The name plaque beside the apartment door was upside down as was the name it bore: Rita Norman. Guy Cambridge rang the bell and a moment later the door opened to reveal Rita, a petite blonde with an impishly beautiful face. A towel hung around her neck, draping over the firm spheres of her breasts, just covering the nipples. The zipper of her tennis shorts was opened, revealing the top of her golden pubic thatch.
"Yes?" she smiled without concern for the exposure of her full tits, trim waist and pert belly, long legs and soft tufts of cunt hair.
"Is Christine here?" he asked, warming to the rise and fall of her lush, lightly tanned breasts. His cock hardened.
"My name's Rita," she said, her eyes slowly rising from the hard mound pressing out against his slacks.
"Your roommate then?" he smiled, noting the way the light gleamed in the gold coils of her snatch. His prick throbbed hotly.
"No, I live here quite alone and my name's Rita," she said, her voice a warm purr.
"Damn, I must've gotten the wrong address," he frowned. "Though that could be argued," he smirked, his eyes dropping along the lush curves of her body.
"Would you like to use the phone or something?" she asked, stepping back to hold the door open for him.
"Thanks," he nodded, watching as the towel swung to the side to expose the edge of one pink nipple.
He moved across to the phone, wondering how obvious his erection was. She moved to a small bar as he dialed and raised two glasses. He nodded with a smile and she poured. The second glass overflowed slightly.
"Shit," she muttered and pulled the towel from her neck to dry the top of the bar.
He swallowed at the sudden uncovering of her tits. They were perfect spheres without the slightest sag and her indented nipples sat atop fat little aureoles of the palest pink. His cock pressed out against his slacks, the shaft a long mound, the edge of the head clearly lined against the cloth. She smiled at the bulge as she lifted the glasses.
Having rung his own number, there was no answer. He shrugged, hung up and took the offered glass. They both took a drink and he feasted his eyes on the perfection of her large tits and the pout of her belly above the golden curls.
"You can wait here if you'd like to try calling again," she said, brushing her hair back from her face. "I was about to take a shower, so if you'll excuse me?" she said, putting down her glass.
"Of course," he nodded with a smile.
She turned and moved through the open doorway to her bedroom. Guy moistened his lips, watching her saucy ass swing beneath the thin fabric of her shorts. She stopped at the bathroom door and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the shorts. He took a swallow of his drink as she bent away from him, the cloth sliding off her ass, its twin cheeks full and soft. She straightened, kicking the shorts away. Her ass quivered deliciously and Guy chewed at the inside of his lip. She walked forward into the bathroom, her long legs swinging loosely, her fanny flicking from side to side. When she was out of sight, Guy turned away with a deep breath and took a large gulp of his drink.
He listened to the sound of her shower and glanced around the room. A blouse and bra lay on the couch. He lifted the bra, noting the 40-B tag and pressed one of the lace cups to his face. He inhaled the musky scent of her flesh and perfumes. His cock twitched in his slacks. He dropped the bra and glanced down at his quite evident erection.
"Say, I forgot my drink," Rita called from the shower. "Could you get it for me?"
He lifted the glass and went into her bedroom, noting the large water bed. He stepped hesitantly into the bathroom. She pulled the shower curtain partly open, holding it against the doorframe with one hand so that he could see one arm and leg. She held her hand out for the glass and accidentally lost her grip on the curtain.
"Oops," she whispered, glancing down at her exposed body. "I hope I didn't embarrass you," she said, looking up through her eyelashes seductively.
"Uh, no," he said, his eyes on the warm tan of her body, the beads of water gleaming like drops of quicksilver on her lush curves, her pink and erect nipples, her blonde bush slickened against the ripe swells of her cunt cheeks.
"I'm glad," she smiled, taking the glass from his hand to sip at it. Her eyes touched at the rod rising beneath his pants. "Say, what've you got in your pocket? Looks like it wants out," she said and leaned forward to scratch her fingertips under the head of his throbbing prick as if it were a living creature. "Won't daddy let you out to play?" she cooed to it. "Poor baby."
She straightened to take another drink, sliding her free hand over the hillocks of her tits. Guy's breath was heavy as he watched her pluck absently at one of her erect nipples.
"You look all hot and bothered," she said. "Would you like to take a shower before you try phoning again?"
His mouth dry, Guy quickly removed his shirt. In a moment he was naked, his cock standing out like a flagpole. She licked her lips and reached out to stroke its under length.
"Don't you feel better now?" she whispered to it. "Would you like a shower too? Good. I'll help you wash," she grinned and gripped it in her hand, tugging to draw Guy into the shower.
He was a more than willing prisoner being drawn into the cell of the stall. His tool was throbbing in her grip and he reached out to touch the swollen globes of her breasts, squeezing their resilience, stroking the nipples with his palms.
"Now, now," she chided softly. "I promised him a wash," she said, setting her drink down to take up a bar of soap. "Didn't I, sweetheart?" she cooed to his cock as she went to one knee before him.
She released him and worked up a hand full of suds. Putting the soap aside, she cupped her hands around his cock, letting the suds caress softly, bubbles expanding and breaking against the hypersensitive flesh of his shaft. He reached out to place his hand against the shower wall for support, feeling Bickerings of rapture beginning to build in his cock. The water beat down against his back and he leaned his head back into it.
Fingers joined and palms toward one another, her hands began to close into the position for prayer, his lathered cock between them. Pursing her full lips, she blew a stream of cool air against the lips of his prick-head, her hands just touching the sides of his shaft, her fingertips against his pubic hair. He opened his mouth, letting the water trickle over his lips, flashes of pleasure closing his eyes.
He looked down at her as she began to slide her palms over his shaft in counterpoint, her breath clearing the tip of his knob so that she could touch the point of her tongue to the minute mouth. Her hair fell around her shoulders and over the ripe swells of her tits. Kneeling on one leg, her slit was parted and he could see the moist pink of her cunt lips. He sucked air as her hands began to move faster, her pursed lips pressed against his head to suck at his lips.
"Oh, you're getting to be such a big boy," she smiled toward his cock, her hands turning to grip his shaft, one fist over the other without breaking her rhythm. "Just how long are you, king snake? Um-m," she whispered, running the fingers of one hand down under his cock, following it through to the flesh of his scrotum and under the arch of his body to massage his root "Where ever do you end?" she cooed, her fingers massaging his cock and root and then continuing on to the base of his ass.
He flattened his hand against the shower wall. His body became dizzy with ecstasy as her fingers caressed tightly along his throbbing cock and worked up between his ass cheeks to diddle against his anus. He spread his legs wide as she moved under him, sitting on her spread calves, her slit open to the water running down into it. She turned her head so she could kiss at his root, catching it lightly between her teeth, one finger coating itself with soap to return to his ass. The finger slid around his buttocks and then pressed against the puckered mouth of his anus. He stretched out his other arm, bracing himself against the walls, his eyes closed to the hot shivers she sent raging up from his cock, his root, his prostate.
Her tongue lapped warmly along his root and up between his buttocks. She kneaded his prick between thumb and fingertips. She shifted under him and her other hand began to gently fondle his balls. Her tongue pressed against his anus, squirming in and up.
With legs spread, arms out, his body was arched forward with his head back, the needle point spray washing over his face, muting the ecstasy enough to keep it bearable in its intensity. He could feel his prostate quivering in anticipation of her churning tongue. His balls felt swollen with hot, broiling come. The water streamed over his lips and into his open mouth.
Her tongue burrowed and her fingers writhed and he groaned above her, his hips undulating with the quaking flashes of rapture she was creating. She gripped the base of his root just below his ass in one hand, the top of his cock in the other and pulled in opposite directions as if trying to straighten the natural curvings, her mouth working furiously at his ass, her tongue buried deep. His prostate tremored in response and his balls pulsed and suddenly he could feel his orgasm straining for freedom, his spend broiling and raging toward his cock, flashing through his shaft to spew from the lips of its head. He gasped at the strength of his climax and swayed drunkenly above her. Her hands and mouth seemed to aid him in balancing, as his legs went limp for a moment.
Slowly, he began to regain his composure, his eyes blinking open to see his gizzum slowly oozing down the shower curtain. She moved beneath him and stood up against him, grinning mischievously.
"I hope you take good care of him," she said, pressing her body against his.
"Only the best for him," he smiled, his energy returning as she ground her tits against his chest, her slit against his softening member.
"Do you like my titties?" she asked, leaning back from the waist so he could look down at their perfection. The nipples were standing up hard.
"They're the most beautiful I've ever seen," he said with all honesty.
"I saved them for you to wash," she grinned and handed him the soap.
He worked up a lather between his palms and she took the bar back. He curved his hands, gradually moving them in to encase her tits; her nipples grew hard against his palms. Very slowly, he began to rotate his hands over the wet orbs and she purred with pleasure, holding his hips for support. Her quim twitched against the flaccid length of his prick.
Her breasts foamed with soap; he began to draw his fingers and thumbs in toward her nipples, rotating his hands back and forth. He caught the rims of her fat little aureoles in the rings of his fingers and thumbs, nurturing them. Her hands tightened on his hips; her pelvis twisted against his cock. The circles tightened and he held the rubbery extensions of her nipples, rubbing and nipping them. She moaned, her head back.
He leaned back against the shower wall, passing under the fall of the water and moved her under it. The spray pelted her lush tits, the soap streaming from them. He released one nipple and lowered his face to it He sucked it slowly, easing the whole of it between his lips, his tongue buffing the pursed tip as his lips worked the shaft in a sliding motion. She slid her hands up his back, her fingers curled to drag her nails over his flesh.
He moved his free hand down over her stomach until his fingertips entered the top of her hot slit. He found the rise of her clit and began to caress the covering flesh away, allowing the hard nub of flesh to extend. He brushed the tip of one finger over its point and she gasped ecstatically. Nuzzling her nipple between the edges of his teeth, he opened his mouth to cover her aureole. His teeth opened, leaving the pink bud to his tongue and he began to suck as much of her breast into his mouth as he could hold. His center finger pulsed against the point of her clit. He gripped the erect nub between two other fingers, lightly rolling it between them.
Letting go of her other breast, he moved his hand down her side and to her fanny, gripping one cheek to work his fingertips along the lower inside rim. His tongue lashed at her nipple, his mouth contracting around the satin soft fullness of her tit. His fingers nurtured the bloom of her clit, filling her channel with a lava-hot heat. The fingers of his other hand pressed down against the base of her slit. Her hands gripped his back tightly as she kissed at the top of his head while the water streamed over their naked flesh. His cock began to twitch back to life against her thigh and she gave a little cry of delight
Her cunt began to grip at his hand, twitching feverishly. He supported her with his arms and she leaned against his shoulder, swaying with the electric shocks of pleasure erupting in her pussy. He drew in his cheeks, tightening his grip on her tit and began to pull his face slowly away, drawing the flesh taut and pulling her tit out from her body as he gradually let it slide free of his lips. She made small animal sounds of joy deep in her throat as his mouth began to close toward the arching rise of her nipple. The tension was sending shivers of delight through her as his hands stroked and worked at her slit turning her clit into a blazing bolt
Gripping her nipple between his lip-buffered teeth, he continued to pull his face back, stretching the stiff stalk out until it snapped free. She grunted with the momentary relief of the pleasure consuming her. But just as quickly the pulsating warmth in her cunt was spreading out in a flesh fire that set her hips into a writhing and jerking life of their own.
"Your cock. I want your cock in me. Quick, before I come," she gasped, clutching for his erect prick.
He shifted and her fingers clutched at his engorged shaft, pushing his fingers away with it as she aimed it into her moist slit. He clutched her fanny with both hands, bracing her as he arched to slide his cock up into the throbbing hive of her cunt and it gripped at him hungrily as he slid in to the hilt. Her hips began to buck against his as she twisted herself on the skewer of his tool.
His one hand returned to the top of her slit and he gripped her clit again, but this time he began to rub it down against the base of his burrowing shaft. She cried out, her fingers digging into his back.
"Oh, shit! Yes, oh yes," she gasped deliriously, her words slurring into sensual babblings. Light flashed behind her closed eyelids and she was twisting and bucking against him, her cunt stuttering against his prod in an effort to impale herself. She gave a little scream and suddenly went tense. Her eyes opened wide, her mouth agape as her orgasm held at its peak. Then it burst, shaking her and she almost fainted, collapsing against him.
He lifted her up in his arms and carried her to her bed. He laid her down, then got a towel from the bathroom. Sitting beside her, he began to caress the length of her body through the towel, his hands opening and closing over the rises and falls of her flesh, paying particular attention to her breasts and cunt. He buffered the cherry rises of her nipples and eased the cloth up and down between the dewy lips of her slit until she began to murmur with pleasure.
"I think I need another drink," she whispered breathlessly.
He returned the towel to die bathroom, picking up their drinks along the way. She sat up against the pillows at the head of her bed to take a drink, the water bed shifting sensuously beneath them. His cock was beginning to thicken slightly.
"You never did complete your phone call, did you?" she asked, caressing his thigh with her free hand.
"Decided I had the right address after all," he grinned and looked down to watch her fingertips massage the head of his hardening prick.
"Me too," she smiled, setting her glass on the floor.
"You're not concerned about having to clean off your shower curtains?" he asked, running the cold bottom edge of his glass over the top of one of her erect nipples.
"I'll save it for dinner," she smiled. "How about another drink?" she asked, looking down at the glass rotating over her nipple.
He returned the glass to his lips and filled his mouth with it. A drop of moisture trickled down from her nipple, moving along the tan under curve of her tit as he put his glass on the floor. He leaned forward, touching his lips to hers and she opened her mouth. She leaned her head back and he parted his lips to share the drink, letting the scotch flow into her mouth. Her hand squeezed at his erect cock and he covered her muff, slipping his center finger into her hot slit.
She closed her lips, lolling the liquor in her mouth as he raised back up to make his fingering easier. She lowered her head toward her tits, pursing her lips and suddenly sprayed the liquor over the lush globes in a fine mist. She looked up with a mischievous smile. The clear liquid glistened on the tops of her breasts, droplets easing down her firm curves with one slowly sliding to the bottom of one nipple and quivering there for a moment before dropping to her stomach.
"I didn't want to take all your drink," she whispered, her fingers working the flesh of his cock up and down.
He smiled at her for a moment, his fingers caressing her cunt lips. Pressing his fingers up into the hot softness of her slit, he slid his thumb up under her clit, bobbing the erect nub steadily. He lowered his face to her tits and began to lick the scotch mist from them. She groaned happily and he began to flick his tongue over the full orbs, covering them until only her nipples gleamed with liquid. Opening his lips, he lowered his mouth to one nipple, breathing hotly against it and suddenly closed tight around the rubbery bud, pulling back with a hard suck. She gasped and he did the same to her other nipple.
He lifted his face to hers and they kissed feverishly. She guided his cock toward the hot opening of her cunt and he slid his fingers up to replace his thumb beneath her hard clit. The swollen knob of his cock eased between the lips of her slit, nuzzling into the humid softness and she moved her hand down to cup his balls. He slowly undulated his hips, nuzzling the velvet soft knob in the damp furls. Her tongue curled wetly with his, her fingertips pressing to either side of his root behind his balls. She ran her tongue under his, pressing her upper lip down atop it so that she could suck on it. Their breathing was deep.
She tightened her vaginal muscles and her cunt lips plucked at the head of his cock. His weight on his elbow, Guy slid his free hand up to caress her breasts, his other continuing to nurture her clit. Her back arched and her breasts thrust up against his caressing palm.
He bobbed his hips and his cock head pushed into the grip of her shifting cunt lips, only to withdraw with a pop. Again and again his cock teased her hungry cunt, giving it a taste and then removing it. She nibbled at his lips, her fingers kneading the mound of his root. His palm caressed the tips of her nipples.
Her cunny caught the head of his cock again, but he did not pull it free. Going no deeper, he sighed at the sensation of her snatch sucking at him and began to rotate his hips in a wide arc. Her tongue washed over his lips as his cock pivoted at the edge of her cunt. Her breathing was labored, her tits rising and falling beneath his hand. The wet furls caressed the hypersensitive texture of his glands and his nostrils flared at the tingling heat that ran the length of his cock.
He tightened and contracted his root and his prick twitched upward, the fat bulb working up in the scabbard of her slit. She sucked his lower lip between hers, her tongue lashing at it as her hands worked behind his balls. His head nudged her clit's cleft and the hot node slipped between the lips of his cock. They both stiffened at the surge of rapture that blazed through his shaft and up through her clit. The already erect length of her passion button extended yet farther, pushing up inside his cock as he began to pivot it again.
She groaned as the soft wetness of his tube turned around on the sizzling node of her clit. Her back arched as her head pushed back against the pillows and she cried out with a sudden orgasm that hit her like a giant wave. The water bed surged with her movement, and thrust up under her fanny to drive her clit into his cock even deeper. Her hands clutched the arch of his body, tears spilling from her eyes.
As the bed began to grow still, she began to ease out of the semiconscious shock of her orgasm. At that moment, Guy pulled back and thrust down. His cock pressed into her slit. She gave a sharp animal sound of lust and he was tilting up, his thick shaft running up inside her hot gash. The soft slickness of her cunt walls caressed his cock as he buried it within the quicksand tug of her underbelly.
He began rolling his hips, churning in the hot pudding of her slit and the water bed began rolling beneath them, pushing her hips up and down against his cock. She licked at his ear, her hands clutched his rump. He began sliding in and out of her in time to the pulsing of the bed, playing against its up-thrusts. His balls felt swollen with come, his flesh burning with a fever of arousal. He caught one of her hard nipples in his mouth, sucking hard on it. Supporting himself on his elbows, he cupped the full globes of her tits in his hands. She bit at his throat, caught up in the voluptuous tremors of her cunny.
Sweat broke out on his forehead and his shoulder muscles stood out in relief. He could feel the heat pulsing in his balls.
The bed rolled under her fanny, sending chills of joy up between her lush nether cheeks. Her snatch clung to his pumping cock and her hips thrashed. She pressed her tits into his hands, her nipple against his suckling mouth. She breathed in short gasps, feeling an orgasm mounting in the raging depths of her cunt, building to explode.
His blood pounded against his ears and his mouth opened wide against her tit. His hips trembled as they rose and fell, moving faster and faster in the tight grip of her twat. His lower hp pulled across her nipple as he gasped, feeling the restraints falling, feeling every nerve ending sizzling. His eyes pressed tightly closed against the overwhelming raptures that racked his body. His hands tightened on the sweet weights of her tits. Her hips began to stutter against his as her orgasm flared. His body arched and he threw back his head. Her hips began to buck her tight cunt around his still plunging cock. He could hear her moans mixing with his, could feel the quaking union of their groins. She screamed. His breath caught as he felt his gizzum break free somewhere within him. Her body writhed against his, the bed rolling and thrashing beneath them. His breath squeezed hoarsely from his throat and then his body locked as his spend exploded free to jet through his cock.
His mind and body fused in the volcanic release and there was only the enormous ecstasy, weightless and pure. There was only the pulsing deep within her cunt, cock and slit blurring together in their minds. There was only a perfect erotic joy and that was more than enough.
CHAPTER TWO
"You sure do have a good cock," Rita smiled at Guy. "And it keeps getting better and better," she said, licking his and her blended spend from his softened prick.
"You've got an awful talented snatch. It's like a hand, you've got it trained so well," he grinned.
Guy and Rita had lived together a few years earlier, separating by friendly mutual agreement, both desiring more freewheeling action. Yet, having rarely found anyone else that could compare with the other sexually, they had a method of action. They would not see one another for sexual reasons any more often than once a month and for no longer than a week. The upside down name card was the signal that they were free.
Rita sucked all of his flaccid cock into her mouth, sucking every bit of their fluids from it and then she fell asleep. He smiled down at her, his prick hanging on her full lower lip. Taking a cigarette from the bedside table, he lit it and lay back, thinking back to the earlier events in the day.
Guy worked in a sound and camera store located in a plushly modern shopping complex. Being Monday, the day had started out slowly and the other salesman on duty had gone out to get coffee for the both of them. With the store empty and knowing Bob would be spending some time flirting with the coffee shop girls, Guy had begun to adjust a new lens on his own camera. And then the store door opened and Guy had been unsure where his eyes should begin in their feasting.
She wore jeans that were so tight and so thinned by wear that they seemed to have been sprayed on, clinging to shapely legs, full hips and to a lush pubic mound. High, pert breasts trembled with her movement beneath a thin, patterned blouse of a highly transparent fabric. Her face was of an innocent beauty, but her eyes glowed seductively while waist-length auburn hair swirled to her waist. She smiled, turning to glance at a video tape unit and her high and plump buttocks quivered delectably against the tissue thin backside of her jeans. As she turned to the side, the light from behind her silhouetted her tits beneath the blouse. Guy had felt his cock leap tautly to attention beneath his slacks.
Glancing down at his crotch, Guy smiled at the obvious bulge of his erect tool and moved to offer assistance to the beautiful young customer. Her age was hard to place, but he guessed it was between fifteen and eighteen and hoped for a good legal eighteen, but not really caring all that much.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"Um," she nodded with a sly smile, her eyes turning to his face and then glancing down. "Yes, I think so. I'd like to look at those lenses back over where you were standing?"
"Of course," he nodded, stepping aside to walk with her, inhaling deeply of her rich scent. "Any particular one?"
"I'd like to just look them over, if that's okay?" she asked as they reached the end of the counter, her nipples a hazy pink against the thin stuff of her blouse.
"Sure," he nodded with a smile, noting the way her nipples thumbed out hard against the cloth.
She moved behind the counter. He watched her slip a lens from its case, holding it up to the light for examination. She lowered it, focusing her eye through it as it pointed at his phallic bulge.
"Do you just deal in the equipment, or are you active?" she asked, looking up from the lens. "I like men who're involved with the use of their tools,"
"Oh, I think a tool should be used with a feeling for its subject," he smiled, their eyes spelling out the meanings of their double-entendres.
"I thought you would," she smiled and slid the pointed tip of her tongue between her full lips, the lens dropping from her fingers to the carpet.
They both knelt down to reach for the undamaged lens, hidden from view by the counter. Her fingers touched the back of his hand caressingly, her eyes on his. He leaned forward and her lips met his, moist and open, her tongue sliding into his mouth. He reached up with his free hand and unbuttoned the top half of her blouse. Her mouth twisted lustingly to his, her hand gripping his thigh, her fingernails sliding up toward the hard meat of his cock.
He slid the pliant dome of her tit free of her blouse, feeling its satin softness. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple, a long jut of pink standing out from the paler pink of her aureole.
Her fingers spread and contracted and her hand covered his rock hard cock, squeezing it firmly as her tongue washed over his. He slid his hand up her jeaned thigh, his thumb coming to rest against the mound of her cunt. He pressed his thumb against the heat he could feel through the cloth, into the soft yield of her opened slit as she spread her knees.
She yanked at his pants, unsnapping them and unzipping his fly. As his cock sprung free, he was no longer aware of where he was. Her fingers wrapped around his pulsing shaft, working up against the head's base, shoving flares of sensual heat through his loins.
He popped the snap of her jeans free and worked the zipper down to reveal soft auburn ringlets and the top of her gash, pink and moist, her clit sliding free of the furls to stand free. It was the largest clit he had ever encountered and he looked down from his kiss to see the erect node extending the length of the first two joints of his little finger and just as thick but tapering down to a blunted point.
