Julie stood in the kitchen of her mother's summer house, desperately trying to make the sauce she was cooking taste the way it was supposed to. But her hands seemed to be all thumbs and she didn't seem to be able to recall what ingredients, she had already added.
"Why don't you let me help you with that?" Julie's mother offered.
"Mother, please! Just leave me alone!" she cried.
Julie was sorry as soon as she'd spoken. She was unable to count the many times she had snapped at her mother that day at the least provocation. Nothing that's happened to me is her fault! she thought regretfully as she retired to the front porch to recline in a rocking chair. But whose fault is it? Certainly not mine!
For the tenth time at least that day she rehashed the events of the past few years, concentrating most heavily on the most recent few weeks before she had felt compelled to make a hasty visit to her mother's Cape Cod house. What hurt most, and what she seemed to recall with the most agonizing detail, was the way Bob had acted when she'd told him she was leaving for a month or two.
"Fine!" he'd said, "I think that's a great idea!"
He'd almost offered to help her pack. "It'll be good for you… you're right…" he'd continued almost gleefully, and then had gone on to stress the benefits of her departure until she had fled the room in tears.
She'd been seeing the youth, Eduardo, almost constantly and finally the guilt she felt at her odd coupling with the young Portuguese boy had gotten the better of her. She could hardly look herself in the mirror anymore… and yet every morning, she found herself anxiously, even impatiently awaiting his arrival. That coupled with the absolute impasse between her and Bob had made her decide to leave. It was the only thing to do!
But now that she'd been on the Cape for almost two weeks… and those spent without so much as a word from Bob… Julie thought she'd really finally go completely out of her mind. The nights were pure torture, and the days were filled with her mother's well-meaning questions and suggestions. Of the two, the nights were worse… she slept very poorly, and then her sleep was filled with lewd, erotic dreams… more and more they were dreams of Eduardo, the little lawnmower… (Bob had never even noticed, or at least hadn't mentioned it when the lawn was finally done. Another frustration!) And now, she had even taken to daydreaming about her young lover, her loins tingling, breasts sensitively rubbing up against the fabric of her bra… she wanted his touch again! It was a shameful admission, but it was true! Even as she rocked right there on her mother's front porch, she felt an undeniable lust spreading through the entire lower portion of her body. Her full thighs pressed close together, and the tender hair-lined cleft between them snuggled moistly up against them, wanting a more definite caress.
Suddenly Julie leapt up from the chair, her decision made. She went inside to the living room and began leafing through the yellow pages of the Providence phone book. Finally her trembling finger located the establishment she was looking for. Ideal Garden Help. Quickly she began to dial the area code and then the Providence number.
"Hello," she said in her haughtiest voice. "This is Mrs. Robert Redding." The voice at the other end responded with due reference. "I have some rose hedges that need clipping. Can you arrange to have that young man – what's his name, Eduardo? – come by tomorrow morning… yes, it must be tomorrow…"
With a sigh of relief she heard the voice reply, "Why certainly, Mrs. Redding… what time would be good for you?"
She rapidly calculated that she could leave late that night while her mother was asleep if she rented a car… "Between nine and ten would be fine…" she answered… that way she would get a few hours sleep and be well rested by the time he arrived… and Bob would most certainly have left the house by then.
Joy spread across her drawn features as she hung up the phone. She had no idea how she would solve all her problems, but at least one was going to be solved… and within just a few hours.
"Well, why didn't you tell us earlier that your wife had gone away?" Leslie asked, pouting prettily.
"Yes… we'd love to see your house… Wouldn't you like to see where Bob lives, Les?" Lila chimed in.
"Nothing would thrill me more, darling… Can we go this evening… maybe we can even cook dinner there!"
Bob realized that there was no way of getting out of inviting the twins to his house. They were looking forward to it like the big children they were, and even though he was a little nervous about it, he didn't want to disappoint them, so he agreed. Julie had been away two weeks, and she was planning to stay a couple of months… no reason why she should come barging in tonight, he figured. Besides, it would be fun seeing the gorgeous blonde twins in his own house… liven up the place!
