Chapter 2
Jolene kicked sand and watched the wind blow some of it into the water. The surf was mild and steady, the cool wavelets lapping around her ankles. Jessie walked close by, her fingers entwined with Jolene's. A sand fly lit on her smooth, flat belly and Jolene brushed it away. She and her sister were wearing matching bikinis. But they weren't really bikinis at all. They'd made them on their mother's sewing machine out of the sheerest nylon. It was so thin in fact that when Jolene swam, the crotch band always twisted up between her cunt lips. But men loved the teensy strings that held up the triangles of pale blue. Their mother had made them sew in a double layer so that their nipples wouldn't show through when the suits were wet.
"I've been thinking," Jolene said.
"Me too." Jessie let go her sister's hand and picked up a shell.
"Remember when I was sitting on Jimmy this morning?"
"Yeah," Jessie said, seemingly more intent on the shell than her sister's words.
"Well, you know he had a hard-on."
"Sure. All boys have hard-ons in the morning. It's because they have to pee. Lonny always did even when he was sleeping." Jessie tossed the shell away and bent to find another.
"Lonny was a walking hard-on."
Jessica giggled. "Wouldn't that be too much! A walking hard-on." She hugged her breasts. "Ohhh, I'd go up and give it a hug if I saw one."
Jolene frowned at her, touched her damp hair. "You made me forget what I was going to say. Oh yeah, about Jimmy."
"Well?"
Jolene leaned close to whisper. "I'd love to fuck him."
"God, Jolene, he's your brother."
"I thought of that." She scratched her hip. "Does it make any difference?"
"Your damn right it does. If mom or dad caught you...."
Both girls exploded in giggles. They walked a little further into the sea. The spray frothed around them. Jessie romped down the beach ahead of her twin sister, then waited for Jolene to catch up.
"No, really," Jolene went on, "I got all excited sitting on him. I could feel his cock through his skivvies real good. Of course I had on my panties too, but I could still feel that thing. It was throbbing and kinda hot."
"Ohhh, you make me shivery," Jessie said, rubbing her nose. She always rubbed her nose when she was feeling sexually excited. It was a small difference between them that no one had ever noticed.
"I think he's pretty big. Anyway, he's long. I could tell by the way he felt pressing up against my pussy!" She tilted her head. "Lonny wasn't very long."
"Will you quit!" Jessie laughed. "Or I'm gonna have to yank my bikini down and...."
"Hey, look!" Jolene said, pointing down the beach. They usually found themselves alone at this time of day, but beyond a big rock Jolene could make out the solitary figure of a man. He was in swimming trunks, looking out to sea. Nearby she thought she could see a blanket and a portable radio.
Jessie snickered. "I wonder how long he is!" She turned to Jolene. "And how do you know how long or short Lonny was. Who are you comparing him with?"
"Nobody. That's just the trouble." She was squinting at the figure down the beach. "Come on, let's jog."
As they trotted up to the guy, Jolene wondered how they must appear to him. She was fully aware of their budding sexuality. Jessie had lovely tits and her own were just about as big. They quivered as they ran, almost bouncing out of the skimpy silk cups of their bikini tops. The man turned and watched with a smile.
"Hi!" chorused the twins, and laughed their names at him.
"Howdy," the man said and admitted to being called Monty.
They exchanged small talk. Monty looked politely away when Jessie rearranged one of her rather plump breasts in its cup, but she smiled at him as if she'd merely slapped one of those pesky sand flies.
"You here on vacation?" Jessie asked.
"I work at the docks," the young man said, touching his dark mustache. Jolene had circled behind him to see how well he was put together. She liked his ass. It was more muscular than Lonny's had been. In fact, the more she thought about Lonny, the more she realized what an imperfect specimen he'd been.
Jessie was really working on him. It was the way they always started their game. Jessie giving him an obvious come-on while Jolene began to sulk with jealousy. At the last they'd managed to get Lonny to promise all sorts of silly things. Poor Lonny.
"I want to swim," Jessie said, taking the man's hand. "Go with me."
"Sure...."
Jolene watched them splash into the incoming waves. When they were waist deep, she saw her sister's hands go down to the man's waist. She couldn't hear them talking but they laughed and Monty blushed and nodded. In a little bit Jolene saw his trunks floating in on a wave top. She picked them out of the sand, wrung them out and folded them twice. Then she buried them and camouflaged the spot. The next wave finished the job.
Out in the waves, Jessie was leading Monty further up the beach. Jolene watched as they came ashore and ducked toward an outcropping of coral and granite. Jessie, of course, had already taken off her bikini bottom and hung it around her neck. One breast flopped free of its skimpy cup. Jolene could see Monty say something and pull her sister against him. Then they were out of sight.
"I like your name," Monty said. "Jessie. It sounds wild."
"I am wild," Jessie said, pushing her hand down his belly.
