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When Twins Go Bad!

By: Vysis



Authors Notes: This story is a little longer than my typical stories, but I didn't want to break it into separate chapters. I'm sorry if you can't make it all the way through without shooting your wad, but I'd appreciate you going to the end and voting anyway. PLEASE! As always, comments are more than welcomed and constructive feedback improves future stories! All characters are at least 18-years-old.

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I met the entire family one night 12 years ago in a little tavern on the edge of town. I was 30 years old at the time. Ronnie and Cheryl Bestul had noticed a stranger sitting at the bar by himself eating fish on a Friday night. In this small Wisconsin farming town of around 300 people, strangers are rare, so they had introduced themselves along with their adorable and quite precocious red headed twins, Victoria and Veronica. I immediately liked them and explained that I had just bought the old Peterson farm about 10 miles north of town. I told them that I was not going to farm, but instead work from home. As a professional technical writer, all I needed was a phone and an internet connection. I had grown weary of the hustle and bustle of New York City, and had picked the Peterson place because it was so isolated and quiet. I loved the old two story farmhouse built in the classic Victorian style so common to the mid-west prairie. The house had been updated through the years, but it still had some old-world charm like a wood burning stove on each level for heating. "Heck," I told them, "a single guy just doesn't need a lot to survive."

I had been raised in the south, but shortly after getting my Ph.D. in Biochemistry I was hired by a big publishing firm in New York. It was great for a single man of 25, but I soon became disenchanted with the rush of the big city. As an only child, when my elderly parents died, I had no family left, and although I was surrounded by millions of people, I felt alone in the city.

My initial inclination was to move back south, but a serendipitous week-long snowshoe holiday with friends to Wisconsin made me fall in love with the state. I loved the down-to-earth friendly people, the slow and steady pace of life so common to rural areas, and most of all, the beautiful Wisconsin outdoors. The next summer, I visited again to make sure that I wasn't kidding myself, and found that I loved the place even more than before. I arranged with the firm to work from home with the agreement I would return to New York at least on a quarterly basis, and bought the Peterson farm the very next month.

The Bestuls and I became fast friends, and Ronnie and Cheryl invited me to their house for every holiday, ensuring that I never had to spend time alone. We grilled out on weekend nights when it was warm, went camping together in the fall once the mosquitoes had died, sat by the fire and laughed during the winter, and even took vacations together in the summer. It was like the family I never had. But when the twins were only 15-years-old, tragedy struck. Ronnie died expectantly one day while milking cows. There had been no warning at all.

Of course, Cheryl and the girls were devastated. I continued to be friends with Cheryl, and although there had never been even a hint of romance between us before Ronnie's death, after about a year we decided to get married. The girls seemed to take it all in stride, and they even called me 'Dad.' We sold their farm along with all their milking herd and they moved in with me. My house was bigger, and the twins could have had their own bedrooms, but I guess 16 years of having a constant roommate and companion led them to share a bedroom in the new house as well. The twins were very close and spent most of their time together.

By then the twins were driving. Our two precious daughters, who had been great students without any issues at all, met some college boys shortly thereafter, and became complete hellions. The 4-year satellite campus of the University of Wisconsin was known for being a party school, and the girls took advantage of their good looks and the many miles of lonely county roads to get into all kinds of trouble. They stopped helping out around the house, started drinking and smoking, and their grades suffered. After a particularly troublesome visit with their high school guidance counselor, Cheryl and I felt like it was time to put an end to their rebellious ways.

"Well, that was fun," Cheryl said to me in the most sarcastic way possible. She reached up to her right and pulled the seatbelt down and across her chest. Cheryl had magnificent boobs that were accentuated by the belt pulling the fabric of her shirt tight as it lay across her chest. At 36-years-old, she still maintained her figure, but was very curvy and quite the woman.

"I know, huh?" I responded. "Baby, we've got to do something before one or both of them end up dead or meth-heads or...whatever."

For the next two years we did everything within reason to try and get the girls to shape up, but nothing we did seemed to work. We took away their car, their cell phones, grounded them for weeks at a time, but still they were constantly getting into trouble. To put it mildly, it was hell.

Then came that night in April of their senior year in high school when the sheriff's car pulled into the driveway around 1 AM and scared us half to death. As usual, it was way past their curfew and we were waiting up to ground them again. Cheryl and I thought that the girls had been killed...or worse. We were so relieved when the deputy opened the rear door and the girls spilled out, obviously quite drunk.

"Girls," I said as calmly as I could, "get cleaned up and go to bed. We'll talk about this in the morning." 

Cheryl led them into the house and I shook hands with the deputy, Jeff Olson. "Jeff, what's going on?"

"Wayne, I'm sorry about having to bring the girls home, but I caught them out by the lake drinking. They're only 18, but they're adults now in the eyes of the law, and frankly, I really should have hauled them over to the drunk tank for the night." The deputy shook his head slowly. "Hell, Wayne, since they lost their father I know they've had a hard time. But, and I'm serious mind you, this is the last time. They're adults now and they need to learn one way or the other that there are consequences to their actions."

"Jeff, I really, really appreciate you doing this for us...for Cheryl...for the girls...hell, for the memory of Ronnie." I paused to regain my composure. "And, I read you loud and clear about this being the last straw. I'm not sure what we're going to do, but we will somehow try to get through to the girls when they sober up."

When I got back into the house, Cheryl was sitting in the living room with her face in her hands, big tears rolling between her fingers. She looked up at me with real pain in her face. "Wayne, what the fuck are we going to do? I know we should just kick them out of the house and tell them they are on their own, but..." she sobbed, "I lost Ronnie. I just can't lose the girls, too."

I sat down beside her and put my arm around her shoulders. I pulled her into me and she placed her head on my shoulder.

I let her calm down a bit and then I said, "Well, we've tried everything...except...I'm not sure how to say this." I was really nervous. "I've got an idea, but it is extreme."

"What, Wayne? What?" She picked her head up and looked me in the eye.

"Cheryl, what extremes are you willing to endure to try and get the girls to shape up?"

"Anything," she said. "Anything."

"Cheryl, I'm serious. I really need to know that you'll back me up no matter what it takes...how far I have to take it to get through to them."

"Wayne, I love you and trust you completely. I know you love the twins, too. We've tried everything I can think of to try and discipline them, so if you have a better idea, I'd like to hear it."

"Okay, but hear me out before you decide. I'd like to try some serious discipline. That would include grounding and hard chores of course, but would also include spankings and other penalties designed to break them down and humiliate them. Once we get them under control, we can slowly build them back up, giving them more and more of their freedom back, of course, assuming we are successful."

