It had been Jenny's idea that they not wait for the beginning of the regular school season to begin their correspondence courses. John thought she was out of her mind, but he had to go along with it. Cyril made the arrangements, and returned from the city one day with a carton filled with books and school supplies for them.
When the weather was good, they liked to do their studying outside, near the creek. On stormy days, they went to a quiet room on the third floor. From there, they could watch lightning twisting through the valleys, and listen to the rain pounding on the roof.
But despite the distractions, they proved to be good students. They liked the idea of not having to go back to the school routine, and knew that the way to preserve that status was to get excellent marks, and they determined to do that all the way. When they needed help, there was always Greta to help them, and from time to time, Cyril offered assistance.
That too was something new and exciting for them. They had sensed that they had been in their parents' way, and it was for that reason that they had been scheduled to go away to boarding schools.
Even without the thrilling sex life, Greta and Uncle Cyril were so much better. They made it obvious that they liked the twins, wanted them around to talk with and to have fun with. Because of that, Jenny and John were careful to show their appreciation, not just with words, but also by obeying all the rules of the house, by eagerly helping with the chores, and by doing anything and everything either Greta or Cyril asked.
For a while, they kept their secrets from each other, then one rainy afternoon when they were along in the attic, they began telling their secret feelings. They had not been happy, living with their parents, and then death had come to take those parents away. There had been shock and a feeling of being lost, but since moving into their uncle's house, life had become a series of beautifully happy days, and the future stretched out endlessly ahead of them, totally beautiful and exciting.
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.
He stroked her cunt, found it wet and slippery, and then he ran his hands over her smooth young ass for a second or two. Then his right hand was guiding his prick to her warm little slit. He groaned, and so did she as his tool pushed slowly into her, stretching her cunt until it almost hurt.
Jenny kept sighing as he fed cock to her an inch at a time until he had it all inside her, and he pulled her ass tightly against him and she felt his prick throbbing deep inside her.
Holding her by the hips, he began fucking her, taking his time about it and giving it to her in long strokes. A wildly excited Greta moved closer to the couple and caught his flying balls, holding them in a gentle caress as he went on fucking the eager young girl. She still held his bans when he pressed tightly against Jenny's bare ass and shot his load into her, making her think her belly was totally flooded. After resting for a couple of minutes with his cock in her, he took it out and sighed.
As they drove back to the house, Jenny made the seat of the Jeep very wet the man cream, which kept trickling from her well-fucked cunt.
Life went merrily on at the farm, and in addition to studying his schoolwork and looking after his sex life, John showed a natural interest in the farming operation. Cyril was pleased to answer all his questions about many aspects of farming and farm management, and John showed a surprising maturity as he went over the books with his uncle, understanding everything.
John learned to drive the Jeep, and spent many hours with the hired hands, learning about the care and feeding of the animals. Before long, he could shear girl like a veteran, and the workmen were surprised and delighted with their young friend.
He loved riding, and decided he would like to own a farm like his uncle's, but more than that, he decided he would like to become a jockey, and ride in big races like the Kentucky Derby. That dream died though as Cyril told him he would be much too big for that, and that while he could ride for pleasure, he could never hope to become a jockey.
"Maybe if I didn't eat so much," John suggested. "I could live on just bread and water."
"No, John, I want you to forget all about that. You'll grow up to be a big, healthy man, and a very happy one. Your genes determine what your size is going to be, and I'd say you'll be close to six feet and two hundred pounds by the time you're in your late teens."
It hurt to have his dream taken from him, but being a practical and a reasonable boy, John accepted that. As he thought more about it, he told himself he didn't want to be a jockey after all, since anyone that small would probably have trouble getting women.
There was still the farm, he told himself, and since Cyril had no children of his own, perhaps one day the farm would be his. He thought of how he could buy more property and extend the farm all the way to the mountains, how he would breed the best horses possible and perhaps become famous that way.
But that thought lost a lot of its charm when he considered that his uncle was naturally going to grow older, and so was Greta, and that one day they would be gone. It was an unpleasant thought, especially since he had already experienced the shock of death. The deaths of his parents had turned out to be a wonderful thing for him and his sister, but it wouldn't be the same in the case of his uncle and Greta. For a long time, he was preoccupied by the thought of death, but in time, that passed and he resumed his happy life with the others.
About the only time John was less than ideally happy was when Jenny or Greta were having their periods, and one month, fate dealt him a cruel blow when they both had their periods at the same time. The thought of having to exist for four or five days without any real sex was a cruel blow, and he resented it, as though they had conspired to do it to him.
"Cheer up, John," Cyril told him, "and try to be a little more philosophical about it. It's only four or five days and we can use the rest. Besides, if you get too horny, I'm sure either of them will be pleased to suck you off."
It was some consolation, but John was still less than happy on the second day of their periods, and he mooned around the house instead of going to the stables, his attitude being that if he couldn't get a piece of ass or a pussy to eat, he wouldn't do anything else.
