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Morris DeCat
Chapter 1

Wayne Austin got out of his car, and looked at the house for a moment before ringing the doorbell. He was tired of dealing with the idiocies of the school district employing him, and so had passed up doing summer duty at the high school where he taught. Still, there were financial conditions, and so he had listened with interest when a friend told him of a summer, and possibly a fall, opening at a private coastal school. That and the address of the house he now stood before were all the information he had been provided with, other than a phone number. The woman who had answered and made the appointment with him was named Kelly Fairfield, and her voice had nestled warmly in his ear.

The door opened, and Wayne looked down into brown eyes, the curved, dark eyebrows above them lifted questioningly.

"I'm Wayne Austin. I have an appointment with Miss Fairfield," he smiled.

"Come on in. She's tied up on the phone, but she'll be down in a minute." the girl smiled, waving him inside.

"Fine." He entered the comfortably furnished living room, sunlight filtering in through thin under-drapes.

"This is Alex," Alma said, and he turned to see the other girl. "We're twins," Alma said with a smile, "but not identical twins, obviously."

"Nice to meet you," he nodded to the girl wearing a loose fitting knit sweater and slacks.

"Same here." Alex motioned to a large sofa. "Have a seat."

"Do you two go to the school Miss Fairfield is involved with?" he asked as he sat on the sofa, and they stood by his knees, looking down into his eyes.

"She's our aunt," Alma said, and she rested her hands on his knee.

"Maybe in the fall," Alex said, following Alma's lead by leaning against him, and he felt the warm softness of her loins against his knee as she leaned forward off the balls of her feet.

"I think you'll like it there," Alma said with a smile that accented her full lower lip, and her dark brown hair fanned down past her shoulders as she slowly brushed it back from her face.

"Yes, maybe you'll be our teacher," Ales said, her mouth the same as Alma's but for the upper lip being slightly longer.

"Maybe so," he nodded, uncertain about their continued contact with his knees and calves, and about the sensuous smiles and looks accompanying their words.

"Do you enjoy… high school?" Alma asked softly, the light curve of her torso accented as she turned from side to side off her feet, her hands shifting against his knee as her long, rounded thighs moved against it.

"Uh, yes," he nodded, his mouth dry as her eyes sparkled, the light haloing her hair.

"Where you've been… teaching, is it co-ed?" Alex asked, hazel eyes gleaming, the tone of the voice implying more than textbook teaching.

"Yes," he said, finding his voice tight as the twins shifted against his knees and calves, their hands moving against his lower thighs, and he noted them smiling at one another for an instant, and then Alma was moving between his spread legs, her back to his thigh as one hand turned against his knee.

"Do you… teach different things?" she asked, her other hand moving back to his upper thigh, and he felt feverishly hot as her ass shifted back against his thigh.

"Uh, yes," he said hoarsely, and he felt his cock hardening as the wide ovals of her ass shifted against his tensed leg through her skirt and his slacks. "English, and PE," he added, his heart pounding.

"Ah, physical education," Alex smiled, leaning forward with thighs to Wayne's knee, her hands turning against his knee.

"That sounds like fun," Alma smiled, and her hands pushed against his leg, and she was seated upon his thigh, causing him to dimly realize that he was, in effect, pinned. "You must be pretty well educated, physically, huh?" she smiled, her fingers curled to the outside of his thigh, her arms straightened and her shoulders back, which caused the subtle rises of her still blossoming tits to push forward against her sweater.

"How, uh, do you mean?" he asked, his breathing having deepened as his tool went fully erect.

"Oh, just that you must know what you're doing, physically," Alex smiled as Alma reached out to shift the knot of his tie, her hand lifting from his knee, the other tightening against the top of his leg, her thumb pressing down against the juncture of it and his groin.

"You know," Alma said with a teasing smile as Alex leaned forward, thighs shifting against Wayne's knee.

"Yeah, I think so," he smiled wryly, wondering about the twins, and about when their aunt would be arriving, and what her reaction would be to Alma being seated on his leg while Alex rubbed against him.

"Yeah, I think you do know, that is," Alex smiled as Alma slowly slid her hand down Wayne's tie, the backs of her curled fingers moving against his chest and stomach as she lifted one foot to the edge of the couch, thus bringing the side of it in against his swollen balls.

"Uh, your aunt…?" he murmured as the girl's foot shifted against his nuts, her thumb continuing to rub against the outside of his groin, and Alex was alongside the outside of his other leg, caressing the top of his thigh while arching against it.

"I think she's probably already educated," Alma said, and then giggled, and Alex's one hand was against the juncture of his other leg and his groin.

"I meant…" he said with confusion as the press of their bodies and the movements of their hands deepened the throbbing of his rod.

"Yes?" Alma whispered as she leaned toward him, and he felt her breath fluttering against his mouth as her hand spread against his stomach, and she was kissing his lips.

The girl's lips were incredibly soft, and his eyes closed as his mouth opened. Her tongue flowed against his lips and his teeth, and her hand was opening and closing against his tightened stomach. Alex had turned to face him, and was pushing up to straddle his other thigh, the twins now mounted upon both, Alma's fanny turning from side to side against one as Alex's thighs gripped the other. One of Alex's hands was at Wayne's shoulder, the other continuing to grip the top of his thigh, but now the thumb was to the outside, and the stroking fingers were rubbing against Wayne's rigid staff.

"Ah, what do we have here?" he heard Alex say, the words floating through the ocean's roar within his ears as his tongue flowed back and forth with Alma's, their mouths wide.

Alma's hand lifted from his thigh to his stomach, both hands opening his shirt, and then it was caressing the heated flesh while the other hand moved down to join Alex's. He groaned into her mouth as they stroked his throbbing member through his slacks, feeling the contours of the staff and knob.

His breathing labored, he slid his hands up their backs, then down and under their sweaters. He sucked at Alma's tongue as she kneaded his stomach and his shaft, Alex rubbing his cock's head, and he moved his hands up under the sweaters to caress the smoothness of their backs. Alex's hand lowered from his shoulder to the outer top of his thigh while the other continued to squeeze and stroke his head, her loins rocking back and forth upon the hardness of his thigh, buttocks tightening and loosening.

All of his questions, including those concerning Kelly Fairfield, were cast aside in the rising maelstrom of arousal going through his body and brain. His pushed his fingers down under the waistbands of Alma's skirt and of Alex's slacks, and his fingertips moved against the plump tops of their ass cheeks. His mouth and Alma's twisted together, and her fingertips were seeking a hold on his zipper. The leg closest to him raised, the side of her foot rubbed against his balls, the toe of her shoe shifting beneath his swollen tool. Ales leaned forward, and their lips slid together, the twin tongues dancing with his. His heart was pounding, the come straining for release as they moved upon him, their tongues swimming with his as they caressed him.

