High school counselor Rob Waco sat at his office desk, glancing through the file of the student scheduled to see him next. Trish Stanford, junior, age 16; tardiness was all the information the office had provided. He felt like telling her to not waste his time or her free period and to just try and get to class on time.
Rob did not even feel like looking up when the door opened and closed. But he did and he kept on looking.
His first thought was whether or not she was big enough to take his cock without pain. Balling her seemed the most desirable, natural thing in the world at that moment.
His second thought was her age, but he did not want to dwell on that fact, or that she was a student.
Trish seemed to have stepped from some fantastic sex fantasy, long blond hair framing her lowered face, ripe tits shoving at her thin pullover, firm and unbraed. Hip huggers molded her cunt as greedily as they clung to her uptilted ass. She was small only in the sense that she seemed like a miniature. A miniature sexy, desirable young woman.
Rob's prick was fully erect, raising his slacks like a tent pole under the cover of the desk top.
Trying to keep in control of the lust singing through him, he began reading her file, trying to keep from staring at her voluptuous body. Neither of them heard what he was saying about her tardiness.
Trish's mother had arranged for her to go on the pill two months earlier, but she was still a virgin. Having examined every young man she came in contact with, she had decided that she wanted a married man, a man with experience for her first lay. Rob had topped her list and she had been tardy so that she would have fifty uninterrupted minutes with him in the privacy of his office. She opened her hand and let her books fall to the floor.
He looked up at the sound of pencils rolling across the floor. Looking apologetic, she bent to retrieve the pencils and he watched her crawl around in front of his desk, her pert ass upthrust and inviting in its delectable roundness. She moved toward the desk and he could no longer see her. He wondered if she could see his rock hard prick.
Trish grinned, staring up at the hard thrust of his cock, pleased by its width and length. She moistened her full lips and moved under the arch of the desk, her large tits quivering.
"I've just about got 'em now," she called up to him and reached out to close her slender fingers around the shaft of his cock. Her cunny was pulsing hot and damp, as she flexed and slid her fingers up and down the hot bulk.
Rob nearly jumped up as she grabbed him, but the pleasure of the shock kept him in his chair as she began unzipping his slacks.
"But this is much too big for a pencil," she cooed, her fingers sliding through his pubic hair to clutch the veined column of engorged flesh. "Whatever could it be?" she grinned and worked his cock free, the swollen head a light lavender.
Rob sucked air as her fingertips caressed the texture of the knob, drifting down over the hot twitching of the shaft to pluck his balls from his pants. He gripped the arms of his chair and swallowed hard as he felt her breath hot against the head, the fingers of one hand cupping his balls while the other hand stroked his long trunk.
He told himself that he could lose his job, be put in jail, beaten up, or any number of things. Yet, it somehow seemed beyond worrying now, her soft lips kissing the lips of his prick, the tip of her tongue licking. Hell! He was the one being seduced, or attacked, or whatever. And he was enjoying every moment of it.
Trish closed her lips around the base of the plump bulb with its velvety texture and sucked in on it, her tongue washing over it. Her hands moved up to unsnap his slacks and to pull them down. Her slit was hot and damp, tingling happily as he lifted his hips for her to lower his pants to his ankles. Her tits felt swollen, the nipples aching.
She pulled her top up, slipping her arms free so that the cloth hung around her neck. She reached down and opened her hip huggers, shoving them and the tiny lace briefs down below the blond ringlets of her snatch, the slit showing as a thin pink line. She brought his legs together, letting his flesh press against her nakedness and a humid pulsation purred in her twat, causing her to writhe in his grip.
His lips parted, feeling her breasts moving over the insides of his knees. Her tongue coated his hard prick with saliva as she swirled around the trunk and back to the head, her cheeks pulling in around the head as she sucked harder. He gripped her head in his hands, burying his fingers in her soft hair as vertigo began to engulf his mind. His heart was pounding. He could feel his senses reeling, could feel the come broiling in his balls. Soon he would come in her sweet young mouth, blasting his hot spend down her throat. But if he was going to be in jeopardy, he did not want it to be for just a suck-off. He wanted the real thing, to plunge his throbbing cock up into her sixteen-year-old cunny.
He forced her head back from the spar of his cock and it came free of her mouth with a wet pop. She smiled up into his steady gaze and began to remove his shoes and socks. He tossed away his shirt and jacket as she pulled his slacks and underwear from his ankles.
Trish rose up onto her knees and grazed her fingers through the hair on his chest, sliding her fingernails over his nipples and down over his stomach. He murmured softly into her mouth as he dropped down to meet her. He felt the gentle scrape run over his belly while her other hand caressed his back. He kicked his chair away and they stretched out on the carpet. Their lips brushed and blended, their tongues dueling, sliding over and around one another, their lips twisting together, their breathing hot and quick.
Trish spread both her hands over his stomach, pulling her fingers in and he nipped at her lips. His hands flexed the pliant domes of her ass, working his fingers up into the softness at the top of her thighs, manipulating her loins from the rear. Her head rolled back with a moan and his tongue darted into her ear. Gasping at the ocean-like rumbling that filled her brain, she gripped his cock between her flattened palms, rolling and chafing his hot meat.
He lowered his head and his tongue cut into the hollow of her throat to find the soft valley, rolling the point, his upper teeth cupped over the rise of her shoulder to bite down around his kiss. Her hands clenched into fists around his prick, tugging him toward her. Her back bowed forward, pressing and twisting against his hip as his fingers parted her thighs. She drew her knees up to let him slide into the invitation of her cunt and gripped his sides with her thighs.
He pulled his palms up the curved span of her waist to grasp her tits, molding their soft weights. His stomach sliding over her humid slit, he lowered his lips to the pert nubs of her nipples. She bit into his shoulder as his lips writhed round, his tongue drilling as his hands expanded and contracted around the delicious globes.
Her hands moved over his shoulders and neck, her snatch twisting against his stomach and he flexed and rolled his stomach muscles over the hot press of her pubes. Her thighs clenched, viselike and she caressed the backs of his thighs with the insteps of her feet. He edged her nipple with his teeth and then moved to the other breast, suddenly widening his mouth to take in the succulent dome, his tongue licking at the firm smoothness, his teeth rolling against the silky weight as he sucked and released it, sucked and released, rolling her tit in his mouth. Her feet curled in at the base of his buttocks and her fingers dug into his back.
His hands returned to her ass cheeks, clutching the plush pillows as he slowly began to release her tit. Keeping the suction tight, he let his teeth drag against the escaping softness of her breast till her nipple was between his lips and he continued to pull his head back, stretching the nub out. Trish groaned, her cunt pulsing hotly as he recaptured the tit, his tongue and lips moving like a whirlpool with her soft nipple caught at the center.
He moved her up as he kissed suckingly at her belly. His biceps pressed against the fronts of her thighs as his mouth found the blond crest of her pubic thatch. He clasped the backs of her thighs, his thumbs rolling under her fanny. She bucked at the flicker of his tongue, her hands dropping to clutch at the carpet. She arched up against him as his tongue swept up and down the wet velvet of her slit, tasting her secretions. Then he dove in, sweeping the moistness from the pink outer lips, pressing back the furls and the hood from her clit. He circled it, flicked at the quivering nub and then sucked it into the tight grip of his lips. Trish groaned with lust as his lip-sheathed teeth, gentle yet insistent, began to bob the hot bolt of flesh. Her cunt flexed with passion. She gripped her own tits, digging her fingers into the soft orbs, grinding the erect nipples against her palms.
She bucked in his grip, making unintelligible sounds of carnal need and pivoted free to slide her legs under him. He rolled onto his side, one hand finding her fanny and the other raising her above his mouth, working at her gash and the base of her ass. She slid her fingertips along the sides of his scrotum, breezing over the fine hairs that stiffened with static electricity and her tongue lapped at the head of his cock. He groaned into her snatch as her fingers rolled his root, her mouth suckling at his engorged prod. His flesh was burning, the blood pounding in his head and his mouth was filled with the rich taste of her, his nostrils with the warm musk of her.
She drew her tongue up along the under-side of his shaft and closed her mouth round the lavender bulb, laving the softness with her tongue. She massaged his root between her fingertips and pulled forward to catch his balls in her joined palms. She rolled the heavy eggs of his balls as her fingertips continued to press at the swollen mound. Her hair swept over his stomach and thighs as she took more of his shaft into her suctioning mouth, rolling her teeth over the veined trunk. She could hear him moaning, could hear herself groaning. She was on the verge of screaming at the delicious raptures that flooded her cunny. Her body was twitching with the intense flashes that were mounting, growing quicker and stronger, rising toward an orgasm. She pulled her mouth along his prick, teething on it, bathing it with her tongue, her fingers following his root back till she met the crack of his ass.
He felt her push her center finger up into the pucker of his asshole, sliding up. His face twisted against her twat as his arousal increased and she burrowed up into his rectum, approaching his prostate. He sank his own finger between the full cushions of her fanny, catching his thumb in her slit so that he could caress the membrane between with thumb and forefinger. She groaned with delight, gurgling around the fat head of his tremoring cock as he moved his fingers in and out of her cunt and ass in rhythm with his sucking of her clit.
She began to move her head faster, the circle of her lips flashing up and down his shaft, their bodies quivering together. Her thoughts were blurring, her cunt twitching madly against his face. Her snatch was beginning to contract and expand with convulsions, her secretions flowing down over her buttocks and thighs. Her mouth widened and she lost her hold on his cock, her body quaking as her orgasm began to rip loose. Her hands clawed at the rug, her finger popping free of his ass and her face flashed back and forth amid the cloud of her hair. She tried to cry out, but the sound caught in her throat. Her eyes squeezed closed at the libidinous release that was overwhelming her. And he kept at her, his tongue and lips churning the hard node of her clit. Her head pressed back and her heels dug in as she sought to escape the raging of her orgasm. Slowly, she began to come down little by little, his mouthings easing off. Then, just as she thought she was free, his thumb and forefinger began to pump in and out of her ass and cunt, his other fingers swarming in the wet heat of her snatch, his mouth devouring her clit. She cried out into the carpet, her lips twisting from her teeth as she writhed under an even stronger orgasm.
He rose up on one elbow to smile down at the feverish girl, her tits rising and falling with her ragged breathing, her slit shimmering pinkly in the light. Gradually, she began to relax, moistening her lips and swallowing. Her eyelids flickered open and he slid up between her sprawled legs, removing his hand from her fanny and slit so that his cock could easily slide into her wet quim. She started to speak, but gave it up. Her eyes closed as he lowered himself into her. Her hymen was long ago broken in masturbation. She could feel him growing in her, moving up, sliding higher and higher, moving and expanding, filling her with his throbbing meat.
"Damn! it feels fine," she groaned. "Fuck me! Fuck me good!"
He began to flash in and out of her broiling nookie and her eyes widened. She pulled his face down to her and their tongues moved with the pumping of their hips. She churned her hips against the pumping of his cock, feeling the head press against her cervix and then rise to the lips of her snatch. She could feel every hard inch jamming down into her, whirling round, pulling up, screwing down. She made little animal noises of pleasure, her hands clutching at his back.
He raised himself up, lifting her hips from the carpet, holding them for the staccato bursts of his driving prick as he came up onto his knees. She whipped her hips back and forth against him and then heaved herself up from the shoulders. She threw her arms around his neck, landing full on the spike of his cock, driving it deep into her as he sat back on his calves. She muffled a scream against his shoulder, wrapping her legs around him to grind her cunt down on his jabbing length. Their mouths joined in a frenzied writhing of tongues, their loins beating together. She was shaking her hips, her cunt muscles grabbing at him. He rocked his prick from side to side, working it down into the roll of her slit, easing and sliding till he was buried to the hilt. She rotated against him, flattening his head against her womb, splaying the lips and they both gasped in air.
"Come on, babe," she gasped. "Screw that thing in me. Run me through with it! Slide it in, slip it out, slide, slip, shake that snake. In, out, down, down deep, filling me, driving me mad. You're driving me fucking mad!" she groaned.
He pulled her down on him, rubbing her tits over his chest. She continued churning her cunt around his cock as they rolled onto their sides and then over so he was on top again. He drove down and pulled up high, running the top of his shaft along her clit. She clenched her vaginal muscles in short tugs, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. He gripped her ripe tits in his palms and began to slow down, gradually lengthening his movements till he was easing in and out of her wet furrow, stroking her clit longingly. Their breathing began to ease and she blinked up to see him smiling again.
Then he was moving once more, but not all the way in. He ran the top of his shaft up and down over her clit again and again. She bit into her lower lip, her lids closing over moist eyes and the swelling balloon trembled in her cunt, her ecstasies stretching to the breaking point. And then it burst and she gasped, wide-eyed, her body stuttering against him, her head twisting back as her orgasm raged through her.
He dropped down fast, pulling up, drooping, pulling faster and faster till he had regained his speed. She-was caught up, the flash point of her climax extended. His hands went under her ass and his finger slid back up her bunghole. She cried out, thrown forward into the storm of her orgasm. He lifted one of her legs, pressing it up against her body so that he could turn her over, shifting so that he could maintain his piston drive. She rolled onto her belly, pulling her knees up to lift her cunt from the floor, her full ass raised.
His prick came out of her and she gasped, afloat, lost. Then his finger was out of her bunghole and he was sliding up into her rump, lubricated with her vaginal juices. She felt his arms come around her waist and one hand found her cunt, the heel working her clit while the middle finger slid up into her slit. The other hand gloved a tit and she began to shake and quiver, rolling and thrusting her luscious ass cheeks against him.
He came out again, his hand moved and he was swimming up into her cunt again. Out and into her ass. Out and in. Out and in. She screamed into the carpet, muffling the sound.
Her muscle control went and she slid forward onto her belly, gasping. His hands gripped her hips, his shaft flashing in and out of her ass and he cried out, his eyes screwed shut. The veins on his forehead and throat stood out. His arm and shoulder muscles defined themselves with tension. And the lava flow of climax burned scarlet over his mind. He could feel his boiling come erupting from his balls, swarming through his body, breaking through into his cock and spewing down its length to blast up into her, heating her bowels. She trembled and shook at the liquid heat bubbling in her, seeping back down around his cock. His body was spasming against hers, his mouth wide in a silent scream of ecstasy. He gasped at the sensations, his cock twitching out the last of his rich sperm. Then he was tumbling down, falling with her to the carpet, their breathing ragged and heavy.
After a few minutes he slid from her and she rolled into his arms. They kissed gently and he smoothed her hair back from her face.
"What a great first lay," she grinned happily.
"Your first? Jeez, I wonder what you'll be like with experience," he said with surprised awe. "Oh, before I forget, you ought to clean yourself well. Getting it in the cunt after the ass can cause infections."
"Yes, I know," she smiled, caressing his balls in her palm. "Do you think I can get an excuse for being tardy to my next class?" she asked straight-faced.
"Yeah," he laughed, "that teas what I was supposed to talk to you about, wasn't it?"
"And you gave me a great example in not coming too soon," she grinned and kissed his cock.
* * *
Darla Waco, Rob's wife, was a tall, lithe woman whose braided hair hung like ebony to the small of her back. Her features were fine, her coloring rich and her eyes were a stunning gold. Her tits were great, firm globes standing proudly from her chest, her hips flared from her slender waist and her ass tilted up like two luxurious cushions above her long and shapely legs. She was an instructor at the same high school as her husband.
Her modest one-piece swimming suit did little to conceal her opulent sexuality.
She stood at the side of the gym pool, watching her students swimming. Her gold eyes glittered as the young arms rose and fell amongst the froth, drawing lightly bound young tits free, the cloth gaping momentarily around the wide variety of breasts. She noted the flashing of their tanned legs and recalled her regular viewing of the girls' naked bodies when they changed before and after P.O. The girls now in the pool were fifteen-year-old sophomores.
"Mrs. Waco?" a timid young voice asked from beside her and Darla turned to smile at Gillian Stanford, Trish's younger sister.
"Yes, Gillian?" Darla smiled at the lush little redhead, one of her favorites.
"I'm having trouble with my stroke. I wonder if you could help me?" Gillian asked, her eyes bright and innocent.
"Of course," Darla smiled, walking alongside the pool with the girl.
Darla admired the way the girl's body just bordered on being plump. Just an ounce more would have been too much, but as it was, her body seemed to be straining to contain her ripening curves, her tits firm peaches, her ass lush globes. They slipped into waist-deep water and the girl swam back and forth to exhibit her deficiencies, but Darla was only aware of her virtues: her delectable body and sweet face. Darla glanced toward the rest of the girls at the far end of the Olympic size pool, oblivious to her and Gillian.
"Yes, I think I see," Darla smiled, standing by the girl. "Here, rest on my arms," she motioned and Gillian moved atop her forearms, the bottoms of the girl's tits pressing them. "Now, continue with your stroking and I'll hold you in place," she directed and Gillian complied, causing her tits to shift back and forth with her movements, caressing her teacher's forearms. Her hips rolled with her kicking, rubbing against the plump mound of Darla's suited cunt, filling it with a warm pulsation that brought a warm flush to the woman's face.
"Is that better?" Gillian asked, glancing up past Darla's large tits to her lidded eyes.
"Yes, but you're ... still hitting at the water. Try to let your arms just slide-in-and-out," she directed huskily.
"I'll try," the girl nodded, shifting her position so that her tits pressed fully against Darla's arm and the heel of her hand.
To keep the girl balanced, Darla was forced to shift her other arm farther back and she found herself in contact with Gillian's hips and loins. She could feel the girl's slit hot against the sensitive flesh of her inner forearm and the pulsing in her own cunt deepened. The swimming motions played Gillian's tits and cunny against Darla's tingling flesh and the woman took a deep breath to maintain self-control and her breasts strained at her suit.
"Yes, uh, I think you've got it down pretty well," Darla forced herself to say and moved to allow Gillian to stand.
"Good," Gillian smiled, turning so that her teacher held her plump tit in her hand for a second and so that her cunt pressed against Darla's other wrist. "But I'm also having trouble kicking when I'm on my back," she said apologetically. "Could you help me with that too?"
"Yes, I-I suppose so," Darla mumbled with a backward glance at the rest of the class.
She turned back to find Gillian lying back in the water, her head lowering toward Darla's half-submerged cunt. Unable to do otherwise without explaining her arousal, she put her hands under the girl's shoulders to provide support. As Gillian began to churn the water with her legs, her head bobbed back to bump gently against Darla's tremoring cunt. Darla bit at her lower lip as the girl's head touched again and again, sending small tremors through the plump swells of her pubes to vibrate her clit. She swallowed hard, hoping she could fend off climaxing or at least disguise it if the girl continued.
Gillian smiled up at Darla's glazed eyes, her red hair floating about her face as she continued to bounce off the woman's snatch. She lifted her arms even with Darla's, drawing her fingers across the woman's silky flesh.
Darla blinked down with a lopsided smile as Gillian dropped her arms outstretched atop the water and she suddenly realized that she now held the girl's sides just under the armpits so that the young tits were again pressed against her inner forearms. The delicate pounding continued against her cunt" which was now wet with her secretions of arousal, her clit erect and burning within the hot throbbings. The girl's arms curled underwater, slipping back so that she could grasp the backs of Darla's knees. Darla almost lost her already precarious balance and Gillian rolled onto her stomach as if to keep from floundering, her face pressing against the humid warmth of Darla's cunt.
Darla suddenly realized that her hands were now filled with the pliant lushness of the girl's tits. She felt as if she was going to faint, weaving slightly in the water as her clit began to throb faster and faster. Gillian's mouth pressed against the cloth of Darla's suit, her teeth dragging over the spot where she guessed the woman's clit to be.
Darla could not keep her eyes focused, or her eyelids raised, vertigo spinning her senses. Glancing back at her unaware classmates, Gillian knelt in the water, her hands moving up under Darla's ass cheeks to steady her. Opening her mouth wide over the prominent mound of the woman's cunny, she bit softly, her tongue rubbing the fabric.
Darla felt the girl's tits pressing against her thighs, felt the girl's fingers pressing into the crotch of her suit, nuzzling the damp coils of her muff to open the burning lips of her cunny. Her mind reeled and she gasped, clutching the girl's shoulders for support as her orgasm exploded within her, her mind flashing as her body shook with the joys raging through her.
Gasping, she gradually began to regain her composure. Looking down at the elfin smile of triumph on the fifteen-year-old face, there was no doubt in her mind that Gillian had seduced her.
Gillian eased her fingers from the woman's cunt and slowly licked away the love juices with a lascivious smile, her pink tongue caressing each joint of her fingers till all the rich fluids were gone. Darla swallowed hard, unsure of what to do, feeling helpless, as if she were the girl and Gillian the adult.
With a flick of her eyes, Gillian noted that her classmates were still busy swimming. Looking back to Darla, Gillian slid her hand into the top of her swimsuit and plucked one of her firm tits free, the pink nipple erect, the areole crinkled from the water. Gillian took Darla's hand and directed it to the exposed breast. Darla knew this was madness, that if they were seen it could mean her and Rob's jobs, that she could be charged with corrupting the morals of a minor-even though it was the other way around. Her fingers closed around the swollen dome of Gillian's tit, feeling the hard nipple dig into her palm. Blocked from sight by Darla, the girl stood in front of her, murmuring at the caress.
"Perhaps you could ... help me some more, after class one day?" the girl smiled, easing her fingers into the deep cleavage of Darla's big breasts. "I do like big titties," she smiled, turning her hand so that she could caress the silky globes and she pinched lightly at the aroused nipple. "One afternoon next week?" Gillian purred.
"Yes," Darla said with a little moan. "Yes, maybe ... I can."
Her fingers tightened around Gillian's tit as the bell rang the end of class. Quickly, their hands left one another's breasts and Gillian's was recovered. The girl fell into the water, back-stroking away and Darla finally turned to follow the other girls into the shower room, wondering at her actions and desires. As the girls showered, she kept finding her eyes holding on Gillian's sparkling glances, at the languid soaping she gave her sweet young tits, at the way the soap frothed the auburn fur of her cunny, the way the plump fanny tilted above the firm thighs. Finally she went into her office, her heart pounding, her body burning with arousal and desire.
She wondered if she could resist meeting with the girl, if she could deny the heat in her cunt. She was glad this was the last class of the week and that she could be with Rob soon, having his loving cock soothing the pulsing of her slit.
* * *
Outside the school, Trish stood waiting for Gillian and smiled when her sister appeared, the expression on her face announcing victory.
"Well, did Mrs. Waco pan out?" Trish grinned eagerly.
"We've a date for next week," Gillian smiled. "What about Mr. Waco?"
"He was a great choice for retiring me from the virgins' list," Trish giggled. "A beautiful, big cock."
"You really think they'll tell one another?" Gillian asked as they began to walk toward home.
"Maybe not, but either way we're ahead," Trish shrugged. "How come you don't want to let him have your cherry by himself?"
