Donald Palermo - The incest twins

"By all means. You know I'm not a greedy man. You may eat Greta's while I have a real meal in Jenny's cunt. When I say I'm going to eat, I mean that literally."

Following Cyril's suggestion, the women lay across the bed and opened their legs wide, then Cyril knelt on the floor and looked at the wet crotch of Jenny's nylon panties while John hurried into position in front of his partner.

Gently, Cyril stroked Jenny's panties, enjoying the wetness and warmth while John reacted much the same way to the feel of Greta's panties, the softness of her cunt and the relative hardness of the sausage which he could feel, soaking in the hot juices of her cunt.

"I think it's time to sample the flavor now and see if it's right," Cyril said, then moved his face into Jenny's crotch. She groaned as he sucked on the crotch of her panties.

Trembling so that he almost lost his balance, John hurried his face to Greta's wide-open crotch and sucked. He had sucked her panties before, but it had never been so thrilling, not even the first time when he was a boy of eighteen, he thought as he sucked, the flavor delicate but very exciting.

"All right, Johnny my boy," Cyril said, rubbing his hands with satisfaction, "our delicacies have reached the perfect stage. Let's uncover these gourmet dishes and begin eating before they get cold."

While the men peeled their panties off, both Greta and Jenny assured them there was no danger of their getting cold, then the garments were out of the way and their cunts were exposed, each showing the tip of a sausage between the tender, moist lips.

As he feasted his eyes on Greta's crotch, John was struck by the thought of how beautiful a crotch could be, not just the cunt, but the inner thighs, the hair above, the cuntal slit and the visible portion of ass cheeks and crack below.

Before they began eating, Cyril explained to John that he would have to be careful not to break the sausage off inside the cunt, but that he should suck a little at a time into his mouth and bite if off there.

When Cyril lowered his face into Jenny's crotch, John watched carefully and saw him get the sausage between his lips and pulled a little of it out of her cunt, then chew off a small bite. Confident that he could do it easily, he bent, brought his mouth to Greta's cunt, and gave it a slow lick, starting from the bottom and licking his way up as she rubbed his face with her thighs and made him tremble.

Ready to eat then, he nipped the sausage between his lips as his uncle had done and it pulled out easily. He bit off a little piece, then knelt up to chew it so that the women could see his obvious enjoyment of the lunch.

With much rubbing of smooth tummies, thighs and hips, the two men went on withdrawing the sausages a little at a time and eating them until, quite a while later, they had finished the beautifully marinated snacks.

"I like this restaurant," John said, and licked his lips.

"It's the best there is," Cyril replied. "I think I'll stay for dessert. This little pink cream puff looks tender and very juicy…"

Since it seemed like the only thing to do under the circumstances, John returned his face to Greta's warm crotch, and she rewarded him with a low, quavering moan as he began licking and sucking her cunt. He found that there was still a flavor of sausage there, and that it only added to the pleasure he found in lapping her hot, tasty, juicy cunt.

For a little while, the only sounds in the room were wet slurping and the sighs and low groans of the women as they enjoyed their cunt lappings, but then Jenny added an exciting new sound as she cried out in orgasm, her naked, shining body writhing and jerking, then it was Greta who was grunting and groaning loudly as climax swept over her.

"Why don't we have some sausage, too, Greta?" Jenny asked as she sat up and reached for Cyril's stiff prick.

"What a lovely idea, dear," Greta agreed, and got off the bed.

When the women knelt side by side on the carpet, the men went to them and stood with hands on their hips while their pricks were captured by gentle hands and guided to warm, thrilling mouths which sucked beautifully, the two heads bobbing as the women worked their mouths up and down the hard cock shafts until one after the other, Cyril and John shot their loads into the greedily sucking mouths, giving both women generous drinks of warm man cream which they swallowed with delight.

Jenny felt sad as she got into the new car her uncle had bought her and prepared to drive to the city where Eva so eagerly awaited her. They had said their goodbyes earlier, in the bedroom, all of them naked, and despite her sadness, Jenny's body was glowing. It had reason to glow since the others had concentrated all their attention on her, and had fucked and sucked her until she had been forced to groan that she couldn't stand one more orgasm, one more touch.

During the drive along the uncrowded highway, she had time to think, to recall her life from the point she regarded as the beginning, the day she and her brother had gone to live at the farm with their uncle.

She thought of what she had become and wondered how it would have turned out had, her parents remained alive. She had wondered the same thing before, and the thought, as always, caused her to shudder.

There were those she told herself, who would condemn her for what she had become, and would condemn her uncle even more strongly, but they were wrong, she told herself, and she was right.

Despite the fact that her life had been devoted to sexuality, she harmed no one, Jenny thought. In the more than seven years with her uncle and Greta, she had never performed even one act which could have caused pain or sorrow to another person, and she wondered how many could make that claim.

Too, thanks to the training she had received from the strange but exciting couple, she sensed that she would go on living in the same manner. She had been taught all about kindness, warmth, happiness, consideration, all the good and positive values, and in so doing, she had learned to avoid the negative traits which hurt others.

It had been good for her brother as well, she thought. Like her, he was gentle and considerate. He ran the farm without help from Cyril, who was content to just putter around while John took over one responsibility after another, and seemed never to make a mistake in judgment and to enjoy each day more than he had enjoyed the day before.

They would need another partner to replace her, but Greta already had one lined up, a young beauty of twenty-one who had the instincts of a swinger and would be delighted to give up her tiring job in a department store to go live on the farm and enjoy the good life there.

And then, as the car smoothly ate up the miles, it was time to think of her future, rather than her past. On the outskirts of the city, she had to discipline herself to fight the urge to drive faster and faster in her eagerness to be with the woman with whom she would soon be making lesbian love, the woman whose two innocent sons she was going to seduce as quickly as possible.

Her conscience spoke up just once, asking her if she had the right to relieve the boys of their innocence, but she told it to fuck off and it did so, obligingly.

Eva had been watching for her arrival and ran out to meet her. They rushed into an embrace, but because of the neighbors, they refrained from kissing until they were inside the house, then their kiss was a thing of hot passion as they fondled ass cheeks and whispered of all the things they were going to do.

Eva had made sure that her sons were off the scene and would be for some time, so that they were able to go to her bedroom where the big bed would give them lots of room to suck each other's hot cunts.

Embracing, they kissed again, each fondling the other as passion flared hotly, then they took their dresses off.