She sucked hard on his tongue as he gripped her long clit between his fingertips and thumb, stroking it. Her fingers worked under his cock and down to the base and she scooped his balls free of his slacks, weighing his large gonads in the palm of her hand, rolling them gently back and forth. His tongue pressed into her mouth and he slid a finger down under her long clit to curl it up into her snatch. His other hand tightened on her swollen tit, his fingers indenting the soft flesh as her nipple scraped against his palm.
Their mouths parted, their breathing heavy and she sat back against her heels. She looked down at his cock, clutching its thick length in one hand, cupping his balls in the other. Her tongue slid between her lips again. He continued fondling her clit between forefinger and thumb, his other fingers in the hot wetness of her cunt
"You like my tool?" he smiled.
"Yeah," she nodded. "Yeah, I think it's just what I want-what I need."
"I like what you've got too," he smiled.
"Good. Some dudes don't dig my clit. It freaks them or something. Makes them think they're doing a thing with a guy or something," she laughed. "No security."
"No brains either, if they think you resemble a man in any way."
"That's what I think too," she laughed softly. "But there's-" and she cut off, both of them turning at the sound of the shop door hissing open and closed. "Customer," she whispered. "Best see to business-the business not at hand." She smiled, giving his cock a squeeze.
Regretfully, he nodded agreement and started to fasten his slacks, but she shook her head, keeping her grip on his prod. Letting go of his balls, she fastened the clasp and motioned that he should stand. He hesitated a moment grinned and stood.
"May I be of help, ma'am?" he asked the attractive young woman before him, the counter covering him from the waist down along with the girl.
"Yes, my husband has been interested in getting a Nikon camera and I'd like to get him one as a gift," she smiled. She was a very pretty young redhead with pointed tits shoving a tank shirt out from her body, a very short skirt clinging to her hips.
"Any, uh, particular kind?" he asked and almost groaned as the girl's mouth sucked in the head of his cock, pulling his shaft straight down. He nudged at her with his foot, but she kept at it, sending delightful flashes of pleasure through his body.
"Well, I'm not really sure. Thirty-five something," she smiled warmly, her eyebrows raised questioningly at the unexplained strain in his voice and expression.
"Yes, right. A particular price range?" he gulped with an odd grin, the girl's mouth moving up so that his shaft was being massaged by her indrawn cheeks, her tongue lashing his prick's head. He swallowed hard, trying to control his appearance, wondering where the hell Bob was with the coffee. Bob would love this customer. Hell, he could ball her behind the other counter. He gripped the edge of the counter.
"Are you feeling all right?" the woman asked sympathetically. "You look a bit ... feverish."
"Uh, touch of malaria. Yes, malaria. Picked it up in the Pacific," he ad-libbed through gritted teeth.
"Oh, how terrible," the woman cooed. "You should be at home in bed."
"Yes," he nodded earnestly. "In bed. But I'm-okay. Say, here's the price guide. Have a look," he said quickly, pushing the list toward her. The girl had her mouth clamped tight around his throbbing prick, sucking hard, her hands playing with his balls. He could feel his eyes rolling upward, his brain clouding with ecstasy.
"Oh Jeez, but you're beautiful," he blurted out, losing contact with the idea of selling anything, of being in the store, of risking being fired, of risking arrest.
"Wh-what?" the woman blinked, startled. "Why, that's sweet of you," she smiled, suddenly connecting his expression with that of a man on the verge of an orgasm. She was stunned at the idea of a man reduced to such a state by just looking at her. "You're very handsome," she smiled shyly and touched his cheek.
He blinked his eyes open, startled into pulling back from his flash point and realized what he had said and how she had taken it. He extended his trembling hand to her cheek and leaned forward over the counter to draw her face to his. The woman's lips parted quickly and his tongue caressed hers, his hands clasping her sides to move up under her tits.
Somewhere in his brain, a voice screamed that this was insane, that the manager would come from her office, or a passerby would see what was happening, or ... The rest of him told the voice to screw off.
The woman moaned into his mouth as his hands encased her breasts, pinching at the pointed tips through her blouse. His nuts felt like they would explode at any moment and suddenly the girl's mouth was freeing him, her hands leaving his balls. He blinked and turned the woman so he could glance down. The girl grinned up at him, laying on her back so that she could squirm free of her jeans, her wet pubic bush thrust up at him. Kicking the jeans away, she opened her blouse the rest of the way, her breasts resting firmly on her chest.
He wondered what the hell she was doing, if she thought he could get this woman down with them for a three-way. The girl smiled up, spreading her thighs to bear the pink slit of her cunny and he realized she was right. The woman was letting herself be felt up in public and could hardly protest farther than leaving. He pulled her up onto the counter.
The girl grinned and reached up to unsnap his slacks. She pulled them down to his ankles and he raised his feet for her to remove them along with his shoes. The woman writhed atop the counter, her skirt pulling up over lavender panties. Glancing toward the door, he swept his arm under her knees and lowered her to the floor beside the girl. She opened her legs, pulling him down atop her. Her eyes blinked open as her leg brushed against another softly fleshed leg.
"What's-" she blurted, staring into the girl's face with confusion.
"It's our special get acquainted sale," the girl grinned and kissed the woman on the mouth.
Guy stared down, his weight pinning the woman as she struggled against the lesbian kiss. He decided that it was now over, only to see the woman suddenly embrace the girl, their tongues darting back and forth.
He moved back and opened the woman's skirt. She lifted her fanny from the carpet so that he could slide the skirt and her panties off. A plume of cinnamon colored floss decorated her cunt and the damp pink lips parted. The girl's hands pushed the tank top over her breasts and he removed her bra to expose her cone shaped tits, the tips a rosy red. He and the girl each took one to caress and his fingers caught the girl's long clit again.
Guy wondered which was to be first. Or if he would have time for both and if they were going to be able to continue without being interrupted. He wished Bob would return to cover for him with any other customers.
The woman and girl disengaged their mouths, their tongues darting out for a last taste. They smiled at one another, a mysterious smile of female complicity. They turned their faces to look up at him, still smiling but now with a cunning lasciviousness. They each extended a hand to gently hold a ball each in their fingertips. Hot tendrils burned up his nerve endings, his already stiff cock swelling even fuller.
They looked at each other again and the girl nodded. Letting go of his testicle, she scooted back as the woman pulled him down beside her. Letting them take the lead, he rolled over beneath the woman, his hands burnishing the stiff pointed cones of her tits. The girl behind their heads, she smiled as they kissed, the woman pulling her legs up alongside his hips so that she could straddle them.
The woman sat up, his cock pinned under the hot under arch of her body. She rubbed her palms over his hard nipples and tore her nails down over his chest and stomach. She rose up and gripped his cock with both hands, chafing it between them. His shoulders pressed back as she set his prick afire with her hands. Then she was introducing his prick between her spread cunt lips and suddenly she sat down, spearing herself on his ramrod. They both groaned as his prick head nudged her cervix and he felt her warm secretions flowing down his tool. The woman opened her eyes, took a deep breath and smiled at the girl.
He looked back to see the girl kneeling behind him, his eyes were staring into the pink dampness of her cleaved cunny, the auburn ringlets fluffed out from the plump cheeks. He raised his eyes to see her smiling down at him, her fingers tweaking her erect nipples. The woman began to churn her cunt upon his twisting cock and his eyes dropped back to the girl's cunt, seeing the long clit stretching out. He reached back, gripped her hips in his hands and pulled her toward him.
She pushed herself forward as directed, kneeling over his face and he slid his arms behind her legs. Her knees pressing against the woman's, she sat back, her cunt coming down over his mouth and she leaned forward to aid him. He sluiced his tongue up into her moist twat and marveled at the honey sweet taste of her. She arched toward the woman and he sucked in her long clit, tonguing its tip as he tightened his lips around the slender shaft. She moaned above him.
The girl's hands cupped and tightened on the woman's breasts, drawing down to grip the plump red tips and the woman's hands cupped under the girl's pert tits, her thumbs pressing up against the jutting pink nubs. The woman's hips twisted down on the skewer of his cock and her mouth once again joined with the girl's, their lips grinding together feverishly.
His back arched up between their writhing pubes as his hot flesh began to burn with the pleasures of the woman's snatch and of the girl's sweet juices. He thrust his cock again and again into the tight softness of the woman's gripping snatch and flashes of rapturous joy raged through his body.
The girl reached down with one hand, pressing her fingers into the top of the woman's slit, pressing between the soft slickness of cunt and the hard slickness of cock, catching the woman's clit. She began kneading it between thumb and forefinger, holding its tip for his cock to stroke as it plunged in and out. The woman gripped the girl's tits tighter; her cunt twitched upward.
Guy groaned into the girl's snatch, his prick riding high in the woman's twat. Suddenly, all three turned their eyes in the direction of the door as it opened and closed beyond their view, but their aroused bodies continued to stroke, grip and caress together.
"I've got the coffee," Bob said, blinking at the sounds of passionate groans and moans, of a cock sluicing in and out of a lust drenched cunt.
The girl raised up on her knees, Guy's mouth rising with her without losing hold of her clit. She looked at Bob with a grin. He stared speechless at the beautiful young face, the girl's hair disarranged, her skin flushed.
"And we've got the sugar and cream," she grinned, lowering herself back out of sight, her eyes heavily lidded in response to the throbbing heat pounding within her loins.
Bob moved to the counter and looked over at the three bodies glistening with perspiration, at Guy's mouth suckling the girl's elongated clit, at his cock bucking in the woman's cinnamon plumed slit, at the girl's fingers working the woman's clit, at the women's fondling of one another's tits and at the open licking of their tongues between their opened mouths. His cock clicked against the display case glass as it sprung erect under his slacks.
He stared wide-eyed at the beautiful bodies of the two women straddling his co-worker, their breasts trembling with their heavy breathing beneath one another's hands. His own breath deepened, watching the lovely faces contorting with their mounting ecstasy. He reached out to grip the counter, putting down the coffee bag and his hand touched Guy's camera.
Seeing that the camera was loaded, he glanced back noting that the door was closed and moved around the counter. He aimed the camera, clicking off shots and both women smiled, their eyes glazed. The girl shifted to lean forward supported by the woman and exposed Guy's moist face to the lens.
Guy blinked up and was happy that it had not been a third woman. As his eyes closed, he had forgotten Bob's presence and everything beyond his linking with the two women, the raging throb of balls burning at his mind with sheer delight. He thrust faster within the whirlpool thrash of the woman's snatch. His mouth was filled with the delicious taste of the girl's cunt, his lip-buffered teeth pumping her long clit. The intensity was mounting, straining at the barriers of his flesh and mind. Both women were trembling with their straining at their grasp of orgasm.
His mouth opened wide, his body trembling with locked muscles, his come erupting, surging. The girl gripped the woman for support, her mouth open to gasp for air as she was enveloped by her bursting orgasm. The woman's cunt gulped at his pumping cock, feeling his come splattering up inside her and she was whipped by her own blinding orgasm. The three bodies shuddered together in a linked orgasm and Guy groaned up into the girl's body. Then she was sitting back and the woman was slumping forward atop the limp Guy.
Still clicking off pictures, Bob stood above the girl. With a dazed expression, she reached up and clutched his hard cock for support.
"That looks good to me," she smiled. "I could dig some cock too," and she pulled him down with her, unzipping his pants.
The woman had to leave to meet her husband, so Guy helped her dress as Bob willingly stripped. The woman promised that she would be back for another demonstration of his "equipment". Dressing, he stood with her and then saw her to the door. His equilibrium returning, he watched her disappear in the growing number of customers moving through the shopping complex.
He turned at the sound of Bob and the girl balling and looked over to see Bob working to keep up with the girl's lusting pace. He picked up the camera and began to take some photos for Bob's benefit.
* * *
When the girl had left the store, she had given Guy a slip of paper reading: FRI at 6 P.M. and on the opposite side was an address. Now, lying in bed beside the sleeping Rita, he looked forward to the woman's future visits. But his thoughts were primarily on the girl, wondering what she had in mind for Friday. As it was now only Monday, he put it aside, looking down as Rita came awake, his semi-erect tool still resting on her lower lip. She smiled up at him.
"Got to be night time, huh," she said in a soft, sleep drugged voice, her lip quivering beneath the head of his cock.
"Snuck in on you," he smiled back, his cock stiffening against the soft pad of her lip and the warm flutter of her breath.
"Must be dinner time," she murmured, seeking to fully awaken.
"Thought you had that all planned," he grinned, reminding her of his gizzum that had shot onto the shower curtain.
"Um, it's probably spoiled by now," she reasoned. "But I could dig some fresh come-it'd make a great pick me up," she grinned and touched the tip of her tongue to his hard shaft. "Would you feed a poor, starving young girl, mister?" she asked in a little girl voice.
"Well, I don't know..." he mused in imitation of a comic rich man's baritone. "What would be in it for me. I mean, I can't just spend without investigating the investment."
"Um," she nodded, holding his cock between her lips, sliding her tongue back and forth on his shaft. "I'll clean your dick real good for you-lick it from top to bottom. I'll tenderize it with chewing-it seems awfully hard right now-must be uncomfortable. And I'll suck your thick, creamy juice right out of your balls so you won't have to strain yourself. How does that sound?"
"Sounds pretty good," he nodded. "What are your plans for my spendings?" he asked straight-faced, his cock throbbing already.
"I was thinking of drinking it right down, letting you shoot your wad right in my mouth. But, if you want, you could spray my tits, or even shoot off in my face if you want. I could dig that," she purred lasciviously.
"In your face. Might be a bit messy," he said, his mouth dry and his breathing deep as she continued to lick his cock, her lips rolling and squeezing the shaft between them.
"Oh, you could kiss it off," she smiled, her fingers caressing his balls. "That way you could have it back. And I could tongue it back out of your mouth," she suggested, her fingers working his root too.
"Um," he nodded, realizing it was something he had never tried.
"But I've got a better way of doing it," she smiled, rolling over onto her back. "Between my tits," she indicated, placing his prod between her large breasts.
The water bed shifted beneath them and he knelt astride her chest while she gripped her ripe tits, pressing them together to grip his prick. She leaned her head forward and licked at its lavender head. The large, resilient globes gripped him firmly and he began to thrust and pull between them. She shifted her tits, massaging his shaft between them, her tongue flaying the engorged knob.
Spirals of pleasure spun up from between the soft but firm orbs, from the wet caress of her tongue. His knees gripped her sides and he slid in and out, jabbing up toward her face. He reached back and clutched her cunt for support, his fingers sliding into the wet nest, his palm buffing her stiff clit.
She twisted and arched beneath him, working her tits faster around his cock, her hips lifting to his fingering. The bed rolled and bounced under them. Her tongue flashed pink against the lavender bulb of his cock, her nipples blurring as her breasts moved in a faster counter-rhythm.
He groaned with pleasure, his breathing fast and it was broiling up in him. His gizzum blasted through his cock and through dimmed vision he saw it splatter her grinning face; her mouth was open. She gasped, her cunt wrenching around his hand and she came with her own climax.
Droplets of pearly come glistened on her face and his cock was softening while still outstretched between her tits. It still quivered and spasmed and a small stream of spend eased down from the lips of its head to form a pool between her glowing breasts. Steadying himself, he looked down at her smiling face, realizing she was waiting for him to kiss her face clean.
He leaned forward, sliding down to be atop her. He touched his lips to her forehead and sucked his own gizzum up. It tasted acrid and the pasty texture clung to his tongue as he moved to the next spot. She quivered beneath him, her eyes closed and she climaxed again as he removed the last of the juice from her face.
Her eyes opened and she looked up at him dreamily. He held the reassembled come on his tongue. Her lips opened, her tongue flicked out eagerly. He kissed her, feeling her tongue slithering into his mouth, scooping the spunk from his tongue and depositing it in her own mouth.
She broke the kiss, laying her head back, her eyes shimmering. Her lips parted again and she stuck her tongue out, exhibiting the milky fluid. Her mouth closed, grinning and she swallowed it all in one gulp. Her tongue licked at her lips with satisfaction.
"Good to the very last drop," she smiled and embraced him happily, kissing at his face and throat, her hands sliding over his body. He felt his cock twitch between them. "More?" she asked eagerly, her eyes wide with delight.
"This time, I deposit it where it belongs," he grinned, raising his hips to let his cock jab her still wet cunt hair.
"In my pussy?" she asked with a tone and expression of girlish wonderment.
"In your pussy," he nodded. "I'll shoot it up your throat," he grinned.
"Show me," she grinned back and spread her legs under him.
His cock dropped into the moist pinkness of her snatch and slid up inside her. Their bodies began to move again, her cunt eventually drinking from his cock several times over.
CHAPTER THREE
Tossing her patterned blouse onto her bed, sixteen year old Jill Denton massaged the ripe globes of her tits, pleased with her adventure at the audio-visual store. Tweaking the long juttings of her nipples, she undid her jeans, working them down off her hips to pull them from her legs. A few moments later she submerged herself in her tub, letting the lukewarm water lap over her. Yes, she had been more than pleased with Guy's talents and delighted at the surprise appearance of the young wife.
A few weeks earlier, Jill had been making use of an apartment house pool that a friend of the family owned. There she had seen Guy for the first time. She had been aroused at once, seeing him standing on the diving board, his tanned body tensed, his wet briefs clinging to the prominent bulge of his genitals. By the time he had hit the water, she had decided that she wanted him to ball her and by the time he had surfaced she had decided to find an excuse to approach and if necessary, to seduce him. But he had immediately left the pool to join a raven-haired girl who wore a tiny, jersey bikini that clung so tight that her nipples were clearly outlined and her slit defined. Disappointed, Jill had watched the couple gather up their things and prepare to return to their apartment.
Caressing the wet tendrils of her beaver, Jill smiled as she remembered her sudden inspiration to follow unnoticed, seeing which apartment Guy and the girl entered. Recalling how she had stood outside the door, hearing the murmur of their voices move from living room to bedroom, Jill cupped the ripe mound of her snatch. The walkway outside the apartment had been empty. She had not heard the door being locked and she knew the layout of the apartments. Silently, she had opened the door and stepped inside, out of view of the bedroom door. Murmurs of pleasure were coming from the bedroom and she had moved carefully to the couch, ducking down behind it to peek around the corner and into the bedroom.
The dark-haired woman had stepped back from Guy's kiss and Jill had been puzzled at the long contact of their eyes and at their strange smiles. Then the woman had slowly undone the bottoms of her bikini, letting them fall away from the neatly trimmed triangle of her bush and from the soft cheeks of her fanny. Sliding her thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, the woman had gone to her knees before him, pulling the swimsuit down to free his rigid tool. Jill had bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out with pleasure at the sight of his thick masthead.
Tossing the briefs away, the woman had sat back on her heels as he leaned back against the wall. Raising his foot from the floor, she had spread her thighs wide so that he could introduce his toes into the wet gash of her cunt. Jill had pushed her hand up over her bare belly and under the top of her bikini, clutching one swollen tit, staring wide-eyed as the woman had shifted her body and muscles to take more and more of his foot in until it was buried to the base of his calf. Jill had been both amazed and aroused as she watched the woman raise up onto her knees, vaginal muscles flexing wetly around his foot. His knee was resting against her still covered tit and the woman had begun to slowly suck Guy's massive prod into her mouth.
Jill remembered how the woman had thrust her hips against his foot, fucking it hard as she sucked him off. She also remembered the expression of ecstasy on his face and how she had pushed her hand down into her briefs to clutch her long clit. She had tugged six orgasms from herself by the time the couple had fallen asleep.
Jill had left Guy's apartment, determined not only to have him alone, but curious about his personality as well, wondering if he wouldn't fit into some plans she had. She had given him her address because he had more than lived up to her expectations.
Blinking back from her memories, Jill looked down through the clear water, watching as her fingers rolled the pink length of her clit causing warm waves of pleasure to flow through her. She murmured happily, her ass twisting slowly against the tub. Her eyes glazing, she turned her lidded eyes to the bathroom door, a contented smile on her lips. Bart, Jill's brother smiled back at her.
"What've you got there?" she asked in a hoarse whisper, her fingers continuing to manipulate the pliant stalk of her clit.
"A new citizen for my aquarium," Bart said, holding up the water filled plastic bag the fish swam in. "And what've you got?" the boy asked with a smile, his slight build and angelic face making him look both younger and more innocent than he was.
"I'll let you see it if you'll let me see your fish," she grinned. "The one in the bag that is," she added quickly.
"Good to see it looking so pink and healthy," he grinned, sitting on the edge of the tub to watch her tug her clit around amid the auburn furls of her cunt hair.
"Let it have a swim, Bart," she urged, sitting up a bit
"In the bath water?"
"Sure. There's no soap in it," she assured him.
"Well-okay," he nodded, unsure and let the two-inch long fish drop into the water over the pert rises of her tits.
They sat silently watching the amber fish speed about in the water, moving down to the foot of the tub before calming itself. Turning, it moved back toward her and she lifted her hands to her knees. Jill began to flex her cunt in a steady rhythm and the fish slowed, intrigued by the soft pink cavern of her open cunny and by the bobbing finger of her long clit. She and Bart watched in amazement as the fish cautiously approached her snatch.
"Its mouth is just like a prick's," she cooed as the fish made nibbling approaches at the tip of her clit. "Oh!" she gasped with delight clutching the sides of the tub as it nipped lightly.
"Listen, I don't think..." Bart began uncertainly, worried about his fish but finding both his curiosity and passion aroused.
"Wait" she pleaded in a whisper. "I won't hurt him."
The fish approached for another test bite and then caught hold of her throbbing clit, sucking at it. She moaned with pleasure at the delicate manipulation, at the concentration of the contact. The fish's amber tail waved behind it as it began to move closer to Jill, taking more of the textured pinkness in. The ecstatic pleasure mounting, Jill had to force herself to remain motionless, to keep from writhing and thus scaring off the fish. She turned her face to see Bart staring with awe at the cunnilingus his pet was performing. Seeing the tent-like appearance of his jeans, she unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock
He glanced at his sister with a smile, then looked back to her clit as her fingers began to stroke the six inches of his cock, a cock that looked monstrous jutting from his body.
"Sit-kneel behind me, over me," she gasped, her words slurring as the fish began to suck climaxes from her.
Nodding, his eyes glued to the fish, Bart stood up and removed his shoes and pants before climbing up behind her to kneel over her head. He braced himself against the wall as Jill turned her face upward, catching his fat rod in her mouth. He gave a sound of approval as her tongue began to wash over the swollen bulb of his head, her lips nurturing the top of his shaft. His eyes narrowed, looking down at his sister's breasts bobbing gently in the water, the pink nipples now caught between her squeezing fingertips.
Perhaps thinking it had truly been eating and swallowing her clit, the fish continued to move up its length. Jill sucked hard on Bart's cock, feeling the fish's body surrounding her clit, its lips sucking at the base, its tiny and ineffectual teeth grazing the hot throbbing of her passion. It was as if the fish were a vagina and her clit a cock. She wanted to thrust out, to fuck the fish, but knew she would only frighten it. Instead, she aligned her mouth and throat and began to take more and more of her brother's manly prick in, letting it slide down into her throat. Timing her breathing to her sucking strokes, she nibbled at the base of his cock as the fish nibbled at the base of her clit
Her thoughts were blurring and she lifted her hands from her tits to his thighs, gripping them tightly. His balls caressed the bridge of her nose as he leaned forward to clutch her tits. She began to groan around his pulsing cock, the climaxes building, racking her body with rapture. Bart's fingers pressed into the lush softness of her breasts, her nipples digging into his palms. Then he cried out feeling his come breaking free, his heart beating faster and faster, the blood pounding in his head as the hot spend began to gush through his spasming prick, spewing down her throat, while her mouth continued to work around him.