"Yeah ... you are!"
Jessie had her cunt-mound up against the man's thigh. She knew he could feel her kinky cunt-hair and the moisture from her seeping slit. She gave Monty her open mouth and he kissed her with a groan of excitement. These silly males could lose their cool in a matter of seconds. It excited her to have such power over a man. It made her feel smarter, more aware.
"Do you want me?"
"God, yes!" Monty sighed, pushing his hands down the curve of her back. He caressed her bare ass-cheeks and she wiggled around to make him want her even more. Then she let the hand on his belly slide further. She grasped his hot cockshaft and began to massage it. Up to-then he hadn't really been hard. Maybe because they were outside and all. But as soon as her fingers began to knead the spongy firmness, she could feel it filling with hot blood.
"Ohhh," she sighed, pushing her wet lips against his throat, "you're big!"
"Let me take this off," Monty breathed, undoing her tiny halter. She liked the feeling of her breasts coming free. With a groan Monty covered one tit with his mouth and sucked hungrily at the nipple. She let her head flop against his shoulder and clung around his neck as he worked the sensitive nubbin with his tongue.
"Ghaaaaa ... ohhh, I like that. Do it harder ... do it ... do it!"
They slipped down onto the sandy beach. The sun warmed her bare ass as she knelt there with him. He kept trying to pull her down onto her back, but she resisted.
"You lie down," she commanded, giving him a sultry look. Monty did like she wanted. Jessie tossed her blonde hair back and straddled him. Then, holding his rigid cock up with one hand, she began to rub her swollen, slippery pussy back and forth against the super-sensitive knob.
"Jesus! Ohhhh, wow, baby, let's go ahead and get it on, what do you say?"
"You don't have a rubber, do you?"
"I don't carry one with me when I'm swimming."
"We can't fuck then." But Jessie kept rubbing his cocktip against her pussy. It felt wonderful. She was crazy for the way it felt. Slippery ... she was so damned slippery between her mound. She leaned down to kiss him directly on the lips. He held her down against him, her breasts dragging across his chest as she pumped her ass up and down against his prick. She knew that he was dying to get it in her. It made her want to laugh.
"Damn ... you're so hot, so goddamn hot!" Monty rolled her over suddenly. She felt sand against her ass as he forced her legs apart. But when he pushed his cock forward, Jessie had both hands clamped over her throbbing mound.
"Eat me first."
Without hesitation, the good-looking guy crawled down between her thighs and started licking her fingers. Little by little she opened them to give him a taste of the succulent, soft flesh underneath. He moaned with want. That was how Jessie wanted him. Begging.
"Yesssss ... like that," she gasped, taking her hands completely away. Monty's tongue flicked hungrily over the swollen outer lips and then dove between them. Jessie arched her back, lifting her hips from the beach as she dug her nails against the nape of the man's head to pull him against her.
The slurp of his lips against her delicate folds made her whimper with lust. She was really going now ... she could feel the beginning of the tickle which would build and build until she screamed with the intensity of it.
"God, I want to fuck you," he said.
"Not yet ... ohhhhh, keep doing that. Ohhhhhhh, you're killing me!"
Again the strong man tried to mount her. He was about to push his rigid cock into her pussy when Jessie wrapped her fingers around it and gripped tight. He couldn't pry her loose and she could tell that it hurt him to be held so tightly.
"No," she whispered, shaking her head.
"What in hell do I have to do?"
"Eat me some more," she smiled. "Only you get on bottom this time."
Jessie rolled him onto his back and straddled his face. That was one of her favorite positions. She could vary the pressure, make everything perfect. She had her knees in the sand, her ass plunging up and down against his chin and lips and teeth. She could feel his tongue gouging and flicking her clit when she tilted her hips at just the right angle. It was heaven and though she could have come twice already, she'd held it back.
"Christ, you're beautiful!" Monty gasped, his words half smothered by the pink wet heat of her young pussy.
"I know," Jessie sighed, holding her clit down for him to suck on. He pulled it between his teeth and fanned it with the tip of his tongue. Jessie shuddered violently as the devastating pleasure boiled up inside her. She wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. It was getting too good.
"Ahhhhh," she cried. "Yikes!"
"Le'me fuck you," Monty begged, but she held his face still and covered his open mouth with her split. His hands fumbled-at her waist. When she looked down between her tits, she could see her blonde curls clinging to the man's lips. She could feel his tongue reaching up into her body and then sliding across her clit again. She bucked with excitement, forcing her mound even wider. Now he was licking every bit of that feverish surface! And she felt her tickly pleasure begin to surge.
Jessie couldn't hold off her come any longer. But she always got so giddy and weak when she came that if this strange guy guessed what was happening he'd pounce her in a second. And she didn't want his prick shooting cream inside her. So she smothered her hot moans and tried to keep from trembling.
