Chapter 6
"Over here, Cindy!" Emerging from the house into the bright California sunshine left me blinking and squinting for a few seconds. Then I spotted Honey lying beside the pool. I walked over slowly, my legs still a little shaky as a result of my frantic coupling with Joseph.
Honey grinned widely as she watched the way I was maneuvering. That woman didn't miss a trick! "I get the feeling you had more than just eggs and bacon for breakfast," she chuckled. "In fact, I'd venture to say that you indulged yourself in a tasty bit of prime cut," she added.
I giggled inwardly, but decided that two could play her game. "Why Honey, I don't think I understand just what it is you're alluding to," I purred innocently.
"What I guess I meant to say," Honey added, keeping a remarkably straight face, "is that I thought you might have been playing the non-virgin Mary to a certain little Joseph."
This remark cracked me up and I started laughing. "I hope you don't think I took advantage of your houseboy," I said.
T certainly hope you did!" the hip Honey replied. "I like to think he earns his salary and, besides, he gets a bonus if I find that he's treating my guests in the fashion to which I'd like them to become accustomed."
I sat down on a chaise lounge located directly beside the one which Honey's terrific bod was occupying. "Well, if that's the case," I grinned, "Joseph is entitled to a double bonus!"
"He is a' fantastic lay for a young kid," Honey said in a totally matter-of-fact manner. "He's been with me for almost six months-and that's longer than any of the others I've had. Most of them worked out fine in most areas, but when it came to . . . ah . . . certain specialized assignments they just gave out. If you know what I mean." I grinned at her. I knew exactly what she meant. Between Honey and her girls a dude who wasn't a sexual dynamo could easily get burned out pretty damn quickly.
The sun was really beating down so I casually peeled off my tee-shirt. Honey's eyes sparkled as she watched my firm boobs pop out from under the cloth. "Why don't we take a quick swim before I get Joseph to drive us over to pick up your things," she suggested.
"Sounds fine to me," I replied, quickly shucking out of my jeans.
Honey had less to remove. She was wearing only a tiny little g-string bikini bottom. She stood up and then shimmied her way out of the brief panties. Then she hugged me, gave me a kiss, slapped me playfully on the ass, and executed a perfect dive into the enormous pool. I quickly followed suit and for the next ten minutes or so we fooled around like a couple of little kids.
At one point Honey dove under water and I lost track of her for a few seconds. Then, out of nowhere, I felt a long, tapered finger dive into my cunt. It hurt a little bit since the water had sluiced out whatever juices had remained after my bout with Joseph, but the corkscrewing digit soon got things lubricated again.
Then, as quickly as it had come, the finger was gone and a giggling Honey surfaced directly in front of me. She threw her arms around my neck and began rubbing her prominent pubic mound against mine. We kissed passionately and for the next few minutes we ground our boxes together until we both came simultaneously. It dawned on me that Honey was able to bring me to a climax faster than anyone I'd ever made it with-man or woman. A lazy smile crept across my face and Honey chuckled: "You are a wanton little bitch! You dig sex almost as much as I do." I changed my smile into a mock-pout which made Honey laugh with delight. "Okay, you win! You dig it as much as I do!"
We climbed out of the pool and dried each other off with coarse beach towels. The rough cloth rubbing against my sensitive skin was extremely pleasant, and I began thinking that I could get used to Honey's kind of lifestyle very quickly.
I slipped back into my clothes while Honey put on a low-cut, above-the-knee summer dress. She looked ravishing. "Well, kid, I think it's about time we got our asses in gear and hit the road." She picked up a tiny gold whistle which had been lying on a low table and gave it three quick blasts.
Within seconds Joseph appeared from the house, dressed in a pair of tight white bell-bottoms and a blue and white striped tee-shirt. He ambled across the lawn and joined us beside the pool. "I want you to drive us into . . ." Honey started to say before she broke up laughing. "Where the hell are we going, Cindy? You never did get around to telling me where you've been living."
"Lolly and Brian's place is in Box Canyon," I told her with a grin. Honey and Joseph thought this information was damned funny. "It is a pretty appropriate name when you come to think about it," I said wryly.
"Which car do you want to take, Honey?" asked Joseph.
"Is the Rolls back from the garage?" she asked. Joseph nodded. "Okay," Honey nodded, "we'll go in that one." Joseph headed for the front of the mansion, with Honey and I close on his heels.
A few minutes later we were tooling through Beverly Hills in the grooviest car I'd ever been in. It was a maroon Rolls Royce Corniche convertible with a glove-soft white-leather interior. "Dynamite," I said, with a smile.
"Thanks," said Honey, "It's my favorite."
Twenty minutes later we pulled up in front of the tiny little house nestled in the woods at the end of a small dirt road running off Box Canyon. "It looks simply adorable," murmured Honey, as Joseph maneuvered the car up the narrow little driveway.
