James Wheaton: The playful twins

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.