James Wheaton - The playful twins

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.

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.