"Want me to honk the horn?" Joseph suggested. I glanced over at Honey and winked.
"Don't bother," I said, "let's surprise them."
Honey and I got out of the car and headed for the house while Joseph slumped lazily behind the wheel-apparently content to get some shut-eye.
Given the energy he'd expended earlier, he deserved a nap!
Honey and I tiptoed up to the front door like a couple of cat burglars. I put the key in the door and opened it as quietly as I could. With Honey following close behind I made my way through the living room and headed down the short hallway towards the back bedroom which Lolly and twin brother Brian shared.
Just as I was about to put my hand on the doorknob, we heard a low moan from within. I grinned wickedly: "They're home," I whispered to Honey. She grinned back and I signaled with my hand that at the count of "three" I was going to whip open the door. Honey nodded and stifled a schoolgirl giggle. "One! Two! Three!," I whispered in a barely audible tone. Then in one quick motion I flung open the door.
"ALRIGHT, YOU PERVERTS! THIS IS A RAID!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Then Honey and I broke out in hysterical laughter at the scene which confronted us.
Brian, who happened to be a Yoga nut, was standing on his head with his back propped' up against the far wall. He was stark naked. His fully clothed twin sister, Lolly, was hunched over him at about waist level-munching away on his prick with her usual zest and dexterity.
Our entrance hadn't really scared them, but it did cause them to freeze in their erotic yet slightly comical positions. For a moment nobody moved or said a word. Then Brian, cool as poop, said casually: "Hi, Cindy. Hi, strange, pretty pussy. Well be with ya in a minute. Gotta finish this exercise." Lolly didn't even bother to look up.
"Okay, sis. Bring me home!" he said softly. .
Whereupon Lolly resumed sucking Brian off with a frenzy. Her slurping and gurgling sent shivers of sensuality racing through my body, and a quick glance at Honey confirmed that she, too, was greatly aroused by the scene going down.
In a minute or two Brian was moaning his head off and Lolly was sucking his rigid cock with a blinding speed and intensity. Then Brian's face contorted in anticipation of his imminent ejaculation, and Lolly's heavy breathing added to the sexual tension which enveloped the small room like a thick fog.
Brian's body curved away from the wall and, for a moment, I imagined that he was about to lose his balance and come crashing down to the floor. But Lolly quickly raised her arms and kept Brian's shaking body plastered against the wall. In the meantime the gorgeous little cocksucker never lost a beat.
"ALRIGHT! HERE IT COMES," Brian screamed: "TAKE MY CREAM, SIS! DRAIN MY DICK!!!"
Head bobbing, Lolly cupped both hands firmly around Brian's jism-filled balls and began to squeeze them with a milking motion. Eyes wide in appreciation and personal desire, Honey and I, moving like sleepwalkers, approached the twins in order to get a really good look at the culmination of the horny scene.
At that moment Brian's cock began to jump and twitch. Lolly sucked and squeezed as if her very life depended on it and then Brian went over the top. A gushing geyser of hot come started to spurt relentlessly from his bucking cock.
Lolly eagerly and greedily gulped and swallowed the steaming jism as it jetted into her mouth. She kept squeezing his balls as if to try and empty them of every possible drop of the precious love juice. But as fast and as hard as she fought to retain every bit of come in her mouth, some of it ran out and trickled obscenely down her chin.
Finally Brian's prick calmed down and the young boy let out a long moan of satisfaction. But Lolly didn't let up. She gently stroked his wilting pecker, trying to draw out every last drop. Then she licked his prick clean from the base of his balls to the tip of his prick. Finally she stood up, and Honey and I could see a thin thread of sticky semen strung out from the tip of his meat to the girl's glistening lips. She deftly caught the thread of jism on the end of a finger and then licked her digit clean. A wide smile of personal self-satisfaction spread across her pretty face and she bent down again, giving Brian's now totally deflated prick a final, lingering kiss.
Brian executed a perfect back flip and wound up standing directly in front of me and Honey. He held out his hand to Honey, at the same time planting a warm kiss on my lips. But his sparkling blue eyes were riveted on my beautiful new friend. "Hi, Cindy's friend. I'm Brian and this is my half-sister, Lolly."
"What do you mean 'half-sister,' you arrogant little prick!" snarled Lolly in mock-anger.
"Well," grinned Brian, "you're half-lover, half-sister. Right?" Lolly giggled.
Then Lolly shook hands with Honey and I introduced the twins to my companion. While I was taking care of the social amenities, Lolly, Brian and Honey were giving each other a thorough once over. Apparently, judging from the smiles on their faces, their approval of each other was mutual. Impulsively, Lolly even planted a friendly kiss on Honey's lips-and Honey warmly reciprocated.
