It was another bright sunshiny day in Northern California, and the boys looked forward to it with their usual enthusiasm. They had made several decisions since the day before, and one of them included modifying the formula for their special sauce. They planned to make it a liquid for one thing, and for another, they wanted it to last for a shorter length of time. That way they could be free to use it almost any time, not just during the times when their father was out of town.
All day long they worked in the kitchen, and never once did they see Carolyn. Her door had been closed the entire day when they finally hit upon what they decided would be a proper mixture for their aims.
"I didn't get straight A's in chemistry for nothing," bragged Tim to his brother.
"Well, I only got one 'B' myself, and let's just test it out to make sure it's right before we get carried away!"
The boys squabbled as they usually did, but there was an even greater bond between them than before. They had really managed to take themselves over the brink from childhood into manhood, and each felt a special glow about that fact, and self-congratulations were certainly in order. They smiled a lot during their 'work' and seemed to still feel the delightful tingle in their youthful loins that their stepmother had so agilely inspired.
Although neither had mentioned it really, they both knew that they had further things in store for their adulterous stepmother, and already a final plan, more drastic than any yet devised, was a promising speck on the horizon.
"Okay… go get the cat!" Tim said at last. "We'll try it out!"
"What's the matter, lover, are you shy? Don't you like my looks?"
"No, no, it's not that!" Don protested. As a matter of fact he liked the exciting brunette's looks quite a bit. What's more they were alone in his hotel room. A present from the contractor. It seemed terrible to think of a human being in this manner, but that was most certainly what Gloria Morrison was.
He thought about Carolyn, his new, young wife, wanting to be back in San Rafael with her, not stuck in L.A. on business. Before his recent marriage it hadn't seemed hard to travel, but now that he had something special to go back to, it was only annoying to have to spend time away from home.
"Your wife! I bet you're thinking about her, aren't you?" Gloria had noticed the new wedding band on Don Larsen's ring finger.
Don blushed. "Yes," he admitted, "Yes, I guess I was."
Gloria took in the craggy good looks of the middle-aged architect. She'd been paid, and it looked like she wasn't going to have to do anything for it! But she liked Don's looks and thought him a considerable change from her usual clientele. The least she could do was talk to him!
"I know lots of guys think about their wives," she said confidentially, toying with the little pieces of lace that stuck directly between the large shapes of her breasts, breasts that were barely covered by her low-cut dress.
"But most of the time, you know, they think it's not taking away from their wives, it's really adding to the relationship!"
Don was really missing Carolyn now, he wanted to call her again. Yesterday's call had been strange, oddly unsatisfying. Even though his new wife had told him she'd been napping and so was a little groggy, she'd sounded odd.
Gloria was continuing, and Don was wishing she would leave soon so that he could call Carolyn.
"Yeah, you know some wives are, how do you say it, a little cold. A real hot-blooded guy now, he wants more action than that. Suppose he was to get involved with some other chick, well that's no good. This way, you got no hang-ups, and you get a little fun, too!"
"I'm afraid I've got to make a phone call," Don said.
"Gonna' call her huh? Well, that's okay… listen I won't even listen. Who knows, you ever think she might be having a little fun, too?" Gloria chuckled. Her pride was hurt. If this guy thought he was just going to throw her out, he was crazy. She'd leave when she was ready. She had a heavy date later on, but that could wait if necessary.
Don felt embarrassed and slightly confused. He didn't want to be downright rude to the girl who'd suddenly appeared at his hotel room. He hated unpleasant scenes.
"Fine," he said in an exasperated tone.
He picked up the phone and asked the hotel operator for his home number. The phone rang several times before it was answered.
"Bennie? Tim? This is Dad. How's everything?"
"Tim, Dad. Everything's just fine."
"What's all that squealing I hear in the background?"
"It's the cat, Dad. Bennie gave her some catnip and she's freaking out!"
"Oh, well, put Carolyn on, will you?"
"Mom? Oh, I don't think she's here, Dad. She went out a little while ago."
"Out… out where?"
"Oh, I don't know… some friends of hers."
"I see, well tell her I called. She can call me later on when she gets in."
"Swell, Dad, I'll be sure to tell her. We'll see you tomorrow, right?"
"Yes, around 7:30, I guess."
"So long, Dad!"
Don hung up the phone. He felt vaguely uneasy, and somehow depressed and seeing Gloria's svelte figure across the hotel room did not reassure him at all.
For the first time in their short marriage, Don was really worried, even though he knew he had no good reason to be. Carolyn certainly had a right to go out with a friend. But the fact that she had made him think about the difference in their ages. Perhaps marrying a girl so much younger than he would have its problems after all. Even if the problems were only in his head, they were still problems.