"I want that to be something extra special," Gillian smiled.
"Is that why you chose Mrs. Waco?"
"Partly. But mainly because I get off on the exhibitionism and risk of putting the make on her out in the open," Gillian admitted. "I'd fuck with him if we could do it on stage during assembly!"
"With the school band playing," Trish laughed. "I'll see what I can arrange."
"You still got your date with Alex tonight?"
"With mom and dad and Don being away at Uncle Bob's for the weekend? You bet. And what about your date? I am going to have the house to myself, aren't I?"
"Yeah, you get to fuck away with Alex," Gillian nodded.
"If you're not ready to fuck, why're you bothering going out?"
"I can still get off on being eaten and on giving head," Gillian shrugged. "Besides, once I've done it, I want to have an idea of the lay of the-land?" She grinned.
"Okay," Trish laughed. "Long as I get ol' Alex's whang tonight."
"What about tomorrow and Sunday morning?" Gillian asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "We'll have the house to ourselves then too."
"Yeah," Trish grinned. "Well, we'll just have to see what comes up-or down," she laughed.
CHAPTER TWO
As Trish and Gillian waved goodbye to their parents and brother, their next door neighbor was setting up a movie projector in his den. Carl Boerne, a handsome man in his thirties, had sat around getting horny at the prospect of his wife's arrival only to recall that she would be late due to a meeting. So, to pass the time in the same spirit, Carl decided to run a film from his private collection. Beer in hand, he sank back in his plush easy chair as the movie began: Dressed in a French schoolgirl's uniform, a blond girl closed the tall door of her bedroom. Her gleaming hair fell to her waist and her face had an Alice-in-Wonderland quality with its large blue eyes, petite nose and pink lips. There was the suggestion of blossoming breasts beneath her white blouse and her pleated blue skirt fell from the sweet arch of a delightful fanny. Carl smiled at her long and slender legs, well-shaped beneath her skirt and high cotton stockings and he sipped his beer as the film continued, his cock hardening at the familiar picture, looking forward to what was to follow.
She crossed to one of the opulent bedroom's windows, looking out upon the grounds of the estate from the second floor. A single, long-stemmed rose was in a vase to her side. She touched her finger to one of the soft petals, capturing a droplet of dew and lifted it to her lips. The gleaming bead of moisture clung to her lower lip, the same pink as the rose and her tongue eased forth to catch it on its cherry pink tip. She smiled to herself and began to unbutton her blouse.
Laying the blouse on the back of a chair, she began to unfasten her skirt. Her nipples were hazy pink halo's under the thin cotton of her slip. She stepped out of the skirt and it joined the blouse as she began unbuckling her shoes. Kicking them away, she drew the slip up over her head.
Her breasts were like powder puffs, soft swellings rising only an inch from her chest but with a circumference of a hand's length. Atop each delicate dome were areoles as pink as her tongue, an inch wide, that stood out another inch like a second breast rising from each. And from these sweet buds were thrust two jutting nipples, the tips inverted like small cups.
She stepped from her panties, dressed now in only her stockings which stopped two thirds of the way up her thighs. Gold threadings of down were all that covered the plump cheeks of her cunny, the shallow of her slit fully exposed. Her revealed body seemed that of a girl beginning to flower. Yet some lustful joy sparkled in her eyes that suggested that either she was very knowledgeable for her years, or that she was a woman who had somehow retained the body of a girl.
She sat on the edge of her large, ornately framed bed and drew one leg up as she slid the stocking down. The dark cotton curled around her ankle, she paused and rested her cheek against her finely downed thigh just above the knee. Lost in thought, she lay back atop the silk covers, her other leg outstretched.
Dusk falling, the light began to dim as she absently scratched at the firm curve of her belly. Her fingers drifted lower and touched at the outer lips of her slit. She pressed against the soft furrow and her fingers eased into the misty pink of her inner lips. She brought her hand to her face, one finger extended with a droplet of her own dew, secreted from the ripe blossom of her cunt. She touched the finger to her lower lip and the bead of moisture clung there till her tongue drew it into her mouth.
Tasting herself, she smiled with pleasure. Blinking, she sat up as the last of the light faded. Standing, she crossed to where a silver candelabra stood atop her vanity. She lit the thick lavender stalks of wax, illuminating the room in a golden glow. Putting the match out, she studied the candles for a moment and then took one from its socket. Droplets of lavender slid down the shaft and she blew out the wick only to relight it. She turned the candle and a drop of wax spattered on one of her nipples, cooling as it fell, but coating the pinkish red of the erect nub.
Returning to the bed, she lay back as she had before except that she spread her legs wider. The wick pointed up, she nuzzled the base against the opened lips of her slit, gradually working it inward as she raised her ass from the bed, tilting her hips back. Drops of lavender fell and coated the swells of her pubes as she rose up on her elbow so that she could press the wax phallus ever deeper in the wet channel of her cunt.
Her eyelids drooped and her lips parted in a rapturous smile as she squirmed to slide the hard length as far as she could. The insides of her thighs glistened with perspiration from the heat of the candle's flame. She made small mewing sounds, her flesh tingling with pleasure.
Suddenly, the door was thrown open and a draft extinguished the candle. Wide-eyed, the girl turned toward the door and the figure that stood there.
A tall woman stood staring at the girl, arms outstretched to grip the doorknob and the doorframe, throwing her long cape back from the firm melons of her breasts with their rouged nipples, from the legs booted in black leather and from the large dildo strapped to her cunt. Her eyes flashed with lust from behind a black mask. A wide-brimmed and plumed hat was atop her ebony hair.
The girl watched fearfully as the woman stepped forward, smiling wickedly at her. From behind the concealment of the scarlet-lined cape stepped a dwarf, his two-and-a-half-foot frame in velvet breeches, stockings and buckled shoes of the Eighteenth Century. His arms, face, bald head and naked torso were covered by intricate tattoos of naked figures engaged in every possible sexual act.
"Have we put out your candle, my dear?" the woman purred. "Well, we can't have you lighting candles for yourself, can we?" she smiled and caressed the images of lovers atop the dwarfs head. "Ivan, see to Miss Dominique's ... candle," she smiled salaciously.
The girl swallowed, her eyes wide as she watched the dwarf approach. His erect cock pressed out against his breeches, the twelve-inch length looking all the longer in contrast to his height. He smiled thinly at her and she nervously touched her hands to the softness of her tits. Ivan reached out and his fingers closed around the length of hard wax extending from Dominique's open slit. He turned it slowly in her wet channel and she gave a little gasp of pleasure. He shifted the candle knowingly, Caressing the pink cunt lips and brushing the hard nub of her clit. Her hands closed over her breasts, clutching them tightly as her head tilted back, her eyes closed to the pleasure.
Ivan glanced back at the woman and she nodded as she moved around to the other side of the bed. Ivan's hand tugged his prick free and he crawled up onto the bed between the girl's quivering loins. He began easing the candle free of her cunny and Dominique blinked her eyes open to see the thick bulk of his prod approaching the damp splay of her twat. With a tremor of fear, she sucked her lower lip between her teeth.
"Is it not lovely, Dominique, my child?" the woman cooed in her ear and the girl jerked her head around to see the woman toss aside her hat and cape. The dildo stood out brightly from the dark floss of the woman's muff. "Even lovelier than mine," she smiled and slid onto the bed. "But that doesn't matter since you shall have both, dearest girl."
"Oh, but please do not do this thing," the girl pleaded in a small voice. "Do not abuse me."
"Abuse you?" the woman laughed heartily. "Oh, heavens no. How could anyone abuse this soft flesh?" the woman whispered, her hands stroking the girl's shoulders and then moving around to press against the soft saucers of her breasts.
Dominique shivered with delight as the woman's long fingers plucked at the thick arousal of her nipples. Ivan's fingers caressed the white-gold down of her thighs, spiraling in toward the spatterings of lavender wax, the damp pubic hair and her throbbing snatch.
"No, we wish to pay tribute to your succulent young tits, to probe your hot depths with our cocks," the woman's whispering voice fluttered at the girl's ear. The woman's tongue flicked out at the soft pinkness and into the contours. "Isn't that what you want, Dominique?"
"Yes," she moaned, confessing her lust. "Yes, mother."
Ivan's cock pushed forward, cleaving the sugar-pink lips of her cunt, sluicing up into her. She gasped, clawing at his back to pull him against her, arching forward against him. She kissed at his face, her tongue licking the erotic tattoos.
"Now, Countess," Ivan grunted, pumping his great shaft in and out of the girl's no longer virgin slit.
The countess smiled and she shifted to bring her dildo against the cleft of her daughter's pert fanny. She paused for a moment, lubricating the stout prod.
"Now," Dominique gasped, trembling with the raptures of Ivan's pistoning cock. "Please now."
Without further pause, the countess freed the girl's breasts to grip the ripe cheeks of her rump, drawing them apart to introduce the head of the dildo. Dominique ground her rump back against the head, the pink bud of her anus opening to the artificial cock. Ivan was biting at her tits, consuming the plump buds of her nipples with a ravenous tongue. His prod jammed in and out of the quivering maw of her snatch and he sucked the whole of one of her tits into his mouth, tightening his cheeks around it as waves of pleasure began to flash up his cock.
"Oh! Cram it up me!" the girl half-screamed, grabbing back to clutch her mother's ass in order to pull the woman against her, to thrust the dildo up her backside.
The woman's cunt pressed against the girl's ass as the dildo disappeared between the plush globes. The girl gasped as the thick rubber shaft raged up into her, stretching and thrusting only to slide back down so that it could return. She could feel her membrane caught between Ivan's cock and her mother's dildo. Her lower body felt filled to overflowing, the two prods racing in and out of her.
Ivan bit at her tit, trying to hold back the raging of his climax. The countess bit at her shoulders, weeping with joy, her cunt stuttering against the contact of the dildo's base. Dominique's eyes widened, staring blindly as her body began to explode with orgasms. Her body spasmed and bucked between the two. Ivan's cock erupted, hot spend spewing up into her cunt. Her mother screamed with her climax, her twistings causing the dildo to chum within Dominique's ass.
Bathed in sweat, Ivan fell back onto the bed, his softening prick sliding free and Carl crumpled his empty beer can in his hand.
The countess toppled away, the dildo coming free with a popping sound and Carl smiled. Dominique remained kneeling between the two, swaying for a moment before she collapsed.
"You're the best parents a girl ever had," the girl smiled with a look of satiation.
"A bit kinky, but great fun to visit," Carl grinned, reaching back to cut off the projector.
Getting himself another beer from the refrigerator, Carl reached down and rubbed his hard cock which was jabbing out to tent his slacks. "She'll be home soon," he said with a grim smile and moved to the window!
It was dark outside and he found himself looking into the Stanford living room, the drapes open, the room empty. He glanced up and his hand paused halfway to his mouth with the beer can. Trish's window was also undraped and she was moving toward that state herself.
Oblivious to anything but her thoughts of her approaching date, Trish dropped her blouse and removed her lacy bra, unknowingly exposing the delicious globes of her tits to Carl's rapt stare. Having long gained casual pleasure from the sight of the Stanford women, Carl found himself breathing deeply at the sight of the girl caressing the bra marks from her breasts, the nubs of her nipples erect. His hand tightened around his can of beer as Trish wiggled out of her jeans, her fanny twisting pertly as she bent to step out of the pants. A moment later, her jeans were discarded as were her panties and she slid her spread fingers through the blond ringlets of her bush, a salacious smile on her lips.
Carl frowned with disappointment as the girl disappeared from sight, but smiled as she again passed within his line of vision, a towel in hand as she headed for the bathroom. Realizing she would be out of sight for several minutes and thinking about the movie he had just watched, he returned to the den. There, he took his camera from its cabinet and attached a telescopic lens. Looking down at his erect cock's press, he grinned and headed back toward the kitchen window.
"A little more entertainment to pass the time," he grinned to himself.
* * *
In her bathroom, Trish stood in the tub beneath the shower attachment and washed her long blond hair, and then the already soft fur of her cunt. Rinsing the suds away, she filled the tub with warm water and added scented oils. Half an hour later, she was back in her bedroom, drying her hair with a hand dryer, the hair on her head and twat soft and silky, her body rich from the perfumed bath oil.
She moved to her dresser and smiled at her reflection, her flesh vibrant and lush, her hair gleaming with the light. She lifted a tube of rouge from the dresser and artfully applied it to each nipple, cupping her breasts lovingly as she did so. Each nub glowing a radiant pink, she rubbed the rouge in, murmuring at her own caress, the buds standing out erect. Satisfied with the effect of the coloring, she brushed her muff to either side of her slit and then gently applied the rouge to her cunt lips, again rubbing it in. This time, her eyes lidded as she made small moaning sounds.
Cleaning the excess rouge from her fingers with a tissue, Trish again examined her mirror image. Her nipples seemed to leap out from her tits and her slit glimmered through the ringlets of her cunny. Pleased, she opened a drawer and took out a bit of lace and transparent nylon. The nylon formed a slender hourglass, the lace hanging from each corner. The strips of lace tied high on each hip, the nylon just covered her bush and the crack of her ass. The rouged pink of her slit showed clearly through the nylon and she slid her index fingers beneath the fabric to smooth her hair back to either side.
Her skin tingling warmly from her touches, Trish crossed to her closet to remove a wrap-around top from a hanger. Putting it on, she tied the strings at the nape of her neck and started to tie those that stretched from the base of the single piece of cloth which fell just past the top of her firm little belly. Smiling to herself, she instead returned to the dresser and took a pair of scissors from a drawer. Neatly clipping away the two strings, she turned before the mirror, liking the way the cloth draped down off her tits, her rouged nipples glowing through the flowered translucent of the organdy.
Returning the scissors to the drawer, she got a skirt from a hanger and slid it up her shapely legs. The silk clung to the cheeks of her fanny and draped the shallow of her loins, falling only a few inches below her cunt. Putting rings on her fingers, a bracelet around one ankle and earrings on, she spun before the mirror, the top floating out to bare the bottoms of her tits, the skirt fanning to show her fanny and just covered muff. Trish was happy, now needing only Alex to complete the ingredients for the evening of pleasure she had planned.
* * *
Carl was glad that he had returned to the den for his film bag, having shot a roll and a half at twenty frames a roll. His cock had been throbbing as the girl had rouged, caressed, clothed and jeweled her body and he had finally freed it from the constraints of his slacks, letting it jut free.
Hearing a car, he glanced toward the street and saw a youth of seventeen or eighteen get out of his car and move toward Trish's front door. Having seen Trish's preparations, Carl found himself envying the boy, having no doubts as to what awaited him. Watching Trish cross the living room in response to the doorbell, Carl hoped that she would not decide to close the drapes.
* * *
Alex blinked, stunned at the sight of Trish. Her breasts were clearly bare beneath the near-transparent bit of cloth, her nipples were like rosebuds and between her succulent belly and luxuriant legs the silk skirt clung to her loins. He could feel his cock hardening in his jeans.
"Won't you come in, Alex?" She smiled warmly at the tanned youth and he nodded, moving slowly into the lamp-lit room.
"I decided I'm not really interested in seeing a movie," she said, closing the door and giving him time to move his eyes from her bare back to the draped cushions of her ass. "You wouldn't mind just watching TV or ... something, would you?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder and smiling warmly at the hard bulge of his prick.
"Uh, no," he said with full sincerity.
"Why don't you sit down and I'll get us something to drink," she offered and he sat back on the couch, his hands gripping the arm and back as he watched her fanny shift deliciously beneath the silk as she moved to a liquor cabinet.
"Your parents ... ?" he asked, hoping.
"Oh, they and Don are away for the weekend," she said casually, knowing the grin that appeared on his face. "And Gillian's out on a late date," she added, bending from the waist to get glasses.
"Ah," was all he could say, his eyes moving up the backs of her legs to where her skirt lifted, her fanny naked but for the gauzing of the nylon along the crack. He moistened his lips, his flesh feverish.
"Here we are," she smiled, setting glasses atop the coffee table and the top fell away from her breasts as she bent forward, exposing the bottom halves of those rich globes to his intent eyes. "Would you like to ... pour?" she asked, raising her eyes without lifting her head.
Swallowing hard, he nodded and reached out shakily to lift the bottle. She moved around the table and sat at the other end of the couch, curling her legs up atop it as she leaned back against the cushioned arm. The brandy spilled into the glasses and he put the bottle down, taking a deep breath before turning to hand her glass to her.
"Thanks," she said in a husky whisper, drawing one leg up as she took the glass, her fingers caressing his. Her knee rising, the skirt slid from her thigh to bare the veiled triangle of her cunny. "You're sure you don't mind not seeing the movie?" she asked as his eyes glued themselves to her cunt, the transparent nylon and the rouging of her slit seeming to make her more than naked. "How about a toast?" she asked a minute later.
"Okay," he mumbled a few moments later, reluctantly lifting his gaze and picked up his glass, feeling already drunk at Trish's seductive display.
"To the pill," she smiled, raising her glass.
"Yeah," he nodded with a grin and took a drink.
"We need a little music," she said and stretched out to turn on the stereo mounted in the base of the coffee table, twisting so that the top fell to the side, exposing her tits to him as she adjusted the volume of the pulsing rhythms of the music. "How's that?" she smiled, slowly sitting back up, clearly referring to the exposure of her firm young tits and not to the music.
"Beautiful," he smiled, his eyes moving over the soft globes as she stretched languidly, the nipples even pinker now.
"How many girls've you balled, Alex?" she asked, raising her glass to her lips.
"Huh?" he blinked, taken off guard for a moment. "I don't know-four or five, I guess. Why?"
"I've only screwed once and so I'm not all that knowledgeable," she admitted. "I was wondering how many ways you know how to do it."
"Positions, you mean?" he asked, lowering his eyes to her foot as she caressed the top of his thigh with it and he slid his hand up her soft calf.
"Yeah, I guess," she nodded, drifting her fingers over one tit.
"Enough to keep us entertained for awhile, I'd think," he smiled.
"Describe them," she asked, watching his fingers move up and down her leg, rising higher each time.
"In the cunt; me lying on top; you on top sitting or lying. In the cunt from behind, you with your tail up or lying on top of me. Crotch to crotch with our heads at different ends. In the cunt with you sitting on a table, or with your legs wrapped around my waist and me standing," he said, his fingers touching the juncture of thigh and hip just beneath the tiny panties.
"And?" she asked breathlessly, her fingers now squeezing her tit, her flesh quivering at his touch, her foot pushing at his rock-hard shaft through his jeans, her legs open wide, the panties damp with her arousal.
"Or I can lift your hips while I kneel," he said, realizing the effect his words were having in conjunction with their caresses. "Then I swing my cock in and out of your cunt, rolling your hips so I can rub against your clit. Or I can straddle your chest and fuck between your tits while you mouth my head and take my come in your throat," he added, his fingers releasing the lace strips from her hips. "Or you can get it in the ass, my prick sliding up between your ass cheeks as you sit atop my hips, or raise your fanny, or lie back atop me, my fingers in your cunt and on your breasts," he said huskily, peeling the panties away from her cunt so that he could slide his fingers through the soft curls and into the juicy slit. "And when you get it in the cunt, my finger can be in your fanny like this," he said, easing one lubricated finger into the pucker of her anus, drawing a deep moan from her, her fanny wiggling as his finger slid up into her, the others flowing in her cunt, bobbing her burning clit. "Is that enough for now?"
"No," she murmured. "Yes, of ways, but not of-what you're doing. How-how many was that?" she said, clumsily setting the glass on the table, her voice thick.
"Ten maybe," he said, setting his own glass aside after taking a deep swallow.
"W-which do you ... like best?" she asked, sitting up, her hand extending toward the zipper of his jeans.
"In the cunt," he said as she opened his jeans to free the long trunk of his cock. "Either one on top," he added, inhaling deeply as her fingers slid over the taut flesh of his prick.
"Sounds good," she whispered huskily, caressing the veined column of his whang, her lips touching the head.
She worked his pants lower and he lifted up so that she could pull them down. Her fingers moved down to graze the hair of his scrotum, her lips nibbling at his head. He pulled open his shirt, his eyes lidding at the ecstatic pulsings that her mouth and hands sent sweeping through his body. Her hands opened and eased out over his thighs, her lips parting around his head, her tongue tip tattooing its tremoring surface.
Her hands flowed over his legs, moving downward to remove his shoes and socks and his jeans. With him naked, her hands gradually returned to his loins, cupping his balls and massaging his thick root as her lips moved down around his shaft, her tongue cupping his head in languorous spirals. The heel of one hand against the base of his throbbing cock, she curled palm and fingers between his nuts to cup the length of his root, the tips of her center fingers at the rim of his anus. She laid her other hand across the first and stroked one swollen ball with her thumb while rolling the other with her fingers.
His hands gripped and stroked her shoulders, his eyes closed to the raptures seeping through his mind like warm fog, his flesh fevered. She rose up a little on her knees, the circle of her nurturing lips moving farther down, her cheeks sucking in around his cock, her tongue lapping the dorsal vein as his head moved into her throat which she had aligned with her mouth. He could feel her breath rushing around his knob as she took his whole length in.
"Jeez! but you're a sword swallower," he slurred, flashes of red and white light appearing behind his eyelids, his calves pulling back against the couch, his breathing strained, his forehead -lined.
Her cheeks and tongue tightened around his trunk, drawing on him, her breath quivering his head as she inhaled. Her grip relaxed, her breath rushing out. Drawing and relaxing, suckling faster and faster, her fingers rolling his root, she fondled his balls and the come that broiled within them, her inner arms caressing his thighs, her tits shifting against the insides of his knees. His lips pulled back from his teeth, his body trembling with ecstasy, his perception of distinct parts of his body blurring, thoughts whirling.
"Gonna-come in-y'r mouth," he rasped, his breath catching, his back arching.
She reacted with delight, having been denied completion of giving head to Rob and began to suck all the faster. He groaned, his body beginning to quake, his hips lifting.
He cried out, coming. His jism burst free of his aching balls, soothing them and roared like lava through his body to gush the length of his cock, spasming his body. The thick broth geysered down her throat, his shaft whipping in the suction pull of her mouth. His mind and senses went bright with release and his tensed muscles quivered for a moment as his prick began to stutter the last of his sperm into her gulping mouth. Then he fell back limply, gasping for air.
Letting his cock ease up into her mouth as it softened, Trish sucked the last droplets from the lips of his head and sat back on her calves. She smiled at his glazed expression and raised up to embrace him, stretching out on the couch with him.
"I'll return the favor in a minute," he smiled, holding her tightly against him.
"Wait'll after our first fuck," she smiled, kissing at his lips.
"Why?" he asked, caressing the soft globes of her tits.
"I want to know what your come tastes like mixed with mine," she grinned, her fingers stroking his half-erect prick.
