She began to sway rhythmically, moving up and down yo-yo
fashion, enjoying more and more the novelty of her fucking him.
Almost casually, she reached a hand back and began to stroke his
balls, sensing the turmoil which was beginning there.
Bob's hands began to claw at the rug, pulling tufts of the
thick pile out of it. Then they reached forward and grabbing at
the swinging breasts in front of him, their little brown nipples
oscillating like bait on a line. He dug his fingers into the soft
flesh, leaving angry red welts, as his hips began a hard, upward
grind, forcing his cock deep up into her.
The tempo of her sliding up and down increased every second
until she bounced around as if she were on a trampoline and then
her hand was pumping insanely at his cock, trying to squeeze it
dry. Her whole body was vibrating violently and the pulsations
reached down into her cunt, where they pressured his near-boiling-
point penis into release. His hips battered up against hers as he
spewed his semen into her convulsing body and before he was even
finished his spasming ejaculation, the sticky hot fluid was
pouring out of her cunt and trickling down on the shaggy rug.
Drained, he lay there panting regaining the strength he knew he'd
need for the rest of the night.
* * *
Julie let herself into the house. It was not quite 7:00
a.m., and she had just driven back from the Cape. She was tired
but glad to be home. A driving rainstorm had delayed her and
she'd gotten in later than she planned.
She tiptoed into the kitchen not wanting to wake Bob up and
quietly made herself a cup of instant coffee, pleased that in a
few hours, Eduardo would be arriving. Then she heard a strange
series of soulful groans coming from the direction of the
basement. Puzzled she walked over to the door which was standing
ajar. Julie held her breath listening. There it was again ...
weird sounds like someone in pain. Her heart thudding she crept
silently down the steps.
She bit back a cry when she reached the last but one step.
Her head whirled in disbelief at the disgusting act that was
taking place in her own basement. For a moment she thought she
was watching strangers ... but no, those hirsute buttocks wavering
obscenely in the air could only be Bob's.
Her shocked eyes took in the lustful sight of her husband on
all fours, his head buried between the widespread thighs of a
moaning, twitching blonde no more than a child, whose hands were
buried in his hair, pushing his face further down into her
moisture-soaked curls.
To add to her horror, Julie caught sight for the first time,
of another pair of legs, this time stretching out obliquely from
under Bob's belly, the blond pubic hair between them plainly
visible. Julie could even see the faint pinkish gleam of the
girl's slit nestling between the yellow fringes. Shifting
slightly, she could see the girl's lips closed tightly around her
husband's cock and she was sucking him furiously, while at the
same time, mechanically kneading his balls!!
"I can't believe it!" she gasped, biting back the tears.
Julie tried to shut out the horrible scene, but her eyes kept
returning, as if drawn by a magnet, to the perverted sight of her
husband slavering animallike at another woman's cunt, his big red
tongue digging again and again into her flooded young hole. She
continued to gape in disbelief, her eyes glued to the passionate
writhing. She could see the other girl, her mouth straining to
swallow the rigid penis dangling above her, her whole body
twitching in uncontrolled ecstasy.
How could he do such a thing? her mind screamed. It would be
horrible enough if he were just making love in the ordinary way,
but this lewd act was an outrage to her.
Her first impulse was to run into the room and stop the
obscene act before it went any further, but something held her
back and she felt compelled to watch them. She wondered how that
brazen young girl could open her legs to him like that, allowing
her secret genitals to be used in such a manner. She found
herself wondering what it felt like, to have a man kiss you there
... feel his tongue ... abruptly, she shut out the thought and
clenched her thighs together to dampen the strange little tingle
that was starting there.
I'm as bad as they are! she thought bitterly, standing there
gaping at the disgusting sight of her husband, his face buried in
one girl's vagina and his penis being sucked to rigid hardness by
another girl, while her mouth hollowed and filled as she slavered
over the giant rod. How could she take it all in her mouth
without gagging, Julie wondered, feeling a strange stretching
sensation in her own mouth, as if in sympathy with the young girl.
She had never seen Bob so lustful, his penis had never seemed so
throbbingly huge, and she felt slightly resentful of the girl who
made it that way.
