It was then that he decided that what he needed was a younger, sexy woman who could enjoy joining in sexual games, but who would still look after the place and keep it looking good and him well fed as well as well fucked. Greta had filled the bill admirably. She was a perfect housekeeper as well as a swinging sex partner, yet she never complained when he brought another woman to the house and, if that woman happened to be so inclined, Greta enjoyed jumping in bed with her to entertain her employer with lesbian fun and games.
But all that was due for change, a change that was to result from the death of one of his brothers and his wife who left three children behind. The nineteen-year-old son posed no real problem since he was in school in Europe, but the eighteen-year-old twins, Jenny and John, were a different matter.
There was another brother, one who had been cut out of his father's will and was struggling to make ends meet. He was prepared to take the twins, and Cyril suspected it was because under the terms of the will of the twins' late parents, they would come into a big inheritance at the age of twenty.
Cyril wasn't concerned about their money, but the thought of having an eighteen-year-old girl in the house was another matter. The youngest girl he had ever fucked had been eighteen years old, and it had been thrilling. As he thought of his eighteen-year-old niece he became sexually aroused. When he discussed it with Greta, she gave a whoop of delight, telling Cyril that she had seduced a number of boys and was always thrilled by it.
'Think of what a ball we could have with the two of them here,' she said, her eyes shining with excitement.
'I'm thinking of it, Greta, but I'm also thinking of the danger of spending a lot of time behind bars if they should get careless and talk among other kids.'
'Who says they have to mix with other kids?' Greta asked.
'What about school?'
'The state department of education offers correspondence courses. I could help them and they'd get a perfectly good education. It would also mean tat they'd be at home all the time. They'd have the homes to ride, chores to do around the place, the creek for swimming. They wouldn't miss school or other kids at all, especially after we've trained them to fuck.'
'Christ, Greta, you're as bad as I am. I thought you'd be at least hesitant about having a couple of kids around the place.'
'You underestimate me, darling. I'm every bit as sexy as you. Their coming here would mean one sexual partner for you, a pretty little girl of eighteen, but for me it would mean two new partners to seduce. Just the thought of it makes me so horny I can smell smoke coming from my panties.'
It had all been arranged then. The twins would remain in school until the end of the term, just two weeks away, and then they would come to the farm to live. It had been discussed with them and they were pleased, delighted to leave the city and live on the farm.
And that was what Cyril and Greta were discussing as they lay on the bed, resting from their orgy, her asshole still feeling a little bit stretched.
They talked of how they would go about seducing the twins, Greta assuring Cyril that the boy would be both easy and fun to seduce, but that the girl could be a bit more difficult.
'I don't think Jenny will pose any real problem though,' she went on, 'not after she watches her brother playing with me in the nude, sucking my cunt and fucking me. She'll want to find out what it's all about, you'll see, lover.'
'I'm sure you're right, Greta. Christ, think of how she'll look. Her little boobies will just be beginning to form, and if she has any hair at all on her pussy, it will be just like peach fuzz.'
'Right, and sucking her little cunt will be like sucking a peach, I'll bet,' Greta added, and licked her lips.
'And think of how tight her little slit will be,' Cyril said, and felt his prick beginning to stir. 'I can just picture it now, lying on top of that little naked body, probing her young crotch with my cock as she squirms. She may be frightened, but that doesn't matter. Her cunt will stretch as I shove my prick in it, but it will be so thrilling for me that I'll probably fire my load before I break her cherry.'
'What the hell,' Greta said, and gave a little laugh, 'you'll just have to keep trying until you manage it. After all, you're a very patient man.'
'I can be very patient when I think of the thrill of fucking a eighteen-year-old and doing all the other things with her. Of course, I'll want to watch when you seduce John.'
'Of course, lover, but it would be better if you were not in the room, if he didn't know you were watching. We'll work out something so that you can peek without being seen. It'll take a long time seducing him, at least an hour, probably more. Innocent little boys can get so excited when they are being seduced. It's been more than a year, almost two, since I seduced a boy.'
'Damn it, Greta, all this talk is making me feel horny as a goat, but I don't think I can get my prick to rise to attention.'
'Let me suck on it a little. Perhaps that will help,' Greta said as she moved down on the bed. Then she was playing with his cock, which showed a bit of promise, but not much.
'Close your eyes, lover,' she told him, 'and you can pretend I'm little Jenny playing with your pecker and sucking on it. She won't be doing that soon, dear. She'll really have to stretch her jaws to take so big a cock in her mouth.'
Greta stopped talking and took his cock into her mouth. It was warm and wet and exciting there, Cyril thought, but as good as it felt as she sucked him, he still doubted that he was going to get a hard-on.
Despite her continued sucking, Greta had to face the fact that she couldn't stiffen his cock that way, or for that matter, in any way at all.
'Sorry I couldn't stiffen you, darling,' she told him as she released his cock and sat up. 'Right now, I have to get to the toilet. If I don't pee, this bed is going to get very wet.'
'Wait a minute, that's it!' Cyril said with excitement as he sat up and felt his cock already starting to rise. 'Get your bloomers and get into them. I'm going to be so hard so fast that it will astound you, angel.'
'Oh Cyril, do you want me to pee on you?'
'You better believe it, angel. I'm glad you need that pee so badly. It means I'll probably get a nice, long shower.'
'Believe it, lover,' she said as she hurried off the bed, went to a dresser and took out a pair of pink rayon bloomers.
As she stepped into the garment, her tits went into exciting swaying action, and as he watched, Cyril felt his prick stirring more strongly. It wasn't a game they played often, but when they did, it drove him wild with passion.
He watched as she snugged the bloomers around her and then rubbed a hand slowly in her crotch. Cyril asked her if she could hold on for a while, and when she told him she could, he sent her to get drinks for them, his eyes following her big ass as she walked out of the room. He loved the look of her in the sexy little panties she usually wore, but from time to time, it was thrilling to see her big ass in old-fashioned rayon bloomers, her big ass cheeks making the fabric stretch to contain them.
She returned with the drinks, but remained standing with hers, walking around the room, assuming various sexy poses to add to his excitement. The sight of her and the thought of what they were going to do was enough so that he smiled with satisfaction as he looked down at his big prick, stiff and throbbing, as hard as it had been all evening.
Finishing their drinks, they went downstairs to a small bathroom with a tiled floor and a recessed drain. They usually used that room for pissing purposes because it made cleaning up easier than in any of the upstairs bathrooms.
Greta carried a sheet, which she folded and laid on the floor, and then Cyril lay on his back on it and looked again at his throbbing cock, amazed and delighted.
When Greta came to stand astride him Cyril sat up and felt his way to the crotch and seat of her bloomers, and he soon had her hips jerking with passion as he felt her up and talked of how her piss would soon be shooting through the rayon to shower him, and of how he would then take her wet bloomers down and fuck her hot cunt.
'Are you ready now, lover?' she asked. 'I really can't hold it back much longer.'
'I'm ready, you beautiful, horny bitch. I'm ready for you to tower me with your hot piss. Get ready to piss in your bloomers for me.'