His vision blurred and he began to sway, holding onto her tits for balance. Jill continued to suck at him, drawing every drop of the rich fluid from him as her orgasm began to rip through her, her ears buzzing, her flesh seeming to be aflame. Her legs began to thrash, her ass grinding against the tub, but the fish did not flee. It seemed as obsessed as she did, holding on.
Bart lost his hold and fell forward atop her thigh, catching the side of the tub to break his fall. His cock came free of her mouth like a plug, releasing the animal sounds of release coming from his sister's mouth as she slowly began to come free of her release. He gasped for breath, glancing over to see the fish meekly withdraw as if it had satiated its hunger.
He began laughing at the thought and she glanced down, blinking her vision clear. Seeing her brother wearing only a soaked shirt, sprawled atop her with his now flaccid cock floating limply in the water and seeing the fish swimming about happily below her now soft clit, she began to laugh too.
"Listen, brother, where did you get that fish? I think I'm going to turn my bathtub into an aquarium," she laughed.
"Feeding time at the aquarium," he nodded, laughing hard. "It sure beats hell out of peanuts for the elephants."
"Hmm," she murmured thoughtfully, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Elephants do have those wonderful trunks," she said thoughtfully and immediately began to laugh again, as did Bart.
* * *
The next day, at work, the store manager asked Guy to come into the office. Gari Tyler had dark brown hair that fell in waves around her heart shaped face, golden eyes smiling out from behind tinted glasses. Large breasts thrust threateningly against the delicate fabric of her blouse and her skirt did little to hide her full ass and long, slender legs.
"Yes, Miss Tyler?" Guy asked after she had shut the office door behind them, realizing this was the first time they had ever been alone other than in the sales room.
"You know the cameras we have for robberies, Guy?" she asked, crossing to a video tape player.
"Sure," he nodded, having helped install the two rotating cameras.
"Well, I've done some additional work on them after closing time," she smiled. "Adjusted them for remote control and variable transition," she concluded and turned the video tape machine on.
Not having been aware of her technical knowledge, he was distracted for a moment from the images on the machine, impressed. Then he was suddenly aware of the pictures, his thoughts on her abilities put aside. On the screen, he saw himself and Jill kneeling behind the sales counter, saw himself stand to wait on the redhead while Jill began to give him head, saw the way he had looked to the woman and understood her arousal, saw her join him and Jill. He saw the whole interlude again, but apart from it, able to examine his appearance and actions. His cock was rock hard by the time the tape ended.
"Well..." he shrugged after a moment, smiling. "Being able to hear anyone coming in, there wasn't any danger of robbery or anything," he offered, unable to see Gari's face as she replaced tapes.
"Oh, that wasn't the point of my showing you the tape," she said. "No, it was your performance that intrigued me," she smiled back over her shoulder. "But I do think I could've outdone the girl and woman as your-co-stars," she grinned, turning around.
"I tend to believe you," he nodded, intrigued.
"But I do have an advantage since I've seen evidence of your talents. Perhaps I should present my credentials before we discuss a production of our own," she smiled and turned the tape machine back on, having inserted a new tape.
The screen glowed in the dimly lit room and Guy recognized Gari's face on the screen as she sucked hard on a thick cock, her tongue licking the dorsal vein. The camera pulled back to reveal her fingers cupping the man's heavy balls, caressing them gently as she took more of his cock into her mouth. Gari was seen to be sitting on the edge of a chair, the man sitting back against a table upon which a plump blonde sat, wearing a dildo that was inserted in the man's ass. A dark-haired girl, her pubescent body just blooming, sat on the floor before Gari, her mouth ravaging the older woman's splayed cunny, her tongue lapping at the triangular bush of dark brown hair to delve into the wet pink of Gari's slit.
Guy stared at the screen as the man and three women began to twist and turn with arousal, not noticing Gari as she moved into the shadows of the office. The man was beginning to come, his face twisting as Gari's mouth flashed up and down his cock, the woman's dildo reaming his anus. Gari's mouth widened, her tongue whipping at the thick meat of the man as the girl drew her to climax. The man gripped the table for support, his eyes glassy and his prick came free of Gari's mouth just as his come blasted forth. The girl looked up as the pale fluid splashed over Gari's big tits. The camera moved in on Gari with her rapturous expression as the girl raised up to lick the man's spend from the plump tan nipples.
Guy was breathing heavily, his cock throbbing as the image shifted to Gari and a lean black woman grinding against a two headed dildo that connected their wet cunts. Then she was seen sandwiched between two men, pinioned by their cocks which were imbedded in her twat and rectum. He was truly stunned by the time the screen went blank.
"What do you think?" she asked from the shadows.
"Far fucking out, as the expression goes," he laughed, turning to try and see her. "It would be safe to say that you like variety?" he asked, noticing a microphone on one of the shelves.
"I think you'd be safe," she laughed, moving forward into the light, her naked body lush and vibrant, her nipples erect, her box damp. "What comes to your, uh, mind?" she smiled.
"That you're even more beautiful in person," he said, watching the way her large breasts quivered as she walked.
"And?"
"Are you familiar with this mike?" he asked, lifting it as he put the tape machine on rewind.
"Yes," she nodded, puzzled. "It's convertible for use as a projection speaker, insulated for use underwater in sonic range tests and during rainy weather."
"Right you are," he grinned, plugging the mike into the tape machine as he adjusted it to speaker usage. "Now come closer and I'll show you another use for it."
In a moment she stood before him, the pale lights glowing on her alabaster flesh. She spread her feet and watched as he pressed the mike between her wet cunt lips.
"It's good that I masturbated to the tapes," she smiled. "Good and-lubricated," she said, her breath catching as she felt the thick tip of the mike spread her vagina and begin to move up into her. "B-but I've used mikes as dildoes before," she said without complaint
"Oh, I intend to provide variety," he nodded, working the mike higher into her, her fluids sliding down the soft plastic and over his fingers. "Just enjoy," he grinned, his fingers caressing the sugar pink lips of her cunny as the mike disappeared up inside her slit. "Don't move now," he instructed, raising his damp hand to inhale the musky richness of her spendings.
Her vagina twitched around the mike as she watched him suck her juices from his fingers. She murmured happily at his action and at the bulk filling her box. Then her eyes widened as he turned the tape machine back on, twisting the volume dial as high as it could go. As the images of her orgiastic encounters began to replay, the soundtrack of moans and sobs of joy came up at a level suitable for giants. But the volume in the office was muted. It was inside her cunt that the cries of ecstasy blasted, vibrating against the walls of her snatch, blaring up into her womb and echoing back.
Gari's lips parted, her eyes wide as the vibrations shook her body. She gasped with the intense pleasure, the sensation that her whole pelvic area was possessed, was alive with carnal energy. From cervix to clitoris, it was as if she were both filled and contained by the motion of a prick. She could not even feel the bulk of the mike for the climaxes that were searing through her brain.
Watching as she clutched her ripe tits, Guy began to strip. She watched with glassy eyes as his cock was exposed and smiled weakly, unable to speak.
He moved around behind her and she leaned back against him for support, as well as for the contact of their naked flesh. She turned her face to his, her mouth open and their tongues joined hotly, his hands replacing hers around the full globes of her breasts. She twisted her lush ass back against his cock and he could feel the groans and gasps of lust vibrating through her.
"Oh jeez, Guy," she gasped into his mouth. "It's so-I want your prick. Shove it up my ass, please. Hurry," she murmured, shuddering with another orgasm.
She reached back and tightly gripped the turgid weight of his prod. He looked down and helped her guide it between the plump cheeks of her rump. In front of them, Gari was tonguing the black woman, their hips twisting together around their dildo.
Guy groaned with pleasure as she flexed her anal muscles around his gradual rise into her backside, the channel squeezing the bulk of his pulsing shaft. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, pulling her back against him. Then he became aware of the vibrations. They were passing through from her cunt to her rectum and he found his prod possessed by the same fluctuating vibrations that were again bringing her to orgasm.
Neither had to move their bodies. The sound waves were turning both their bodies into temples of rapture, quivering every nerve ending and filling their minds with ecstasy. They both groaned deeply, only half seeing Gari's ass flash almost free of one cock to bury the second in her cunt and then back again on the tape machine.
Guy felt as if lava were racing through each blood vessel of his cock, as if each nerve ending were twitching, as if the flesh of his shaft was mingling with the flesh of her rectum. They both sank down to their knees, unable to keep their legs in control. They fell over onto their sides, gasping. Orgasms were shaking her body, thrusting her back against his burning prick. He had lost contact with his senses as they blurred together in a pounding wave of sexual delight.
The tape came to an end and the sound track became silent. Yet, they were unaware of it, their minds and bodies caught up in the experience. Her hair clung to her face in damp ringlets, both their bodies soaked with perspiration. She was on the verge of fainting when she felt his cock twitching hard within her. He clutched her as his broiling gizzum broke the tension, jetting up into her body. He mumbled incoherently, totally spent, totally satisfied.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jill wanted Guy again, so bad that it hurt. Which is to say that her cunt ached with longing. Yet, she was determined to wait till Friday when he was to come to her home, having no doubt that he would do so if only to satisfy his curiosity. So, to relieve her frustration, she returned to Guy's apartment complex on Thursday, but during the day while he was at work.
She had quickly spotted an interesting couple, the man mustached and solidly built, his hair thinning, the woman slender waisted and long legged. As with Guy and his companion, she followed them to their apartment to slip in once she was sure they were in the bedroom. After peeking around the couch to make sure they were balling and that they lived up to her physical evaluations, she returned to the apartment's front door.
With a smile, Jill removed her bikini top and tossed it away. Loosening her bottoms, she moved toward the bedroom.
Travis? Annette? You didn't start without me, did you?" she called out in a happy voice and came to a stop in the doorway just as her bottoms fell to the floor.
"Oh," she said with mock surprise, staring at the stunned couple who were kneeling on their bed, the man's prick half-way into the woman's tawny snatch. "I-I guess I'm in the wrong apartment," she mumbled, making no effort to cover either her pert tits or the damp ringlets of her cunny.
The man and woman glanced at one another for a moment, both aroused and nodded before smiling back at Jill.
"Will we do?" the man grinned.
"Just fine," Jill grinned back. "Why don't you two keep on fucking and just lay back," she offered, moving toward them.
Each willingly leaned back, their eyes on her sweet young body, their coupled groins continuing to move together. Jill reached down and ran her fingers over the base of the man's prick and down into the woman's wet slit, caressing the hard nub of the hot clit. Both gave small sounds of pleasure.
"Just fine," she nodded again and climbed up onto the bed.
Jill knelt astride the woman's head and slowly lowered her cunt to the lascivious tonguings of the blonde's hungry mouth. Twisting happily, Jill leaned forward and stretched out atop the woman's shifting torso to bring her mouth down atop the juncture of cock and cunt. The couple reached out for her as she began licking and chewing his shaft and her clit. The woman's hands kneaded the resilient fullness of Jill's rear, a finger probing the girl's offered anus. The man stretched his arms down under Jill's shoulders to snare her tits, rolling the firm domes against her chest and plucking at the long nipples.
Jill's eyes closed to savor the touch of the woman's lips around the tingling length of her clit. The man's fingers pulled her long nipples out from the aureoles, stretching the burning nubs and then letting them go to snap back against her swollen tits. She closed her mouth over the top of the man's shaft, chewing lightly from the base to where he was swirling in the hot pudding of the woman's cunny so that she could suck the clit.
Jill gurgled happily as the woman began to rotate her finger, working the tightness of Jill's rectum, curling the finger as she pushed deep and pulled almost free. The man sat up, his hands squeezing Jill's tits as his mouth moved over her shoulders. He reached down and guided his wife onto her side and a moment later all three were on their sides, Jill caught between their twisting bodies as they stretched their legs out. He began to pump his cock in and out of the woman's slit and Jill's tongue lapped at it, filling her mouth with the woman's rich taste.
The man pressed against Jill's back and he began to nip lightly at the silky pillows of Jill's ass cheeks, his wife shifting her finger to the girl's cunt. Jill groaned against cock and cunt as the woman's fingers joined her mouth, turning her box into a lava like pit Then the man was spreading her legs and her ass, his kisses moving down into the valley between the resilient cushions to press his tongue against the pink lips of her anus.
Writhing with pleasure, Jill caressed his bloated testicles as she pushed a finger of her other hand into the woman's ass, twisting upward in the channel as she continued to fondle his nuts. Her hips were twitching with the sensations the couple were creating in her snatch and ass and her mouth was washing back and forth over the pistoning prod. Her breathing ragged, the tastes and feelings overpowering, Jill lost all sense of both conscious action and of where she was.
She vividly recalled when she had entered her parents' bathroom to find her father bathing. She could remember every detail of his ruggedly handsome face, of his strong body. Offering to help scrub his back, she had stood behind him, watching the flex of his muscles, the way his proud cock had floated loosely in the water. And she remembered how her body had become hot, her cunny damp and throbbing. The wealth of biological knowledge had spun in her head, her mouth dry as he leaned back, looking up at her intent eyes. He had said nothing, but she could see that his cock was now hard, jutting up from the water. Barefoot, she had slowly stepped into the tub between his legs, moving the soapy washcloth over his chest and then lower as she had gone to her knees before the pillar of his manhood.
As if possessed, Jill writhed and twisted between the couple, caught up in their lovemaking and in her memories of the first time with her father. She remembered the taste of his flesh and of his come and how she had eagerly awaited the day when she would be able to take the stiff rod of his cock into her cunt.
The man's tongue probed deep within her, the woman's lips streaking up and down her clit. The memories blurred and she relived knowing her father's powerful cock. She remembered when Bart had been in bed recovering from having his tonsils out. She remembered stripping him and bathing him as the nurses had, though her fingers had lingered around his man's prod, joined by first her mouth and then her slit. Her father had been the first man she had given head to and Bart had been the first to ball her.
Again the memories blurred as the woman began crying out into Jill's cunt, the man's cock and the girl's mouth sending explosions of rapture up from her slit She remembered her father's death just before her fifteenth birthday and how she and Bart had entered their mother's bed to comfort her with their loving bodies. The man's groans brought her almost back and the spasming of his dong completed it. She could feel the come roaring through his shaft and then it was lathering up around it and the lips of the woman's cunt She gulped at the hot fluid bubbling against her lips, her tongue lapping down to catch the spill. The couple's faces had fallen away from her, but their hands kept churning in her gash and bung hole.
She sucked the man's softening cock into her mouth and her own orgasm began to rise, her body trembling with it. She sucked the limp flesh clean and then began to suck the last of the milky spend from the woman's cunny. The woman gasped, clutching at the sheets as she climaxed again. The man rolled back to watch, his finger still pumping into her fanny as his wife turned around so that she could kiss Jill deeply, her hand stroking the girl's clit faster and faster. Jill's hands gripped the woman's soft tits, their tongues lashing wildly. She thrust her raging cunt against the woman's grip and lights flashed behind her eyelids, her mouth open to a silent scream as she came.
She shuddered deliciously, overwhelmed and then slowly fell back onto the bed, gasping for air. The three remained silent except for their breathing, spent. Jill remembered the expressions of joy on her parents' faces and on Bart's. Her love for Bart and her mother was for mother and brother and for sexual friends. There was no possessiveness or jealousy in her relationships with them and she found herself hoping they would like Guy.
* * *
Friday, Gari having wished him well after their fourth day of lovemaking sessions in her office, Guy drove to the address Jill had given him. Already curious, he was stunned by the estate he found; the house was a two story mansion of modern design.
The front door opened as he topped the front steps and he smiled broadly. Jill's thirty-two year old mother looked of college age, ash blonde hair drifting around her high cheek boned face, her sky blue eyes shining. Tall and elegant, she could have worked as a fashion model if it hadn't been for the large tits that pressed against her thin blouse. Though she wore no bra, the full globes stood high and firm, light tan nipples pressing out the cloth.
"I'm Clarise Denton," she smiled, her voice a husky purr. "You must be Guy," she added, motioning him into the house.
"Yes. Uh, did...? " he began, realizing he did not know the girl's name.
"Jill," the woman smiled, Guy having come to a stop right in front of her, a few inches between them. "She said you'd be stopping by. She's been delayed, but she'll be along."
"Okay," he nodded, inhaling the exotic scent of her perfume and feeling the warmth of her body; they were so close. "Are you her sister?" he asked, forgetting about entering the house.
"No, her mother," Clarise smiled, used to the mistake.
"That's-amazing," he said, glancing down at the hard thrusts of her breasts, his cock hardening.
"Thank you," she said, her eyes dropping to the growing bulge in his pants. "Jill said you've got a real whang on you. Do you?" she smiled, raising her eyes to his.
"Uh, I guess," he muttered, taken off guard by the remark.
"Let me see," she smiled and reached out to unzip his fly. "Ah, yes it is," she cooed with pleasure, pulling his engorged tool into the open.
"Um, yes, glad you-like it," he murmured as her slender fingers circled and stroked the taut sheath, slowly recalling that they still stood in the front doorway.
"Were you happy with Jill's talents?" she asked casually, looking up from his tingling cock.
"Yeah. Yeah, she's-" he broke off, wondering at their relationship. "She's a great lay," he smiled, warm waves of pleasure pulsing up from her touch.
"Yes, she was quite happy with you too," Clarise said, languidly unbuttoning her blouse with her free hand. "Have you seen the redhead again? Jill's been going crazy waiting for today," she told him, pushing her open blouse back away from her delicious tits.
"No, she hasn't come back yet," he said in a hoarse whisper, his balls pulsing as she drifted her fingertips over the full globes of tanned flesh.
"Too bad. I like redheads," she smiled, pressing the tip of her forefinger to his lips.
"I'll see what I can do," he said, licking her finger as he sucked it into his mouth.
"I'll see what you can do," Clarise smiled lasciviously, lowering her damp finger to rub the tip over each nipple, causing the already stiff nubs to elongate even more.
"Do you like her?" Jill asked from the bottom of the steps, dressed only in a T-shirt that stopped at the top of her auburn beaver.
"Very much," Guy grinned as she came up the steps, her breasts quivering under the thin cotton of the shirt.
"And you, Mom?" Jill smiled, her eyes on Guy's exposed cock.
"He's even bigger than you said," Clarise said. "I'm surprised you weren't all stretched out the other night."
"Nearly was," Jill nodded, pressing her fingers into her slit. "Here, let me help," she offered and unfastened her mother's skirt to reveal long, tapered legs, full hips and a hairless emit "She had it all removed after I was born," Jill told Guy as she removed his clothing.
"It itched growing back," Clarise added, releasing him momentarily to let her blouse fall.
"Why don't you fuck her standing up?" Jill suggested. "We didn't try that the other day."
Guy nodded, glancing out at the grounds which gave them full privacy from the road. He looked down as Clarise's hands spread out around his balls, rolling them gently in her palms. Jill stood behind him and he could feel the soft ringlets of her cunt hair pressing against his ass as she reached around to catch his cock between the joined fingertips of her hands.
"Open wide, Mom," Jill directed and pressed against Guy's back, her hands guiding the bulbous head of his tool into the pink furrow of Clarise's bald snatch.
Jill stepped back as Guy sank his long prod between the plump cheeks of her mother's cunt. He reached down and raised Clarise's legs to circle his waist, their open mouths joining. Her breath deepening, Jill sat down Indian style on the porch, pressing her palms down between her spread thighs to run her fingers through her soft pelt.
Jill's eyes savored each movement of Guy and Clarise's joined bodies. Guy's hands massaged her mother's fanny and supported her. His hips rotated against hers, his cock twisting high up inside her. Clarise groaned with pleasure, her hands clutching his back as she bit at his lips.
Guy sucked at her tongue, moaning as she clutched at his prod with her vaginal muscles, massaging him in delicate tugs and rolls. He pressed her back against the door jamb, shoving his tool up against her cervix, his hands pulling her against him. She ground the massive weights of her tits against his chest, dragging the hard nipples over his flesh.
"Shit! But that feels fine," Clarise hissed, her fingers digging into his back, her hips thrashing against him. "Harder, please. Fuck me harder, Guy," she groaned, her head thrown back, her eyes shut. "Shove it right up my throat!"
Guy slammed his cock in and out of her, rolling his weight on the balls of his feet. He pulled her hips away from the doorway, her weight against her shoulders as he ducked his face to bite at her rich breasts. He moaned as her cunt continued to contract and expand around his pumping cock, squeezing around the fat meat of him and then letting him swing free, only to close lushly again.
"Oh, I-I'm going to," she gasped incoherently. "Going to fuckin' come like a-Dammit to hell but I can't-can't keep-want to but ARGHHH," she cried out, her throat muscles standing out as her cunt shuddered and bucked around his still driving prick.
Then he was gasping, shaking with fevered release as her carnal hysteria turned her cunny into a voracious whirlpool. Her contorting vaginal muscles tugged and squeezed at his tool, sucking hungrily at him, drawing his orgasm out. He staggered, catching the door jamb with one hand to keep from falling as his mind whirled and flashed with the release as his gizzum loosened and then suddenly gushed up into the woman's hot twat.
Gasping for breath, Guy loosened his grip on Clarise's ass as her legs slipped from around his waist. They stood for a moment, trying to focus their eyes, unable to speak, able only to grin at one another. Gradually, they became aware of the sound of running water and turned their heads toward the steps.
Jill, unable to satisfy herself with her hands, had toned on the yard hose arid returned to watch. The nozzleless hose was pushed up onto her split pelt, the gushing water flowing back out over the pink cunt lips. She had a dreamy smile on her face, only half seeing them as she rotated the top of the hose against her clit, the water swirling around inside her nook.
"You were right, Jill," Clarise smiled. "He is great."
Grinning, Jill slowly rose to her feet, keeping the hose inserted in her cunt, the water streaming down her legs. She began walking toward them, placing her feet carefully, the hose shifting about inside her. She paused with a gasp, a succulent little shudder running through her as she had a minor climax. Taking a deep breath, she continued on till she stood before her mother and then drew the hose out only to slide it up into Clarise's hairless cunny.
"Um, that does feel nice," Clarise purred, her vagina clutching at the hose.
"One should always shower off after a swim," Jill smiled, removing the hose from her mother to wash off Guy's come sticky cock. "I'm the only lifeguard in the world who won't pull a drowning man out," she laughed, as did Guy and Clarise.
CHAPTER FIVE
All three had gone up to Clarise's bedroom, where they had fallen asleep after the women had clarified their relationship for him. Now, Guy felt himself slowly come free of a deep sleep. There was a delicate breeze sensation flowing over his body, an unhurried caress surrounding a humid wiping. His eyelids opened partially in half-sleep and he saw the first sensation was that of Jill's hair gliding over his body, the second being her tongue which was savoring his flesh, bathing his entire body.
The feeling was one of bliss and he was not sure if he was asleep or dreaming. Each of her hairs seemed to individually caress him with static electricity so mild there was no shock, the movement of her tongue like the lapping of a gentle wave. As she tongue bathed him from head to toe, avoiding only his crotch, he became aware that Jill was wearing a metal studded collar made of white leather, a thin silver chain running from it to Clarise's hand. Clarise stood on the bed above him and her kneeling daughter, her legs spread wide to reveal the pink furrow between her plump cunt cheeks.
