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Freckled faces covered in cum (twins,inc)



"Twin freckled faces covered in cum?"

"Yeah that's right. Twin freckled faces covered in cum."

Clarity in focus began again to drift from Peter and he wasn't yet in the commanding mental place to exert much extra strength in retrieving it. The focus had come and gone since the moment he was aware that while his nose might be busted and a suspicious trickle tickled his ear, and the green Clover Lane street sign had chopped through the windshield and bathed the passenger seat in crystal crumbs of glass, at least he yet breathed as a human being and it was understandable how time and space had taken to confusing rapidity with a kind of timelessness, as in, his rational side knew that the ambulance and the police cars were not really waiting right around the corner, that he sat with his hands gripping the steering wheel, trying to understand what just happened for a lot longer than it felt, but in another way he had the strange feeling that he'd already been in this tragic place and condition all day. There was also the issue of his lap soaked in his own semen.

The ambulance personnel would probably agree with if not quote academic wisdom that would advise that a basic shock was Peter's most pressing present concern. They did not actually say this but they were prepared to; standing by while the investigator helped Peter remember what had happened; how and maybe why he'd crashed into a street sign.

Part of Peter kept hoping the investigator would at least apologize for inspecting his vehicle for contraband; but the other part of Peter understood this was wishful thinking, that he'd almost lost his marbles when he blathered that he was not intoxicated and he possessed no narcotics; that these situations required the different officials to perform the duties the citizens paid them to do.

After being helped out of his vehicle and taken to the ambulance where they checked him over and applied antiseptics and bandages and searched his eyes with tiny beams of light, he assuring them he felt okay, just shook up, maybe, as they'd understand, trying to keep an eye out for shock. Well, when this went on for a sufficient stretch of time, then along came the investigator who began his interview with Peter.

Peter was trying to register that he'd actually echoed the statement, 'twin freckled faces covered in cum' when he sought for a way to obey the part of himself that wanted to just zone out of everything. But the investigator couldn't allow Peter to zone too far out, and he was tapping his notepad as if he knew he'd do better to have a desk to tap.

"So let's recap what we have so far. You were driving through this neighborhood - well within the speed limit. Witnesses verify this. So far so good. Again - if you are not a resident in this neighborhood, what was your purpose for being here?"

"I told you. Thought it would make a good shortcut. That's all. Just wanted to take a shortcut to get back home. Oh if I could've looked into the future!"

"Yet you don't know that you would've not encountered a similar event."

Peter's breath as well as his next batch of words ceased in mid-stride when he saw his mangled car affixed to the tow truck. "M-my-my, my car. Maybe I'd still have my car."

"You can speculate when you've had time to deal with what happened here. For now - you meant to take a shortcut and you found yourself in this neighborhood. And then? You saw the twins."

"Yeah. Yeah, I saw the twins."

"The cute young twins in pigtails and long creamy legs and shivers of stimulation began to run up and down your spine."

"Yeah. That's what I saw. And yeah, that's a good way to say it - shivers of stimulation running up and down my spine."

"Um, those are the words I recorded from your... are you still able to focus on my questions?"

"Oh. Right. I said that?" Peter shook his head, frowned, went on. Or started to go on. The investigator was holding up two fingers in front of Peter's face. "Two! Yeah you're holding up two fingers. Okay? Look, this freaks me out too. I want to understand too. I mean, there's cute twins all over the world. We all know that. And pigtails, plenty of cute girls put their hair in pigtails. Plenty of pigtail twins walk sidewalks all the time. Whatever made these twins I saw - that sent shivers of stimulation up and down my spine - what is happening? I just want to know... no, I just want to be in my home, vegetating in front of a dull television drama."

"Okay, so then you allowed your eyes to linger on them as you drove past them, meaning, you took your eyes off the road."

"Well, it wasn't like I turned my head all the way sideways. They were coming my way, I was able to look at the twins in pigtails while - I was driving real slow, practically creeping. And they smiled at me. I mean, it was like they looked straight into my car, at me, and smiled at me."

"So you got a good look at their faces."

"Good look? Hm. I suppose. Not close though."

"Close enough to know they were freckled twins?"

"No. No, I'm pretty sure if I'd noted they were freckled twins... I didn't really have time to slowly assess them head to toe. You know? But no. Had I not experienced the unexplainable dream or whatever the heck it was, I'd not have an idea whether they were freckled or not freckled."

The investigator said to the nearest ambulance attendant, "hey could you please tell this throng of gawking neighbors to please back off at least another ten feet? I need to get this as precise as I can."

All of the throng of gawking neighbors obeyed the word to please back off another ten feet. However, there was one among the throng whose obedience was much more reluctant and almost resentful than the others. Had Peter taken close notice of the throng of gawking neighbors he'd note that this man wore a demeanor decidedly sterner than they. And had Peter a better line of vision he'd notice the stern man wore a weapon.