A few hours later, the girls were running all over the house, exclaiming over it and praising its charming decor. They had often wondered what kind of home Bob had and now they appraised it with interest. They looked at several pictures of Julie which were in the bedroom, and exclaimed at her beauty expressing an interest in meeting her.
"I'm afraid she's not your type, girls," Bob laughed, thinking of Julie's prudish manner and how she'd die of shock if she even suspected what he'd been up to with the twins.
"You can never tell, Bob!" Leslie said, "Don't be too sure she doesn't have a lover behind your back!"
Bob laughed out loud, the thought of Julie taking a lover seemed so farfetched. She barely tolerated sex in the legal confines of marriage! Yet, a sudden pang of jealousy stabbed through him at the thought, and he realized that in spite of everything, he did miss Julie.
When the girls had finished exploring the house, Bob took them down to the basement den, where he started making them each a big drink and then, finding there was no ice left in the tiny basement refrigerator, he sprinted upstairs to get some from the kitchen. Coming back down into the basement a few minutes later he laughed when he saw that the girls were stark naked and sitting primly on the sofa.
Delighted, he exclaimed, "Hey, you girls don't waste any time, do you?"
The teen-age twins ran up to him, laughing and each taking an arm, dragged him over to the thick pile rug on the floor. Playfully, they began to tickle him until he rolled around on the rug, doubled up with mirth. Taking advantage of his defenseless position, they began to strip off his clothes, Bob pretending all the while to be angry.
When finally he was naked, he propped himself up on his elbow, and looked appreciatively at the lush, naked bodies of the two young girls. Their tans had become deeper from their long summer days out of doors and the only obvious effect of their summer of intense sexual activity was a subtle ripening of their womanly curves, giving them a more mature, worldly appearance.
"Well girls, who's first?"
"I am!" Leslie shouted. "I want to fuck you this time!"
Bob, always a willing partner, stretched out luxuriantly on the rug. He was just getting used to the completely emancipated behavior of the twins and their frank demands no longer surprised him. In fact, although he'd hardly dared admit it to himself, he was beginning to think he no longer wanted to see as much of the girls. Now that he had almost run the gamut of sexual experience with them, he thought he would be quite happy to spend more time at home… maybe pay more attention to his wife. He didn't want to completely wreck his marriage. Julie had grown more and more distant, he realized and he hadn't done a thing about it! In fact, he'd been acting pretty badly!
His thoughts were interrupted by Leslie, who was beginning to mount him, straddling his belly. His overworked cock started into semi-erection and Leslie lovingly cupped it in her hands, rolling it around between her palms, coaxing strength into it. He could feel her tight little buttocks pressing into his thighs and her golden breasts bounced as she continued to massage his swelling prick.
Lila had settled back against the wall, happy for once to be an audience.
He sucked in his breath as he felt Leslie's smooth lips around his prick and then her tongue flicked out and began to lick it carefully with her salival juices. Her hand gently cradled his balls and tenderly squeezed them, holding the fragile flesh carefully. Her tongue continued its warming coating and Bob's cock began to respond. She dabbed at the little slit in the top with her tongue, burrowing deep into it and she pressured the hypersensitive area under the head with her forefinger, burgeoning the tip into bulbous fleshiness.
His prick now stood up from the tufts of his pubic hair like the thick stump of a tree. The teen-age blonde raised herself over the towering instrument, one leg on either side of the gardener's prostrate body, and lowering her hands, gently drew aside the fleshy folds of her cunt, laying bare the fuzz-guarded vaginal opening. Bob could see her lick her lips in anticipation and then slowly, she bent her legs at the knee and began to lower her wide-split, open vagina down towards his excitedly throbbing penis. She poised herself just over the blood-engorged head and holding its rangy length with one hand and still separating the folds of her pussy with the other, she steered it towards her waiting orifice. A gasp exploded in her throat as she felt the initial touch of his hard rubbery flesh on her frail pink cunt and then she lowered herself a fraction of an inch so that the ragged pink edges flared open and barely grasped the knobby head. Lowering herself a little more, she drew in her breath sharply as she felt the thick bulbous head slip inside her. It felt rock hard as it filled her delicate sheath and she could feel the throbbing of it as it vibrated off her moist pussy walls.