Gloria turned and came back with two full glasses.
"Bourbon and soda," she announced, "Out, huh?"
"I thought you weren't going to listen," Don replied, taking a glass.
"Oh, you didn't believe that, did you?" Gloria asked sitting down beside him and laughing close to his ear. It was a soft, sensuous sound that caused a chill to run up and down Don's spine.
"No… I guess I didn't," he replied pleasantly.
The orange cat streaked past Carolyn and out the front door, bumping into her legs and just narrowly avoided running into Shirley's. The two women entered the living room and nervously Carolyn turned on the lights. She'd persuaded her old girlfriend, Shirley, to return home with her after meeting her for a drink in a tavern in town. It was clear to Shirley that her old school chum was in some kind of trouble, but she had never quite gotten out of her exactly what it was. Something to do with her husband's twin boys, but Shirley couldn't imagine that the boys would cause Carolyn that much trouble. But then she knew very little about children, so she was willing to go along with Carolyn's request to sleep over with her one night until her husband returned from Los Angeles.
"Gee, Carolyn!" the pert redhead exclaimed, "What a swell house! You sure are lucky!"
Carolyn was too upset to secretly gloat over her friend's envious statement. Somehow what once might have been a moment of triumph left the disturbed blonde bride cold.
"What would you like Shirl, a drink, coffee… anything…"
"I could go for another drink. Hey, I'll bet that TV's color… right?"
"Yes… turn it on if you want to!" Carolyn disappeared into the kitchen. It was spotless. No sign of the extensive hours the children had put in there.
"How about a daiquiri?" she called back from the kitchen.
It was the first bottle that Carolyn spotted, and it seemed easiest just to grab for it. She didn't realize, of course, that any of the bottles in the liquor cabinet would have created the same effect for her.
"Say, where are those two little monsters anyway?" Shirley asked as Carolyn returned to the room with the drinks.
"I… I guess they're in their room. Asleep, I hope!"
"Gee, it's terrible that you don't get along! I mean everything could be so perfect! Say, this drink is great!" Shirley settled into the deep sofa, her short skirt revealed almost the entire length of her sleek, tanned thighs. She could have gone out with Harry tonight, but this was proving more fun. Just hanging out in such a beautiful place, Shirley couldn't help but hope that some of the elegance would rub off on her. The daiquiri tasted really good and the prospect that before the evening was out she might hear some interesting tidbits of gossip from her friend was decidedly titillating.
"So tell me more about your husband. What's his name again, Don?"
Carolyn was distracted. Her head had been fuzzy all day long and now it was beginning to throb again the way it had when she'd first awakened around 2:00 that afternoon. The same doubts about her sanity were returning even though her friend was there. Had she imagined everything? she wondered for the umpteenth time that day. But the soreness between her legs and the scratches on her smooth creamy body were evidence enough to tell her that everything that she remembered was real. But what had come over her? What strange lapse had made her succumb to such horrible desires? She knew that she'd been feeling frustrated, but certainly not to that extent? Or had she suddenly turned into some kind of nymphomaniac?
"Hey, Carolyn, I'm talking to you!" Shirley suspected that there was really something wrong between Carolyn and her new husband, but that the pretty blonde was shy about coming right out and saying it. The television set droned on in the background as the two women sipped their drinks and Carolyn tried to assure Shirley that there was nothing wrong between Don and herself.
"Say, Carolyn, how'd it be if I brought my boyfriend over here to meet you one night. You and Don I mean. It would be nice, huh?" Shirley was beginning to wish that she had gone out with Harry. She could feel a mellow warmth in the pit of her belly that signaled the start of desire for the ardent caresses she'd come to expect from Harry. He picked her up every night after work usually, and they'd go to her apartment and make passionate love until it was time to go out and get something to eat. Sometimes Shirley would make them spaghetti or something like that and they'd stay in, and on nights when Harry didn't have the early shift at his job he might stay over.
The small redhead had a compulsive urge to talk about Harry now since she couldn't be with him.
"And he's real cute, Carolyn," she said.
"That would be nice," Carolyn said running her fingers through her blonde curls. "You two could come to dinner. Maybe next week, Shirley." That funny pulsing deep in her well-used pussy was starting again, and Carolyn's throat felt dry, and as she drank more of the daiquiri she found that she was salivating too much. Shirley was going on and on about her boyfriend and Carolyn hardly listened. She was having trouble focusing again, and she felt she ought to go into her bedroom, but she didn't feel she had the strength to stand. Suddenly snatches of Shirley's conversation were reaching her, and the young girl's words struck her with the impact of tiny arrows which stimulated and teased wherever they hit.
