Finally she stopped, after having traversed the back gardens. Leslie's gorgeous twin sister turned to him and laughed, "Do you play croquet?" she asked, extended her arm to where several wooden mallets and balls lay alongside the hoops, already laid out in order on the lawn.
"No, I don't," Bob replied, "but I could learn!"
Lila carefully explained the rudiments of the game, stating that a penalty would have to be paid for each miss.
They started playing, Lila being the first, and she succeeded in steering the ball through the first hoop.
Bob took his turn, but his ball was wide of the hoop.
"You missed! You missed! You have to pay a penalty!" Lila sing-songed, jumping up and down in childish glee.
"Okay!" Bob laughed, "what do I have to do?" He figured he'd go along with her little game.
"Take off an article of clothing!" Lila said slyly, "this is strip croquet!"
"Like strip poker?" Bob asked, his interest peaking.
"Uh-uh," Lila said, her lovely face wreathed in smiles.
Bob was wearing a working shirt and pants, so he took off his shoes first.
Slowly, the game progressed, Bob rapidly losing his socks and shirt before the exciting blond creature even took off her thong sandals.
It was Bob's turn again and he took careful aim. To his dismay, his shot was wide of the mark, and he slowly put down his mallet and with a sheepish look on his face, slowly removed his trousers. He stood there, in his shorts, acutely aware of Lila's stare burning into his still-bulging crotch. The realization that she was straining, staring at his shorts was strangely exciting to him. Unaccountably he was somewhat embarrassed to be playing this silly lawn game in his undershorts with his eccentric young employer watching him as though he were some kind of zoological specimen. Yet he felt a stab of pride when her eyes began to register, with obvious delight, the enormity of the growing bulge.
The game continued, Lila scoring again, and once more Bob carefully hit the ball, only to have it fail to pass through the hoop.
"Penalty!" Lila said quietly, a slightly husky quiver now discernible in her voice.
Deliberately, he drew down his shorts, and they slipped down, falling around his ankles. His uncommonly big prick sprang up, semi-erect, joyfully free, the head gleaming a phosphorescent purple in the sun, and Lila stood there, gaping at it, as if mesmerized by the sight.
"Oh, it's lovely," she breathed, all interest in her game completely gone, "and so big!" She took a step towards him, licking her lips, running her pointed little tongue around their fully provocative plumpness, her eyes fixated on his growing cock.
"I want to make it bigger… let me suck it until it's bigger, much bigger…"
Something about the way she said this made Bob wonder what was going on. She acted as though she'd never seen him nude before!
"What about our game?" Bob stammered unthinkingly, confused.
"I give up!" she said dramatically, "you win!" And she began to unzip her dress. Bob watched the frilly garment fall away from her well-filled shoulders, leaving her dressed only in a push-up bra and lace panties. His eyes followed the voluptuous line of her well-built body and he suddenly realized that there was something different. Her skin was just a trifle more tanned in places, and right beside her indented belly button was a strawberry birthmark in the form of a star!
He watched agog, eyes staring in disbelief as she began to unhook her bra and in a second her breasts fell free… golden silky smooth orbs, the nipples like brown eyes, already squirming into rigidity. He gaped as he saw her slip her hands inside her lacy stretch panties and gently ease them down over her flowing hips, exposing the glossy pubic triangle at the vee of her well-shaped legs.
She stepped out of her panties, and as casually as if she were alone in her own bathroom she stood there, her head and shoulders thrown back, her high, perfectly swelled breasts jutting out proudly like twin snow-capped mountain peaks. Her trim waist flared to perfectly molded hips, which fell to long slender, aristocratic legs, so smooth, so velvety. She thrust out her pelvis, her hipbones straining and Bob could see the sliver of her sparsely hair-lined cunt lips, already moist with the flowing of her vaginal juices, offered to him unequivocally.
"How about another little game?" she rasped.
"Lila…!" her name gasped past his arid throat but he couldn't say another word. He knew now that this was Leslie's twin sister, returned from her trip. Her loveliness, the stark sensuality of her lewd pose overcame him and he could only stand there, his eyes bulging. He could feel pinpricks of desire pinching at his cock creating an almost unbearable ache that demanded relief.
Taking his hand in hers, she wordlessly led him and he mindlessly followed her over to a grove of cypresses that rose in a phalliclike cluster to the sky. They entered the sheltered, well-secluded grove and sat down. Lila's eyes fastened greedily on Bob's ever-growing prick.
"Oh, Bob," she breathed, "Leslie was right… it's really beautiful!"
And without another word, she reached towards him and cupped his expanding organ in her two hands. He jerked up off the ground at the electrifying touch of her cool fingers on the bloated sensitive periphery of his penis and moaned as he felt her run her fingertips along its length. He felt her nail scrape the bulbous head and jab momentarily at the tiny glans opening from which he knew lubricant was already seeping. Her long slender fingers toyed with the pulsing, webbed underside, testing the resiliency of the sperm-carrying tube, and trailing along till they came to the flaccid, wrinkled sac of his testicles. He hissed out a harsh groan as the tentaclelike fingers gently squeezed his testes, sending chills shooting through him.
Lila was still staring at his rock-hard cock, as if fascinated by the result of her expert manipulations, and now she lowered her lovely, blond head towards his groin and her little tongue flicked out and licked lightly at the grotesquely distended pillar of his masculinity.
"Oh, Christ…" he moaned, turning his head from side to side as he felt the first warm wet sensation of her tongue coating his prick with hot saliva. She ran it up and down its full rigid length, accustoming herself to every inch, every crevice of it, probing at the base, rooting among the wiry tufts, searching for the very foundations. Then she painted his balls with her hungry mouth, trying to catch as much of the wrinkled flesh as possible.
Bob writhed on the soft ground. He'd never known anything like it. To lie there, in the open sun, and be sucked off by a virtual stranger, yes, that's what she was! This was something completely new! But perverted as it was, it felt oddly natural having his cock sucked… and sucked damn well… by the exquisitely beautiful twin sister of his teen-aged employer. And it felt so good, so Goddamn good!
Lila's lips closed thirstily over the now-enormous head of his cock and she gasped aloud as she formed a firm circle with her mouth about the rigid rod of flesh just below the head. Then she squeezed on it, while her tongue flitted in and out of the tiny slit at the head, noting that spasms of profound pleasure were shaking the gardener's body. Her lips slipped farther down the moistened rod until the head was pushing against the back of her throat. But still she kept on taking more and more of the huge organ into her mouth until it reached the top of her esophagus! Mmmmm, she wondered in the swoon of ecstasy, can I take it all in without gagging?
Raising his head slightly, Bob saw her bent over him on her knees, a faint sheen of perspiration coating her face, as she blushed from the sheer exertion of what she was doing. But there was a look of complete joy on her face as she worked over him and the sight of his purple cock disappearing between the smooth oval of her rosy lips, increased his pleasure a thousandfold. Then she released his prick for a moment and began to lick his madly churning balls once more with great sweeps of her tongue, tickling the ridge between the testes and then dropping below to the crevice of his buttocks, teasingly moving lower, pushing his legs up and back and opening the cheeks of his buttocks with her thumbs. He gasped in surprise as he felt her pointed tongue dabbing snakelike at his anus and chills of forbidden pleasure raced up and down his spine. She stiffened her tongue until it was as rigid as buckram and began to probe harder at his untested sphincter, until his loins were threshing about frenziedly in surprised delight.