Morris DeCat - Sweet Virgin_s Caress

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.