James Wheaton: The playful twins

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.