Marni came down to dinner and received the shock of her life. There, sitting side by side at the table, were two gorgeous, dark-haired women, twins.
"Marni," Beth said, "I want you to meet our house… Velma and Thelma. And don't try to tell them apart unless they have those chokers around their necks. They're identical twins."
Both girls said hello and Marni's last hope of finding out which one of them had been her lover in the sauna passed. They both had low, husky voices, and they both spoke on an identical plane of pitch.
Both girls were tall, statuesque, with long black hair that was pulled back severely from their faces and hung in one long braid down their backs.
Conversation during dinner consisted mostly of little comments about the coming party that evening. Only once did one of the girls direct a comment to Marni.
"I understand you're married," Thelma said.
"Not any longer than I can help it," Marni answered.
"What's the matter?" Velma said, "Doesn't he give you enough?"
Beth's glass slammed down on the table. She glared at the girl. "I told you about that, Velma."
"Okay… okay, all right, I'm sorry," the girl said, and turned to Marni. "I apologize."
"It's all right," Marni said, biting her lip. "It was quite the opposite. He gave me too much… he was animal."
"Owwww… I kind of like animals," Thelma said.
Beth coughed and again centered a scathing look on both the twins.
All conversation stopped for the rest of the meal.
As soon as the table was cleared and little Tim was put to bed they all left. Marni got into her robe and curled up in front of the television. But she couldn't keep her mind on the programs. It kept going back upstairs to the sauna and what had happened there.
She also thought a great deal about the twins. They seemed so young to be close friends of Beth and Tim. Marni guessed that they weren't over three years older than she was. And they seemed hardly the type for house guests.
The screen got fuzzy before her eyes. Her head nodded. She slumped in the chair. When his voice came through her consciousness she raised her head.
"Hello there," he said.
"Hi," Marni replied.
"I'm Tom… from next door? I just came over for some more ice."
That was strange, she thought. They were having a party and he was wearing a robe. Why would he wear a robe to a cocktail party?
"You must be the sister?" Tom said.
"Yes… I'm Marni."
He was very handsome. He was staring at her strangely. She was sure she could see his cock standing in the front of his robe like a flagpole.
That meant, she thought, that she was in the midst of another dream.
It must be a dream. People don't go to parties with their robes on.
But it was a strange dream. The strangest she had ever had. She felt woozy, sleepy, and in all her dreams she was always wide awake.
"You've sure got two beautiful tits," he said.
"What?" she replied, jerking her mind back to the present situation.
"You've got nice cakes," he said.
No one in her dreams was ever that crude, Marni thought. Only in life would someone, someone like Homer, call her breasts "cakes". It was certainly a strange dream.
He had moved until he stood directly in front of her and over her. His eyes were not looking at her tits even though his hands were still fondling them.
Marni looked down. Her robe was open. She was leaning languidly back in the chair with her nude body clearly exposed to this man she had never met before, and he was playing with her tits.
Yes, she thought, it was a dream. It must be a dream.
She got into the spirit of it. Marni leaned forward and pulled his robe open. "You've got a nice cock," she said.
"Whoopie," he replied. "That bastard, Tim. Hidin' you all this time. Probably savin' you all for himself and Beth. Maybe just for himself, if I know him. He should have brought you to the party."
"The party?"
"Yeah. He said you weren't a swinger and you hated men."
"Oh no," Marni replied. "I dream about men all the time and I dream about their cocks. I love cock. I suppose I've had over a hundred cocks. I fucked my doctor in the hospital you know?"
"Oh yeah?"
"Sure. And I just fucked Tim in the sauna upstairs this afternoon."
"Yeah…"
"No… I'm sorry. It was in the club. Yes, I guess I'm confused because this seems to be different than my usual dream."
"What dream?"
"The one we're… I mean, the one I'm having now," Marni said, shaking her head.
"Baby, I think you must have had too much wine for dinner."
"Yes… yes, that's probably it," she said.
"But," he said, "who am I to say what the hell it s… you wanna dream… let's dream."
He reached down and pulled her up from the chair. Marni came against him willingly. Her soft pubic hair came in direct contact with his cock. It slid between her legs and the hard ridge raced back and forth against the heated folds of her cunt.
"That feels good," she moaned.
"Oh shit, you are really all woman," he said, groping for her cunt with his hand. "Nice high tits, good ass, and wide hips."
"I'm a real good fuck," Marni said. "All my lovers say that."
"I can hardly wait to find out," he said as she ran her hand down and wrapped it around his cock.
He jammed three fingers up her pussy.
She jumped. It hurt her. She thought that was strange also. She could usually do anything in her dreams and it never hurt her. Why would just shoving three of his fingers up her cunt hurt so much?
He noticed. "Hurt?"
"Yes," she replied. "I don't know why. It's not supposed to."
"Well, a… look," he said, suddenly afraid that he had gone too far too fast. "If you don't want me to fuck you, it's okay. I'd love to eat some of that pussy of yours."
"No, that's okay," Marni said. "I like your cock. It's big. And besides, I'm sure it will all be all right."