"You're a dirty lady," he grinned, rubbing the pert nubs of her nipples between his fingers.
"By whose book?" she smiled, rubbing his head in the wet sleekness of her slit.
"By this dirty man's book," he smiled and slid his tongue into her mouth.
Her tongue curled with the rougher texture of his, her mouth opening wide against his. His hands slid to the delectable roundness of her ass cheeks and she twisted her tits against his chest, his prick hardening in her hands, the head pushing deeper into her slit to nudge her swollen clit. She moaned into his mouth and he diddled his cockhead against the hot bolt. Her fingers strummed his balls, her tongue lashing at his.
He dropped his hips lower and slowly slid his prick up into the pulsation of her cunny until he was fully sheathed with her hot tightness. She groaned with pleasure at the bulk that filled her and twisted against him, clutching at him as he rapped his pelvis against her, his prod tapping within her, shifting the walls of her cunt in a steady rhythm. On their sides, he clutched her fanny tighter, rolling her buttocks against her and thus shifting her twat around his prick.
He rolled onto his back, centering his rump on the couch, as he drew her atop the saddle of his hips. She ran her fingers through his hair, her legs curling up alongside him and lifted her cunt up around the bobbing spar of his sex, her fanny twisting in the air. Their tongues coiled together like serpents, his hands sliding up between them, his palms moving from her belly to the base of her tits. He murmured happily as she flexed her vaginal muscles about his jabbing prick, his hands moving back down so that he could ease his fingers into the top of her slit. She groaned with pleasure as his fingers circled and rolled her pulsing clit, pressing it down against the top of his thick shaft.
Their tongues still dueling, their mouths parted and she pulled her hands across his shoulders as she slowly sat up on the spindle of his churning cock, her new angle allowing it to dive even deeper, the head flattening against her cervix as she began to grind her snatch against his pubic hair. His one hand remaining at her clit, the other rose to encase one of her swollen tits and provide her with additional balance as she swayed upon his surging meat.
"Um, but you feel good," she hummed, her eyes closed and head back, her fingernails drifting over his chest and upper stomach. "Feel so full, hot and trembling, an' ... " She trailed off, her teeth edging her lower lip as the pulsations quickened within her cunny, her toes curling tight at the rich flowings of bliss that bathed her mind and body.
His shoulders back and his body arched, he rolled his hips under the rise and fall of her suckling cunt, the taut flesh of his shaft shifting up and down around the throbbing of his bulk. His fingers on her belly, he rolled her clit gently between his thumbs, her buttocks caressing the tops of his thighs as she lowered down to completely surround his prod, her legs gripping his sides tightly as she gasped.
Her hands clutching him, her arms straightened, her shoulders pressing back as her torso arched forward, her tits jutting up as her head went back. Her lips widened, her long tongue curling between them, her cunt pressing tightly against him as her snatch pulled tight around his still rolling prick, clutching faster and faster, the walls of her cunt burning, the hot bolt of her clit quaking between his thumbs.
"Mother o'-comin' so-so-" she groaned, her throat constricting around the air being forced out, her eyes tight, her body shaking. "Come ... " she gasped and her body suddenly jerked, a scream ripping free as she came, her cunt seeming to explode, jarring her mind into a cascade of starbursts, her flesh glowing. "Fuck!" she cried out and he had to catch her as she lost control of her body, climactic spasms heaving her about.
His eyes intent, he held her sides as she swayed and spun, her cunt twisting and pulling madly about his quaking cock. His weight against the back of the couch, he lifted from the waist, pressing her fevered body against his and pulled his legs around from beneath her. Her arms hanging limp, she gulped air, ringlets of hair clinging to her damp forehead. As he moved around, he continued to thrust his cock into the quivering oven of her snatch and she gave up trying to speak or act, her head lolling to the side as even more intense waves of joy began to flood her already rapture-filled body.
He eased her down on her back, his weight on his elbows and kissed at her face as he began to lift and drop his hips, his reddened tool flashing in and out of her wet slit. Her hands rose, her muscles tensing again as the waves of arousal raged, his thick length stoking the heat in her cunt, his kisses flowing over her face. She clutched at his back. His face twisted as the throbbing of his cock became a pounding, as the pounding became a shattering staccato blast. Her fingers dug into his back, her body bucking and twisting under his, her cunt gulping. He felt his come break free. She screamed with release, her body glistening. His voice joined hers, his sperm blasting through his cock, his hips stuttering, his mind consumed with carnal ecstasy.
Slowly, the pumping of his prick began to ease, the suckling of her cunny to relax, the tension of their muscles to depart. They lay gasping together, their flesh hot and damp, their minds gradually unclouding. Smiles curled their lips long before words would come, their flesh still buzzing softly.
"Out a sight," he smiled and touched his lips to hers.
"Yeah," she nodded with a dazed smile.
"How'd you like that position?" he asked, rolling onto his side next to her, his cock still inside her cunt.
"First class," she nodded with a grin. "Feel like a drink?"
"Yeah," he agreed and reached out for one of the glasses, holding the rim to her lips as she sipped. "Which way do you want t'go for the second shot?" he asked and took a drink.
"Oh, maybe from the back," she mused. "But first ... "
"Yeah?"
"You were talking about eating me before ..she smiled.
"Dirty lady," he grinned and set the glass down as he kissed her deeply.
She murmured with pleasure as his hands caressed her tits and moaned as his lips joined them to suckle her nipples. Her tongue flicked at her lips as his mouth continued downward, his cock sliding along her leg as he nibbled and licked her belly. She spread her legs wider, drawing them up as his mouth moved through the golden ringlets of her bush. She caressed his head as he circled her slit with his tonguing kisses and inhaled sharply as his tongue slithered into her nook. She stretched and purred with delight as she felt his tongue skim over her clit and curl over the walls of her cunt, laddling the rich nectar of their shared juices into his mouth. Her twat began to pulse hotly again and she quivered with a small, delicious orgasm.
Smiling, he raised his head and looked up with lidded eyes. Her hands on his shoulders, she pulled him up toward her eagerly, her eyes glowing with excitement. He laid his body atop hers, rubbing his hardening cock against her gash, pressing his chest to her ripe tits and his hands cupped her head. She ran her tongue over his closed lips and he suddenly opened his mouth to thrust his come-coated tongue into her mouth. Her gripping hands sliding up and down his arms, she spun her tongue gleefully in his mouth, frothing the mix of their love juices and savoring the taste, his tongue flowing with hers.
He reached down and drew one of her legs up against her body as she sucked at his tongue, her tits twisting her hard nipples against his and he slid his erect cock up into her slit. Her eyes opened wide and she turned from the waist as he indicated, her curled leg moving under him as he lifted his hips. They shifted and her lush fanny caressed his abdomen and hips, their kiss continued over her shoulder as his hands slid around her to cup the domes of her tits.
* * *
Finishing off yet another roll of film, Carl exhaled deeply and took a long swallow of beer. Removing the roll of exposed film and putting it in its can, he looked down at his engorged cock and then smiled as he heard his wife's car pull to a stop in their driveway.
Putting the lens cap on, he set the camera aside and stripped quickly, finishing by the time he heard Eva unlock the front door.
"Hello, love," he called out.
"Hi," Eva replied, closing the door. Cropped chestnut curls framed her face with its high cheekbones, broad forehead, pointed chin, aquiline nose, full lips and large, jet black eyes.
"Hungry?" she heard Carl ask from the kitchen.
"Sure am," she answered, removing her coat. "It was a long meeting, but I think we've got the fuel allocation problems ironed out," she said, kicking her shoes off. "'Ironed out' sounds a bit domestic for an executive," she mused to herself with a grin, pulling her blouse free of her skirt. "What've you got to eat?" she asked, her voice trailing off as he came in from the kitchen.
"Apple butter?" he asked with a grin, his fully erect cock gleaming with a coating of the golden apple butter.
"Sounds good," she laughed. "But what's that you're serving it on? Whole wheat or rye?"
"Bread stick," he smiled salaciously.
"Umm, looks too thick for that. Pumpernickel, perhaps," she nodded. "Come here and let me find out," she said huskily, sitting down in a heavy, leather upholstered chair.
Her eyes moved over him as he approached, from his big prick and heavy balls to the shifting of his firm leg muscles and then up over his plated belly to his hard chest and finally to his strong face with its warm eyes as he came to a stop before her.
"Bet you just jammed it in the bottle, didn't you?" she smiled up at him.
"I'll have you know I only jam my cock in the jam jars, of which all we had was blueberry and not wanting a blue-stained cock, I therefore chose apple butter since-"
"E-nough," she laughed. "I take it that you're not going to answer?" she asked, easing her fingertips up his thighs.
"You jam with jam," he said, his eyes lidding as her fingers made slow circles on his abdomen. "With butter, you use a chum," he added, his voice growing thick.
"Is that why they call come cream?" she asked, her lips before the ripe head of his prick, her breath warmly fluttering over it.
"No, that's why musicians call improvising 'jam sessions'," he muttered.
"What?" she laughed, rubbing her fingers through his pubic hair, her thumb-tips circling the base of his shaft.
"You expect me t'make sense with you feeling me up?"
"Nope," she grinned and licked the lips of his cock-head. "Come here," she said lustily, her hand gripping his buttocks and sat back, pulling him against her, his prick sliding into her mouth.
He murmured with pleasure, his weight on his knees against the edge of the seat, his hands gripping the back of the easy chair as Eva ran her tongue over his tool to lick the apple butter from his throbbing shaft. His eyes closed to fully savor the suckling of her mouth around his bulk, her cheeks drawn in to merge with the roof of her mouth and with her tongue into a pulsating sleeve of ecstasy that sent surges of electric warmth swimming through his body. Her forehead pressed his abdomen, her hair brushing his belly and she pulled his prod deeper until she had it all, his head and the upper part of his shaft in her throat.
He moved his hands down to stroke her hair and her shoulders, her chin nuzzling his root through his scrotum, jiggling his nuts in rhythm to her sucking. She chafed the base of his whang with her teeth, her hands massaging his muscled rump and gripped his legs between hers.
The wash of her tongue, the tightening and loosening of her grip around his cock, the shifting of his balls and the ecstatic joy they produced began to fray his thoughts, his mind blurring as his flesh burned feverishly, his balls throbbing with his mounting spend. His fingers curled in her hair, his mouth open with the raptures consuming him.
He groaned, his body arching, his muscles locking and quivering. Her cheeks sucked in faster and faster, her breath gulped down around his throbbing weight, her tongue spiraling round his head and flashing up and down his dorsal vein. He cried out, shuddering. She gripped him harder as he swayed. His eyes opened wide. She moved her head faster and faster. He moaned deep in his throat, his mind going crimson as his come erupted, foaming through his prick, his body spasming with release. She continued to suckle, letting out a bit of his shaft so that the spew of his jism moved from her throat to her mouth, the thick cream coating her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
He sagged against her, his breath ragged, a smile of satiation on his lips. She continued to suck in slow, loving tastes as he went limp, washing the acrid stickiness of his semen from the now slack flesh of his still large shaft and let the warm brew down her throat.
"Whew!" he whispered after a moment, leaning back so that he could lower his face to hers, tasting himself in their long kiss, tongues caressing sensuously.
"The apple butter was very good," she nodded with just a trace of a smile.
"Don't like pumpernickel, hey?" he smiled, standing and drawing her into his arms.
"Too much mayo," she smiled.
"I'll see if I can manage mustard next time," he smiled back, his fingers opening her blouse.
"Ugh!" she grimaced. "Say, do you think you could manage a light-wine?" she offered as he slid her blouse from her shoulders.
"Talk to my nuts," he said, freeing the wide-set cones of her breasts from her bra, her long nipples pointing out to either side.
Her hands moved down his bare back as their mouths joined again, her tits pressing against his chest. Their breath deepening as their tongues wove serpentine patterns together, he opened her skirt, letting it drop to the floor as he slid his hands inside her panties, cupping the pliant cheeks of her fanny in his palms. She murmured into his mouth as his fingertips stroked the undercurve of her ass at the juncture of her thighs and her own fingers moved over his ass.
Lowering his head to her breasts, he slid the panties down her thighs as he kissed one of her erect nipples, his tongue spinning around the inch-long peg. She moved her hands over the sides of his stomach and raised one leg and then the other so that he could remove her panties without leaving her breasts.
The panties tossed aside, he moved his hands over her hips and then inward, stroking the shallows to either side of her cunt with the backs of his fingers. Gradually, his hands closed, caressing the swells of her ripe pubes, moving in toward the chestnut plume of her muff that just veiled the ripe slit of her womanhood. His mouth opened wide, drawing the point of one pyramidal breast inward, his tongue chafing the long spire of her nipple and she clutched his shoulders.
Her breath hissed out as he began to move the backs of his index fingers up and down her damp cunt lips in counterrhythm to one another, sending hot surges of pleasure throughout her cunny, his mouth drawing on her throbbing tit at the same time. Without a word being spoken, they both eased down until she was slouched back in the chair, her breasts heaving with her impassioned breathing, her head back with eyes closed and lips parted. Kneeling before the chair, he eased his fingers into the pink crevice of her nook and she raised her legs to hook them over the arms of the chair, opening her humid box wide for his weaving fingers. Her hands moved feverishly over his head and shoulders and down his arms, to where they brushed her thighs. His fingers sending electric patterns of delight through the gleaming pink walls of her snatch, his thumbs circled and bobbed the pulsing bolt of her clit.
He could hear her moans grow deeper, the press of her hands firmer upon his shoulders as he continued to center his attention on the gleaming pearl of her clit. Her mouth opened wide as the pulsings of pleasure became meteoric flashes that set her flesh aflame and exploded white lights behind her tightly closed eyelids.
Her legs tightened around the chair aims and her cunny spasmed around his fingers, a gasping cry escaping her mouth as she climaxed, her arms pressing his face tight against her tit.
Gulping air, she gradually lessened her grip upon his head and upon the chair arms and slumped back into the chair as he released her breast to touch soft kisses upon it, the movement of his hands easing within her slit. Finally, her eyelids rose slightly and he smiled at her.
"You taste better than wine," he whispered and touched his lips to hers.
Her legs dropped free of the chair and they stood together in a tight embrace. Stepping back after a moment, she guided him toward the couch and moved a heavy pillow to its center. Smiling back over her shoulder, she knelt on the couch and lay down atop the pillow, her ass raised invitingly.
"Enough appetizers," she whispered, giving his hand a squeeze. "Time for the main course."
Smiling again, he knelt between her legs and ran his hands over the taut cheeks of her uplifted fanny, drawing them apart to reveal the rosebud pucker of her anus. Leaning forward, he slid his hard cock into the base of her cunt, bathing it in her hot nectar.
Murmuring happily as his thick length slid up into her twat and then back out, she squeezed her tits in her hands, her cheek against the soft upholstery of the couch. She gave a little gasp as his prod came free and a deep moan as she felt the now lubricated head nuzzle into her ass.
He felt her sphincter muscles relax around the insertion of his rod and then clutch knowingly around him in quick caresses as he sank ever deeper between the rich domes until they pressed against him. Leaning forward, he kissed the nape of her neck and moved his hands under her to join with hers in caressing her tits as he began to nudge and roll his prick in the firm grip of her ass which twisted back against him.
She groaned, her fingers linking tightly with his around her tits and they rose up onto their knees. He felt his flesh begin to tingle with a heightening warmth, his shaft tremoring in the quicksand pull of her ass. She reached back with one hand, stroking his hip and he moved one hand down over her taut belly to curl his fingers up into her wet gash, caressing her clit with his palm as his fingertips worked against his cock through the membrane between cunt and ass.
Thrusting her ass back upon the spar of his prick, she gurgled with pleasure at the added stroke of his fingers which seemed to fuse her lower body into one broiling cauldron of delicious joy. One breast in his hand, the other in her hand, she turned her head to snake her tongue out with his. Her nostrils flared and her lips pulled back to bare her teeth in an animal growl of carnal pleasure, her clit pulsing faster and faster, her flesh seeming alive with rapturous fever.
He licked at her tongue, his balls throbbing as they slapped at the apex of her thighs, his shaft burning in the lashing movements of her fanny. He tensed, his head tilting back and his hands clutched as his jism began to break free. She gripped his hips, twisting hers, bucking her fanny on the skewer of his jerking whang, his fingers pulling her clit into a molten explosion that seemed to send lava through her blood vessels. Their cries merged as his come flooded her bowels and their bodies shook as one with the might of their joined orgasms.
Her mind spinning, she put her arms out to break her fall and they collapsed together on the couch, pushing the pillow onto the floor. Their cheeks together, his arms slid around to embrace her and she reached back to caress his face as their hearts began to beat a little slower.
"Listen," she whispered breathlessly, "forget about the wine. I'm drunk enough on wha y'got."
"Me too," he smiled and kissed the corner of her mouth. "Say, you're going out of town tomorrow, aren't you?" he asked.
"Yeah, damnit. But that's the only way the merger'll get done," she said, turning her head to touch her lips to his.
"Well, hope it goes as well as this merger," he grinned, rubbing his crotch against her fanny, his cock still within her.
"Half as good would be fine," ' she smiled back. "Y'know, I'm glad I'm not married to somebody else."
"Why's that?"
"Because I'd be cheating on 'em with you," she smiled and turned around into his arms, his prick coming free as they held one another tightly, their mouths joining in a long, loving lass.
CHAPTER THREE
In the early morning hours when Alex had to leave, Trish had stood naked in the front doorway as he walked to his car. Reluctantly, he had started the engine, his eyes fixed on her lush body. All the other porch lights in the block had been turned out long before. With a small moan, their hours of lusty pleasure flashing through his mind, he forced himself to drive away.
A mellow smile of satiation on her lips, Trish went upstairs and fell limply into her bed beneath the top sheet. Shortly after, she awoke from a light sleep as she heard Gillian return home. Rubbing her eyes, Trish pushed her pillow back against the headboard and turned on the bedside lamp.
"How'd it go?" Gillian asked.
"De-licious," Trish beamed.
"Good," Gillian nodded, hanging up her coat.
"But not good with you?" Trish asked reluctantly.
"A bummer," Gillian frowned, removing her pullover to bare the firm roundness of her tits, her pink nipples erect.
"Left you hanging, huh?" Trish said, noting her sister's pert nipples.
"That dude's an inept, selfish jerk connected to a beautiful cock. A total waste," she sighed, working her jeans down her legs. "Total," she repeated as she tossed the jeans into her closet. "Hell, Don could've done better," she nodded, stripping her minute panties off.
"Don?" Trish laughed. "Our little brother?"
"Anybody," Gillian said with a reluctant grin and sat down on the edge of Trish's bed.
"How about Don's pal Fred?" Trish asked, arching one eyebrow.
"Hmm," Gillian murmured and laughed. "You noticed that grownup cock too, huh?"
"How can you miss it? Be nice to teach him the ropes, hey?" she smiled suggestively.
"Yeah, it'd be a shame for him to turn out like my man of the night."
"Yeah," Trish nodded thoughtfully.
"Oh, he'd go screaming to mommy, Trish. He's as dumb as Don," Gillian said, rubbing her belly.
"Maybe. But just think of his pretty little body connected to the big old whang and him not having any set idea about what you'll like. Huh?" she added, her head back in the pillow. "Guys having experience like Rob and Alex is great, but it'd be an interesting change of pace," she smiled to herself, gently stroking the hardening nubs of her nipples.
"Yeah, the way I feel, if he was to walk in the door right, now, I'd let him take my cherry," Gillian said, stretched back on the bed, her hand moving lower until her fingers were sliding through the auburn fur of her cunny.
"If Carl Boerne from next door was to walk through the door, I'd tell him he was getting mine," Trish grinned.
"He'd find out you lied," Gillian murmured, her fingers stroking her hot cunt lips.
"By that time he wouldn't care," Trish laughed, rolling her nipples between her fingertips.
"Yeah, I get off on him too," Gillian agreed, her fingers lightly circling her highly aroused clit.
"Say, he works late some nights on his blueprints. We could stroll by his den window some night, a little naked and see what happens," Trish offered.
"Well, his wife goes away on business trips sometimes," Gillian said in a husky whisper, her eyes closed to the pulsings her fingers were drawing from her clit.
"Yeah," Trish nodded, liking the idea and raised her head. "We could ... " she trailed off, seeing her sister's fingers curling in her opened cunt, rapture on Gillian's features. "Here, let me help," she whispered and curled up beside Gillian's hip.
Trish eased Gillian's fingers from the wet pink of her slit and slid her own fingers in to take up the caress of her sister's clit. With her other hand, she lifted Gillian's wet fingers to her mouth and began to suck the rich juice from one finger at a time.
Gillian moaned happily at the subtle play of Trish's fingers around her clit and at the languid suckling of her fingers in Trish's knowing mouth. She reached out weakly and touched her hand to the beautiful globes of Trish's tits, a blissful smile on her lips as waves of joy lapped at her. Trish arched her tits forward against the turning and circling of Gillian's soft hand and touched her lips to the girl's hip.
Gillian began to shift in slow undulations as Trish's long blond hair flowed over her hip and down between her thigh and cunny as Trish's tender lips drifted upon the fevered flesh of her lower belly and abdomen. Gillian's hand opened wide upon her sister's breast, rubbing the center of her palm against the erect nub of the nipple. Her hips rolled, twisting the sheets and arching her dewy slit up against Trish's kneading fingers and her approaching mouth. She gave a little mewing sound as Trish's tongue eased through the auburn fur of her muff, skimming the hypersensitive flesh of her cunny all around her pulsing furrow and the weaving fingers that kept the bolt of her clit shimmering heat through her entire body.
Gillian swallowed hard, her palm pressing against Trish's ripe breast as her other hand clutched the sheet, her heels digging into the bedding as her fanny lifted up from the sheets, her slit searching for Trish's kisses, for her long tongue.
Trish opened and closed her lips upon the rim of her sister's womanhood, drawing a deep breath as Gillian's hand moved down her side to caress her thigh. Pulling her fingers from the gleaming sweat meat of Gillian's sex, she ladled her tongue into the pulsing cove to skim the rich ambrosia from the quivering pink walls and then curled it upward to lay back the furls of looser pinkness to dab the pearl of Gillian's clit.
Grabbing at Trish's thigh, Gillian pulled and Trish eased off her knees and onto her side, opening her thighs for Gillian's groping fingers so that they could slide into her wet cunny. Her breath quickening at her sister's equally knowing touch, Trish whipped her tongue over the tip of Gillian's pleasure pearl, her hands caressing the almost plump thighs below.
