Rita Sondale: Sorority house Mother

"Now you're going to see Dinkey get mad and spit all over me," Beth said, smiling up at Mrs. James.

Jeffrey came closer and closer until his penis was almost touching the valley between his sister's glorious breasts.

Holding one breast with one hand, Beth took his hard prick in the other. She aimed her erect nipples at the eye of his flaming hot cock. She rubbed one nipple over the eye, looking up at him.

"Make him mad, Jeffy… make his mad enough to spit all over my titties," she squealed.

Later that same afternoon, four p.m. to be exact, Gloria James took the twins on a tour of the fraternity house.

Nearly everyone of the brothers was gone. Either to the library, or gathering with classmates who were not fraternity brothers and who were forbidden to enter the fraternity house. To study together, they met in different restaurants that encircled the campus, or they gathered in the dormitories the students lived in.

The cook didn't come for at least two hours, about six p.m. Dianne's work was finished for the day. The whole mansion was so silent, it was ghost-like as far as the twins were concerned.

Beth and Jeffrey were greatly impressed with the entire layout including the cellar where the washing and ironing and pressing was done.

But most of all, Beth was impressed with the Holy of Holies. Mrs. James explained this at some length. She'd heard many different stories of what went on inside the H of H and although she couldn't really confirm any of them, not having witnessed them personally because she never could have gotten that close, she was rather convinced they were true.

"I once found a diary one of the "brothers" threw out by mistake. In this was an accounting of one of the initiations. All the boys were naked and the poor boy being taken in had to masturbate in front of all his new brothers. When he refused, he was forced to suck each one off," said Mrs. James.

Beth and Jeff stared at her in total disbelief.

In the library Mrs. James showed the twins where the boys kept girlie magazines and other semi-pornographic material hidden.

"They had no idea that I know most of their secrets," she said.

Upstairs in one of the boys rooms to which Mrs. James had the key ("the boy doesn't know I have it.") she showed the awed twins a suitcase he kept under another lock and key in his closet. This was filled to the brim with all kinds of pornographic material including dildoes, handcuffs, ankle chains, whips, high heels, nylon stockings, garter belts, corsets, wigs and medieval chastity belt.

"Oh wow!" Beth exclaimed, holding her brother's hand. "Wouldn't I look just great in that?"

"You'd look great in anything, darling," said Mrs. James, embracing Beth, holding her close and suddenly feeling very hot for her body.

In yet another room from which the occupant was absent and in yet another secret hiding place, Mrs. James showed the twins a veritable load of homosexual pornography, all male.

Young boys with erect pricks, lovely young boy behinds penetrated by older men; young boys sucking policemen, ugly Blacks and the like.

There were also set upon set of photographs of young boys in love with dogs, horses, and other young boys. Many of the photographs showed boys sucking each other in daisy chains consisting of over twenty boys.

"These boys' parents have no idea whatever," said Mrs. James, "of what truly goes on in their sons' minds. If they did," she added, now caressing Beth's naked bottom up under her skirt, feeling her warm flesh with her finger tips, Beth squirming deliriously and raising her lips so Mrs. James could slide her tongue inside and weave it around, Beth loving this kind of romantic affection, "Well, darling, if the parents did know, there's no telling what would happen."

"We could blackmail them, couldn't we?" Beth laughed.

Mrs. James shuddered. "Darling," she whispered, removing her hands from her silky bottom, "if we could do that we could retire for life."

Back down in the dining room, Beth and Jeffrey got their first lesson in how to serve the several tables. Mrs. James familiarized them with the kitchen, where all the silver and the plates, napkins, et cetera, were kept.

By the time another hour or so had passed, there was little either Beth or her brother didn't know about how to replace the sick waitress.

Mrs. James conducted a rehearsal, playing the role of one of the more cranky boys who never got the right kind of table service. This was a riot and all three were laughing so hard they almost peed in their pants.

"So you think you can manage it?" Mrs. James asked when they were back upstairs in her cozy apartment.

"I don't see why not," they both said, one after the other, as though Beth were Jeffrey's shadow or vice versa.

"Good," smiled the older woman. "Now, both of you sit down, I have something of a surprise for you."

One of Mrs. James' only friends, and he could be considered a close one, in the vicinity, was an electrician from a small town near P-. He also moonlighted as a locksmith. This was how she met Bosidorsky whom she affectionately called "Bosie."

"Now, you two listen closely. Bosie comes home from his electrical job about supper time. That's about half an hour from now.

"I'll call him and explain what I want."

"What do you want?" asked Beth. The young girl was sitting at Mrs. James' feet, fondling her naked toes, kissing her knees and looking at her naked pussy all at the same time. Her brother was sitting on the couch opposite, his pants down to his ankles, his erect prick dancing in his fist as he watched his sister and the delectable Mrs. James.

"Well, I had this idea, darlings," she went on. "I see no reason whatever why we can't break into the garage where your van is."

"Oh my God!" Jeffrey exclaimed and his prick went almost limp in his fist. "You mean what I think you mean?"

Mrs. James frowned. "No," she said, not wiping the wrinkles from her forehead, but that can come later. Now listen, here's what I think.

"What we'll do is get Bosie to open the garage from the back. We'll use his truck to cart away whatever you think you can both load up in the time that we have. We're going to have to be extremely careful because Bill Frank, he's the owner of the place, well he lives right behind it. It's a little dangerous, but I think we can handle it while Mr. Frank's eating dinner."

"Oh golly, that sounds just marvelous," Beth cried. "I'm so tired of wearing what I'm wearing."

"Great!" said Jeffrey. "It sounds just great!"

"Good. So, then we take from your van what we can get. Bosie will lock up the place again and I can think of no reason why Bill Frank would suspect anyone entered the rear of his garage any more than he would think anyone would get into your van, see?"

"I see. Of course," said Jeffrey. Now his penis was stiffening again, its rosy head thickening and his agile fingers riding up and down his shaft.

Beth's fingers were now buried up inside Mrs. James' happy cunt. Her cunt was so hot, so moist and even so sticky, that Beth just adored rooting inside it with three, sometimes four fingers as Mrs. James, with her head thrown back, her eyes half-lidded, made low grunting noises mingled with moans of deep sensual satisfaction.

"I want to kiss it a little for you," said Beth with a small voice. "May I?"

"Oh my darling… yesssssss. I want you to kiss it for me. How do you want mp? Tell me, my darling. Tell me. Tell me, darling, please."

Beth looked over at her brother. He was stretched out on the couch on his back. His immense prick was standing up straight in the air. One hand was clutching his heavy balls. His other hand was gliding up and down his shaft very slowly.

"Jeff?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Jeff, how do you want Gloria?"