James Wheaton: The playful twins

He lowered his head and fastened his mouth on one of the tiny pebblelike nipples and he was surprised when Julie immediately pressed his head to her breast, moaning softly, as he sucked on first one and then the other. He felt her straining under him, and realized with disbelief, that she was thrusting her pelvis upward, trying to press her groin against his. He could hardly believe that this was his Julie… the prim, prudish Julie whom he loved but who barely had tolerated a tentative hand on her breast thus far. Something in him wanted to stop, to protect her… but his desire was too great now and she was wriggling a little beneath him, her breath coming in uneven gasps. Her hand was reaching down and he could feel her fingers fumbling at his fly. Disbelief swept over Bob as he felt her steadily lowering the zipper, and then slowly insert a tentative hand inside. A low guttural moan escaped him as he felt her hands on his swollen penis. Her touch sent eddies of spasmodic pleasure rippling over his entire body. He reached down and assisted her until she held his burgeoning cock in her hand and gently squeezed it, testing the hot, hard surface with her fingers. Then she instinctively began a rhythmic milking, moving slowly up and down and Bob was afraid that he'd cum right then in her hand. Looking down at her he saw that her normally sedate face was contorted with lust. He began rhythmic down-thrust against her belly.

Her dress was up over her hips now and was bunched around her waist and looking down between them he could see the gleam of her russet pubic triangle through her passion drenched panties and feverishly he began to work the intervening garment down over her hips. She moaned again as her lower belly was exposed to the air and his middle finger moved toward the wetness of her pulsing cunt. Stealthily he stroked the velvety fleshiness of the lips of her vagina and slid beneath the secret folds. She twisted and groaned under his touch, desperately trying to avoid, and at the same time, engulf the trespassing finger. Gently, he thrust one finger up into the constricted warmness of her sensitive pussy, then tenderly, he stretched the virginal orifice, widening it for his ever-expanding cock. Her hips were undulating under his fingers, and her own grip tightened on his throbbing member. Incredibly he heard her sob: "Oh, darling, please do it now! Please put your big thing into me… oh, please…"

Urged on by her lewd words, he tore his engorged penis from her grasp and moving down a bit placed the blood-pressured rod at the tiny opening of her vibrant young cunt.

The searing contact of the bulbous head against the tip of her moist pink clitoris electrified Julie, and her entire body seemed to explode and flower with an overpowering desire.

His own body was on fire and it took all his willpower not to ram his bursting prick far up into her now hungrily throbbing depths.

Gently, he began to press the head against the moist mouth of her silky virgin cunt. Her mewls of pleasure had ceased and he saw that she was biting her lip in anticipation of the pain she feared was coming. A doubt flickered across his mind… maybe she'd decide not to go ahead… to stop now…

The maddening thought blocked out all reason for a moment and he lunged forward, mindless of her strident scream, he buried the fleshy head in her open vagina, forcing it upward further and further until piteous sobs racked Julie's body from the harsh intruding pain. But still she did not stop him. Slowly, inch by inch, he pressed forward, imbedding his rock-hard prick in her yielding young cunt. He felt her inner muscles contract hard around his rod, sheathing it completely, and then with another push he was all the way in! Dizzy with pleasure, he could feel the silkiness of her pubic curls grazing the base of his cock as his squirming balls nestled heavily down in the niche of her tightly clenched young buttocks. After a moment he withdrew his long prick and again surged forward. This time, it disappeared more readily into her dark moistness and Bob could feel her vaginal walls begin to relax around him.

He looked down and saw the white pillar of his hardened cock slicing into the warm mystery of her tight secret passage and in the dark of the car, he could just barely make out the pink gleam of her slit. The glossy columns of her thighs shone eerily in the half-light, and Bob, heedless of the discomfort of their position, began to fuck in and out with mesmeric regularity. Again he pulled her head up to his and she responded passionately with a long ardent kiss. Their breaths mingled hotly and their tongues fenced wildly together in a rising heat of desire. The hard tips of her breasts burned into his chest through his shirt like branding irons. Every sense, every nerve ending in his body was intoxicated with the erotic pliancy of her body, which fitted like a piece of jig-saw into his.

Julie uttered a series of shrieks, proclaiming the increasing crescendo of her passion. Her hands were raking into his back urging him to drive still deeper into her vibrant young belly. Their combined guttural moans reverberated heavily in the confinement of the car.

As he rode her wildly, holding her firmly by the hips as he plunged with hard, reaming strokes into her.

"Fuck me… fuck me harder…" she screamed, all her former sense of propriety obliterated from her mind. Her clasping vagina clutched desperately, like a drowning animal, at his pistoning cock, the warm clinging sheath inside sucking violently. The lewd words, coming from her hitherto innocent and prim lips, inflamed him even more and he heard a roaring in his ears. An anguished groan rumbled deep in his throat and he was just about to shriek out his orgasm when Julie, her body lashed to a frenzy of desire, began to heave uncontrollably, and half sobbing, gurgled an incoherent jumble, as the gushes of the first of her mind-shattering orgasms flowed down in a continual, hot, moist stream over her boyfriend's invading prick. And as thick hot streams of burning fluid gushed from Bob's invading cock into her churning depths, he glanced down at her lust-contorted face and thought he had never seen her look as beautiful as she did then, and an overwhelming feeling of love swept over him as he emptied gush after gush of his hot flooding sperm into her wildly contracting belly.

Bob, coming back to reality, was surprised to find himself parked in his own driveway. He had been completely lost in his daydream, and was unaware of his arriving at his house. Now, with a deep sigh, he got out of the car and went inside.

Julie whipped the eggs furiously. She could hear Bob in the bathroom and knew that when he came out, he'd be bad-tempered because they'd both overslept and he didn't want to be late for his job. She hadn't felt like getting up this morning, much less like fixing his breakfast, but even before she'd gotten married, she vowed to herself that she wouldn't be one of "those" wives who didn't get up to see their husbands off to work. Not that he cares, she muttered as she emptied the eggs into the skillet. "It is ready yet?" Bob called gruffly, "I'm late already!"

He came hurrying out of the bathroom and Julie could see that he had nicked himself with the razor.

He sat down noisily and began to rattle the cutlery absentmindedly. The irritating noise was torture to her as she was already beginning a headache, and it was all she could do to stop herself from screaming at him. She served him breakfast and sat down opposite him with a cup of coffee.

"Where exactly will you be working?" Julie asked.

When he came home last night, Bob had, in answer to her questioning, admitted to being successful in being hired, but had not elaborated.

"On the other side of town!" he answered gulping down his eggs. Julie knew it was useless to question him further and returned to her solitary thoughts.