Their breathing ragged, and their faces flushed, the three gradually drew their mouths apart, and he looked into their gleaming eyes as he smiled drunkenly. Then, his eyes began to focus, and he was aware of something beyond them. He shifted his gaze, and saw the woman.

Jet-black hair waved down to her shoulders, and out from her forehead. Her dark blue-gray eyes were feline, and wide-set, and revealed nothing of her reaction to the sight of the twins stroking his cock as he kneaded their asses. She wore a yellow shirt-blouse over a matching pullover, the scooped top of which revealed the cleavage of her full, wide breasts. White velvet slacks held to her full hips, fitting her long legs loosely.

"Oh, hi, Aunt Kelly," Alex said cheerfully, and swung down off Wayne's leg to stand beside the chair, the inside hand shoving down against Wayne's cock with the movement.

"Hi," Alma smiled, and slid her foot down to the floor and over his rigid length, her hands leaving his stomach and fly.

"Alex, Alma," Kelly nodded without expression, and she fingered the yellow beads hanging from her neck as she looked back to Wayne.

"Uh-h-h," he said, his mind a total blank, and he fumbled with his shirt buttons as he stood up. "I'm Wayne Austin," he said, attempting to smile as he introduced himself.

"Yes, I assumed that," she nodded, and he followed her gaze down to the tenting rise of his erection. "I'm Kelly Fairfield," she said, her eyes raised when he lifted his.

She moved toward the couch, and Alma and Alex sat down together on a large chair facing it from across the room.

"Do sit down," she said, and he sat beside her on the couch, noticing the manila envelope she held, as he attempted to comfortably cross his legs. "Midge spoke very highly of your abilities," she said, "but, of course, we need to know about your credentials, and such."

"Yes, of course," he said after a moment of looking into her long-lashed eyes, and he took papers from his inside jacket pocket, and she began to look through them.

He shifted as she read the papers, and he checked to make sure all of his shirt buttons had been refastened. His erection going, he uncrossed his legs, and looked over at the twins. Alex's hand rested on the top of Alma's thigh, casually shifting the skirt higher and higher. He looked down at the girl's long, rounded thighs as the cloth moved up from them, and the light gleamed from soft down. He dampened his lips as the shadowed area narrowed toward her loins, and he lifted his eyes as his tool began to harden again. Alex's mouth was at Alma's ear, and the girl looked across at him with a smile as she listened. He thought he saw Alex's tongue move against the delicately furled ear, and he recrossed his legs, seeing the pointed tongue turn in Alma's ear as the skirt was pushed up to the tops of her thighs.

"Yes, very impressive," Kelly said, and he blinked his eyes from the twins to her, seeing that she had finished reading the papers.

"Thank you," he said, unsure about how to act after having been caught making out with the twins.

"And you've passed the test," she added with a trace of a smile.

"Test?"

"Yes," she nodded, and she opened the manila envelope, taking a group of photos from it. "To see if you'd be freaked out by strange behavior," she said with a nod toward the twins, and he had a difficult time keeping his eyes on her as he noted Alex's hand beneath Alma's skirt. "You see," Kelly continued, "our school is very private, very elite, but… it isn't just a school, in the general sense. Our girls have had troubles before coming to us."

"With the law, you mean?" he asked.

"Oh, sometimes, but just for minor offenses – no pun intended," she smiled, and he found himself smiling back as the furled corners of her mouth lifted. "But usually it's more a matter of the parents being unable or unwilling to deal with youthful problems. So they send them off to school."

"Then they. shouldn't be any more dangerous to teach than any other high-schoolers," he smiled.

"Well, in the sense of physical danger, they're probably far preferable. But they could be considered physically dangerous in another sense," she said, and handed the photos to him. "These are pictures that parents, teachers, or snitching brothers or sisters came across. They're of girls who've since graduated," she smiled as he looked down at the photos.

The first picture was of four girls, who he guessed were dressed up for a rock concert, their garb both flashy as well as revealing. One of the girls had a sullen, tomboyish expression; she wore a large scarf below her jacket and shirt, drawn over and knotted at one hip, leaving most of it and the leg on that side bare, as her feet were. The next photo was of three of the girls from the first with two others, the teenagers writhing about the feet of boys the same age, and dressed correspondingly. A younger girl was apparently about to open the pants of another boy in the next shot.

Finding the shots interesting, but hardly unusual, he went to the next, and smiled. One of the girls wore a black silk gown, and held a quirt and a leash, the leash connected to a collar worn by another girl, who knelt with dramatic subservience before the other.

"Very dramatic," he said, and from the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of Alma loosening Alex's pants and slipping her hand into them.

The next photo showed one of the girls from the first shot standing behind the dominatrix, who was dressed casually here, the girl behind her helping her pull her top down and away from a ripe tit. The next picture was of a girl whose long upper lip and pouted lower lip gave her a look of tough sensuality, the girlishness of her face contrasting with her full breasts, rounded nipples standing out from plump areolas.

The pictures becoming more interesting, he flicked his eyes toward the twins, and saw Alma's hand moving within the crotch of Alex's slacks. Kelly was leaning back comfortably, and she motioned to the girls, who nodded toward their aunt, and got up, Alex's loosened pants riding low. Alma's skirt dropped back down, and they moved away. He looked through the last pictures, and found that they were all of one girl. Perhaps sixteen, she had light auburn hair, and wore a great deal of old, attractive jewelry, and nothing else. She grinned broadly from the first shot, her rounded cheeks dimpled. Seated, she had one knee lifted to the side, her leg long and shapely, her full hip and ass's sides shown. In the second shot she was leaning back, one leg outstretched, the other lifted out to the side, the chestnut curlings of her muff revealed. One arm draped over the supple curve of her stomach, the other was lifted so that she could caress her full lower lip with her little finger, large eyes looking up into the camera. Her blossoming tits were wide -set, and they lifted.outward as if the wide pegs of her nipples were being held to draw the breasts out, her areolas a pinkish tan. In the third shot she was stretched out on her back, the nipples erect, her muff standing out with static electricity.

"Well, they're hardly shocking," he shrugged, and slipped the photos back into the envelope, and he saw that the twins were setting up a film projector.

"That's true," Kelly nodded. "Still, less than a hundred years ago, girls in the US didn't start having periods until they were seventeen, and now it's down to twelve, and even eleven. But adults often continue to expect that teens will be something out of forties musicals.

"Yeah," he nodded, thinking about the near-puritanical reactions of other teachers to seeing students' actions and dress.

"But you weren't shocked," she nodded with a smile, her sloe-eyes gleaming.

"No," he admitted, and noticed that one of the photos had fallen to the floor. He looked at the picture. A girl with lush, out pointing tits sat with other girls and boys, the group apparently eating foods from the body of a long-legged girl.

"Still, they can be arousing," Kelly said, and their eyes met as his lifted from the photo.