He wondered about the situation, but could not summon up the will to fully awaken. Dream or not, the tranquil mood was too seductive, Jill's services too enjoyable. Her tongue curling between each of his toes, she began to move back up his legs, approaching his crotch. Her mouth lifted, her tongue pulling back and she produced a current of warm air, covering his prick and his balls with it. As if drawn by the flutter of her breath, his shaft began to stiffen and thicken, raising up like a snake for a charmer's flute. She lifted her head with its movement until she was breathing against the bulbous head.
Guy's lips parted, his mouth dry and he found he could not keep his eyelids open as the warm breeze moved down the dorsal vein of his rod. The concentrated breath of the girl stirred the fine hairs of his scrotum and he let out a small moan. Her hair flowed over his thighs, caressing him like silk. Her face moved lower and the breath moved along the arch of his root to his ass. Her tongue slid out and the tip eased between the flat buttocks to flick from side to side.
He felt his hands grip the sheets as her tongue moved back and then began to lick up his root. She opened her mouth and sucked his scrotum twisting the wrinkled flesh between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Then she took in his balls, rolling them with care through the sack. He murmured with pleasure, the only other sound in the room being the soft rattle of the leash chain Clarise held.
Jill freed his nuts and curled her tongue around his shaft, pressing her lips against the opposite side. He groaned as she raised and lowered her mouth, softly chafing his throbbing lance again and again. His head rolled back and forth against the bed and he realized that there was no way he could stir himself from this euphoric ecstasy, even if he had wanted to do so. He had no idea if Jill's mouth had been moving upon his body for minutes or for hours.
He gasped, his eyes flickering open as her head continued to rise and fall, her teeth chafing while her tongue whipped even faster at his shaft. He realized that she had not touched him with her hands and now noticed that her wrists were lightly held together at the small of her back by a band of velvet. He tried to raise up, blinking down at her face, but the carnal flashes were overpowering him and he fell back. He gave out deep, growling sounds, his eyes half focused on Clarise's cloven cunny.
Sensing that he was on the verge of coming, Jill moved her knees closer to him, raising up to align her mouth and throat. His eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat as she took in his whole prick. Her head continued to rise and fall, her teeth nipping, her tongue lashing as his head raced from her lips to deep in her throat and back. His heels dug into the bedding and his hack arched. He cried out in a savage gargle, his body quaking with the rush of his spend spewing into her mouth and down her throat.
She drew his thick brew down her throat, her tongue and lips continuing to pump his cock. When he went limp, she paused, savoring the feeling of his prick drawing back out of her throat and up onto her tongue. Giving his head a suckling kiss, she sat up, letting his momentarily exhausted tool drop loose.
"Bart!" Clarise said sharply, snapping Jill and Guy from their joined smile. "You know we don't spy on one another."
Bart stood shamefaced in the partially opened doorway, his eyes dropping before the stares of his mother who held his sister on a leash, of Jill who had just sucked off Guy and of Guy himself who lay without energy at the moment, looking at Bart with curiosity.
"Come here, young man," Clarise said sternly as she stepped down off the bed, her big breasts trembling. "Spying, dishonesty and unkindness are the three things I forbid in our house," she told Guy, putting the leash down. "Bart, you know that and what to do," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Bart nodded sadly and pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees. He moved forward and crawled across his mother's lap so that his lap was centered between her thighs, his arms and legs hanging off to either side. Clarise spread her palm over his flat rump, caressing the boyish softness of the hairless cheeks. Gradually, she closed her thighs under him, catching his cock between them. Slowly, she raised her hand and then slapped the palm down against the tender flesh.
Bart sucked air, tensing and his prick tugged in the grip of her firm thighs. Clarise brought her hand down again and he jerked at the stinging, his prod hardening as it tugged about in her silky grip.
Smiling at an idea, Jill climbed off the bed, the leash jingling and crawled under Clarise's legs. She stretched out on her back, her face raised to where Bart's prick protruded from between their mother's thighs, her damp cunt below Bart's hung head. Guy raised up on his elbows, watching Clarise's tits jiggle deliciously with each swing of her arm and then looking down as Bart moved his hands between Jill's open thighs.
Bart's face was flushed, his ass glowing pinkly, his cock throbbing, twisting it between Clarise's thighs on his own now. He parted Jill's auburn beaver and pressed his fingers up into her snatch, the heel of his hand rubbing against the rise of her pelvis. She gurgled happily, opening her mouth wide beneath the bloated head of his cock, twisting her cunt against the insertion of his fingers. Bart clasped the top of her twat with her erect clit caught between two of his squeezing digits.
The side of Bart's hip grinding against her cunt as he shifted beneath her spanking, Clarise began to breathe heavily, the globes of her tits rising and falling, her flesh flushed. Then the boy suddenly stiffened, shuddering with a moan as his prod spasmed between her thighs. He grinned deliriously as his orgasm broke free and his milky spend splattered down into Jill's waiting mouth and over her lips and cheeks. His hands clutched in her cunt, causing her to arch her hips upward as her clit burned hotter between his fingers. Then she cried out, his come gurgling in her throat.
Jill went limp on the floor, trying to catch her breath and Bart's hands loosened as he slid off Clarise's lap and onto his feet. He swayed drunkenly before Clarise who stared blankly ahead, on the verge of her own climax. Gaining her composure, she pushed herself up to her feet, the languid Jill stretched out between their feet. Bart's face came even with his mother's beautiful tits and he leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on each hard nipple.
"You'll remember next time?" she asked with a dazed smile.
"Yes, Mom," he nodded truthfully and without anger.
"Good," she nodded and glanced back at Guy. "Well, we'll leave you two alone now. We have, uh-some business to take care of, don't we, son?" she smiled seductively back at Bart.
"Yeah," Bart grinned and left the room with her. "Have I shown you the new fish I got for my aquarium?" his voice drifted back.
Jill smiled and began to lick the come from her face. Guy stared at her for a moment and then shook his head with a laugh, amazed by the relationships between the three and by all that had happened to him since arriving a few hours earlier.
"They've only been balling for about a year," Jill grinned, enjoying his bewildered expression.
"I guess you're wondering why I had you come today-why I had you wait till today," she corrected, laughing.
"Yeah, sort of," he nodded, watching her move to a dresser and return with a manila envelope.
"I'll show you," she said, sitting down Indian style beside him and dumping out a group of blown up photos. "She's the reason," she said, lifting a photo of a girl of Jill's approximate age who was dressed in a dark blue school uniform.
"Very sweet looking," he nodded, looking at the mid-waist spill of straight, honey blonde hair, the large eyes and the slightly wide, girlish mouth. "Alice in Wonderland," he smiled.
"Amy," Jill said, handing him another picture. "But she doesn't arrive in Wonderland until tomorrow morning," she smiled.
"Wonderland does seem a fitting name for this place," he laughed, looking at the close-up of Amy's face. The girl's eyes were a deep violet color beneath eyebrows the color of burnished gold. Very light freckles were scattered across the bridge of her nose.
"She looks very innocent," he noted, taking the next photo.
"She is," Jill said softly, lifting her eyes from the pile of pictures. "Most of these pictures were cropped from group photos taken at school. The others I-took without her knowledge," she added with a sensual smile.
"How innocent?" he asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at a picture taken from a hidden vantage point. It showed Amy from the back, taking a shower, her legs long and slender, just maturing, the pert fanny rounded.
"A virgin. As virgin as possible, I think," Jill said, handing him another picture. "I was pretending to be adjusting my camera when I took that," she said as he looked down at a picture of Amy removing her bra in a dorm bedroom. The full mounds of the girl's breasts were the width of a hand, lifting out delicately two inches from her chest. "The kind of tits that look like nothing with clothes on and beautiful naked," he said, noting that the aureoles were flesh colored and thus invisible, the nipples like small craters with their inset centers.
"I've my suspicions as to whether she's ever been kissed even," Jill said. "Her parents are real prudes and hardly ever let her out of their sight, much less date."
"But she's coming here?" he asked, glancing through the remaining photos which showed the clothed Amy from many angles.
"Well, she'll be staying with a girl and her-parents." Jill added, with a raised eyebrow. "Would you like to be my step-father for the weekend?" she asked trailing her fingertips over his thigh. "I told her and her parents what an upright father you were," she said, her fingers flowing over his stiffening cock. "Very upright," she grinned.
"I'd guess that you've more in mind than just making it possible for her to be a house guest, or to take more photos," he said, reaching out to dip his fingers into the wet pink of her open slit.
"Only what she wants to do," Jill said with seriousness. "I want to seduce her if I can, seduce her away from the narrow prison she's been kept in. She's a beautiful person inside too and I just want her to be able to make the choice between her parents' way and our way."
"Between extremes?" he asked without criticism, stroking the long stem of her clit.
"I figure she might at least choose a middle ground that way. But it should be whatever she decides. No force or intimidation, or getting her drunk or stoned."
"Two days would seem a bit short for anyone else to manage that. But with our group...? Yeah, I'll be your step-father for the weekend," he smiled, as her fingers stroked softly up and down his hard shaft.
"You won't regret it," she smiled. "Hey, you know something?"
"That I've got a hard on again," he smiled happily.
"I've given you head, tongue bathed you, masturbated and drunk my brother's come in front of you. You've fucked my mother in front of me as well as the redhead at the store and you've scarfed my box. All that and we haven't balled yet," she laughed.
"Yeah," he nodded, his cock beginning to pulse. "But I just figured you were a prick tease," he grinned.
"Oh yeah?" she said with mock indignation and pushed him onto his back. "You can't sully my reputation like that," she grinned and straddled his hips, lowering her cunt down along his cock until she was firmly impaled on it.
Guy reached up and caressed her tits, feeling the head of his cock flatten out against the press of her cervix. Her tongue flicked out to moisten her smiling lips as she arched back to reach behind her and tickle his balls. She tightened and loosened her vaginal muscles in an easy rhythm, his engorged tool throbbing pleasurably to the humid softness of the caress.
"I'm gonna fuck you around," she grinned, beginning to revolve her hips, still flexing her cunt around the pivot of his tingling prick. "Gonna sharpen your pencil," she laughed, her eyelids lowering at the sensory friction of his shaft against the walls of her cunt.
He tightened his hands round the pliant yield of her tits, pressing his fingers into the softness as he chafed the long nipples against his palms. Her head lolled back, her arched body thrusting her breasts into his manipulation and she gurgled happily. His cock was pulsing joyously in the revolving grip of her snatch, burning in her succulent broth. He began to rotate his hips counter to her clockwise motion and began to thrust gradually up into her ravenous twat.
Murmuring carnally, Jill began to lift her hips as she continued to rotate them, rising and falling in a screwing motion timed to his thrusts which were quickening. Losing her grip on his nuts, she clutched at his thighs, her body bowed. Her hair spilling between his legs, Guy dug his heels into the bed, bucking his prod up into her. Her tits tightened against her chest with her backward stretching, as he pinched at the long stalks of her nipples, rolling the pink buds.
She gasped and shivered with the electric shock of an orgasm, her thighs pressing against his sides. Her cunny spasmed around his cock which was now flashing in and out, the top bobbing her clit as his fingers dropped to catch at the long protrusion and rolled it with firm squeezes.
Jill cried out with another climax, losing her grip on his legs. Blind with passion, she swayed upon the pumping staff and he caught her hip with one hand, continuing to jerk her clit off with the other. Raising up from the waist, he slid his hands higher and lowered her onto the bed and onto her back. Clasping her hips in his hands, he lifted her cunt with him as he came up onto his knees. Holding her open slit before him, he quickened the pace of his fucking, swimming in and out of the quicksand grip of her cunny.
Her weight on her shoulders, she whipped her head back and forth, groaning at the mounting rapture expanding from her snatch to consume her whole body.
"Awh, Fuck! Fuck, fuck. FUCK!" she cried in a strangled voice, perspiration shimmering on her forehead and between her swollen tits. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, blood pounding in her ears. She came again, her sweet juices bubbling around the lightning flashes of his tool. She grabbed at her tits, burying her fingertips in the soft pillows of flesh, clutching for some sanity as her mind whirled with the blurring of her connecting climaxes.
Guy let her hips down, his mouth dry, his breath coming in gasps as the lascivious delight of her climaxing gash began to spin his own thoughts and perceptions. He was losing himself in the motions of their balling and his body quaked with the impending release as his root began to throb faster. He fell atop her, his arms giving out, but continued to piston within her. He bit at her tits and throat and she screamed with joy as her climaxes culminated in a monumental orgasm.
Possessed by the consuming ecstasies, her body spasmed and jerked beneath him. Her head was thrown back with her eyes staring sightlessly up into the flashing lights her release was imprinting upon her retinas. She babbled loving obscenities, her softening cunt still clutching around the thick length of his still pumping cock.
His balls were swollen with boiling come, the blood rushing in his prick. He was losing all co-ordination, losing awareness of the rhythm of his motions, only knowing that his cock was jabbing and twisting in the sweltering maw of her gash. Her legs were wrapped around him, the heels of her feet pressed into the small of his back, and through some quirk, the contact held back the release of his come. It crashed in turbulent waves trying to escape the channel between balls and cock. He gasped and shuddered, experiencing a prolongation of his climax, the spend surging for release, battering at his mind. He was in a delirium or rapture. He cried out, the intensity of pleasure becoming too much to withstand. It was as if he were in a tornado, being pulled up from his body, becoming one with the ecstasy. He no longer had any sense of motion, of flesh or sight. He was merging with the flaming light of a sun that flared and blazed with energy.
His body trembled and shook, whipping his cock within her. His hands still gripped the sweet domes of her breasts, his cheek pressed against hers. The sounds tumbling from his lips began to bring her back from her semi-consciousness to realize that he was still fucking her and she experienced a minor orgasm. Her hands rubbed at his back, her lips kissing at his face and she rolled him onto his back so she could again mount his bucking hips. In control now, she began to lift her cunt up his swollen prod, gripping tightly around him to drag her cunny along the tight flesh of his sheath and then sliding back down. Faster and faster she moved with the gripping movement, looking down at his ecstatic expression. Then she could feel him begin to twitch and churn in the silken glove of her womanhood.
The floodgates began to crumble, the bubbling soup of his gizzum erupting, hosing her depths. The sun of his experience began to implode and explode, a star nova within his consciousness. His eyes opened wide, staring into her beautiful face and he couldn't tell if his come was gushing for moments or hours, or even when it ceased. Everything was right with the world and a beautiful woman was smiling at him with loving joy.
Gradually, still basking in the blissful sensations, he fell asleep. Smiling happily, Jill let his now limp cock slip from her on its own and she stretched out alongside him, pressing her body against him. She fell asleep with her head in the hollow of his shoulder. Both of them were smiling.
CHAPTER SIX
"What did you think of Amy's parents?" Clarise asked Guy as they climbed the stairs. Jill and Amy were in Jill's room and Amy's parents had just departed.
"He gave me all his theories on the relationship between sex and the fall of nations," Guy said as they entered her room. "I nodded a lot. Almost nodded off, actually," he smiled. "Her mother didn't seem to have much to say."
"Oh, she complimented me on how demure Jill and I were dressed and how respectable we all seemed," Clarise grinned, opening one of her closets.
"Where did you get those outfits?" he asked, removing his jacket and tie.
"We keep them for emergencies," she laughed, turning on a light to reveal a mirror on the back wall of the closet. She pressed a button and with an electric hum, a panel slid back from behind the mirror which was matched with one on Jill's wall. "What do you think?" Clarise smiled at Guy as he moved forward with interest, seeing that they had a clear view of Jill's bedroom and bathroom and of Jill and Amy.
"One way, non-breakable glass," Clarise said, tapping the glass. "And the rooms are soundproofed," she added, moving a small couch in front of the wide closet doorway. "Drink?"
"Yeah," he nodded, watching the two girls opening Amy's luggage to put her things away. "Looks like a great movie," he mused. Clarise handed him his drink as she sat down beside him on the couch.
"Complete with sound," she smiled, flipping a switch inside the door jamb.
They heard the girls moving about and talking and he sipped at his drink, leaning back as Clarise began to unzip his slacks.
"And a refreshment stand too," she purred, her fingers stroking his cock to full erection. "Love lick-rich-sticks," she said and she positioned herself to watch the girls as she tongued his prick and sipped her drink.
* * *
"You want to shower? Then we can swim some," Jill suggested, putting Amy's suitcases in her closet.
"Okay," Amy nodded, taking a modest two-piece suit from her things.
"You're not going to wear that, are you?" Jill asked, disbelieving. "It looks like something your father would choose," she laughed. "Here, try this," she offered, pulling a green bikini from a drawer.
"It's awfully-small," Amy said, holding the thin strips of cloth up against her modestly dressed, ripening young body.
"It'll just be us girls at the pool," Jill chided. "Now, into the shower and not another word," she grinned, pointing.
Amy looked around, trying to decide how to have privacy while she disrobed.
"You're kidding, aren't you?" Jill asked, removing her own blouse. "I mean after changing before and after P.E. classes together, you're not shy about it, are you?"
Amy flushed, realizing the truth in her friend's words and began to unbutton her blouse with a nod, smiling softly. As Jill turned away, removing her bra, Amy noted the firmness of the other girl's larger breasts and the pink lengths of the nipples that stood out nearly half an inch unaroused. A bit envious, Amy removed her own bra.
"What's the matter?" Jill asked, noticing Amy's expression.
"Oh, I just wish that my breasts would-get bigger. Yours are..." she shrugged with a little frown, lowering her eyes.
"What are you talking about?" Jill asked, stepping out of her pleated skirt, now wearing only her translucent panties. "Your titties are just beautiful, Amy," she said, examining the wide domes. "And your nipples are such a pretty color, like sandalwood," she said admiringly, extending her fingers to touch the protruding rings of the cratered extensions, the aureoles visible only on the closest inspection.
"Jill!" Amy said, jumping at the touch that hardened her breast tips into solid rings that could serve as molds for a little girl's ear rings.
"Boy, but you're jumpy," Jill said, shaking her head with a smile.
"Well, I mean..." Amy began, but Jill was busy slip ping her panties down her legs, fully revealing her auburn pubic thatch and her uptilted buttocks.
Amy removed her skirt and shoes and slipped her own waist-high, non-transparent panties off. Jill did not take notice of the slender waist that blossomed into full hips, the pert ass cheeks, nor the plume of honey colored hair that just concealed the lips between Amy's plump cunt cheeks. With an air of hurt feelings, Jill poked about in a drawer for another swimsuit.
"I'm sorry, Jill, but I-I guess I'm just tired from the ride," Amy said, tentatively touching the other's shoulder.
"It's okay," Jill mumbled, straightening from the drawer, her back pressing against one of Amy's tits.
"P-please, Jill-" Amy stammered, forcing herself to keep from jumping back at the intimate contact. "I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings," Amy apologized, disturbed at the pleasurable tingle of her nipple against Jill's warm flesh.
"Aw, it's okay," Jill grinned, turning round so that their breasts were just touching. "Friends," she nodded and embraced Amy.
Amy felt her legs grow weak and she could not tell how long they stood in one another's arms, the ringlets of auburn and the honey strands meshing as their girlish bellies rubbed below the contact of their women's breasts. Amy swallowed, her eyelids weighted by the warmth flowing through her flesh. Jill's tits were so soft against hers, her belly and thighs so supple. Jill's perfume was rich, her hair like silk spinnings at Amy's cheek.
"You ought to get under the shower, Miss," Jill smiled, her voice tender as she stepped back to hold the shaky Amy's shoulders at arm's length.
"Y-yes," Amy whispered, wondering that Jill seemed so unaffected while she experienced the vertigo of arousal. She snapped to, shocked at the idea that she might be lesbian. Quickly, she turned and moved into the bathroom. As the cool water cleared her mind, she discounted the feelings as products of her long trip, her fatigue.
In the bedroom, Jill slipped into a latex bikini, smiling at the mirror she knew Clarise and Guy were watching through. She still found it difficult to believe Amy's naive shyness and prudery, even though she knew about her home life. Yet, she liked the girl and had found it difficult not to kiss her when they had embraced. Her thoughts were interrupted by the cutting off of the shower.
"Jill, where are the towels?" Amy called out, poking her head around the bathroom door.
"Has Karen forgotten to replace them?" Jill frowned.
"Karen?" Amy asked, beads of water trickling over the delicate rise of her breasts and slipping from her nipples.
"Our maid," Jill said, moving to the closet. "Hold on a minute," she directed, taking a terry cloth robe off a hanger.
"That ought to do it," Amy smiled, stepping reluctantly from the cover of the door.
"Yeah, I'll get your back with the sleeves," Jill said, handing the body of the garment to her.
Amy started to protest, but remembered Jill's previous reaction of hurt. She rubbed the cloth over her arms and breasts, feeling Jill's hands at her back. As she wiped the moisture from the slickened strands of her muff, she felt the other girl's gentle touch move from the small of her back to the globes of her fanny. Amy clenched her teeth to keep from speaking as the hands encased those lush cheeks, sliding into the cleavage to dry her bung hole. Amy found her own hands pressing against her cunny, acting with a will of their own in response to instincts she did not understand. Then Jill's hands were sliding the terry cloth down the backs of Amy's legs, then back up the insides till they pressed against the sweltering nook of her twat. Amy's lips parted, her eyes closing to the warmth. Then Jill's touch was gone and she was standing before her.
Amy turned to pick up her bikini, not wanting to make eye contact with Jill, feeling feverish and confused. As she stepped into the bottoms, she wondered if Jill was deliberately creating these feelings of arousal in her, or if she was imagining things.
"These sure are small," she said, forcing the words from her constricted throat, looking down at the strip of green at her hips. It came up in a V with the contour of her pubes in front, half of each buttock showing in the back. At the top, the cleavage of her fanny just showed, while in the front a few blonde strands curled over the waistband. "II can't wear this, Jill. Not with the hair showing like that," she protested.
"Ah, fix that up in a jiffy," Jill smiled, taking a pair of scissors from her dresser.
Amy swallowed hard as Jill lowered to one knee before her, her face even with her just covered snatch. The tapered fingers brushed against her belly as they tugged at the golden hair. The scissors came forward and clipped them off. Holding the shorn lockets between thumb and forefinger, Jill pushed the remaining hair down into the cover of the bikini bottoms, her fingers brushing Amy's pubic growth. Amy felt frozen to the spot, a buzzing in her ears.
"Oh, there's some here at the bottom too," Jill said. "But we can just push them back in," she reasoned and her fingertips were pressing between the cloth and the flesh of Amy's cunt, pressing against the soft yield. "Now the top, you immodest girl," Jill grinned naturally as she stood seeming unaffected by the contact.
Her throat dry, Amy turned to pick up the top, not noticing that Jill slipped the pubic shearings into her jewelry case. The bikini top consisted of two small triangles of soft cloth that showed the impressions of Amy's nipples and left the outside and inside tops of her sweet tits free. She resisted the urge to protest and found herself turning to view herself in the large mirror against one wall. She was stunned at how near naked she was, but even more so by how desirable she appeared, she never had thought of herself that way.
* * *
"She's so sweet, y'just want to eat her up, don't you?" Clarise gurgled happily, continuing to lick at Guy's cock as they watched Amy, who was staring right at them, but unable to see them.
"Um," Guy muttered, his eyelids heavy from Clarise's oral attentions and from the scene they had just watched.