It was one of the days when the cleaning woman came. She was a big woman of forty or so, one who looked like the picture on labels of Italian foods. A number of times, John had wondered how she would look naked, but he had never before taken her seriously. This time it was different though as he watched her washing the stake. She was a few steps above the bottom when he saw her; saw big, smooth-looking thighs, which promised even more bigness higher up.
Wearing crepe-soled shoes, he moved quietly closer, and then he bent and looked up under the wide skirt she was wearing. His cock came to life fast as he stared at her massive thighs, and saw the crotch of her clean, white nylon panties.
He wanted to reach up and feel her, but decided against it, fearful that it would make her angry. He decided instead to continue enjoying the free show. John was still doing it when Greta, passing through the dining room, spotted him. For a moment, she blinked in surprise, and then a smile came over her face. Slipping her shoes off, she approached quietly until she stood behind the boy.
"I see you have a fan, Rosa," Greta said, and the big woman turned, just in time to see John scrambling to his feet, looking flushed and very guilty.
"What was he doing?" Rosa asked, puzzled.
"The little devil was looking up your skirt. I think he likes the look of your big thighs and ass. He's a very horny little devil."
"I think maybe I should take his pants down and smack his ass."
"If you were to take his pants down, Rosa, I think you'd find a very hard little cock. Come with me for a minute, Rosa, I want to have a little chat with you. You, John, wait here."
Rosa went with Greta as they held a whispered conversation in the course of which, Greta offered the woman a very generous bonus if she would go to a bedroom with the boy, strip naked and fuck him. At first, Rosa was horrified that Greta wanted her to fuck a eighteen-year-old boy, then she began to feel differently about it. She was a widow and depended on masturbation for kicks. It had been almost two years since she'd had a real cock in her cunt, and she was hungry for one.
"By the way, Rosa," Greta told her, smiling, "the horny little devil loves to suck tits and cunts. Have you had your pussy lapped lately?"
That did it. In all her life, Rosa had never had her cunt licked, and she wondered what it would be like. She had once asked her husband to do it to her, but he had been horrified, and told her never again to even think of such a dirty thing. The promise of having that dream come true turned her on, and she felt a delicious churning sensation in her cunt. The deal was quickly made and they returned to where John was waiting nervously, not quite sure what the women had been talking about, hardly daring to hope that perhaps Greta was arranging for him to see a little more.
They were both smiling when they met him, then Rosa turned her back, bent a little from the waist, then drew the hem of her skirt slowly up over her fat thighs. John let out a little grunt of passion as she showed him her big, white ass cheeks only partially contained within sheer nylon panties through which he could clearly see her crack.
"Isn't that some kind of an ass?" Greta said as she saw perspiration standing out on his forehead.
"It sure is! Boy, I'd give anything to take those panties off and play with it!"
"I'm gad to hear that, dear. You see, Rosa hasn't been fucked in a long time, and has never had her cunt lapped. I think she'd appreciate it if you'd take her to the guest bedroom and look after her. There's a lot of woman there, and I hope you'll do a really good job."
Rosa continued to hold her skirt up as she mounted the stairs, the boy following behind, his prick throbbing as he gazed at the big thighs and ass which were soon to be his.
While John led the woman to the guest bedroom, Greta found Jenny, and they went into the adjoining room to enjoy the show. They agreed it was a shame that Cyril was away for the day, but that wouldn't diminish their enjoyment of what they would watch.
In the bedroom, the big woman smiled and took John in her arms, pressing his face between her big tits and squeezing him hard as she whispered to him.
"So you want to suck Rosa's big tits, do you?"
"Oh yes!" he assured her. "I want to do it all, everything there is!"
"Do you also want to put your face in my crotch and suck my cunt?"
"I sure do. I'll more than just suck your cunt; I'll get my tongue inside it and lick until you come. I'll give you all the comes you want. I'm real good at cunt lapping and fucking and everything," he said, words pouring from him in his advanced state of arousal.
When she released him, she told him to strip naked, and as he began, his eyes shone while he watched her as she unbuttoned her blouse. When she finished, she drew it wide open to show him how her massive tits filled the big, white cups, and he saw the deep valley between them.
Her eyes flashing with passion, she unhooked the waistband of her skirt, then slowly unzipped it as he stared, then she pushed it down over her big tummy, allowed it to fall to her ankles, then stepped out of it. In bra and panties, she was massive, not as beautiful as Greta, John thought, not nearly, but in her own way she was terribly exciting. Her skin had a silken-smooth look to it, and he wanted to touch it and knew he wouldn't have long to wait.
"Do you want to feel me up now, John?" she asked, and he moved to her at once, both his hands going to the cups of her bra and fondling, then he felt his way down her body until both his hands were on her massive ass, and both he and the woman were panting as he went on playing while she reached for his hard little prick and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Did you ever see a woman in just her bra and panties before?" Rosa asked as he pushed both hands inside her panties and rubbed her smooth skin.