"Most assuredly," he smiled.

"And acting upon that arousal?"

"Um, a high school girl, if she was interested, and interesting…" he shrugged "If you're trying to find out if I could resist your students, I'm afraid I can't give you any, guarantees."

"I like honesty," she nodded, leaning back with one arm stretched out atop the couch. "Personally, I think it's asking for trouble to have a group of girls set away like 'that with no boys or men about."

"You're looking for a stud," he laughed.

"Personally, I can see that as an aspect of the job, if the man isn't going to use his authority to manipulate the girls, and if he isn't going to get hung up on them, or get them hung up on him. But I'm only an administrator. Ella, the principal, may well have different ideas, though she does feel that the girls need the presence of a man around."

He nodded, and noted that he would have to thank Midge for tipping him about the job opening. Alma turned out the lights as Alex drew the drapes tight, and they started the projector. He turned to look at the screen.

"The mother of one of the girls found this film, and left it with us when she enrolled the girl," Kelly said.

Two dark-haired girls stood in a large, well lit bathroom as the film began. Both wearing terrycloth robes, they appeared to have just gotten up. The large shower-tub was nearly filled with water, and they debated as to who was going to use it first. An off-camera voice suggested that they share it, and the camera revealed a well-built boy in his late teens. The girls looked at one another and giggled. Nodding, they let their robes drop to the floor.

The projector beside the couch, Wayne looked over to see that Alex's and Alma's arms were around each other's waist as they watched the film, their hands caressing each other's ass. From the corner of his eye, he saw that Kelly was watching the screen with interest. His breathing deepening, he looked back at the movie.

He wondered if the girls were sisters; their features were similar, as were their bodies. They stepped into the tub, and the one with longer hair began to soap her arms. Glancing toward the boy, she reached over and curved her soaped hands to the firm globes of the other girl's tits, globes not as developed as her own. The boy dampened his lips, and his cock was outlined against his jeans.

Alex's free hand moved up under Alma's sweater to caress her tits, the sweater pulled up from the smooth curve of her taut belly. Kelly's wide mouth was ajar, the angling up of the upper lip from the full lower lip accented. His tool burning, Wayne tried to keep his attention on the screen.

The girls turned toward the boy, the water gleaming from their bodies, soap frothing the slender plume of the one girl's pubic hair. They asked if he didn't need a gold shower, both grinning as they motioned toward his obvious erection. He smiled, and took their offered hands. They drew him forward and he slipped his loafers off before stepping into the tub. The younger girl moved behind him, sliding her body against his as her hands caressed his back and waist. He kissed the older girl, their tongues moving as the younger girl's hands moved between them to open his jeans.

The three eased down to their knees in the water, and the girl pushed the jeans down from his ass as her partner raised his T-shirt. The younger girl's full ass cheeks shifted as she leaned down to push the jeans to his knees, and she kissed his buttocks. Smiling, the boy turned to the side and sat down. His hard prod jutted up out of the water, and the girls lifted his legs to slip the pants off. His weight back on his arms, he watched with a grin, and then he removed the T-shirt. The three embraced, sitting together in the water, and their tongues moved together as their hands slid over one another's bodies, his hands cupping their tits as they curled their hands around his swollen, thick cock.

Wayne shifted on the couch, and became aware of Kelly's thigh against his, and that she was not drawing it away. Alex's back was to them, Alma kneeling down as she opened the pants. Alma's face moved against her twin's loins as she pushed the pants down so as to be able to caress the oval ass cheeks. He looked over at Kelly, and she smiled, her eyes then moving back to the screen.

The three had moved about, and the girl with the longer hair was mounted atop the boy, twisting atop his prod as he and the other girl kissed her breasts. Laughing happily, the girl bucked upon him as she came.

Alex was breathing raggedly, caressing Alma's head as she hungrily moved her mouth. Wayne's eyes shifted back and forth from them to the screen. Alma's fingers indented Alex's buttocks. The younger girl was lying back in the opposite direction from the boy, her ass twisting upon his rod as the other girl sucked at her rigid nipples. She groaned, her legs lifting around the other girl, whose cleave twisted upon his stomach as he caressed her wide hips and rich ass. Alex's head was lifted as Alma's mouth evoked orgasmic rushes. The three sprawled out with satiated smiles, the younger girl curled around one of his legs as the other girl caressed his other leg, and. then his staff. Alex groaned softly, shaking against Alma. Kelly's leg sent burning heat into his, and Wayne dampened his dried lips, the sounds from the movie and the twins filling his hearing. The boy and the older girl stood up, the younger girl bathing them as they kissed. The girl's back against the tiled walls, he arched his hips forward, sliding his stout member up into her. The younger girl caressed their legs, pressing her tits to the backs of his legs as she moved her mouth over the backs of his thighs, sucking the water from them as she moved her tongue upward.

Alex eased down, and dropped forward onto all fours, Alma drawing the back of her hand over her mouth as she looked back to the movie, the pants down around Alex's knees. The younger girl having turned the shower on, water rained down on the three of them, the other girl licking and caressing the rich pillows of her ass as she kissed him, her hands guiding his hips to her ass. The older girl's mouth widened against the other's fanny as his tool entered her cunny from the back, and the younger girl moved her mouth down over his stomach, around the other girl's hip, and to the moving juncture of their loins to lick the underside of his shaft and the girl's spread cunt lips.

Still on all fours, Alex's head was beneath Alma's skirt, and the girl was murmuring, her hands and forearms up under her sweater as she caressed her tits, her face lifted. Wayne rubbed the heel of his hand against one tensed thigh, the other burning against Kelly's. The younger girl was crying out, the boy kissing her neck as he gripped one tit and her cunt, his rod shifting in her ass. The older girl gripped one of her thighs, kissing it as she twisted her tits against it, her thighs gripping the girl's calf as she twisted her splay against it.

The boy's face also lifted, he held the younger girl to him as they both came, her cunt buckling against his hand as their hips shook together, and the older girl leaned back onto her hands as her cunt twisted against the other girl's calf.

The film flipped free of the reel and gate, and clattered about, the projector light flooding the one end of the room. Alex's head raised up from under Alma's skirt, and they fumbled with the projector to turn it off.

"The boyfriend of one of the two shot the film, as I understand it – on the theory that, if they couldn't get in to see a picture like that, then they'd make their own," Kelly smiled. "Well, what do you think?"

"No," she laughed. "I mean about teaching at our school."

"Well, it apparently isn't what I'd imagined," he smiled.

"Why don't you think it over for a few minutes," she said before he could get in his "but."

She moved to the end of the room, and out into an enclosed veranda. He looked down at the rise of his tool, and then over at the twins, seeing that Alma's sweater. had been pulled down, and that Alex's pants had been fastened. They continued to work at the projector, putting the film back on its reel.