"And he's got the biggest thing, Carolyn. You'd have to see it to believe it! And you know, he knows just how to stick it up inside me. Not too fast, you know… nice and slow, and by the time he's all the way in, for crissakes, I'm nearly out of my skull! And he can go on for hours… really, I'm not just making it up."
"Boy, what a workout! Whenever I see him… just see him, Carolyn, you know? He makes me get all sticky down there just wanting him, and all I can think of is spreading my legs wide and saying, Harry baby, come and get me!"
To Carolyn's distorted vision it seemed as if the young redhead were writhing about on the sofa next to her. The girl's words seemed to be exciting her and her fingers had begun to move up and down the trim outline of her tightly encased body. Shirley's dress left little to the imagination, and Carolyn could see the outline of the other woman's breasts, the hard, little nipples, and the full round forms that surrounded them. Her soft little belly seemed to quiver as she spoke, and between her long, exposed legs, Carolyn could imagine a tight redheaded little cunt, not unlike her own.
"Jeez, Carolyn, I feel so… so funny! All horny-like, you know?"
Although she did not answer, Carolyn knew what her guest meant, for she herself was having a hard time keeping her hands from an intimate self-caress not unlike what she had attempted the day before.
"Jeez… hey, maybe I ought to see if I can get a hold of Harry on the phone!"
Carolyn spoke then. Her voice was hazy, low and smoky. "Why call him. We don't need him, do we? We've got each other!"
"HUH?"
Carolyn's fingers moved slowly to the other woman's breasts, two hands that were soft and feminine cupping the twin mounds of flesh eagerly and holding their warmth as the blonde housewife stared into her friend's grey-green eyes.
"Oooooooh!" Shirley cooed, her hands covering Carolyn's, moving them as she squirmed beneath the other woman's touch. "That feels nice, Carolyn. I never thought I would like a woman before… but you… you're so… so pretty…" Shirley's words were slurred and jumbled together, but Carolyn wasn't paying any attention anyway. She was undoing the back zipper of the other woman's dress, and finding that Shirley was just as eager to help her as she was to get the restricting dress off.
As the dress came off, the creamy, brown-tanned flesh of Shirley's breasts became fully visible, and then the thin, indented waist that gave onto full shapely hips, a soft curving stomach with its deeply indented belly-button, and below the curl fringed red hair, the same color as that on her head that formed the triumphant triangle of the young girl's quivering pussy.
Carolyn's head dipped low as she compulsively took one cherry tipped nipple into her mouth, beginning to suck ferociously upon it as she slowly squeezed and massaged the other with her fingers. It felt so good to be with a woman! It was something that Carolyn had never even considered before, but now, it seemed the most natural thing in the world! And what was more, the desire she felt had an extra bittersweet aura about it that Carolyn could not resist.
"Ooooooh… ohhhhhh!" Shirley's fingers were moving, reciprocating as she pulled against her friend's sweater, and finally lifted it up over her head. Carolyn shook her blonde curls out as the pink cashmere sweater came off. She reached back herself to undo her brassiere clasp and as the lacy white cups fell away her tingling naked breasts were exposed to the other girl's sight.
"Oh, lovely!" Shirley cried, leaning over to kiss Carolyn's full, soft mounds of flesh. Carolyn felt the heat rising in great gusts inside her, and even as Shirley was kissing her, she wriggled impatiently out of her skirt and pants, and with one tormented lunge, found herself sprawled over the redhead's petite body upon the wide sofa. Breast to breast, belly to belly, Carolyn squirmed and smoothed her nakedness over the other woman's. It felt like heaven. Nothing she had ever experienced with a man could so compare with the soft roundness of another woman's curves against hers.
"Ohhh, baby, baby, baby!" Shirley was cooing, as the softly quivering flesh over hers made her grow more and more excited. Carolyn's pink lips parted to meet hers, and the redheaded girl opened her mouth wide in acceptance, her tongue sweeping out to encompass Carolyn's in a delicious mingling of wetness.
Slowly Carolyn began to grind her loins against Shirley's as the rising excitement between them told her that satisfaction was on its way for both of them. Her golden-curled cunt spread and closed with each ardent rub against Shirley's redheaded mound, and the sheer pressure created a friction against the steadily blossoming little clitoris that each woman owned. Tender inner flesh spread against tender inner flesh, coral and pink hued, the women close as twins, mated their glistening and undulating pussies with a rhythmic joy that grew more and more voluptuous as the moments passed.