The girls turned and left their room and Clarise sat up, turning off the sound. She and Guy finished off their drinks and she pulled out a swinging rack from the wall of the closet. From it hung dozens of belts, thin and wide, tooled and natural, bearing a variety of buckles.
"You still hard?" she asked, drifting her fingers over the belts.
"Yeah," he chuckled, having been brought close to orgasm.
"You know what I like sometimes?" she asked, caressing the texture of the different types of leather. "I like to be attacked, beaten and taken," she said, her voice husky. "Not to the point of injury or great pain," she added, turning toward him. "Just enough to walk that thin line between pain and pleasure. No blood or scars, or aching later. Just a firm spanking with a belt. Rape of a sort by a man who doesn't need force to get it up, who realizes there are all lands of giving," she smiled seductively.
"I don't know," he said, considering it. "It isn't exactly my thing. It'd ass me out if I really hurt you."
"I know," she smiled, removing her skirt. "Otherwise, I wouldn't suggest it. You'll be careful with me," she said, slipping off her panties.
"And that's the only way I'm going to get any, huh?" he smiled, watching her move to her vanity, wearing only a blouse and high heels.
"Uh huh," she nodded, sitting back against the top of the vanity and uncapping a rouge container. "You'll have to take it," she purred, rotating her fingertip slowly over her bare cunt, rouging the lush cheeks to the softest pink. "When you decide you really want me," she added, her cunt blushing provocatively as she opened her blouse to slip one large tit free. "Really and truly decide you want to fuck me-in the mouth, in the cunt, in my ass, under my arm. Wherever you want to shove your cock, wherever you want to shoot your hot cream in or on me," she almost whispered, rouging her erect nipple. "Otherwise..." she trailed off, buttoning her blouse back before putting her sheer panties back on.
Guy moistened his lips, watching the pink shift of her cunny beneath the panties, her slit a soft shadow. His still erect prick throbbed as she moved about the room, her breasts bobbing under her blouse, then one rouged nipple showing through. Slowly, he stood, his prod standing out through his open fly.
She smiled mysteriously over her shoulder, her ass stretching the panties tight over the rich cushions of her buttocks as she bent from the waist to touch her ankles, He glanced back at the rack of belts and slid a thick one loose, the brass buckle fitting perfectly into his palm.
Her nostrils flared as she watched him finger the grain of the tanned leather and she gripped her ankles tightly, thrusting her voluptuous fanny back toward him, her breathing heavy. He looked toward her, her face upside down between her legs, her hair spilling over her feet and he tossed the belt onto the couch.
He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, his breath deep but steady. Kicking away his shoes, he removed his pants to stand naked for a moment before picking the belt up again. He moved toward her, coming to a stop just behind her where she could not see his face. Noting the opulent thrust of her ass cheeks, he doubled the belt in his hand and eased the edge over the thinly garbed flesh.
She gave a little gasp of anticipation and loosened one ankle to reach up and once again free her tit. He continued to slide the belt over her expectant rump and she pressed her chin against her chest, her tongue caressing her large breast.
Smiling, he moved past her to the small bar. Her eyes widened anxiously and she lifted her face to watch him. She frowned as he began to pour himself a drink and she started to straighten up, irritated by frustration.
"Did you hear me say you could straighten up?" he asked coolly. "You wouldn't be trying to escape, would you?" he added, turning toward her as he slowly sipped his drink.
"No," she said quickly, hardly able to conceal her smile of pleasure as she realized he was going to play his role fully.
"That's very good-for you," he nodded, putting his glass down and moving back toward her, the looped belt swinging loosely at his side. "Would you like to kiss the belt that'll kiss your ass?" he asked, extending the belt toward her face.
She strained her head upward, maintaining her grip on her ankles and slowly slid her tongue out to touch the leather, her lips following. He jerked the belt away and moved out of her line of vision. He was silent and she wondered what he was doing, what he was planning to do. Suddenly, the length of the belt snapped out against her ass. Taken by surprise, she gasped at the sting of his controlled blow.
Behind her, he pulled his arm back and snaked the belt out again, bringing the leather flat against her fanny to quiver the full pillows. She shivered at the sensation, and sucked her nipple into her mouth, giving it little suckling bites with each slap of the belt.
His prick was pulsing as he brought the belt down again, seeing the crotch of her panties growing wet with her carnal secretions, seeing her suck at her tit. His blood racing now, he reached out and grabbed the frail fabric of her panties, yanking them back in his fist, the shredding of the cloth grating loudly through the room. He tossed them aside and the belt again smacked against her ass, but this time against the bare, silky flesh that was glowing pink. She moaned against her tit and let it free with the next contact.
Remembering his remark about escaping, her eyes narrowed and she bolted for the door. Tossing the belt aside, he grabbed for her, catching the blouse in his hand. The cloth ripped away from her swinging tits and she staggered. He caught her by the hair, bringing her to a stop and moved toward the bed, forcing her to follow.
"Did you think you could get away with that?" he snarled and thrust her onto the bed.
She looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes, her breasts heaving through the remnants of her blouse. With a thin smile, he tore away the garment, pulling her off her elbow so that she sprawled back on the bed, her rouged cunt open to reveal her wet slit. He grabbed one wrist and then the other, tying them to the bedposts with strips from the blouse. A moment later her ankles were bound and she lay spread-eagled on her back.
"I was only spanking you before because I thought you liked this belt. But now you need to be punished for trying to leave the room without permission," he said, snapping the belt between his hands.
"Oh, please don't," she said in a little girl's whimper, only the flexing of her cunt giving away her true desire. I-I'll do anything you say."
"Of course, you've no other choice," he laughed, trailing the tip of the belt from between her breasts to her spread box. "Do you think it'll feel different with the tip wet?" he asked, dipping the pointed leather into the wet slit.
She bit at her lower lip, her stomach tightening at the sensation of the leather spinning round in her gash. The belt lifted and she raised her eyelids to see him raising the belt. The leather flashed downward and she arched up with a groan as it flattened against the globes of her tits, stinging and burning at her hard nipples. She arched again, twisting with pleasure as her breasts took on the pinkness of her ass, of her rouged cunt. Her nipples were glowing, throbbing. She cried out as lightning flashes of pleasure shot up from her cunt. Her tits were swollen and lifted to meet the kiss of the belt. She whipped her head back and forth, her hands in fists, drawing her bindings taut.
He shifted and moved the belt downward, keeping the force of his swings consistent with the first. She screamed with a climax as the belt curled over her belly and her eyes went wide with ecstasy as it slapped at her hips, the center greeting the rise of her cunt with the briefest touch.
She quivered, gasping for breath and he tossed the belt away. Climbing onto the bed, he knelt down over her face, his cock jabbing against her mouth as he caught her hair to hold her head in place.
"Suck me off," he ordered in a tight voice. "Lubricate me."
Her eyes blinked open, staring blankly for a moment and then she pressed her face toward him eagerly, sucking his hard tool hungrily. Her lip-buffered teeth worked their way down his shaft, her tongue lapping at it and rolling it against the roof of her mouth and her indrawn cheeks. She took his whole length in as Jill had, sucking his head down into her throat.
Guy's head lolled back, his eyes closed to the feverish mouthing of his tool, to the static electricity burning through his body. His teeth clamped, he tensed, feeling his come swelling within him. Then, at the last moment, he pulled back free of her mouth, delaying his climax. She looked up at him with a wild-eyed sense of loss, unable to comprehend his action.
He shifted down between her legs and lifted her hips. Pointing his wet cock, he thrust forward, burying himself between her lush flanks, sliding up into her ass. She gasped with sudden delight, twisting at the cloth that held her. He slid his legs up beside her, under her hips so that he was sitting under her bucking ass, his tool being tugged and squeezed within her rectum.
Guy lay back, gripping her ankles and thrust his hips upward, pumping his prick in and out of her fanny. Sobbing with pleasure, she clutched at him, bouncing her ass off his thrusts. She could not see him and there was only the grip of his hands round her ankles. She lost all sense of his being there and then there was only the thick horn of his cock fucking her ass.
Guy pressed back against the bed, his mind blurring under the sensual assault of his prod's contact with her gyrating fanny. She was gripping him tightly, lunging against his dives, yanking on his cock. Blood pounded in his head and he held her ankles even tighter, twisting as the quaking quickened, his prick pulsing faster and faster, his hips twisting it in the hot glove of her bung hole. He gasped, the air catching in his throat, the veins standing out on his neck as his body bowed with muscle tremors. Then the restraints fell and his come was gushing free, shooting up into her bowels and the breath came free in his throat with a hoarse groan that became a sigh as the blissful achievement of orgasm washed over him.
Clarise twitched and quivered upon the spar of his pumping cock, climaxing deeply. Finally, they were both still and she went limp, her breathing gradually returning to normal.
Recovered, he took several deep breaths and reached back to free her ankles. Sitting up, with his now limp prick still held in her ass, he untied her wrists. Loose, she sat up, her arms going around his neck and pressed her tongue lovingly into his mouth. He held her to him, his tongue dueling with hers and they lay back before rolling onto their sides, his prod coming free of her with a small popping sound.
"For someone so uneager to play that game, you really got into your role," she smiled happily.
"I don't believe in doing things half-assed," he shrugged.
"No," she nodded with an arched eyebrow, reaching back to massage her still tingling ass. "You got it all."
"Didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked, lifting his drink from beside the bed.
"No," she whispered tenderly and accepted a sip of the liquor.
"Shucks," he shook his head and took a swallow.
"'Shucks'? " she laughed out loud. "Lord! A cornball sex fiend," she shook her head.
"Now look," he said with mock gravity. "I'll spank you and all, but I'm not going to use an ear of corn over my cock."
"Alright, I give up," she laughed, lying back. "Still..." she mused, "I'd never thought of that. Cucumbers, bananas, carrots, but never an ear of corn. But then I'm not that much of a vegetarian," she said, reaching down to massage his prick. "I like meat too much," she grinned salaciously.
"Good," he smiled and their mouths joined again, tongues swimming languidly together as he began to build another erection.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As Jill and Amy swam, Amy forgot about her arousal and confusion, losing herself in the physical exertion and fun. They dove and paddled about, splashing each other and laughed. When they pulled themselves from the water, both were breathing heavily. The damp latex fit like a second skin over Amy's breasts; the dimpled circles of her nipples were etched clearly. Jill glanced at her as the honey blonde pulled herself to her feet. The bottoms were just as tight; the crack of her ass and her slit were defined along with the cheeks of cunt and fanny. Before Amy could notice that she had been looking, Jill pulled herself out, the soft stuff of her own bikini clinging just as tightly.
"You should get some lotion on before you burn," Jill said, bending over to lift a bottle of lotion from beside her towel. The rich pillows of her buttocks were emphasized by the glued-on effect of her wet bottoms.
"Yes," Amy mumbled, startled by the molding of the wet cloth to Jill's opulent body.
"Want some?" Jill asked, holding the bottle out, a pool of the lotion in her other palm.
"Your father and Bart...? " Amy asked nervously as Jill sat down to apply the lotion to her long legs.
"They won't be out," Jill smiled. "Nothing to worry about," she added, rubbing the lotion over the bared tops of her tits. "You can even get an all over tan if you want."
"I-I don't think I could do that. I'd be too-you know," she said shyly, her eyes ducking to suddenly take note of her own bikini. She blushed, seeing her breasts all but naked, her snatch outlined in every detail.
"You don't mind if I do, do you?" Jill asked.
"Huh?" Amy asked, looking up.
"Get an all over tan," Jill smiled.
"Oh, no," Amy answered quickly, realizing her own prudishness and a bit sorry for it. "The way these suits fit-I guess it isn't all that much of a difference."
"No, it isn't," Jill smiled softly, reaching back to unfasten her top. "Eh! It's pulled into a knot. Would you get it?" she asked, turning her back toward Amy.
Amy nervously unfastened the thin strings and the cloth fell away. Jill breathed deeply, letting her luscious breasts expand fully under the sunlight, her long nipples standing out proudly. Amy quickly busied herself with oiling her legs to avert her eyes from Jill.
"Want me to get your back?" Jill asked.
"Okay," Amy nodded and handed the bottle back, turning toward the pool, resting her arms on her raised knees.
Jill began to apply the syrupy lotion to Amy's shoulders, her fingers stroking out from the rotation of her palms. She had to force herself to keep from unfastening the top and taking Amy's delicious tits into her hands, from pulling Amy's body back against hers so that she could turn the girl's head for the kiss she wanted to give her. Instead, she continued to lovingly rub the oil into the soft resilience of Amy's flesh.
"You wanted some iced tea, Miss Jill?" a young, female voice asked and they both turned to see Karen, the maid. She had dark features, as mysterious and passionate as a Gypsy's, short-clipped jet black hair framing a face of symmetrical beauty. One did not note the adolescent cast of her breasts beneath the silk uniform due to her legs. They were long and tapered exquisitely from beneath her short skirt.
"Yes, bring it over here, would you, Karen?" Jill smiled back at the woman, her hands continuing to flex upon Amy's back.
Amy had the feeling that the woman's almond shaped eyes were staring deeply into her. Uneasy, she turned her face back toward the pool as Karen went to one knee beside them, her skirt pulling back as she set the tray down. Her eyes met Jill's for a moment, communicating silently. As Amy's eyes were away from them, Jill reached out, sliding her hand up between the long legs to touch the exposed coils of ebony that made up Karen's thick bush. Both smiled and Jill lowered the hand to lift one of the glasses, raising its cool surface to the dark pelt. Karen's tongue moistened her lips, her eyes narrowing with both pleasure and amusement.
"Tea, Amy?" Jill asked, extending the glass over the girl's shoulder.
"Thanks," Amy smiled, taking the glass to sip at it.
"Perhaps you could oil my back while I get Amy's, Karen?" Jill asked, her eyebrow arched provocatively.
"Of course, Miss Jill," Karen nodded, her eyes twinkling.
Karen poured lotion into her hand, moving to kneel behind Jill, her thighs spread to embrace the sides of Jill's legs. Spreading her oiled palms over Jill's back, she ran the tip of her tongue over the girl's neck and her fingers slid around to massage the firm domes of Jill's naked tits.
Jill nibbled at her lower lip and smiled back over her shoulder as Karen's fingers worked the lotion into her nipples, sending webbings of pleasure flowing through her. Karen's hands drifted downward over her stomach and to the waistband of the bikini bottoms. Both glancing at the unaware Amy, Karen leaned forward and they touched tongue tips, Karen's fingers slipping under the damp cloth.
Jill had to concentrate to keep her hands steady upon Amy as she kissed deeply with Karen. The woman's agile fingers played at the outer lips of her cunt to bring them to a hot tingle.
Amy felt Jill's hands expand and contract in soothing rhythms, unaware that the two women were kissing, that Karen was stroking Jill's clit while twisting her own cunt against the balls of Jill's feet. Amy only knew that the sensation of the massage was mellowing, her breathing deep and steady as she lowered her forehead to her raised knees. The sun was warm and there was only the sound of her breathing in her ears. Her mind began to drift languidly, her body relaxed to Jill's touch, losing all sense of time.
Jill curled her toes back against the roll of Karen's cunny, her breathing strained as the woman continued to stroke her clit. Then her shoulders tensed, the muscles quivering as she kept her hands steady and held back a cry of delight, the climax that Karen had been festering in her wet channel surging clear. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, her eyes squeezed shut, but she still kept her hands moving upon Amy's back though the movements were firmer and quicker.
Karen slid her hands from Jill's bottoms and touched one damp finger to the girl's parted lips. Smiling dreamily, Jill sucked the finger into her mouth as if it were a man's cock, her tongue caressing it lovingly. Then it was gone and the humid heat of Karen's twat was raising up from the bottoms of her feet as the woman stood.
"Will there be anything else?" Karen asked in a soft, husky voice, standing against Jill's back.
Jill noted that Amy's head was still lowered against her knees and turned her face against Karen's thigh, caressing it with her cheek. Smiling sensually, Karen drew her skirt up to bare the full lengths of her statuesque legs and then her damp cunt. Bending at the knees, she shifted and lowered her cunny even with Jill's mouth. Continuing her massage, Jill pressed her lips into the musky fur of Karen's muff and probed the hot gash with her tongue, drawing it upward till she caught the erect clit. Already keyed from her masturbation against Jill's feet, Karen had to grip the girl's head for support, her mind flashing with spurts of ecstasy. Sucking air in silently, she dizzily stepped back when she was able, letting her skirt drop back into place.
"Very good, Miss," Karen whispered, her eyes glazed, swaying drunkenly.
"Thank you, Karen," Jill smiled, slowly licking her lips.
"My pleasure, Miss," Karen smiled back and returned to the house with a mellow expression on her face.
Jill turned her lidded eyes back to Amy, wondering that the girl had remained unaware of what they were doing, sitting for so long as she caressed her back. Now, more than ever, she wanted to embrace and make love to her.
"Guess that's got it," she forced herself to say, removing her hands from Amy.
"Um, felt good," Amy mumbled sleepily. "Sun so warm..."
"Yes, very warm," Jill said, her voice a soft hum. "Why don't you stretch out on your stomach? Nap in the sun and I'll get the backs of your legs so they won't burn," she suggested softly in the same comforting drone.
"Alright," Amy said groggily, only half understanding and leaned to her side, stretching out on the towel, her eyes almost closed.
"Sun can make all the tensions just melt away," Jill hummed, kneeling by Amy's legs as she poured more lotion into her hands. She cupped the girl's ankles and began to work it in, moving unhurriedly upward to her knees and then her thighs.
Amy felt so comfortable, unaware of the hard poolside beneath her, as the caressing flow of Jill's hands moved over the backs of her thighs. The fingers pressed against the tender flesh, the thumbs working the insides in burning arcs. She felt as if warm honey was flowing, creeping over her. It seemed that she should be aware of something, that she should be saying something, but she did not know what it was and it seemed like too much effort to try and pursue the matter.
Jill wondered if she was not risking putting Amy on the defensive, of shocking her. Yet, she rationalized that her friend would give some indication if she were going too far. Moistening her dry lips, Jill swallowed, her hands to the base of Amy's fanny. Her hands cupped the tops of the girl's legs and she continued to leisurely caress her, forefingers rubbing against the soft ass cheeks as her thumbs rolled alongside the base of Amy's just covered cunt. Jill was breathing heavily, her own slit burning hungrily, her belly tight. She was so close, but to bring her thumbs together between the spread thighs was to surely rouse the girl from her drowsy slumber and force the issue. No, it would be better to merely arouse, to wait for Amy's response to the accumulation and opportunity.
Her eyes closed, Jill continued to stroke the oiled flesh, feeling the heat of Amy's snatch against her thumbs, it was so close. Amy's mind floated and she murmured contentedly, a feeling of bliss warmly radiating through her. Jill's hands were so firm and yet so gentle, the sensations so strange and yet so pleasant. "You're going to have a white strip on your back from your top," she heard Jill say, her voice sounding very far away. "You did say it didn't make much difference, the way the suit fits. Want me to unfasten it for you?" the soothing voice offered. She murmured her agreement, responding naturally without thought.
The fingertips drew inward to meet the thumbs in a caress of the juncture of thighs and ass and then brushed over her fanny as they rose to the bikini straps. Jill's fingers trembled slightly as she untied the thin straps and she pulled them outward to let them fall to Amy's sides, exposing the outsides of the wide tits that bulged out from under the girl's weight.
Her swollen tits rising and falling with her strained breathing, Jill pushed her palms down over her stomach, slipping her fingers into her bottoms to press them tightly against the throbbing of her wet cunny. She gripped each side of her snatch with fingers and palms, catching her clit between her thumbs. Trembling, she raised one hand and held it half extended toward Amy's bottoms.
"Of course, you'll have a mark across your fanny with the bottoms," Amy half-heard the voice say. "I'm taking mine off. If you want, I'll get yours too," the voice offered, its tone warm and hopeful, caressing her with its breathless softness. She murmured agreement, it seemed like such a nice thing to offer.
Having pushed her own bottoms down as she spoke, Jill shifted to remove them from her legs. Hesitantly, she turned to Amy's. Amy had not noticed the snaps that held the cloth together at the hips, just slipping them on. Jill's fingers touched at Amy's hips and she chewed at her lower hp, feverish. Gently, she tugged and the snaps clicked loose and the front section dropped free, exposing the sides of Amy's hips. Jill moistened her lips again and lifted the back section away from Amy's fanny, baring the rounded ass cheeks. Rolling the cloth in to the center, she lowered the double rill between Amy's thighs and she could see the base of Amy's cunt, the lips just parted around the soft pink slit.
Jill sat back and pressed the heels of her feet against her ass, her fingers returning to her clit. Staring at Amy's naked body, she began to stroke the long extension of flesh, finally rolling onto her side, choking back her sounds of release while Amy slept on.
* * *
"And how're the girls doing?" Clarise asked Karen after the woman had told her the dinner hour.
Lying naked upon the bed with Clarise, Guy listened to Karen's warm voice detail the erotic activities she and Jill had enjoyed, his eyes moving up her fantastic legs as he wondered if she had ever worked in Vegas. His cock hardening, his eyes met hers and he realized she had been staring at the long length of his flesh as it stiffened and rose, her expression showing a lascivious hunger.
"My poor darling," Clarise said when Karen had finished. "To be all worked up like that, you must be terribly hungry yet. Why don't you join us?" she smiled, glancing back at the smiling Guy and caressing his engorged meat. "Guy has a joy stick here I think you'll find very soothing-eventually."
Without pause, Karen unzipped the uniform and lifted it up her body, baring the dark foliage of her box, the supple contour of her belly and the gentle rise of her breasts which were like wide powder puffs, capped by plump aureoles that stood out as far from her breasts as those soft mounds did from her chest, topped by the pursed nubs of her tan nipples. Viewed from head to waist, she appeared to be a knowing adolescent girl on the verge of blossoming; viewed from waist to feet she appeared to be an extraordinarily beautiful show girl; viewed in total, she was a combination of blooming girl and voluptuous woman, her mysterious eyes promising the best of both.
Karen slid sensuously onto the bed, her long legs curling beside her. Her tapered fingers caressed his tool and he pulled her to him, feeling her mouth opening for his tongue. Their tongues brushed and dipped together and he sucked hers into his mouth, his hands moving down the velvet softness of her back to grasp the ripe cheeks of her ass. Karen's hands moved over his chest and down his sides, coming together around the taut flesh of his scrotum so that she could caress his swollen balls. The two kneeling together, they shifted as they felt Clarise slide beneath them, her full tits cushioning his ass as her mouth kissed and tongued at his nuts and at Karen's damp slit.
The head of his cock pressing into the humid warmth of Karen's slit, Guy felt her flexing her cunt, pulling at him and he pressed forward. They rose from the bed, their hips coming together as his shaft began to slide up into the warm tugging of her cunny, bathing him in her hot secretions. He sank himself into her depths till their pubic hair meshed, their stomachs coming together in undulating strokes.
As Clarise slid out from under them, Karen stretched back, Guy atop her and she wrapped her statuesque legs around his waist, groaning at the churning of his cock in her twat. Clarise moved up alongside them, her hands caressing them as her mouth moved from his ear to her nipples. Guy rotated his prick in the tight seizure of Karen's underbelly, her hips pressing and rolling with him, her legs caressing his sides and his buttocks. His mouth parted from Karen's to let Clarise's press in from the side, their three tongues swimming together. He reached out with one hand and buried his index finger in Clarise's ass, causing her to gasp into their mouths and then Karen's fingers were working up into the other woman's slit. Karen's other hand pressed at his ass and he felt her slender fingers opening his buttocks to plunge a finger up into his rectum.