The job seemed like a dream come true, and the only question was one that he had had before, which was being away from Donna, with whom he had been the last year. But they had discussed it, and she had been agreeable. He looked down toward the veranda, and saw movement in a large mirror in a standing frame. Then he realized that he was seeing Kelly's shapely leg as she slipped it out of the white velvet slacks. She straightened, and was centered in the mirror, wearing only the short-sleeved pullover top. He saw her fluff her hair as she looked appraisingly at her reflection.

The top came to her full hips, and he moved his eyes over them, and down to her ebony nest, noting the heart-shape the shallow at the center of the dark curlings gave. Full, tapering thighs flowed down from her hips, and into shapely calves. She turned from the mirror, the yellow beads looping out from her neck, and she dropped loosely onto a white, thick piled pillow-bed, lush, full ass cheeks lifted.

His breathing shallow, he was conscious of the beating of his heart as he watched her curl about upon the pillow-bed, apparently lost in thought. She raised up, and began to lift her pullover from her pliant stomach, baring her tiny navel. The cloth pulled up from the full globes of her tits, from her dusky pink areolas, and from the shallow-tipped, wide nubs of her nipples. His cock was throbbing.

Tossing the top aside, she sat with her legs curled, and slowly ran one hand through the dark waves of her hair. She looked down at the discarded shirt-blouse, and put it back on. The collarless garment fell to the sides of her tits, it and the double loop of beads that were curved down between her breasts framing their delectable curves. She sat with her legs crossed, idly toying with her muff.

His rigid length strained against his slacks, and he was aware of how dry his mouth was. He glanced over, and, saw that the twins were again seated, Alex's hand under Alma's. skirt, Alma's hand in Alex's pants. Both were staring toward the mirror.

Kelly removed the beads and the shirt-blouse, and lifted a pearl choker. She stood up, wearing only the choker, and pivoted before the mirror, her eyes joining his and the twins' in moving over the sensuous curves of her body. The deep cleavage of her ass widened toward the base of the rich cheeks. She moved out of view for a moment, and then reappeared, wearing a thin-strapped camisole and matching panties. She frowned at the mirror, and started to push the panties down from her cradling hips, dropping back to the pillow-bed as the cloth moved below her hive. Her eyes closing, she slowly moved her hands over her hips, and in toward her cunny, sliding her fingertips through the thicket of dark curlings.

He swallowed hard as he watched Kelly unhurriedly caressing herself, the question as to whether or not she knew he was watching not even occurring to him. He glanced over, and saw that the twins were still fondling one another as they watched their aunt.

The corners of Kelly's furled lips curled upward, and a little shiver ran through her as her fingers moved against the damp lips of her sex. He rubbed the heel of his hand against the aching arousal of his shaft. She rolled over, presenting him with a view of the luxuriant pillow of her ass, her hands moving against her nook as her hips rocked atop them. He saw her fingers curling against her splay, her juices gleaming from them. Her shoulders bunched, and her face lifted, her mouth widening as an orgasm went through her.

She went limp, her shoulders heaving with her ragged breathing, and he looked over to see the twins smiling at them, their eyes clouded with arousal. Their eyes lowered, and his followed them to the rise of his prick. He could only smile as they looked back at him.

He heard a sound from the veranda, and looked back to see Kelly moving toward him with a slow, sensuous gait. The dark bluegray eyes held his: She had donned a light robe of brown decorated with gold designs, the pearl choker replaced by a gold tore. She stopped, and looked down into his eyes for long moments, her tits rising and falling beneath the robe.

"Well, have you decided?" she asked, the soft purr of her voice going with the feline eyes that held his.

"Yes," he nodded, his voice tight.

"I'm glad to hear that," she smiled, and she opened the robe.

"So am I," he smiled back as the cloth fell open from the insides of her wide tits, from her stomach, and from her cunny.

She had removed the camisole and panties, and now wore only a single stocking.

"Your pants seem a bit tight," she said straight-faced as he stared at the lightly tanned firmness of her stomach, and. at her dark muff.

She leaned forward from the waist, and the robe fell away from her body. She pressed her spread hands to his chest, and he moved his hands over the rich expanses of her tits, his thumbs touching the shallow tips of her nipples, the wide nubs now erect. Her hair spilling around her face, she smiled with an elfin quality, and slid his jacket off his shoulders, his hands moving over her stomach and to her waist.

She slipped his tie free, and her long fingers were plucking at his shirt buttons. He inhaled deeply, catching her fragrance while her fingers moved down from his chest to his stomach. The shirt open, she began to unbuckle his belt. He curved his hands to her waist to draw her forward, and she leaned closer. Her eyes holding his, she turned her face, and their lips brushed.

His hands moved to her full hips, and then to her fanny as their mouths pressed together. She put one knee on the couch between his thighs, and their mouths widened around the swirlings of their tongues. His fingers opened as he spread his hands over the lush curves of her ass cheeks, and he murmured as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. The snap of his pants opened, and she was working the zipper down, the backs of her curled fingers shifting against the hardness of his prod.

The blood roared in their ears, light flickering behind their closed eyelids as their tongues memorized each other's textures and contours, their tastes filling each other's mouth. His hands moved up and down over the satin-smooth globes, the silk of the robe shifting against the backs of his hands. His breath caught as her hands turned against his stomach, and then her straightened fingers were sliding down against the outsides of his abdomen, and into his opened pants.

His stomach tightened as she caressed it and his abdomen, and his flesh burned against her caresses. His hands moved down the outsides of her thighs, feeling her smooth flesh with one hand and the stocking with the other. Her fingertips pressed against the outsides of his sac, working down between it and the inner tops of his thighs. His balls shifted against one another, and her fingers were curving down under them, lifting them against the underside of his burning staff.

Her fingers flexed beneath his nuts, her thumbs pressed against the base of his shaft, rubbing it and his hair as she licked his tongue. His thoughts swimming, he lifted his hands to cup her face, moving his tongue deeper. Her fingers came forward, and slipped from under his sac as her thumbs worked against the top of his shaft. Her fingers slid against his dorsal vein, and she began to slowly work his cock out from under his pants. His knob slid up against his thigh, the cloth of the slacks chafing it, and sending flickerings of electricity through his length.

Her thumb working against the top of his prick, her fingers curled around it tightly, and her other hand curved down under his balls again to roll his balls in her palm. Their lips twisted together around the lashings of their tongue. One hand cupping her face, he moved the other down over the ripe globes of her tits, along her stomach, and between her opened legs. The knee between his thighs twisted against the couch, his hand moving over her rich mound.

His rod came free of his pants, and she let it jut up into the air, slipping free of her hand. Her fingers drifted over it, and her other hand eased his balls up from his pants and out. Both breathing raggedly, their lips pulled free, and they looked at one another with lidded eyes.