His breathing was coming heavier as he slowly moved his hips back and forth, fucking her between her thighs. "Mmmmm, gonna be good," he moaned. "Real fucking good."
She found his lips with hers; they were moist and welcomingly parted. Her tongue glided effortlessly through his lips, prying, opening, until it found his tongue. Quick, darting movements, thrust of a tongue against a tongue heightened the passion already alive in their bodies.
Then Marni slowed her tongue. With it she struck up a deliberate tempo, in and out of his mouth. Her tongue became a cock, fucking his mouth, hotly suggestive of what she wanted him to do with the real thing.
His body shuddered with anticipation. He dropped his hand to her knee and moved it upward, between her smooth, silky thighs until it came to rest at the top of her hairy slit. His fingers found their way between the wiry hair and oozing lips.
Marni shivered visibly at his touch. She felt the bud of her clitoris stiffening under his massaging thumb while a longer finger ran along the moist warm slit. This time he didn't shove his fingers into her cunt. He wormed them in smoothly and more gently.
Better, she thought. It was more like the dream should be. She could feel her legs shaking with the anticipation of his cock skewering her pussy. She reached between her legs and traced the long, hard fine of his throbbing cock with the softness of her fingers.
They moved together and fell down on the soft sofa. "Let me see you," she said, turning him toward the light from the television. "I want to see your cock."
Her voice was husky with need and desire. She held his cock in the light. Her fingers slowly massaged the folds of foreskin back and forth over the bulging head. She could feel the blood throbbing vigorously under her hand in the shaft of his cock. Tiny drops of clear fluid began to seep from the eye in the cockhead. They smeared wetly against her fingers.
She moved closer to him on the sofa. They kissed again, a lingering, tongue-sloshing kiss that said what their bodies were repeating. They were flesh against flesh and their tongues were speaking in the language of sex.
Yes, Marni mused as she ground her naked body against his, the dream was getting more and more as it should be.
"You're hard… so hard," she moaned.
"I'm hard for you," he breathed.
"I want you!" she gasped. "I want to feel all of this pounding inside me, ripping and tearing me apart!" She moaned again, squeezing his cock hard in her hand.
"Good… oh God, that feels good," he hissed as he cupped and kneaded her fleshy tits.
She spoke. She talked of love and sex. Her words became a jumble as her head moved down his body. It hesitated at his crotch. He stiffened, then relaxed in the sudden surrounding of her warm, tender lips, and her darting tongue.
The skin on his cock seemed to tighten. She opened his legs and stared as his prick pointed directly up at her face. She felt his hands on the back of her head.
"I think I'm gonna come… come right now in your mouth!" he gasped.
She let his cock slip from her mouth. "No," she said. "I almost wanted you to… I mean, shoot right there in my mouth. But I want it my cunt too much. I want you there, right there in my cunt. Feel it? See how wet and ready I am?"
His hand went to her cunt. He felt its moist warmth and the see between the hairy lips. "Yeah," was all he could say.
"Give me pleasure. I want it so much," Marni sighed. "Suck it some first. Kneel down and suck my cunt. Yes, your tongue there. Now scrape it across my clitoris. Oh shit, it's good! Your fucking tongue is good! My pussy is running over with juices!"
With his fingers, he moved the clitoris up and down, mashing, pinching the button between his thumb and index finger. His tongue was driving inside her gooey cuntal lips with all the force he could muster.
Marni's legs trembled. She put her hands on his shoulders. Her fingernails dug into the hard muscle and flesh they found there. It seemed to spur him on to tongue-fuck her even harder. Her breasts rubbed against each other as she squeezed them together with her arms. "More, give me more give me all of it!"
His hands pushed at the tender inner part of her thighs, spreading her legs even wider apart. He mashed his face into the vee they formed. With his tongue he savored her musk and sucked the juices into his throat that seeped from her lips.
Marni's belly rotated at the rhythm of his tongue. With her fingers placed just above the hairy slit, she stretched her cuntlips, showing him the glistening flesh of her inner cunt.
He groaned in response and ran his sharp tongue over the moist folds. He loved it and the hard tip of his cock-like tongue told her so. She cried out in sheer ecstasy. Her thighs did a wild dance, up and down, slamming, spreading. Her whole body convulsed in passion as the cheeks of her ass bounced in his hands.
"I want it… I want your cock now! Give it to me!"
"You take it, any way you want it!"
She flipped her body to her knees before him and savagely pushed him back on the sofa. His cock stood like a huge pole above his hairy groin.
She moved over him and then slowly down, her wet thighs and hips just above his trembling cock. Lower and lower she went, slowly down. Then she touched his body. Then she rested on him, twisting so that her buttocks rubbed hotly against his raised thighs. The hot juices from her cunt spread over his cock, his balls, and his upper thighs.
"It's ready for you… I'm ready for you," he sighed, breathing in great gasps.
"And I'll take it," she said, her eyes watching his huge cock hover just beneath her cuntlips. She gently caressed the interior of her slit with the thick cockhead. Then her hips came down, guiding her gushing crevice until she slid over his cock. Her cunt clutched his throbbing prick inside her.
