James Wheaton: The playful twins

Perspiration ran in little rivulets down their bodies and Bob could feel the salt-taste of his own sweat as he labored over the young sinewy girl he had met such a short time ago. The sun was beating down relentlessly on their straining bodies and little blades of grass clung to Leslie's flesh as she thrashed about under his continual surges.

"Oooohhhh, God…" she moaned, almost incoherently, "stick your finger in my ass… do it now, please do it now…"

Her blatantly lewd request startled Bob and he was unsure at first of what to do. He wasn't sure he'd heard her right at first, but she continued to beg him, and, almost in a daze, Bob reached down and tentatively pushed between the twisting cheeks of her buttocks. His fingertip grazed the tight puckered lips of her anus and Leslie moaned impatiently.

"Do it now, please… do it now!"

He loosened the tight little ring, stroking its elastic resistance with his finger, and then he rammed it in to the first knuckle, the rubbery flesh closing tightly in on his digit. A strangled cry escaped Leslie's throat and she grimaced with pain, but she immediately began to screw her rectum down on his finger, seeking to swallow it completely. He probed further, to the second knuckle, and then until it was all completely imbedded in her grasping nether passage. He twisted it around inside her, feeling his own still-pistoning cock through the thin membrane dividing the twin channels, and the pulsating venous underside of his cock made a strange vibration on his finger as the two intruding implements fucked into her.

Her pelvis was flailing wildly between the dual intruders, and Bob began to saw in and out, his cock and finger in unison, bring a shrill unending whine from Leslie, ringing through the trees.

His bloated balls felt as if they were on fire and he knew that he would cum soon. But he wanted the pleasure of seeing her, this rich, high-class little bitch, writhing about in abandon from the orgasm he was giving her, before he spewed his cum into her hot blue-blooded little belly. She began to jerk in great body-heaving spasms, her hips smashing against his.

"Oh, God, I'm cumming… fuck harder, fuck harder!!!" she cried out.

The words tore themselves loose from her in a mad jumble and at the same time, her creamy orgasmic juices gushed around his battering cock, as giant tremors of sexual ecstasy ripped at her insides and the crashing walls of her gasping vagina milked at Bob's churning prick now swollen beyond anything he had ever known and her cumming, the supreme act of submission acted as a signal for his own release and his thick, hot seminal fluid began its headlong dash from his fomenting balls. His cock jerked again and again as the milky liquid splashed heavily into her still-quivering belly, until finally he was milked dry and there was nothing left and they lay back on the sweat-dampened grass, already glistening with tiny trickles of shimmering cum-juice.

Bob lay on his back, looking up at the cloudless blue sky, his teen-age sexual partner lay beside him, sleeping lightly. The glow of satiation fading, Bob felt embarrassed as he glanced over their naked bodies. The realization that anyone could have passed by and seen them in their nude lustful fornication, combined with guilt over deceiving his wife, not to mention Leslie's age, brought a blush of shame to his face. His shame and guilt began to give way to anger after a moment, when he began to think about the details which lead to their lewd coupling. Anger at Leslie… and what she stood for. He knew that her proper New England upbringing had nurtured an affinity in her for the coarser, less refined elements of life, by dint of their complete exclusion. And that includes me! he thought bitterly.

His bitter thoughts were interrupted when he felt the youthful sprite stir beside him, and then she was sitting up, looking at him.

She began to rub her hands up and down her smooth, curvaceous sides, stopping to cup her breasts in her hands, kneading the smooth flesh, the nipples spilling teasingly out through her fingers. Her hands dropped down, stroking and massaging, coming to rest at the vee of her legs. Her fingertips rested for a moment on her golden fleece and then dipped down and slid between her thighs. His eyes were riveted on the sensual sight of auto-eroticism and the young girl, fully aware of the lustful effect of her manipulation on the older man, spread her legs slightly. There was a dreamy, far-away look on her young face as her fingers began to probe at the soft hair-lined lips, and Bob could see the hint of glistening pink. He was totally transfixed, unable to take his eyes from the alluring sight. His eyes were burning and his mouth hinged open as she continued to titillate herself. As the tempo of her massaging increased, she began to drone: "Oh, Bob… kiss my pussy… I want you to lick it… put your mouth where my finger is! See, it's all ready for you. I want your mouth on me… biting me… kissing me… your tongue in my pussy, sucking, licking…"

The obscene words spilling out of the teenager's mouth again exciting Bob to fever pitch. The young girl's lewd cantation and her unabashed masturbation acted like a drug on him, desensitizing and stimulating at the same time, and he half-crawled over to her, his eyes watering from the strain of staring at her luscious ready pussy. Seeing her desire on the point of being fulfilled, Leslie lay back and Bob crawled up dog-like between her thighs. The musky odor of her fresh-flowing juices and the smell of his own cum still mingled with hers permeated his nostrils and with a groan, he placed a hand on either leg and pulled them apart and up, as far as they would go. Breathing heavily, he placed his thumbs on the outside of the soft, hair-lined flanges, and slowly drew the tender fleshy folds apart. He gasped as he gazed avidly at the treasure he had exposed. The moist pink flesh, pulsing in anticipation, lay open to him and he could see the star-shaped viscous opening contracting, and the red tip of her clitoris peeping through the maze of curls, hidden by the passion-aroused folds.

After a moment of feasting on the sensual sight, he lowered his head and with an animalistic growl, his tongue snaked out, flicking at the juicy flesh. The sweetness of her aroused him even more and his tongue began to jab at the secret indentations of her pussy, searching, seeking, sucking voraciously at her honey-like moistness, his mouth making slavering sounds which echoed in the silence of the late afternoon. The teenager squirmed wildly under the cunt-licking he was giving her and raising her head slightly, drank in the sight of the grown man hunched on all fours down between her widespread legs. She moaned as she felt his tongue jabbing tentatively at her vaginal opening and she squirmed her vagina up, trying desperately to impale her desire-ridden pussy on his feverishly working tongue. She could feel his hot breath blowing into her and her hot, moist passage opened and closed like an insect-eating flower around his probing organ.

A change was coming over Bob. No anger remained… only gratitude… thankfulness to Leslie for offering him the taste, the feel, the smell of a warm young pussy around his face… a sensation he had often wanted and longed for. If only Julie would let him…

But all thoughts of his wife vanished as he felt the young girl's cunt flower open and her passion juices run freely down, masking his face in a sticky sweetness. His tongue increased its furious lashing, licking her cunt lips, nipping at the blood-engorged bud of her clitoris, flicking at the tormented orifice, until she bounced around on the lawn, grinding her grass-stained buttocks harder and more desperately down into the earth. Her thighs gripped around his ears viciously, loathe to release him, and then her pelvis began to churn, her hips mashing hungrily up against his face until he was barely able to breathe.