James Wheaton: The playful twins

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.