Cheryl sat quietly for a full minute deep in thought. Very slowly, almost imperceptibly, she nodded her head. She then nodded her head more vigorously and hugged me tightly. "We've done everything else. Let's try it. I love you."

"I love you too, baby. We need to be on the same page at every step. If you ever disagree with my course of action, pull me to the side and tell me in private. We have to be a wall of unity or this will not work."

She hugged me tighter. "I'm your wall."

"It's going to be hard," I said. "Even awful, maybe...probably."

"I know. I'm ready."

We made plans for the first couple of days, and then headed up the stairs. Cheryl went up first, and I headed to my study. I pulled open the top left drawer and pulled out the skeleton key that fit every interior door in the house. It had come with the old house, and I'd thought I'd never need it. But, tonight, it was just what the doctor ordered. I climbed the stairs and put my ear against the twin's door. There was no sound. They had passed out. I placed the key in the door and locked the door shut.

The next morning Cheryl and I were in the kitchen. As was our custom, I was wearing blue striped pajama bottoms and Cheryl was looking particularly sexy in the matching top that buttoned up the front. Her shapely legs were visible up to her mid thighs, and her big, shapely butt looked delicious while she made us breakfast.

She turned to me and asked, "When do you want to wake the girls?"

"I thought we'd let them wake up on their own today, and then we'll lay down the law."

At that very moment there was a loud pounding on the second level. We heard one of the twins shout, "What the hell? The door is locked and I've got to pee!"

"Speak of the devils," I said. "Are you ready for this?"

"No, but let's get this show on the road."

"Okay. You stay down here and run for cover if bullets start flying!" I smiled weakly at her.

When I reached the girls' room at the top of the stairs, I used the skeleton key to open their door. Vickie was standing at the door and tried to push past me. "I've got to pee really badly!"

"Hold it one minute, young lady. There's a new sheriff in town, and his name is Dad. You have to earn all of your privileges, and that includes bathroom visits."

Vickie looked at me like I had grown a third eye, and then turned to Veronica who had sat up on one elbow in her bed. She turned back to me and said, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Wrong answer!" I slammed the door, turned the key and walked down the stairs.

Immediately Vickie started pounding on the door and screaming bloody murder.

When I got back to the kitchen Cheryl looked at me and sighed, "Well, that went about as we expected."

I poured myself another cup of coffee, sat down at the table and started reading the Wall Street Journal on my iPad. "Wall of unity, baby, wall of unity."

Cheryl and I finished our breakfast at a leisurely pace, all the while being serenaded by pounding and screaming from the top floor. I walked back up the stairs, unlocked the door, and stuck my head inside. "Are you ready to act like an adult?"

"Dad, I really have to pee! I'm going to pee on myself if you don't let me go right now."

"Okay," I said, "but as I said earlier, you have to earn that right."

"Okay, okay," she cried, "what do I need to do?"

"First, I want you both to make your beds."

"Okay," they said in unison.

Vickie tried to push past me, but I grabbed her by the arm and said, "Before you get to use the bathroom, make your beds."

They looked at each other, but realized that they were not going to get past me without making their beds. They both bolted back into the room and made their beds quickly, and I might also add, very well.

I stood to the side, and both of them shot out of their door and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind them. I heard the lock click. I walked over to the bathroom door, inserted the key, unlocked the door, and opened it wide. Vickie was sitting on the toilet and Vera was dancing next to her doing the 'I got to pee dance.'

"DAD! Close the door."

"Nope, you two have not earned privacy yet."

"Dad, this is fucked up," Vera said.

"No cursing. You've now been warned. The next one will be punished harshly."

Vickie finished peeing, grabbed some toilet paper and looked over at me. "Dad, get out. You're embarrassing me."

"No."

"No? What the hell do you mean no?"

"That's one, Vickie. Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you. When one of you earns a punishment both of you earn it."

"Hurry up and get off the toilet, Vic, I got to pee!"

Vickie looked over at me and glared, but she reached between her legs and wiped her vagina. When she stood up and turned away from me to pull up her pajama bottoms, I got a nice look at her fit, 18-year-old butt. It was stunning.

At this point Veronica couldn't have cared less, so she pulled down her bottoms and quickly sat down on the toilet. She started peeing as soon as her butt hit the seat, obvious relief on her face. She knew I was going to stand in the door as she wiped her vagina, so she didn't even protest. She wiped herself, reached back and flushed the toilet, and then stood while pulling up her pajamas.

Although it was a quick peek, I saw her bald pussy. Vicky and Vera were identical twins, and cute as a pair of buttons. They wore their strawberry blond hair so that it fell to just about their collars. They had blue eyes, high cheek bones, and button noses that fit their faces perfectly. They also had that classic taut teenage body, with breasts that were perfectly proportioned for their slender, but not skinny frames. They were adorable teenage women. I had never seen either girl completely naked, but had on occasion caught a glimpse of a breast or butt. They had always flirted with me, and were very affectionate. That is, until all hell broke loose when they were 16, two years before.

"Okay," I said, "wash your hands, brush your teeth, and get dressed. I want both of you to wear the work clothes that your mom has laid out for you. I'm not going to watch you get dressed, but I want you to leave your door open. You have five minutes."

As I walked toward my bedroom to get dressed I heard Vickie whisper to Vera, "What is going on? This is really fucked up."

"That's two!" I yelled as I turned out of the hall and into my room. I pulled on some jeans and a Henley shirt. I walked into my bathroom and brushed my teeth. The whole thing took about five minutes.

I walked out of my room and found the girls had left their bedroom door open as instructed. When I looked inside they were both standing there in their underwear. Vera was wearing light blue panties and a pink bra. She looked at me and then over at Vickie. Vickie was wearing white panties and a white bra. Both were wearing white tennis shoes with no socks and each of them was holding the burlap frock their mom had made for them by simply cutting a neck hole and arms holes in a sack. A plain manila rope for a belt completed the ensemble.

"Girls, your five minutes is up. Downstairs, now."

They looked at me and Vera said, "What the fuck is this?" Vickie piled on, "There is no way in hell we are wearing these."

I calmly said, "That's three," pointing at Vera, "and four," pointing at Vickie. Then using my best drill sergeant voice I boomed, "Get downstairs NOW!" startling both of them.

They both dropped their burlap frocks, jumped, and ran past me. They ran down the stairs and found Cheryl standing in the living room still in my pajama top.

"Mom! Dad has lost his mind. He watched us pee and then he wouldn't let us get dressed."