She straightened, and looked down, seeing her own fingers moving over his bulbous knob and upper shaft, and his fingertips shifting against her pulsing slit. She raised her eyes, and smiled up at him, her knee slipping from the couch. She took a step back, and murmured as her cunny moved back from his touch He watched her tits rise and fall, and then she was easing down to one knee, her cunt lips just visible through her muff as they shifted with the movement.

She slid her hands along his legs, her eyes on the spire of his cock. Without looking at them, she removed his shoes, and then she was caressing his socks from his feet, lifting them in both hands. His breathing labored, he looked down at her beautiful face, her long lashes veiling her eyes, her succulent lips parted.

His socks off, she slid her hands up inside his pants, running them over his calves. His body sweltering with arousal, he. looked toward the twins. Their hands moved with slow, deliberate patterns beneath the skirt and slacks, their eyes on him and Kelly. Alex's fingers came out from under the skirt, Alma's juices gleaming from them, and they were sucked into Alex's mouth.

Kelly straightened off her knees, and her hands moved up over his legs to his hips, and he watched through blurred eyes as she lowered her face. He swallowed hard as her breath fluttered against his swollen knob, and her lips just touched it in a kiss almost as light as the touch of her breath. Her hands curved to his hips, and his hips lifted as she worked his pants downward.

He moistened his lips, her mouth remaining just above his cock's head as she lowered his slacks. The pants slipped out from under his engorged balls, and he felt the couch against his ass. Her hands slid the pants down his thighs, her elbows pushing the open robe back from her full tits and her waist.

Sitting back toward her heels, she slid the pants down his calves, her eyes on the rise of his tool. She slipped the slacks from his feet, and his legs were free. Her hands moving up his now bare legs, she leaned forward as she raised up from the knees. Her hands and forearms slid up his thighs, and her lush tits were sliding up along the insides as her mouth moved back toward his throbbing member.

Her hands and forearms moved out to the sides of his thighs, and her head turned to the side so that she could kiss his legs. Her soft lips moved over his fevered flesh, the silkiness of her hair shifting against it. One tit and then the other pressed against the inside of one thigh and then the other. He groaned softly, his fingers sliding through the dark spill of her hair.

She slid her hands up and down from his hips to his knees, her tongue gliding over the insides of his thighs, moving higher and higher until his weighted sac was before her mouth. She stretched her tongue out, skimming the fine hairs of his scrotum, and his ass tightened against the couch as flickerings of heat went through him, his root tightening beneath and under his sac.

She touched the tip of her pink tongue to the seam of his sac, and eased it down, the taut blade curving under and pushing up between his balls until the tip pressed against his root at the base of his sac. His teeth indented his lower lip, his hands tightening around. her head. Her mouth and nose were against his balls, and she began to work her tensed tongue upward, following his root through his scrotum, moving up toward the base of his burning rod.

His shoulders pushing back, he let his head drop atop the back of the couch, his eyes closing to the tidal shiftings of pleasure going through him. Her tongue flicked up against his dorsal vein, and her lips were pressing to the base of his shaft in a turning kiss, her lips flexing against him as her chin shifted against his nuts. Her hands gripped the tops of his thighs, the outsides of her tits moving against the insides of them.

She slid her hands in, and the heels touched at the top of his sac, her fingers stretching up along the sides of his rigid staff. The centers of her heels pressed against the base of his cock, her hands pressing in against it as her fingertips stretched up toward his knob. Holding his rod in place, she began to move her lips slowly upward, nuzzling them against his dorsal vein, her tongue's tip tightening and loosening against it. Her chin; moved up from his sac, her lips rising higher and higher until she was kissing the cleft of his knob.

His lips pulled back from his clenched teeth, his eyes screwing shut as her lips moved up over his cock's head, and around it, the softness of her mouth sending waves of heat down through his length. Her tongue slid against the minute lips, the tip twisting to open them and move against the pink interior. His feet pulled against the carpeting, his thighs pressing in against her sides.

He gasped, his mouth opened, and his head lifted from the couch as her mouth encased his knob, her tongue flowing over it. His eyes squinted, he looked down as she sucked at his head, her hands rolling his shaft between them. His feet lifted, and he moved their insides over the lush pillows of her ass, the silk robe sliding over them.

Vertigo spinning his thoughts, he looked past Kelly, and saw that the twins were standing up. He could see the top of Alex's pubic hair above the loosened pants, which rode low on the girl's hips. Alma brushed her hair back with a dreamy look as Alex raised her bulky knit sweater, and the thinner turtleneck beneath it. Their aunt's lips moving under the rim of his cock's head, he watched as the sweaters moved up from the light, forward curve of her stomach, the navel curving out level with it from the rounded socket. Kelly's lips tightened and loosened around the top of his shaft, her tongue working against the cleft of his knob, and her lips. began to shift downward.

His eyes screwed shut as energy went through his prod and up his spine, Kelly's mouth turning from side to side as it moved down around his thickness, her tongue strumming his dorsal vein. He opened his eyes to see Alma standing with her arms raised above her head as Ales moved the sweaters up over the subtle rises of her blossoming breasts. The soft domes pulled taut due to her arms being raised; he looked at the wide nubs of her pink nipples.

His vision went in and out of focus, the blood roaring in his ears as Kelly's mouth tightened and loosened around him, his knob sliding against the roof of her mouth. Her hands flowed over his thighs, and down under his sac to roll his balls in her palms, her heels together. Her hair flowed against his abdomen and stomach. Her cheeks drew in, and his feet tightened against her ass, which was moving from side to side as she sucked and licked his cock.

Alma leaned forward from the waist as Ales drew the sweaters over her head, and she lifted her face, turning her eyes toward Wayne as Alex slid the garments from her arms. Her tits tapered into the soft, oval discs of her areolas, her nipples swollen. She smiled, and he gave her a drunken smile before his eyes again closed to the heat going through his loins. Kelly's mouth began to rise and fall around him, her cheeks drawn in, his shaft sliding against the roof of her mouth as her tongue flashed against the underside of his shaft.

His feet slid up over her ass to the small of her back, lifting the robe from the rich cheeks, baring them to the eyes of the twins. She continued to roll his balls against one another as she drew her tightened mouth up till her lips were against the rim of his knob, and then she loosened her hold to plunge back down around him. He groaned, his head dropping back atop the couch. His hips lifted, the inner arches of his feet curving to the tops of her now bared hips.

A hand moved over his chest, pushing his shirt and jacket back, and then another hand was there. Letting his hands slip from Kelly's head, he opened his eyes, and saw Alma kneeling beside him on the couch. Her dark brown eyes sparkled, her rounded cheeks dimpling, and she began to slide the shirt and jacket down his arm. Other hands began to move the clothes from the other arm and shoulder, and he turned his head to see Alex smiling at him from behind the couch, leaning over it to push the shirt and jacket down so that Alma could slip them from his hands.

