CHAPTER 3
The arrival of his twin nieces was like the detonation of a small tactical nuclear bomb.
You knew it was coming because of the frantic beeping on the radar screen and you knew how dangerous it was, but there was really no escaping the inevitable outcome no matter what measures you took to evade the situation.
So Don Luigi did the same as all the others and simply put his head down between his legs and kissed his ass – Goodbye!
This arrival was even more symbolic than the previous visits because the girls were now of a socially acceptable nubile age to engage in the hedonistic sparring of pretty young things in the first blush of youth. In earlier years, it was all fumbling and groping and frenzied furtive movements under beach towels and concealing sofa spreads. Luigi had made an effort to educate the girls in the geography of men before they made mistakes with pimply-faced youths with undisciplined love tools. It must have helped because neither of them had developed swollen bellies before they finished their education.
More importantly, they were both equally at ease with Don Luigi’s innuendo and suggestive hints that they present their newly minted centers of pleasure for his joyful release.
His hawk-eyed wife was on red alert whenever he came into close proximity to the girls and he didn’t really mind because he knew she could not be everywhere all the time.
The girls were a bit subdued that first day because Lucretia was still wearing her inflated splint for the broken leg she had suffered on the ski slopes on a mountain holiday before Christmas.
It was a nasty break and one that signaled her terminal chance of competing in the Olympics the following year. It did nothing to improve her attitude which had always be a bit rotten ever since her introduction to oral sex serving as a convenient willing entryway for a gang of rich, spoiled boys concerned more with humiliating females than in a normal relationship. Fortunately, her parents and the school authorities never suspected her involvement in the cabal of miscreants. It was probably her great good luck that they were all shipped off to a private school in the country to finish their last year of schooling.
Angelica had her suspicions that Lucretia had been sucking off boys behind her back but she had no proof and her twin sister pretended she didn’t even know what “getting on her knees” meant when she was questioned by the police.
Everyone assumed that Lucretia was the innocent one and that Angelica was the naughty twin because she seemed to know an awful lot about every kinky nuance of lust and immorality and could recite the facts and figures of numerous fetishes without referring to notes or opening a single book.
The simple truth of that matter was that she was a girl that had a good memory and she enjoyed reading lurid stories and poems about the kinky inclinations of all humans including those dedicated to service to God and Holy Church. She was often seen making her way into the church basement to confess her “sins” to the elderly priest. He was a sour-faced man with never a smile for any of the penitent souls kneeling before him in hope of receiving forgiveness for their transgressions.
Angelica was quivering with shame and guilt over her imagined impure thoughts for the past several nights. She knew that she was still technically a virgin but the priest had convinced her that she was riddled with the subtle touch of the devil and her body was more to blame than her innocent brain or well-intentioned soul.
Whilst she recited her penance in a shaky voice, Angelica felt her dress being lifted in the back as she knelt on the confession bench and she knew it was time for her to receive the cleansing entry of the shaft of redemption in her brown eye of the devil’s mischief. Sometimes it took a hard pounding back there to release her from the devil’s grip, but she knew the dedicated priest would take his time and hit her every last corner before spilling the cream of enlightenment into her pulsating gut.
She always felt so cleansed and renewed after confession and she looked forward to her visit with Don Luigi because he seemed to understand her needs better than most of the young boys that only looked her way because she was willing to let them use her mouth or her devil’s cave between her buttocks to relieve them of their teenaged boy pressures with no obligation.
Now, she had the added burden of taking up the slack with her sister somewhat incapacitated due to the broken leg. Sometimes, poor Lucrecia was so caught up in the itching and the depression of not being able to move properly that Angelica felt obligated to take care of all the sexual demands that they used to tend to as a team hiding their complicit guilt from prying eyes.
Angelica thought now it would be nice to wear bikinis and stretch out on the clean white sand for a change and not be concerned at all with the stresses of meeting new boys or acting flirtatiously with insincere promises of carnal bliss. She was a good one for promising even when she knew that her seductive entanglements would never materialize in the realm of reality. It was strange because she knew her sister was just the opposite and never promised anything she couldn’t deliver on with complete honesty.
She was moving a bit stiffly as if she had a hot poker up her ass and the experienced females observing her knew exactly what she had been up to. Most of them were envious because the young boys were so into sports and cars that they seldom considered the needs of their female companions after the lights went low and they changed into something more comfortable for the nocturnal hours. The older males were either fearful of their spouses or had assorted problems in getting the degree of hardness needed for truly depraved kinkiness.
With no other alternative, she settled for the friendly attentions of the young maid called Maria to tuck her in in a way that would insure her relaxed sleep for the midnight hours. The girl was not well versed in the spider webs of seduction but she certainly had the tools she needed to satisfy anyone interested in carnal activities in any way they were inclined to make the center of attraction. Her curves were ripe and ready for stealthy investigation and it seemed she was a wet little creature quick to squirt her pleasure and appreciative for covert lust in a private setting.