This man who so reluctantly backed off ten or so feet like the others backed off, was Officer Harper. Officer Harper was a cop but he was off-duty this day but he made it his moral practice for the sake of the community to never leave his home without wearing a weapon. Officer Harper did not want to be among this throng - it tortured him; mentally it tortured him. Having to watch official investigations tortured him. Not being able to participate, preferably to spearhead, gored his deepest core of inner pride.

All he'd wanted was to enjoy the lunch prepared by Mrs. Harper; tossed salad with crispy lettuce and sliced cucumbers and tomatoes. She'd even bought a new brand of bleu cheese dressing and it was as thick and chunky and creamy as the label said it would be. He'd been about to put the first fork of lettuce dripping that thick and chunky bleu cheese into his mouth, when the sound of the crash pierced the house and killed the mood, forcing Officer Harper to switch to civic duty mode and grab his weapon and come out to see what the hell was going on. And he knew immediately that it was another crash caused by the Mackenzie Twins.

Officer Harper tried to maintain professional distance from those trying to do their ambulatory and investigative duties. But when he realized he knew where the interview with the victim would end up, he could no longer hold his words within.

"It isn't every neighborhood that has to contend with twins that are the Mackenzie Twins."

The investigator addressed Officer Harper. "Thanks Harper, but I have this. Just chill out and we can talk about this later. Please?"

"Yeah. Whatever you say. Hey don't mind my offer to speed up the interviewing process, you know, like we interview the scum of supposed interest when working the downtown beat. Memories seem to come back fast and clear. It is after all, nothing but preliminary, since we know the answer will be the Mackenzie Twins."

The investigator shook his head. "Seems we're having a heck of a time getting through the twin freckled faces covered in cum. Goes to show how significant it is - twin freckled faces covered in cum."

"It doesn't help to repeat it. I can feel the image try to encompass me again. I'm pretty sure that's the sensation or what the sensation wishes to accomplish."

The investigator finally guided Peter through his memory, and maybe they'd have to admit that Officer Harper's curt comments had been effective in jogging hidden images and speeding proceedings along.

So Peter had begun to tell of how that once he passed the cute twins and they'd smiled at him, he shortly after felt like he was no longer in his car - it wasn't an immediate change, he was aware enough to know to keep steering and to watch the road; but he'd gotten intensely hard and he suddenly saw the twin faces, and then he realized they were freckled.

Peter came to the part where he realized the cum that covered the twin freckled faces was his cum and that he'd not entered the refractory phase; he could stick his cock in their faces right away, they could lick their hot pink tongues on his cock, take turns with sucks, deep slow sucks; send him deeper into the hallucination.

He got so deep into the details that he did not notice the throng of gawking neighbors nodding and shaping the words 'the Mackenzie Twins'.

And by now Officer Harper's persistence had brought him into the conference and the inspector was too worn out to shoo Officer Harper away.

Thus it was that by turns via both, Peter learned more about the Mackenzie Twins.

Peace and safety had prevailed over all the neighborhood, such peace and safety being just the way these folks liked their neighborhood to be; for the type itchy for adventure and action the city wasn't that far away.

Then one day some months ago, the Mackenzie Twins celebrated their eighteen birthdays, and from that day onward, yes, Peter could now include himself, peace and safety no longer prevailed over all the neighborhood. It suddenly became anything but safe for men to operate vehicles or machinery. Peter learned his was not at all the first accident of this type.

Officer Harper, his hands set on his hips and his head bent like he spoke to a ghost spread on the street, was saying, "since that day, the day the Mackenzie Twins turned eighteen, something about them - they changed. Something about their pigtails and their legs and their freckled faces. The way they'd smile and wave at fellas; fellas maybe just out in the yard, running a mower, and the fella destroys his wife's roses or his own saplings or ends a dream of fresh tomatoes for salads. The wise among us finally learned to recognize limitations - me, I don't run motorized equipment in the broad daylight. Too dangerous now. No driving around. No mowing. No running a weed eater..."

"Wow. Not even a weed eater?"

"Running a weed eater while the risk is high that the Mackenzie Twins might come sashaying along?" Officer Harper shivered.

Meanwhile, far enough down the street and around the block, far enough away that someone involved in something passionate wouldn't know about the crash, there was a man about to pull the cord of his weed eater, and something was in the air that said this man about to pull the cord of his weed eater was about to experience what he'd never experienced when using this weed eater or any other weed eater.

The man with the weed eater was Jason Jessup. Unlike many of the neighbors in the vicinity of the crash caused by the freckled faces covered in cum, Jason Jessup had been able to enjoy to completion his lunch of chicken breast sandwich and cottage cheese and a fat, juicy tomato grown in a neighbor's garden. And when he finished his hearty tasty lunch, he'd announced to his wife, Jessica Jessup, that he was really going to knock out the weed eating chore this afternoon. Those dandelions lining the sidewalk were really starting to piss him off. He knew she would protest. But he could not allow her to win this time.

