Alberta Graham - The twins and mother

The feelings were growing more and more intense and Shirley only wanted to feel more and more of her old chum's fingers high in her softly tingling cunt.

Helplessly she writhed, wantonly enjoying the erotic attention of the other woman.

"Look at them go!" Tim whispered to Bennie, an excited gleam in his eyes.

"They're really getting at it!" Bennie replied, huskily. Glancing sideways the thirteen year old saw that his twin had the same enormously rigid erection he had. But he quickly turned back to the sensually stimulating play they had instigated between the two women. It had been pure chance that Carolyn had brought a friend back with her, but they had counted on her having a drink of something that evening. The fact was that they'd both downed a goodly portion of the 'sauce' in the daiquiri bottle.

The sight of their adulterous stepmother and her friend, two luscious women with passionate expressions upon their faces, writhing obscenely upon the sofa started incredible aches in the boys' testicles as their heavily swollen cocks pulsed licentiously. They felt as though they couldn't breathe, their sweet boyish faces bathed in perspiration as they gazed mesmerized at the incredibly exciting scene before them. They heard Shirley moan softly and deliriously as Carolyn continued her ardent finger-fucking, probing the warm, moist recesses of the younger girl's willingly splayed cunt! Strangled gasps came from Shirley's lips as the tormented young body twisted and flailed helplessly on the sofa, and her passion-flooded red-haired pussy began to quiver with a stormy release of steaming orgasmic moisture.

Unconsciously the boys began to let their clasping fingers move up and down the blood engorged shafts of their wildly aching cocks.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh… oooooohhhhhhhh!" Shirley cried. She gave herself up with shattering certainty to Carolyn's wildly slaving fingers, at last at the breaking point. On and on it went and the obscenely exciting fingering of her nakedly climaxing pussy pushed deeper and deeper, pounding repeatedly against the redhead's crazily sucking cuntal walls. She was cumming! Cumming as she never had before, overflooding and overflowing. Her mind and her soul and her body were swallowed in swirling hot flashes and drowning in a blissful pool of ecstasy.

Long moments later as the two women lay sweetly entwined and Shirley came to groggily, she whispered up into Carolyn's shell-like ear, "Now me… let me do you now!"

"Please!" Carolyn replied, "Please!"

Gloria sensed Don Larsen's throbbing reactions and began to suck at the older man's hardening cock a little harder, the tip of her small teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving tiny white trails where they scraped the skin. God, she thought, I practically had to force him into it, and I'm really getting a charge out of it.

It was unusual for the young call girl to feel anything when she was out on a job, contrary to the excitement she felt when she was with her own boyfriend, or even a girlfriend. But tonight something was different. She guessed it was just her pride, but still and all, she was getting an inordinate amount of pleasure from Don's thrusting cock. The ecstasy of the moment rose within her as she sucked and she could feel the tension mounting in her loins as she longed for completion down there.

Don looked down at the girl's lust-twisted face, and at her dark hair curling against pale cheeks. His fingers lightly touched her mouth and his shaft, and he saw his own hard spear of flesh completely absorbed between her ovalled lips, increasing his sensation a hundred times. It was wrong to be doing this, to have let her persuade him, and yet he wouldn't stop what was happening for the world. He felt her massaging the soft, velvety skin of his balls tantalizingly and expertly with one hand while her thumb and forefinger of the other stroked its husky base and she sucked rhythmically up and down. Christ! He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of her withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny split at its tip. Sitting there on the edge of the hotel-room couch, Don Larsen, flexed his buttocks and watched the dark brown of the call girl's head moving and bobbing up and down below, seeing that she was simultaneously working her nakedly trembling buttocks in little gyrating circles as though she wanted to be taken from behind.

She was completely unclothed save for the black garter-belt and stockings and high heeled pumps she'd left on after an impromptu striptease a short while before. For a moment Don wondered if Carolyn would do such a thing to him. He'd never dared ask her, but just the thought that his wife might be persuaded to do such a thing sent additional sensations of excitement whirling through his loins.

He, too, had stripped, when it was clear that Gloria would not leave until something happened, and when she'd noted his hesitancy to touch her, the bold brunette had pushed him down on the sofa and started it, kneeling between his legs, sucking his half-aroused cock until it was ablaze with desire. Now she slipped her hands beneath Don's tense buttocks, cupping them in her palms, pulling his loins tighter to her face as her tongue slipped around and around the swollen tip furiously. Don felt it pushing near the bursting point while Gloria took nearly all of his rigidly throbbing cock as far back in her throat as was humanly possible. It had occurred to him before that by doing this he was not exactly unfaithful to his wife, but now this strange dream was to be shattered as Gloria suddenly gave a wild cry and let his bobbing cock slip from between her lips. With a swift and graceful movement the young dark-haired girl had positioned herself upon his lap, and with one well placed thrust, the full blunt-tipped shaft of his cock sank high up into her receptively clenching pussy. Gloria's arms wound tight about him, her lips pressed intensely against his, her tongue moving rapidly as again and again she slammed herself up and down upon his rising penis, hard, long strokes, letting Don's ever expanding cock caress the smooth inner walls of her cuntal channel.

The bluntly pounding tip found its mark as she thrust herself down upon it, forcing the rock-hard penis deeper and deeper up into her with increasing bliss for both the call girl and the newly married architect.

The room had begun to swirl in a maze of delicious blinding, flashing colors, blending with the galvanic shocks that were jolting through the young girl's soft, white body to the core of her very innermost being.

Don began to grunt and groan along with his visitor as he pumped harder up into her downward spiraling pussy, a wild tingling beginning to gnaw at his testicles. Don could hear his own strangling noises forcing their way from his throat. Christ, she was making him cum! He writhed his hips furiously. Now! Now!

He felt the needle-thin stream of white hot sperm rush from his balls along the length of his fiercely fucking shaft and squirt in never-ending streams into the girl's greedily accepting hair-fringed cunt.

Gloria thrust her buttocks down onto the beautifully expanded cock within her inflamed passage. Every muscle in her trembling body contracted when her orgasm hit, and she rose up and nearly fell to the side in an almost epileptic attack of contraction. A squeal came from deep inside her chest and the unleashed pressure inside her exploded in torrents of bliss as she convulsively clutched at Don. Together they ground out the final spasm of desire until at last there was no more left.

"Well, I guess I'll be going now," Gloria said at last when several minutes had passed.

Carolyn awoke with the vivid memory of the evening before imprinted upon her brain. She blushed once more as she thought of the passion her old school friend had brought out in her. It was so strange, and so upsetting. Still, Carolyn could not deny that the experience had been something completely out of the ordinary… something completely special that would haunt her for a long while to come. She was thankful that only she and not Shirley had seen the twins tiptoeing from the living room, returning to their own rooms after having watched their fill. Her hatred for their meddling seemed to have grown a hundredfold and it was with difficulty that she even thought about them. How she had ever allowed the perverted little bastards to touch her, let alone force her into a lewd act of submissive intercourse was beyond her, and once more the doubts about her sanity, the confusion of wondering what on earth she ought to do, besieged the twenty-one year old bride.