As I reached the bottom of the steps, Cheryl reached for me and gave me a kiss on the lips. "Girls, I've given up on the two of you. You're adults now and you guys are going to end up dead or in prison. I actually decided last night to kick you out of the house, but your Dad here convinced me otherwise. We are going to try something new now." She then turned to me and asked, "How many?"

"Five: four for cursing and one for not getting dressed in the allotted time."

The twins looked apprehensive. Vera asked, "Five what?"

"Licks."

"Licks. Like this?" Vickie asked as she licked the back of her hand.

"No, Vickie," I said, "licks on your butt. I'm going to spank each of you."

Vera looked incredulous. "The fuck you are!"

Cheryl said, "That's six. Want to try for seven?"

Vickie and Vera looked at each other, then back to us. I walked over to the dining room, pulled a chair away from the table, and sat down. I patted my knees and asked, "Who wants to go first?"

They were shocked. They looked at me, at their mom, back to me, and then at each other. Vickie reached out and took Vera's hand. "Are you serious?"

"Deadly," I said. "Who wants to go first or should I just choose one of you?"

Vickie said, "Dad, I promise, we'll shape up. Right Vera?" She looked at her sister for confirmation. Vera was shaking her head vigorously. Vickie continued as their spokesperson, "REALLY Dad. PLEASE don't spank us."

"I'm sorry ladies, but over the last two years we've heard all kinds of broken promises." I patted my knees again. "Who's first?"

"No, Dad, really." Vickie was crying now. "REALLY, REALLY, I swear we'll shape up."

"Baby, I know you will." I patted my knees. "Come on and face the music."

Vickie dropped Vera's hand and walked toward me like she was headed to the gallows. She lay across my lap, her panty clad butt up in the air. I reached up and quickly pulled the white panties to her knees.

"DAD! NO!" She looked at Cheryl. "Mom, he can't...you're not going to let him...I'm NAKED!"

Cheryl just shook her head slowly, turned, and climbed the stairs. I heard her say over her shoulder, "Girls, there are consequences to your actions."

Smack! I brought my right hand down hard on her left butt cheek. "Fuck! That hurt"

"That's seven," I said. Smack! I hit her right cheek just as hard before she could react.

"Ouch! Dad! That really hurts!" Vickie put her hands back to try and shield her young ass from the beating. I grabbed her hands with my left hand, and pulled them up to her mid-back. "If you resist, it will be longer. I won't hesitate to add more licks to this spanking."

Smack! I hit her left cheek again, but this time I let my hand stay on her cheek and rubbed her firm, soft skin. I suddenly realized I was becoming aroused. I was glad I had changed into my jeans, as I would have tented the pajama bottoms with my hard cock.

Smack! I hit her right cheek, and again left my hand on her butt and rubbed her skin. I noticed with satisfaction that her cheeks were becoming rosy. "Four," I said calmly.

Smack! I hit her left cheek. "Five." Vickie began to sob quietly. I kneaded her butt with my hand. She wiggled, but did not complain.

Smack! I hit her right cheek. "Six." I again massaged her butt, and for the first time I realized that since she was so trim and free of fat, I could clearly see her pink asshole and her baby-like vulva, free of any trace of hair or stubble. Now I was rock hard. "Oh no," I thought, "I had not realized how fucking erotic this was."

For the seventh and final, smack, I let my hand come down right in the middle of her ass, on top of her anus. I aimed a bit low and allowed my pinky finger and ring finger to come in contact with her vulva. Although I couldn't be sure, it felt to me like she might actually be wet. I released her arms from her mid-back and she stood up. Her young, bald pussy was clearly visible. She reached down and pulled her panties back up, with tears in her eyes.


When Twins Go Bad!



"I'm sorry, Dad," she whispered as she walked back over to where Vera was standing. Vera gave Vickie a big hug, and walked over to me. Vera pulled her own panties down to her ankles, exposing her nearly identical pussy to me, and then laid across my lap. When she felt my hard on, she looked up at me but said nothing.

Whack! I completed the same pattern with Vera as I did with Vickie, hitting her seven times on her ass, except for with Vera I aimed even lower on the seventh smack, allowing my thumb to come in contact with her anus and the rest of my hand landed squarely on her vulva. She was soaked, and now I was sure that Vickie was as well.

She stood up and paused, looking deep into my eyes before she raised her panties to cover her nakedness. "I'm really sorry, too, Dad."

I couldn't stand up, so I remained seated and said, "Okay, now for some new chores. I want the two of you to go outside and sweep the porch and the sidewalk. Then, when you're done, clean up the kitchen. Do not use the dishwasher. I want you to wash all the pots and dishes by hand."

"Dad, we can't sweep outside like this," Vickie said indicating with her hands that they were only in a bra and panties. "We're in our underwear." Her eyes were puffy from crying.

"Girls, we live way out in the country and half a mile off of County Road T. No one is going to see you. It was your decision not to wear the frocks we supplied for you. Remember, there are consequences for your decisions."

I was a wall, and they knew I was not going to budge. It was a cool spring morning, in the mid-50s, so the girls were complaining when they headed out the door. Once they were outside, I headed up the stairs to find Cheryl just stepping out the shower. Her big breasts were swaying as she toweled her hair and face dry. Her nipples were erect from the coolness of the air on her wet skin.

"How did it go?" she asked.

"Fine...I think. Only one problem."

"What's that?" she asked.

I unzipped my fly and pulled out my raging hard on. "It made me horny as hell!"

"Well," she said with a naughty smile on her face, "let's see if we can't do something about that." She kneeled down in front of me and undid my belt and the button on my jeans. I moaned as she sucked my cock into her mouth, rolling her tongue around the head.

"That feels amazing," I said. "The girls were horny, too...after their spanking."

She looked up at me and gave me a quizzical look without taking my cock out of her mouth.

"On the last lick of each of their spankings, I let my fingers touch their vulvas. I wasn't sure with Vickie, because it actually was an accident that my fingers touched her there. But, with Vera I was deliberate and she was definitely soaking wet. Oh, yeah...like that. Hmmm," I moaned enjoying my loving wife's attention to my aching dick. "Honestly, Cheryl, I think if I had kept spanking them they may have come."

"Weeely?" she mumbled, her mouth full of cock.

"Yes. Really. And...speaking of coming...I'm almost there."

Cheryl picked up the pace, sliding my cock in and out of her warm mouth, letting her tongue lick the underside of the head of my cock. I came with a shutter, dumping my load into her mouth. She swallowed all that I had to offer. When she had sucked every bit of come out of me, she stood and kissed me. "That was nice," she said. She winked at me and then began to apply lotion to her skin.