Bob lay back, his breath rattling in his throat, his cock on fire from the teasing grazing of Leslie's ravenous vagina. He could feel the crinkled edges of it nibbling hungrily at the head, sending spasms of intense pleasurable sensation cavorting through him. The expert channel of her pussy, moist and clinging, closed in greedily on the imprisoned head, contracting staccato fashion.
Leslie was slowly, oh so slowly, easing herself down on his straining prick and suddenly he couldn't stand it any longer and reaching forward with his hands, grabbed her roughly by the hips and with one savage tug, crashed her down cruelly on his rock-hard member, ramming his swollen prick to the hilt in the young girl's vaginal canal.
Leslie sobbed… harsh, racking sobs from the brutal slamming pain which seemed to split her insides apart, ripping mercilessly at her tender channel. The thick cudgel was buried completely inside her and the rounded resilient head rubbed against the soft, yielding mouth of her womb.
Impatiently, Bob again grasped her by the hips and raised her up the slippery pole of his cock, until just the tip of the head was still enclosed in her. Then he slammed her down again, her moistened cunt slapping against his wiry pubic hair with a wet sloshing sound. This time, the discomfort was not so intense as Leslie's cunt adjusted itself to the greater access afforded by her up top position. She began to raise herself up, gently this time, feeling the ragged edges of her inner lips clinging to Bob's cock as she rose up off it and then she lowered herself down, feeling it slip easily into her sheath, where she could feel every ridge, every indentation of its throbbingly alive surface.
She began to sway rhythmically, moving up and down yo-yo fashion, enjoying more and more the novelty of her fucking him. Almost casually, she reached a hand back and began to stroke his balls, sensing the turmoil which was beginning there.
Bob's hands began to claw at the rug, pulling tufts of the thick pile out of it. Then they reached forward and grabbing at the swinging breasts in front of him, their little brown nipples oscillating like bait on a line. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh, leaving angry red welts, as his hips began a hard, upward grind, forcing his cock deep up into her.
The tempo of her sliding up and down increased every second until she bounced around as if she were on a trampoline and then her hand was pumping insanely at his cock, trying to squeeze it dry. Her whole body was vibrating violently and the pulsations reached down into her cunt, where they pressured his near-boiling-point penis into release. His hips battered up against hers as he spewed his semen into her convulsing body and before he was even finished his spasming ejaculation, the sticky hot fluid was pouring out of her cunt and trickling down on the shaggy rug. Drained, he lay there panting regaining the strength he knew he'd need for the rest of the night.
Julie let herself into the house. It was not quite 7:00 a.m., and she had just driven back from the Cape. She was tired but glad to be home. A driving rainstorm had delayed her and she'd gotten in later than she planned.
She tiptoed into the kitchen not wanting to wake Bob up and quietly made herself a cup of instant coffee, pleased that in a few hours, Eduardo would be arriving. Then she heard a strange series of soulful groans coming from the direction of the basement. Puzzled she walked over to the door which was standing ajar. Julie held her breath listening. There it was again… weird sounds like someone in pain. Her heart thudding she crept silently down the steps.
She bit back a cry when she reached the last but one step. Her head whirled in disbelief at the disgusting act that was taking place in her own basement. For a moment she thought she was watching strangers… but no, those hirsute buttocks wavering obscenely in the air could only be Bob's.
Her shocked eyes took in the lustful sight of her husband on all fours, his head buried between the widespread thighs of a moaning, twitching blonde no more than a child, whose hands were buried in his hair, pushing his face further down into her moisture-soaked curls.
To add to her horror, Julie caught sight for the first time, of another pair of legs, this time stretching out obliquely from under Bob's belly, the blond pubic hair between them plainly visible. Julie could even see the faint pinkish gleam of the girl's slit nestling between the yellow fringes. Shifting slightly, she could see the girl's lips closed tightly around her husband's cock and she was sucking him furiously, while at the same time, mechanically kneading his balls!!
"I can't believe it!" she gasped, biting back the tears.
Julie tried to shut out the horrible scene, but her eyes kept returning, as if drawn by a magnet, to the perverted sight of her husband slavering animallike at another woman's cunt, his big red tongue digging again and again into her flooded young hole. She continued to gape in disbelief, her eyes glued to the passionate writhing. She could see the other girl, her mouth straining to swallow the rigid penis dangling above her, her whole body twitching in uncontrolled ecstasy.