Gillian bit at her lower lip, her fingers curling in Trish's nook as Trish's mouth burrowed in her throbbing treasure pouch, her tongue provoking her clit into greater and greater vibrations of rapture. Gillian cried out, glad there was no one else in the house, her thought blurring as soon as it was formed. Her body writhed and bucked under Trish's supping mouth and dueling tongue. She gasped. Her body spasmed. Trish moaned into her cunt. Gillian cried out again with a second, stronger orgasm. Trish's hips beat a fevered staccato against Gillian's spinning, contracting touch. Gillian's body arched up, her toes curling with the ecstasy of her climax. The hand in her snatch went wild and Trish cried out into the contracting pink hive, washing her face in the rich mist.
With lessening shudders, the sisters became still, lying limply on the bed, their eyes heavily lidded with satiation.
"Sure nice t'have someone waitin' at home who knows your most sensitive spots," Gillian said softly, smiling at her sister.
"Well, we've been doing it a long time-long before dating," Trish smiled back, touching her lips to the inside of Gillian's still warm thigh.
"Um," Gillian nodded and they stretched out in one another's arms and were asleep in moments.
* * *
The next morning, Trish went to the library. Getting up just before noon, Gillian showered and pulled on a snug fitting T-shirt and a pair of cutoffs before going down to the kitchen. Pouring a glass of milk, she turned at the sound of the front doorbell and went to answer it.
"Is Don around?" Fred asked with a trace of nervousness when Gillian opened the door.
"Uh, no," Gillian said slowly, remembering her conversation the night before with Trish about Fred's fully mature cock. "No, but why don't you come in?" she offered, holding the door open as her eyes drifted down from his youthful features to the ample bulge in his jeans. "I was just going to have some milk and cake. Why don't you join me?" she smiled, closing the door behind the youth.
"O-okay," Fred nodded, confused by her friendliness. As they walked to the kitchen, he could not help but notice the way her tits gently bobbed under her shirt, her nipples erect against the clinging fabric. With a light blush, he pulled his eyes away, hoping she had not noticed. But Gillian had and felt her spirits rising in response. Her brother Don seemed so uninterested in sex that she had not been sure whether Fred was the same way or not.
"Here, sit down," she smiled, pulling a chair back from the kitchen table as she continued on to the refrigerator.
Watching the way her lush ass cheeks shifted under the tight cutoffs, Fred swallowed hard and sat down quickly, feeling his cock twitch warmly in his pants.
"First, the cake," Gillian said purringly and reached over his shoulder to set a plate before him, her arm rubbing over his collar bone as her hair brushed his cheek, her tit pressing softly against his back. "Doesn't that look good?" she asked softly, touching her hand to his arm as she maintained her contact.
Fred nodded weakly, feeling dizzy at the caressing touch of her breast, hair, arm and hand. He let out a slow breath as she went to get glasses from a cabinet, but caught it when he glanced over at her. Gillian rose up on one foot to reach and then knelt down after dropping a fork. Fred's hands tightly gripped the table edge as her fanny shifted around, rose back toward him. Then, as she reached around under the edge of the drain board, she turned to the side so that he could see the way the shirt fell away from her stomach, revealing it and the bases of her tits to his wide eyes.
"Hell, I'll just get a new one," she said and stood to take another fork from the drawer. Turning, she held it out to him and his fingers trembled slightly as he accepted it, her fingers gently brushing his. "And the milk," she smiled, her voice husky, her eyes on his. "Oh!" she cried as the milk spilled over the edge of the glass and into his lap. "Gee, but I've got the clumsies today," she offered and turned for a dish towel.
Flustered, Fred pushed his chair back and then blushed as he realized he was exposing his erection to her view. Before he could move the chair back under the table, Gillian was going to one knee beside him. He blinked down at her, his breathing strained.
"We'll clean that off so your mom won't be mad," she said warmly, looking up at him and he nodded dumbly. "Just wipe it right off," she smiled and began to dab the towel against the small droplets of milk still clinging to the cloth.
His features shifted nervously as he watched with unbelieving eyes her hand moving slowly from his thigh to his bulging crotch, only the tightness of the pants and his briefs beneath keeping his fully erect cock from becoming totally obvious, binding it down against his swollen balls.
"Didn't spill too much anyway," she said softly, her fingers moving over the hard mound his cock made. She moistened her lips with the point of her tongue, her own breath becoming strained as she eased her fingertips back and forth over his man-sized tool, only the towel and his pants between, the heat of his organ burning through against her touch. "Seems t'be setting in," she said hoarsely and lifted her other hand to his crotch in order to lift the darker blue spots to her rubbing. She curled her fingertips under the thick root, pushing it up against the toweled fingers, stroking its firmness between.
Fred's head dropped back, his mouth open to the maddening sensations of carnal delight her hands were evoking, only half aware of her breasts pressed hard against the side of his thigh. He could not concentrate, the questions about what was happening spinning away in the wash of ecstasy encasing his mind.
"Oh, I'm afraid the stains've set in. Need to be washed out," he heard Gillian's voice say, unable to distinguish the tone and slowly becoming aware that she was no longer caressing his cock. "Come on and we'll take care of it-keep 'em from staining," he heard her say, her voice seeming far away in the confusion of his brain, his arousal blurring his senses and he felt her take his hands in hers. "Upstairs," she said and he forced his eyes open.
He nodded, feeling dizzy, as if in a dream. Was he imagining things, or was she truly intending to arouse him? It seemed impossible, a product of wishful thinking and he tried to regain his composure, his fear of her becoming angry and telling his parents bringing his mind back to reality. He blinked, focusing his eyes and he saw her nipples fully erect beneath her T-shirt, gouging the fabric out till he thought he could see the separation of the fibers, the pinkness visible through the minute holes.
"This way," she said softly, smiling gently and guided him toward the front room and the stairs. "I'll take care of it," she said in what seemed to be a whisper and started up the stairs, holding his hand behind her to draw him along.
Each lifting of his legs seemed to take great effort, his eyes on the softness of the backs of her thighs, the shiftings of her ass cheeks beneath the worn cloth of her cutoffs. He could feel his heart beating fast and he felt highly aware of the stairway and then the hall, of the sounds of their movements, of the scent of her subtle perfume, of the dry taste in his mouth and of the softness of her hand.
"In here," she said, her voice barely audible as she turned toward him before her door and she moved his hand through the doorway, releasing it as he moved into her bedroom.
He glanced back as she came into the room, seeing that the door was still open. Outside, a breeze whispered through the boughs of a tree and shifted the curtains. His eyes shifted cautiously from Gillian's neatly made bed to Trish's unmade one. A pair of transparent, mint green bikini panties lay on the floor by the closet.
"Just take 'em off and I'll wash out the stains," Gillian said softly and he turned his head toward her, the words slowly sinking in.
"W-what?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.
"Your jeans," she smiled warmly and he could not be sure if she was being helpful or sexual. "It'll be easier-washing out the stains if you ... take 'em off," she said, finding it difficult to keep her voice even.
"I, uh ... okay," he stammered, not knowing what else to say and his fingers touched his belt buckle. "In-where?" he asked suddenly, raising his eyes back to hers.
"In here, silly," she smiled. "I've seen you in swimming trunks often enough that seeing you in underwear shouldn't embarrass you. I can look the other way if you want," she shrugged and began to look toward the bathroom.
"N-no, you're-right, I guess," he muttered, unable to argue, disappointment flooding him at the implication of her words that this was just the older sister of a friend being concerned about him getting in trouble.
Opening his belt, he unsnapped his jeans and felt relieved that his erection did not seem so great. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his shoulders slumping as he unlaced his tennis shoes.
Gillian watched him remove the shoes and then raise up to push his pants down, trying to let his shirt cover his briefs and the still prominent mound within. She felt feverish, blood pounding in her ears as she watched the pants move down the tanned smoothness of his lithely muscled legs.
"Let me," she said and crouched to slide his pants from his ankles and off his tennissocked feet. "Just take a sec," she said quickly, standing and moved with uncertain steps toward the bathroom.
Fred dried his palms on the bedspread, watching her stop at the sink and turn the water on. He took a deep breath and looked toward the hall, trying to get a grip on himself.
"Oh, I got some on my shirt too," Gillian said, looking up through her eyelashes to see Fred's head jerk back toward her, reflected in the bathroom mirror. She watched his eyes follow her hands to her sides, her fingers curling under the hem of the T-shirt and she began to ease it upward.
He watched entranced as the cloth moved higher, exposing the small of her back with its glint of down, the softness above, her shoulder blades, the juncture of her arms and torso and then her shoulders as her hair was pushed up. Pulling the shirt free of her head, she put it under the tap. He knew that her breasts were naked though he could not see them. The spill of the water seemed very loud and he felt his cock stretching the cloth of his briefs as it grew hard. Her hair shifted over her shoulders, the soft muscles of her back undulating as she washed the shirt.
"Now, all we have to do ... is wait for it to dry," she remarked and moved out of his fine of vision as she draped his jeans over the shower rod.
She was silent, seeming to be out of sight for minutes and he moistened his lip before taking a deep breath, trying to control its quickness. He became aware that her naked breasts, her woman's breasts, would be his to see. Then he felt a pang of apprehension as he realized that she might be putting something on, covering herself. Then she reappeared and a smile of relief touched his face as he saw that she was still naked above the waist, even though her hair fell down over her breasts.
"Shouldn't be long," she smiled, coming back toward him, her hair shifting over her tits, allowing him a veiled view of the soft flesh and the pinkness of her nipples. "Oh! Some soaked through," she said and he blinked in confusion, his eyes following hers down to his underwear that was tented over the thrusting pole of his cock. "We'll just wipe it off," she whispered, going to one knee before him and he watched her hand extend to touch her fingers to the pre-come stain over the head of his throbbing cock.
He gave a soft moan as her touch chafed the fabric of his briefs against the quivering lips of his cock. His hands knotted in the covers as her hair caressed his knees.
"Maybe we'd better-wash this out too," she faltered and he watched through blurred eyes as her hands moved to the waistband of his underwear, curling between it and his tremoring flesh.
His mind clouding again, he raised his hips without thought, feeling her tugging the briefs out from under his rump. Then her fingers were lifting the cloth up over the stallion rise of his cock, exposing it fully. She nibbled her lower hp, her fingers gripping the cloth as she looked at the plump bell of his head, noting the velvet texture of the lavender cap and the thick length of his shaft, the veins showing pale blue through the drawn taut sheath of flesh. Downy hair furled around the base of his proud charger, his balls big within the tight sac of his scrotum. Forcing herself', she moved his underwear down his legs and off.
"You-you've got another drop," she murmured. "I can just-lick if-away."
From beneath heavy lids, he watched her hands lift her hair from her breasts, dropping it back off her shoulders. Her tits were firm and yet soft, round with a faint gauze of down, her nipples hard. Her hands touched his knees and his breath caught in his throat Her head came closer to his swollen tool and he felt her breath on it, saw her lips part and then touch the tip of his cock. He sucked in air, phosphorescent heat blasting through his already burning flesh.
"Tastes good, better n milk," she whispered, shifting her lips over the softness of his head. "Want to drink more," she added and her mouth opened over the thick knob, drawing it into her mouth.
Her hands moved up his thighs, her forearms following and her breasts touched the insides of his knees. He swayed drunkenly as her tongue flowed over the head, her lips suckling it. Her lips moved down around his engorged trunk, her tongue stroking the dorsal vein and he fell back onto the bed with a moan. Her hands moved higher, her breasts pulling up his legs. He writhed upon the bed, his mind spinning in a maelstrom of unimagined ecstasies, his body twisting with pleasure beyond his awareness.
She drew her cheeks in around his warm thickness, her tongue pushing his prick up against the roof of her mouth. Her hands spread and contracted upon his stomach and eased down around her face, finding his balls. She fondled them through his sac as she began to lift her face, sucking tightly around him as she pulled her mouth up the length of his prod, her tongue rubbing at its underside.
He moaned with the intensity of his rapture, his hands shifting helplessly. His forehead -lined and his mouth widened as he felt his body begin to buck, his mind and flesh fusing in a paroxysm of carnal release. He rose from the waist, caught up in the waves of joy rushing through him. She moved her mouth faster in response, quicker and quicker, her hair flailing his hips, his head jabbing down into her throat. He cried out, his body twisting and jerking as his spend blasted through his cock, spewing into her gulping mouth, raging through his shaft. His cock spasmed in her devouring sucking and in response to his orgasm, she felt herself suddenly filled with an explosion of bliss.
He fell back onto the bed, gasping for air, stunned. Her head clearing, she sucked his cock till it became soft and then lifted her face to smile happily at the expression of ecstatic satiation on his features. She licked her lips, tasting the thick brew of his come.
"Tastes very good," she smiled and pulled herself up onto the edge of the bed. "Fred?" she asked after a few minutes of stroking his temples and forehead. "You know that you can't tell anyone else about this, don't you? I'd have to tell them you were lying. Not Don or anyone?"
"Okay," he muttered with a nod, his eyelids lifting a bit and he touched his trembling fingers to her breast, marveling at the pliant softness, at the hardness of her nipples.
"Beautiful," a voice commented and they both looked toward the door to see Trish standing there, smiling.
"I-we," he stammered, "were just, uh, playing an' ... "
"Can I play too?" Trish asked, her eyes meeting his warmly.
"Y-yeah," he blurted, grinning. "You-you don't mind, do you?" he suddenly asked Gillian, not certain.
"No," she laughed. "No, I don't mind," she said, unzipping her cutoffs.
He watched with a smile of delighted wonderment as the sisters stripped naked, his eyes moving from the luxuriant globes of Trish's tits to the auburn fur of Gillian's cunt, from the copper ringlets of Trish's muff to the lush domes of Gillian's ass and to the uptilted cheeks of Trish's fanny.
"Just lay back, big man," Trish said huskily and stretched out atop him, her mouth joining his as her body crushed against him, his young cock already erect again.
Fred moaned into her mouth as her tongue dipped and spiraled in his, a buzzing filling his ears. He felt her wet slit stroking the base of his cock which was pressed against his belly. He touched his hands to her breasts, squeezing their ripeness and then started as Gillian's tongue lapped at his balls and Trish's cunny.
Smiling lasciviously, Trish drew her legs up along his sides and lifted her hips. He looked down, seeing her spread slit above his jutting cock and seeing Gillian's face below their loins as she kissed and licked his prick and her sister's twat. Trish's body began to lower and he watched with amazement as his cock began to disappear within her, Gillian's face disappearing from view.
He felt humid warmth encase his cock, gripping at it as he slid fully into Trish. Trish began to roll her hips and he sighed at the sweet joy dissolving throughout him. Gillian's tongue continued to bathe his balls and the base of his prick where it disappeared up into Trish's snatch. He stroked her thighs, arching his hips up against hers, delighting in the sensations of his cock being held and caressed within her hot depths. He reached up to caress her tits and drew her down atop him, sliding his tongue into her mouth this time.
They rolled onto their sides and he twisted and stroked his prod in her until her moans matched his own. He reached down and caught Gillian's hand to draw her up alongside them, her mouth continuing to sup at them, her fingers diddling at their anuses. He and Trish turned from the waist, their mouths joining in her slit, their tongues flowing in her hot furrow, their hands stroking her ass and thighs. Gillian's moans joined theirs; and their bodies pressed closer, rolling and twisting upon the bedding.
Her cunt alive with their tongues and fingers, her ass quivering with the fingering of one of them, Gillian cried out, gripping cunt and cock in her mouth. This and his rhythmic pumping filled Trish with a throbbing surge of delight and her cunt clutched and spasmed round his prick, pulling a fresh load from him. He cried out, clutching both girls as his cock seemed to explode with molten heat.
They lay panting in one another's arms till Trish felt the spar of his sex begin to harden again within the still tingling warmth of her cunny. They shifted and Gillian guided his hard column between Trish's spread ass cheeks and up into her fanny as Trish licked her wet gash. And they came again and again until they fell asleep in the late afternoon, their strong young bodies entwined.
* * *
Standing at their bedroom window that evening, Fred having returned home a few hours earlier, the two sisters watched Carl Boerne carry Eva's suitcase to her car and both smiled lasciviously. Their arms slid around each other's waist, no words having to be spoken about their previous discussion concerning visiting Carl when Eva next went out of town.
* * *
After Eva had driven off, Carl went into his study, laying out engineering blueprints he had to work on. The stereo played a light instrumental album and he sipped a drink. He glanced toward the French doors, thinking he saw something outside in his backyard, but shrugged, seeing nothing. A moment later, he looked up again and blinked with surprise as he saw Trish walk across the lawn to come to a halt straight ahead of him, her eyes staring blankly, her face expressionless. She was wearing a loose shirt that fell to the tops of her thighs and he could not tell if she wore anything under it or not.
Curious, he sat back and watched Gillian walk into view, wearing only a pair of hiphugging slacks. Gillian lowered herself to one knee at her sister's side and slid her hands up under the shirt without lifting it. Slowly, she slid a pair of tiny panties down Trish's legs. Reaching up from behind Trish, her hand moved under the shirt and a strapless bra dropped to the grass. Carl took a sip of his drink, knowing the girl was now naked under the shirt though he could only see her shapely legs.
Gillian's hand moved around to the front of Trish's body, still beneath the loose shirt. Carl watched the girl's hand beneath the cloth atop her sister's breasts and saw Trish's features shift with pleasure as the caressing hand descended to her concealed cunny. His cock had gone rock hard, straining at his slacks.
Gillian brought her hand into the open, moonlight gleaming on her damp fingers and stood. Trish moved forward till she stood almost against the glass of the doors and Gillian reached around from behind her to unbutton the shirt. The shirt fell away into Gil-Kan's hands and Trish pressed her now naked body against the glass, her tits flattening against the surface, her damp cunny moistening it.
Suddenly, the two girls broke into laughter, romping about on the lawn and a baffled Carl watched for a moment before he too began to laugh. Standing, he crossed to the doors and opened them. They turned toward him at the sound of his applause, giggling.
"What do you do for an encore?" he laughed.
"Well, that took care of all our seriousness," Trish grinned, "which just leaves foolin' around."
"Fool around with your cock, mister?" Gillian asked with a waggle of her eyebrows and a leer.
"Or up an' down," he leered back, waving them inside.
"Up yours!" Gillian called back to Trish, rubbing his obviously erect prick as she passed.
"Down yours!" Trish replied, jerking down his zipper as she passed him.
"She's a throat specialist?" he asked Trish as he closed the door.
"Yep," Trish nodded, curling her fingers into his open pants to free his engorged prod. "She's looking for a spectacular, unique, exhibitionistic first ball. Gillian, wouldn't you really like to have his big whang up your cunny, whipping up a foam, hosing in you?"
"When I'm into that, I'll come back for a fuck," she promised Carl and took a sip of his drink.
"I'll look forward to it," he smiled, caressing the soft globes of Trish's breasts, blood humming in his ears as her fingers flowed over his burning shaft. "And if it's going to be exhibitionistic, I hope you'll invite me," he added as Trish began removing his clothing.
"Yeah, it'd be great to send out engraved invitations, wouldn't it?" Gillian beamed happily. " 'You are hereby requested to attend the deflowering of the virgin Gillian'," she said in a serious tone and then broke into laughter.
"Say," Trish said, her fingers fondling Carl's swollen nuts. "Deflowering means losing your cherry, right? Well, what about your ass, Gillian? That's virgin too, isn't it?"
"Uh, yeah," Gillian nodded thoughtfully.
"Well, how 'bout a grand opening tonight, huh? This set up's been pretty unique and I'll be here to watch," Trish urged, crossing to Gillian, her grip of Carl's cock urging him to follow.
"Well ... " Gillian debated with herself, considering the idea.
"Oh, come on, chicken," Trish prodded, her hand pulling open the snap of Gillian's pants and tugging at the zipper. "I'll eat your box at the same time," she added.
"Now, listen," Carl said to Trish. "Unless this is a put-on, let Gillian make up her own mind, huh? I'm not into doing anything that's not mutually desired," he told both of them. "So, you think on it, Gillian and I'll show Trish something."
Gillian watched them move to a file cabinet, touched by his concern. Carl opened a drawer and handed a file folder to Trish.
"I developed these in my dark room," he smiled. "You can have copies when you split for home," he promised, watching her expression as she opened the folder to see the photos he had taken of her and Alex the night before.
"Wow! Far fuckin' out," she grinned with amazement. "Come look, Gillian," she called and Gillian moved to her side, her mouth opening in surprise as she saw the images of Trish rouging her cunt lips, Trish wearing only the bib top, Trish caressing her breast as she sat on the couch with Alex whose cock she rubbed with her foot, Trish moaning as Alex slid his fingers into her cunt and ass, Trish sucking his cock till he came in her throat, Trish straddling his hips as her cunny gripped at his cock, Trish beneath him as he continued to ball her orgasming slit, Alex tonguing their mixed juices from her twat, Trish sucking it from his mouth and Alex's shaft burrowing into Trish's ass.
"Fuck a duck," Gillian muttered in amazement and arousal. "Yeah, in the fanny, like you're getting it here, Trish."
"I only wish they'd been movies," Trish muttered, looking through the photos again, reliving her evening with Alex from an outsider's perspective.
"I've got a camera, but the fighting wouldn't have worked," Carl smiled, his arms sliding around Gillian, his hands pushing into her pants to cup her lush fanny.
"How about tonight?" Trish asked eagerly.
"No film, but my regular camera's all ready to go," he said, nodding toward it as he lowered his lips to Gillian's.
"Y'mean I can have photos of you and me?" Gillian murmured.
"Sure thing," he nodded, touching tongue-tips with her. "I can even set it up on the tripod and use the timer to shoot all three of us together," he smiled, pushing her pants from her hips, her hands clutching his throbbing cock to her belly.
"Yeah," Gillian nodded eagerly and stepped out of the pants, her mouth joining hungrily with his in a probing, tongue-tied kiss.
While he set the camera up, Trish and Gillian stood fondling one another, filled with girlish anticipation.
"All ready to go," Carl nodded toward the queen-sized bed that doubled for a couch and for naps and adjusted the fighting.
Trish embraced him, their mouths joining and she guided his prick into her cunny, churning her wet channel about his hard shaft. Gripping it tightly, she stepped back, letting it pull free and gave a little gasp of pleasure at the sensation. Meanwhile, Gillian had stretched out on her stomach atop the bed. Trish sat by the bed, kissing her sister as Carl eased down between Gillian's spread legs, his prick gleaming with Trish's secretions. The girls' tongues dipped and curled together, their hands cupping one another's swollen tits as Carl caressed Gillian's ass. Drawing the lush cheeks apart, he nuzzled against the rosy bud of the girl's anus. The camera clicked away.
The knob of Carl's prick worked down into the pink ring. Gillian grabbed the domes of her sister's tits. The cockhead within her ass, Carl began to ease the shaft down between the soft cushions. Gillian sucked at Trish's tongue, a groan stirring in her throat. Carl's thick shaft toned and pushed, pulled and pushed. Gillian's fanny thrust back against his long rod, feeling his pubic hair against her as he sank fully into her now flexing ass.