I walked back downstairs and found the girls busy in the kitchen. They had not heard me come down the stairs and didn't know I was eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Did you feel that Dad had a hard on when he was spanking you?" Vera whispered to Vickie.

"He didn't at first...I don't think...at least I didn't feel it until he was near the end of my spanking."

"Well," Vera said, "he was hard as a rock when I lay across his lap."

"Weird, huh?" Vickie asked. "It was pretty intense." She pulled down one side of her panties and turned her ass towards her sister. "It really hurt. Is my ass still red?"

"Fuck yes it hurt!" Vera whispered. "And, yes, you're still red." Vera pulled down her panties and turned to Vickie. "What about me?"

Vickie laughed. "I can see Dad's handprint on your ass."

"Really?" Vera was bent over to the side trying to see her own butt.

Now Vera was really whispering and I had to use all of my power to hear her. "Did you get excited by being spanked? I mean, my pussy was on fire by the time he was finished."

Vickie said a little too loud, "Me too!" Then she quieted down, "I couldn't believe that having Dad spank me was turning me on." They both giggled.

I quietly walked back to the stairs, climbed a couple of steps, and then make a lot of noise as I came down the stairs. I walked through the living room into the kitchen and found the girls standing beside one another, their hands behind their backs, with pleased looks on their faces. "Done," they said in unison.

I looked around the kitchen. It looked great. "Okay. Good job," I said. "Go up and find Mom and ask her what she needs next. I'm headed into town for a bit to run some errands. You'd better behave and listen to your Mom while I'm away or there will be consequences."

The girls walked out of the kitchen hand-in-hand and walked up the stairs. I had no delusions that a single spanking and a few chores was going to reverse years of bad behavior, but at least we were on the right track. I grabbed my keys and headed into town. The only place in town that may have had what I needed was the hardware store that sold fencing supplies, milking supplies, and all of the other needs of a small farming town in the mid-west. After I told the owner what I needed, he just shook his head and told me to head into the county seat and to try the electronics store. I wasn't really looking forward to leaving Cheryl with the girls for so long, but I was on a mission.

I was able to get what I needed from the electronics store. I bought a wall clock for the girls' bedroom on the pretense that they needed the ability to complete assigned tasks in the allotted time. What I wasn't going to tell them is that there was a tiny wireless camera built into the clock that would allow Cheryl and me to spy on the girls using a laptop, a tablet, or even a smart phone. I also bought an additional wireless listening device that would allow us to eavesdrop on their conversations.

When I finally got back home, Cheryl was in the kitchen preparing dinner. "Where are the girls? How did it go?"

"They're down in the basement polishing the silver my Mom gave me. They weren't too happy with that job, and after you left they were pretty insolent with me. I told them that cleaning silver was dirty work and told them they could put on their frocks. Both of them bit my head off about the whole situation. 'How could you let this happen? What the fuck is going on? I'm going to call the cops!' It went on and on, but I held fast and eventually they put their frocks on and headed down to the basement. For all I know, they could be watching television down there. I haven't checked in on them because I'm already exhausted with this."

I hugged her and kissed her sweetly on the lips. "You're doing great. I think this will work if we stick with it. It may take weeks. It may take months. Eventually they'll learn that there are consequences to their actions." She smiled at me. "How bad should the evening spanking be?"

"Oh," she exclaimed, "bad. Really bad! Epic!"

I smiled at her again. "That bad, huh."

"Oh, yeah."

"Okay, look, I got the spy stuff we talked about. Download this app on your phone and then on our iPad." I handed her a piece of paper. "I've already downloaded it to my phone. Keep the girls downstairs while I install the equipment in their room. I'll come down when I'm done."

I proceeded up to their room and installed the wall clock above the window facing in toward both of their beds. Vickie's bed was the near bed, and Vera's was the far bed in relation to the clock's position on the wall. I next installed the microphone in the desk lamp between their beds. I immediately regretted not getting additional cameras, but then decided it would work out fine. After about 45 minutes I went back downstairs.

The girls were in the kitchen and looked ridiculous in their burlap frocks. The fabric barely covered their bottoms and had to be rough on their skin. "Okay, girls, I want you to go upstairs and one at a time, take a shower and change into your pajamas. One of you will remain in your bedroom while the other showers. Leave both doors open. Your Mom and I will stay down here to give you a bit of privacy. But, if you betray that trust, you'll slide back to no privacy. Am I clear?"

The twins both nodded their heads.

"I can't hear you."

"Yeah," they said in unison.

"Yes, what?" I pressed.

"Yes, sir?" Vickie asked.

"That's right. I want to hear 'sir' and 'ma'am' from both of you. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," they said in unison.

"Okay. Get to it."

When the girls got upstairs, Cheryl and I tuned in the camera and microphone on her iPad. The girls had removed their frocks and were standing in their bedroom in only their underwear. Their tennis shoes were piled up in the corner where they had kicked them off.

Vera asked Vickie, "How long do you think this shit is going to go on for?"

Vickie was looking through her chest-of-drawers for a nightgown. "Probably a long time. Mom seems to be supporting Dad in this." She continued to dig through her drawer when suddenly she pulled out a sheer white baby doll. She dug around a few seconds more and came out with the matching sheer white panties that went with the baby doll. She turned to Vera and held them up for her to see. "Vera! I've got an idea. Don't you have a nightie like this?"

Vera said, "Yes, if I can find it. I never wore it because it's see through." Vera started digging through her drawer. "Here it is, but mine is light pink. Oh, and here are the panties."

Vickie had a very naughty look on her face. "Perfect!"

Vera held her hand under the fabric and even through the grainy picture from the tiny miniature camera Cheryl and I could clearly see her fingers through the fabric. The two baby doll nightgowns were identical except for the color. The nightgowns had a deep v-neckline in the front and back, and according to Cheryl, "They had chiffon ruffles and just a little lace to make them seductive." I looked at Cheryl like she was speaking Greek. All I knew is that they looked damn sexy. Cheryl continued in a whisper, "Look, they have triangle cups with lace trim and they are sheer. We'll be able to see their nipples clearly through that fabric." I also noted that the front was attached at the breast area, but was otherwise open at the front. Cheryl said, "That's called a flyaway front with ruffles and bow."

In my best imitation of Dr. Evil from the Austin Powers movies I said, "Riiiight."

Cheryl slapped me on the arm and said, "You're bad."

Vera was holding up the baby doll and whispered, "Vic, what do you have up your sleeve?"

"I think I may have a way to end all this shit. You know how Dad got a boner when he was spanking us earlier?"

