This was what flashed through my mind as I first set eyes on the Tolliver twins, Teri and Traci. These nineteen year old walking wet dreams were part of a large family of three generations that was in the process of moving into the one vacant house on the street. They had gone exploring and could not resist the open gate on the side of our place. I was so taken by their awesome beauty and seeming innocence that I even forgot about that thing growing from my groin and making a tent out of my pants. Their voices matched their appearance, melodic and when they laughed, the air around them seemed to shimmer. I was immediately and madly in lust with these two angels. Had Candice arrived at this moment in the all-together, I would have ignored her presence, so taken was I by these twin demi-goddesses. On the other hand had it been Marilyn Connor, equally unclothed, I might have tried to drown her in my tiny pool.
Somehow they put me at ease and we chatted as if we were the best of friends. I gave them a brief sketch of Candice and I, leaving out the part about her being a hopeless nymphomaniac. They told me that they were from out of state and when their father was transferred here, the entire family including their parents, grandparents on their mother's side, and an older brother who would be starting graduating school this fall, had picked up and moved to remain together. I couldn't help but notice that they used the words "our loving family" quite a bit in the conversation. Little did I know at the time just how "loving" this group of people would turn out to be.
When the twins took their leave, I was treated to the sight of their firm, perfectly rounded buns twitching from side to side in perfect synchronization as if they were mounted on ball bearings. Moments later my sleeping wife was roused by yours truly in desperate need of some pussy. Even though she called me Nelson and later Mark, I had no pride left by that time. Half asleep or wide awake, Candice could, and often did, deliver some of the best ass on the planet. I gave thanks for this minor blessing, it certainly took the edge off for me and convinced my punchboard of a wife that she had recovered sufficiently to star in tomorrow's sex orgy. As for me, I was still fantasizing about nailing the Tolliver twins the first chance they gave me. Little did I realize I had to pass muster from a number of sources before I even got into the game, let alone scored with them.
That night Candice was much friskier than usual, perhaps anticipating all the cock and strap-ons waiting to warp her insides at tomorrow's couples meeting. She insisted I tie her up good and tight and then do with her whatever I wanted. By the time I finished roping her into what seemed like an armless and legless mound of wide open cunt and easily available asshole, not to mention tying those big tits so they ballooned into purple bowling balls, she was soaking the sheets with pussy juice and dry humping that juicy gash into thin air in hopes that a phantom cock would start banging her brains out. That how-to bondage magazine just paid its first dividend. It was every pervert's dream; a fantastically built, on-demand, quadriplegic, totally reversible and completely yours to do with as you pleased.
I'd just flipped Candice over onto her belly so I could sink my freshly hardened cock between my hot sex-crazed wife's bruised buns, the result of the spanking I'd given her while I rested up after my last assault on her juicing quim, as the Brits like to call it. She had almost made up for about half of the things she had done to me over the last week, and this buggering I was planning for her would continue to whittle away at the debt she had incurred with her long suffering husband. If she behaved herself at the gangbang tomorrow, meaning I got no major complaints about her performance, we'd be starting out with a clean slate for the week.
The first inch of my cock had just slid by her tight sphincter and I was preparing to launch a blitzkrieg on her remaining defenses to open her up for a major reaming before slowing down to enjoy the sensations that my cock would be getting as her buttery butthole wrapped around it like a glove. The attack was in full swing when the phone rang and rang and rang before the answering machine did its thing. I was too busy blasting away the last pockets of resistance to pay much attention to what the voice was saying. Then it penetrated my ass-crazed mind that it was Marilyn Connor on the other end. In a voice dripping with honey she invited Candice and yours truly to a little soiree that she and her husband were planning for midweek. Now that was an interesting turn of events. I wondered what had caused this change of heart. Then I refocused and went to town on the defenseless asshole of my wayward, punchboard of a wife, who at this moment was worth the wear and tear on my psyche.