His hands slid up her belly to her tits and he rolled onto his back, carrying her with him as he churned his tool in the undulating grip of her rectum. Trish turned around and they rolled back onto their sides. Trish spun her tongue into Gillian's cunny, caressing their thighs with her hands as she felt Gillian's lips suck at her clit. Trish fondled Carl's quivering nuts and she felt his tongue slide into the base of her slit. Dipping a finger into the hot pudding of Gillian's pulsing snatch, Trish then diddled it against Carl's anus, working it up into him as she licked and sucked his balls and Gillian's cunt. And the camera continued to make a periodic whirring sound as it photographed them.
Carl screwed a finger into Trish's ass, licking at it through the membrane separating ass and cunt, Gillian suckling Trish's clit just above his head which was turned over her shoulder. Gillian moaned against Trish's tremoring pearl, Carl's cock filling her fanny with a throbbing rhythm of pleasure, his hand caressing her tit, Trish's tongue lapping at her cunny. She clutched at them, shaking with arousal, crying out with mounting orgasms that spun her into dizziness. Trish's mouth writhed around Gillian's clit, low groans escaping her lips as Trish bobbed her clit faster and faster in her pursed lips, as her hands kneaded her tits, as Carl's finger churned in her ass, his tongue moving in harmony within her slit. She cried out, bucking with the searing maelstrom of ecstasies consuming her body.
Carl felt their bodies twist and spasm, their cries mingling as their orgasms came faster and stronger. Trish's finger bobbed in his ass, filling his bowels with a booming sensation, his prostate quivering at her touch. Gillian's fanny clutched and stroked his throbbing cock. His eyes squinted tightly shut and his lips twisted against the slick walls of Trish's snatch. The throbbing of his cock joined with the pounding of his prostate, sending shudders of desire through him. He clutched Gillian's tit, pumping his cock in Gillian's ass, his finger in Trish's. The sisters cried out again as their orgasms built to a massive climax. Their bodies leapt and bucked and Carl cried out, his broiling sperm jerked loose. His prick spurted up Gillian's ass and their three bodies clung together with a quaking gasp of release.
They went limp and finally rolled back from one another.
"Fan-tastic," Gillian murmured, turning to kiss Carl.
"Carl?" Trish asked when her breath had returned. "Could you maybe figure a way to take movies the next time I have the house to myself and a guy? Then we could watch 'em later while we're balling," she promised gaily.
"Yeah, we can probably manage that," he nodded after a few moments thought. "And the movie making too," he added with a grin.
"How long before we can see the pictures we just took?" Gillian asked.
"Well, when we finish or take a break, I can put the film in to develop," he smiled, tousling her hair. "Which reminds me, I'll put in another load."
"This one goes in me," Trish grinned.
"But I'm supposed to show him I'm a throat specialist," Gillian reminded her as he removed the exposed roll.
"Okay, you suck his cock while I suck his nuts. Then he fucks me and we'll both eat you. It feels great having two mouths going in you," she assured her sister.
"Can I eat his spunk out of your pussy afterwards?" Gillian asked with a serious look.
"Certainly," Trish nodded and they both broke into laughter.
Putting a fresh roll of film in the camera, Carl shook his head with amazement, his laughter joining theirs.
"You two are nuts," he laughed, going to the bathroom to wash off his cock.
"Nuts? I don't have any nuts. Do you?" he heard Trish ask.
"Not me," Gillian answered. "He's got the nuts."
"An' we got the crackers," Trish laughed.
"Cheese," Gillian said to the camera lens, flashing a big smile and spreading her legs wide, Carl's laughter carrying in from the bathroom as the girls collapsed in one another's arms upon the bed.
"Hey, you got any pictures of you in that drawer?" Trish called out, wiping tears from her eyes.
"Of course," he called back, toweling his prick.
"Let's see," Trish said and she and Gillian scampered over to the file cabinet. "Say hey!" she said as they opened a file to see photos of Carl and Eva balling. "You are a lucky dude, aren't you?" she smiled back over her shoulder at Carl as he came back into the room.
"Sure am," he nodded with a big grin.
"Let's get him," Gillian said in a mock whisper and they put the file down.
Carl fell back on the bed, spread-eagled with his cock beginning to lift up again.
"Take me," he sighed with mock drama and then moaned as Gillian's mouth gently sucked his balls in and Trish's mouth drew his prick in. "A very lucky dude," he murmured as his body began to burn with a carnal fever, his cock throbbing in one sister's mouth while his balls quaked in the other sister's mouth.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day, back from the family trip, Jill, Trish and Gillian's mother, sat on the edge of her bed, enjoying the warm Sunday afternoon. Below her window, the girls, Don and Fred swam about in the backyard pool. Long ago she had admitted to herself that she felt some incestuous desire for her son, but it was not something she considered with any seriousness, especially since he seemed to be totally oblivious to sex. On the other hand, his friend Fred did merit consideration, if only because of his man's cock.
Swimming about with Don and the girls, he seemed more confident than previously, no longer intimidated by the girls' ages or their womanly beauty. Rather, he seemed playful with them and they with him. Before she could consider this any further, Fred began to float on his back and Jill's eyes focused on his semierect prick pressing at the cloth of his swimming briefs. She moistened the upward tilt of her upper lip, wondering if the boy had become aroused by his play with her daughters. Her tongue touched her full lower lip and her fingers worked the top button of her flowered house dress. Sunlight spangled the surface of the water, shimmering about the youth, a small pool of water gleaming at the center of his chest while the sun dried the slightly muscled flesh to the sides, his brown nipples tight and hard. Her fingers loosened another button, the inside of her wrist brushing over her naked tits beneath the thin cloth. The tops of his thighs dried and the fine down gleamed atop the tanned firmness.
Her heavily lidded eyes closed partially, sunlight shining in the blue. Her fingers moved under the matching cloth belt and the third button came free, the cloth opening from the centers of her big breasts. Her tongue touched the edges of her front teeth which extended slightly below her upper lip and her hand moved under her open dress, pushing the cloth back onto her shoulder as she exposed one ripe tit. The sunlight caught the otherwise invisible, fine white down that softly covered the lush domes, that came out to points which were capped by pale pinkish-tan areoles, her nipples like small cups until they pursed forward with arousal into tiny, puckered lips.
Jill's fingers eased over the surface of her breast, tingling the downy surface, her legs raising to rest the heels of her bare feet on the bed frame. Below, Fred turned his head to watch Gillian pull herself from the pool, her bikini bottom riding low with water weight so that the top of her ass cleft was exposed. Fred's cock grew harder under his swimming suit and Jill's wide hips shifted atop the bed, another button coming loose and revealing her deep navel and smooth belly.
Gillian rubbed her hair with a towel, her breasts quivering in her low cut bikini top and Fred's cock went fully erect, the lavender bulb of the head squeezing out from under his swimsuit. Jill squeezed her breasts, firmly, pushing the dress back to either side of her nipples and her hand moved down over her firm stomach to open another button and reveal the undercurve of her belly. With her other hand, she reached out to open the drawer of her night table. Another button loosened and the sunlight glowed in the white gold fur that gauzed her abdomen, a pale down as it approached her navel, a mass of furry curls as it spread wide over her cunt in the under arch of her torso. Her hand lifted from the drawer, her fingers curled around a battery operated dildo. The last two buttons opened.
Don in the garage working on his bike, Trish somewhere in the house and Fred watching her leisurely from the pool, Gillian stretched out on a beach towel and untied her top so that it fell against the towel, exposing the sides of her breasts. Her hands reached down and pushed the bottoms to the cleft of her fanny and pulled the cloth up over the base of her ass cheeks. The head of Fred's prick pushed fully loose of his swimsuit, followed by the top of his shaft. Above them, Jill's raised knees spread wide and the vibrator began to hum, the phallic attachment vibrating.
The belt still tied, Jill's dress was spread open down the front as she rolled the tip of the vibrator around the rim of her cunny, her eyes fastened upon Fred's half-exposed cock, unaware of the smile he was sharing with Gillian. Her breath rustled between her open lips, her breasts rising and falling with her strained breathing. The tip of the dildo touched her clit and she gave a short gasp, her eyelids flickering. Her other hand kneaded one swollen tit, the tip of her forefinger pressing into the delicate crater of her nipple.
The door opened behind her. Her husband stood there watching her for a moment, but she did not shift her eyes from Fred's prick. Larry closed the door and crossed to the window. He smiled, enjoying the expression of lusty pleasure of his wife's face, his cock hard at the sight of her fondling her breast, of her easing the vibrator deeper into the plump mound of her twat. He glanced down at the pool, seeing Fred's hard prick jutting out from his briefs, seeing Gillian's tit pressed out from her side, most of her fanny exposed. Still smiling, he looked back to Jill's ecstasy-painted face.
"Like that big whang on the boy, hey?"
"Love it. Such a big dong even for a mannear big as yours. Isn't it beautiful?" she smiled drunkenly at him.
"Looks pretty good," he nodded. "But Gillian looks even better," he said, removing his clothes.
"Yes, she looks lovely, the tease," she agreed in a husky whisper, circling the length of the vibrator within her wet cunt. 'If you were double-jointed and could, Larry, would you eat yourself, suck yourself off?" she asked.
"I'd've probably tried it anyway," he laughed, moving around behind her on the bed, the long column of his cock standing up hard. "Wouldn't you eat yourself?" he asked, gripping her wide hips to help her raise her ass from the bed as he slid his legs under her to sit beneath her.
"Oh, of course," she smiled, continuing to slowly turn the vibrator, her eyes just open. "Wouldn't it be great? We could fuck and suck at the same time," she murmured, feeling the knob of his cock press against the pinkish-tan ring of her anus as he lowered her down to sit atop it.
He pushed the dress away from the pliant cushions of her big ass. The same invisible down that gauzed her breasts hazed her ass cheeks, growing heavier toward her asshole like snowy fur. His cock disappeared within her and he felt her roll and tug at him, feeling the vibrator in her cunt against his shaft.
Jill moaned as he rolled and tilted his hips beneath hers, shifting and rolling his big tool which filled her rectum. She rubbed the vibrator against the membrane between it and his prick and touched it against her clit. She clutched his hand to her clit, a brief orgasm quivering her. His other hand caressed her stomach and he kissed her shoulders, tugging the dress from them with his teeth. The flex of her ass and the rhythm of the vibrator sent pulsings of pleasure through him, his prick beginning to throb with a blazing heat.
Jill's eyes lost their focus, her head dropping back on Larry's shoulder. She rotated her hips on the spar of his sex, tightening her cunt around the vibrator.
"Oh, but I love you, Larry," she gasped, rapture singing in her brain, her body quivering and twisting with the intense joy.
"Love-you-too," he groaned, his mind spinning, his back arching under the assault of his arousal.
His prick wrenched and tugged in her flexing ass, the vibrator humming in the grip of her cunny to quake her clit and tremor the underside of his rod. They gasped, easing back onto the bed with her on top. He clutched her tits, grinding his hips against her luxuriant ass. She gripped the vibrator. They cried out. He felt his come shatter the floodgates to roar through his cock, blasting his senses and mind in a joyous orgasm. She bucked upon him, the vibrator falling from her grip, her cunny and ass blurring into a nucleus of sheer pleasure that blossomed in an overpowering climax that brought laughter of joy from her lips.
They went limp, their bodies twitching as they gulped air, clutching one another happily. After a minute, she loosened her anal muscles to let his softening prod slip free and turned into his arms, their mouths joining in a deep, loving kiss.
Downstairs, Gillian looked around and saw that only Trish, who stood smiling in the kitchen doorway, could see her or Fred. Looking back to the boy, she pushed up onto her elbows, her tits lifting from the towel.
"You're going to get sunburned," she told Fred, grinning.
"Want t'put some lotion on for me?" he grinned back.
"Okay," she nodded, "come here," and she picked up a squeeze bottle of suntan lotion as Fred swam to the side of the pool. "On your back again," she directed, squeezing the lotion into her palm and Fred did so, his body once again gleaming wetly.
Trish watched her sister's hand extend to Fred's thigh, slowly working the pale fluid into his lithely muscled leg as their eyes held. Gillian's fingers moved higher and Fred's exposed cock twitched expectantly. Gillian caught the head between thumb and forefinger, oiling the bulb before moving to the thick shaft, Fred's eyes closing to her knowing caress.
Catching movement from the corner of her eye, Trish glanced toward the Boerne's backyard and saw the top of Eva's head over the high fence. She looked back to see Fred begin to flounder in the water, his muscles tightening with his arousal. Gillian poured more of the lotion onto his thigh, the fingers of her other hand kneading and stroking the tight flesh of his prick. Fred's face twisted with the pleasure that pounded within him, his prick pulsing. Then he came and his juices gushed onto his thigh, mixing with the pale lotion and he had to grab the edge of the pool to keep from going under.
Gillian scooped up the mixture of lotion and come in her hand as his passion began to subside, his eyes glassy. She lifted the creamy load to her breasts, and slowly rubbed it into them as she smiled lazily at Fred. Kissing the fingertips of her other hand, she touched them to his softening tool and stretched back out on her towel, her breasts gleaming in the bright sun as Fred turned to dive down under the water for a refreshing swim.
Curious, Trish looked back toward the Boerne's and went into the kitchen to push herself up on the drain board so that she could look over the fence. Eva was stretching out on a lawn chair, one hand behind her to loosen her orange bikini top, her fanny stretching the knit bottoms. Smiling to herself, Trish dropped down to the floor and went back outside. She stopped at a tree that grew beside the fence and reached up to grab a low branch. From the pool, Fred watched her slowly pull herself up to chin level and then press herself till her weight was supported on her stiffened arms. From the corner of her eye, Trish saw Eva glance toward her with curiosity. Without looking toward the woman, Trish slowly lowered herself back to the ground and then began the exercise again, her bikini top pulling up over the lower rim of her ripe breasts, her beautifully toned body flexing sensuously.
Holding her breath as she pushed herself up on her arms, Trish exhaled at her apex and swung around to sit on the branch, catching a glimpse of Eva watching her. She turned at the sound of Eva applauding and bowed her head with a grin, her face flushed.
"Thanks," Trish said breathlessly. "Want t'come over and share the pool?" she offered.
"Thanks, but no," Eva said, holding her top to her breasts as she turned onto her side to look toward the girl. "I don't really want to have to mess with wet hair."
"You're going to get a burn if you're not careful," Trish observed and Gillian glanced up from below her, smiling at her sister's line.
"Out of lotion," Eva smiled with a little shrug, the lush cones of her tits quivering beneath the slight cover of her loose top, her belly stretched tight by her posture.
"Here, I'll loan you some," Trish smiled. "Gillian has a special mix," and she leaned down from the tree before Eva could say anything.
"Mine?" Gillian asked in a hushed voice, sitting up.
"Come on, child," Trish whispered. "You can get all y'want from Fred," and she skimmed the edge of her hand over her sister's sweet tits as she rose up onto her knees, scooping the excess mix of come and lotion from the round softness and the pink nipples. "Thanks," she smiled and kissed her lips at Gillian as she pulled herself back into the tree.
Fred and Gillian watched Trish drop down into the Boerne's back yard and Fred pulled himself from the pool. Gillian moved closer to the fence and pressed her eye to a slender crack between the boards, motioning Fred to her side. Glancing around, she saw no one and heard Don banging away in the garage. Smiling at Fred, she unfastened her bottoms and let the front triangle drop away from the damp fin: of her cunny.
"Your turn," she smiled, opening her legs and returned her eye to the crack as Fred happily stretched out to press his mouth into her dewy slit.
On the other side of the fence, Trish sat down on the edge of the lawn chair beside Eva.
"You didn't have to bother," Eva smiled up at the girl.
"No bother," Trish assured her, tossing her long blond hair back over her shoulder. "Stretch out and I'll rub it in for you since I've already got it in my hand."
"Well, okay," Eva nodded and stretched back out on her stomach, letting the bikini top fall against the woven bands of the chair.
Trish touched the sticky mixture between Eva's shoulder blades, pushing the chestnut hair back from the downy nape of the woman's neck and began to rub it into Eva's smooth flesh. Eva's eyes closed to the soft massage, her nostrils quivering as she tried to define the scent of the lotion, the blend of jasmine and jism.
Gillian fought to keep her eye focused at the crack, Fred's tongue spinning around her clit, her mind spinning in response. She watched her sister's hands move lower on Eva's back, flexing and stroking the tan flesh till she reached the woman's bikini bottoms. She saw Eva shift, a look of blissful contentment on her features and the bikini top was pulled high by her movements, allowing the point of one lush tit to poke through the mesh of the chair. Gillian stroked her own tit, her other hand fondling Fred's supping head. Suddenly, Gillian squeezed her eyes shut against the brightness that seemed to flare through them as her body began to quiver with her approaching orgasm, her mouth opening wide.
Eva started to pull her top back under her breast when she heard a deep moan from Trish's backyard and she looked toward the fence.
"Gillian's been exercising," Trish said, suppressing a grin and she moved her hands down to Eva's legs, thinking about the photos of Eva and Carl balling, of Eva's pointed tits with their long nipples and of her chestnut-plumed cunt.
Eva nodded, her eyelids lowering as Trish's sticky fingers stroked the backs of her thighs, the girl's thumbs sliding up and down the sensitive insides, nearer and nearer her ass. Her breath deepening, Trish noted the way that Eva's sweet fanny strained at the knit bikini bottoms, pulling the gaps between the fibers wide to show little patches of her ass cheeks, the crack a dark shadow beneath the garment.
"Didn't I see you leave with a suitcase yesterday?" Trish asked, her voice thick, her hands kneading the tops of Eva's thighs just under the bottoms, her thumbs tendering the insides of the woman's loins just short of her cunny, the heat of which Trish could feel against her flesh.
"Yes, but it was just a simple, overnight matter," Eva slurred, her eyes closed to the gentle lappings of arousal that spread out from her cunny, her mind only half-aware of Trish's hands, unquestioning.
"Be gone for a couple of hours," Carl called from inside the house. "See you then," he added and they heard the front door close and then his car start and move away.
Having spotted Eva and Trish from the window, Carl had quickly understood what the girl was up to. Turning around at the corner of the block, he parked the car quietly in front of his house and slipped back in. Camera in hand, he went to an upstairs window overlooking the lawn chair and began to photograph his wife and Trish.
"Got a little left for the front, if you want," Trish said softly, aware that there was only a slight residue left on her hands.
"O-okay," Eva mumbled and turned limply over onto her back, languidly holding the bikini top to her breasts, her eyes closed to the sunlight, her thoughts blurred into a half-sleep that outweighed the exertion needed to shake it off by virtue of the pleasure she felt.
Unsteadily, Trish's palms touched the fronts of Eva's thighs, her eyes upon the minute separations of the knit bottoms, seeing the glimmers of the woman's hips and abdomen, the plump outsides of her cunny and the dark strip of her feathery bush. Moistening her lips, she moved her hands up to the top of Eva's abdomen and over her supple belly.
Eva's lips parted, her head lolling to the side as Trish's hands opened and closed over her stomach, heels pressing down against the bikini bottoms, fingertips pushing up against the loose top. Trish's touch moved against the base of the firm tits and her own breasts strained her bikini.
"Thir-thirsty," Eva murmured, moistening her lips.
"Yes. Yes, me too," Trish agreed, her breathing strained.
"I've got some iced tea inside," Eva said, trying to rouse herself, her fingers fumbling with the bikini top and brushing with Trish's against the base of her breasts.
"Here, let me help," Trish said as Eva pushed up onto her elbows and slid her hands around to her back, her fingers catching the strings of the top.
Eva looked into Trish's face through half-lidded eyes, feeling Trish's hair shift over the tops of her tits, Trish's arms warm around her. As Trish pulled the strings taut, their breasts shifted together, their faces almost touching, eyes holding intently, their breath rustling against one another's lips.
"There," Trish whispered, her hands leaving the tied strings to touch her palms to Eva's back as she looked down at her breasts. "Pulled up a little," she muttered, noting the way the bottom of the halter stretched over the centers of her tits, just covering Eva's nipples. "I'll get it," she said after a few moments of admiring the firmness of the wide-set cones and took the top between thumbs and forefingers to slowly draw it down, caressing the silky softness. "There," she whispered, her eyes lifting back to Eva's, seeing the arousal there. "Just smooth it and we .. She moved her palms over the knit, pressing the pliant breasts under the thin covering. "Oh, look," she smiled, "the knit's stretching. Can just see your nipples. Looks like they're trying to squeeze out," she whispered, her hands covering one of Eva's tits, squeezing it as she pulled the knit tight, stretching the tiny gaps so that the inch-long peg of Eva's erect nipple could press free to protrude through the orange bikini top like a golden tan jewel. "Beautiful," Trish said and sat cupping Eva's tit, their eyes revealing their stimulation. "Let's get that tea," she smiled softly and rose to her feet, offering her hands to aid Eva.
"Yes," Eva finally nodded and squeezed Trish's hands as she rose to stand before the girl. She made no effort to free her nipple of the knit top, letting it stand proudly out as they moved toward their house, her one hand still linked with Trish's. "It'll be good," she said, opening the kitchen door and they both smiled.
Inside, Trish stood watching as Eva poured two glasses of iced tea and their fingers brushed as she accepted her glass. Eva suggested moving to the living room and Trish nodded, slowly shifting the cooling base of the glass in the cleavage of her swollen tits. Following the girl, Eva watched the shift of Trish's uptilted ass beneath the grip of the tiny bikini bottoms.
They sat on the couch and Trish curled her legs up beside her, facing Eva with but one cushion's width between them. Taking a swallow of her drink, Eva lowered her glass till the cool damp of it touched her exposed nipple. Her lips parted with a small intake of breath and Trish smiled.
"I finally placed the scent of that lotion," Eva said.
"Oh?" Trish smiled over her glass.
"A man's come," Eva smiled back.
"I told you it was a special mix. Forty retired Parisian prostitutes milk two hundred young virgin males twice a day," she said.
"Well, I'm glad they haven't gone to machine milking," Eva laughed.
"No, a machine can never quite substitute for the human touch," Trish said, putting her glass aside and unfastening her bikini top to reveal the ripe globes of her tits, the pert nubs of her nipples thick with arousal. "A loving touch," she added and released the bows at her hips so that bottoms loosened around her, but remained against her body.
"Take them off," Eva said, rubbing her fingertip over her protruding nipple as she set her glass aside. "Lovely," she whispered as Trish slowly lowered the front of her bottoms to reveal the copper ringlets of her cloven cunny, the slit gleaming. "Now mine," she said, leaning back.