"I don't like this. I don't like this at all. I wish you would try to do it earlier in the morning. People around here are not doing things outside at this time of the day. All the accidents, however the Mackenzie Twins cause them, happen right around lunchtime."

"Yeah okay, I'm getting a little fed up with all the hysteria. Mackenzie Twins. Cute freckled twins in pigtails. All the accidents that happen now are directly connected to the day the Mackenzie Twins had their eighteenth birthday. Well you know what it sounds like to me? Sounds to me like some folks need to travel to other places in the world, you know, become aware of super-pretty girls."

"I see. Twins in freckles and pigtails and long creamy legs are no big deal to you."

This was when she turned huffy and walked stiffly to the car because she had a few errands to run. Just before entering the car she turned and said with a tone of finality, "you did not read the latest community bulletins did you? Or maybe you've not read any of the community bulletins since the accidents began. Or you only pretended to read them while I was looking."

"Okay I didn't really read them so thoroughly. Skimmed them, yes, mostly when you were looking. Didn't see the big deal. Didn't think it was necessary to say so, that I didn't see the big deal."

"Didn't see the big deal."

"Yeah that's what I said. I didn't see the big deal."

"You see no big deal that all the accidents that have happened, the victims report the same sequences. They become overcome with a vision that erases the momentary reality. They are thrown into a fantasy that feels as real as any reality. There is nothing in their existence but the twin freckled faces covered in cum. And that these incidents began the day after the Mackenzie Twins turned eighteen? I suppose you read that part."

"Freckled faces spattered with cum, something like that. Yeah. Right."

"Twin. Twin faces. Cute faces. Twin cute freckled faces - spattered, covered, coated, dripping, in cum. Often smiling, revealing more cum on their tongues - the tongues of cute twins with freckles. Freckled twins in pigtails who cannot get enough cum."

"Yeah I got it. Twin freckled faces covered in cum. Wow. Sounds terrible. What a nightmare that would be. Thrown into a hallucinatory situation so that one knows of nothing but the close presence of two cute twins who lately turned eighteen, with freckled faces dripping fresh thick cum. Don't tell me they're naked and snuggled against the poor victim of hallucination. And don't tell me the poor bastard never has to deal with the plummet of libido thanks to refractory periods. Terrible thing to happen. Just terrible, terrible, terrible."

"Funny. Very funny. Wonder how funny you will think it is when they cause an accident that really isn't at all funny."

Jason hated that he blinked when she slammed the door and shot the car into the street and was gone. And while Jason Jessup really did feel terrible about how he'd spoken to the love of his life, at least he was finally alone with his weed eater and he could settle scores with dandelions and grasses growing just a bit too tall around the house and the precious bushes. But it wasn't so easy this time as it was most all other times, thanks to new ideas that had entered his head and made him frown and deterred his focused attentions on wielding his weed eater. Still, he forced himself to concentrate on his work and he yanked the weed eater cord and the weed eater buzzed to life, eager, maybe even more eager than Jason, to do what it was born to do.

So he was deep into his work and felt peace in his mind. He'd apologize - his apologies were always genuine. He'd admit he'd been wrong to speak in that tone of voice. They'd been through a lot together. No need to blow it all on crazy rumors of cute freckled twins in pigtails that somehow caused so many accidents; that merely one smile from the freckled twins in pigtails caused men to automatically and helplessly ejaculate in their pants. He should ease off on his criticism of this place and these people. Wasn't their fault most had not been to so many places as he.

The first words that wrote themselves in his open mental document went something like, "so those are the Mackenzie Twins" or "I am now looking at the fabled Mackenzie Twins."

He began to laugh. He began to. He meant to. It meant he was right. He loved when he was right. Sure the Mackenzie Twins were cute. Sure there was something erotic about cute freckled twins in pigtails, especially the pigtails twisted short and tight. But there were lots of ways women and girls could exude sexiness. And they'd smiled at him, and said Hi. That was all and they were gone. And Peter began to laugh again. Laughed at the weak people he had to call neighbors. He had his weed eater on auto and whizzing at max velocity.

Suddenly his vision was filled with those Mackenzie Twins, their freckled faces, even when he closed his eyes, they did not go away in fact when he closed his eyes he not only saw their faces clearer but he could smell mix of perfume and cum, for he realized their freckled faces were indeed coated with cum and they were smiling at him this way and he somehow believed it was his cum and he'd not gone into the refractory phase but remained mighty hard and dripping the need to feel their tongues glide up and down his cock and to suck his cock like a great big fat popsicle that would never ever melt. And then the yard was not a yard of grass but a sheet of satin and the Mackenzie Twins, slippery all over, pulled him to them so he was on his back and they began to crawl all over him and before long he could not distinguish lip lips from pussy lips sliding and grinding and sucking him.

Officer Harper had returned to his house and reluctantly returned his weapon to the hook over near the kitchen entry and Mrs. Harper had fixed a fresh salad and ham sandwich.

All of a sudden the worst sounding scream erupted from an unseen spot around the block and entered into every single mind and every piece of empty space.

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