Chapter 6

"You'll like our friends," Leslie said, lifting up on one elbow. They were all sunbathing on the upstairs terrace, and Bob scanned the full brown globes of the delightful twin's naked breasts as she rose up to address him. Lila lay a few feet beyond, stretched out upon her back, the golden triangle of her tight young pussy ex-posed to the warming rays of the sun. Her eyes were closed, and Bob wondered if she was sleep-ing. Neither one of them had seemed to be in the mood for lovemaking that day, and he was curious to know just what they had on their minds.

The last few days had been like a pasha's dream... he had never been happier, treated to the most glorious days of his life.

Gradually, he had taken to spending more and more time at the mansion, and consequently less and less time at home with Julie. He rationalized that there was little reason for him to stay home anyway, the way Julie had been acting recently. Once he'd even considered mentioning it to the girls, but then he'd thought better of it. They certainly could give Julie some pointers, though, he'd figured, about what being a woman is all about!

Although he'd completed his gardening chores by now, the sumptuous fee the girls had paid him was enough to enable him to loaf for several weeks... so instead of bothering to look for new jobs, he'd decided to give himself the vacation he figured he so richly deserved.

A hot tingle streaked through him as he thought about what the ever-surprising twins had been hinting at for some time. It certainly looked as if today was the day!

"We'd better start getting ready for Ken and Linda!" Leslie said, reaching out and gently shaking her stark naked sleeping twin by the arm.

"Remember, Bob..." Leslie said as they gathered up their cushions and suntan creams. "Three o'clock... in the study!" Lila finished.

"And don't bother to dress!" they echoed in unison as they left him to himself.

At exactly three o'clock, Bob knocked on the study door. Curious and excited, he held his breath in that split second before the door was opened. Contrary to his first expectation, he was somewhat disappointed to see Ken standing there holding the door open.

Ken was a tall guy, about thirty, with salt and pepper hair, and even Bob could see that he exuded a kind of magnetic sexuality and overpowering maleness. Stark naked with a drink in his hand, he cheerfully ushered Bob in. His prick lay semi-erect, dangling down under his belly, and Bob could tell that when it was fully aroused, it would be a long, menacing weapon. Bob was far more interested in the girl, Linda, a rather small, dark-haired girl, her face shining with a schoolgirl freshness. She could not be any older than the twins. In fact, Bob mused, I'll bet she's a year or two younger! Her pert breasts jutted out in greeting... creamy rounded orbs, her dark pubic triangle a striking contrast to the ivory of her skin. She was talking animatedly with Lila, and Leslie engaged in quiet conversation with Ken. The twins were also naked but Bob had learned to distinguish them by Lila's birthmark so he could tell them apart at a glance.

"Why don't you make yourself a drink, Bob... and then perhaps you'd like to watch for a while!" Lila suggested. Hoping that he wouldn't miss anything, Bob slipped into the kitchen and made himself a tall whiskey and soda. Carrying his drink, he went silently back to the study, and was rather surprised to find that things had progressed rapidly in his absence.

Ken and Linda had spread a blanket on the floor and were already locked together in a tight, passionate embrace. Her slender, manicured hands were wound around his neck and Bob could catch a glimpse of Ken's hungrily probing tongue slipping into the petite, dark-haired girl's receptive mouth. He could see that Linda's eyes were beginning to dilate and an unmistakable smoky haze of passion flickered through them as the older man slowly aroused her ripe, young body. Being only about ten feet away, he could see every nuance and expression on their faces. Ken's mouth tore away from the passionate fullness of Linda's lips and began to trail hot, moist kisses down her swanlike neck, sucking voraciously at the tender flesh, leaving a path of raw red patches in its wake. Her hands were caught desperately in his hair and from her gaping, half-open mouth, it was obvious that she was already deep in the throes of tremendous excitement.