"Yuuuhhh ... ohhhhhh, you're doing it just right darling," she gasped. She saw stars burst against her closed eyelids. The roar of the ocean reached a crescendo. She grabbed him with both hands and ground ecstasy from her pussy. And just as she began to jerk and twitch in the final, devastating pleasure, she sensed that Monty knew.
"Damn ... gotta get inside you," he gasped, flipping her onto her back in the sand. He spread her arms out and pinned them to the beach. She felt his lunging, his slapping cock against her thighs.
"Help ... Jolene!"
Jolene came skittering down the rocks. She bounded from the last ledge and landed ankle-deep in sand ... just a yard from-where Monty was trying to fuck her writhing sister. Without hesitation, she circled her fingers around his balls and squeezed just tight enough to let him know what was going on.
"Get off her, damn it!" she said.
Monty grunted and froze. "Hey ... don't do anything crazy with those!"
"I don't want to hurt you," Jolene cooed, fondling the slippery eggs in their sac. "Ohhh, they're so warm. Bet they're full of cum, too."
"Christ!" the young man groaned, more afraid of what pain she might inflict on him than any discomfort he was actually experiencing. "Who are you two? Where did you come from."
Jessie tilted her head and frowned at him. "We got off a flying saucer." She got untangled from under the man's body. "You were gonna fuck me without a rubber. That's not nice." he was on his hands and knees, looking up at her. She leaned to him and her frown changed quickly to a smile. Then she pushed her tongue into his mouth and kissed him furiously. He moaned again, completely confused now and Jessie danced away giggling like a maniac.
"I think my sister wants you to eat her too," she said, circling behind him. Jolene let her sister take Monty's balls in her firm grasp and got down on the sand on her back. She was panting with anticipation. She loved to have her pussy eaten. Ever since Lonny had showed them what it was all about, she'd craved every good-looking guy she saw.
She wiggled her hips and scooted out of her bikini bottom. Monty was looking a little exhausted. Poor Monty. His head was hung between his arms, but when she inched her bare belly into view, his eyes brightened. He looked with unashamed lust at her lightly tanned belly, the firm shape of her upper thighs and the sparsely-haired beauty of her cunt-mound.
"God, I can't believe this...."
"Make him believe it," Jolene said to her sister and saw Jessie squeeze his balls. Monty's mouth fell open in response to the lustful sensation. Just before he put his mouth down against Jolene's cunt, she saw his cock swinging under his belly. The head was dark, dark purple. The shaft was studded with veins that looked ready to explode.
"Ohhhh, God ... that's it ... ohhhhh yesssss!" Jolene grunted happily, working her ass in circles under the licking, nibbling mouth of their captured stud. She'd gotten pretty worked up just watching her sister mess around with this guy. She'd watched it all from the top of the rock. And now that his mouth was actually pressed against her steamy folds, she knew she was going to get off in a matter of seconds.
"I like his balls," Jessie said, happily playing with the tender things. "One is bigger than the other but I can't figure out whether it's the left one or the right one."
"Uhnnnnn," Jolene gasped, wrapping her soft thighs around Monty's head. She dug her heels into his back, pulling her cunt upwards, rubbing it's parted surfaces against his licking, sucking mouth.
She came violently, flopping onto her side, getting her leg tangled under Monty's arm. He kept gnawing at her flooding cunt and she whimpered like a puppy there before him. When at last Jolene opened her eyes, Jessie had made Monty stand up. She still had her fingers circled tightly around his ballsac.
"Damn ... you." He gritted his teeth, brushed hair from his eyes. "You know I could grab you. You might hurt me but as soon as I got my hands on you, you little bitch!"
"He sure talks big," Jessie laughed, her arm lodged in the crack of his ass so she could keep a firm grasp on him, "but I don't think he's as mad as he sounds."
Jolene pushed herself up and shook the sand from her bikini bottom. "He's not mad. He's enjoying this." She stepped up to Monty and dragged the damp crotch of the silky bathing costume across the handsome man's face. She knew what he was smelling. The faint, pungent musk of her own youthful body. It always worked like magic and Jolene wasn't surprised when a grin broke across his face. .-
"You're right!" Jessie exclaimed, jumping up and down. Her hand still pinched his ballsac. "He-likes somebody to hold him by the balls."
"No, sweet sister, not just anybody. Another man wouldn't do at all." Jolene kissed his mouth lingerlingly. Then she stepped into her bikini bottom and tied the tiny strings. The cool nylon felt good against her inflamed pussy. She faced Monty and wrapped both hands around his cock. "But men don't mind it at all if a woman gets them by the balls." She pushed her tongue out and brushed his bottom lip. "Do they?"
Again Monty grinned. "You got me all right. You sure got me."
"He's got a sense of humor," Jolene said. "I like a guy who can laugh in the face of adversity."
