She poured the boys each a small glass of peach cordial, then went away with the girls.
"What goes on?" Rick asked.
"Be patient," jack said. "She's got to let the hostess know we're here. I was in on one of these once before. Every so often they get a few kids in here and let them screw while whoever owns the house watches from behind a one-way mirror. They can see us but all we can see are the mirrors. And you don't know which mirror it is, because the walls are all mirror."
"Oh oh," Rick said. "I don't know if I'm going to like this."
"You'll like it. Donna can fuck all right, and suck, man she can suck like a vacuum cleaner. She'll make you happy even if Emma doesn't."
"She started to go down on me tonight, then brought me along here. How is she?"
"I don't know," Jack said. "We've never got it off together, but I always wanted to. I look forward to fucking her tonight. She's about seventeen, too, isn't she?"
"I think so," Rick said. At twenty, he was beginning to feel like an old timer.
"Don't worry about anything," Jack told him. "You won't have any problem once we get in that room. With all those mirrors it's like you're fucking a dozen girls at the same time. You'll like it."
The maid returned, came into the room without knocking. She handed each of the boys a long white silk scarf and a thin elastic band. "Please disrobe," she said with a creaky voice, "and wear these as breechcloths." She spoke as dispassionately as if she were asking whether they wanted hot or tepid water in their bath.
Jack shrugged his shoulders and started to strip.
Rick looked at the maid who stood still as if she had no intention of leaving the room before seeing that they were properly clad. Rick hesitated at opening his belt in front of her, then remembered the rules of the very rich: the help was there to help, and any other time they were invisible. Off went his shoes and down came his pants. When he was naked, he slipped the elastic band up his legs and over b is hips, then threaded the long scarf between his legs and under the band, slipping his privates into a pouch at his crotch. Then he looked at the maid who was watching Jack adjust his cock in his breechcloth.
Jack saw her looking at his dick and asked, "Like what you see?" His pubic hair was very light colored, like the hair on his head, and Rick wondered what his twin sister would look like.
The maid spoke out of her thin throat. "Oh yes, I like what I see, young man, but don't be so proud of it, it won't last forever." She stood politely by the door, waiting patiently.
When Jack was ready, the boys nodded to her and she opened the door to let them proceed.
Rick thought they looked like white, young and muscular Indians. The bands around their waists were about halfway between navel and cock. The long scarfs hung low between their legs, down to their knees both in front and back. They smiled at each other and followed the maid down the hallway to another door which she opened and motioned for the boys to enter.
"Here we are," jack said, gesturing for Rick to go in first. "Heaven, here on earth."
As Rick stepped into the mirrored room, he was struck by the image of a dozen girls waiting for him. They all looked naked and for a brief second he thought it was true that there really were a dozen and that they were naked, but the following split second revealed to him that they were dressed as he was, with only a long white silk scarf between their legs, threaded through an elastic band worn very low on their hips. They were naked from the side, from their ankles to the swell of their ass to their hair. Dozens of breasts, nipples, twisted Rick's head to find the real girl and in the following split second he knew there were only two, Emma and Donna, one with brown hair and the other with nearly white hair.
They laughed at his momentary consternation, then stepped forward to greet the boys as Jack closed the door behind himself.
Rick realized that there was no way out of the room. The door itself had a mirror on its reverse side and no handle. Once closed, it could only be found and opened from the other side.
He was locked in with Jack and the girls and he was happy to be here.
Emma stepped off the wide, flat floor mattress and walked toward Rick. Jack crossed to Donna and wrapped his arms around his naked sister. Rick watched Emma's smooth, tanned thighs, the way the scarf caught between her knees and clung to the mound between her legs. Her breasts bounced only a slight degree as she walked, the nipples on the pointed ends quivering. When she reached him she touched his bare arms, his chest and his sides. She touched his naked hips.
He reached for her but she said, "Not yet, wait."
She touched down his bare legs, sliding her hands back up through his crotch, over his fast-hardening cock, up his bare stomach and chest to his neck. "Don't touch me yet," she said. "Don't worry. They can't hear us. They can see us, but the sound doesn't carry through."
Rick was relieved that he could say anything he wanted, but he was still uncomfortable about being watched by someone he did not know. For all he did know, there might have been a dozen uniformed policemen on the other side of the mirror waiting for him to do something illegal to Emma, or to Donna. And maybe as soon as Jack's cock touched his twin sister's forbidden flesh the cops would break through the mirrors and arrest them all. But the idea of Emma and Donna being in such splendid view like this, the many-sided reflections of their young, almost naked bodies, made Rick forget his discomfiture and sink into the rapture of the night.
Later, he could hardly believe that the following two hours were real. That it had actually happened. He remembered it the rest of his life.
He half wanted to watch Jack and Donna because, despite his wide experience, he had never seen anyone else screwing. Once he had gotten a piece in the front seat of a car while a buddy and another girl made it in the back, but he had never watched them. While Emma exchanged her fingers on his body for her Iips and began kissing down his side, exciting Rick until his prick made a huge bulge in the front of his white breechcloth, he watched Donna performing the same dance across her brother's body.
Donna's tits were fuller than Emma's. They rose off her young chest like ripening tomatoes and the nipples were hard and erect, sucking some of the brown circles off the tips. Her white hair fell down her back almost to where her ass swelled, almost long enough to see a part of the white silk caught so seductively between her legs. She crouched in front of her brother and began sliding the silk from between his legs and when his cock bounded into view, hard and long, strangely red to the eye after the white. of the scarf, she opened her sweet little mouth and went over it.
That was all Rick saw, as he did not want to wait any longer.
He put his thumbs on Emma's closed eyes, then skimmed the tips down her cheeks, her throat, her chest, to her nipples. Her tits, pointed as they were, still pointed up. She started to kneel in front of him again and touched the bulging part of his breechcloth, but he took her by her bare upper arms and led her to the floor mattress. "My turn," he said. He no longer cared what invisible faces were watching. He didn't care if an army of policemen were hidden behind the mirrors, or if everybody in the resort were watching in shock. He wanted Emma badly, he wanted her tits and cunt and ass and mouth and he wanted to finish with her so he could have Jack's twin sister. He wanted Donna's hard body, her firm muscles, he wanted to feel her thighs wrapping his hips, his head. He felt hunger for youth, for fucking.
He did not let Emma take off his breechcloth. Instead, he laid her down on her back and sucked first on one nipple, then the other, holding her wrists above her head. Then, still holding her wrists, he kissed down her stomach. When he rammed his tongue into her navel, she twisted her legs to the side, curling from her hips. Rick let go of one wrist, fingered his way down her naked side where he touched the inside of her right thigh and separated her legs.