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The twin young men would never forget their beach night with a mature woman of their dreams.
The sun is just floating up above the bright line where glassy sea meets a pearly sky.  

Ord and Oeye have just finished their breakfast at the beachside village and are as usual sauntering down the beach to their two motorboats to get ready for a busy day of banana-boating.

They will pump the silly-looking long bright-yellow floats and pull them behind their motorboats all day long, with screaming youngsters bouncing in a row and then getting dumped into the sea at the end of the ride.

Then they see her walking on an empty beach towards them, her feet in the surf. She is breathtaking in her white one-piece swimwear, her wavy long black hair gleaming.

She smiles.

They saw a brief surprise in her eyes and she smiles again in amusement. The young men are used to that. Being identical twins, people often have to look at them twice.

“Come to my bungalows over there near that big tree, would you, at about 10?” she orders. ”My kids want a ride.”

“Yes, certainly,” stumbles Ord, blushing.

She smiles again.

The young men’s gazes follow her again.

“Let me die now,” says Ord who drops to his side on the sand.

The next day the twins call it a day early.

When they walk past her house, the woman is reading a magazine on a beach lounge. Ord walks boldly up to her.

“Swatdee krup, Pi,” he says, meaning hello in Thai. “Would you like a massage? We are both good masseurs and cheap too.”

“How much?,” asks Manee, looking at them over the top of her sunglasses

“Usually 200 baht for an hour. But for you, nothing, because you gave me business yesterday and a big tip.”

“Allright, it’s a deal. Both of you?” she asks, smiling at Oey who stood some paces away. “This is very pleasant. What do you need?”

“How do you want me?  

“Oopsl, don’t answer that!”

“Just lie down on your front on this big towel please,” orders Ord.

“OK. Be gentle with me.”
 
“You want us to roll the bathers down a little?,” says Ord very quickly.

“Yes. But better not. This is a public place,” says the woman.

The men’s hands are on the woman’s bottom now as they move quickly down towards the top of her thighs.

“Ummm,” whispers Manee.

The men straddle each leg now as they massage them with both hands, working slowly downwards from the top of her thighs.

They move their hands as close to the prominent but off-limit mound in the middle as they dare too. The twins had become one in this, working in tandem, their sweat glistening.

They exchange glances then push their kneading fingers over the thin white fabric of the bathing suit, climbing the full and soft mound of Venus.

“Eh hem…!,” Manee mumbled.

“Now, now boys…”

The twins pretend not to hear, applying firmer pressure now as their thumb and index fingers meet in the shallow valley in the mound. They catch a whiff of an alluring scent float up from there and hear the crackle of her pubic hair.

Manee’s  thighs and legs are moving rhythmically now. Her face also sways involuntarily, jerking.

Her lovely lips part as she whispers.

The boys don’t relent now and go in for the kill, applying pressure on the hardening button of her clitoris. They know from their fumbling with the village girls on the sand that girls go wild when they touch that spot.

The woman now arches her full and lovely belly and bounces on the sand twice with a thump, pushing her lovely hair into the sand. She grabs both their hands and pushes them down where they are, to keep them still, as her body shudders alarmingly.

“Boys… I’m surprised at you,” she mumbles.

“You are both very naughty boys. I’d spank you if you were younger.

She smiles.

“Would you like to stay for dinner instead? Saves me eating alone. The family has gone home ahead and the cook has left plenty of food.”

The men are soon sitting on the porch of her comfortable beach house, looking out through the big trees to a tide receding under the moonlight. Sea breeze fans the many candles that are lit. In their hands they hold the coldest mugs of beer in the world, encrusted with ice.

Dinner is simple and delicious. The men have showered and their host has changed into a sumptuous oufit, as cool and alluring as that evening. They sit on either side of her spell-bound by her face and eyes that are bathed in soft candle light.
 
“Do you want us to keep you company tonight? We can give you another massage some place more comfortable and private,” says Ord, smiling.  Oey’s head nods in agreement this time, despite himself.

They wait.

“It would be nice, more than nice if it was like anything this afternoon,” says the woman quietly after the longest pause when only waves are heard. “Two, and identical twins as well. How kinky!…”

More silence and surf.

“But you see this?,” Manee hold up her hand. “Diamond and marriage are forever.”

“You mean Baldy?, asks  Ord.

“Yes, Baldy,” she laughs.

She walks the young men over to the beach gate, her arms on both of their shoulders on either side of her. There she kisses them both ever so gently on the cheeks, turns around and walks away without looking back.

The boys take off their clothes and run into the smooth sea for their usual midnight swim, this time here in front of the house. They swim far out as if to be rid of the frustration of the evening.
When they come back to the beach, their clothes are missing.

“Can I join you too?,” comes Manee’s voice from the shadows of her gateway.

“Pi Manee!,” stumbles Ord. “We have no clothes on!”

“What did you do with them. I really don’t know about you boys!

“Actually they are here.

“I usually have my midnight swim naked as well. I’ll race you to the sea!”

They see her stunning naked body running ahead of them then all are splashing in the sea. Manee waits for them to swim to her and embraces them both in her open arms. Then their hands are caressing her everywhere.

Manee’s hands too are groping them all over and she was in hurry now. She drags them back on to the beach, and leads them through her gate onto her lawn.

Then standing there, wet and chafing with sand, she lets the twins hold her in front and in her back, their sinewy arms wrapped around her.  Her hands now hold two hardening penises, which she masturbates.

“Now I massage you…,” she says laughing.

Then very quickly, Manee stands up and with some difficulty guides one penis into her vagina and the other into her anus, crying out as this latter hurts her. From there the boys instinctively dig their penises in with rather too violent rhythmic stokes which Manee tries to hold back in vain.

She has to yell out especially from Oey’s pushing in her bottom.

The boys finish together with gusto, joined by Manee herself who for once can not control the noises she is making. The three bodies tumble laughing in a heap on the lawn.

The woman allows the boys into her bedroom, tiptoeing in after washing their feet of sand. In a long hot shower, she allows them to soap her everywhere. She does too to them in return, like a mother washing two wiry sons who are bigger than herself.

It is a night of their dreams.

In the room cooled by air-conditioning, Manee has the boys on either side of her on the big double bed. With the curtain open and moonlight now streaming on to the carpeted floor, Manee opens her legs wide and let the boys take turn to fuck her while the other watches.

This lovely and insatiable woman devours them in all possible ways, in the back, in front, until their last drops of semen are absorbed. Her shuddering orgasms come very easily and often.
Manee walks them again to the gate early in the morning.

“I never had a night like that in my life, boys,” Manee says, giving them a moist kiss on the mouth in turn, her hands brushing their crotches as if by accident.

But it was the last time they saw of her.

Soon the bungalow has changed hands and they see that a blond family of foreigners has moved in.

But both men can't help thinking of their Manee when they are fucking the beach girls in the bushes by the sea, together side by side, each silently calling out her name.

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