Bob sat down on a big chair a short distance from them and watched with total fascination. But then, Bob's attention was diverted from the passionate couple on the floor by a flurry of movement on the Murphy bed. For a minute, being several more feet further away, he couldn't make out the tangle of arms and legs, but after a moment, he saw to his intense shock, that it was the twins, Leslie and Lila. In amazement, he saw that Leslie, her blond hair flowing like molten silk was hovering over the equally golden Lila, who was spread-eagled on the bed. He gasped as he saw her slowly lower her mouth and enclose one of her sister's firm, rounded breasts. From the ecstatic gasp that Lila uttered, it was obvious that she reveled in the strange feeling of her sister sucking ecstatically at her breast. Leslie bit at the brown little berry of her twin's breast, savoring its sweetness and with her hand, kneaded the plump resilience of the other breast. Bob could see the nipple spring to attention, the dark knob leaping up from the crinkled brown areola. He could almost feel it himself as he watched Leslie squeeze the ripe flesh as she kissed first one and then the other buttery globe. Then she raised her head, and Bob could see her tongue darting out as it flicked down the smooth plane of Lila's lithe body, stopping to poke at the tight puckered little navel, licking it lovingly, wringing squeals of joy from its youthful owner. She continued down, her mouth coming to rest on the golden fur which lay invitingly between Lila's spread legs. Leslie teased at it for a moment, running the silky strands between her fingers. Then her fingers dipped out of sight and Bob could see renewed tremors spasm through Lila's body as her sister's deft fingers probed through the soft sensitive folds. Bob could just barely see the pink line of pussy through the golden fringes of her vaginal lips but he could see clearly the desperate upward thrust of her pelvis as she strove to imbed Leslie's fingers in her hot, wanting cavern.

Then she withdrew her finger and he saw the faint smear of lubricant glistening on it and he knew that Lila was already moist with desire. He saw the young aroused girl lift her knees and then she shifted slightly so that the whole naked expanse between her legs was visible to his greedy glance. He could see the already swollen, hair-lined lips crowding protectively around the tiny reddish tip of her clitoris just above the tight elastic cuntal ring. Her entire pussy seemed to pulsate in expectancy and Bob watched the petallike mouth opening and closing, like an oriental kissing fish. Leslie placed a thumb on either side of her sister's moist young furrow and slowly drew the fleshy folds apart, exposing even more of the delicate pink flesh. She gazed at it for a moment in obvious rapture, her eyes bright in anticipation, and slowly ran her tongue over her lips. Her own ivory-chiselled breasts were firm and full, the nipples rock-hard and her trim little buttocks were flared and strained from her kneeling position. Then, with painstaking slowness, she lowered her face and Bob could just see her tongue slipping out and with one long lap, stroke the full length of the moistened pink furrow. A gasp escaped Lila's lips and she twisted around in an obvious attempt to escape the burning contact. But Leslie held her firm and her tongue continued to lick teasingly at the moist cavern. She drove her tongue into all the dark secrets of Lila's pulsing vagina, searching, seeking, gulping down its honeydew sweetness, dancing around the soft, luscious folds, to emerge, dripping wet, for breath. After the initial contact, Lila began to relax and Bob could see her inner thighs close in around her twin's head, trapping it there and hands reaching down, pushing Leslie's imprisoned face even further down onto her burning vagina.

It was incredible! It was as if a wood nymph, entranced by her own exquisite reflection in a stream, had decided to make love to herself and by some magical power, turned her reflection into flesh and blood and then proceeded to carry out her bizarre, narcissistic daydream. And somehow, because the two sisters were so identically beautiful, there seemed to be nothing strange in their incestuous love.

But his languid contemplative reverie was interrupted by the squeals and moans of Ken and Leslie. Ken had parted the damp rosy slit of Linda's tender pussy with his fingers and holding the outer flanges firmly apart, was ravaging her defenseless genitals with intensity. His tongue shot out repeatedly and swiped across the pink split, sucking and slavering as the pointed tip slashed the bud of her hardening clitoris, sending it into a throbbing firmness. He teased the slit incessantly, running his thick organ up and down the full length of the widely spread flesh. He sunk his tongue repeatedly into the clasping hotness of her vagina, burying it again and again in the darkness of her depths. His hands were digging into her buttocks like claws and Bob could see the muscles on her flailing legs standing out rigidly against the flesh as she held him in a viselike grip. He could see Ken lifting up her naked loins, still clutching at her fleshy buttocks, and slicking his tongue down the crevice of her now exposed ass-cheeks, where he rammed the tireless muscle into the tightly clenched nether ring of her anus.

Ken's thick lewd cock dangled before Linda's face and suddenly her small mouth opened wide and she was swallowing Ken's engorged penis in great gulps, her petite ovalled lips like an elastic band around its fleshy circumference. Her cheeks hollowed and expanded with each stroke of his huge rigid cock as tiny ragged edges of soft pink flesh pulled out from her lips as the cock withdrew from her mouth. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be doing her best to consume the thick pole as it sliced in and out of her greedy lips. The giant rod was sawing rhythmically back and forth in time to the in and out plowing of his tongue below. He withdrew the fleshy protuberance almost all the way out, until just the head remained in her mouth and then he rammed it forward, burying its length in her moist mouth. Her hand cradled his big, loose balls, tenderly holding them and gently squeezing them while the other firmly grasped the driving penis around the thick base, lest it escape.