"Oh no," he lied easily, while in the next room, Greta and Jenny looked at each other and grinned.
"Take my bra off now, and you can play with my big tits," Rosa told him, and turned her back.
John looked at the width and smoothness of her back, and rubbed it slowly with both hands. He slipped the hooks of her bra and the garment sprung open. Taking the bra off her arms, she turned, smiling, and liked what she saw in his eyes. Her tits were too big to be believed, John thought, and his hands went to them. They were not as firm as Greta's, he thought, and they had a bit of sag to them, but they were still beautiful and very exciting as he squeezed and rubbed them while she panted and sighed hotly.
While he played wit her tits, Rosa realized that he was two years younger than her son, and she envisioned her son doing what John was doing. At first, she felt a little shocked at the thought, but shock passed very quickly and she felt a surge of fresh arousal. If she chose to, she told herself, she could train her Bobby, could excite him with her body as she undressed, then teach him to do exciting things, things like sucking her cunt and fucking her. They could sleep together and do so many exciting things in bed.
"Are you really going to suck my cunt?" she asked as she took one of his hands out of the seat of her panties and guided it to her pussy.
"Oh yes," he replied, rubbing the warm nylon and feeling the softness of her cunt. "Your thighs are so big and smooth. I want to have my face right between them where you're all hot and silky, and I'll suck and lick your hot cunt and make it all juicy. I'll make you have great big comes. Will you let me take off your panties now? I want to see your big ass and play with it and kiss it, then I'll go down on you and lap your cunt all you want."
Trembling and panting, she gave her permission, and he hurried to crouch behind her, looking up at what he thought must be the biggest ass cheeks in the world. He paused to rub her panties again, then he began peeling them down, doing it very slowly arid staring at the big white cheeks and the deep crack between them. As John took them down, he told her over and over again how he loved her ass, and how beautiful it was.
And then her panties were stretched across her big thighs, and he left them there as both hands went to the massive cheeks of her ass and he rubbed them for a while, then his hands drew them apart and he looked into her crack, saw the little pink asshole which looked so small. He put the tip of a finger on her asshole and she shuddered, then the finger pushed slowly up her hole and found it tight and very warm, though not as warm as her cunt, he guessed.
"Nobody ever stuck a finger up my ass before," she told him. "You're a very exciting boy. Oh yes, finger my asshole some more! I love the way you do it!"
Delighted at such lavish praise, John decided to try for more, so he took his finger out of her asshole, then she followed his instructions and bent from the waist so that her ass arched excitingly, and her little pink asshole was right where John could get his mouth on it, which he did, drawing a gasp of surprise and a groan of joy from her as he kissed and licked it. Then he curled his tongue into a roll and slowly worked it up her asshole to ream her. As it went into her, she cried out with delight and began to wriggle her ass so that John had to hold her by the hips to keep her quiet. He reamed her ass for about five minutes before he took his tongue out and told her he was ready to suck her cunt.
Despite the difference in their ages, he was then the man of experience as he showed her how to lie across the bed with her ass cheeks a little over the edge, and then he had her raise her legs back over her body so that her crotch was perfectly presented. Kneeling close to the bed, he licked his lips as he gazed at her cunt, and told her that it was beautiful and that he was eager to suck and lick it.
His hand gentle, he played with her hot pussy, parting the soft lips and probing the juicy interior while she laid panting and groaning. Filled with a sense of power, John went on teasing her, thrilling to the way she begged him to start sucking her cunt.
He had been teasing her for a long time before he licked his lips again, then she shrieked as his mouth came down on her cunt in a light kiss, a kiss that became more and more ardent, then he was sucking, slurping wetly as she kept crying out with passion, more highly aroused than she had ever been.
"Oh Greta," Jenny sighed, "She's so big and so exciting-looking. I want to eat her cunt too. I'm dying to feel those big thighs and ass while I eat that juicy twat."
"It's going to be very juicy indeed when he's finished with her, because her cunt will be full of his cream."
"I don't care. I suck cream out of his prick and Uncle Cyril's. It should taste even better to me after it's been in her cunt."
"Suit yourself, darling. I don't think she'd mind having her twat lapped again. See how happy she looks right now."
Happy was hardly the word to describe Rosa's state. Ecstatic would have been much well. Her loud cries continued to ring through the room when John stopped sucking and began licking her clit. She had a long, hard cunt, like a little prick, John thought as he got it between his lips and made her groan when he sucked on it, then he resumed licking it, his tongue curling wound it until she climaxed and went wild, her shrieks so loud that he wondered if they could be heard outside the house.
John tried to keep his mouth on her cunt after she went into orgasm, but she was too sensitized to take it, so she threw herself over on the bed while he stared as her belly rubbed on the sheet, her big ass jerking madly as though she were fucking.
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!"