Guy lapped his tongue against the serpentine caresses of the women's, his prick quivering with pleasure within the whirlpool of Karen's talented cunny, his prostate throbbing against the stroking of Karen's probing finger. He twisted the hardness of his swollen tool in Karen's voracious gash, working his finger in and out of Clarise's bung hole with one hand while he crimped Karen's nipple with the other.
Karen could feel Guy's finger flexing against hers through Clarise's membrane as she caressed the other woman's snatch. She bucked her cunt against the spiking bulk that filled her, burying her finger in his ass to tickle his prostate faster. Gasping, her head fell away from theirs and Guy and Clarise lowered their faces to her tits, sucking them into their mouths as they tongued her aching nipples.
Clarise pressed Karen's clit down against the pumping strokes of Guy's prick, stroking his balls with her other hand. Karen was crying out with pleasure, her body twisting and shaking under Guy, her fingers clutching in his ass and in Clarise's cunt. Clarise cried out at the quickened movement, her box spasming around the girl's hand, her hips thrusting back against the workings of his finger to send her even higher. She bit softly against the base of Karen's tit, her tongue pressing the fat aureole back into the soft blossom.
Karen screamed with ecstasy, her body ablaze with pleasure, shuddering against Guy. The vibration of Karen's hot gash around him, the constant stimulation of his prostate and the caress of Clarise's fingers around his balls all joined together to set Guy's mind aboil. He bit into Karen's breast, his body quaking faster and faster till, with a volcanic surge, he came, jetting his gizzum up into her devouring cunny.
Their flesh tingling, their minds clouded with pleasure, Guy and the two women slowly slumped upon the bed, gasping for breath. Eyes lidded, they smiled at one another and Guy stretched his arms out to either side, drawing them against him, the silkiness of their warm flesh merging with his. He kissed each of them, curling his arms to caress their breasts, and a few minutes later, they dozed off contentedly.
* * *
When Amy had awakened, Jill had been swimming at the far end of the pool. Feeling very relaxed, Amy had sat up, languidly stretching. It had been a moment before she had realized that she was no longer wearing her bikini and she whipped her head around immediately only to find that no one was watching her, not even Jill. Smiling awkwardly at her reaction, she reached out for the strips of green cloth, only to pause. It felt so surprisingly good to be sitting in the sun unencumbered, bathing fully in the bright sunlight
Now, standing under the shower in Jill's bathroom, she wondered at how she had waited till Jill had finished swimming before unhurriedly putting on her bikini. She could just imagine how her parents would have reacted. She turned her head as Jill parted the shower curtains to look in.
"Mind if I join you?" Jill asked. "Otherwise, well be late for supper," she explained, stepping into the shower when Amy nodded with only a trace of self-consciousness. "Would you wash the oil off my back and I'll get yours?"
Amy nodded again, finding no words coming. Jill's touch was as tenderly arousing as it had been when drying her earlier and as lovingly evocative as at the pool. But now Amy found herself less concerned that someone was touching her, or even at the pleasurable effects, being primarily aware of the lush contours of her own body that were being caressed with soapy hands and wash cloth. The few times in the past when she had even been aware that she had a woman's body, it had been with a sense of inferiority, feeling that other girls were far more attractive, their breasts larger, their legs more shapely. Yet, she now felt that she had been somehow deluded, that indeed she possessed a very beautiful body and face.
The caressing wash of Jill's hands ceased and Amy was aware that she was straightening behind her, their slick flesh brushing warmly under the spray of the water. Drawing a deep breath, she turned to face Jill in the small cubicle. Water beaded on their faces, spilling over their tits that were almost touching. Their eyes seemed to hold for an interminable length of time, their tits rising and falling with their deep breathing. Amy was unsure of what she was feeling and thus was afraid to move. Jill waited for Amy.
Jill slowly turned and Amy extended her trembling hands, having to force herself to touch the pliant flesh of Jill's back. Relaxing slightly, she began to wash away the oil, caressing the well toned back and then slowly went to one knee. Facing Jill's pert fanny, she spread her palms over the firm ass cheeks and then inserted her thumbs into the cleavage to wash Jill's bung hole.
Jill's eyes were closed as she basked in the thrilling press of Amy's touch, her clit standing out hard from her water-slickened pelt. Amy's hands moved down Jill's legs and cupped round their backs. Finished, Amy knelt dizzily, trying to gain her composure, even more aroused at fondling Jill's beautiful flesh. Jill turned and she looked up at her, past the slick auburn triangle, past the lush tits to Jill's tender eyes. Jill reached down and drew her to her feet.
"You best get dressed," Jill smiled softly, giving no indication of anything being out of the ordinary.
Amy nodded dumbly, her arms heavy at her sides. She turned and drifted into the bedroom as Jill dried herself, watching the girl grope about for underwear.
"Here, try this dress," Jill said a few moments later, holding out a patterned tricot dress with a deeply plunging neckline that did not allow for wearing a bra.
Amy started to protest, but she could not find the will power or the motivation. Jill helped her into the dress and then nodded approvingly. Amy's breasts were exposed almost to the nipples which dented the thin fabric clearly. Despite the slightness of the garment, Amy felt warm as she watched Jill put on matched lace bra and panties, the color of nipples and beaver both showing through. Over this, Jill donned a simple blouse and skirt, which emphasized Amy's dress and beauty all the more by the contrast.
Going downstairs, Amy's lethargy began to fade at the prospect of Guy and Bart seeing her in the revealing dress. But they and Clarise only complimented her on it, making her feel attractive but not self-conscious as they went in to the dining room. Both Guy and Bart had needed to make a conscious effort not to stare and each walked a bit stiffly to conceal the elongation of their cocks.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Shit! Are you going to talk about that junk?" Jill asked sarcastically when Guy began to respond to a question from Amy about his business.
"I've warned you about rudeness at the table, young lady," he said sternly, going along with the request she had made for him to spank her before Amy. "Since you want to act like a child, you'll be treated as one," he said, pushing his chair back and into clear view of Amy who was looking at the two of them with a startled expression. "Come here," he ordered and Jill slowly stood, her head ducked, to stand before him. "Over my knee," he directed. "Now," he cut her off when she started to plead.
Amy watched, stunned, as Jill lowered herself across Guy's thighs and she almost gasped out when he threw her schoolmate's skirt up to jerk her panties down off her pert fanny.
"I don't mean to upset you, Amy, but some discipline has to be maintained," he said, resting his palm against the velvet softness of Jill's ass. "I'm sure your father would act in much the same way," he said, suddenly inspired to find out something about her puritanical parents.
"Y-yes," Amy flushed. "But he has me bend over and face the wall until-until he's finished and left the room," she said.
"Yes. Yes, I thought so," Guy nodded, fairly sure what it was her father did while she could not see him. "Well, now it's Jill's turn," he said and lifted his hand.
He smacked his hand across her ass cheeks, quivering the firm pillows. She sucked air, biting at her lower hp, wishing she could watch Amy's reaction. His hand rose and fell again and her hips twisted against his lap and she had to turn her smiling face away from Amy as she felt his cock stiffen under her.
Amy stared, entranced by the rise and fall of Guy's hand and by the glowing pinkness of Jill's ass. She felt hot and her throat was dry, though she did not know why. It seemed that she should not be watching, that she should only be feeling sympathy for her friend. But Jill's rump looked so pretty and she found Guy to be strong looking, unlike her father who always seemed nervous and excited when he spanked her with his belt.
Noting Amy's feverish stare, Clarise smiled to herself, using the concealment of the table to reach over into Bart's lap to clutch his stiff cock in her fist She turned her eyes to Jill's ass. Her daughter was breathing heavily now, her face was flushed with excitement
"Darned fork," Bart muttered, letting his fork drop to the floor and then slipped from his chair to crawl under the table after it
He slid his hand up his mother's leg and under her dress, caressing her bare pubes and working his fingers into her slit. He turned his face toward Amy, who had only been half aware of his leaving his chair and looked up her skirt at her shapely thighs and at the V of her lacy panties. Her ass pressed against the seat of the chair, her hips were twisting it down against the wood. Her hand clutched at her skirt over her thigh and Bart smiled as a thin line of moisture made her panties translucent over her slit, the honey blonde of her pubic hair showing through. Resisting the impulse to press his face against the girl's damp cunny, he slipped his fingers from Clarise's and sucked the sweet dampness from them. With a grin he touched his fork against her cunt so that she would know what it was and then carefully slid it up into her and then back out.
Clarise glanced over at Bart as he sat back down, her hand returning to his prick. Smiling back at her, he lifted the damp fork to his mouth and slowly licked her secretions from it. Clarise fought to keep from laughing and turned her eyes back to Jill's quivering fanny.
"Alright, you can stand up now, young lady," Guy said, his breath heavy.
Jill stood slowly. Her panties hung around her knees and her skirt remained up since she had pushed the front hem into the waistband. The soft ringlets of her muff gleamed under the dining room light, but she pretended not to notice.
Amy swallowed hard, her breathing shallow. Not only was Jill's bush exposed to the whole family, but Guy had a full erection that was lifting his slacks from his crotch. From conversations at school, she knew what a penis was, but she had only seen the one of her six month old cousin. She was stunned by the obvious enormity of Guy's cock, at the snake like life it seemed to have. She felt even hotter, as if her clothing were too tight and she suddenly wondered if her father reacted in a similar way when spanking her.
"I apologize, Daddy," Jill said in a little girl voice.
"Just don't do it again, dear," Guy nodded. "Now pull down your skirt and we'll have dessert and coffee," he said with a kindly tone, pushing his chair back to the table and forcing his eyes from Jill's lush bush.
Dropping her skirt, Jill sat back down, noting Amy's excited state. But she said nothing, so everyone acted as if nothing had happened. Amy blinked back to her plate, unable to organize her feelings and thoughts. Beneath the table, Clarise extended her leg to press her heel against Guy's engorged prick. Her eyes smiled into his as she caressed him, while she held Bart's pumping cock in her hand.
Bart was leaning over out of Amy's line of vision, clutching the chair with one hand as he came in shuddering spurts. With his other hand, he held a coffee cup before the hose of his tool, catching his spend in it.
"Don't be upset, Amy," Jill smiled, patting the back of Amy's hand. "I did deserve it."
"I'm okay," Amy muttered, forcing herself to look at Jill, pushing back the strange feelings even the touch of Jill's hand upon hers was creating. "I guess-I guess it's because my father is so private about it," she offered quickly.
"Of course," Jill nodded, giving Amy's hand a squeeze.
"Coffee?" Karen asked, entering the room with a pot.
"Just for my husband and myself," Clarise said, her heel pressing Guy's throbbing cock against his thigh.
"Uh, would you like sugar as well, ma'am?" Karen asked, pausing before pouring the coffee, her eyes on the come floating at the bottom of the cup.
"As well?" Clarise asked and then let her eyes follow Karen's, discovering Bart's milky spend. "Uh, no, Karen. I think it'll be sweet enough," she said, again restraining her amusement while glancing at the innocent looking Bart.
Guy suddenly jerked forward, making coughing sounds into his napkin and they all glanced toward him, unable to see his expression, or his cock which was shooting off inside his pants from Clarise's manipulation. Several moments later, he straightened up weakly, his face flushed.
"Are you alright, dear?" Clarise asked with as much innocence as Bart had displayed over the gizzum in her coffee cup.
He nodded with a weak smile and took a drink of his ice water. Clarise smiled over the rim of her cup, sipping the come sweetened coffee and gave his prod a last caress with her foot.
Karen having served dessert, Jill and Amy silently ate their cake. Amy's eyes were staring off blankly as her thoughts drifted in an effort to define her mood and the pungent aroma at the table. Jill glanced at her from the corner of her eye, smiling to herself.
* * *
After watching a TV show with disinterest, Jill and Amy went upstairs. Moving down the hallway to their room, they paused at the sounds of gasping and of a bed shifting. Raising her eyebrows questioningly, Jill beckoned for Amy to follow her to Bart's partially opened door. Maneuvering so that she stood behind Amy, Jill gripped her shoulders as if in response to what they saw, holding Amy in place.
Amy's mouth opened at the sight of Bart lying naked on his bed with a pin-up magazine beside him. Lying back against his pillows, he held his engorged cock in his fist, methodically pulling the sheath of flesh up and down the throbbing meat. He was gasping through open lips and his eyes were shut. It took Amy a moment to realize what he was doing. She felt dizzy, thankful for Jill's hands holding her. The boy's tool was so large, the knob so fat atop it, that she found herself staring at it, unaware of her deepened breathing.
Watching through his just parted eyelashes, Bart smiled at the enraptured look on Amy's face. Behind her, Jill grinned at him, happy that they had been able to time this so well. She slowly brought herself forward so that her breasts were cushioned against Amy's back, her cunt against Amy's ass.
Amy was only aware that she felt more relaxed and even more aroused. Her eyes shifted to Bart's face as he gave a little cry. He stiffened, pressing his head back and brought himself to orgasm, his spend shooting up pearly white to splash over his stomach. He shuddered and went limp. Amy swallowed hard, blinking free of her hypnotic stare and realized that Jill was no longer holding her shoulders.
She turned from the door, blushing as she realized her panties were damp from her excitement. Jill, who was entering their room, motioned for her to come along, appearing casual and unconcerned about what they had seen. Regaining her composure, Amy joined Jill who was lying back on her bed.
"I don't know why he doesn't make sure the door's closed before jerking off," Jill smiled with a shake of her head. "That's about the third time this month I've seen him. I guess I'm just more discreet," she smiled.
"You-you mean you..." Amy asked, startled.
"Masturbate? Sure," Jill nodded. "If I didn't, there's times when I'd go bananas-or go for one," she laughed. "Don't you?" she asked, her smile fading.
"N-no," Amy said, looking away. "My parents told me..." she trailed off timidly.
"You've never done it? Not even when bathing?" Jill asked with true amazement.
"No, I-I'm not even sure how," she confessed, realizing that she felt in need of some relief from the arousal she felt. "I just take a cold shower, or think of something else."
"Do you want to know how?" Jill asked softly, sitting up.
"I-Yes," Amy said in a whisper after several moments, her folded arms pressed against her.
Jill stood up and turned the overhead light off, leaving the room illuminated by soft lamplight and closed the hall door. Amy glanced back nervously to see Jill let her unfastened skirt fall around her ankles and then remove her panties. She stared dumbfounded as Jill took off her blouse and bra to stand naked before her.
"B-but won't your parents...? " Amy muttered anxiously, unsure now as Jill sat on her bed.
"They're cool about things like this. Masturbation doesn't hurt anyone, or make you sick or crazy. It just makes you feel good," Jill smiled tenderly, spreading her legs to bare the pink inner lips of her cunt. "There are two basic ways," she purred, bobbing her long clit with her thumbs. "You can use your hand, or something like a cucumber to push up inside you like a man's penis. Or you concentrate on your clit by itself," she smiled dreamily, her own clit glowing a bright pink now.
"Your-yours is so long," Amy said in a strangled voice, glad for the shadows that partially concealed her.
"Yes," Jill nodded, her fingers now wet with her secretions. "Unusually so."
Amy's mouth was open and her breathing strained. Her breasts felt swollen and sore and the nipples burned. Her own cunt felt as if it must be as wet as Jill's looked, her own clit burned with need. She swallowed hard, fighting back the vertigo of her arousal, smelling the musky perfume of Jill's body in the room, a scent that seemed to weigh upon her lungs. She rubbed her throat anxiously and found her fingers drifting down with the plunging neckline of her dress, touching against the insides of her tits. She slid her hand under the thin cloth, gripping one breast hard as if to squeeze away the aching of the rigid nipple against her palm.
Jill sucked air between gritted teeth, sitting back against her pillows as blurrings of pleasure surged through her. Her fingers were plucking tunes of ecstasy from her pulsing clit. Amy watched with fascination as Jill dug her heels into the bed, lifting her gyrating hips up from the bed. Then Jill tensed with a groan and fell back slackly to the bed.
"That-that's how," Jill said after a moment, opening her eyes partially. "It feels so good. And now, so-peaceful," she smiled contentedly. "Do you want to try it?"
"Y-yes," Amy nodded, her head spinning with arousal, now feeling a desperate need for some release.
"Come here and I'll help," Jill beckoned, her hand held out invitingly.
Her feet feeling weighted, Amy stepped forward, finding herself standing drunkenly beside the bed.
"Sit down in front of me. Just lean back and be comfortable," Jill suggested.
Amy moved onto the bed, sitting with her back to Jill. She tried to order her thoughts, but could not. She eased back till her back was against Jill's firm tits. She rested her head back against the pillows, Jill's cheek rested the side of her head.
"Take off your panties," Jill's voice whispered at her ear and she shifted to pull them down, drawing up her legs to remove them. "Now lower the top of your dress," the voice directed softly and she did so, exposing her breasts. "Now, it's just as if I were teaching you golf-almost," Jill purred, taking Amy's hands in hers to direct them down to the girl's wet slit.
The outsides of her legs pressed against the insides of Jill's. Amy felt the firm breasts against her back, the still wet bush against her fanny. Without resistance, she let Jill direct her hands into her cunny, guiding them in, caressing the inner and outer lips, rolling the erect nub of her clit and pushing up into the hot channel. Unsure where Jill's guidance and her own action separated, Amy's eyes closed to the refining of her already intense arousal, the throbbing becoming clear and rhythmic.
Amy felt almost frightened at the strangeness of the feelings taking possession of her mind and body, at the intensity of the pleasure. She twisted back against Jill's body, feeling the hard nipples scraping against her flesh and the warm breath against the side of her face. She did not realize that Jill had freed her hands, that she alone was caressing the wet pinkness of her cunny, that she alone was chafing and crimping her clit, that she alone was bringing herself closer and closer to orgasm.
Jill smiled, her own body burning at the contact of Amy's. Inadvertently, the girl was caressing Jill's breasts and clit as she pushed back. Jill tried to hold back, but she could not keep from reaching around to take hold of Amy's sweet tits, from clasping them as she rolled the nipples. Yet, Amy was unaware of Jill's act or even of Jill being there. There was only the raging inferno of her passions searing through her, tearing cries of joy from her throat, exploding garlands of ecstasy in her cunt, shaking her free of all she had ever known or felt, creating a new awareness of her body, of her womanhood.
Watching through the mirror, Guy's prick grew rock hard as he watched the virginal Amy writhe and twist with lascivious longing and carnal release. Jill too was crying out and they shook together as they came in tides of white heat.
As the other room became silent, the girls falling into a half-sleep of exhaustion, he turned away from the mirror, now needing release himself. He had stayed late at the table so that the sperm stains on his slacks would not be seen by Amy. Clarise was off somewhere else in the house. Now, looking out the window, he saw Karen down in the pool, swimming nude in the moonlight.
A minute later, Guy was outside, striding toward the pool and stripping away his clothing. Having climbed from the pool and dried herself, Karen was pulling on a T-shirt dress that came down just past her crotch. Hearing him approaching, she turned, her dark eyes staring into his, seeing the resolve to free himself of his lust, to join her. Now wearing only his opened slacks and socks, he felt the cool night air flowing around the plow of his hard prick. Karen stood waiting for him, the tight cotton molding to her body, her hard nipples indenting it. The way it accented her pubescent breasts it was as if she were proclaiming: "I'm flat. If you don't like it, that's no skin off my nose. Being a woman has a hell of a lot more to it than the size of tits, and friends, I'm one hell of a woman."
Somehow, her self-confidence, her pride, made her all the more desirable, contrasting with Amy's girlish uncertainty and self-consciousness. He slowed and freed himself of socks and slacks so that when he pulled her into his arms he was naked. Her mouth pressed against his and she threw her legs up around him, spearing herself on his cock, burying it deep in her boiling cunt as their mouths twisted together and their tongues lashed wildly. He squeezed her to him and slurred sounds flowed from their mouths as they gave up themselves to their shared delirium.
Guy caught her dress in his hands and tore it away. She gripped his shoulders, leaning back as he pulled her chest to his lowered mouth. He sucked the whole of the supple rises of her breasts into his mouth, grinding the hard nipples between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. She lifted and dropped her hips, sliding up and down his thrusting cock.
They were gasping air, maddened with desire, staggering back from the pool. She pulled his face up and their tongues flailed together again. Her hands ran through his hair and clutched at his shoulders, her fingers clawing at his neck as her cunt clutched hungrily, voraciously around the thick bulk of his plunging prod.
"The weight machine," she gasped, jerking her head toward the machine standing back from the pool.
He moved quickly, his steps bouncing her upon his still flexing cock. He stepped close to the vibration machine, leaving its operation to her, unable to pause to figure out its simple use. She leaned down, his cock twisting against her cunt walls and drew the wide band of latex around his hips, connecting the free end back to the machine.
She hit the ON switch and the belt began to vibrate at full speed, wrapped around his hips and ass. Their bodies began to shake visibly, caught up into one entity, his prick bending with her cunt, her legs with his hips and the small of his back. He kissed and bit at her throat, swirls of color shooting through his brain, his balls quivering. Quicker and quicker they seemed to move, but still it was not quick enough and he thrust and twisted in the trembling whirlpool of her cunny as she gripped him with it, suckling him with it.
"Oh fuck, I'm coming!" she growled madly. "Coming all over myself, you, it, oh fuckin', joyful, sweet heaven it's so good, so good I can't-can't, but oh your prick's so fuckin' fine, so..." and her dry-mouthed gasps blurred into a low moan that grew into an animal cry that rent the air as she vibrated even quicker than the machine, her orgasm overwhelming her.
His eyes blazing with renewed intent, he bucked his hips in and out of the belt without letting it fall loose, bouncing her up his cock and letting her slide back down as the vibrations beat it off her cunt walls. The blood was racing through him, pounding in his brain, throbbing in his cock. But he refused to come, finding for the moment a greater need.
"Again, again!" he directed hoarsely, challenging her not to succumb to her satisfaction, but to reach even higher, to refuse fatigue, to connect orgasms as she would climaxes, to build to something even greater.
Her eyes widened, gleaming brightly and a smile, being either demented or divine, crossed her face. Her gaze locking with his, she shook off the tranquil bliss that beckoned and her body began to move with his, with his and the vibration. Kissing at his face, she twisted from side to side as she rose and fell, gripping as tightly as she could with the falls, pulsing as quickly as she could with the rises. She ground her hard nipples against his and licked at his ears. She pulled her curled legs back up along his sides, her feet resting on his hips so that she could drag her twat up the full length of his hammering tool.
He molded her ass cheeks with his hands, his feet twisting on the ground as he rode up into her and back down. Flares of light blurred his vision, his hearing became an ocean's roar. He feasted on her nipples and screwed his thumb in her rectum. The machine rocked back and forth. She began to cry out, words garbled, babbling joyously as every nerve ending in her body seemed to burst aflame. Her surging culmination caught him up and he cried out mindlessly too. The belt of the machine broke loose, whipping about and they staggered back, falling to the ground without pause, their bodies convulsing together. Their eyes widened and they vibrated anew with their shared orgasmic conquest, his come flooding her oceanic depths, their satiation battering them into senselessness, their shared experience not yet over, but out of their control. They had started an avalanche and now they were caught up in it, were a part of it.