Vera nodded.

"Well, Mom doesn't know that Dad was horny. Remember, she went upstairs while he was spanking us?"

Vera nodded again.

"If we can get Dad to pop another boner, but this time in front of Mom, she'll put a stop to this right away. I just know it."

Vera smiled broadly. "Genius!"

Vickie said, "I'm going to go take a shower first and then you. I'll wear a towel until you get out of the shower and then we'll change into our nighties and strut down for dinner. Dad will get a huge hard on and Mom will end this shit!"

Cheryl looked over at me and said, "Those two little conniving bitches!"

I said, "I think it's time we give them what they are asking for."

Cheryl smiled a naughty smile and said, "Whatever it takes, baby. It's on like Donkey Kong."

When the girls came down for dinner about an hour later, I was surprised at how visceral my reaction was. They were unbelievably sexy. The v-cups accentuated their perky breasts, and, as Cheryl had predicted, I could see their small pink nipples very clearly through the fabric. The 'flyaway' open front put their taut, athletic abdomens on open display. Their belly buttons were adorable. What I had not realized is that the matching panties were actually matching thong panties, and they too were shear and I could clearly see their bald vaginas through the fabric. From behind the fabric barely covered their assholes.

Although Cheryl and I had agreed to act outwardly like we didn't even notice, my cock had a different idea and reacted immediately. "Oh, fuck," I thought, "I'd better sit down fast."

I sat at the head of the table and managed to make small talk with the girls throughout dinner. The girls would run their finger along the fabric of their nighties like they were mindlessly scratching an itch on their breasts, or making sure that when they reached for the butter across the table that I got a good look at their butts. Vera even sat cross-legged in her chair for a while putting her lovely pussy on display.

When dinner was done I said, "Okay girls, clear the table and come into the living room when you're done."

Cheryl and I retired to the living room, sat on the couch together, and watched TV until the girls arrived. I had strategically placed Cheryl on my left side to give my right arm full range of motion.

"Okay, Mom, Dad, we're done. What's on TV tonight?" Vera asked.

I turned off the TV and said, "Don't think for a second ladies that you are going to get away with your insolent behavior with your Mom today while I was out running errands."

They looked at each other with real fear in their eyes. I scooted to the edge of the couch and asked, "Who's first?"

This time Vera walked toward me. She lay down across my knees with her head in her mother's lap. I looked at Cheryl, and then at the thong-clad teenage ass in front of me. I hooked my finger under the fabric of the thong, and pulled it down to her knees. She smelled amazing after having just gotten out of the shower.

"How many, Mom?" I asked Cheryl.

"I'd say at least ten, Dad."

"TEN!" Vickie screamed from across the room.

"There are consequences to your actions, young lady," Cheryl replied.

I placed my hand on Vera's young butt and rubbed for a few seconds in a big circle all around her ass. I allowed my fingers to contact her anus several times and noticed it pucker. I don't know if the pucker was from fear or delight, but I was definitely enjoying this way too much.

Whack! "One." I kneaded the cheek I had just struck. Whack! "Two." I kneaded the other cheek. I alternated cheeks for ten licks, and left my hand on her butt after the final whack. I rubbed her butt as she quietly sobbed. With Cheryl looking on, I allowed my fingers to move down to her vulva and found her pussy lips swollen and soaking wet. I ran a finger down her slit to her clit and then back up. I allowed a finger to slip into her pussy up to the first knuckle of my middle finger. Vera moaned and writhed in my lap. Then, I slipped my entire finger into her soaking wet, hot young pussy. She came at that moment, quivering on my knees. Cheryl stroked her hair as her daughter climaxed.

"Okay," I said, "Vic's turn."

Vera stood up on very wobbly legs and didn't even bother to pull up her panties. They slid off her legs and remained in a heap next to the couch. She walked over to her sister and kissed her lightly on the lips and hugged her. Vickie didn't know what to do, so she walked over to me and assumed the same position her sister had just vacated with her head in her mother's lap.

I repeated the exact same punishment on Vickie, although I thought Vickie climaxed on the ninth time I struck her. I could feel her shaking underneath me and she raised her legs into the air bending at the knees, her toes curling. By the time I put my finger in her pussy, she immediately came a second time, which was much more intense than the first one. She cried out, "Ooooh."

Cheryl helped Vickie kneel in front of us on the floor and she called Vera to kneel down next to her sister. "Girls," she began, "obviously you wore these nighties for one purpose: to get Dad aroused. There is no other reason for this." She held out her hand and each of the girls reached out to hold her hand. Surprising both them and me, she placed their hands on my rock hard cock. "And, it worked."

The girls were in shock. Here they were touching their Dad's cock through his jeans, right in front of their mother. Cheryl continued, "You created this problem, and guess what? There are consequences to your actions."

Cheryl undid my belt, unfastened my jeans, pulled the zipper to the bottom and then had me lift my butt so that she could pull my jeans down. My rock hard cock was creating a huge tent in my boxer shorts. She then pulled my shorts down revealing my huge, throbbing hard on. The girls' eyes were huge, staring at my cock. A bit of pre-come was on the head just oozing out of the slit. "You created this problem. You fix it."

The girls had no clue what they were supposed to do with the monster in front of them. They looked at their mother with blank stares. Cheryl said, "Use your hands, use your mouths, or use your pussies, but I'm not responsible for that and I'm not going to take care of it." She sat back on the couch and folded her arms across her chest. She stared at the twins.

Vickie tentatively reached up and placed her small hand around my cock. "It's so big," she said. Vera quickly gained confidence and also placed her hand on my cock. They just held it and moved it around marveling at how it looked.

I was frustrated. My cock ached and I had two beautiful teenagers holding my dick, but I was no closer to relief than I was before.

"Get to it, girls," Cheryl said.

Vera looked at her mom and said, "Mom, I know you probably won't believe us, but we are both virgins and have no idea what to do."

Cheryl was incredulous. "Yeah, right. And I'm the Queen of England."

Vickie chimed in, "No, really, Mom. Neither one of us has been with a boy. We've both kissed and let them feel us up and stuff, but we're both virgins. I got a little too drunk the other night and let a boy finger me, but that Deputy showed up before it went any further. Vera's never even been fingered." She looked at Vera for confirmation and her sister nodded her head in agreement.

"Well, then, it's time you learned. Let me show you." Cheryl scooted toward me and pulled her shirt off over her head. Her magnificent big breasts were caged in a tan bra. She took my cock from the girls and started slowly stroking it up and down. "This is how you give a handjob, girls. You have to use the right amount of grip. Too little and it doesn't feel good to the man. Too much and it hurts the man. She put her finger in the pre-come on the tip and spread it to the underside of my dick. "This is called pre-come and a man's penis will excrete this when he is aroused. It is very slippery and helps the man penetrate the woman's vagina. It is also really good lubricant for a handjob."