Neither one of them noticed the two young boys who had silently taken their places across from the sofa, each sitting in an easy chair, naked as the day they were born some thirteen years before. The twins' hot burning eyes took in the sensuous scene between the two women, and silently, but excitedly, they stored the knowledge they were gaining for future reference.
Their already stimulated penises gave a jump as they saw their stepmother under the influence of their newly modified drug slide down along the little redhead's trembling form to look down between her parted legs. Judging from the cat's reaction to the new mixture, this 'sauce' ought to be a softer experience, and ought to not last as long. Time would tell.
Shirley was moaning soft words of encouragement to her married friend, and the boys could see the vulnerably displayed vaginal slit that seemed to glow between her legs beneath the reddish gold of her pubic hair. Obediently, Shirley kept her shapely legs apart, looking up starry-eyed at the slightly older woman. Carolyn was twenty-one and Shirley had just turned twenty. The young redhead felt a strong outpouring of love for Carolyn, a love she'd never thought herself capable of for anyone, much less another woman. She cried out with delight now as Carolyn's fingers tentatively touched her keenly aroused vaginal lips. Then the young housewife's fingers began to explore the moistly seeping pit of Shirley's warm, soft cunt, making hotly searing contact with every little cranny of the young sensitive organ so used to Harry's huge raging cock. With a tickling touch, Carolyn's thumb smoothed over and around Shirley's tiny sensation-filled clitoris, as her other fingers began to slip tantalizingly up into the nakedly exposed tightness of the redhead's curl-trimmed pussy.
The boys could see their beautiful stepmother's passion-distorted features, those gently swaying breasts with tips like tiny strawberries, that brightly curling 'vee' of her vitally moved pussy. God, she was magnificent, they had to admit, despite the lack of affection they felt for their father's new wife.
Carolyn was warming to her task, her shamefully probing and worming fingers were now moving all the way inside Shirley's acquiescing young cunt… sliding higher and higher up between the younger girl's nakedly quivering thighs. Eventually she wedged her entire naked body in between Shirley's shapely legs, pressing her big, firm breasts up against Shirley's moistening genitals as she did so!
"It's wonderful!" Carolyn murmured to herself surprised that she could think of the sensuous feel of another woman as so pleasurable. So soft… and so wet! she thought, twisting and teasing her fingers within the tightly contracted hair-surrounded pussy of her school friend.
And then a spark ignited between the two women, stronger than what had gone before. Shirley began to cry out with delight feeling her aching pussy feverishly responding to the gently twirling fingers high up inside it. There was something subtle and yet strong about the feeling and it awakened inside the aroused redheaded girl incredibly thrilling spasms of lust that soared and climbed up and down the length of her body. With a small shiver of surrender, Shirley's legs suddenly relaxed even more and voluntarily stretched wider apart. As she gazed into Carolyn's face, she read upon it an unmistakably lewd expression. Yes, Carolyn was enjoying it as much as she was!
The feelings were growing more and more intense and Shirley only wanted to feel more and more of her old chum's fingers high in her softly tingling cunt.
Helplessly she writhed, wantonly enjoying the erotic attention of the other woman.
"Look at them go!" Tim whispered to Bennie, an excited gleam in his eyes.
"They're really getting at it!" Bennie replied, huskily. Glancing sideways the thirteen year old saw that his twin had the same enormously rigid erection he had. But he quickly turned back to the sensually stimulating play they had instigated between the two women. It had been pure chance that Carolyn had brought a friend back with her, but they had counted on her having a drink of something that evening. The fact was that they'd both downed a goodly portion of the 'sauce' in the daiquiri bottle.
The sight of their adulterous stepmother and her friend, two luscious women with passionate expressions upon their faces, writhing obscenely upon the sofa started incredible aches in the boys' testicles as their heavily swollen cocks pulsed licentiously. They felt as though they couldn't breathe, their sweet boyish faces bathed in perspiration as they gazed mesmerized at the incredibly exciting scene before them. They heard Shirley moan softly and deliriously as Carolyn continued her ardent finger-fucking, probing the warm, moist recesses of the younger girl's willingly splayed cunt! Strangled gasps came from Shirley's lips as the tormented young body twisted and flailed helplessly on the sofa, and her passion-flooded red-haired pussy began to quiver with a stormy release of steaming orgasmic moisture.
Unconsciously the boys began to let their clasping fingers move up and down the blood engorged shafts of their wildly aching cocks.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh… oooooohhhhhhhh!" Shirley cried. She gave herself up with shattering certainty to Carolyn's wildly slaving fingers, at last at the breaking point. On and on it went and the obscenely exciting fingering of her nakedly climaxing pussy pushed deeper and deeper, pounding repeatedly against the redhead's crazily sucking cuntal walls. She was cumming! Cumming as she never had before, overflooding and overflowing. Her mind and her soul and her body were swallowed in swirling hot flashes and drowning in a blissful pool of ecstasy.
