James Wheaton - The playful twins

Julie's breath caught in her chest at the utter depravity of what was happening. What must Eduardo be thinking? Almost gratefully, she leaned back against her young lover and she felt at once his protuberant rod of flesh, burning into the crevice of her ass. His hands still squeezed her breasts lightly and he was murmuring obscenely in her ear.

"Why should he have all the fun? Let's fuck too, Mrs. Redding!"

The young boy's words lashed into a blazing pyre the flames that had been lurking inside Julie. Her cunt felt as if it were consumed by fire and was twitching and quivering in time to the slavering that her husband's tongue was giving the girl beneath him.

Oh, God, she moaned, what was happening? Eduardo's cock, so long and hard, felt so good pressed against her trembling buttocks and her body was undulating in time to the teasing massaging of her breasts.

The lewd fucking she was watching filled her with mixed emotions. She felt revulsed at the sight of her husband doing those awful things with his mouth between the young girl's open thighs but it was also undeniably exciting. She always thought it was sick to have a man kiss you there, and she had certainly emphatically discouraged Bob any time he had tried to make her give in to that. Even so, she'd often wondered about it, and what it would feel like. And she'd always steadfastly refused to take his hardened penis in her mouth. But, those young girls seemed to be enjoying it, and Bob was whipped up to an ecstatic frenzy like she had never seen before.

Eduardo's hand dropped down and was groping between her legs, desperately trying to find the hot, burning gash that was her cunt. He found it and pushing aside the passion-drenched crotchband of her panties buried his middle finger deep in the throbbing hole, and Julie had to fight back the helpless gasps of pleasure that came bubbling to her lips.

"I want to fuck you now, Mrs. Redding!" he whispered hoarsely.

Julie fastened her eyes once more on the trio on the basement rug. Her husband's wet sucking sounds still filled the whole room, mingled with the groans of the girl, whose hands forced his head further down to grovel deeper in her pussy, and all that was visible of the other one was her madly churning lips as she strove to suck Bob's wildly building seminal juices from his massive cock.

Julie could stand it no longer. Her breathing ragged, she tore her eyes away from the lust inciting scene and rasped: "Yes, Eduardo, fuck me. Oh, God, fuck me now!"

The fifteen-year-old boy grabbed her by the hand and they stumbled up the stairs.

Bob's body was a raging inferno. It was now morning and for the umpteenth time he was on the verge of another body-crushing orgasm. His tongue was raw and swollen and his prick was humming from the continual sucking and fucking he had been giving and receiving from the insatiable twins. He moaned as he felt Lila increase the tempo of her furious sucking and knew that at any moment, his sperm would shoot into her willing mouth.

Leslie was a raw moaning mass of desire. Her little clitoris, granite hard, leaped electrically at his touch and the moist, heated pussy walls closed in frenetically on his burrowing tongue.

He thought he heard stumbling sounds on the stairs, but Leslie's thighs held him firm and he couldn't move. Anyway his own sluicing sounds filled the air, and Leslie's screams were reaching crescendo peak, so he couldn't even be sure he'd really heard anything.

Then an ecstatic wail rent the air and he felt a warm flooding of his face and Leslie was mashing her flooding vagina up with animalistic fury, her thighs clutching him in a death grip. He continued to send his tongue deep into her writhing hole, rotating it around teasingly in her depths, until the cumming was over and she was still, panting and satiated. Then it was his turn and he was amazed at the copious flood of semen that he sent shooting into Lila's never-quenched mouth. Jet after jet of it, that spilled over the sides of her mouth, and dripped down on to the rug. Then, all three lay back in a twilight sleep, their bodies tired and well used.

Bob dozed lightly, fervently hoping that the twins had had enough. He didn't think he could get his prick up again and his mouth was buzzing from the prolonged labor. Besides they would have to leave soon, it was broad daylight and…

"Aaaaaaggggghhhhhhhh…" the sudden scream of pleasure-pain rang through the house, and Bob froze. What was that? Or had his sex tortured mind imagined it? It seemed so near, almost…

"Oooooh, God… Fuck me, fuck me harder…"

The impassioned plea sounded again and this time Bob knew he hadn't imagined it. Staggering to his feet, closely followed by the twins, he clattered up the stairs and flung open the basement door.

The loud wailing voice rang out again just as he stepped into the kitchen.

"Oh, Eduardo, oh, baby boy, harder, harder, that's it, harder!"

Horrified, Bob stared with bulging eyes at what was happening on the floor of the kitchen. He saw a jumble of nude legs and arms, twisting and flailing; the pumping dark-skinned buttocks of some young boy pummeling into the upraised and wildly flung thighs of someone who could only be his wife, her mouth half-open, her long copper hair thrashing uncontrollably from side to side.

Bob recoiled from the lascivious sight. It couldn't be, he thought wildly, Julie wouldn't… but obviously, Julie could and did. Her long, creamy legs scissored out and wrapped themselves around Eduardo's back, pulling him lewdly down on her naked pussy, her fists pounding into his back. Bob could see the sheen of the long, lubricated pole as it tore into the willing flesh until it was sunk to the hilt and the petallike lips of his wife's palpitating cunt still grabbed at the base, trying to engulf it all inside her.

Bob barely noticed the excited twittering of the twins behind him, as they observed his wife being screwed half to death by the young fifteen-year-old boy. They were obviously amused and undoubtedly aroused again. As he watched the young prick pistoning into his wife's open and unprotected vagina, Bob thought he'd go crashing through the floor! It just wasn't possible! But it seemed to pose no problem to Julie as she tried to spread her legs wider and wider to afford her child lover greater access to her hungry insides.

As Bob watched the incredible sight, Leslie's mocking voice came ringing back with painful clarity… don't be too sure she doesn't have a lover behind your back! His face blazed in memory of how scornfully he had dismissed the idea as preposterous. His thoughts whirled around in his head. This was his own saintly wife, the Julie who barely accepted the most normal form of lovemaking, who was flailing about in complete abandonment under the satanic thrusts of an adolescent? What had happened to change her into this over-sexed creature? He remembered the stumbling noises he'd heard earlier and realized that Julie must have come back early from her mother's and seen him and the twins engaged in orgiastic three-way sex. The thought that his wife had witnessed him that way crimsoned his already red face.

God, this is all my fault, he moaned to himself. But, if that's what it took to awaken her, he thought suddenly excited, then it was worth it! His tired cock leapt into half erection, exhilarated by this new thought, glad to be free of the pall of guilt that was hanging over it. If that's the case, his thoughts ran on happily, then everything will be alright with us again!

His cock jerking out convulsively, Bob eyed the writhing couple on the floor, listening as his wife's moans of pleasure increased in intensity. He could see her firm, curvaceous buttock cheeks flattened out against the floor, cruelly spreading from the strain of coaxing the boy's oversized cock further and deeper into her. Bob's eyes seemed mesmerically fixed on her tight, grinding little ass and unconsciously, he began to stroke his long thick penis, running his tongue over his lips, all earlier feelings of tiredness and satiation forgotten.