The tempo of their mutual sucking increased, until Bob thought that every muscle and cord in their bodies was straining beyond all endurance and their entire flesh was coated in perspiration. They were both braced like bows, their spines taut and he knew that they would soon lick each other to frenzied orgasm. As if on cue, a loud wail rent the air and then Linda was jerking like a puppet on a string, her hips grinding frantically against Ken's drenched face, the soft beard of her teen-age pubic hair slamming against his nose.

"Mmmmmmmmnnnnggggg..." she moaned in complete ecstatic abandon, her mouth totally filled by the older man's driving penis. Bob could see that Ken's face was bathed in fluid as he strove to keep the flame burning hotly in her crashing climax. As the twitching in her pelvis increased, she began to suck even more voraciously at his distended cock, almost chewing on it in an effort to coax the molten liquid out of it that she knew was lurking there. Her hand milked his balls with rhythmic fervor, yanking so strongly on them that Bob thought she'd surely dislodge them. Then he heard a series of masculine grunts and he saw that Ken's pelvis was spasming convulsively and then he was battering his loins against the small girl's face, which was almost turning blue from its capacious load. His hands appeared from nowhere and knotted into her hair, drawing her face even further down on his pistoning member. With a number of tremendous jerks, Bob knew that Ken was shooting his hot molten load into her throat, and she was gulping furiously, trying to swallow as much of the precious sperm as she could. Finally, with a grunt of satisfaction Ken spurted his last and fell with a satiated moan as Linda still forced her wildly convulsing pussy up into his soaking mouth.

Bob could barely drag his eyes away from the sex-drugged couple, but was distracted by renewed fervor on the bed, where Leslie was still slavishly lapping at Lila's throbbing cunt. Lila's legs were like stocks, pillorying her sister's head and her face was invisible, buried in the steaming cavern of Lila's pussy. Her head was flailing from side to side, her mouth half open, a warm flush spreading over her body. Bob could just see Leslie's tongue as it buried itself in the honeycombed layers of her cunt. Her hands reached up and grasped a firm breast, kneading the pliant flesh almost mechanically in time to her laborious licking. Leslie's own breasts were rock hard, the nipples roseate spears, and her plump little buttocks jiggled as she plunged with zeal into her task.

A catlike wail sounded the toll for Lila's release and she began bouncing around on the bed, her hands now released from her twin sister's hair and clutching at the bedspread, her pussy grinding up violently against Leslie's face.

"Aaaaaahhhhh... yesssssss... yesssssss... yesssssss!!!"

A series of anguished cries rang through the room as she pounded out her orgasm, and Bob watched mesmerized as Leslie lapped at her sister's orgiastic fluids as if they were a life- giving elixir. Finally, when Lila was completely drained, she relinquished her deathlike grip on her willfully entrapped sister who emerged, her face bright red, lubricant-dampened but eminently smiling and obviously delighted.

Bob gulped down the remainder of his drink and stumbled out to get a refill. His own sorely neglected penis was very rigid and it strained painfully against his leg. He felt envious of the tremendous pleasure everyone but he had just experienced and even his initial shock at the two sisters had vanished in the sexual excitement of it all. He had never seen two women together before and he found it strangely exciting. When he returned to the study he saw that Ken and Lila were in the preparatory stages of making love, this time on the bed, with Linda and Leslie watching. Was it possible that Ken could get another hard-on so soon? It obviously was, for his large organ was ripe and ready for another onslaught. It loomed, gross and blood-engorged, the bulbous head proportionately monstrous, till even Bob wondered how Lila could take it in her tight little hole. Ken, by this time, was stabbing at Lila's mouth with his tongue and she was avidly returning thrust for thrust as the two muscles fenced and tarried, whipping up a froth of salival foam.

Bob was now painfully aware of his own erection and he unzipped his fly and eased the large instrument out through the split in his underpants. He sighed in relief as he freed his penis, and sipping his drink, decided to watch a while longer. Ken was running his tongue all over the golden-skinned body beneath him and she was mewling with pleasure under his moist ministrations. Her long slim legs were spread tantalizingly wide and he could see the gleam of her moist pink cunt, still slick from her own juices, shining through the nest of dark pubic curls. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to quiver as he ran his tongue lightly over the sensuous surface. His long thick prick rested between her legs, spread along the length of her furrow. Her previous lovemaking seemed to have honed every nerve, every sense in her body to razor sharpness because she needed nothing as Bob heard her plead: