Donald Palermo: The incest twins

In a quiet exchange of confidences each admitted feeling pleasure over the fact that their parents were dead. They heard a particularly loud rumbling of thunder, and both looked at the window as though expecting a bolt of lightning to strike them for having thought and said such things. The lightning continued to streak through the valley between the mountains.

The storm passed, taking the black clouds with it, then the sky was clear again, the sun bright and warm. Even from the third floor the twins could smell the perfume of the flowers, and they lost the urge to go on studying.

When they came downstairs, they found Cyril and Greta necking on a couch in the living room. It was obvious that their necking was well advanced, since the top of Greta's dress was open and the hem of it had been raised high enough so that they could see a hand rubbing on the seat of her panties.

"Hey, we been wasting our time studying," John said, his excitement overpowering his grammar.

"I wouldn't say that," Cyril said as he tugged Greta's panties well down her thighs. "We're studying anatomy."

"And we're getting ready to study animal husbandry," Greta told them as she turned so that Cyril was able to get a hand into her crotch, and then slip a finger into her cunt.

"What do you mean by that?" Jenny asked.

"It seems your uncle feels it's time John learned how to fuck girl. We're going to go down to the pens in a little while and watch them making out like rams."

"That does sound like fun," Jenny said, "but also, it seems like a waste of a couple of hard pricks."

"Don't worry, dear, pricks can always be made big and hard again. You two get undressed and have John give you two or three comes."

While she talked, Cyril's finger kept working in Greta's cunt, and then it triggered a climax, and she was jerking and panting on the couch as Cyril kept a hand pressed on her cunt. When she finished coming, Cyril got up and began undressing. When he was naked, he stripped Greta, except for her garter belt and nylons, and then all four were naked.

Lying on the carpet, close to the couch, Jenny sighed warmly as her brother held her by the cheeks of her ass and lapped her cunt. Deciding it was a good idea, Cyril lay on his back and Greta quickly mounted his face, and then he was playing with her big ass and sucking her cunt.

After both females had climaxed, John suggested a change of partners, and all agreed. As he lay on his back, looking up into Greta's crotch, John was so excited that he feared he would go off in the air. As her body came down, Greta partially smothered him, but he loved it and clutched at her firm, smooth ass, rubbing it while his mouth and tongue worked on her cunt. It wasn't long before she was coming again, and then her wet crotch was rubbing all over his face.

While John delighted in the exciting cunt facial Greta was giving him, he heard his sister crying out in orgasm, and he wondered how she was getting it, but didn't really care since it was enough to have the hot, wet crotch rubbing his face while he played with plump, smooth ass cheeks and fingered Greta's crack and asshole.

"I think we should be about ready to look after a couple of nice young girl now, don't you, John?"

"I'm ready for anything!" the boy replied with enthusiasm.

"Then let's go," Cyril said, and started for the door.

The others followed him and they piled into the Jeep, naked. As Cyril drove, his right hand playing with Jenny, John sat beside Greta, delighting in the way her big tits bounced. Headed to his pleasure with a hand in her hot crotch, her cunt still wet from the lappings it had taken.

As the Jeep stopped outside the girl pens, they saw the keeper waiting for them, and heard girl baaing inside the building.

"I picked a couple of real nice ones for you," the man said with pride. "Young and tight. I tested them with my finger and I'm sure you'll like them. They're both prime young cunt."

As he spoke, the man kept looking at Jenny's body, and as his prick stiffened, he decided he would give up girl fucking if he could have her. Noticing his keen interest in the girl, Greta smiled as a thought passed through her mind.

They went into the building where they saw two young girls, their legs tied to stakes in the floor. They were on low platforms, and behind each was a well-padded bench, which John guessed was for kneeling on.

Congratulating the man on his choice, Cyril went to one of the girl and crouched to look at her cunt. Seeing that, John did the same. When Cyril began to play with the animal's twat, John followed suit, and both the animals cried a little more loudly as though they knew they were about to be fucked.

"Isn't that a beautiful sound?" Cyril asked as he slipped a finger up the animal's twat and diddled her.

Expressing agreement, John began fingering his animal's cunt, delighting in her cries of protest. Inside, her cunt felt warm and beautifully tight, tighter even than his sister's snatch, John thought as he went on fingering the crying animal.

When Cyril told him to, John knelt behind the fuzzy animal and guided his hard cock below the bobbed tail as he panted with arousal. When his cock touched her pussy, she cried more loudly and her legs strained against the ropes, which held her immobile.

"She's crying like a baby, John," Cyril panted and knelt behind his animal. "Stick it up her cunt and let her cry. Don't start fucking, just get it up her twat."

John trembled more violently as he pushed his cock into her slit. It was tight and resisted, but as he pressed, his pecker forced its way into her and then he pushed it all the way home while her loud cries filled the barn. When his cock was buried to the hilt, he pressed against her soft woolen hips and sighed with content.

And then Cyril went to work on his animal, his big prick stretching her cunt and making her bawl loudly as he slowly buried more than six inches of stiff prick in her little cunt.

At a signal from Cyril, he and John began fucking their crying partners while Greta and Jenny watched, their bodies hot with arousal. Both fucked slowly, wanting it to last as long as possible, then John panted that he was going to shoot his wad, and Cyril, still humping his partner, told him to let it go. The boy gave a few more strokes, then he pressed against the crying girl, and the others watched his bare ass jerking as he shot a strong charge up the tight cunt. When he finished, he continued to press tightly against the wooly beast, his spent prick resting in the warmth of her cunt.

Cyril went on fucking his animal for another couple of minutes, his big balls swaying, then he was jerking as John had done as he pumped jism into the girl and she cried more loudly. After a minute or so, Cyril pulled his prick out, looked at it as it remained semi-stiff, then wiped the head of it in the wool of the girl's flank, then John took his spent cock out and did the same.

"That's one advantage of fucking girl," Cyril said with a little laugh. "They come equipped with their own towels."

"You seem quite interested in Jenny," Greta said to the girl man. "I didn't think you were interested in women."

"I'm not, usually, but I never saw a pretty girl like this before. She could make me forget about girl."

"Is your prick hard?" Greta asked.

"It got hard when I first saw her, and it's still that way."

"Take it out and show it to us. Who knows, maybe Jenny would like to play girl with you."

Eagerly, the man opened his fly and produced a cock that was a little bigger than Cyril's, waving it proudly at the two females.

"Oh yes, Greta!" Jenny said, eagerly. "I want to take that big cock in my little cunt!"

"Jesus Christ," the man panted, "are you really serious?"

Hurriedly, Jenny got onto the platform beside one of the girl, kneeling with her knees wide apart so that the man could see her pretty little cunt, then he pushed his pants and shorts down and hurried into position behind her.