"What's adversity?" Jessie asked, her nose wrinkled as she thought.
"What we've given poor Monty. But I think he deserves better."
"Oh, shit, let's go back to the beach house. I'm bored with him."
Jolene watched the young man's eyes. "Maybe we should give him back his trunks first."
"Let him find them. They'll wash up."
"I buried them," Jolene laughed. She was massaging the skin of Monty's cock. She watched his chest take in more and more air. His eyes closed. His knees trembled like he could hardly stand there on the beach without folding.
"You're not going to bring him off, are you?" Jessie nagged.
"Let him go, Jess. We had our fun with him and actually he was much nicer about it than most guys are."
"He might grab you," Jessie warned. "No, he knows who's boss now, don't you Monty?"
"Uhhhnnn ... yeah!" He licked his dry lips. He put his hands on her shoulders but not to throw her down or anything so gross. The poor guy needed help standing. Jessie let go his balls and stepped away to see what was going to happen. Jolene massaged his cock with even, graceful strokes.
"You'd better lay down, Monty," she breathed. He sank to his knees immediately. Jolene went to her knees beside him, her hand never ceasing its movements. She was surprised when she felt something hot and slick flood out into her palm.
"Oh my, he was really stoked up, Jessie. Poor guy." She milked the hot cum from him, drawing the seed from deep in his balls and massaging the entire length of his prick. She watched the surges of white ooze out and drip down her fingers. The sun made the cum flow with lovely radiance. She liked the way it felt clinging between her fingers. She liked the smell of it too. And in a way she envied her twin sister for having experienced the taste of a man's cum. Jessie had swallowed Lonny's cum more than once. But Jolene couldn't get her to describe the experience in enough detail. What did it feel like, spurting against your tongue? And how did it feel to have a man's throbbing cock thrust between your lips?
"Ohhhh, God, he's getting it all over you,"
Jessie said, bending down to watch Jolene's moving hands.
"He's got a lot!"
"Yeah!" Jessie licked her lips. Jolene didn't know whether it was coincidence or an indication that her twin was really thinking about tasting jizz. Because Jessie had never even really admitted liking the taste of the stuff. Monty gasped and his head flopped weakly to the side. Jolene was propping him up, his arm hung heavily around her shoulders. She could still feel that powerful muscle working up deep in his groin. And every time it spasmed, a new glob of semen oozed from the tiny slit at the tip. She milked more of the thick stuff down to the pulsing cock head andwatched it dangle in strings to the sand.
Jessie finished squirming back into her bikini and bounced around impatiently.
"Come on, let's go. He's wasted now."
Jolene kissed Monty's cheek. He looked at her with a numb expression. But there was awe in his eyes. She was sure he'd never run into two girls quite like them.
"My sister just wants to cast you off like a used-up innertube," Jolene said, then laughed. "But don't worry. I'm not quite so cruel." She stood up and brushed the sand from her legs. Some of Monty's cum smeared across her skin and she wrinkled her nose in a frown.
"My trunks...." the young man said, voice weak.
"Wait here, I'll go get them."
The twins bounced off down the shoreline. Jolene found the hiding place and unearthed the swimming trunks with her toe. She tossed them to Jessie. "Go give him these. We'd better be getting back to the house."
"Should make him swim for them," Jessie pouted. Then she smiled and pulled out the net pouch sewn inside the trunks. "Look at what they give them to put their cocks in!" she bubbled. "Men are really weird. You know, to have something hanging from them like that."
Jolene watched Jessie scamper down the beach towards the rock where Monty lay resting. He was probably trying to figure out whether he was still sane or not. Jolene giggled and watched Jessie come jogging back.
"He said he's in love with you," Jess blurted, pretending anger. "What did I do wrong?"
"You're just a little savage," Jolene said, poking her twin sister in the side. "Come on."
And as they walked up the beach hand in hand, Jolene was thinking of her brother. How nice he'd smelled that morning when they'd gone in and wrestled him. How his cock had looked hidden under the stretched cotton of his skivvies.
"Sometimes he did it too hard with his tongue," Jessie said out of the blue.
"Men have to learn how to do that," Jolene agreed. "A girl is pretty tender right there." She shrugged, laughed. "Oh, well, he tried." Jessie considered this and then looked thoughtful again.
"Holly is a sex maniac, did you know that?"
"Jessie, she's just experimenting."
"Some experimenting," Jess said, eyes wide. "I watched her use a hot dog and a pickle and that stupid hairbrush she's got. She does it all the time."
"And you're perfectly normal of course."
"Sure! Just a red-blooded American girl. That's what Lonny told me!"
"Come on, dum-dum," Jolene said, pulling her sister along. "If we don't hurry, Jimmy'll take the boat out without us."
"That guy made me sleepy...."
"Aren't you the grateful one!" Together they jogged down the beach.