His heart pounding as Kelly's mouth continued to move up and down his throbbing rod, he looked back to Alma. She looked down at her Aunt's bobbing head, and moved one hand over tie waves of dark hair, the other hand sliding over his chest. He looked at the pert rises of her cats with their thick nipples, straining to keep his eyes open. She looked back at him, and smiled as she saw him looking at her breasts. Her hand moved from his chest to his wrist, and she lifted his hand to her breasts, arching them toward him.

Every nerve ending sizzling, he curved his hand to the softness of her breast, feeling the hard peg of her nipple against his palm, and she leaned forward to kiss him as he caressed her. Her tongue flowed into his mouth, her taste sweet, and he murmured in ecstasy, his other hand lifting to her. waist. Kelly's mouth tightened and loosened as it stopped its rise and fall, and her fingers pushed down to knead his root as her palms continued to roll his nuts. He groaned into the girl's mouth, feeling Alex's hands moving over his shoulders and chest, Alex's lips moving from his face to his ear to tongue it.

His hand dropping from Alma's tit, he slid both hands down over the wide ovals of her ass, pulling her against him, and her tits pressed against his chest. Kelly's mouth pulled at him insistently, tightening and loosening, tightening and loosening, her tongue stroking his dorsal vein as her fingers stroked his root. His balls shifted in her palms, his spend straining for release. Alex's tongue turned in his ear, Alma's moving over his. His fingers crimped Alma's skirt, lifting it as he caressed her tush, and his fingertips were against the undersides of her ass cheeks. He moved them inward, and she groaned into his mouth as he caressed the silky ovals.

He groaned, the throbbing of his tool quickening to Kelly's mouthing, and his mouth pulled free of Alma's, his joined fingertips pressing in against the base of her cunny. Her mouth lifted to his other ear, and the twins' tongues moved in each ear as he felt the girl's silky pubes, and the dampness of her furrow with one hand, the other dropping to Kelly's head as he twisted on the couch, his mind flashing with arousal.

His flushed face lifted, his mouth widening as his eyes screwed shut. The tongues of the twins turned in his ears, and Kelly's flashed against the underside of his cock, her mouth beginning to rise and fall again. Their hands moved over him, caressing his shoulders, chest, and his balls and root. His brain spun as he was seized by rapture. His one hand shook against Alma's ass, his fingers tensed against her plump box, his other hand lifting to cup Alex's head, and his body arched, his hips thrusting, his feet gripping Kelly's waist as she pulled his juices from him. He cried out hoarsely, the throbbing becoming a pounding that beat through to the center of his brain.

He was dimly aware of Alma moaning as his hand shook against her mound, but his brain was reverberating with ecstasies as his spend blasted free. Kelly sucked hard, her hands moving faster at his root. He groaned breathlessly, his tool jerking within her mouth, and his spunk was hosing into her mouth as he came, all consciousness of his body's actions or where he was lost in the overwhelming release.

Gradually, he became aware of Kelly's lips moving gently around his shaft as the pulsing within it slowed. Sprawled back on the couch, he moistened his lips, his heart pounding against his chest as he sought to slow his breathing. Kelly's mouth drew back, and he was aware of her moving back from the couch.

His head clearing, he opened his eyes. Sitting back against her heels, Kelly smiled at him, the opened robe hanging down outside her breasts and her hips. Ales held two filled wine glasses, and she took one. His clothes having been put aside, Alma was laying a robe across the couch, the collar and cuffs black while the white of the rest was interwoven with large, geometric patterns of black and green. Nodding, he took the other wine glass, which Ales offered.

Looking at Kelly over the rim of the glass, he realized that she had moved back a bit while he had been drifting in the wake of his climax. He lowered the glass as the twins moved between him and Kelly, and he watched them kneel down while moving his legs further apart. His semi-flaccid tool lay over the top of one thigh, a thin coating of his spend upon it, and a small smear of it gleamed upon his leg. The twins moved their hands over his thighs as they leaned forward, and he felt the softness of one of Alma's tits against one leg.

Sipping her wine, Kelly smiled as his eyes squinted. His breath caught, the tongues of the twins drifting over his staff, and then they were licking his taste from it, their inside hands caressing his balls as their outer hands moved over his hips. He moved his fingers through their soft hair, his other hand holding the glass as he rested it atop the couch. Their tongues moved to the come on his thigh, and they skimmed it up, then lifting together, their tongues painting one another's with his jism. He took a sip of wine, watching their tongues dance together.

Smiling drunkenly, the twins looked at one another, and leaned back over his groin. His prod shifted, hardening. Alma slid her tongue under his knob, and she sucked, her lips nuzzling as she drew it into her mouth. Her lips closing around the top of his shaft, she raised her face to draw his trunk taut, and Alex's mouth opened against the side of it. Their tongues moved against him, Alma sucking at his knob as Alex sucked his shaft, their hands continuing to move over his root and balls.

Kelly set her glass aside, and leaned forward. He looked down with glazed eyes, watching her lift Alma's skirt and roll it up under the waistband to bare the wide ovals of her ass, and then work Alex's pants down from the rounder ovals of her tush. His rod stiffening, Alma took in more of his shaft, Alex's mouth widening around the side of it. Kelly moved her hands over their ass cheeks, and down between their thighs to caress them, and they murmured around and against his now erect cock. Their asses moved from side to side as their aunt stroked them, and they sucked harder and licked faster.

His breathing ragged, he closed his eyes to savor the sensations, and then opened them as the twins' mouths left him They smiled up at him, licking their lips as they curled their hands around his staff as if choosing a batter. Kelly already standing, they too stood, and they took his hands as Kelly picked up the robe and took his glass.

He and the twins swaying, Kelly slipped the robe up his arms and over his shoulders. He turned to face her, his hands going to her waist. Her swollen tits pressed against his chest, and his knob skimmed up along her stomach until the underside of his shaft was pressed against her. Their arms going around one another beneath their robes, they kissed, and their tongues stretched into each other's mouth.

She twisted her stomach against his cock, caressing it with her silky flesh as his hands moved down to cup the rich orbs of her ass, his fingertips following the widening of its cleavage to its base. Her tits rubbed against his chest as they murmured into each other's mouth.

Kneeling behind him and Kelly, the twins slipped beneath the robes, and they moved their hands up the couple's legs as. they pressed their lips to their asses. His and Kelly's hips pressed tighter as the twins' lips and tongues moved over their buttocks, their hands sliding up between their legs to caress his balls and her slit. The couple's tongues moved faster, the girls caressing her damp cleave and his swollen balls.

His and Kelly's lips pulling apart, they looked at one another with lidded eyes, their hands tightening against one another as Alma and Alex continued to tongue and caress them. Their breathing deepening, they in. haled and exhaled together, his chest and her tits rising against each other. They slid their hands down from one another's ass, and stroked the tops of the girls' heads. Their hips arching, his cock slid up and down against her stomach, the top of her slit tightening and loosening against the top of his sac.

