I first knew I was not alone when I heard a low giggle. It came from somewhere to the left of where I was lying, and it sounded very much like that of a young girl's. It was really very much a giggle of someone who was contemplating mischief.
I had been lying in the dark for some time now, so I had gotten fairly used to it, as I had the daily routine. The giggle... now, that was something different. It just never happened. Nor did what I was to hear next.
"Shhh!" whispered another voice as the giggler continued announcing her presence in my room. "Mel! Keep it down, will you?"
At the mention of the name, I remembered how Lucy had told me about her nieces' proposed visit. She had asked me if I minded... of course I wasn't about to object to two 18-year-old twins paying their aunt a visit. Apparently they had arrived without much fuss -- I had not heard as much as a pin drop before the giggle -- and were now in my room.
Not that I was in a position to mind. I had been lying here in the dark for quite some time, and I was really quite surprised that two weeks had passed since Lucy had mentioned the twins to me. Melody and Melissa, if I remembered correctly, were born and raised in a small farm somewhere out in... out in... I couldn't for the life of me remember which town it was Lucy had mentioned... but apparently, their parents were very strict with them and this was their first time away from home. Lucy had told me just how much persuading it had taken for the girls' parents to even consider allowing them to visit, but Lucy said she had been persistent. The poor girls had not had much of life as teenagers, according to Lucy, and she felt it was her duty as aunt to at least give them an inkling of life outside of their one-horse town.
I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. Children raised under such conditions will naturally try their level best to enjoy their freedom when their leashes are removed. I remembered the scrapes I had gotten into just days after my own father's death. Still, I wondered what it was they had come into my room for. What were they planning to do? Were they curious about what their aunt did for a living? Or were they just exploring the place and happened to stop by to see what was here?
While I pondered the rationale for their intrusion, I was shocked to feel the covers suddenly being drawn down, exposing my body to the cool air-conditioned air. Shit. I wasn't dressed, not since I'd had my last bath. The girls would see...
"There, see?" whispered one girl. "I told you!" I winced, embarrassed that Lucy's young nieces had seen me in such a state of undress. Worse, because of the medication I had been given, I knew I sported a massive erection that would not go down. It hadn't been down in weeks, I should add, and wasn't likely to anytime soon. Good thing they were of age or this would have been a real shocker for them. Or so I thought.
"Wow! That's big!" whispered the other girl, and I heard movement to my side, followed by a slight sinking of the bed on the side where I had heard their voices. At least one of the girls was climbing onto the bed! I gritted my teeth, a little angry at their temerity, but was further shocked when I felt her straddle my chest, smooth bare skin against my cool body. At the same moment I realized this, I felt her hardened nipples scraping against my abdomen and her warm breath on my cock. Clearly, the girl was naked as the day she was born. What in the world was the little imp doing, coming into my room stark naked?
"Too bad you can't see this fresh pussy right in front of you," came the teasing voice from somewhere near my prick. "Here, smell it!"
I felt her move and suddenly something soft and moist brushed against my chin. God help me, I could certainly smell it. It was fresh and earthy, the way a juicy pussy smells on a young girl. She seemed to be wagging her butt at me because I could feel her wiry hair brush against my nose several times, leaving a heavenly scent of wet musk in my nostrils.
I was almost in tears, remembering all the young pussies I had fucked, the young girls who were eager, willing and all-too-wet to please me to even wait for the door to close before they dropped their wet panties on the floor. Oh my Lord. What a life I'd led, what wonderful memories I'd made, what beautiful and sweet girls I'd made love to... and oh, how much I'd give just to see these two teens in their naked glory.
While I reminisced, the girls appeared to be examining my cock because I could feel two warm gusts of breath on my erection. The nearness of the pussy to my nose certainly didn't help make things any easier for me or my cock, and I wondered if I would have had as much patience with this little tease in my younger days. No, I would most likely have grabbed her and plowed into her in one motion before she could even squeal.
But I was no longer the young buck, so I had to wait to see what the naughty twins intended. Fortunately, I had not had to wait long -- the girls' parents must have been really strict with them, they were so impatient -- before the one on top of me made the first move.
She suddenly sat up, giving me an idea of how wet she was down there -- she left a wet spot in the middle of my chest as she moved her limbs about and straddled my waist. Then she leaned forward, pushing her groin back down towards my pubis, until I felt something wet and slippery press up against my erection. I felt a hand reach down and hold my cock in position. I'm not sure, but I think she was pressing it into the narrow space between her thighs. Then she let go and leaned forward, lying on top of me while her legs moved back. At that point, my mind was racing: What was she planning to do? Was she really going to..?
She answered my question immediately by vigorously rubbing her slit up against me. I don't know how she did it. I think it was a combination of hip and leg movements that kept my cock in place between those soft velvety cushions that were rubbing so enticingly on my straining erection. Oh Lord, give me eyes to see. Was that why she had come into my room naked? She wanted to...
"Mel, how is it?" her sister whispered, interrupting my thoughts. "Is it really better than old Woody?" For a moment, I imagined a sexy young thing named either Melissa or Melody lying on her back, her legs wrapped round the hips of an old man named Woody in some deserted barn. The girl rubbing herself on me spoke up, dispelling the thought.
"Huh... huh... uhh... umm... mmm... this is... mmm... much... better... than any... old... toy..." she gasped as she rubbed her liquid split up and down my prick. Her pussy was soft and certainly juicy... it squished with every move she made, and I could feel her fluids running down the stem of my cock, onto my balls. Oh God. I must be in Hell now. So near, yet so far... her pussy was right against my cock, but I was nowhere near where I wanted my prick to go. The smell, the sensations, the rhythmic liquid sounds... it was enough to drive a man crazy.
I was surprised by how quickly Mel on top seemed to be reaching her peak -- after only a short while, she began panting and gasping loudly, even as she escalated the movement of her groin against my aching cock. The wet squelching sounds came quicker and louder. I cursed myself for not being in a position to reach up and feel her soft breasts or grab her young butt so that I could ram my cock into her sex.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oooooooooooohhhhh! OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!" she moaned softly in my ear as she climaxed. Clearly, this Mel was a screamer, and she had done admirably well in suppressing her screams of ecstasy as she came against my now completely wet prong. She shuddered, her fingers grabbing my shoulders, her heaving breasts pressed hard against me. I couldn't tell how big they were, having not had the pleasure of holding them, but I was pretty certain she was relatively well endowed. Good girl. I hate girls with small, crab-apple-sized boobs after all. Mel was certainly a girl who fitted my taste.
"Oh shit... that was incredible," she panted to her sister as she lay on me. "It was much better than old Woody." I surmised that old Woody was the name they had given to their sex toy... and given what she had just done with my old cock, I was pretty sure Woody was a much-used toy too. "I... wait... let me get my breath back first..."