Long moments later as the two women lay sweetly entwined and Shirley came to groggily, she whispered up into Carolyn's shell-like ear, "Now me… let me do you now!"
"Please!" Carolyn replied, "Please!"
Gloria sensed Don Larsen's throbbing reactions and began to suck at the older man's hardening cock a little harder, the tip of her small teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving tiny white trails where they scraped the skin. God, she thought, I practically had to force him into it, and I'm really getting a charge out of it.
It was unusual for the young call girl to feel anything when she was out on a job, contrary to the excitement she felt when she was with her own boyfriend, or even a girlfriend. But tonight something was different. She guessed it was just her pride, but still and all, she was getting an inordinate amount of pleasure from Don's thrusting cock. The ecstasy of the moment rose within her as she sucked and she could feel the tension mounting in her loins as she longed for completion down there.
Don looked down at the girl's lust-twisted face, and at her dark hair curling against pale cheeks. His fingers lightly touched her mouth and his shaft, and he saw his own hard spear of flesh completely absorbed between her ovalled lips, increasing his sensation a hundred times. It was wrong to be doing this, to have let her persuade him, and yet he wouldn't stop what was happening for the world. He felt her massaging the soft, velvety skin of his balls tantalizingly and expertly with one hand while her thumb and forefinger of the other stroked its husky base and she sucked rhythmically up and down. Christ! He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of her withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny split at its tip. Sitting there on the edge of the hotel-room couch, Don Larsen, flexed his buttocks and watched the dark brown of the call girl's head moving and bobbing up and down below, seeing that she was simultaneously working her nakedly trembling buttocks in little gyrating circles as though she wanted to be taken from behind.
She was completely unclothed save for the black garter-belt and stockings and high heeled pumps she'd left on after an impromptu striptease a short while before. For a moment Don wondered if Carolyn would do such a thing to him. He'd never dared ask her, but just the thought that his wife might be persuaded to do such a thing sent additional sensations of excitement whirling through his loins.
He, too, had stripped, when it was clear that Gloria would not leave until something happened, and when she'd noted his hesitancy to touch her, the bold brunette had pushed him down on the sofa and started it, kneeling between his legs, sucking his half-aroused cock until it was ablaze with desire. Now she slipped her hands beneath Don's tense buttocks, cupping them in her palms, pulling his loins tighter to her face as her tongue slipped around and around the swollen tip furiously. Don felt it pushing near the bursting point while Gloria took nearly all of his rigidly throbbing cock as far back in her throat as was humanly possible. It had occurred to him before that by doing this he was not exactly unfaithful to his wife, but now this strange dream was to be shattered as Gloria suddenly gave a wild cry and let his bobbing cock slip from between her lips. With a swift and graceful movement the young dark-haired girl had positioned herself upon his lap, and with one well placed thrust, the full blunt-tipped shaft of his cock sank high up into her receptively clenching pussy. Gloria's arms wound tight about him, her lips pressed intensely against his, her tongue moving rapidly as again and again she slammed herself up and down upon his rising penis, hard, long strokes, letting Don's ever expanding cock caress the smooth inner walls of her cuntal channel.
The bluntly pounding tip found its mark as she thrust herself down upon it, forcing the rock-hard penis deeper and deeper up into her with increasing bliss for both the call girl and the newly married architect.
The room had begun to swirl in a maze of delicious blinding, flashing colors, blending with the galvanic shocks that were jolting through the young girl's soft, white body to the core of her very innermost being.
Don began to grunt and groan along with his visitor as he pumped harder up into her downward spiraling pussy, a wild tingling beginning to gnaw at his testicles. Don could hear his own strangling noises forcing their way from his throat. Christ, she was making him cum! He writhed his hips furiously. Now! Now!
He felt the needle-thin stream of white hot sperm rush from his balls along the length of his fiercely fucking shaft and squirt in never-ending streams into the girl's greedily accepting hair-fringed cunt.
Gloria thrust her buttocks down onto the beautifully expanded cock within her inflamed passage. Every muscle in her trembling body contracted when her orgasm hit, and she rose up and nearly fell to the side in an almost epileptic attack of contraction. A squeal came from deep inside her chest and the unleashed pressure inside her exploded in torrents of bliss as she convulsively clutched at Don. Together they ground out the final spasm of desire until at last there was no more left.
"Well, I guess I'll be going now," Gloria said at last when several minutes had passed.