Just then she stifled a cry as two wiry hands slipped around
and drew her backwards to him. They wormed their way up to her
breasts and pressured them lightly. Eduardo! It was probably
already after 9:00 a.m. Julie's first inclination was to push him
away. She was so utterly ashamed of the disgusting thing her
husband was doing! Just because her husband was an uncontrolled
sex maniac, did that mean that she was just as licentious? The
answer seemed to be yes as the young boy's caresses behind her
felt surprisingly exciting on her breasts, like a kind of
confidence-giving massage, bolstering her ego, as she stood there
watching her husband bury his mouth in the soft, fleece-lined
cunt, his tongue dipping deep into the wet slippery channel. She
could hear him making low growling sounds in his throat as he
ministered to the twitching vagina, while the girl mewled in
ecstasy.
Julie's breath caught in her chest at the utter depravity of
what was happening. What must Eduardo be thinking? Almost
gratefully, she leaned back against her young lover and she felt
at once his protuberant rod of flesh, burning into the crevice of
her ass. His hands still squeezed her breasts lightly and he was
murmuring obscenely in her ear.
"Why should he have all the fun? Let's fuck too, Mrs.
Redding!"
The young boy's words lashed into a blazing pyre the flames
that had been lurking inside Julie. Her cunt felt as if it were
consumed by fire and was twitching and quivering in time to the
slavering that her husband's tongue was giving the girl beneath
him.
Oh, God, she moaned, what was happening? Eduardo's cock, so
long and hard, felt so good pressed against her trembling buttocks
and her body was undulating in time to the teasing massaging of
her breasts.
The lewd fucking she was watching filled her with mixed
emotions. She felt revulsed at the sight of her husband doing
those awful things with his mouth between the young girl's open
thighs but it was also undeniably exciting. She always thought it
was sick to have a man kiss you there, and she had certainly
emphatically discouraged Bob any time he had tried to make her
give in to that. Even so, she'd often wondered about it, and what
it would feel like. And she'd always steadfastly refused to take
his hardened penis in her mouth. But, those young girls seemed to
be enjoying it, and Bob was whipped up to an ecstatic frenzy like
she had never seen before.
Eduardo's hand dropped down and was groping between her legs,
desperately trying to find the hot, burning gash that was her
cunt. He found it and pushing aside the passion-drenched
crotchband of her panties buried his middle finger deep in the
throbbing hole, and Julie had to fight back the helpless gasps of
pleasure that came bubbling to her lips.
"I want to fuck you now, Mrs. Redding!" he whispered
hoarsely.
Julie fastened her eyes once more on the trio on the basement
rug. Her husband's wet sucking sounds still filled the whole
room, mingled with the groans of the girl, whose hands forced his
head further down to grovel deeper in her pussy, and all that was
visible of the other one was her madly churning lips as she strove
to suck Bob's wildly building seminal juices from his massive
cock.
Julie could stand it no longer. Her breathing ragged, she
tore her eyes away from the lust inciting scene and rasped:
"Yes, Eduardo, fuck me. Oh, God, fuck me now!"
The fifteen-year-old boy grabbed her by the hand and they
stumbled up the stairs.
Chapter 9
Bob's body was a raging inferno. It was now morning and for
the umpteenth time he was on the verge of another body-crushing
orgasm. His tongue was raw and swollen and his prick was humming
from the continual sucking and fuck-ing he had been giving and
receiving from the in-satiable twins. He moaned as he felt Lila
in-crease the tempo of her furious sucking and knew that at any
moment, his sperm would shoot into her willing mouth.
Leslie was a raw moaning mass of desire. Her little
clitoris, granite hard, leaped electrically at his touch and the
moist, heated pussy walls closed in frenetically on his burrowing
tongue.
He thought he heard stumbling sounds on the stairs, but
Leslie's thighs held him firm and he couldn't move. Anyway his
own sluicing sounds filled the air, and Leslie's screams were
reaching crescendo peak, so he couldn't even be sure he'd really
heard anything.
Then an ecstatic wail rent the air and he felt a warm
flooding of his face and Leslie was mashing her flooding vagina up
with animalistic fury, her thighs clutching him in a death grip.
He continued to send his tongue deep into her writhing hole,
rotating it around teasingly in her depths, until the cumming was
over and she was still, panting and satiated. Then it was his
turn and he was amazed at the copious flood of semen that he sent
shooting into Lila's never-quenched mouth. Jet after jet of it,
that spilled over the sides of her mouth, and dripped down on to
the rug. Then, all three lay back in a twilight sleep, their
bodies tired and well used.
Bob dozed lightly, fervently hoping that the twins had had
enough. He didn't think he could get his prick up again and his
mouth was buzzing from the prolonged labor. Besides they would
have to leave soon, it was broad daylight and ...
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhhhhh ..." the sudden scream of pleasure-pain
rang through the house, and Bob froze. What was that? Or had his
sex tortured mind imagined it? It seemed so near, almost ...