I was getting into this. Cheryl said, "Now you try." Vera imitated her mom and began slowly stroking my cock up and down. Cheryl said to Vickie, "Okay, you have a job too. Use your fingernails and lightly tickle Dad's balls." Vickie immediately did as she was told and the feeling was intense.

Cheryl kissed me on the lips very passionately and asked, "How does that feel, baby?"

"So good." I reached into the cup of her bra and began to knead her breast and fondle a nipple.

"Keep it up, girls," Cheryl encouraged them. "Your Dad is almost there."

I began to breathe deeply and tensed and relaxed through several cycles. The girls kept up their stroking and tickling of my balls, alternating jobs. I felt Cheryl touch the underside of my cock near the head. "This is the most sensitive spot. Stimulate this area to get your man to come, and then avoid it after he comes because it will be too sensitive."




When Twins Go Bad!



I felt the pressure building up. Vickie said, "Look Vera, his balls are tightening up."

Cheryl whispered, "He'll come any second now."

With that a huge rope of come shot out of the head of my penis and went several feet into the air closely followed by a second, third, and fourth. The stream settled down to a trickle, getting all over their hands.

I opened my eyes and the twins were smiling broadly. "Did we do good?"

"Yeah," I said, "you did great."

Cheryl said, "Go grab some paper towels and clean up Dad."

Vera jumped up and ran to the kitchen. Her perfect ass was so cute, and I admired my work as her butt cheeks were still red.

After they had cleaned me up, Cheryl said, "Okay girls. Bedtime is at 8 until you earn a later time. Off to bed."

With that the girls shot up the stairs giggling.

Cheryl and I snuggled on the couch for a bit without saying a word. Finally, I said, "Well that was interesting."

"Actually, that was amazing," she purred. Let's go to bed.

As I walked past the girls' bedroom I could see that they were both in Vickie's bed with the covers pulled up to their chins. "I think you've earned your cell phones back," I said, "placing them on their nightstand. "Goodnight, ladies."

"Goodnight, Dad," they returned in unison. I closed the door and locked them in for the night.

The next morning as Cheryl and I were drinking coffee in the kitchen, I was surprised to hear a car pull up in the driveway. I looked at Cheryl and she just shrugged. "I'm not expecting anyone."

I looked out the front window and was surprised to see the girls' best friend, Becky climb out of her truck. Becky is a year older than the girls, and had been working on their family farm since she graduated from high school last year. She has classic Germanic features so common in the upper mid-west. She has natural blond hair, huge blue eyes set above high cheek bones, cute chipmunk-like cheeks, and a dazzling smile that would melt anyone's heart. I had secretly had a crush on her since she turned 18. It was cool this morning, so she was wearing a light wool sweater, a leather, fur-lined vest, blue jeans and fur-lined boots.

I opened the door and yelled, "Good morning, Becky." I reached up and pulled a light jacket off of the hook next to the door and stepped out onto the porch. "What brings you by so early this morning?"

"Good morning, Mr. Wayne. I thought I'd just drop by and visit Vic and Vera with morning."

"I'm sorry you came all the way out here, Becky. The girls are grounded and can't receive any visitors."

She got a strange look on her face and thrust her hands into the pocket of her vest. She was adorable. She looked down at her feet and then back up at my face. "Can we talk?"

"Sure," I said gesturing to the porch swing. "Sit down." I sat down next to her. "What's on your mind?"

"I'm really not sure how to say this." Her brow furrowed.

"Okay," I said. "Just spit it out."

"Well, I got a really strange text message from Vic last night. It was a three-way conversation including Vera. She said...they said...shit, what did they say?" She reached into the back pocket of her jeans and pulled out her cell phone. She called up the conversation and read, "Mom and Dad are holding us hostage in our own house and they are torturing us." She looked up into my face with a puzzled look on her face. "What is going on?"

"Why don't you come in and I'll get Cheryl to join the conversation."

I led her into the house and had her sit on the couch. I walked into the kitchen and told Cheryl about our conversation. "What are we going to tell her," Cheryl asked.

"The truth," I replied.

Cheryl was wearing my matching pajama top when she walked into the living room. "Good morning, Becky. Would you like some coffee?"

"No thank you, Ms. Cheryl. I had some early this morning after we milked the cows." She sat up straight and asked, "Ms. Cheryl, what's going on with the girls?"

Cheryl and I looked at each other and then I answered, "Becky, take off your vest. This may take a while." I explained to her the last several years of the girls' behavior. Of course, she knew the whole story. She had remained close to the girls even as their lives were going off the tracks. Since she had graduated from high school, she only had a vague understanding of the last year, and some of the details surprised her. Then, I recounted the night that Deputy Olson had brought the girls home. "That's when we decided that enough was enough."

Cheryl reached over and took Becky's hand in hers. "I was seriously considering kicking them out of the house. But, Mr. Wayne..." She began to tear up and Becky hugged her tight.

I finished her thought for her. "I talked Ms. Cheryl into trying one more thing. We have taken away all of the girls' dignity. We don't give them any privacy, we give them hard chores, we make them wear a burlap frock around the house, and...I've started spanking them when they break the rules."

Becky's eyes got even bigger. "Really? Spanking them?"

"Yes," Cheryl said, regaining her composure. "We really are at our last resort. They got two spankings each yesterday."

"What did they do? I mean, to earn spankings?" Becky still looked puzzled.

"In the morning," I began, "they were just insolent. They swore in the house and refused to get dressed. That spanking wasn't too bad. I think seven licks each if I remember."

"I don't know," Becky said, "that sounds pretty bad to me."

"In the evening, though," Cheryl said, "the spanking was much worse. Mr. Wayne had to run some errands and the girls were just awful when they were alone with me. And, then..." She looked at me for guidance. I nodded my approval. "And, then, the girls tried to drive a wedge between Mr. Wayne and me by, well, by trying to get me jealous. They came down to dinner wearing next to nothing...see through nighties actually. They got Mr. Wayne all hot and bothered."

Becky looked up at me and then back to Cheryl.

"Becky, sweetheart, I know they're your friends, but they are so conniving and just plain bad! We gave them their cell phones back last night before bed and look what they did. They sent a text message to you to try and get us in trouble again. They just don't get it!" Cheryl was really starting to get angry now. "Those little bitches deserve to be kicked out of the house!"