How could he do such a thing? her mind screamed. It would be horrible enough if he were just making love in the ordinary way, but this lewd act was an outrage to her.
Her first impulse was to run into the room and stop the obscene act before it went any further, but something held her back and she felt compelled to watch them. She wondered how that brazen young girl could open her legs to him like that, allowing her secret genitals to be used in such a manner. She found herself wondering what it felt like, to have a man kiss you there… feel his tongue… abruptly, she shut out the thought and clenched her thighs together to dampen the strange little tingle that was starting there.
I'm as bad as they are! she thought bitterly, standing there gaping at the disgusting sight of her husband, his face buried in one girl's vagina and his penis being sucked to rigid hardness by another girl, while her mouth hollowed and filled as she slavered over the giant rod. How could she take it all in her mouth without gagging, Julie wondered, feeling a strange stretching sensation in her own mouth, as if in sympathy with the young girl. She had never seen Bob so lustful, his penis had never seemed so throbbingly huge, and she felt slightly resentful of the girl who made it that way.
Just then she stifled a cry as two wiry hands slipped around and drew her backwards to him. They wormed their way up to her breasts and pressured them lightly. Eduardo! It was probably already after 9:00 a.m. Julie's first inclination was to push him away. She was so utterly ashamed of the disgusting thing her husband was doing! Just because her husband was an uncontrolled sex maniac, did that mean that she was just as licentious? The answer seemed to be yes as the young boy's caresses behind her felt surprisingly exciting on her breasts, like a kind of confidence-giving massage, bolstering her ego, as she stood there watching her husband bury his mouth in the soft, fleece-lined cunt, his tongue dipping deep into the wet slippery channel. She could hear him making low growling sounds in his throat as he ministered to the twitching vagina, while the girl mewled in ecstasy.
Julie's breath caught in her chest at the utter depravity of what was happening. What must Eduardo be thinking? Almost gratefully, she leaned back against her young lover and she felt at once his protuberant rod of flesh, burning into the crevice of her ass. His hands still squeezed her breasts lightly and he was murmuring obscenely in her ear.
"Why should he have all the fun? Let's fuck too, Mrs. Redding!"
The young boy's words lashed into a blazing pyre the flames that had been lurking inside Julie. Her cunt felt as if it were consumed by fire and was twitching and quivering in time to the slavering that her husband's tongue was giving the girl beneath him.
Oh, God, she moaned, what was happening? Eduardo's cock, so long and hard, felt so good pressed against her trembling buttocks and her body was undulating in time to the teasing massaging of her breasts.
The lewd fucking she was watching filled her with mixed emotions. She felt revulsed at the sight of her husband doing those awful things with his mouth between the young girl's open thighs but it was also undeniably exciting. She always thought it was sick to have a man kiss you there, and she had certainly emphatically discouraged Bob any time he had tried to make her give in to that. Even so, she'd often wondered about it, and what it would feel like. And she'd always steadfastly refused to take his hardened penis in her mouth. But, those young girls seemed to be enjoying it, and Bob was whipped up to an ecstatic frenzy like she had never seen before.
Eduardo's hand dropped down and was groping between her legs, desperately trying to find the hot, burning gash that was her cunt. He found it and pushing aside the passion-drenched crotchband of her panties buried his middle finger deep in the throbbing hole, and Julie had to fight back the helpless gasps of pleasure that came bubbling to her lips.
"I want to fuck you now, Mrs. Redding!" he whispered hoarsely.
Julie fastened her eyes once more on the trio on the basement rug. Her husband's wet sucking sounds still filled the whole room, mingled with the groans of the girl, whose hands forced his head further down to grovel deeper in her pussy, and all that was visible of the other one was her madly churning lips as she strove to suck Bob's wildly building seminal juices from his massive cock.
Julie could stand it no longer. Her breathing ragged, she tore her eyes away from the lust inciting scene and rasped: "Yes, Eduardo, fuck me. Oh, God, fuck me now!"
The fifteen-year-old boy grabbed her by the hand and they stumbled up the stairs.