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RWS-126 The Playful Twins by James Wheaton


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 people, 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 fastened 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 
solitary cup of black coffee, she had finally decided to take matters 
into her own hands and do something 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 exposed to the warming 
rays of the sun. Her eyes were closed, and Bob wondered if she was 
sleeping. 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 perspiration covering her 
soaking body. It was several seconds before she realized where she was 
and she shook her head from side to side in an effort 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 buried inside her until finally his 
testicles were drained completely dry and began to grow limp inside 
her.

"More," Julie sighed, clutching at the youthful 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 fucking he had been giving and receiving from the 
insatiable twins. He moaned as he felt Lila increase 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 I 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