Becky hugged Cheryl again. We didn't speak for a full minute, and then Cheryl said, "Becky, there is one thing else you should know."

"Oh, oh," I thought, "this may be too much for Becky."

"After the girls got Mr. Wayne horny being naked in front of him, and after their spanking..."

Suddenly, I heard the girls knocking on the door for permission to use the bathroom. "Saved by the bell," I thought. I ran upstairs allowing the women to continue their conversation.

I unlocked the door and looked in. Both girls were wearing their burlap frocks, their beds were made, and their room was clean. "May we please use the bathroom, Daddy Dear?" They were all smiles.

I moved aside and they went into the bathroom, leaving the door open. I waited for them in their room while they peed, washed up, and brushed their teeth. When they came back towards me I held out my hand and said, "Phones."

"Wait. What? We just got them back last night," Vera protested.

"Last time," I said, "phones."

They each walked into their room, retrieved their phones, and handed them to me. I turned them off and said, "Downstairs. Now."

They looked at each other quizzically and headed down the stairs. When they saw Becky they both squealed in delight and ran over to her and hugged her. I looked over at Cheryl and she mouthed, "It's okay." She gave me a thumbs-up. I had no idea what that really meant, but I was relieved that Becky hadn't stormed out of the house dialing 911.

I said, "Girls, go fix yourselves some breakfast while Mom and I finish our conversation with Becky."

They looked at each other wondering what in the world we could be speaking with Becky about, but complied with a "Yes, sir."

When they had gone, Becky whispered to me, "Ms. Cheryl filled me in on what happened last night. I've got to say, I was a little shocked, but to be honest, that's pretty hot, too." She flashed that dazzling smile.

I felt the front of my pajama bottoms begin to tent.

Becky had a naughty twinkle in her eye when she said, "I think the twins may need a spanking this morning for texting me, what do you think?"

I looked over at Cheryl and she was beaming. We had a coconspirator in our quest to break the girls of their bad behavior. "Sounds like a plan to me."

When the girls came back from the kitchen, Cheryl and I were sitting on the couch and Becky was sitting in a separate chair in the living room. As soon as they walked in I turned to Becky and said, "What exactly did the text message read?"

Becky looked at her phone and read, "Mom and Dad are holding us hostage in our own house and they are torturing us." She looked up at the girls and started shaking her head. "You two are bad!"

"What the fuck, Becky?" Vera said stomping her foot. "You were supposed to help us, not tell on us!"

Vickie was much more aggressive. "You're such a bitch!"

Cheryl put an end to it. "Girls! Becky is your best friend in the whole world! She told us what you said because she is concerned about you. You don't realize it yet, but we all see that you are headed for disaster if you don't shape up! Now, shut-the-FUCK-up!"

The girls didn't look too happy, but they had the sense to keep their mouths shut.

I tapped my knees, "Whose first this morning?"

"Dad. Becky's here," Vickie said looking none-to-sure of herself.

"You're the one that brought her into this, not me," I said. "Now, whose first?"

Vickie walked over and lay across my knees with her face on her mother's lap. The burlap bag barely covered her bottom, and I was surprised to see when I lifted the fabric that she wasn't wearing panties. I looked up at Becky and she was staring at her friend's naked bottom. Becky was sitting in a position that gave her an excellent view of Vickie's naked vulva. I went through the standard spanking routine. When I was finished spanking her, I allowed my fingers to trace up and down her soaking pussy lips. I looked over at Becky and she shook her head while smiling at me. I took Vickie's clit between my fingers and stimulated it.

"Ooooh, Dad. No." She didn't sound very convincing, so I continued to stroke her clit. When I inserted a finger into her, she came hard, bending her knees and pulling her feet up towards her butt. I was hard as a rock, and I didn't care who knew it. Vera was watching this, of course, and kept looking from her sister to Becky and back to her sister.

Vera was next, and essentially the same thing happened. Vera came hard before I could insert a finger into her pussy, but I inserted one anyway as she was coming to increase her enjoyment. "Dad. Oh, Dad. Yes..."

After Vera recovered, I said, "Up to your room girls until we figure out what to do with you. Close the door and stay in there. I'm not kidding."

In unison they said, "Yes, sir."

When I heard the door to their room close I looked over to Becky and said, "Now you're part of the family secret, too. I hope we can count on you to keep this to yourself."

Becky flashed that smile that melted my heart. "You betcha, Mr. Wayne."

Cheryl reached into my lap and pulled my rock hard cock out of my pajama bottoms. "Now I have to take care of this. Would you care to help?"

"You betcha!" With that she got up and sat to my right on the couch. Cheryl was too my left.

Cheryl leaned over and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth and began to slowly swirl her tongue all over the crown before plunging the entire length into her mouth. She sat up and offered my cock to Becky. I was in heaven.

As Becky sucked my cock, Cheryl pulled the pajama tops off, freeing her heavy breasts. I reached over and kneaded her right breast, pulling on the nipple. Cheryl lowered her head back to my lap, and Becky released my cock and stood up. She reached down and pulled the light sweater up and over her head. She then reached around her and unhooked her bra and let that slide off too. She had nice, firm breasts of a 19-year-old, and her nipples looked like they could cut diamonds. She went back to working on my cock with my wife, and Cheryl switched to sucking on my balls.

After several minutes of this, Cheryl said, "Let's get you more comfortable." She helped Becky to her feet and squatted down to help her out of her boots. She was extremely erotic standing in her jeans topless, her perfect breasts proudly standing out from her chest. After Cheryl had removed her boots, she unsnapped her jeans and pulled them down with her panties in a single move. Becky's ass was amazing. It was fuller and rounder that the twins' butts. Like the twins, she too had a completely bald pussy. Cheryl then removed her own panties, revealing her trimmed brown bush.

"Go back to sucking Mr. Wayne's cock, baby." Becky kneeled between my legs and went back to work. 

Cheryl, meanwhile, kneeled behind Becky and starting working on her pussy with her mouth. I had never seen my wife eat pussy before, and I was both surprised and delighted. After about 30 seconds, Becky forgot all about my dick and placed her cheek in my lap. "Oh, Ms. Cheryl, that feels so good." She was thrusting her hips back to give Cheryl better access to her swollen pussy. "God! Oooooh, yesssss." She tightened up as she came.

Cheryl looked up at me with Becky's juices all over her face. "You've got to come get some of this, honey."

I scooted off the couch leaving Becky's head on the couch cushion. I kneeled behind Becky. She really did have a fantastic round ass. I could see that her pussy was swollen and soaking wet from excitement. I placed the tip of my cock against her lips and slowly drove the entire length of my cock into her tunnel. 