"Oooooh, God ... Fuck me, fuck me harder ..."
The impassioned plea sounded again and this time Bob knew he
hadn't imagined it. Staggering to his feet, closely followed by
the twins, he clattered up the stairs and flung open the basement
door.
The loud wailing voice rang out again just as he stepped into
the kitchen.
"Oh, Eduardo, oh, baby boy, harder, harder, that's it,
harder!"
Horrified, Bob stared with bulging eyes at what was happening
on the floor of the kitchen. He saw a jumble of nude legs and
arms, twisting and flailing; the pumping dark-skinned buttocks of
some young boy pummeling into the upraised and wildly flung thighs
of someone who could only be his wife, her mouth half-open, her
long copper hair thrashing uncontrollably from side to side.
Bob recoiled from the lascivious sight. It couldn't be, he
thought wildly, Julie wouldn't ... but obviously, Julie could and
did. Her long, creamy legs scissored out and wrapped themselves
around Eduardo's back, pulling him lewdly down on her naked pussy,
her fists pounding into his back. Bob could see the sheen of the
long, lubricated pole as it tore into the willing flesh until it
was sunk to the hilt and the petallike lips of his wife's
palpitating cunt still grabbed at the base, trying to engulf it
all inside her.
Bob barely noticed the excited twittering of the twins behind
him, as they observed his wife being screwed half to death by the
young fifteen-year-old boy. They were obviously amused and
undoubtedly aroused again. As he watched the young prick
pistoning into his wife's open and unprotected vagina, Bob thought
he'd go crashing through the floor! It just wasn't possible! But
it seemed to pose no problem to Julie as she tried to spread her
legs wider and wider to afford her child lover greater access to
her hungry insides.
As Bob watched the incredible sight, Leslie's mocking voice
came ringing back with painful clarity ... don't be too sure she
doesn't have a lover behind your back! His face blazed in memory
of how scornfully he had dismissed the idea as preposterous. His
thoughts whirled around in his head. This was his own saintly
wife, the Julie who barely accepted the most normal form of
lovemaking, who was flailing about in complete abandonment under
the satanic thrusts of an adolescent? What had happened to change
her into this over-sexed creature? He remembered the stumbling
noises he'd heard earlier and realized that Julie must have come
back early from her mother's and seen him and the twins engaged in
orgiastic three-way sex. The thought that his wife had witnessed
him that way crimsoned his already red face.
God, this is all my fault, he moaned to himself. But, if
that's what it took to awaken her, he thought suddenly excited,
then it was worth it! His tired cock leapt into half erection,
exhilarated by this new thought, glad to be free of the pall of
guilt that was hanging over it. If that's the case, his thoughts
ran on happily, then everything will be alright with us again!
His cock jerking out convulsively, Bob eyed the writhing
couple on the floor, listening as his wife's moans of pleasure
increased in intensity. He could see her firm, curvaceous buttock
cheeks flattened out against the floor, cruelly spreading from the
strain of coaxing the boy's oversized cock further and deeper into
her. Bob's eyes seemed mesmerically fixed on her tight, grinding
little ass and unconsciously, he began to stroke his long thick
penis, running his tongue over his lips, all earlier feelings of
tiredness and satiation forgotten.
The blood in his big prick was pounding painfully and like a
man in a trance, he dashed into the kitchen, screaming in a crazed
voice:
"Wait for me, Julie ... wait for me!!"
The twins gasped and avidly turned their sight on the
depraved scene, anxious not to miss a second of what was to come.
Great waves of heat were crashing in Julie Redding, sending
out ripples of pleasure to her every nerve ending, and she felt
the moment of her imminent release nearing. Just as she was
drifting off into her euphoric bliss, her husband's bellowing
voice shattered her reverie.
"Wait for me, Julie ... wait for me!"
She struggled to raise her head and realized that Eduardo was
moving from between her legs.
"Oh, please, God," she sobbed silently, "what am I going to
do?"
Then she felt herself being turned, and Eduardo was slipping
beside her.
Shaking with fear, she found herself straddling and lying on
top of her child lover, his hard rod resuming its skewering up
into her. She turned her head and saw out of the corner of her
eye, her husband Bob standing behind her, his large, blood-filled
penis held out lewdly in front of him. Then he yanked savagely at
her hair, turning her face away again, so that she was left
staring down into Eduardo's passionately contorted face.
Bob observed the cowering figure of his wife atop the body of
the young man who was still pumping into her, his hips raising up
off the ground and his shoulders pushing back against the floor.