"You… you're takin' the whole fucking thing in one go!" he gasped. "Oh shit… it's Goddam good!"
"Yes, yes!" she gasped back. "It's good! God, your big cockhead is tearing me up inside! It's beautiful! Hunch up with your hips. Drive it clear up into my fucking belly! Harder… harder, you fucker! Fuck me!"
His hands gripped the soft flesh of her hips and pulled her back and forth against him. His cock was buried to his balls inside her. His balls slapped upward in rhythm against her asshole as he hunched up into her cunt with all the lust and power in his body.
"It's the best!" Marni gasped, hardly able to breathe the words. "It's almost as if it were real."
"Well, honey," he panted, "if this ain't real, I don't know what the fuck is!"
Then his giant cockhead seemed to swell inside her. It threw her into fits of passion. She was beside herself. She couldn't control her thrashing, squirming body. She almost rolled off him twice. Her breathing was labored and shallow as she drove her cunt with ever-increasing force over his cock.
"My cunt's on fire… oh Jesus, it's never been so good!"
"Let me… let me on top!" he gasped. "So I can pound it into you! I love to do that!"
"All right," Marni said, and raised her cunt with a slurping sound from his cock. He raised his body, rolling at the same, and came above her.
She slipped beneath him and encircled his slick, throbbing prick with her hand. It burned like a hot poker in her fist in anticipation of re-entering her equally inflamed cunt. Tightly grasping the hard cock she threw her legs wide and thrust the huge head against her gaping cuntal entrance.
"Wonderful… wonderful! Fill me with it!"
He lunged forward and his mammoth cockhead bored into her juicy hole. It served to push her even closer to the brink of sexual madness.
He paused for a second as if he were about to come. She snaked her legs up and around his back.
She shoved her heels into his buttocks with such a force that his cock drove even further up into her belly.
Their bodies, totally locked now, slapped together. As he lunged, she thrust her cunt and hips sharply upward.
"Oh, ohhh, whoever you are… how good it is! How good it feels! Stab me with it! Stab me with your cock! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Damn you, damn your cock, fuck me all the way with it!"
"You're gettin' it!" he rasped. "Shut up and take it!"
"Fuck me, you Goddam bastard! Give me more… more cock! Harder, harder, oh shit you son-of-a-bitch, feed me your cock!"
She was driving him out of his mind. He fucked her harder, faster, almost until his balls hurt from the tremendous pounding they were giving her asshole. And still she demanded more as his prick lashed in and out of her like a battering ram. He was bucking now like a maddened stud hone, trying to satisfy her demands.
He could feel her heat and knew he was searing her cunt with his cock, tearing it as they both wildly, wantonly strived for a release.
"More… more… more… fuck me!" she kept chanting.
"All right, you cunt," he said, sweat dripping off his chin onto her huge tits. "You want more… take this!"
He rammed two fingers up her asshole while he continued to pound everything but his balls into her cunt.
"Yes… yes!" she gasped. "That's better that's good… fill me, fill every hole!"
"C'mon, you cunt… fuck me, fuck me back! Give your pussy to me! Give me that cunt, you whore bitch! Fuck my cock, fuck it… FUCK IT!"
Now his mind was as inflamed and as crazy as hers. He gabbed her by the hair with both hands and, with every forward thrust of his cock, banged her head into the sofa.
And then, as if in answer to some pagan prayer, their juices bubbled, boiled over, and they came. Their come racked their senses. Their thrashing, quivering, sweating bodies locked in a last gasp as their organs pumped juices from their bodies and he slumped across her.
Marni closed her eyes and panted, going still faster, gaining on her own come as she continued to fuck up against his inert body. At last she screamed through the final spasm of her come. His deflating cock shot a final spurt of cum into her while the last, violent wave of release shook her from head to toe.
"Well, well, well. I wondered where the hell you went off to."
"Oh… hi, honey. Whew, can this little cunt fuck. I've had it!" Tom said.
Marni looked up to see a tall blonde woman with a drink in her hand. "Who are you?" she said.
"I'm this asshole's wife. I missed him next door and came over to see what he'd gotten into. Now that I see, I'm glad I did. You are Marni, aren't you? You are Beth's little sister? The one that doesn't like to fuck?"
"Yes… I'm Beth's sister," Marni said.
"But obviously you like to fuck," the woman said, laughing.
"You must be Grace," Marni said, narrowing her eyes, suddenly knowing that there was something definitely wrong with her dream.
"You do fuck beautifully, Marni. I wish he'd fuck me like that," Grace said. "But, in the meantime, I'll be ever so happy with just a little bit of you."
"NO!" came a strident voice from the doorway.
They all looked up. Grace was the first to speak.
"Hi, Beth. How come you didn't tell me your sister was a swinger?"
"Because she isn't," Beth said.
"What are you doing in my dream, Beth? Go away, get out of my dream. I can't fuck with you in it," Marni said.
Tom started laughing and turned back to where Marni lay on the sofa. "Who are you kiddin', kid? This ain't no dream. I just fucked you about the realist fuck I ever had in my whole damn life!"