James Wheaton: The playful twins

As if with a will of its own, Bob's hand reached up and found her soft, pulsing breasts. He squeezed and kneaded the smooth resilient flesh for a moment, and then hurriedly reached back and pulled down the zipper of her sheath. The brief dress fell willingly away from her tanned shoulders, revealing her lacy white bra which gleamed against the golden glow of her skin. Her heaving breasts swelled up provocatively from the lacy cups and Bob felt the moistness of his semen as it seeped impatiently from his engorged penis, egged on by her relentless ministrations. Boldly, he unclasped her bra and drew his breath at the tempting sight of her firm young breasts, sweeping upward to fiery, burgeoning nipples, jutting out from pinkish areolas.

His fingers reached out and began to tweak the already rigid buds, rolling them between his fingers, gently pulling on the tender tips, eliciting gasps of pleasure from Leslie's throat. As he felt the turgid nipples responding to his urging and with his cock jerking almost out of control, the full impact of what he was doing struck Bob with the force of a sledge hammer. He was actually going to fuck this voluptuous young teen-age nymph!

Guilt rose speedily inside him as he remembered all the fantasies he'd had… how he dreamt about fucking some other woman, taking a mistress… but he knew they were just dreams. No harm in them.

But the teasing, stroking that this gorgeous, half-naked teen-age girl was giving his bursting cock drove all such thoughts from his head. Now he had to have this child-woman… there was no turning back… it was too late to stop! He closed his mouth once more over the delicious firmness of her breasts and he realized that she was quivering beneath him and that her breathing was heavier.

Her shift was just a rumpled belt around her waist as Bob began to ease it down over her hips, his eyes straining for a glimpse of the secret treasure between her legs. She raised herself up from the ground, helping to free herself from the restraining garment and his eyes fell on her tiny bikini panties where he could see the golden curls of her palpitating young pubic mound twisting out from under the legbands.

As she lay there on the green carpet of grass, her butter color skin shimmering under the afternoon sun, Bob cast a surreptitious glance around him. There was not another human being in sight and the gentle slopes of the garden stretched away, broken only by clumps of bushes and trees. The draping branches of the oak spread like a canopy over them in their bucolic bed and Bob shivered, as much from the feel of the fresh air on his chest as in anticipation of what was to come.

Leslie lay stretched out invitingly beneath him, her eyes half-closed, the sun making strange patterns on her body, dancing through the leaves. A bee hummed around them and its hypnotic droning seemed to add to the state of complete mesmerization which Bob felt.

He reached out and tenderly began to draw Leslie's flimsy panties down over her satiny hips, gasping when the full vee of her silken yellow pubic hair came into view, and he began to imagine the moist entrance of her vaginal opening gleaming through the golden curls waiting for his touch. He ran his hands along the inside of her fleshy thighs, his fingertips feeling the faint film of moisture which coated her slender limbs. He could feel the inner muscles of her thigh flex against his touch and he could sense the shivers of pleasure which raced up and down the full length of her unbelievably exciting body. Her tongue flicked out to moisten her parched lips and her breath was a shallow rattle in her throat. His middle finger moved up the silky flesh until he could feel the crinkly pubic hair brushing against the back of his hand. He could see the pink flanges of her softly pulsing vagina contracting and a few droplets of her lubricating juices wet his hand as he grazed it. Softly, Leslie began to moan… low sighs of passion which made Bob realize that she was more than ready for loving.

Abruptly Bob stood and began desperately stripping his pants off. A twinge of self-consciousness came over him as he stood over her, his long, thick cock jutting out like a lone tree from the dark forest of his pubic hair, the head glinting purplish in the sun. I'm going to fuck her in broad daylight, he thought becoming even more aroused at the thought.

Leslie focused her glance on the throbbing penis dangling over her and she smiled as she contemplated the ponderous girth of the bulbous head and the venous surface of the massive palpitating rod.

He lowered himself down beside her on the grass, and drew her to him, cupping the sun-warmed moons of her buttocks in his hands, and breathing deeply of her meadow-scented flesh. Her body was soft and yielding against him as he ground his mouth down on hers, locking their lips together in a bruising all-consuming kiss. Tremors cavorted up and down her spine as her fingers reached down and closed around the fleshy protuberance of his lust-engorged cock. She spread her legs a little and felt his pelvis grind against her smooth, slender hips. His belly glided against the smooth flat plane of hers and the abrasive rubbing of his pubic curls against her tremulous pussy acted as a completely new erotic stimulant. The young girl squirmed beneath him and began running her hands exploringly all over his hard body. Unable to wait any longer she lifted up and wrapped her legs around him, squeezing hard. Bob groaned with pleasure as he felt the full fleshy lips of her pussy contract around his rigid penis which felt about to burst from the pressure. Leslie's pelvis began to gyrate, swirling his cock around in an unbearable imitation of fucking, and already it felt moist and lubricated from her free-flowing juices, and the sensual aroma of her secret orifice combined with the redolent air around them intoxicated him more than the exotic drink.

"Do it now… oh, lover… do it to me…" His new employer moaned through clenched teeth.

"You put it in!" he whispered hoarsely, taking command of the situation.

Eagerly, Leslie reached her hand down, forcing it between their clamped together bodies and once more her fingers curled around his long-suffering cock. Unhesitatingly, she guided the blood-filled column of hardened male flesh towards her young and pulsating pussy lips and moved it up and down the hot eager outer surface, coming to rest at the throbbing, softly bearded mouth. He could feel the clasping petal-like opening grazing the sensitive head of his swollen cock as it tried to desperately suck his manhood into its gaping hot depths. Then the pent-up fury of his aroused passion was unleashed and he drove his thick rod forward until it slipped inside the elastic ring of her eager young cunt and it glided easily through the slippery satin sheath.

"AAAAaaaaahhhhh…" she moaned, her heart-felt cry a mixture of lascivious delight and slight shock at the girth of his cock inside her. As he continued to slide forward, the smooth walls of her vaginal canal caressed his granite member like a velvet glove, until he reached the very tip of her cervix. The head of his rampaging member teased and jabbed at the firm guardian to her womb, the novel sensation eliciting little catlike moans from the child-woman, Leslie, who was flinging her head from side to side, a rosy blush spreading over her angelic face.

He began to saw into her lithe, young pussy with long, hard relentless strokes all the way up, far into her belly, until he could go no further. Still, he wormed his thick rod around inside her, probing at her feminine secrets, battering her ceaselessly in the age-old rite of subjugation. Her face was a contorted rage of desire as her fingers dug hard into his shoulders and she returned thrust for thrust, slamming her uptilted pelvis against him, spreading her quivering legs even further apart, to help him in her ravagement.