Donald Palermo - The incest twins

For a while, he contented himself by fondling her white, smooth ass and fingering her crack, which was wet with juice which had trickled from her cunt during the lapping, then she sighed and turned over, her crotch opening wide for him to fuck her.

John had other ideas though, and she gave a yelp of glee when she saw his face coming back to her hot cunt, and then he was working her over again as she lay groaning. He alternately sucked and licked her cunt until she climaxed for a second time, then, as spasm followed spasm, he pulled his face out of her crotch mounted her belly, and shoved his prick into her twat.

Aroused as he was, he forgot about slow fucking, ramming stiff cock to her at a fast rate while Rosa lay panting and sweating, her strong arms holding him tightly as though to keep him from running away. She didn't need to, however, as he delighted in fucking the big woman, and then his little body was twitching and jerking in her crotch as he fired his charge of jism up her greedily sucking cunt until his balls were drained.

He was still lying on her when his sister ran into the room. Rosa gave a gasp of astonishment, but it didn't bother Jenny as she urged her brother off, and then buried her face in the wet crotch. The protest Rosa began to make turned into a groan when she felt the eager young mouth on her cunt. Rosa would never have dreamed of allowing another female to touch her in that way, but as the girl sucked, she told herself that it was heaven all over again, and that any female who offered to eat her twat like that would be more than welcome.

Her experience with the wild twins had wrought a total change in the woman, a change from which her eighteen-year-old son was going to benefit sexually, she told herself, and then she stopped thinking as the girl's tongue triggered another magnificent orgasm.

While Jenny was still sucking, Greta came into the room and congratulated John on an excellent performance. When Jenny finished and wiped a hand across her mouth, she too received congratulations, both from Greta and Rosa, who assured them all that nothing in her lifetime had ever been so thrilling and so beautiful as the way the twins had lapped her cunt.

"From now on," she told them, "when I come here, I won't wear panties so I'll always be ready!"

Cyril had met many swinging couples over the years and maintained contact with a few. Of them all though, none could compare to Fred and Brenda, in his opinion. They were in their early thirties, had both been swinging since their teens, and there was nothing in the world they wouldn't do in the name of pleasure.

Although they lived just a little more than fifty miles away, they hadn't seen each other in a long time, and Cyril decided a visit was overdue. He phoned them one evening and they chatted for a long time. When he invited them to come for a weekend, he told them he had a surprise for them – a couple of surprises in fact. In return, Fred told him that they too had a couple of surprises, so that it promised to be a most exciting weekend for all concerned.

"You're sure they can be trusted?" Greta asked after he hung up the phone. "I mean, I'd hate to think of what the law would do to us if word ever got around about our sex life here."

"Don't give it another thought, darling," Cyril assured her. "The real swingers never talk, at least they never give names. They're going to flip when they see the twins in action, and I'd give anything to know what surprises they have in mind. With all the experience they have, it must be really something for him to be so excited."

"One thing I have to tell you though, dear," Greta told him. "I won't let him use his whip on me, and that has to be clear from the outset."

"Don't worry, darling. I feel the same way you do about that. Whips and blood and all that jazz turn me off completely."

"It must be hell being married to a guy who digs whips," she observed.

"It isn't, really. Brenda tells me he never tries to use it on her. It seems he only likes to work that way on big asses, beautiful big ones like that honey of yours, but have no fear. In fact, since he knows how we feel about it, I doubt that he'll even bring a whip with him."

John came into the house covered with grease and explained that he had been helping repair a tractor. He was positively beaming since the mechanic had taken the trouble to explain a lot about engines to him, adding to his store of knowledge. Before he went to clean up, he assured Cyril that he too would one day be a gentleman farmer and a breeder of homes.

"Why not?" Cyril replied. "I won't want this place forever, so it may as well be yours when I'm finished with it."

It was the first time Cyril had ever mentioned that he intended turning it aver to John one day, and the boy was elated as he hurried to the bathroom, excitement filling him, excitement that could easily be transformed into sexual arousal, he realized.

When John returned to the living room, he saw that Jenny had joined the group, and he went to get himself a Coke, and then joined them. The twins were delighted when they heard that there were visitors coming for the weekend, and that their visitors were their kind of people.

Cyril told them stories of various parties he had enjoyed with Fred and Brenda and with others, and their eyes shone with excitement as they listened carefully, asking a few questions and getting titillating answers.

The stories led to exciting displays of thighs, then touches, and then they forgot about stories totally as they launched an orgy that went on for more than two hours and left them all delightfully tired and beautifully content.

The days passed and then it was Friday afternoon, and shortly after two o'clock, they saw the station wagon pulling into the driveway. When he saw that there were two boys in the wagon, Cyril went to close the gate, then hurried to greet his friends. He shook hands with Fred, then took Brenda into a sexy embrace and fondled her ass as he kissed her while Fred did the same to Greta.

The children liked the look of the couple. Fred appeared to be in his early thirties and was a good-looking man. He had a lithe grace about him as though he could be an athlete. Brenda looked younger and had a lovely face, but more interesting to John was the way she filled the tight, short dress she wore, and he hungered to peel her panties down and get his hands on what looked like a magnificent ass. It wasn't as big as Greta's, he noted, but he sensed that it would be every bit as exciting.

When the greetings were finished, the twins hoped they would be brought into the action, but instead, there were only polite handshakes as they were introduced, and they realized that Cyril and Greta were saving them as a surprise.

The boys were allowed out of the wagon to run, and they proved to be the biggest boxers Cyril had ever seen, but he wondered, not being a boy lover, why they had bothered bringing them along for a weekend rather than putting them into a kennel. Still, it didn't bother him that much.

Drinks were poured and they settled down to chat, all of them wondering what the surprises were. Brenda was first to break down, and ask Greta what they had in mind that was so special, but Greta teasingly replied with the same question.

"All right, since I'm the host," Cyril said, "I suppose I should be first. Jenny and John, show our friends what our surprise for them is."

Excitement shining in their eyes, they hurried to where the couple sat on a couch. Trembling a little, Jenny raised the hem of her dress in front of Fred. She wore no panties. The man let out a gasp as he looked at the fuzzy little cunt, and then he reached for her, put a hand on her ass and held her as he stroked her pussy.

At the same time, John opened his fly, took his cock out, and showed Brenda how hard it was. As he did, he reached for the front of her dress and fondled her tits, then pushed a hand into the garment for a better feel.