James Barton - Incest neighbors

He removed the key from his pocket, looked at it for a long moment then inserted it in the lock. The door swung open, and Jim found the apartment in total darkness. Instinctively, he felt the wall for a switch and a soft feminine voice told him, “Don’t… Leave it off, Jim.”

The voice and the sound of his name relaxed him a bit, but he stood uncertainly on the threshold.

“Close the door and let’s play… “another soft voice said from his left.

Swallowing thickly, Jim stepped into the darkened apartment and became aware of the plaintive strains of a flamenco guitar. He closed the door soundly and turned the latch. As he stood there in the darkness, he felt his heart pounding wildly in his chest. The anticipation of what was to come was almost too much for him as he awaited it impatiently.

“Just stand very still, Jim…“ a soft voice said from his right.

“Don’t move-and don’t touch. Let us do everything,” a deeper voice said from his left.

Jim felt a tightening in his chest as a hand reached out and touched his face.

The fingertips ran searchingly over his brow, his eyes, his nose and they came to rest on his lips. “Suck my fingers…“ he heard.

Jim opened his mouth slightly and began kissing and licking the girl’s fingers as she had asked. It was so totally erotic that Jim felt his prick grow suddenly and begin to throb inside his pants. As he sucked the long, slender finger into his mouth, one of the girls moved behind him and removed his coat.

He heard it fall as she tossed ft aside: then a pair of hands removed his tie and began to unbutton his shirt slowly. As his shirt tails were pulled free, the girl pulled her hand away from him and two pair of hands roamed over his torso. Softly, warmly they seemed to search, and he felt himself chill as a pair of hands went to his waist to free his belt.

As his trousers were removed, then his shoes and sacks, Jim had the overpowering urge to reach out and grab one of the girls and crush her to him.

His breathing was sharp and was accented by the sighs coming almost involuntarily from his throat as the girls’ hands brushed his tented shorts and ran over his taut ass as they removed his clothing.

Then, Jim was naked. His prick was standing straight out from his body and his senses reeled as he drew in his breath and became aware of the heady fragrance of the perfume the girls were wearing-it was illusive, and almost familiar somehow. He tensed as the girls’ hands returned to his naked body to caress it without him being able to do the same. Jim had not spoken a word since he had entered the apartment and though his apprehensions had not risen to any degree, he still felt somehow uncomfortable.

The hands moved low over his stomach, and he felt one girl’s arm and wrist brush his gigantic hard-on, but her hands seemed to be actively avoiding his stiff and throbbing prick. One of the girls had moved behind him and he felt her hands on his back, then his waist and finally his ass. One of her hands went between his legs and took hold of his balls gently, pulling on them until he let out a low groan and instinctively reached out for the girl in front of him.

“No!” she said sharply and moved back. Her sudden command startled him, and he let his hand fall to his side again as the hand on his balls moved away.

“Put your hands behind you, Jim” a soft voice urged from behind.

He didn’t question her, but as he felt something cool and silken go around his wrists to bind them together, he felt compelled to speak and look, is that necessary? I mean, if you don’t want me to touch you, I-”

His mouth was covered suddenly with a pair of soft, searching lips. Jim felt the girl’s warm flesh press against his own, and his prick was bent upwards to lay between their naked bellies SB she slipped her arms about his neck and forced her tongue into his mouth. He took it willingly and relaxed as the silk scarf was knotted tightly about his wrists.

As the girl pulled her mouth from his and squeezed him tightly, Jim realized suddenly just how helpless he was. Then the girl moved away and the other girl moved her body against his and licked his chest, then searched her way to his mouth. Her tongue, too, found its way into his mouth and she kissed him passionately as she ground her cunt against his stiff prick.

As their lips parted, she moved back and Jim felt a girl on each side of him.

They took hold of his elbows and led him acme the darkened room. As they helped him onto a bed covered with cool satin sheets, he lay back apprehensively as they lay don beside them. Then there was a soft voice in his ear, and somehow it was hauntingly familiar — like the perfume.

“We all have fantasies… what’s yours?”

He swallowed dryly and replied without hesitation, “I… I’m having mine!”

One of them laughed lightly, and again the familiarity struck him. It was eerie and Jim searched his memory for the answer as the voice, came again and soft hands roamed over his body, but never touched his aching prick.

“But who do you have this fantasy with, Jim?”

“I… I don’t understand he replied, unsure of the girl’s reason for asking.

“Oh, I think you do. We’re the dream makers but how can we make you a dream if we don’t know who you want us to be?”

The voice was hauntingly familiar, and it seemed as though the instant lie was about to place it, the inflection changed and he would lose it. “Uh… you mean, who are the girls in my fantasy?”

“Yes, they both whispered in unison.

Jim swallowed. He wasn’t at all sure he wanted to make such an admission to two total strangers, but somehow it seemed safe there in the dark. “My… my own daughters he said thickly. As he spoke the words, bath girls took hold of his prick and he felt himself shudder as a result. The hands stroked, pulled and fondled his cock as he felt warm mouths on his chest.

“What are their names?” one of the girls asked.

“T-Trish… Trish and Tina…“ he choked out.

“I’ll be Trish for you, Jim…“

“And I’ll be Tina for you, Daddy.”

And as the second girl spoke huskily, Jim chilled. My God! he thought. She even sounds like Tina, but that was ridiculous, he told himself. Still, Jim was left with an uncertainty as he felt his prick fondled, softly and the girls kissing his chest, playing their tongues around his stiffened nipples.

“What would you like to do to your daughters, Jim?” the one playing the role of Trish asked him. “And how long have you wanted to do it?”

Jim’s head swam as he thought about it, then he answered finally, “Oh, God… just love you… make love with you. I love you both so much. I want to fuck you, suck your pussies, and shove my prick in your mouths. I… I’ve wanted to do it for years!” and his voice shook with emotion as he felt the tears well in his eyes. He was torn between his feelings of guilt and his own passion as he blurted out what he really wanted to tell his own daughters. Once spoken, it was as though a gigantic weight had been lifted from his chest and he caught his breath as the girls lay closely to him, stroked his prick and legs and shared the warmth of their naked young bodies with him. “Untie me… please untie me. Let me feel you-touch you!”

“Beg us, Daddy!” the girl on his right, said. God, but she sounded like Tina, he thought. “Beg us and we might do that.”

“Untie me, please. I want to hold you in my arms, touch your bodies… your tits, your cunts… all over… this is driving me mad.”

Trish lowered her mouth over her father’s and kissed him fully. Not only was Jim playing out his fantasy, but so were his daughters. She licked out with her hot little tongue and found his as she squeezed the head of his throbbing prick and felt her sister’s hand move between their father’s legs to stroke his balls. Trish was torn now, between revealing their identity to him and letting it remain a secret. She could not make up her mind, and though she and Tina had talked about it, they had simply decided to wait and see what his reaction would be when they proposed the fantasy charade. But he had responded just as they had thought he would, and now the question arose as to how he might react if he found out they really were his daughters, and not simply surrogates.