'You're sure they can be trusted?' Greta asked after he hung up the phone. 'I mean, I'd hate to think of what the law would do to us if word ever got around about our sex life here.'
'Don't give it another thought, darling,' Cyril assured her. 'The real swingers never talk, at least they never give names. They're going to flip when they see the twins in action, and I'd give anything to know what surprises they have in mind. With all the experience they have, it must be really something for him to be so excited.'
'One thing I have to tell you though, dear,' Greta told him. 'I won't let him use his whip on me, and that has to be clear from the outset.'
'Don't worry, darling. I feel the same way you do about that. Whips and blood and all that jazz turn me off completely.'
'It must be hell being married to a guy who digs whips,' she observed.
'It isn't, really. Brenda tells me he never tries to use it on her. It seems he only likes to work that way on big asses, beautiful big ones like that honey of yours, but have no fear. In fact, since he knows how we feel about it, I doubt that he'll even bring a whip with him.'
John came into the house covered with grease and explained that he had been helping repair a tractor. He was positively beaming since the mechanic had taken the trouble to explain a lot about engines to him, adding to his store of knowledge. Before he went to clean up, he assured Cyril that he too would one day be a gentleman farmer and a breeder of homes.
'Why not?' Cyril replied. 'I won't want this place forever, so it may as well be yours when I'm finished with it.'
It was the first time Cyril had ever mentioned that he intended turning it aver to John one day, and the boy was elated as he hurried to the bathroom, excitement filling him, excitement that could easily be transformed into sexual arousal, he realized.
When John returned to the living room, he saw that Jenny had joined the group, and he went to get himself a Coke, and then joined them. The twins were delighted when they heard that there were visitors coming for the weekend, and that their visitors were their kind of people.
Cyril told them stories of various parties he had enjoyed with Fred and Brenda and with others, and their eyes shone with excitement as they listened carefully, asking a few questions and getting titillating answers.
The stories led to exciting displays of thighs, then touches, and then they forgot about stories totally as they launched an orgy that went on for more than two hours and left them all delightfully tired and beautifully content.
The days passed and then it was Friday afternoon, and shortly after two o'clock, they saw the station wagon pulling into the driveway. When he saw that there were two boys in the wagon, Cyril went to close the gate, then hurried to greet his friends. He shook hands with Fred, then took Brenda into a sexy embrace and fondled her ass as he kissed her while Fred did the same to Greta.
The children liked the look of the couple. Fred appeared to be in his early thirties and was a good-looking man. He had a lithe grace about him as though he could be an athlete. Brenda looked younger and had a lovely face, but more interesting to John was the way she filled the tight, short dress she wore, and he hungered to peel her panties down and get his hands on what looked like a magnificent ass. It wasn't as big as Greta's, he noted, but he sensed that it would be every bit as exciting.
When the greetings were finished, the twins hoped they would be brought into the action, but instead, there were only polite handshakes as they were introduced, and they realized that Cyril and Greta were saving them as a surprise.
The boys were allowed out of the wagon to run, and they proved to be the biggest boxers Cyril had ever seen, but he wondered, not being a boy lover, why they had bothered bringing them along for a weekend rather than putting them into a kennel. Still, it didn't bother him that much.
Drinks were poured and they settled down to chat, all of them wondering what the surprises were. Brenda was first to break down, and ask Greta what they had in mind that was so special, but Greta teasingly replied with the same question.
'All right, since I'm the host,' Cyril said, 'I suppose I should be first. Jenny and John, show our friends what our surprise for them is.'
Excitement shining in their eyes, they hurried to where the couple sat on a couch. Trembling a little, Jenny raised the hem of her dress in front of Fred. She wore no panties. The man let out a gasp as he looked at the fuzzy little cunt, and then he reached for her, put a hand on her ass and held her as he stroked her pussy.
At the same time, John opened his fly, took his cock out, and showed Brenda how hard it was. As he did, he reached for the front of her dress and fondled her tits, then pushed a hand into the garment for a better feel.
'My God, darlings, you mean these beautiful kids have been trained?'
'Trained all the way,' Cyril told her with pride. 'At eighteen, they're magnificent cunt lappers, John is a first- class fucker, there's nothing they don't do and do well. Have you ever had your hot pussy licked and fucked by a boy of eighteen?'
'Lord no! The youngest boy I ever seduced was about eighteen or nineteen. Oh, what a trip this weekend is going to be!' she added, and closed a gentle hand around John's prick, liking the way it throbbed, and thinking of how nice it was going to feel when it was shooting jism in her cunt and mouth.
'Are you anxious to suck my cunt and fuck me, John?' she asked as he unbuttoned the top of her dress. Then he was looking at beautiful white tits snugged into a low-cut, black bra.
'Oh, yes, and more than just your cunt. I want to suck your tits and your ass and everything.'
And while they were happily engaged in conversation, Jenny was getting along fine with Fred, who had already fingered her pussy and asshole and was then showing her his stiff cock, and telling her how eager he was to feel it in her mouth and cunt.
'Now then,' Cyril interrupted, 'what surprise have you for us?'
'You've already seen our surprises, dear,' Brenda told him. 'The two of them are running around outside the house.'
'Christ!' Greta gasped. 'You mean those big beasts fuck?'
'Like dreams, darling. They were already trained when we bought them, and they cost an arm and a leg, but they're just divine. At least I think Greta will agree when one of them is mounted on her bare ass and his big cock is pistoning in her cunt.'
'Me too!' Jenny said eagerly. 'I'd love to have one of those big boys fuck me. Do they have big cocks?'
'Not quite as big as a man's, darling, but big enough to be beautiful, and they fuck so fast it's like having a machine do it. No man can fuck as fast as a big boy. Do you think your little cunt can take it?'
'My little cunt can take Cyril's big prick.'
'Then I guess that settles it. I had planned on Greta and I kneeling side by side for a double boy-fucking, but come to think of it, it will be as big a thrill to watch a big boy on your pretty little ass with his big prick stretching your little twat. Mind you, before that happens, I want a taste of your cunt. I have a hunch I'm going to like it very much.'
'I have the same hunch,' her husband said. 'If I have my way, there's going to be a lot of cunt lapping before any cocks get into action.'
'I'll second that,' Cyril said. 'Now let's get out of these clothes and get the party started.' As they all began undressing, John asked Brenda if she would let him take her bra and panties off for her, and she accepted the offer with a warm smile, waiting until he had stripped before taking her dress off.
Her black bikini panties matched her bra, and her skin was a pale-gold color as though she were careful to give it just enough sun and no more. She held her arms out and he moved into them, his stiff cock loving the feel of being between her lush thighs as she bent and kissed him while he fondled silk panties and silken skin, hungering to have his face buried in the warmth of her crotch.
She allowed him to feel her up for a while, and then her tone was excitingly warm as she told him to remove her bra and play with her tits. His hands trembled as he slipped the hooks of her bra, then he gave a little cry of delight as the garment came off and her proud tits jutted boldly.
'Do you like my tits, dear?' Brenda asked. 'I know they're not as big as Greta's.'
'I love them, Brenda,' he told her as he reached for them.
As he fondled and rubbed her tits, squeezing them gently and tweaking nipples which responded excitingly, he was careful not to hurt her, and she told him she liked the way he handled her tits. Smiling excitedly, John told her
