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A Sweet Surprise

That asshole Biedermeyer routinely made his life hell throughout.

He stumbled in the door. All he wanted to do was relax. Him, his reclining chair and his favorite drink. He sunk into the chair, closed his eyes, and took a long sip.

The door creaked open. His wife was home, probably grumpy as hell.

He hasn't cleaned. She has a hard day too. She can't do everything by herself. He waited for the barrage to begin.

A voice spoke in his ear. "Hold still. Don't open your eyes." The beginnings of a grin appeared on his face; she rarely played this sort of game, but the few times that she had, they were like nothing else he had ever experienced. Hands cupped his testicles and began to softly stroke his penis. The grin widened.

His wife certainly seemed to have a lighter touch tonight. Had she been practicing? On whom? The grin widened further.

His penis hardened as moistness tickled the shaft. A tongue ever so lightly flicked across the head. A girlish giggle, and the tongue grew more insistent. Making broad strokes as a painter on canvas, intent on perfecting her masterpiece.

Fingers caressed and a pair of lips planted kisses. Oh, she had been practicing. He would have to talk to her about that... but as of now, he had no intention of interrupting the warm mouth enveloping the head of his throbbing member.

An expert tongue swirled, working its magic. Yes, the conversation would simply have to wait.

As a set of lips was wrapped around his penis, another tongue left a broad, sloppy trail of saliva up his shaft. A true Picasso. The two tongues ...

Two tongues?

He opened his eyes, and there were Annie and Hallie, the redheaded twins from next door. Wide-eyed and smiling, working his shaft like a pair of well trained call-girls. His glass shattered as it hit the floor. He stood up and backed away as quickly as he could, but Annie retained her firm grip. Her firm, but soft grip.

He looked from one to the other, aghast. Visions of hard prison time flashed through his mind. They couldn't have been more than twelve years old apiece! "What are you doing? You can't do this!"

"Why not?" Hallie asked innocently, as Annie stroked. He made some attempt to remove her hand, but his heart wasn't in it. With one asking with her hand and the other with her voice... oh, and the mouth that the voice was coming out of...

"Because..." ... oh, that hand was good ... "Because you're too young..."

"Can't we decide that for ourselves?

"... And I'm married to ..."

"Carla will never find out!"

"... and ..." ... Stroke. A shudder wracked his body.

"Pleease?"

He flustered a bit, and finally sat back down.

Annie closed her eyes and slowly took his penis into her mouth again.

Only the head and a small length of the shaft fit, so Hallie tongued around the base.

Annie began bobbing her head. Her bouncing ponytail was entrancing.

Hallie was more so, as her tongue deftly brought him closer to orgasm.

He reached out to touch her freckled cheek, and she smiled at him and giggled.

Annie's mouth came off, and a strand of pre-cum stretched from her lips to his penis. Hallie watched it, mesmerized, and Annie crossed her eyes to get a look at it. Eyebrows arched. Hallie touched it and it broke, and they exchanged a glance and a giggle.

Then Hallie took the head into her mouth, brushing a red lock of hair out of her face. Annie wrapped her lips around his testicles.

Bliss...

The time came. He spasmed, grasped a perfect, red-haired head between his hands, and ejaculated into a soft, moist mouth. The mouth smiled, dribbling cum.

"Lucky," Annie giggled. Hallie grinned back at her. "Can I have some? Just a little" They shared an open mouthed kiss. When it was done, semen was smeared over both girls' lips and chins.

Annie looked at him and away quickly, as if embarrased about something. Then they walked out the door, hand in hand.