Their breaths fluttering over his and Kelly's asses, the twins leaned back, continuing to caress the couple as they caught their breaths. Alma and Alex slipped out from under the robes, and they sat on the edge of the sofa, their arms around one another's waist as they looked up at their aunt and Wayne, their free hands going to each other's groin.

He kissed Kelly's face, his hands on her hips, and they moved to the wide, backless couch by the door to the veranda. They kissed again, and then he moved around her as she knelt on the couch, his hands moving upward as his lips moved to her ear. He knelt behind her, one foot on the floor, and slipped the robe from her shoulders. She turned her face, and their lips met.

He caressed the robe down her arms, and then let it slip down around her forearms and over her hands as he slid his hands up under her, breasts. Their lips just touching, their tongues brushed as he pulled his hands up from under her tits, raising them high on her chest until his palms were sliding up over her shallow-tipped nipples.

Her back pressing against his chest, they each turned from the waist, and their mouths pressed tighter. He leaned forward as he slid his legs back, and he eased her down onto her back as he stretched out beside her. Their lips parted, and he looked down into her lidded eyes, his legs off the end of the couch.

"Um, but the girls're going to love having you as their teacher," she murmured as he slid one hand over her cheek, the other at. her shoulder, and she shifted, her heels puling against the couch as his hand moved down over her full breasts.

"From those pictures, I'm not 'sure they need much teaching," he smiled, and he touched kisses to her face before moving to her breasts.

Her hands tightened and loosened in the sleeves of the robe as his kisses moved in toward her arousal swollen areolas, and then over the dusky pink petals. Her feet pulled upward, her knees lifting, and his lips closed around one nipple and then the other, collaring the wide nubs as his tongue turned in their shallow tips. She groaned, her body arching between shoulders and hips to press her tits closer to his mouth. One hand still at her head, the other a slid down her waist as his kisses moved back and forth from one tit to the other before moving down her taut stomach.

His hand slid over one full hip, and her head pushed back as he kissed her stomach, and tongued her small navel. She slipped one hand free of the robe, and slid it up under his chest, where it tightened and loosened as he kissed her abdomen. He slid further onto the couch, and her full, tapering thighs widened as his lips brushed the shallow at the center of her muff's top. His hand moved up one taut thigh, and his tongue slid through the ebony nest.

Her eyebrows lifted above her closed eyes, and her mouth opened as his tongue caressed her mound, moving down till his cheeks were against the insides of her thighs, and then back up without touching her tremoring slit. Her hand opened and closed against his stomach; and her face turned to his other hand. She kissed his palm, tonguing it, and she sucked at his fingers while he continued to lick and to now kiss her full pubes.

His lungs filled with her perfume, he kissed her furrow, tasting her sweet flavor. She gasped, her hips rising as heat surged through her, and her face turned from his hand. He moved it to her breasts, caressing the lush globes as he kissed her cunt lips, his tongue flicking between them. Her heels pushed against the couch, her shoulders going back, and her cunny pressed against his mouth. He thrust his tongue deep, and she cried out with pleasure, her one hand clutching at his abdomen as the other lifted to press his hand tighter around one tit, her nipples burning.

His chin against the top of her muff, his lips were at the top of her cleave, his upper lip pulling against the aching throb of her clit, and he brought his tongue up against the blazing pearl. She inhaled sharply, her hands tightening until his fingers indented her tit, and her depths flashed with joy as his tongue set her clit ablaze.

She shook against him, her head moving from side to side, and he eased the movements of his tongue as she went limp. Kissing the rigid node, he lifted his face, and pushed up onto one elbow, his rigid tool jutting out just above her head. She looked at him with blurred eyes, and smiled weakly.

"I've just got a taste for teaching," he said, and she grinned.

"And for fucking?" she asked in a purring whisper.

He sat up, looked down into her face for a moment, and stood up beside her. She moved her eyes to the hard rise of his cock, and he slipped out of the robe as she reached up to slide her hand along his engorged length.

"Let's see if it's to your taste," he said, and she let go reluctantly so that he could ease down between her spread legs, the twins silently watching.

She moved her hands along his waist as he leaned forward onto his hands, and they kissed deeply, his knob shifting against her stomach, which she moved against it caressingly. Her hands moved down to his hips, and over his buttocks, pulling down as she urged him to enter her. Her heels pulled up toward her ass, and her damp nook opened wide as her knees moved outward. Their lips parted, and she lifted her pulsing nest against the weights of his balls, and they slid down her furrow.

"You're sure?" he asked straight faced.

"Yes, you bastard," she laughed tightly, and he shrugged.

"Okay," he smiled, and he lifted his hips quickly, pushing off his hands and feet, and his knob slid down and up from her stomach.

He arched his hips, and his cock's head was pressing into the liquid heat of her quim. Her fingers pulling at his buttocks, she murmured as he shifted his bulbous mob in the sleekness of her splay, and he closed his eyes, savoring the wet silklike caress before easing up into her channel.

Her legs pulled in against his hips as her hands pulled. Her head pushed back, she trembled as, her recesses reverberated with rapture. He slid deeper and deeper, moving higher and higher. Her box tightened and loosened around him, her hips rocking. His weight on his knees and hands, he drew back a little, and then went fully up into her, his knob sliding over her cervix.

Her hands pulled up to the small of his back, and her feet lifted till her heels were against the bases of his ass cheeks. Her hips bucked against his, her nook clutching wildly at him. Her hands pulled up his back, her nails scraping his flesh as she arched her body to thrust her tits against his chest. Their mouths met, and their lips twisted around the lashings of their tongues. They groaned into each other's mouth as their loins writhed together, his cock thrusting and turning within the rocking clutchings of her underbelly.

She gripped the points of his shoulders as their lips pulled apart. Gasping, her eyes were screwed shut. His shaft shifted beneath her clit, his hips pushed high, and the pulse of her pearl rocketed, melding with the throbbings of her depths. Her mouth widened, her body shaking as waves of ecstasy swept through her, her brain filled with brightness.

Her body stiffened, her head pushing back, and her hips bucked and twisted, her cunt pulling hotly at his cock as she came. His lips pulled back from his teeth, his hands gripping the bed as he inhaled deeply, fighting to hold back.

She moaned slowly, and her feet slipped down to the couch, and her legs slid down and out. Her grip on his shoulders loosening, she gasped for breath, her cunny quivering around him. Smiling, he kissed her flushed face, and she smiled dreamily.

With a murmur, she pushed to one side, and he slid his hands under her, holding her to him as he rolled over. Her tits pressed out against his chest, she kissed his lips, her fingers sliding through his hair. Lifting her face, she slid her knees upward, and she sat up atop his hips. Her eyelashes flickered as his rod moved within her, and she shifted her fanny against his balls, tightening her vaginal muscles around the hard prod that was now deeper within her still trembling depths.