Bob was gasping as he drew aside the soft white mounds of his
wife's quivering ass. Julie moaned piteously and tried
desperately to clench them together again, but Bob dug his talon
strong hands into the soft flesh and she knew it was useless to
struggle. She relaxed her trembling backside and he spread the
soft yielding crevice wide apart.
Julie heard him suck in his breath as the dark puckered ring
of her anus came into his greedy view. He could see it throbbing
gently, the crinkled flesh drawing the soft, whiter flesh in as it
contracted. He pushed his hand down, quivering with excitement
and thrust experimentally at it with his finger. Julie gasped and
began a furious wriggling as she felt the probing digit against
the soft sensitive skin. What was he going to do to her? her mind
screamed. But, oddly, her struggling only served to increase the
satisfaction she was getting from Eduardo's intense screwing from
below, and involuntarily, she moaned aloud, her cries unmistakable
mewls of pleasure.
Bob heard her ecstatic sighs with rage. The wanton little
slut! he raved, the goddamn little bitch. So she even wants it
in the asshole, the fucking little bitch! His anger uncontrolled
he rammed his finger forward, sinking it to the first knuckle.
"Owowowowowowowowowow ...!" she sobbed, vainly trying to fart
and dislodge the unnatural intruder. Tears rushed to her eyes and
fell freely down her face. "Let's see how she likes this ..." Bob
slurred, his eyes dimmed with sadistic glee as he watched the
unhappy result of his brutal action. He rammed his finger forward
again until it was imbedded to the second knuckle and Julie moaned
and writhed under the horrible impalement.
He scoured her widening anus gleefully with his finger,
expanding it unnaturally, while his other hand stroked and patted
his monstrously enlarged cock, aiming the angry red bulbous head
at the dark little ring of his wife's rectum.
He withdrew his finger and methodically placed the giant head
against the sorely stretched anus, the tiny drops of moisture from
the slit at the tip lubricating the abused area. Then, his cock
laying the full length of her anal crack, he again spread the
futilely resisting moons of her ass apart, stretching them beyond
belief, and opening the whole defenseless split to his onslaught.
Bob grinned sadistically as he hesitated for a moment, his
cock poised. He couldn't believe it.
One of his secret dreams nurtured in the two years of their
marriage, about to come true! How often had he thought about
burying his shaft deep in the virginal anus of his frigid young
wife, and feeling her squirming about in helpless impalement under
his savage thrusts?
Now, his eyes bulging, he drove the steel-hard instrument
straight at the tiny, defensively clenching mouth.
"AAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!" her piteous scream shattered through
everyone there, and the watching girls felt their blood running
cold as she kept up her agonized wail, the pitch rising steadily.
The tip had ground its way into and burst through the tight
elastic nether ring and the full throbbing head lay buried in the
tightly restricting flesh.
Julie was blinded for a moment. The pain seeped into every
crevice of her body until she felt she was being split apart.
Fresh tears gushed down her face in her abject mortification of
what was happening to her. Her smooth white buttocks jerked and
twisted trying to dislodge the unnatural invader. But it was no
use and her angered husband lost no time. With each desperate
jerk of her body, her husband's cock slipped a centimeter further
into the tight rubbery sheath and with one mighty surge, he sunk
the entire length of it in her warm, contracting rectum.
"Oooooh, God, oooooh, God, darling ... you're ... you're
killing meeeee!"
Julie kept up a mournful wail, oblivious to everything but
the harsh, grating pain. She didn't know if she would ever be
able to walk again after this bestial double impalement by her
husband and her fifteen-year-old lover at the same time and tears
stung her eyes in shame and degradation.
Bob looked with satisfaction at the smooth white pillows of
her ass-cheeks closing in on his deeply sunk cock. He had wanted
to hurt his wife, humiliate her for all the time she had spurned
him, shrugged off his advances, and for this, the final grief she
had caused him. He began to thrust with his hardened cock,
forcing the rubbery resisting flesh to yield, until he began an
even fucking in and out, the now wide-stretched anal passage
becoming easier around his prick. He felt the thick, long cock of
the young man through the thin dividing membrane separating her
rectum and vagina and almost as if they had agreed, they began to
screw into her in a rhythmic fucking unison, buffeting her
unmercifully between them.
Julie's sad keening had ceased and for a moment she was
silent, and then, unbelievably, she began to murmur low gurgles
... tiny whimpers of unmistakable pleasure. She was beginning to
enjoy it!