A few minutes later tie four of us were sitting in the living room, rapping and sharing a joint as though we'd all known each other for years. I told Brian and Lolly about my decision to move into Honey's. The twins were initially somewhat disappointed at the news, but they brightened immediately upon hearing Honey extend them an "open invitation" to fall by anytime they wanted to. "Anytime?" asked Brian with a grin. "We wouldn't want to show up when you were... uh... busy."
Honey laughed: "Brian, I'm always busy-and the kind of things that keep me busy are the kind of things which make company an added pleasure." Brian and Lolly looked at each other and smiled.
"That's really groovy of you, Honey," said Lolly. "I'm really looking forward to a visit."
"The feeling's completely mutual, Lolly, I can assure you that," said Honey with a sly grin. It was obvious that Honey found the twins very much to her taste. She ran her eyes slowly down Brian's lean, almost hairless body and then shifted her gaze to Lolly.
Honey's bold, searching gaze was met by Lolly's equally cool, friendly appraisal of the older woman. It was easy to see why Honey found Lolly so appealing.
The young girl had naturally golden hair, bright blue eyes (identical to Brian's) and a face so pretty and seemingly innocent that you might have expected to find that she'd been featured on the cover of teen magazines.
But it was Lolly's body which Honey found entrancing-and with good cause. Although slim, Lolly had high, full boobs whose hot pink nipples, still hard as a result of her lustful bout with Brian, poked out perkily from beneath a flimsy little jersey. Her stomach was flat as a board and her waist was incredibly tiny. Her legs were full, long and exquisitely tapered.
As Honey drank in Lolly's undeniable beauty, my mind flashed back to the countless times Lolly, Brian and I had made frantic love in that little back bedroom. I shivered slightly as I remembered the wonderful pleasure I'd received courtesy of Lolly's full, sensual mouth and highly educated tongue.
While I was basking in the glow of past erotic scenes, Honey continued rapping to Lolly and Brian. Snapping out of my daydream, I heard Honey softly suggest, "You guys might want to drop over to my place about ten tonight. I'm thinking of having an intimate little get together." Honey's emphasis was on the word "intimate" and I had no doubt that we were all in for one hell of an evening! I couldn't wait.
"We'd love to come," said Brian.
"Yeah," added Lolly with a giggle, "We don't get to do all that much mansion-hopping."
"Great!" enthused Honey. "Cindy and I have a stop to make about nine, but my houseboy Joseph-and a few friends-will be there to show you around and make you feel at home."
"What kind of clothes should we wear?" asked Lolly.
With a sly grin Honey looked her straight in the eye: "As much or as little as you like-as long as you come casual." Lolly grinned her understanding and Honey couldn't resist driving her point home a little bit further. "You'll find that my parties are more than a little informal."
Brian, who'd been standing in a corner with his back to us, wheeled around and confronted the three of us with a boyish grin: "Is this casual enough?"
Lolly, Honey and I stared at him and then broke out in hysterical laughter. Always the clown, Brian had obviously stroked himself into another giant erection. But it wasn't the stiff cock that made us laugh: It was the red, white and blue tennis sock which he'd pulled over his prick like a glove. Aside from a captain's hat (complete with gold braid) perched on his head, he was stark naked.
While Brian posed impishly in front of us, Honey suddenly pulled one of those small Polaroid cameras out of her shoulder bag and captured Brian on film. "Hey!" he yelled. "I usually charge twenty bucks an hour for my modeling services!"
Honey pulled the film from the camera, waited until the full-color snapshot emerged, and then held it up for everybody to see. Then she looked straight into Brian's eyes: "Well, kid. I usually charge about twelve inches for my photographic services!"
We all broke up again and then Honey and I decided to leave. While she rapped with Brian and Lolly I quickly loaded a couple of suitcases full of clothes and other essential personal items. I figured it might be a long stay.
When I came back into the living room, dragging the heavy suitcases, the trio were just polishing off another joint of Brian's private stash. I took a few quick tokes and then Honey and I kissed Lolly goodbye. Brian carried my luggage out to the car and Joseph put them into the trunk.
Honey introduced Brian to Joseph and it looked like they hit it off immediately. Then, as I climbed into the back seat of the Rolls, Honey laid another, more passionate kiss on Brian and snaked her hand down to his crotch and gave his bulging cock a playful squeeze. Then she joined me in the back seat and Joseph started to back the car slowly down the driveway.
"See you tonight!" I yelled to Brian and he yelled back "We'll be there! Wouldn't miss it for the world." Then he pulled the sock off his cock and threw it in our direction. It sailed through the air and wound up dangling from the hood ornament of the Rolls. Joseph stopped the car, obviously intending to remove the sock, but Honey stopped him. "Leave it there. It looks kinda cute, don't you think?"
And with that we sped off down the dirt road and headed back towards Beverly Hills.