He slid his hands up her taut thighs, his nostrils flaring as she slowly turned her tightened nook around him. Her eyes lifted from his, and she smiled. He pushed his head back, and looked up to see Alma moving onto the couch so that she could kneel over his head. She had removed the skirt, and he looked up at her plump pubes, the shallow between them damp: Dark curlings thinned out at her slit, and disappeared halfway down it to be replaced by flecks of down. The length between shoulders and hips seemed short in relation to her hips and her long legs. She smiled, her cheeks dimpling.

He looked at Kelly, whose movements continued as before, and she smiled. Grinning, he looked back up at Alma, and he slid his hands up her long, rounded thighs before slipping his arms behind her knees. The wide ovals of her fanny and the ripeness of her mound eased downward, and he kissed the dewy furrow. The girl murmured, and he slid his hands over her ass as he kissed her hive breathlessly, Kelly tightening and loosening around his throbbing length.

He felt the couch shift as Alex moved onto it, and he felt the twin move over him to stand before Kelly. He heard Alex moan as Kelly's lips and tongue went into motion. Alex's feet against his sides, he moved his tongue up into the sweetness of Alma's cleave, his hips rocking against Kelly as he thrust within her.

The twins moaned as he and Kelly went down on them while continuing to ball. His taste buds inundated with the girl's delicious nectar, he was breathing raggedly, his come boiling as he twisted and thrust. Kelly's hands gripped the naked Alex's ass tightly as she sucked and licked her clit, her depths expanding and contracting as her hips thrust back and forth, her underbelly gripping his thick length as the top of his shaft stroked beneath the raging pulse of her clit.

Alma gripped Alex's hips, pressing her face to the tightened buttocks and Kelly's hands, and she reached down as she came to caress the top of her aunt's slit and the top of Wayne's shaft, moving the woman's pearl more directly against the thick trunk.

The girl's hands quickening the pulse surging through her, Kelly's mouth moved voraciously, and Alex was coming too, shaking and groaning, only Kelly's and Alma's holds keeping Alex from falling. Her mind spinning, Kelly's orgasms began to merge, and her hips moved wildly atop him, her cunny spasming. He groaned into Alma's quaking box as the convulsions of Kelly's splay pulled his come free.

The twins dropped to the side to lean against one another and the wall, and they watched through glazed eyes as the couple came, Kelly gripping his sides as he gripped her hips. His mouth pulled wide, his forehead lining as vol came heat went through him, his rod pistoning within Kelly's depths. Her face moved from side to side, her hair flashing around it as the convulsions of her depths and the pulse of her clit merged into an intense seizure of ecstasy. Their hips bucked together, his prod jerking within.her, his jism blasting free to fountain up into her roiling depths.

Paroxysms of joy going through them, their gasps stopped as their breaths caught. His cock's spasms began to ease, and the grippings of her nook slowed, their minds voided of anything but their bliss. Her knees slid back, and she dropped atop him, both murmuring as they weakly embraced.

"Well, I think he passed the entrance exam," they dimly heard Alex say.

"Yes, I think he can fill the position," Alma agreed, both of them grinning

"He can sure fill me," Kelly murmured, and she and Wayne hugged one another, the twins leaning forward to kiss and caress them.

Freshmen at the school Wayne would be working at, Jenni and Kay shared a room – all the students paired off. Jenni had tawny, light-brown hair cut just short of her slender, defined shoulders, and her eyes were a dark blue. Her slender torso widened into rich, high hips, curving back with the small of her back and her wide stomach.

Flipping through a copy of Glamour, she sipped her glass of apricot nectar. Listening to a Bee Gees album, Kay was stretched out on her back, wearing the stereo earphones, and a long beige blouse, the puffed sleeves gathered at the cuffs. Strawberry-blonde hair reached to the middle of her back, the shadowed areas almost a sable color. Golden brown eyes stared up at the ceiling, framed with light brown lashes. The slender furl of her upper lip and the wide fullness of her lower lip were parted as she silently sang along.

Jenni stood up, putting the magazine and the glass aside, and she removed her T-shirt, the wideset, outward-pointing ovals of her tits pulling taut. Dusky pink nipples pointed upward from the discs of her areolas, her navel a deep-set slot. She picked the glass up, and opened her bellbottomed jeans absently as she wandered around the room. She leaned against the wall, taking a sip of the nectar as she stared off: Her shoulders back, her long torso curved forward to her rich, high hips, widening into them. Her arms long, her free hand rested against one thigh. She wore no panties, and the top of her chestnut muff showed in the, opening of the jeans.

Jenni moved into the bathroom, and she slipped slowly out of the jeans, Kay's eyes half-focused as she looked toward her, the ennui of the girls a palpable sultriness. Her legs long, Jenni's thighs tapered down from her hips, her calves slender and shapely. The backward curve of her hips accenting the outthrust globes of her ass, they in turn joined with her long, full thighs in accenting the girlish slenderness of her torso. Her fingers laced, she rested her wrists against the tops of her thighs, her hands concealing the filled-in Y of her muff. She stared off, and then turned her eyes toward Kay.

"Think I'm going to take a bath," Jenni said absently as Kay removed the earphones, the record finished.

"Um," Kay nodded, and she pushed herself up, wideset breasts pushing against the blouse.

After a moment, Jenni moved out of Kay's line of vision, and the sound of running water filled the room. Kay yawned, and lifted her arms high as she stretched The blouse falling just above the tops of her rounded. thighs, she stood up, and the sunlight silhouetted her body through the loose blouse, her hips full. She sat back against the window sill, rubbing the back of her hand under the rounded tip of her lightly curved nose. She looked down at the nudges her nipples made against the blouse, and she drew it up from the firm fullness of her stomach with its raised navel, and from the russet curlings curving across from the tops of her thighs and down between them, just leaving the outsides of her mound bare.

She curved the blouse up over her breasts, and field it there with one hand as she looked down at them. Still developing, their shapes were between globes and cones, as if not yet having decided which form to take. The light rises of her soft, pinkish tan areolas were, the settings of tapering, flat-tipped nipples that accented the conical quality of her tits. She ran her index finger over one nipple, and it stiffened. Smiling, she pulled the tip of the finger up from just over the nipple, drawing it up at an angle. She inspected both tits until she finally grew bored, and she let the blouse drift back down around the tops of her thighs.

The water was shut off, and Kay looked toward the bathroom. She wandered over to it, and sat against the sink, watching as Jenni stepped into the tub, and sat down. Sunlight coming from the window above the tub gleamed in the water that lapped against the porcelain. Leaning back, Jenni looked toward her, and their eyes held, both remaining still in the silent room.