When the pain had ceased and her body became accustomed to
the dual fucking, her only thought was to have it over with. But
now, tiny trickles of pleasure ... featherlike strokes ... started
deep inside her and with each double thrust from the impaling
spears, the trickles increased until they were roaring rivers of
pent-up passion. She began to thrust her ass backwards,
voluntarily skewering her roundly stretched anus on her husband's
sodomizing prick, and then bearing down to swallow the full length
of her young lover's cock in her voraciously hungry cunt. She was
actually enjoying it ... the masochistic joy of being helplessly
fucked frenziedly back and forth! She liked the ruthless feel of
her husband's penis as it ravaged her virginal anus and fucked in
sadistic strokes in time to Eduardo's deep plunges into her hungry
vagina! She began to chant mindlessly:
"OOOOoooooohhhhhhh ... hurt me! hurt me! Do it harder!
Fuck me harder! Harder! Harder!"
The two men, mesmerized by her lewd cries, pumped furiously
into her with merciless pounding swipes of their violently
hardened pricks.
Leslie and Lila could hardly contain their voyeuristic glee.
The wild fucking was more exciting to them than anything they had
ever experienced, and their eyes were glued on the cruel
sandwiching of Bob's wife between two madly screwing cocks.
Almost as one, they had plunged their fingers into the hot
throbbing furnaces of their cunts and were twisting their hands up
between their legs in time to the pummeling the men were giving
Julie.
As her high-pitched screams became more intense, the girls
could stand it no longer and dashed like nymphs into the kitchen.
Without hesitation, Leslie lowered herself on the surprised
face of the sweating Eduardo, and he, recovering from his
surprise, immediately lashed out with his tongue, slashing with
fury into the writhing orifice over his face.
Lila, at first at a loss as to what to do, grabbed the mildly
protesting Bob by the hair and pulled his head slightly to one
side, giving him easy access to her waiting, willing pussy.
Bob blinked his eyes at the pink moist slit that appeared
from nowhere in front of him. Maddened by the repeated shrills of
his wife, begging to be hurt, and goaded on by the increasing
turmoil in his balls, he licked out fervently at the insistently
proffered cunt, not knowing or caring whose it was.
The twins twitched and moaned with increasing passion as the
men licked and sucked intently at their throbbing cunts, while
they fucked mercilessly into Julie, who kept up a steady
cantation, her body thrilling to the increasing feelings of
pleasure. The bodies bucked and jerked against each other, the
air resounding with the sound of flesh smacking against flesh, and
wet slavering sounds or oral satisfaction.
Julie was the first to cum, her now-hoarse voice raucously
shrieking out as orgasm after orgasm spasmed through her, while at
the same time, the two men, sensing their absolutely total
conquest of her body, plunged forward, ejaculating their pumping
sperm far, far up into her wildly quivering belly. The twins then
came, their orgasms being nonetheless potent for being their
dozenth or so in twenty-four hours. They all collapsed in a
licentious, satiated heap, and for a few minutes, Julie through
her lust crazed mind, thought she would never move again, let
alone have another orgasm, but of course, she did, when her
rejuvenated husband and teen-age lover and the never-tired twins
initiated her into new realms of pleasure she'd never even thought
existed.
Epilogue
"Darling," Julie's voice rang out, "I just loved sucking your
cock last night, while Ken fucked me in the ass and Eduardo fucked
my cunt! I'm so happy things happened the way they did and I've
got you to thank for it all."
Bob was silent. To him, the last few weeks had passed into
nothing but a tangled mass of breasts, cunts, thighs. He had
forgotten which night was which, whose house, of their new circle
of "friends" they'd visited, whose cunt he'd sucked or fucked, and
he didn't care! He knew, to his regret, that he and his wife had
passed the point of no return, and Julie reaching the point where
she was unsatisfied if she didn't have at least several men a
night.
At first, he was happy to go along with satisfying his wife's
unleashed sexuality, thinking it would be satiated after a while,
but it raged on like a brush fire, until he wondered why she
bothered with him at all. It was obvious now that he alone could
never satisfy her! So, bitterly, he refrained from comment,
afraid that any rebuke on his part would draw her scorn on him,
and what was even worse, he might lose her altogether!
"Darling," she called again, interrupting his thoughts,
"here's an ad I think we should answer."
She showed him the edition of a "Swingers" magazine she was
reading, and the advertisement she had penciled out mentioned
"Erotic couple seeking others with same interests for fun and
games ... must be completely open minded."
"I'd say we're pretty open minded, wouldn't you, Bob?" Julie
asked, and without thought, he weakly nodded assent.
The End
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