His cock erupted again, spewing once more into the wet, living cavern of her underbelly. Her cunt expanded and contracted wildly, drinking deeply of his gizzum. Their bodies glowed with perspiration as they began to move slower, ever slower, until there was only the twitch of his prick softening in the lass of her cunny, only the rise and fall of their breathing.
The vibration machine continued to hum, the broken belt flapping about aimlessly. After several minutes, he pushed himself up onto his elbows, looking down into Karen's eyes, neither able to speak. He moistened his lips, trying to clear his vision and saw the moonlight gleaming on the pool. He thought how refreshing a swim would be, but the thought faded. It would have to wait He lowered his face to hers and her mouth blossomed, her tongue meeting his in a loving caress.
She touched his hair and their lips undulated softly together as he inhaled from her mouth and she from his, the cool and sweet flowing air.
CHAPTER NINE
Recovering from the exhaustive strength of her first orgasm, Amy had finally stood up to weave into the bathroom and shower. Now, dressed in pajamas, she lay in her bed, Jill in hers. With only the moonlight coming through the window for illumination, Amy was fully awake, thinking over the events since her arrival that morning. Arousal, revealing clothing and finally masturbation. She felt no true regret for the intimate contacts with Jill, though her feelings of pleasure still bothered her. Overwhelming everything was her orgasm. She knew that she should be ashamed and guilty, but the effect had been too wonderful. Rather, she found herself questioning what she had been taught at home, her prudish inhibitions, her restricted life, her self-doubts and feelings of inferiority.
Amy turned her head, hearing Jill moan with distress and saw the other girl straining at her covers, apparently suffering a nightmare. Amy sat up, uncertain and then moved to Jill's bed and sat on the edge. Seeing the strained expression on her face, Amy touched her shoulder softly.
"Jill?" she said soothingly. "It's alright," she smiled as Jill's troubled eyes flickered open. "Just a nightmare."
"Yes," Jill nodded. "Always the same. So frighteningly alone, with no one to talk with or touch or even see."
"I-I'll stay till you're back to sleep," Amy offered shyly. "If you want."
"Please," Jill whispered with a little smile and moved over.
Amy slid beneath the covers, their bodies touching atop the single bed. Jill rested her head on Amy's shoulder, curling up happily beside the girl. Amy herself felt more comfortable, safe. As she drifted into sleep, she wondered what the next day would hold.
Jill glanced up, seeing that Amy was asleep. She was hot against her flesh, so close and vulnerable, so beautiful and desirable. Swallowing back her needs, she raised up and touched her lips softly to Amy's, feeling the soft flutter of her breath. She looked into the sleeping face for a few moments, her hands bunching the covers in her fists as she resisted making love to the girl and then she slipped from the bed.
Her cunt throbbing hungrily, Jill smiled at herself, wondering that the number of orgasms dining the day should not have left her exhausted and beyond desire. Moving silently, she left the room and opened Clarise's door only to find the bedroom empty. Frowning, she turned to Bart's door. She opened it and smiled.
Clarise lay on her back, her legs drawn up alongside Bart as he slid his man's cock in and out of her opened slit.
Closing the door behind her, Jill stood watching as her brother's naked body rose and fell with her mother's; neither was aware that she was there. He lifted his mouth from Clarise's hard nipples to her face, kissing her cheeks and eyes. She gripped him tightly, her hips thrusting up against his smaller frame, her cunny bathing his prick Their mouths joined, their tongues swirling and he gripped her tits, shaking as he began to climax. Jill smiled joyously as he bent back groaning, his spend foaming Clarise's cunt lips.
Stripping away her nightgown, Jill moved to the bed and lifted Bart's limp form up from Clarise. Blinking, he grinned, letting her swing him around as she turned to sit back on the bed. She pressed her mouth to his and kissed him deeply, her hands caressing his body. Smiling, Clarise raised up on one elbow and reached around to cup Jill's breasts, her mouth going to the girl's neck.
Lying back, Jill turned into Clarise's arms, their mouths merging as their tits twisted together. Lying across Jill's lap, Bart watched for a moment, his fingers nuzzling into Jill's twat to pluck her clit loose. Due to the benefits of his age, Bart found his cock already straightening again. He slid off Jill and the two women stretched out, Jill atop Clarise. Both moaning as their clits rubbed together, they spread their legs at Bart's touch.
Bart knelt between their thighs, working his prick into Jill's anus. She twisted faster against Clarise, revolving her fanny back against his pumping shaft. Mother and daughter moaned into one another's mouths, clits burning together, Bart plunging up and down. Clarise began to quiver with release and Jill was pinned between her movements and Bart's. Jill cried out too and Bart came, his gizzum erupting into her bowels. They tumbled over, their bodies interlocked and lay in a tangle of arms and legs, satiated smiles on their faces.
"Ah! the benefits of a close-knit family," Jill sighed with a grin.
In reply, the smiling Clarise slid her joined fingers into Jill's snatch from one side, Bart from the other and they cupped each cunt cheek, their fingers caressing the inner walls. Jill gurgled happily, all her anxiety gone as she began to come again.
* * *
Having found Clarise's bedroom vacant, Guy had looked through the two-way mirror to find that Jill was absent and Amy was asleep in her bed. With a smile, he began to undress, satisfied from his poolside session with Karen, but still not disinterested sexually. Donning pajama bottoms and a terry cloth robe, he wondered in whose bed Karen would end up that night. They had parted slowly and he had watched her drive off in her car.
Slipping silently into Jill's room, he stood beside her bed, looking down at the soundly sleeping Amy. Taking the edge of the covers gingerly between thumbs and forefingers, he lifted it up off her, dropping it from the end of the bed without disturbing her. He lowered his eyes from her sweetly smiling face to the baggy pajamas that could not hide the beauty of her body. He slid the buttons of her pajama top from their eyelets, keeping the cloth from shifting against her as his weightless fingers moved. Leaving only the last button fixed, he opened her blouse with the grace he had used to remove the covers. Her breasts rose and fell like soft doves in the moonlight.
He stood staring at her breasts and belly for a moment, his prick stiffening against his pajama bottoms. He reached down and untied her bottoms, draping the cloth away from the gold plume of her cunny. His prod stood out from his body and he moistened his lips. She shifted in her sleep and he took advantage of the movement to slide the pants down around her ankles.
Staring at her nubile loveliness, he smiled as an idea occurred to him. Leaving her pajamas as they were, he replaced the covers, but only as high as her navel, her sweet tits still revealed.
"Jill, I wanted to speak to you," he said in a low tone, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Jill, are you awake?"
Amy's eyes flickered open at the sound of his voice, widening as she realized a man was sitting on her bed. But then she realized that she was in Jill's bed and that the man was Guy, Jill's "step-father".
"You understand why you were spanked, but..." he said, pretending to not be able to see her face clearly, enjoying the quickened rise and fall of her breasts. "I want to apologize for spanking you in front of Amy. I didn't mean to embarrass you," he explained.
Amy did not know what to do. She was suddenly aware of the state of her pajamas and the exposure of her breasts, but to cover herself would only call attention to them, she felt. As well, there was the fact that he was apologizing to what he felt was his daughter, an unconsidered possibility in her own family. As his deep voice continued, she became more and more aware that this was a handsome man alone with her and she recalled how his prick had stood up when he had spanked Jill. She thought of her cousin's infant penis, a little finger capped with a pink rose bud. Was a man's the same, only larger? she wondered. Could he see her breasts and if so, did he like them? Was his cock hard again, but this time for her? She felt weighted to the bed, feverish.
"Anyway, I hope everything's cool between us," he concluded. "Oh, your top's come open. Let me get it for you," he said, leaning forward to slowly rebutton the blouse, his fingers brushing over her belly and breasts, his wrist grazing her nipple.
Amy was breathing through parted lips, her flesh tingling at the touch of his flesh on hers. Then his hand was at hers, lifting it with a squeeze.
"I wouldn't want any hostility to mar our relationship," he said, letting her hand go just over his crotch.
Amy bit her lower hp, realizing where her hand was lowering to, knowing she should check the motion, but unable to resist the "innocent" action. Her hand pressed against the hard lance of his cock. He gave no reaction, assuming that she was unaware of what she was touching, she decided. Her box was pulsing with hot moisture, her eyes lidded.
"Now, sleep tight," he smiled and leaned forward to touch his lips to her cheek. "Amy?" he said with surprise, looking into her eyes. "I'm sorry, but I thought ... This is Jill's bed, and-Hope I didn't frighten you," he smiled, raising up a few inches.
"N-no," she managed, wanting to close her fingers against the hard cylinder of his tool. "She was having a nightmare and..."
"Well, I guess she went down for a snack," he smiled. "Sleep tight, Amy," he whispered, placing her hand atop her own, covered, crotch.
Trembling, she watched him quietly leave the room. Her hand tightened over the hot pulsations of her twat and pushed under the covers to grip it directly. Had she been masturbating in her sleep? she wondered. A man had seen and touched her breasts and she had touched his prick. What would have happened if she had gripped it, if she had turned her mouth for his kiss? Her fingers pressed into the dewy softness of her slit.
"Dad said he woke you up," Jill said, coming into the room.
"Y-yes," Amy gulped, forcing her hand to be still as Jill came to sit on the edge of the bed where he had sat. "Say, what've we got here?" she smiled, placing her hand atop Amy's through the covers. "Like him, huh?"
"I'm sorry, Jill," Amy said, ashamed.
"Why, silly?" Jill asked, rubbing Amy's hand down against her cunt. "I think he's handsome too, so don't feel bad. Were you wondering-what it'd be like? With a man, a man's cock?"
Amy nodded, unable to speak, blushing brightly.
"Would you like to share a secret, as well?"
Again Amy nodded and Jill smiled, standing. She crossed to her closet and took down a stuffed vinyl elephant. Her remarks to Bart after her session with him and his goldfish had given her the idea to buy it. Now, she moved back to Amy, laying the covers away from her naked snatch and legs.
"Spread your legs," she directed, freeing the pajama pants from Amy's ankles.
The girl did so and Jill eased the stiff trunk of the toy elephant into the pink cavern of the girl's slit. Her hips rising, Amy took several inches of the thick projection in, moaning softly, her hands clutching her breasts. The trunk halted against what she realized to be her hymen and she thrust against it eagerly, without regret.
Happily surprised at Amy's action, Jill clicked a switch at the elephant's side. It began to vibrate with what was supposed to cause it to move with a walking-like motion. Instead, planted in Amy's lush cunny, it chinned in her with a stuttering movement. Amy clutched the head of the elephant, gasping with pleasure at the steady push and pull of the bulk that filled her yearning gash. Her imagination began to run riot and she heard a real elephant trumpeting with triumph up into her quaking underbelly and it seemed as if it was Guy's cock moving in her. She twisted on the bed, shoving the trunk in and out of her, clutching her twat around it to let it vibrate hard.
Jill watched Amy become more and more frantic in her fucking of the toy and she was only sorry that it was not Guy's cock, or a dildo worn by her. Amy's back bowed as she rose up from the bed, crying out madly as her orgasm began to overpower her. Waiting for just the right moment, Jill held her hand at the elephant's controls. Then, as Amy screamed with joy, losing her hold on the elephant, Jill caught it to continue the motion and turned on the second switch. In response, water gushed from the head of the trunk, washing up into Amy's cunt like come.
Amy's scream strangled in her throat, her eyes staring blindly as what she then believed to be Guy's come burst up into her. The water trickled down over her buttocks and thighs and she collapsed in a near faint.
"Pretty neat toy, huh?" Jill smiled a few minutes later, having washed the elephant off while Amy recovered. "Walks and even squirts water from its trunk like the real thing," she nodded.
"Santa Claus give that to you?" Amy asked with a dazed smile, her voice a silky whisper.
"No, the Easter Rabbit," Jill grinned. "Just think what the real thing'd be like," she suggested.
Amy's eyes took on a faraway look, an intrigued smile on her lips. Legs still spread, the light from the bathroom glittered in the pink cleave of her snatch, her nipples still standing hard from her tits. Smiling to herself at Amy's lack of self-consciousness, Jill put the elephant down beside her.
"Beats hell out of a teddy bear, doesn't it?" she called back, the light silhouetting her body through the nightgown. She looked back and realized Amy was drifting asleep, the toy clasped to her breasts. Smiling, Jill turned off the light and removed the nightgown. Pulling the covers up over Amy, she slipped back into her own bed and cuddled up beside the girl. With a dreamy smile, Amy cuddled back, stroking the elephant's trunk. In moments, they were both asleep.
* * *
Saturday morning, Jill awoke first. Smiling happily at finding her and Amy's naked bodies curled together, she finally got out of bed to shower, delighted at how ready Amy had been to discover sex. Leaving the curtain open intentionally, she saw Amy awake and watched from the corner of her eye as the girl adjusted to her recollections of the previous day. Finding it to be too much to sort out, Amy shrugged it off.
Everything that had happened to her seemed so unreal that Amy wondered if, like Alice, she had not fallen through a looking glass. There would be time later to ponder the conflict between the rules of this house and her own. Now, sitting with the elephant in her hands, she found she was more interested in looking at Jill's beautiful nudity, examining it without the previous day's fear. After all, the girl had bathed and dried her, massaged and dressed her and taught her to masturbate. It seemed silly to be self-conscious. Yet, she still did not understand the warmth that came to her flesh, the feelings of love and desire. Not wanting to try and understand, fear returning, she looked down at the toy elephant.
Pleased, Jill watched Amy tentatively place the dildo trunk of the elephant into her loins, rubbing it upward in a circular motion. Amy turned the motor on and sank back to the bed, holding the toy in place as it made love to her. Her own body tingling, Jill dried herself slowly, watching. She moved quietly into the bedroom, rubbing her clit as Amy groaned out her release.
"Want to go for a swim?" Jill asked a few minutes later.
"Okay," Amy smiled obligingly, sprawled on her back.
"Here," Jill said, tossing her a short terry cloth robe.
"Same suit as yesterday, even though it is shocking," Amy grinned, making fun of her previous reaction.
"Nope, no suits," Jill smiled, putting on a similar robe.
"None?" Amy asked, startled.
"You started an all over tan yesterday. Don't you want to get the front side today?" Jill smiled. "Mom and Dad are late risers and Bart and Karen are off somewhere for the day," she added after a moment's pause. "Nobody will see us."
"I'm sorry to be so silly, Jill," Amy frowned as she stood. "It's just that..." she shrugged, slipping into the robe.
"I understand," Jill said tenderly, tying the waist band of Amy's robe for her. "Come on," she smiled and turned to the door, a relieved Amy joining her.
CHAPTER TEN
Swimming about playfully, Amy quickly forgot her nudity. Even as they dunked and splashed each other, their bodies brushing and embracing, she was only partially aware of it. More and more, it was Jill's nakedness that she noted and rather than considering that their flesh was uncovered, it was the pleasant warmth of its meeting that filled her mind.
Flushed with exertion, they finally pulled themselves from the water, the lushness of their bodies gleaming brightly. They sat down on their outstretched towels, drying their hair. Her breathing slowing, Jill lifted the bottle of suntan lotion and started to squeeze some into her palm when a smile touched her lips. She turned the bottle and squirted the liquid out onto one of Amy's breasts. Amy started with a little squeal at the sudden coolness, then grinned.
"Don't want them to burn," Jill smiled and reached out to caress the oil into the soft mound of Amy's tit. Their eyes held, their smiles fading as Amy's nipple grew hard against the flow of Jill's trembling hand. Moistening her lips, Jill swallowed, her hand slipping from the gleaming rise of flesh.
"Fairs fair," Amy smiled, trying to escape the uncomfortable mood of seriousness.
"Right," Jill nodded, half forcing a smile and lay back on her towel, handing Amy the bottle.
Their fingers touched as Amy took the bottle, pausing for a moment as their eyes again joined. Jill let go and looked up at the sky. She was on the verge of shaking with anticipation and hope, as virginal for the moment as Amy truly was. Her mouth was dry, her breasts rising and falling, her nipples standing out at their full length, burning for attention.
Amy looked down at her hands as she squeezed the oil into one palm. She wondered why she had said what she had, suggesting this. There was a mixture of desire and fear. There was not all that much to simply applying some suntan lotion to Jill's breast and yet she found she was breathing deeply also and her hands were shaky. Putting the bottle aside, she forced her eyes to Jill's face and relaxed somewhat when she saw that Jill's eyes were closed. She pushed her hand out over Jill and then down, turning the palm to meet the long length of the pink nipple.
Jill inhaled sharply as Amy's palm touched the tip of her nipple, setting it aquiver with heat. Amy swallowed hard, blinking as her hand trembled over the breast. Quickly, she covered the soft globe, moving her hand over it swiftly in an effort to lessen the mind searing effect of the lush firmness. Jill's lips were parted, her forehead tight and a murmur escaped her throat. Amy's hand slowed, trembling and she looked down at Jill's face, her mind spinning. Before she knew what had happened, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Jill's. Moaning, she slid her tongue out, her hand clutching Jill's tit desperately. She kissed Jill with a fevered intensity, her pent-up desire suddenly surging free. As suddenly, she jerked away, pulling her hand back as she sat up.
"I-I'm sorry," she blurted, fearful of Jill's reaction to her impulsive act.
"Why? I liked it," Jill breathed huskily, looking up through lidded eyes. "Aren't you going to-oil both of them?" she asked, her eyes reassuring Amy.
Uncertain and confused, Amy reached out slowly for Jill's other breast and her fingers touched the hard nipple. She paused a moment for a reaction and Jill smiled with pleasure, making a mewing sound. Amy's trembling fingers began to move over the rise and fall of the lush dome and Jill extended her tongue to curl its tip back in a beckoning motion.
Amy sank forward, their eyes locked and their open mouths joined. With a groan of surrender, Amy thrust her tongue out to let it swim with Jill's, her hand plucking at the long nipples. They embraced tightly, their oiled tits bobbing together, their mouths twisting hungrily together. Amy reached down and cupped Jill's ass cheeks, bringing Jill's cunt against hers. They moaned with pleasure as their burning slits opened, blonde and auburn hair wetly meshing as their inner lips fused.
Their mouths parting, they kissed wildly at each other's faces, gasping with passion. Jill cupped Amy's breasts lovingly, squeezing toward the erect rings of her nipples as she lowered her mouth to suck them in for nibbling kisses. Amy gasped with pleasure, clutching the globes of Jill's fanny, rubbing the long clit against her own burning nub.
"Oh Jill, it's so ... Amy gasped and slid her tongue into Jill's ear, unable to find words.
Amy's breath thundering in her head, Jill widened her mouth, sucking Amy's tit into her mouth, her tongue lashing the saffron nipple. Quivering at the wet suction consuming her breast, Amy twisted her hips faster against Jill, building the friction between their clits. Moaning, Jill bit at Amy's tit, her clit throbbing waves of heat through her entire body. She pulled her head back, Amy's swollen breast popping free as she screamed. Amy revolved Jill's buttocks against one another, grinding their clits ever faster. Jill clutched at her back, whimpering with ecstasy.
Amy smiled drunkenly at Jill's culmination and suddenly found herself losing control, being swept up in the carnal eruptions, biting wildly at Jill's throat. She rolled over, legs thrashing, Jill atop her. Jill looked down, dazed and began to thrust her cunt against Amy's, overjoyed at the lascivious expression on the girl's face, bucking her clit up under Amy's, her mouth kissing the nipples as she squeezed Amy's tits. Amy cried out in a strangled shriek, her body spasming with the apex of her orgasm.
Both swallowing great lungfuls of air, they lay quivering beside the pool. Dazzled, Amy focused her eyes on Jill's smiling face, speechless. Jill laughed with joy and kissed Amy with a languid stroking of her velvet tongue. Making small murmuring sounds of contentment, Amy held Jill to her, kissing her back.
"Now, it's my turn to choose the style," Jill grinned.
Amy frowned with confusion as Jill slid off her, her eyes widening as Jill turned around to bring her face against the damp cleave of her cunny. She stiffened with a sharp intake of breath as Jill's tongue began to bathe the plump cheeks and the moist blonde hair. Before she could consider what her reaction was to this technique, Jill's face began to burrow into the pink spice box of her snatch and all thoughts were wiped from Amy's mind by a blaze of overpowering rapture.
Jill tasted Amy's delicious spendings, licking at the pink furrow, working up toward the erect pearl of the clit. Amy was breathing in shudders, eyebrows raised above closed eyes, trembling lips parted. Jill's mouth enclosed her clit, the soft serpent of the tongue flicking its tip as the lips suckled round its pulsing base.
"Jill, I-it's too much, too much for me to-to-oh, for the love of-the love of, yes, oh yes, love it, love it, I love it," she whimpered, her eyes wet with joy. "Please, yes, faster, then I, we can, I mean-suck it! Suck me, suck me, eat me, eat me alive! I can't but..." she sobbed, her mind and body vibrating faster and faster, her teeth clenching, breath caught in her throat, her hands pulling at her hair. "OH GOD! GOING CRAZY, YOU BEAUTIFUL BITCH!" she screamed, her cunt exploding, fragmenting her mind, consuming her with unimagined intensity, pitching her into a delirium of satiation and renewed desire.
Amy threw the startled Jill onto her back and thrust her face into the sweetmeat of Jill's gash, tonguing deep into the wet pit, smearing her cheeks and nose with the tangy secretions. Jill's eyes were wide with amazement and the effects of the tongue stabbing deep into her cunny. She gasped, unable to co-ordinate herself, her mental and physical equilibrium shattering as Amy's mouth ravaged her depths. She blinked as the light became too much, crying out in short animal groans. With a loving ferocity, Amy clutched the globes of Jill's fanny and without thinking, thrust a finger up into her anus, screwing it high into her rectum.
The finger of one hand pumping in and out of Jill's pert fanny, Amy slid the fingers of the other hand up under her mouth, working her slender hand up into Jill's cunt As Jill moaned deeply, her body arching, Amy closed her mouth round the long clit. Jill began to cry out in garbled words, twisting from the waist her fingers digging into her own tits. Amy sucked her lips into a tight purse around the hot stem of the clit and began to slide up and down it, faster and faster, her tongue buffeting the tip.
The finger flashing in her ass, the hand caressing up into her cunt, the mouth pumping her clit and the pressure of her own hands on her tits all merged and Jill screamed. Her body bucked obscenely, her legs wrapped around Amy's waist her being exploding and imploding again and again till she collapsed, totally spent. She could find no words for what she had experienced, or for anything.
Amy raised herself on her arms, smiling at what she had achieved as she looked at the semi-conscious Jill. She pulled herself up alongside the girl and rested her head on her shoulder, brushing the auburn hair back from her face. Blissfully, she fell asleep with Jill.
* * *
His shoulder muscles standing out in relief, Guy clutched the head of the bed, his back snapping back and forth as he pumped his cock in and out of the writhing Clarise's snatch. He tensed, his hips vibrating hard against her and she cried out as his gizzum flooded her gulping cunt He gasped for air and dropped beside her limply.
Minutes later, she kissed his face tenderly and got up to pour them both drinks. Having watched Jill and Amy from the window, they had been caught up in a fever pitch of arousal that had carried them to the bed and to orgasm.
"When Amy broke loose, she really got it on, didn't she?"
"Yeah," he agreed, equally amazed. "Say, where've Bart and Karen disappeared to?" he asked, taking his drink as she returned.
"Hunting," Clarise smiled, stretching out beside him. "At the beach," she added, sipping her drink.