She moaned, "Yesssss." I sank into her as far as I could and left it there for a second. She was so tight! I had forgotten what it was like to fuck a teenage pussy. I began to slowly pump my cock in and out of her and she met my thrust by moving her own ass back against me. Cheryl reached under Becky and began to fondle her perky breasts and long, hard nipples.

"Amazing," is all that Becky said, as we fucked one another while my wife helped.

I knew I wasn't going to last long in such a tight pussy looking down on a beautiful young ass, so I slowed down a bit to enjoy myself. As Becky started building toward another climax she said, "Fuck me hard!"

I started thrusting into her as hard and fast as I could. I had no idea if I should come inside of her, so I said to Cheryl, "Get ready, baby. I won't last much longer."

As Becky came for the second time, I pulled out of her and Cheryl clamped her mouth around my cock. I exploded down her throat and she greedily sucked me dry. I was spent. The three of us lay on the living room carpet in front of a fire for quite some time snuggling and enjoying our nakedness. Cheryl and I had sandwiched Becky between us, and Cheryl was slowly stroking Becky's breasts.

After a bit we heard the girls' bedroom door open and one of them shouted, "Can we come down now?"

I looked at the Becky and Cheryl and raised an eyebrow. They both smiled and nodded their heads. I yelled back up, "Yes."

When the girls reached the bottom of the stairs, Vickie said, "Hey. No fair!"

Vera chimed in, "Yeah! No fair!"

Cheryl said, "Come and join us." The girls stripped off their frocks and were instantly naked. Vera slid next to me in between Becky and me and Vickie slid in between her mother and Becky. They both immediately let their hands wonder over Becky's body. Cheryl put her hand around Vickie and started stroking her breasts. With that encouragement, I did the same to Vera. My cock started to swell and Vera whispered, "I feel you." I removed my hand from her chest, and allowed it to trace over her bottom to her vagina. She bent her leg up to allow better access, and I plunged a finger into her pussy, where I slowly began to finger fuck her. "I feel you," I whispered back. I then surprised her when I took my finger out of her pussy, and put it into her tiny little asshole. She gasped, but didn't complain, and no one else knew that I was finger fucking her asshole. It was unbelievably warm and tight.

By now I was completely hard again, and I needed to fuck someone. I whispered to Vera, "May Dad fuck you?"

She looked up at me over her shoulder and said, "Please fuck me."

She was lying on her left side facing Becky, so I raised her right leg and placed my cock at the entrance of her pussy. I pushed and felt the head enter her hole. She took a sharp breath in and then relaxed. 

Slowly, I started inching my cock into her virgin pussy. When she would breathe quickly, I'd stop and let her adjust to the fullness. We continued this and after a bout a minute, I was buried completely in her pussy. Vickie has rose up onto her right elbow and reached across Becky to stroke her sister's tits. 

"How does it feel, Vera?"

"Full...and wonderful."

Cheryl said, "Are you okay, baby?"

"I'm better than okay, Mom."

I slowly started to work my cock in and out, and Vera lowered her head onto Becky's shoulder. Becky moved her hands to Vera's nipples, and Vickie began to stroke Vera's clit. It didn't take long for Vera to have her first orgasm with a cock buried in her. After she recovered she smiled at her sister and said, "Sis, you've got to try this!"

Vera pulled her pussy off of my cock, and rolled over to face me. She pushed me down on my back and said, "Come here, Vic."

Vickie walked over and stood above me with a foot on each side. She kneeled down over me and placed the lips of her pussy right over my cock. She slowly started to lower herself when the head popped in. Her eyes flew wide and she pulled up letting my cock pop out. "I don't think it will fit!"

"It will fit, sis. Just go slow."

Vickie again lowered herself onto my cock and slid down ever so slowly. It was excruciating for me waiting for her to get used to the feeling. After several minutes of her just sitting on my dick, she finally began to rock back and forth. She lowered herself to my chest, and I felt her teenage nipples poking into me. I grabbed her butt cheeks and lifted her up, and then began to slowly thrust in and out of her. 

"Fuck that feels good."

"That's one," I said.

She stopped, and looked up at me, but when she saw the smile on my face she knew I was just kidding. She began to fuck me again.

I heard Becky say, "Sit up, Vic." When Vickie complied, Becky squatted over me and lowered her pussy onto my face. I could smell her juices before that first taste. She was soaking wet and hot as a firecracker. While I was lapping at Becky's pussy with my mouth, Vickie was riding my cock. Vickie and Becky both came and leaned against one another for support, my cock still embedded in Vickie's hot twat.

Cheryl finally said, "Okay, girls, you've had your little fun. Now it's my turn."

Vickie and Becky climbed off of me and I could see that Cheryl had placed her head and arms on the couch, her butt thrust high in the air.

She said to the girls, "Watch this as a real woman gets fucked!"

I positioned myself behind her curvy, big ass and quickly impaled her with my cock. She was not nearly as tight as the teenagers, but she was definitely wet and willing. I grabbed her hips and started fucking her hard with no preliminaries. This was the kind of sex you can only have with the one you love. The kind that takes your breath away. As I pounded away at her, I moved my right hand to her ass and put my thumb in her asshole, just the way she likes it.




When Twins Go Bad!



Meanwhile, the girls were fondling her big breasts as they rocked underneath her.

"Fuck me, baby. Fuck...me...hard!" I grabbed her hips with both hands and began to really pound her.

"Vickie, stroke your mother's clit. Vera, wet your middle finger in your mouth and then give me your hand." When Vera complied, I took her finger and put against her mother's asshole. She knew exactly how good that felt, so she inserted her finger all the way in and began to finger fuck her mother's ass. Becky had crawled under Cheryl and was sucking on her tits like a baby calf.

It was all too much for Cheryl and she came in an earth shattering orgasm. "FUUUUUUCK!"

But, I wasn't done and I kept fucking her through her orgasm. She was like a bucking bronco, but I held her hips and continued to pound her from behind. I felt Vickie reach up and grab my balls between my legs. That was it, and I came hard, shooting what felt like a gallon of come into Cheryl's womb.

We were all gasping for air as we fell into a heap on the floor.

EPILOGUE

I'm happy to report that two years later the girls are both enrolled in college and doing great. They really turned their lives around. We made a deal that they never drive while drinking and never ride with someone who is drinking.

I'm also happy to report that Becky visits Cheryl and me about once a month for "morning coffee." When the girls are in town for holidays, Becky joins them for "pajama parties," but that's for another story.