The bikini bottom dropping to the floor, Trish leaned forward, moving her hands up Eva's thighs to catch the knit bottoms and draw them away from the woman's plumed slit and fanny. The orange knit furled upon the beige carpet and Eva's tanned legs stretched out on the burgundy couch, Trish's long blond hair spilling over the chestnut feather of her muff. Eva's hands squeezed the girl's shoulders as she felt her tender kisses touch the soft outsides of her mound to either side of the hot throb of her slit.
Trish's hands pushed up Eva's sides and she caught the long nipple as she drew her tongue over the smooth flesh of Eva's underbelly, Eva's leg shifting between hers to stroke her spread furrow. Eva reached behind her and the top came away in Trish's hands which replaced them in covering those lush cones as Trish nurtured Eva's cunt lips. Eva leaned forward to kiss Trish's shoulders, her hands moving down to the rich cushions of her fanny, pulling her leg against Trish's hot slit, her mind buzzing with joy as Trish's expert tongue sidled into the humid cove of her sex.
Moaning low in her throat, Eva clutched Trish, feeling her tits against her thighs, the girl's hands kneading her breasts as her supping mouth surrounded her clit. She swayed, cupping the silky ass cheeks, the smell of their secretions mixing with the combination of jasmine and Fred's come. She cried out, falling back to the couch, her orgasm thundering through her, clutching her hands into fists, her toes curling tight, her legs thrashing, twisting and thrusting against the wet burn of Trish's bucking cunny.
Trish's lips writhed against the sugar pink of Eva's slit, a groan bubbling the sweet nectar as her face pushed deeper into the broiling oven, her breath catching as her every nerve ending sparked, her nose and cheeks and chin bathed in the rich juices, her hands indenting the cones of Eva's straining tits. She wrapped her legs around Eva's whipping calf, her quaking twat shoving against the woman's knee, spreading her cunt lips wide as she ground her clit in a search for release from the too-intense ecstasies. She screamed up into Eva's cunt and Eva cried out again. Their bodies slid over the edge of the couch, spasming, their hair flowing in the air, their mouths pulling wide, their backs arching, their legs arcing upward, their breasts heaving and they rolled onto the carpet, tan flesh flattening against the beige, blond and chestnut hair spilling in soft waves, pink slits shifting between wet strands. Gulping air, they hugged one another tightly, coming to rest in one another's arms.
Brushing her hair back from her face, Trish saw Carl seated at the top of the stairs with his camera. She smiled and waved him down. Eva glanced back to see what Trish was looking at and gave a little start as she saw her naked husband approaching, camera in hand.
"I thought you'd ... " Eva began, unsure.
"I found it more interesting to watch and film you two making love," he smiled, sitting down on the edge of the couch.
"Have you developed last night's pictures?" Trish asked.
"They're with the others," he said, still looking at his wife who again registered confusion.
"Aren't they great?" Trish asked a minute later, sitting by Eva and spreading the photos out on the floor. "Wouldn't you like that?" she asked, pointing to a picture of Carl sliding his prick into Gillian's ass while Trish licked her sister's clit and then one of Carl's cock burrowing into her cunt while Gillian sucked her clit and she ate Gillian.
"Yes," Eva said softly, her breathing deep. "Yes," she repeated in a deeper tone and reached up to clutch Carl's hard shaft. "Yes," she nodded, stretching back as she guided his big tool between her still damp thighs. "Yes," she whispered as she brought Trish's cunny to her mouth, the girl's mouth lowering to her clit just above the deliberate rise and fall of Carl's prod. "Yes," she moaned, licking Trish's box as her slit clutched at the pumping shaft, as her pearl throbbed between Trish's suckling lips, as she felt Trish's wet finger probing her ass. She clutched Trish's fanny, shuddering with pleasure, her mouthings bringing a groan from the girl. His weight on his elbows, Carl's hands caressed Eva's tits against Trish's belly, his cock rising and falling in a twisting roll and he bit lightly at Trish's lush ass.
Eva's body wrenched against theirs, her mind whirling, her clit, cunt and ass merging into a single, volcanic eruption. Carl's breath caught, his body shaking as Eva's convulsing snatch sent his prod into spasms and his come blew free, his head thrust back, his face twisted with ecstasy. Trish cried out between the climaxing husband and wife and she licked at the broth of their juices that frothed up around his jerking shaft.
Then bodies rolled over, arms going wide with near exhaustion, the scattered photos beneath mirroring Trish, Carl, Eva and Gillian interchanging in the kaleidoscopic interplay of bodies. Trish reached down and wet her hand in Eva's cunny, then smearing the rich fluids over the woman's tits.
"I don't want them to get sunburned," she grinned and the three embraced, laughing.
CHAPTER FIVE
Darla stood in the shower room after class Monday, nervousness and anticipation blurring in her mind. The sound of her students' laughter and chatter merged with the rattle of the showers. Before her were short and tall girls, slim and plump, with gauzelike muffs, bushy triangles, slender plumes and curly thickets of blond, auburn, chestnut, copper and black hair. The spray of the water flowed over full globes, subtle cones, wide domes, delicate cups and gentle rises; hard-nubbed nipples, inverted puckers, long pegs and fat little rises with dimpled tips; pink, tan and orange areoles, some of which were nearly invisible, some spread wide while others were but rims to their nipples, some contoured with goose bumps and some that rose like second, smaller breasts. Before her was a kaleidoscope of feminine beauty, of laughing faces, but they seemed to focus into a single image, a single girl who was now waiting in the pool for after-class tutoring: Gillian.
Soon, the showers would be silent, the sweet young bodies pinkly dried, tits dancing into bras and she would be alone in the room. She rubbed her palms over her face, wondering at her own actions.
* * *
Wearing a white bikini that showed off her tan by contrast and her body by its slightness, Gillian leisurely backstroked up the pool. Looking up through the skylight, she could see the sky darkening with a gathering storm, thunder rumbling through the room and shrinking the frosted glass. Soon her classmates would be gone and she would be alone with Darla, alone in her arms to make love.
The change room grew silent and she heard the outside door lock. Breathing deeply with expectation, Gillian trod water and unfastened her top. She smiled eagerly, neither pretense nor concealment necessary any longer.
The lights went out one by one along the ceiling and the only illumination came through the skylight. Lightning seared across the stormy sky. Gillian tossed the bikini top to the far side of the pool, her breasts rising pink and naked from the water, her nipples bright. Thunder rumbled through the building. Feeling her heart pounding, her cunny pulsing, Gillian unfastened her bottoms and tossed them after the top.
The door to the shower and change rooms slowly opened and Darla stood silhouetted for a moment before they eased shut. Gillian watched her approach, her lips parting as she saw that Darla no longer wore her swimsuit, but rather a near transparent, full length nightgown. Her nipples and her bush were dark shadows under the drifting fabric. Lightning flashed brightly above, revealing the women more clearly to one another for a moment in a burst of silver light, the blur of Gillian's torso and legs beneath the water, the veiled opulence of Darla's statuesque body beneath the gown.
The peal of thunder faded into the distance and the only sounds Gillian could hear were of her own breathing and of the gentle lap of the water against her buoyed breasts. The two women stared at one another, the reflected light off the pool weaving patterns over them and the walls. Gillian moistened her lips, her body hot despite the coolness of the water. Lightning flashed again and she saw Darla's long legs, her dark muff and the big globes of her breasts beneath the fragile cloth of the gown.
Darla reached back and touched a wall switch, turning the pool lights on. Gillian glanced down, seeing the pool become clear, her legs clearly visible beneath her, creating a momentary illusion that she was floating in space. The pool seemed to glow in the otherwise dark room, Darla a pale shadow by one wall. Thunderclaps echoed through the room, the skylight dancing with streaks of lightning. Darla moved to the pool's edge and went to one knee.
Gillian watched Darla reach down to lift a cupped handful of water, the pool lights shimmering up through the water to give her face an angelic aura, her loosened hair shining like a raven's wing. Darla lifted her hand to moisten her lips, her eyes on the girl's and then let the water slowly drip down upon one of her voluptuous breasts. As each drop fell they were absorbed by the cloth, causing the gown to gradually become fully transparent, adhering to her like a second skin upon her one breast, flesh and nipple fully revealed as if the cloth had dissolved.
Fascinated, Gillian watched Darla's hand finally open and extend back out over the water. The one breast seemed more beautifully naked than it could possibly be any other way. Darla's hand turned and beckoned. Gillian swam toward her and Darla held out both hands, taking the girl's in hers to help her up from the water, Gillian bracing one foot on the rim of the pool. They stood face to face, the thunder silent for a moment, their hands joined, the one woman dressed from throat to feet in a diaphanous gown that seemed to merge with, rather than simply reveal, one breast, the younger woman totally naked with the light gleaming on her wet flesh, water sliding down over the contours of her body in lazy rivulets, dripping from the slickened fur of her cunny. Darla drew her forward until their bodies pressed close, their breasts heaving with their arousal against one another, their lips parted and then touching.
Her eyes intense, Darla's hands moved forward and Gillian unsteadily stepped back. The imprint of the girl's wet body upon the gown clung to Gillian's flesh in a transparency that revealed both big globes with their golden tan nipples, the firm contours of her belly and her thighs. Darla raised Gillian's hands and placed them palms down between her collar bones and the richness of her tits, the cloth like tissue beneath and then let her own hands fall to her sides.
Gillian swallowed, feeling Darla's flesh hot against her palms. Lightning seared across the sky, the room filled with its crackling. Gillian's fingers curled into the cloth, clutching it in her palms. The thunderstorm roared outside. Gillian's hands pulled down and out, shredding the fabric away from the big breasts, the slender waist, the dark curled muff, the long legs and the luxuriant ass.
Darla's golden eyes suddenly widened, shining with the lightning and her arms went around Gillian in an impassioned embrace, their mouths writhing together around the furlings of their tongues. They leaned toward the pool, their feet pushing out against the flooring and their joined bodies fell through the air, red and ebony hair floating and they crashed through the surface.
They floated down into the lighted water, the remnants of the gown floating away as their legs entwined, dark coils and auburn fur blending around the heat of their pink furrows. They turned in graceful arcs, hands flowing over each other's ass, cupping each other's tits. The pool lights flickered as a result of the storm, dimming until they drifted in darkness suddenly shattered by the quicksilver illumination of lightning. They moaned into one another's mouths, clinging to one another, their lungs straining. The lights came back on, abruptly exposing the undulations of their fused cunts, the caressing weaving of their legs, the kneading splay of their hands upon each other's lush ass cheeks, the gliding drift of their hair. Then darkness again, two alabaster mermaids locked in rapture within a pool of ebony.
Their mouths wide, gasping for air, they broke the surface in a spray of water and the lights came back on as if thrusting them upward. Bodies arched back from the hot grafting of their throbbing loins, Darla's big globes thrust up high on her chest, the firm peaches of Gillian's breasts bobbing. Gold and green eyes opened wide as their flesh sang with their own storm, a storm of ecstasy that sent lightning through them, blood thundering in their ears. The fights flashed off and on beneath them. Gillian cried out. The skylight flashed with the storm above them. Darla cried out. The room echoed with their cries of rapture. Gillian and Darla came, churning the waters, shaking with their joy, their wet bodies gleaming with fight.
Slowly, they floated down into the pool, air bubbling from their lips, their eyes glazed. Eventually, they came up from the sleeplike darkness of the water and collapsed together beside the pool on a stack of tumbling pads.
Darla's long hair slid in wet strands over Gillian's belly and her lips touched the dampness of her pubic fur as she sucked at the wet muff, drinking down the wetness before tonguing the misty cleft of the girl's slit. Gillian moaned and her hands slid over the globes of her teacher's tits, gripping at the golden pegs. Darla's tongue slithered down into the musky sweetness of Gillian's cunny, her lips and cheeks pressing the humid sleekness. Lightning highlighted their gleaming bodies as they turned and rolled, Gillian's hungry mouth finding the wet coils of Darla's bush, her face washing itself in the soft moistness, her hands caressing the uptilted cushions of Darla's fanny, gripping the long and shapely legs, clutching the full hips as the woman's tongue burnished her quivering clit.
Rain beat at the skylight in waves, creating an echoing thunder that hummed through the room. Gillian licked and sucked the pulsing ring box of Darla's sex, gasping into it with her own arousal. The crackle of electricity underscored the roars of thunder. Darla caressed Gillian's lush ass and pushed up her sides to encase the pliant roundness of her tits, rubbing at the pink nipples with the base of her thumbs. The clouds churned, crisscrossed with lightning, but through the rain-smeared skylight they blurred into a surging mass of fight and dark, a black and white film of a volcano erupting. Darla and Gillian's legs thrashed, their bodies twisting and straining with the exquisite raptures they created with their voracious supping. The pool flashed with brightness. Flesh damp from the water and from straining, washed together as hands gripped breasts and buttocks. Their bellies pressed in tight undulations, their breasts stroking one another's hips and their lips pulled back as their mouths moved in a frantic, carnal hunger.
Darla screamed into Gillian's cunt, her body bucking as her excitement reached a crescendo. The lightning stabbed across the sky, the thunder erupting in shattering blasts. Gillian's moan became a cry against the blazing pearl of Darla's clit, her mind flashing, her body stuttering against Darla's as their orgasms heightened each other's in turn, ricocheting to a climax that flung them limply back onto the mats, gasping.
The thunder rumbled and the rattle of the rain against the skylight became more regular. They rolled over onto their sides and into each other's arms, their still tingling flesh pressed tight as their lips touched in satiated smiles, their half-lidded eyes shimmering.
"Going to be hard remembering I'm supposed to be your teacher," Darla smiled softly, touching her fingertips to Gillian's breast.
"It may be easier for me to remember that I'm your student," Gillian replied in a whisper, stroking the woman's dark hair back from her temple.
"No more than I'm your student, darling," Darla assured her and kissed her gently.
"Yeah," Gillian smiled. "Well, which lesson shall we teach each other next?"
"Let's surprise one another," Darla grinned and they began to find new ways to share pleasure.
* * *
Knowing Don was at baseball practice and hoping to find either or both of the sisters at home, Fred rang the Stanford doorbell, carrying a towel-wrapped swimsuit as an excuse for visiting if either Jill or Larry was there. A moment later, the door opened and Jill stood before him, dressed in a dark print skirt and a cobalt blue blouse that was tied beneath her breasts, the firm curve of her belly catching his eye for a moment.
"Oh, hi, Mrs. Stanford," he smiled, suppressing his disappointment. "Uh, I came over to see if Don wanted to swim."
"I'm sorry, Fred, but he's at practice," Jill smiled, remembering watching him float in the pool the day before. "Just old mama at home, but you can use the pool if you want."
"Uh ... " he hesitated, suddenly ceasing to think of her only as Don and the sisters' mother. "Yeah," he nodded.
"I was in the kitchen with the dirty clothes," she said, closing the door behind him and she realized that in the past his eyes had only held briefly, shyly with hers. "Uh, you can change in here if you want," she smiled, feeling warm at the look in his eyes.
"Thanks," he said softly and watched her go into the kitchen, closing the door behind her. Jill had long struck him as being beautiful, but he had never really considered her sexually due to the difference in their ages, among other things. Yet, there had been something in her eyes, something that had been there before but that he had not comprehended. Unbuttoning his shirt, he looked down at the hardening bulge of his cock under his jeans. And her eyes had often paused at his crotch, an action that now seemed to hold significance. He still felt cautious about risking getting in trouble by making a pass, as when he had been alone with Gillian, but he was now less worried that he was fantasizing.
In the kitchen, Jill dropped dirty clothes into the washer, telling herself that she was being silly. She was a married woman considering sex with a friend of her youngest. It was one thing to get off on the boy's oversized cock, but another to start thinking about balling with him. Still, his unfaltering eyes had seemed to realize that she considered him a man sexually, even though she had always been cautious not to let him know that.
"Could you help me, Mrs. Stanford?" she heard him ask and turned to see him standing in the doorway, dressed only in his jeans, the snap of which was open. "My zipper's stuck," he shrugged with a helpless smile.
"Yes, of course," she replied after several moments, her rationalizing slipping away as she looked at his tanned lithe body.
"I think it's caught on the cloth, but ... " he offered as she crossed to him, pulling out a chair to sit in front of him.
Her eyes held on the thick mound of his erect prick straining against his jeans. She wondered if he could be unaware of his condition, or if he did not realize the sexual aspect of it, or-if it was in response to her.
"Uh, let's see," she muttered, blinking her eyes to clear her head, her flesh feverish.
He smiled down at her strawberry blond mane as she leaned toward him to grip the tab of the zipper. He saw her fingers tremble as she gingerly took hold of the open waistband, her knuckles touching his abdomen. It had taken some effort to jam the zipper, but he was glad he had.
Holding her hand out from him, she held the zipper between thumb and forefinger to tug down. She wanted to raise her eyes to see what his expression was, but was afraid of exposing her own look of arousal. His flesh was warm against the backs of her fingers holding the top of his pants. The zipper moved down slightly, but did not clear.
"Maybe if-I get a better hold," she muttered nervously and moved her fingers farther down to grip the pants.
Her breath caught as she felt the downy furls of his pubic hair curl against her fingers and she suddenly felt dizzy.
"Really is stuck, huh?" she heard him say in a casually sympathetic voice and her mind cleared a bit at the idea that he was as oblivious to sex as Don appeared to be.
"Uh, yeah," she forced herself to say, focusing her eyes.
Sucking in on her lower lip, she gripped the zipper tighter and pulled again, nearly clearing it. Acting by reflex, she took in the slack above the zipper, her fingers moving farther down. She suddenly realized what she had done as her fingertips touched the base of his erect cock and her heart beat faster. In an effort to escape the situation, she jerked hard on the zipper and it came free, pulling fully open to reveal his pubic hair and the top half of his cock which was still held down by his jeans. Her lips parted at the thickness of the straining shaft, the veins pale blue as in white marble. She gripped her knees tightly.
"Gosh, thanks, Mrs. Stanford," he said cheerfully and she slowly raised her face to look at him.
While his expression showed nothing but relaxed friendliness, there was something in his eyes that told her he was fully aware of what was going on. More than that, she knew that she was not in control of the situation, regardless of their ages.
Making no effort to adjust his jeans, Fred looked over at one of the laundry baskets and lifted a lacy bra.
"This's sure pretty. Yours?" he asked and she nodded, unable to speak. "Very nice," he said, contouring the palm of his hand to the outside of one big cup and he then lifted the bra to his face, burying his nose inside the cup. "Umm," he murmured at the scent of her breast and perfume. "Is this yours too?" he asked, exchanging the bra for a linen dressing gown that lay with the clothes for dry cleaning and again she could only nod, vertigo swimming her mind. "I'd like to see you in that," he nodded and turned to glance over the other clothing.
Her mouth dry, Jill moistened her lips and one hand slid up her downy thigh, pushing her skirt up almost to her panties. She rubbed the base of her thumb down the throbbing heat of her slit through the skirt.
"Yeah, I think I like this the-" he began only to cut off as he turned, seeing her rub her cunny. "Playing with yourself, Mrs. Stanford? I get spanked if I get caught playing with myself," he smiled. "Do you?"
"I-" she began only to find she did not know what to say.
"Of course, I'm the one with my pants almost down. Would you spank Don if he caught you playing with yourself?" he asked. "I mean, if he got you all hot and then looked," he added, moving toward her. "Would you take him over your lap and pull down his pants and bring your hand down on his ass, feeling him wiggling around on your lap? Is that what you'd do with a boy who was watching you stroking your hot cunny, even though the boy had taken off his underwear and you knew you'd be feeling his naked cock all hard against your thighs, his balls sliding against you? Is that what you'd do?" he finished, no longer smiling, but staring intently into her lust-clouded eyes.
"Y-yes," she said, her breasts heaving with her strained breathing, maddened with arousal by his words.
He stood at the side of her legs for a moment and then leaned over them, leaving it to her to lower his jeans, denying her the sight of his prick. Realizing this as she adjusted her legs to support him, as she felt the heat of his belly against one thigh, she jerked the jeans down and off his rump, pushing them around his knees. As the cloth pulled out from between them, she felt his engorged whang spring free, hot and hard against her, his balls big.
Taking a deep breath, she lifted one hand, pressing the other against the small of his back. Then her hand came down with a smack, rose and fell again. Her palm slapped against his buttocks, an animal hunger in her expression as she watched them grow pink, as she felt his prod push down between her thighs, jerking with the motions of their bodies. She was breathing loudly, her hair disarrayed and the throbbing of her cunt mounted, accelerating with each fall of her hand until she suddenly clutched one ass cheek, her body bucking as she came. Clutching his cock between her thighs, she groaned. Slowly, she sagged forward, her hair spilling over his back.
Even though his ass stung from the spanking, Fred smiled, not minding the minor pain due to her pleasure. He slid from her lap and kicked his jeans free of his legs.
"Fair's fair though," he smiled and she raised confused eyes to him. "Since you did get caught, you should have a spanking coming too," he explained.
She brushed her hair back from her face, staring at the hard thrust of his fully revealed prick. She nodded and stood, her legs unsteady.
"Why don't you just lean forward and grip the edge of the table," he suggested, his smile gone and she did as directed, unquestioning.
He stared at her a moment, her body bent from the waist, her hair curtaining her face, her legs straight and slightly apart, her ass thrust back toward him. He took the hem of her skirt and rolled it slowly up, revealing the backs of her thighs and then her fanny through her transparent panties. He pushed the bunched skirt into its waistband and slid her panties down around her ankles to fully reveal her big ass, the light gleaming on the pale down gauzing the firm cushions.
"Yes, fair's fair," he said softly, easing his palm over her lush fanny and he moistened his lips. "Yes," he whispered, taking hold of her wide hips and arched his cock up between her legs and into the golden ringlets of her cunny.
Her mouth opening, Jill's head snapped up, her eyes widening with surprise, having been anticipating a spanking. She groaned with joy as his big tool slid up into her cunny. Rising up on the balls of his feet, he thrust fully into her and then came back down on his heels, drawing almost free of the hot sleeve of her snatch. Jill's hands tightened on the table edge, her tits straining against her blouse, her ass thrusting back against him as he pumped his long cock into her.
Feeling his cockhead flatten out against her cervix, he rubbed his hips against her fanny's softness, his hands stroking her thighs. Her head shook from side to side as he pulled back and thrust, in and out, filling her with waves of pleasure and her hair whipped about her head, her features mirroring her raptures. Her whole body trembled with the fires consuming her and her cunt sucked thirstily at his pistoning whang.
He gripped her tighter, his face twisting with the hot quakes rushing through him, his balls swollen as they swung with his motion, his shaft seeming on the verge of exploding. His lips pulled back, his eyes squinting and his legs tried to buckle. He cried out, clutching his body to hers and he came, his juice jetting up into the convulsing oven of her cunny.