Her sister Lucretia was slowly pumping up her complicated splint that depended on pressure to help set the bone to optimal correctness.
She was frustrated at not being able to move.
She was angry because her sister had taken the pretty eighteen year old maid Maria for her own use and now she had nobody to scratch the areas she couldn’t reach no matter how hard she tried.
Finally, her over-weight, middle-aged Uncle Luigi came down the hallway and she called him to her side to help her turn over in the full sized bed. Usually, both she and Angelica slept together in one of these beds, but Angelica had insisted on her own bed because of Lucrecia’s handicap.
At least, that is what she claimed to be the case, but Lucretia knew it was because she had been plotting to get one of the mainland boys into bed with her to lick her hungry pussy without making any noise and waking the grown-ups.
She didn’t think her sister would meet with any success because all of those boys were already hooked up with the sisters of their family friends and they all had been humping like rabbits for most of the school year at any opportunity. Her own best friend Carmela had been screwed in the ass so often that she complained she constantly broke wind whenever she stood up or walked down a hallway.
In a way, it was educational for her because she had determined taking it up the other end was the best solution to her problem with a leg sticking up at a crazy angle and with a depressing splint sitting almost on the edge of her unvisited pussy.
The clear field of her heart-shaped buttocks pushed up high for male interference would probably seem preferable to most men and she was ready to take a chance. In fact, she was almost at the stage of desperation for a hard dick in her somewhere to relieve the pressure of her sexless existence.
“Uncle Luigi, I implore you to use this long stick to scratch my terrible itch. It is driving me crazy and I need your help without delay.”
Luigi placed one hand on his pretty niece’s opposite hip and dug into her soft hidden flesh with the hard stick. The girl sighed and shuddered with her itch being tended to.
The older man noticed that his niece was not wearing any undies under her night shirt and he was quick to insert his other hand and start to scratch her private feminine itch with carnal intent without any guise of pretended permission.
The little flirt lifted her ass up high and shook with the emotion of lust stirring her honey pot of female love juices ready to erupt like one of those volatile volcano’s poised to spew her liquid gold on any inquisitive suitor. Luigi could feel the sticky proof of her corrupt intentions and he paused to spank her guilty ass cheeks for being such a promiscuous sinner. They both laughed at the depravity of their actions and Lucrecia took hold of her Uncle’s hand and guided him to her brown eye with the obvious intent of having him explore her rear door for a possible alternative entry whilst she was incapacitated from the obnoxious splint guarding her female passageway.
They did their best to keep the noise at the lowest level possible.
Eventually, he had his niece’s pretty backside primed and ready for his anal exercises. She was already panting with the exertions of presenting her flesh for his pleasure. They were both covered with a fine sweat of excited passion. He rubbed her damp cheeks with his greedy fingers and she groaning deliciously knowing that his cock would soon be buried to the hilt in her waiting gut.
It was so slow in developing that Don Luigi was able to defeat his niece’s sphincter in an anti-climactic display of intensive anal love-making.
They both started a litany of dirty talk as he pounded her puddle of flesh with his ageless cock.
This was the first time he had actually entered inside his niece and he marveled at the tightness of her anal passageway. His curiosity was aroused by contemplation about the equal tightness of her female passageway. He wondered if some schoolboy had been lucky enough to enter her secret garden and sprinkle her little rosebuds with his sticky boy-juice. Luigi thought it extremely unlikely because he had spent some time in convincing both girls of the dangers of taking nasty boy spunk into their danger area where the chance of continuing the family line was most vulnerable. He was certain that they would both take his advice and insist on only the use of their hand, their mouth or their tiny back door hole to relieve a young man’s need for relief in those nocturnal hours when all that mattered was the quick release of liquid pressure.
His own happy ending was upon him and he grasped Lucrecia’s twin buttocks with serious intent. Don Luigi was unable to stop and knew that he would drain every last drop of his cream into Lucrecia’s happy bottom without any sense of guilt. She was in need of compassion in her time of trouble and he was more than willing to scratch her itch as often as she required because she was family and he wanted to take care of her every need.
He smoothed down her night shirt and patted her pretty ass kissing her full on the lips in a way that left her no doubt that he would be back for more as soon as possible. She was almost purring like a little pussy cat when he silently moved back to his darkened room.
His wife was already sound asleep and she was snoring with that rhythmic beat that told him she had a full belly and was dreaming about screwing young men with no regard for her dignity or personal privacy. Perhaps he would spoon her in the morning and give her a little taste of old-man spunk all over her still attractive cheeks.