She cried out too, climaxing as she felt his broth gushing within her, sparking the culmination of her accelerating joy. He gasped hoarsely for air, his lidded eyes glazed and she swayed. He groped out for support and pulled the chair over, collapsing into it with Jill upon his lap. His lungs heaving, he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly and she squeezed the sides of his thighs. Their breathing easing, his prick slipped free of her wet slit to lay against the chair seat. Jill smiled down at the sticky shaft and reached down to stroke it lovingly in her fist.
"That was more than fair," she smiled back over her shoulder. "Getting heavy?" she asked.
"No," he assured her, "but I'd like to see you naked."
"I'll even try on the dressing gown you wanted to see me in," she offered and stood up.
Turning, she unfastened her skirt as she kicked her panties away and let it fall in a dark ring about her feet. He took a deep breath at the sight of her long legs, the undercurve of her body, the white gold down that furred her abdomen and the thick ringlets of pale gold that created a pelt over her cunt and the whole underarch of her torso. Smiling warmly at his reaction, she untied her shirt from under her breasts and unbuttoned the two top buttons. The dark blue cloth fell to the floor, leaving her in only her low cut bra. She reached back and unhooked it. Dropping her arms, she let the last garment fall, the full globes quivering, the little pursed rings of her nipples standing out from the pale pinkish-tan areolas.
"Damn! but you're gorgeous," he said, overwhelmed by her beauty.
"Thanks," she whispered, smiling radiantly and reached back for the dressing gown.
He watched her slip into the near transparent gown, the light bright on the white linen. She lightly tied the sash and pirouetted for him, her naked body silhouetted through the softening haze of the fabric. She stopped and held her hands out to him, smiling. He stood, his young cock coming erect again and took hold of her hands. They came together into a tender embrace and their lips touched, then opened for a long kiss, their embrace tightening as their tongues swam together.
Their lips parted, their eyelids lifting and they glanced toward the door, startled to see Gillian standing there. Jill's sudden rush of panic was halted as she saw Fred and Gillian share a knowing smile.
"Ah, a mother's always the last to know!" She shook her head and broke into laughter, pulling Gillian into their embrace.
CHAPTER SIX
A short while later that afternoon, Don came home. Irritated to hear that Jill wanted him to run an errand that would take several hours, he grudgingly accepted the extra spending money Gillian gave him. A few minutes after he had gone, Trish arrived, finding Gillian smiling at her with a mischievous grin.
Upstairs in her bedroom, Jill was bathing the cock that had just shot off up her fanny. Putting the washcloth aside, she smiled at Fred's satiated expression and stuffed his slack cock into her mouth, nibbling and tonguing.
"Well, Fred, you're maintaining your good taste in women," Trish smiled from the doorway.
Jill snapped her head toward Trish and Gillian, surprised to see either of them there, Gillian having gone off to her own room after hugging her and Fred in the kitchen.
"What a pleasant surprise, Gillian," Trish smiled and hugged her sister to her, their mouths joining as they began undressing each other. Jill stared in amazement.
"You've slept with all three of us?" she asked Fred.
"Well, Gil and I've just given each other head since she's still a virgin ... sort of," he shrugged, his cock beginning to harden as he watched the last of the girls' clothes drop to the floor.
"Very greedy," Trish said, moving toward the bed with Gillian, their arms around one another's waists, "having all the Stanford women."
"Maybe all three at once'd satisfy you?" Gillian grinned, glancing at her sister and mother and she knelt beside him to suck the thick, lavender bulb of his cockhead into her mouth.
Smiling, Trish stretched out on the other side of him and turned her head to clasp the side of his now erect shaft in her mouth, sucking and tonguing up and down the thick meat. Grinning at the expression of awed ecstasy on Fred's face, Jill opened the drawer of her night table.
Fred stroked Trish and Gillian's heads, his mind buzzing with the sensations of their hungry mouths around his head and about his rod. Jill slid up between his shifting legs and Trish's eyes widened at the sight of the dildo which now had the anal vibrator attached. Sucking Fred's nuts gently into the warm cove of her mouth, Jill touched the lubricated tip of the slender shaft against his anus and began to work it upward as she rolled his balls on her tongue. With the dildo half up him, she turned it on and Fred's eyes opened wide, his prostate gland quivering, his rocks swimming in Jill's mouth, his cock being eaten by the sisters. He let out a long, strained groan, his eyes rolling back as he writhed under them, his body convulsing in pleasure, his mind spinning into a whirlpool of pure ecstasy.
"Fair's fair," Jill grinned up at him, loosening his balls and reminding him of his words to her earlier.
But Fred was beyond distinguishing sounds, his senses blurring into the roaring waves that merged his mind and body into an island that was being dissolved into a sea of rapture.
Jill gripped the side of his shaft opposite Trish's and began to suck and lick up and down it. Her lips brushed Trish's and their eyes met, holding as they continued to eat him. Without thinking about it, they stretched their mouths to take more of him in and their lips pressed tighter till they were both giving him head and kissing one another.
Fred's body suddenly arched up from the bed, his weight on his shoulders and heels, held down only by the hands and mouths of the three women, Suns exploded within his brain, novaing as his jism erupted and he gave a strangled cry, on the verge of blacking out as the intensity of his arousal triumphed and he felt as if were floating as he fell back upon the bed, spent.
Gillian finished swallowing the last of his hot brew and sat up to see her sister and her mother still kissing around the softening length of his cock. Slowly, they sat up, their breathing deep as their eyes held and Jill fumbled to turn off the vibrator.
Sitting back on her calves with her legs spread, as Trish and Jill were, Gillian looked down at their opened slits, copper ringlets and pale gold fur gleaming wetly and her own cunt began to throb moistly.
Neither able to take the first step, Jill and Trish continued staring at one another, their tits rising and falling with their breathing, their mouths dry with desire. Gillian pushed her fingers into her humid slit, stroking her hot pearl as she waited in suspense. Swallowing hard, Trish blinked her blurring eyes and looked down at her mother's proud breasts, at the erotic arch of her body accented by her posture, her smooth belly and then at the furry underbelly with the cerise fissure of her slit.
His head clearing, Fred raised up on his elbows and looked at the women, sensing the tension in the room and understanding the stalemate as Jill's eyes moved from Trish's cunny to the ripe globes of her tits and then back to Trish's eyes. Removing the vibrator from his ass, he sat up and laid Gillian down on the bed above her sister and mother. Gillian watched him as he turned back to Trish and Jill, taking their hands in his.
The two women blinked at him, disoriented and he tugged them forward, moving aside to ease them down upon Gillian. They stared down at the pulsing cunny before their faces and slowly lowered their mouths to it. Gillian groaned, grabbing at the bedding as Trish worked her tongue into her slit, Jill kissing the sizzling bolt of her clit. Jill and Trish's hands moved over Gillian's thighs and breasts, caressing. Then their lips touched there in the sleek cleft, and their eyes met for an instant before their mouths pressed tight, their bodies embracing.
Gillian shuddered with pleasure as their tongues spun together in her cunny, their lips writhing feverishly together. As Fred watched, his cock began to twitch back to life. Taking hold of Jill's legs, he eased them up alongside Gillian, placing her cunny by the ecstatic girl's face. Gillian turned from the waist and gripped Jill's hips, burrowing her face down into the golden fur to work her tongue into the hot pudding of her snatch. Taking Trish's legs in his hands he moved her gulping box up alongside Jill's head.
Gasping with passion as Gillian ate her, Jill pressed her mouth hungrily into Trish's hive. With a groan of delirium at the joy that rushed through her, Trish squirmed her tonguing mouth into Gillian's cunt. Breathing deeply, Fred knelt watching the daisy chain writhe and sob with carnal ecstasy, hands flowing around the circle of their linked bodies, moans bubbling in their quivering loins. Unable to stand aside any longer, Fred stretched out behind Trish with his head toward her feet. Pressing his cock between her squirming ass cheeks, he slid up into her and her groans deepened. Churning his rod in her he reached up to slide the vibrator into Gillian's anus and turned it on.
Gillian sucked at her mother's clit voraciously as her sister's tongue snaked in her twat, the vibrator quivering her ass and she caressed Trish and Jill's tits as they squeezed hers. Jill lapped at Trish's pulsing snatch, her own shivering with pleasure and she squirmed a finger into Fred's ass. Trish moaned as Jill's supping mouth turned her hole into a broiling oven, Gillian and Fred's hands cupping her swollen breasts, Fred's cock rolling in her fanny.
The circle of their bodies began to move faster and faster, expanding and contracting, sucking and probing and their moans of rapture deepened into one guttural exhale and inhale, flesh burning, minds blurring, cunts and asses and cock throbbing quicker and quicker in a jetting tempo. Their mouths twisted wide as they cried out, their shared body bucking and shaking with the convulsions of their culmination, Fred's come blasting free, Trish and Jill and Gillian's cunnies exploding with joy around one another's faces.
Their lungs straining, they went limp, their bodies twitching, their minds spinning. Gradually, they were able to open their eyes, smiles of satiation on their lips.
"Fred the tie breaker," Jill laughed breathlessly and kissed his lips.
"Fair's fair," he grinned and they hugged him happily between them.
* * *
Rob and Darla's bodies tremored together, their heads back as his cock throbbed faster and faster in the blazing pulse of her cunt. They cried out together as his come burst free, jetting up into her convulsing snatch, their brains abuzz with their climax.
They lay in their loose embrace as the beating of their hearts returned to normal, their breathing becoming steady. She touched her lips to his and stared thoughtfully into his eyes for a moment.
"Rob, I ... " she began uncertainly. "The other, I and a student, we made love," she said. "I don't, uh, like secrets," she smiled with a little shrug.
"Me neither," he smiled back. "I did the same thing. With the Stanford girl."
"W-with Gillian?" she asked, startled.
"No, her sister Trish. Why?" he asked. "You mean you and Gillian ... ?"
"And you and Trish?" Darla finished. "Now, do you suppose they knew ... ?"
"What the other was doing? And if so ... ?" They both smiled, considering the prospect of both Stanford sisters with both Wacos and began to make love again, newly aroused.
* * *
A few nights later, the rest of the family out, Trish shook the remaining crushed ice from her drink into her mouth. Smiling at her date, Hank, she shifted the ice about on her tongue and then leaned forward to open the happily surprised youth's fly. Pulling his now fully erect cock into the open, she leaned forward to take it into her mouth. His hands clutched the couch, his eyes widening as she moved the ice over his rod with her tongue, his head in her throat. The cold chilled his shaft as her suckling mouth turned it into a vial of lava, the extremes flashing ecstasy through his body, his mouth opening to a deep moan.
Hank was not aware of the room being brightly lit, any more than he was aware of the movie camera outside the window. Standing on a heavy box, Carl operated the camera, concealed by the high fence on one side and by shrubbery on the other. Kneeling between his legs, Gillian chewed and sucked on his big prick. Seated on the ground, Eva pressed her mouth into the girl's slit, tonguing her clit.
From inside came Hank's orgasmic cry which rose above the music on the stereo and Gillian sucked harder, caressing Carl's balls and root with one hand while diddling her finger in his ass with the other. Her body twisted over Eva's supping mouth, her cunny throbbing quicker and quicker. She came and her mouth jerked and thrust around his quaking tool, sucking his come free. He clutched the camera and window sill, his mind reeling as his jism gushed into Gillian's mouth.
Gillian slid from him, collapsing with Eva on the grass and Carl slowly recovered. Gillian and his wife making love beneath him, he filmed Trish and Hank making love before him.
Later, after Hank had left, Carl stretched out on the couch as Gillian and Eva tasted Hank's come from Trish's cunny. He watched their tongues spin in the gleaming pink slit and watched Trish writhe with pleasure. His cock hard, he knelt over her head and she smiled drunkenly up at him, her hands drawing his prod down into her suckling mouth. Leaning forward, he added his mouth to her snatch and Trish's mouth moved faster as she felt three tongues flowing in her humid hive. She cried out with joy and his come jetted down her throat, leaving him gasping.
"Y'know," Trish said a few minutes later, "it'd be great to have pictures of you and everyone you ever make love to, pictures of you doing it. All I'm missing is Rob, Fred and ... " She trailed off, notmentioning Jill. "It shouldn't be too hard getting them to ball again," she added, walking toward the ringing phone. "Yes? Uhhuh, well ... we'll let you know tomorrow. Okay? Rye," she finished, hanging up as Carl reloaded the camera. "Well, Gil, that was Darla."
"Darla of Darla and Rob?" she asked with surprise.
"The same," Trish grinned. "Inviting us for dinner. Looks like they talked to one another, hey?" she chuckled and patted Gillian's fanny. "We've got to get on the stick about arranging your spectacular first ball, so we can do it up right. Right?"
"Right," Gillian nodded after a moment's thought and pulled off the long T-shirt that was all she wore. "Time to get it on," she mused to herself, glancing at the movie camera which was running, focused on the couch where Trish was sitting down on the spar of Carl's rehardened cock, taking it up into her wiggling ass.
Gillian turned her head to glance over her shoulder at Eva as the woman embraced her from behind. Her tits pressing against the girl's back, Eva slid her hands down into Gillian's furry bush and their mouths touched.
"I don't believe I've eaten you," Gillian said with mock-snobbishness, "though the taste is familiar."
Trish's ass lifted from Carl's hips and lowered, sliding up and down his twisting cock. He caressed her breasts, his eyes closed to the hot waves spiraling out through him. To their side, his wife stretched out under Trish's sister, Gillian's mouth feasting on the juicy sweet meat of Eva's quivering cunt.
He and Eva came at the same moment, groaning as their bodies shook, his cock erupting in Trish's bucking ass, her cunt spasming around Gillian's devouring mouth.
Husband and wife recovering, Trish and Gillian stretched out together, making plans for a farewell party for Gillian's virginity.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Friday, Jill had sent Don and Larry off on an overnight camping trip, assisting with Trish's plans. That night, the center of the living room illuminated in the otherwise darkened house, Carl's still and movie cameras filmed, set on tripods and his movie projector whirred, flashing images onto the screen just beyond the pool of light.
Fresh from a long, scented bath, Gillian was led by Trish into the center of the light. A tug on the sash of her robe and the silk sang against her flesh as it dropped away to reveal her lush contours. Jill, naked as her daughters, knelt behind Gillian as Trish knelt before her, their hands caressing her soft hips. Gillian's eyelids fluttered as she felt their tongues diddle her cunny and ass and she saw on the screen: Trish's mouth released Hank's cock and her tongue extended, curled to hold crushed ice pasted with come so that it looked like an uncut diamond shining against the soft pink. Gillian swayed between mother and sister, their mouths rousing her slit and fanny into a pulsing whole.
Eva moved from the shadows and her lips and tongue burnished Gillian's swollen breasts, teasing the trembling nipples to an even greater yearning. Gillian's mouth widened around Trish's clit as Carl's cock churned faster in her ass, Trish's tongue flashing in her cunny. Gillian's nostrils quivered with her unsteady breath, her body shaking with small orgasms. She would have fallen to the floor but for the support of the three women whose mouths raised her flesh to a previously unknown level of hypersensitivity. Gillian's face mirrored the joyous culminations within her as Carl's come jetted, as her clit screamed under Trish's tongue.
His cock standing up hard before him, Fred stepped forward to lie spread-eagled on the floor behind the women. Her tongue continuing to burrow in Gillian's fanny, Jill shifted back to sit atop the boy's hips, taking his swollen rod into her hot slit. Giving it a squeeze with her vaginal muscles, she lifted off the now gleaming shaft and shifted to his side. Gillian felt herself being lowered by the three women, her ass cheeks being spread and then Fred's thick length sliding up her rectum. She moaned, her vision blurring and felt Jill's mouth upon one of her tits as Eva continued to tongue and kiss the other, Fred's hands caressing her belly above Trish's flexing mouth that pressed into her pulsing hive. Carl's cock sang a fast rhythm in Trish's cunt, their mouths consuming Gillian's twat. Fred's hips rolled under Gillian's lush ass, his fingers kneading her clit as Trish lifted her fanny high, still tonguing her sister's slit. Carl stepped forward to kneel between Gillian's twisting legs and he dipped his erect cock into Trish's snatch and then drew it wetly out. Jill moved to Gillian's side and lightly took Carl's lowering prod between her teeth, directing it into the hot maw of her daughter's cunt, her own and Gillian's rich juices mixing in her mouth. Gillian's pointed, tongue snaked from her widened mouth as Eva twisted her conical tit into the girl's spread hive, ecstasy clouding her mind. Carl's prick slid up into her, rolling against the trembling walls of her channel, pressing through the membrane against the bulk of Fred's whipping shaft and Jill and Eva's mouths closed in on her nipples. Gillian cried out in a delirium of sheer bliss, her orgasms quickening and growing more intense. Gillian sucked at Carl's throbbing trunk as his wife rolled her tit in her cunt, her tongue teasing Gillian's tush. Trish knelt over Gillian's head and leaned over to turn her head so that she could suck at her clit just above the pump of Carl's tool. Their breasts brushing one another's bellies, Gillian pressed her hungry mouth to Trish's spread loins, sucking and licking the sweet meat of her. Fred stretched his arms out from his sides and ran his hand up Jill and Eva's bodies till he held a lush globe in one and a big, pointed orb in the other. Trish held one of Gillian's tits in both hands, squeezing it up from her chest and partially into her mouth, sucking strongly as she burnished the pink nub with her tongue. Gillian reached out and her hands found Eva and Jill's pulsing cunnies. They moaned against her breasts as she buried her flowing fingers in their hot muffs and she worked her mouth deeper into Trish's.
The breathing of the six became a hoarse groaning that began to rise and fall together until it was like one giant being dragging air into its lungs and growling it out. Limbs and torsos and heads undulated like those of a single organism and the cameras continued to record, the projector to replay.
Jill and Eva sucked Gillian's firm tits into their mouths, squeezing Gillian and Trish's breasts, their cunts clutching around Gillian's caressing hands, their moans deepening against Gillian's firm young peaches.
His hands bathed in the sweet nectar of Jill and Eva's slits, Fred's cock was throbbing in the rolling grip of Gillian's ass, the underside of Carl's rod stroking against the dorsal vein of his through the stretched membrane and he pressed his open mouth against the nape of Gillian's neck, his body feverish, his mind consumed with the overpowering raptures.
Trish sucked at her sister's clit, drilling it with the tip of her tongue, Carl's cock rubbing at her lips. She rolled her hips over Gillian's head, her box spasming with orgasms from the knowing mouthings, her tits twisting in Jill and Eva's hands and she felt their hands and mouths moving under her belly as they feasted on Gillian's breasts. She stroked flesh with her hands, identities blurring, the carnal wonders ravaging her.
Carl kissed at Trish's back, his prick thrusting in and out of the hot quicksand pull of Gillian's snatch, Trish's nurturing lips kissing the top of his shaft, Fred's rod churning against the bottom. Leaning on his elbows, he fondled Jill and Eva's breasts in his hands. Trish's finger buggered him and he moaned against the shifting of her back.
Fred gripped a round tit and a pyramidal tit, Carl cupping the matching tits while Jill and Eva shared lush globes with their hands and round orbs with their mouths, Trish's hands gloving themselves in their orgasm-filled cunts, Trish rolling a finger in Carl's ass with one hand while the other held on to Gillian. Mouths sucked breasts, kissed backs and necks, tongued cunny and clit. Cocks raced in slit and ass. Cunts clutched cock, tremored with tongues, pulsed around hands. Asses quaked with cock and finger. Orgasms flashed until they merged, spread out to merge with others, sperm and secretions blended, all sense of body dissolving into a sea of hot flesh gushing and swallowing, giving and taking, tits and balls and cunts and cocks fusing, the orgasm thundering through it faster and faster, roiling and crackling till it climaxed explosively, shattering the body, tearing the minds apart until they fell gasping, six semi-conscious bodies quivering with their satiation.
Minutes or hours later, Gillian awoke. The cameras and projector were off, the lights out. Come oozed from her cunt and ass as she shifted and she could taste Trish's juices in her mouth, her hands sticky with Jill and Eva's spendings, her tits still tender from their mouthings. Drowsily, she reached out into the darkness, finding a cock with one hand and a cunt with the other and smiled happily to herself. No longer was she a virgin.
"Thanks, everybody," she said softly and fell blissfully asleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Celebrating her non-virginity, Gillian had picked up the hitchhiker without a word, driving Jill's sports-car out into the countryside. The young man glanced over at her after several miles, the wind whipping her hair back from the glowing beauty of her face. She did not even glance in his direction and his eyes lowered to the transparent blouse that rippled over the ripe swells of her breasts, pink nipples thrust out defiantly. A very brief skirt was hiked up around her hips, the tiny V of her panties just gauzing the auburn fur of her cunny. He tried to note her legs, but his eyes held to the bound rise of her sex, to the trace of moisture dampening the panties.
"Like what you see?" she asked, smiling ahead at the road.
"Yeah," he nodded with a grin.
"Like my tits or cunt best?"
"It's hard to say," he smiled. "Very hard."
"Yeah?" she replied, glancing toward the crotch of his pants. "Yeah, I can see," she smiled at the sight of his erect prick straining the confines of his slacks. "But not well enough," she added.
"That's easily enough fixed," he nodded, his fingers opening his belt and pants and the full length of his sex stood out from his body.
"Yeah, I think I'd like that up me," she nodded at the heavy trunk and fat knob, reaching over to caress the taut flesh of his sheath and his eyelids flickered as waves of pleasure surged through him. "Up my cunt, up my ass, between my tits and in my mouth," she added, gripping his shaft in her fist.
"Sounds great," he said in a husky voice and slid one hand up her thigh to the nylon covered mound of her humid cunny.
Feeling the furrow of her slit with his fingers, he probed the wet fabric for her clit with his thumb. She lifted her saucy fanny from the seat and he removed her panties, passing them under his nose to deeply inhale.
"Good enough to eat?" she asked, sliding her fist up and down in a slow massaging of his prick.
"A very fine scent," he said, his body electrified by her hand work.
He leaned forward to kiss and nibble the insides of her spread thighs as he unbuttoned her blouse. Her tits stood out hard and firm from her chest, her nipples erect. Crimpling the nubs between thumb and forefinger, he pressed his face against her damp fur and she murmured as his lips kissed up and down her cunt lips. Then his tongue was flicking in to tease the broiling of her honeypot, spearing between the soft pink labia.
Her hand tightened round his cock as his tongue swam up into her quivering nook, flicking up under her glistening clit. She had to brace her legs to keep from gripping his head too tightly, warm flashes building up in her loins. The car roared down the highway, her tensed leg pressing down on the accelerator.
He did not notice the auto's speed, her fingers taunting his shaft, pumping his passion. His lips closed round her clit, sucking hard on it, feeling her hips rotating up against him as if to fuck him with the hard node. She groaned openly as he tongued and chewed at her blazing pearl, his left hand gripping her right tit, his fingers indenting the swollen softness. He pressed his right hand below his face and under her fanny. She bit at her lower lip as his thumb sank into the hot pudding of her cunt, working up into her channel. Then a groan caught in her throat as his center finger worked up between the full cushions of her buttocks and she relaxed her ass as he pressed his digit against the pink bud of her anus.
She was having a hard time controlling her driving as his finger reamed up into her asshole. Working her clit with tongue and lips, he pressed thumb and forefinger together, massaging the membrane between ass and cunt. Her body was quivering with her growing orgasm and she swallowed hard, forcing her foot up from the accelerator.
He swallowed her rich nectar, his mind blurring as his balls pounded with his broiling come. His fingers dug into her tit and worked her ass and cunt together. She began pumping the brakes, forcing her eyes to stay open as her blood raced with the effects of his hands and mouth. Unable to go on, she turned the car into a field, ripping through a wire fence. Killing the motor, she arched up from the seat, her head thrown back as she surrendered to her exploding orgasm and she screamed with release. The upthrust of her hips buried his hungry face in the wet velvet of her cunt.
She relaxed a little, her eyes flickering open as the dizziness lessened. She blinked down at the reddened rod she still held, gulping as he continued working on her cunt and ass, his own peaking ecstasy overcoming him.
"Sweet heaven!" she gasped. "I want to suck it out of your balls, to drink your come."
She threw herself across him, releasing her hand from the hard spar of his cock and drove her opened mouth down around it till it jabbed into her throat.
His face fell from the steaming maw of her snatch, gasping as her mouth closed around his prick. She drew her lips and cheeks in, sucking hard as her tongue pushed him up against the roof of her mouth, racing up and down his dorsal vein. His face twisted with rapture as her tongue drilled the base of his cock, her throat opening and closing around his head, gulped air flowing over him. He clutched at the car seat, her hands behind his balls to work his root, seeking to pull his climax from his nearly exploding manhood. He writhed against her devouring mouth, driving his cock in and out. Then he could feel it coming.
She groaned with pleasure as she felt the tell-tale quaking of his pelvis, the convulsions of his shaft, the tremor of his balls and her hands clutched him to her. He cursed raggedly as his come flashed into his cock, searing down its length to spew from his head. She came again as she felt his jism splash against the back of her throat and her head jerked back as she gulped his hot brew which splashed from her throat to her lips and her tongue swung out to catch the last droplets that shot forth as she let him free of her mouth. Then she thrust her head forward around his cock again to pull out the oozing remnants and she continued to suck on him, drawing his spend from him. He twisted on the seat beneath the near naked girl, lost to the flashing sensations that blurred his mind.
She kept sucking even after he gave no more of his milky come. Finally, she sat back, panting heavily, her tits rising and falling, naked but for the skirt bunched around her hips, the sunshine glistening on the dewy moistness of her furry pelt. He smiled up wearily, still dazed from his prolonged orgasm.
"Fantastic," he muttered with a bleary grin.
"I want more," she said, her eyes glazed. "More," she repeated, tugging on his limp cock.
"Going to have to wait a few minutes, sweetheart."
"Yeah ... yeah, right," she nodded, regaining her composure.
"Come on and lie down with me. I'll get it up for you," he promised, drawing her body to his, the firm peaches of her breasts crushing against his chest. Kissing her, he caressed the silky softness of her ass cheeks and pulled one tit high on her chest, lowering his mouth to it so that he could lash the pink nipple with his tongue. Gradually, his prick began to go taut, twitching against her belly and she smiled with happiness, reaching down to fondle the thick shaft.
She slid her knees up beside him, lifting her ass over his cock. She reached behind her as she smiled down into his face and pulled her ass cheeks open. Easing down, Gillian presented the head of his cock with the fissure of her anus. She let go of her fanny and sank down upon his rigid staff. He smiled, his eyes closing as his prick was gradually sheathed with her hot insides. She contracted and relaxed her muscles about the thickness of him as she took more and more of his length into her. The soft richness of her rump came to rest on his hips and she leaned her head back, slowly rolling on him, feeling his hardness press against her anal walls in slow turns. He thrust up suddenly and she had to grip the car seat to keep from falling. He bucked up into her ass, feeling the soft plushness bouncing against him.
He reached up and took hold of the erections of her nipples, tugging at them. She smiled with perverse joy at the almost painful pulling, pounding down against the hammering spire of his shaft. She gripped at his chest with one hand, the other pressing into her cunt, the heel grinding against her clit as the fingers curled in the slick furrow.
"Oh yeah, that feels so fucking good," she hissed with joy. "Jam that thing right through me."
"You've got a hungry cunt, ain't you?" he grunted, taking her breasts into his hands to roll them back against her chest.
"Just like you've a hungry prick," she grinned. "Works out right, doesn't it?"
He grinned, nodding as he jabbed hard. He sat up facing her and his tongue pressed between her lips to lash with hers. He lowered her back so that her knees pressed into her tits. She writhed beneath him, her ass lurching up at the lust-driven spike of his cock.
Gripping her hips, he lifted her with him as he rose up onto his knees. Keeping his shaft imbedded in her backside, he stood, lifting her from the seat so that her head was an inch above the dark leather. Turning so that they both faced the back of the convertible, he lowered her over the seat back, her belly to the leather, her ass lifted against the spindle of his cock.
"What're you?" she moaned. "A gymnast?"
"Hush up, woman," he said and leaned forward, bracing himself with his grip on the seat back as he deepened his mooring in her sweet ass.
He hooked the heels of his feet on the dashboard and began to grind his hips down against her raised fanny. He was as mindless as she of the possibility of passing traffic. She gripped the edge of the back seat, groaning at his buggering. Then she felt his right hand sliding over the backs of her thighs, moving toward the wet pink of her opened slit. He pressed three fingers into her channel, playing up against the churn of his prod.
Gillian screamed as a chain of orgasms ripped through her, leaving her gasping for breath. And still he kept twisting and bouncing his tool in her, his hand working up a lather in the silk purse of her cunny. Gripping the top of the seat with his left hand, he shifted his feet from the dashboard to the side door, turning himself on the spit of his cock. She gasped and moaned beneath him, feeling him turning her so that her feet dropped to the rear floor also.
Leaning forward into the front seat, Gillian raised her torso with her arms. Holding her hips in place, he began to pummel her ass with his hips, driving his prick in and out of her ass. She cried out again and again with orgasmic pleasure, her fingers digging into the leather. And then he sat back on the rear seat. Weak, she raised herself to turn toward him and smiled down at the sight of his still erect prick.
"Worn out?" she asked, leaning back against the front seat.
"Little bit," he nodded. "But I got to thinking how you hadn't got it all the ways you wanted," he smiled.
"Yeah," she nodded, remembering what she had said. "Yeah, between my tits."
"Beautiful tits they are," he smiled, slouching back so that his hips were at the edge of the seat.
She grinned, going to her knees between his spread legs. She leaned forward, gripping her tits in her hands and caught his prick between the firm softness of them. She began to work the silk smoothness of each breast toward each other, chafing his cock between. He reached forward and took the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, working them slowly as her tits rose and fell. He inhaled deeply at the easy rise of pleasure and turned his leg so that his foot was between her spread thighs. She bent her head forward and licked at the swollen bulb of his head as she felt his toes work into the feverish hive. She flexed her vaginal muscles around the wedge of his toes, drilling the tip of her tongue into the lips of his cock.
His grip tightened on her nipples, his mind flashing with the feel of her tits and tongue at his cock. He pressed back against the seat and he was coming, the blood pounding in his head, his jism jetting free. She opened her mouth, letting him shoot into it, droplets spattering her face. Then she was coming too, twisting against the toying of his foot. She pressed her lips around the base of his twitching trunk, her body shaking as she began to slide free of the fires of her orgasm.
They both went limp and he helped her up onto the back seat with him. They stretched out, satiated and she casually licked his come from around her mouth, catching the other drops on her fingertip to lick off.
"And for dessert, we've got my cunt," she grinned at him and drew the last of his sperm from her fingertip with her tongue tip.
That Saturday night, Gillian sat on the couch with Rob while Trish went into the kitchen to help Darla with the dinner.
"Darla told me how much pleasure you gave her," he smiled, never having talked with her before.
"And Trish told me what a fine cock you've got," she smiled back, looking down at his bulging cock. "Why don't we have a little before-dinner appetizer?" she suggested, unbuttoning her blouse.
"Sounds good," he said, removing his clothes as they went into the bedroom and they tumbled onto the bed, his tongue cleaving her moist cunny as her mouth devoured his prick.
In the kitchen, Trish sat on a stool watching Darla cut vegetables, admiring the way the woman's fanny swished under her dress. With a mischievous smile, Trish ran her fingers over a washed and skinned cucumber.
"Do you like cucumber sandwiches?" Trish asked and Darla glanced at her, a lascivious smile spreading her lips as she saw that the girl had hiked her skirt up over her naked cunt, the cucumber jutting out from her stretched slit like a pale cock.
"Sounds very tasty," Darla nodded and went to one knee before the stool, taking the end of the cucumber in her mouth to chew it, the resulting shifting of the mulchy column sending waves of arousal through Trish.
Burying her teeth in the vegetable, Darla pushed and pulled it as she removed her dress, her big tits bobbing, her coiled muff wet with desire. Naked, she jerked the cucumber loose and spat it aside as she overturned a bowl of pudding in the girl's gaping hive. Groaning, Trish slid from the stool as Darla began to lick the strawberry whipping from the copper ringlets. Stretching down alongside Darla's twisting body, she picked up the cucumber to turn the smooth end up into Darla's snatch and pressed her mouth down above it to tongue the woman's shimmering clit against the pumping of the organic dildo.
Darla laddled the love juice-flavored pudding from Trish's cunt, skimming the strawberry from the pink walls. She swallowed the thick mix, her lungs heaving as Trish moved the cucumber faster and faster, screwing it in and out as her tongue lapped her throbbing clit against it. She cried out, coming and her contracting twat forced the dildo slowly out. Her convulsing mouth sent Trish's cunny into paroxysms of ecstasy and they rolled together in a tight embrace, their sobbing mouths buried in each other's slit as they climaxed.
In the bedroom, Gillian licked at her dry lips, her head lolling back and forth as Rob's prick slid in and out, burying its thick length in her cunt, sliding almost free with an upward stroke that caressed her burning clit. His breathing ragged, his prick swelling with heat, he lowered his face to her tits, pulling the hard nipples between his lips, his hands pushing them up into his mouth as his tongue took over the arousal of her pink nubs. Her legs curled up to grip his sides, her hips thrusting her widened snatch up against the pistoning of his prod. Faster and faster. Her curled body beat against his. Quicker yet. They cried out. A blur. Flash. Explosion; implosion. Tumbling limply in tidal waves, washing up on golden sand, life returning to lungs and senses, easing from blissful dreams. Satisfaction.
They looked up as Darla entered with a tray, dressed only in a bibbed apron. Bending from the waist, she lowered the tray of food to the chair by the bed, her lush ass thrusting back and up. Wearing only a chef's hat, Trish followed, carrying a bottle of champagne and glasses.
"The main course, I believe," Trish said deeply, playing the pompous gourmet and Darla cut the sirloin into bite sizes, Trish filling Gillian's warm cunny with the pieces of meat. "And the sauce?" she asked and Darla laddled a covering of lukewarm sauce over his semierect cock and his balls. "And the artichoke," Trish nodded, placing the leaves atop Gillian's breasts as if the plant had unfolded there, the hearts crowning the hard nipples. "And we're ready to eat," she smiled, curling her legs under her on one side of the bed while Darla sat across from her, the bemused sister and husband between them.
Darla leaned forward and tongued a piece of steak loose from Gillian's warming fissure and sucked some sauce from Rob's prick. Trish licked an artichoke leaf from Gillian's tit and spooned some cream sauce into his navel to suck it in as she removed the leaf from its meat.
"The added seasoning's quite nice, don't you think?" Darla commented.
"Um, quite," Trish nodded and plucked a bite of meat from Gillian's slit with her teeth, adding some sauce from Rob's stiffening cock.
"Here, try some, dear," Darla said and took a piece of steak plus sauce in her mouth, passing it into Rob's mouth as they kissed.
by the end of their meal, the meat devoured from Gillian's snatch, the meat sauce licked and sucked from Rob's prick and nuts, the cream sauce from his navel and the artichokes from Gillian's breasts, the two of them were feverish with arousal. Gillian tore the apron from Darla's lush body and threw herself atop the woman, their tits crushing together, their splayed cunnies slipping hotly together, their mouths joined. Rob pulled Trish to him, her open slit sleeving his erect shaft as they embraced.
Licking Darla's nipples, Gillian stroked Rob's root beneath the writhing of his cock and Trish's hive. Rob turned his tongue with Darla's, his fingers plying Gillian's ass cheeks to diddle her. Darla caressed Trish's swinging tits as Trish stroked her clit against Gillian's. Their arms opened to embrace one another. Rob's cock pulled from Trish's snatch to thrust up Darla's. Gillian turned and her tongue swam in Trish's cunny, Darla's tongue flashing her clit as Rob's probed her channel. Gillian's fingers twisted in Rob and Darla's asses as Rob's finger churned in hers. Trish sucked on Darla's big tits and Rob's cock pumped back into her cunny, Trish's tongue licking it and her clit.
Their bodies writhing together, Trish groped out to the tray she had brought in and took hold of the opened champagne bottle. Pressing her thumb over the mouth, she shook it up and down and suddenly pulled her thumb away. The champagne gushed over Rob's balls and then into Darla's cunny, their bodies flashing at the jet of cold liquid. The champagne spilling over them all, Trish sat the bottle aside and they began to lick the liquid from one another, tongues flowing over pert nipples, big tits, round tits, auburn fur, copper ringlets, coiled ebony, swollen balls, uptilted ass cheeks and long legs. Rob's cock rose and fell, his back arching from the bed as three cunnies alternated at stroking him with hot grips. Their asses twisted upon thrusting, bobbing fingers. Gillian cried out and then Darla, their bodies bucking with release. Trish moaned as Rob's come blasted free of his cock, sending him into raptures of ecstasy and she pulled loose of his spasming shaft to let the thick jism spray over her and Darla's tits and over Gillian's belly. They licked the rich spend juice from each other and his cock grew hard again in Darla's mouth and erupted in Gillian's ass. They came till they could barely find the strength to move and then they slept, arms and legs entwined, cunnies and cock satiated, peaceful smiles on their lips.
CHAPTER NINE
"You know, it's been over a week since we've been alone like this," Trish murmured happily, turning her fingers in Gillian's damp slit, the two of them snuggled under the covers of Trish's bed.
"Uhm and a busy week it's been," Gillian smiled, touching her lips to Trish's as she rolled her sister's clit between her fingertips. "You gave your cherry up with Rob, I made love with Darla and then we made love with both of them," she whispered, her voice trembling as Trish's touch quickened the pulsing of her cunny. "We made it with the Boerne's, I seduced Fred, he seduced mom, we joined him and her, you balled and sucked off Hank and Alex, I retired from virginity with your help, made it with the hitchhiker," she gasped, her eyes glazed as she counted off the litany of their carnal quests.
"Rob, Hank, Carl, Fred, Alex, Darla, Jill, Eva and the hitchhiker," Trish groaned, her tongue curling out as her clit throbbed within Gillian's touch. "Wh-what d'you think'll hap-happen next?" she sighed, her body trembling.
"You're one-cock up-on me," Gillian gasped, writhing with her orgasm, kicking the sheet away from their supple young bodies, pink slits gulping around one another's hands. "We-" she began, only to cut off as the door opened, both of their heads jerking toward it in surprise.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" their father demanded as they pulled their wet hands from one another's cunt. "Get up," he directed sternly, "and march into my room."
Hesitantly, they stood, eyes downcast and moved past him, hands over their muffs, forearms over their tits. They hoped Jill would not feel compelled to confess her activities in order to defend them, though they felt fearful of Larry's anger at finding his daughters making love to each other.
"Jill, I've just caught Trish and Gillian fingering one another," he said sternly, closing the door behind them and they raised their eyes to Jill who was sitting up in bed, the covers just concealing her opulent tits. "You were telling me the truth-they're beautiful," he added and Jill let the covers drop with a grin, naked.
Blinking with surprised confusion, Trish and Gillian looked at one another and then turned back toward Larry. He stood grinning, his pajamas removed to reveal his engorged cock. Breaking into laughter, the girls hugged him, their tongues darting into his mouth as their fingers curled around his thick shaft.
"We were just watching the films of your un-birth-day party," he said, indicating the projector at the side of the room, "as Humpty Dumpty would've put it. Sorry I wasn't invited," he said, caressing her lush fanny.
"To her cherry jubilee?" Trish grinned, Jill moving to turn the projector back on.
Giving Larry's cock a loving kiss, Trish turned out the lights as Jill lit several candles and then joined Jill in the bed. Arms sliding around one another, blond hair meshing with strawberry blond, they softly kissed, the pert nubs of Trish's nipples touching the uplifted rings of Jill's. They stretched out, their kiss deepening and their legs curled together as they tenderly caressed one another's soft flesh.
Standing between the projector and screen, Gillian and Larry held each other tightly, their tongues drawing serpentine designs. An image of Gillian's face contoured to their bodies, her mouth opening to taste of her sister's shimmering cleft. Gillian curled one leg behind Larry's knee, her belly rolling his thick column against his stomach, her hands massaging his sides. Held between Trish's teeth, Carl's member eased into Gillian's fluttering nest, the film image flowing across Gillian and Larry's faces, the rigid shaft seeming to extend from her head to be encased in his. Larry's palm slid up from the silky cushions of her derriere to the downy small of her back, his face lowering to taste her ripe young breasts. She nibbled at his shoulder, murmuring as his lips opened and closed around her nipples, the edges of his teeth grazing them as his tongue flowed over their tips. Images of Jill and Eva's mouths supping on her swollen tits. She leaned back, supported by his hands and her leg around his. His cock lowered from his stomach, the bulbous head easing down her quivering belly, approaching the auburn fur. Images of her ass rolling atop the thick spindle of Fred's cock, her cunny throbbing around Carl's pumping rod, Trish's mouth pressing her clit down against it. His kisses moving down below her breasts, Larry eased one hand down to her thigh, the other remaining against the shallow of her back and he lifted her leg from the floor, the other tightening around his. Images of Gillian's hands clutching in Jill and Eva's cunnies as her own blazed hotly. She gasped as Larry's head nuzzled into the top of her slit, brushing against the hot pearl of her clit. Her legs curled around his waist, her arms around his neck as his cock held on the edge of her channel. Her head lolled back, her hair flowing and she groaned as he continued to kiss her breasts, as his head balanced. And she caught her breath as he slid up into her, her legs tightening, her cunny shivering around the thickness filling her, moving up within the cauldron of her sex. She pulled herself to him and her lips ground against his, her tongue whipping in his mouth, her hips twisting on the churning skewer of his prod, her breasts pulling back and forth across his chest. Image of Gillian's face, her mouth widening, her eyes shut, her nostrils flaring, her forehead lining as she came. Her hips rolled against his,-her arms clutching him tightly, her vaginal muscles stroking her father's flexing cock.
Trish kissed her mother's closed eyes, her fingers buried in her hair. The candle light flowed and wavered over their satiny flesh, glimmering in Jill's fleecy underbelly and in Trish's soft ringlets, refracting from the dewy moistness of their love juices. Jill languidly drew her opened lips over the soft orbs of her daughter's breasts, her hot breath quavering the smooth flesh and pulling the pert nubs even more erect. Trish's fingers played in the pale down of her abdomen and eased into the white-gold curlings of her lower belly and cunny, her open hand flexing against the silky pelt, the heel rolling the pulsing pearl within her slit. Jill's eyelids pressed closed, her nostrils opening as she inhaled deeply, pleasure lapping at her mind.
The shadow of their joined bodies thrown upon the movie screen, Larry and his daughter groaned into each other's mouth, their loins thrusting and rocking together, his prick throbbing in the shimmering electricity of her slit. An image of Gillian crying out into her sister's snatch, her body arching as she came. Larry's hands clutched her sweet ass, his cock thrusting against his grip. An image of Jill and Eva's faces twisted with ecstasy as they climaxed. Gillian clutched her legs and relaxed them around his hips, shoving herself down on his hardness, dragging herself up his thickness, screwing down around his length. Memory of the hitchhiker's cock pumping between her tits, his come erupting. She grabbed at Larry's shoulders, her body shuddering with mounting orgasms. Image of her hips convulsing between Fred and Carl's, their pricks shooting off within her. She cried out into Larry's mouth and they swayed drunkenly, her cunny grabbing and jerking on his engorged sex. Image of come shooting up, cock gripped in her softness. Her head went back. Image and memory and that instant overlapping into a whirlpool of cock-cunt-f a c e reacting-come-breasts-cunt-come-come-c o me-come-come ever faster, blood pounding, senses reeling, everything spinning into space, body possessed by carnal hysteria, his cock leaping within her, his come flooding her, Jill and Trish crying out, cunnies fusing, Larry crying out, her own voice crying out, come rising like lava with tendrils and droplets, candle light and projector light, film and juices, images and memory floating away, the present moment coming up, coming, coming, flesh burning, hands gripping, toes curling, legs holding, spasming pleasure, shared pleasure, pleasure easing, soothing, gentling, letting her down slow and easy, drifting softly with him, with her and her, all four smiling, recovering together, returning together.
"Yeahh-h," Gillian exhaled softly, her eyes glazed.
Smiling, Jill touched her lips to Gillian's, then to Larry's. Finally, Trish got up to turn off the projector, the film having run out long ago.
"And to think that Gil and I were wondering what would happen next," Trish laughed with a shake of her head.
"Thank heaven for the pill," Gillian suddenly giggled.
"Of course, I know what I want to happen next," Trish purred as she lay down beside Larry and she gave his slack cock a squeeze.
"Seems strange all of us here and Don oblivious to sex," Jill commented.
"Yeah, I thought of that too," Trish nodded. "How come he isn't following in your cockprints?" she asked Larry playfully.
"I wasn't out of town for nothing one night, was I?" he grinned toward Jill.
"You're evading the question," she grinned back.
"So're you."
"I think-" Gillian began, cutting off at the sound of a knock at the door.
The four exchanged looks of curiosity and they watched the door open to reveal a totally naked Don.
"Say, could you keep the noise down in here?" he asked.
Behind him stood a statuesque woman in her late twenties, as naked as Don. Ash blond hair curled over her shoulders, her big breasts rising and falling, her waist slender and hips wide and at the juncture of her long, shapely legs her cunt was a hairless, plump mound.
"Uh ... sure," Larry finally nodded, as awestruck as the others.
"Thanks, dad," Don nodded. "Night," he added as he closed the door behind him and the nearly six foot tall woman.
Larry, Jill and the girls slowly turned their heads to look at one another and they suddenly fell back, rolling with laughter.