"Spear fishing?"
"Something like that," she laughed. "Actually, they go down there about once a week. Bart wanders around picking out unattached women who appeal to him. Then, he sits back and waits till one of them goes back into the dunes for a private sunbath and at least one always does. Then..."
At that moment, Bart was stretched out atop a dune, watching a black woman in her early twenties spread her blanket on the sand below him. Seeing no one around, she sat down and applied lotion to the supple tautness of her belly and to her long legs. Reaching back, she unsnapped the top of her bikini so that she could oil what she could of her back. Putting the bottle aside, she took a last glance around and stretched out on her belly, her heavy breasts pressing out temptingly from her sides as the top fell against the blanket. She reached back and rolled the already small bottoms lower on her ass, baring the cleavage between the firm globes.
When she had settled down, her eyes closed to the warmth of the sun on her body. Bart began to silently approach her. The jet black helmet of her natural was held by a bright scarf, her face was tranquil. Her wide forehead was unlined, her cheekbones high and rounded, her splayed nostrils flared and her full lips were just parted over the ivory of her teeth. A few feet away, Bart stood appreciating the sexuality of her strong features. Her flesh was a rich mahogany with bronze highlights, her lips the subtle, deep purple of a ripe plum. The slender waist blossomed into full hips and her lush fanny.
"Lady, have you seen anybody lookin' for me?" Bart asked in a child's lost voice, moving toward her.
"What?" she started, jerking around, the top clutched to her breasts in an unsuccessful effort to conceal their firm roundness and the wide aureoles the color of her lips. "No, no I haven't," she said, relieved at seeing only a boy.
"Guess they couldn't find me and went on home," he frowned with discouragement, a deserted child in appearance.
"I'm sorry, lad," she said sympathetically. "How far away do you live?"
"In town," he shrugged, scuffing his foot in the sand.
"Well-I guess I could give you a ride," she offered. "But it'll be a while before I'm ready to split."
"Gee, would you?" he brightened. "Thanks," he smiled, sitting down beside her blanket
"No sweat," she smiled, lying back down.
"There's no lotion on the middle of your back," he observed a few minutes later. "Want me to get it?" he offered.
"Yeah, sure," she smiled, her eyes opening slightly. "I scratch your back and you oil mine, huh?" she laughed as he poured the oil on and he nodded, grinning with her.
Her eyes closed, she smiled softly at the knowing massage of his hands, impressed. One hand left her back, the other continued to work the lotion deep into her satin soft flesh. She was unaware of the other hand removing his trunks to bare his erect tool to the sunlight The hand returned and they spread out over her shoulders and along her sides, his fingertips brushing the ripe bulges of her tits. She resisted a murmur of pleasure, having to remind herself that it was not a knowledgeable man with her but a boy. His hands moved in with her waist and up to the small of her back, his thumbs revolving in the deep dimples above her ass. Her mind began to drift with the undemanding pleasure, his hands spreading over the tops of her buttocks with the same rhythm, moving lower in imperceptible degrees. Suddenly she realized that he was caressing the whole of her fanny as his thumbs pressed in at the top of her thighs, her bottoms having been pushed all the way down.
"Say, listen here, kid," she said, sitting up quickly, forgetting that her top was not fastened.
She blinked, startled to see him naked and even more taken aback by the size of the erect prick jutting from his body. Her nipples hardened into thick pegs.
"You go on and get out of here," she said, flustered.
"You were enjoying it. Just look at your nipples," he smiled.
"Okay, but so what?" she frowned. "You're just a brat lad and I'm a grown woman," she said, trying to shame him.
"Yeah, but I've got a man's cock," he said calmly. "You're not at all curious what a boy with a man's tool would be like? You liked the way I was touching you with just my hands. I'm as capable with this," he offered matter-of-factly, flexing his prick.
She chewed her lower lip, having to admit he was right about her curiosity and arousal. She looked around, knowing how secluded the spot was and then back to his big whang.
"You think because I'm a Black, you can get yourself an easy piece?" she asked suddenly, her eyes on his.
"You're a beautiful woman and I'd have done exactly the same thing if you'd been white or brown or yellow or red," he told her in all honesty. "A woman is a woman, a man a man and I'm not inexperienced."
She nodded, accepting his honesty, considered his cock again and found herself smiling. Nodding, she pushed her bottoms from the high mound of her cunny and off. She lay back on the blanket, her legs spread to open the tight coils of her jet bush, her slit a deep lavender.
Kneeling between her long legs, Bart lowered himself atop her, his lips meeting hers. His tongue flowed into her mouth and a moment later her hands rose to caress his back, their tongues swimming together in tasting strokes. His hands moved up her waist and over her breasts with the same expertise he had shown before, molding the ripe weights and teasing the hard nipples. Their lips separated, their breathing heavy around the spinnings of their tongue tips. She bit lightly at his lips, rocking her hips against his, his cock pressed down along her slit, the base exerting pressure on her clit.
He slowly covered her face with kisses, moving then to her ears and to her throat, his legs stroking hers. Shifting, he lowered his head to the heave of her breasts, suckling and licking her hard nipples. Then, in a single movement, he lifted his hips back and arched forward, sliding his cock up into her humid cunny. She sucked air, clutching him to her as he buried himself in the hot pulsations, rotating in her. She drew her legs up, groaning as he pressed against her burning clit with each quickening revolution.
Clasping her rich hips, he began to press up and down, bobbing the hot pearl. She clutched her vaginal muscles around him in a flexing suction, her teeth grazing his nipples, her hands holding his lean rump. Murmuring, he closed his eyes to savor the kisses of her mouth and her cunt, maintaining a steady rhythm, sliding his hands over the firm softness of her body. She gasped and tremored with a climax and he smiled with pleasure at the expression of joy on her face, quickening his movement a little until she came again, when he again increased his speed.
Perspiration gleaming between her tits, she twisted down against the blanket covered sand, her mind hazing with a long string of climaxes, her flesh hypersensitive to his loving caresses and kisses. She moaned at the unbroken rhythm of his fucking, a rhythm that now was beating fast against her clit, within her broiling cunt. Her mouth opened wide, her breathing strained, the tempo catching her up and suddenly he was pulling back and thrusting.
She cried out her elation, his prick moving faster and faster under her clit, jamming up to fill her, then flashing almost free. She clutched his light weight to her, bucking her hips up against his piston drive and tensed as her orgasm began to shake through her. Bart clutched her tits for support, vertigo spinning his mind as her movements shook his come loose. As she rose up against him, hips up-thrust, he shot off, his mind buzzing as his gizzum gushed up into her snatch. She cried out again and they gripped one another tightly, quivering and gasping. Slowly, they came free of the peak and went limp.
"This is going to sound funny," she laughed, stroking his hair, "but you're the first white dude I ever balled."
"I feel privileged."
"How do you suppose you compare with other white dudes?"
"From what I've been told, I rate pretty high regardless of color," he smiled, not vain about it.
"Damn!" she smiled with wonder, feeling him harden in her.
"What's going on here?" Karen's voice suddenly demanded and they turned to see her viewing them sternly. "What have you done to my nephew?" she asked in a shocked tone.
"I, uh ... the woman muttered, alarmed that she might have gotten herself in serious trouble.
"Oh, she's only angry 'cause she wishes she was in my place," Bart said, unworried.
"His place?" the woman asked, confused.
"Yes, well..." Karen frowned. "But that doesn't change the situation."
"You ever done it with another woman?" Bart asked.
"Huh? No," the woman replied, weighing the threat of legal charges against making love to the dark-haired woman with the beautiful legs. "But then I never balled a White before today either," she smiled, not at all repulsed by Karen. "Guess I'll make a day of it. Take off your bikini and join us," she grinned at Karen.
Moments later, the two women were both naked, kissing as Bart watched. They shifted to eat one another and Bart slid his hard shaft up between the dusky globes of the woman's eager ass. She reached back to caress him happily, her tongue plowing Karen's wet furrow. Karen's fingers stroked his balls, her mouth savoring the woman's burning clit.
Caught between Bart's rampant cock and Karen's feasting mouth, the woman's cunt and ass seemed to be one raging hive of broiling joy. Her hips twitching deliriously, her mouth widened against Karen's pulsing nook, screaming sensations of rapture up through Karen's trembling body. The ass bucked and swung against Bart, churning his prick in her glove-like massaging of his pounding tool. Bart clutched the two women, their bodies writhing together as they climaxed and his gizzum hosed up into the woman's voracious ass. Her face coming free of the woman's weeping twat, Karen gasped for air, letting Bart's spend dribble down into her mouth as the three collapsed, satiated.
" ... and quite often he and Karen make dates for future meetings with the women," Clarise concluded.
"And when I was his age..." Guy muttered, shaking his head.
"We'll have to make up for lost time then," Clarise smiled, her fingers stroking his erect meat. "Ah, look," she said, indicating the mirror as Jill and Amy returned to their room.
The girls tumbled happily onto Jill's bed, laughing and kissing. Jill lifted the elephant and they began to use the vibrating trunk on one another's cunts. Watching, Guy and Clarise began to ball, his cock churning in time with the rhythm the girls used. The speakers turned on, the moans and cries of the girls filled the room, mixing with Guy and Clarise's. It was almost as if he was fucking all three of the women, able to see and hear each. His eyes closing with intense ecstasy, it was as if his cock was pumping within all three at the same time.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After a late lunch, Guy mentioned to Jill that he was more than ready to make love to Amy, asking if she thought the girl would prove willing. Smiling, she told him to swim at a particular spot on the estate's lake in fifteen minutes and then went off to join Amy.
At Jill's suggestion, she and Amy went to swim in the lake, able to swim nude without observation. They splashed about happily and then stretched out on the bank. Off and on, Amy had considered the "wrongness" of her lovemaking with Jill, but logic kept winning out, telling her that no one had been hurt or used and that they had both enjoyed it. She did wonder about the question of lesbianism, but Jill had pointed out her arousal over Guy the night before, explaining to her that they were bi-sexual. Amy accepted that and now lay stretched out beside Jill, the sun drying their naked bodies.
"What's that?" Amy whispered, hearing movement beyond the bushes that concealed them to their right and they both peeked through the foliage to see Guy strip and go swimming. Amy swallowed hard, her eyes intent on the heavy swing of his cock. It-it's your step-father," she whispered.
"Yeah and isn't he hung beautifully?" Jill smiled.
"Yes."
"And he can't see us," Jill reminded Amy, watching her relax a little. "Makes my puss hot and wet. Yours?"
Amy nodded, her flesh tingling as she watched him swim about. From the corner of her eye she noticed that Jill was rubbing her erect clit and she found herself doing the same as he returned to the bank. He stretched out on his back, eyes closed, his prick semi-erect.
"Follow me," Jill whispered, taking Amy's hand and the confused girl followed her up the short bluff behind the bank. Moving silently, they came to a stop directly above Guy, the foliage giving them partial coverage. Amy's blood was racing. Only six feet away, Amy could detect the veinage and coloration of the hard rod that was now almost fully erect.
"Oh, Mom's calling," Jill whispered, lifting her head as if she had heard someone. "Stay and I'll be back," she smiled, moving back toward the house before the stunned Amy could think.
Unsure of what to do, she looked back toward Guy, starting as she saw him sitting up to face her, his cock now fully erect. Suddenly, she was aware that she was as naked as he was and she blushed from head to toe, her hands fluttering uselessly before giving up the pretense of modesty. He smiled without threat and beckoned her to join him with a shift of his head. Not knowing what else to do, she moved down the slope to stand before him. He took her hand and gently drew her down.
"You're even more beautiful in the sunlight than in the moonlight," he whispered. "Yes, I noticed your breasts-and your hand on my cock. It took all I had to control myself."
"Really?" she asked, happy amazement stirring a smile.
"Yes. Did you like touching it?" he asked, placing her trembling fingers on his throbbing prod.
She nodded, her eyes on the engorged tool as she touched it wondrously. She moistened her lips and lifted her eyes to his. Her hand tightened around his hard meat.
"Put it in me," she said breathlessly and lay back on the grassy bank, her legs spreading wide as she tugged his prick toward the wet pinkness of her slit
He moved over her, lowering his mouth to hers. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him down to drive the full length of his cock into her eager cunny. She twisted her hips in a counter-rhythm to the hand like caresses of her cunt muscles. Biting at his lips, she bathed his tongue with hers. Having made her decision, she threw herself into their lovemaking wholeheartedly.
Recovering from his amazement at the violence of her lust, he began to thrust in and out of the tight scabbard of her snatch, his tongue delving deeply in her mouth, his hands caressing the soft mounds of her tits, his fingers plucking the rings of her nipples. She groaned hard, her fingers clutching his back. He lowered his face to lass her breasts, sucking hard on the nipples until he had drawn in each of her tits.
Her fanny twisted against the grass, her head whipping side to side, her violet eyes shining brightly as she made gasping animal sounds. Breathing heavily, he raised back from the waist and lifted onto his knees, his hands supporting her. Her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, he swung his hips from left to right. She gurgled deep moans as his shaft thrust from side to side in her hot slot, his head twisting over her cervix. She ground her twat against him, her head thrown back joyously. He slid one hand up and clutched her tit, clipping the nipple between thumb and forefinger. He pulled her to him and their mouths twisted together, their loins raging together.
Their breath was coming in ragged gasps. He lay back, twisting his legs around. They rolled over in the grass, their minds blurring, their groans merging. They clutched at one another, their bodies vibrating down toward the quaking roll of cock and cunt. She screamed with release, her voice echoing over the lake, her flesh spasming around him. He dug his fingers into the ground, his face flushed and the veins in his throat standing up in relief as a shout of ecstasy strangled in his throat. Then the broiling gizzum of his orgasm surged free, gushing up into her.
Totally spent, they collapsed, their bodies still locked. They lay gasping, exhausted. Later they swam in the lake, making love again in the water before returning to the house. Leaving him at the pool to talk with Clarise, an elated Amy went upstairs, pausing as she saw Jill standing at Bart's partially open door.
Smiling at Amy's glowing expression, Jill motioned for her to join her. She looked in just as Bart came, his prick twitching within the grip of his fist, his come splashing over his belly. Taking her hand, Jill pulled a surprised Amy into the bedroom, letting her go beside the bed. Jill bent over the heavily breathing Bart and lowered her smiling face to his stomach. Amy blinked as the pink tongue flicked out to lick up the creamy spend.
"Get the rest, Amy. You'll like it," Jill suggested, her eyes mischievous.
"Please do," Bart added as she hesitated.
Sucking her lower lip in, Amy smiled at the temptation and lowered her face beside Jill's. She touched her tongue to the thick liquid and found the acrid taste to her liking. She sucked the droplets from his balls and then lowered the circle of her lips down his limp length in small sucks till she held it in her mouth. Drawing her cheeks in, she licked and sucked his come, swallowing it. Bart murmured happily and the girls' eyes met. Amy widened her mouth, his cock hanging on her lower lip and Jill joined their mouths. He clutched the sheet as their tongues flowed together around his stiffening tool, their heads lifting up as he came fully erect.
"What are you doing to my children?" Clarise demanded from the doorway and all three turned toward her. "Such sinful behavior," she said, shaking her head, "must be punished."
Pulling Bart's belt from his jeans, she sat on the bed and jerked the blinking Amy over her lap. She snatched the bikini bottom down the girl's legs, tossing it aside as Jill and Bart watched. Tears suddenly flowed from Amy's eyes as all the repressions and doubts she had pushed aside returned and she was reminded of her father's belt, accepting this. Clarise brought the belt down firmly, bringing a pink glow to the quivering globes of Amy's ass.
"Now, Amy, do you feel relieved of your shame and guilt?" Clarise asked tenderly, tossing the belt away.
"Y-yes," Amy swallowed, realizing it was true.
"Don't you think it might be kind of foolish then, knowing what you do now, to think you need to be spanked?" Clarise asked, turning Amy over to hold her gently in her arms. "You're old enough to decide what's right for you, Amy. You've hurt no one and I can get you the pill if you want. Now, it's for you to pick what comes next, where you go from here."
Jill and Bart sat quietly, respecting Amy's concentration. Finally, Amy blinked free of her thoughts and looked at the three of them. Smiling, she raised her head to slide her tongue into Clarise's mouth. Her arms went around the woman's waist and they tumbled back onto the bed, their tits crushing together.
"Thanks for the cleaning," Bart smiled, kissing Amy's cheek as he slid his hard prick up between the twisting cunnies, Jill removing her mother's clothing.
Amy kissed Clarise's big breasts, twisting her clit against the woman's hairless snatch, murmuring as Bart's big whang slid up under it to fill her pulsing nook. Jill knelt beside the bed, opening her mouth wide to carefully roll Bart's nuts in its wet caress.
Naked, Guy and Karen stood in the open doorway, watching the ocean-like flow of the four bodies. They stepped forward and Guy rolled them onto their sides. Clarise and Amy grinned as he slid his prick up into Clarise's slit, his stomach against her ass, his hands molding her tit against Amy's, which Bart held. Amy groaned, the movement of both cocks rocking her and Clarise's clits together, feeling both of them. She kissed Guy and then Clarise, their bodies moving as one couple rather than as two.
Smiling, Jill and Karen nodded to one another and climbed onto the bed. There was a creaking beneath the weight of the six bodies and the bed collapsed. Laughing uproariously, they kept right on moving. Karen and Jill began to writhe over the four bodies, working their tasting mouths down from the heads to the linked hips. Bart and Guy leaned back and drew the hot slits of the two women to their mouths, Guy burrowing kisses into Jill's spice box while Bart suckled Karen's burning clit. Both worked their fingers into the murmuring women's asses, their prods continuing to churn Clarise and Amy's snatches.
The six bodies moved faster and faster, cocks and cunts and mouths and hands and asses interchanging until none of them was aware of there being anything but one large body that each was a part of. Amy and Clarise cried out with joy as their clits chafed afire, screaming as Bart and Guy's come flowed into their hungering underbellies.
Their gizzum flooding the women's snatches, Bart and Guy gasped into the spasming cunnies of Jill and Karen who devoured the spill of their spendings, their mouths making slurping sounds around the slippery fusion of pricks and slits.
They shifted places again and again, resting and beginning anew until the sheets were soaked with their come and perspiration, the taste of all their bodies in one another's mouths. When Guy called for an intermission, the four women knelt atop him to make love to one another, bathing him with their secretions from chest to knees and again bringing his cock to full attention. Amy and Jill ground their cunts around his reddened prong till he came and they turned his cock so that his gizzum splattered over Bart's balls, Clarise and Karen hungrily lapping it up.
The light faded from the room, the air heavy with the rich scent of come and there was only the joyful sharing of pleasure, the hot blend of flesh and the sounds of fulfillment.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sunday afternoon, the next day, Amy departed with her parents, she and the members of the household looking demurely innocent. Her parents making their business trips monthly, she had promised to visit as long as she was welcome.
Tearing away her prim clothing, Clarise headed toward the pool with Bart, Karen slowly removing her modest uniform.
"How'd you like being my 'Daddy'? " Jill smiled at Guy.
"Very much," he grinned. "What've you got planned for the weekends Amy isn't here?" he asked, following her to the large couch that the naked Karen was now lying on.
"Oh, I'll come up with some surprises," Jill promised, beginning to undress him. "Karen and Bart met a woman at the beach who sounds very interesting. She'll be visiting for a little private sunbathing by the pool and lake," she grinned, stripping her own clothes away. "But that's next weekend and this one isn't over yet," she promised, stretching out alongside Karen. Legs spreading their cunts wide, they held their hands out for him to take and drew him down atop them. "Not over yet by a long shot," she giggled, squirming happily as he began to move his pumping cock back and forth between her and Karen's slits.
* * *
At the shop Monday morning, a contented Guy handed the redhead a manila envelope when she came in. As she happily examined the photos Bob had taken, Guy noted the way her short jersey dress draped her pointed tits, the woman obviously having forsaken underwear today. He glanced past her as the door opened, seeing an ebullient Gari.
"You look as you've had a good weekend," Gari grinned.
"Yes, you should come out and visit," he smiled back.
"Oh, my dear," Gari said to the redhead. "I must tell you how much I admired your performance last Monday. You've a very talented, as well as beautiful, body."
"Uh, thank you," the surprised woman said, noting Gari's face and figure with appreciation.
"Why don't you join Guy and me in my office? Bob can watch the shop," she offered and turned to lead the way.
The door closed behind them, Gari crossed to the video tape machine and turned it on. Expecting to see the tapes of him with Jill and the redhead, he was amazed to see Amy and Karen, realizing they had been taken over the weekend at the estate. The redhead watched with interest as the six bodies interchanged, her lips parting as her deepened breathing lifted her breasts against her dress, the pointed spheres nudging the thin cloth with their erect nipples.
"Jill phoned me Friday morning," Gari smiled as the tapes ended. "We set up hidden cameras and ... she trailed off, motioning toward her high-backed desk chair.
The chair swung around, revealing Jill who sat curled up, naked. The redhead glanced toward Guy, all of them smiling.
"I promised you some surprises," Jill said, standing to come around the desk.
Gari began removing her clothing and the redhead unbuttoned her dress, letting it slip away from her nude body. The three women stood around Guy, glanced at each other and then began to remove his clothing.
Guy watched Jill kneel to untie his shoes, the redhead removing his jacket as Gari opened his slacks to free his throbbing prick. They eased him down to the thick carpeting and he was naked in a matter of moments, the three women kneeling around him. Grinning with delight, he reached out to caress auburn, red and chestnut snatches, domed, pointed and globular tits, not knowing where to begin.
The three women looked around at one another and Jill reached out to wrap her hand around the base of Guy's cock. Gari wrapped her hand around the engorged meat just over Jill's, the redhead topping that. Jill looked down into the curl of the woman's fingers, seeing the lips of the bulbous head. She worked the thumb of her free hand down and touched it.
"Me first," Jill grinned and the hands parted for her snatch to slide down the rigid pole.
Embracing Jill, Guy began to twist his prick in the pulsations of her underbelly, his hands caressing her, Gari and the redhead. Then he gasped, his legs being opened wider for two mouths to begin moving up his thighs to snare his balls and probe his anus. Gari slid one finger up into Jill's pert ass, her other hand fondling the redhead's cunny, feeling the redhead slip a finger into her ass while using the other hand to rub Jill's long clit down against Guy's churning shaft.
Jill gurgled happily as he kissed and bit at her tits, his cock stirring blazing waves within her slit, the redhead's fingers rubbing her throbbing clit against his rod, Gari's finger twisting in and out of her ass.
Licking at his balls and chewing at the root beneath, Gari twisted happily as the redhead's finger stuttered in and out of her rectum, her thumb hooked around to rub her hot clit.
The redhead moaned against Guy's ass, her tongue bobbing in and out. She bucked her hips against the spinning fingers with which Gari was filling her gash. Rubbing her tits against the texture of the carpet and over Guy's legs, she rolled the gasping Jill's clit even faster.
Guy groaned, his cock, ass and balls all alive under the women's loving attentions, his mind spinning. He thrust faster in Jill's twat, his senses blurring as his come began to pound against all restraint. Jill's quicksand strong cunt, Gari and the redhead's mouths, the press of soft flesh and the caress of hands all worked together. He gasped, his body shuddering and his spend was gushing free, surging up into the orgasmic eruptions of Jill's snatch. The cries of ecstasy from Gari and the redhead joined the couple's sighs and they went limp together.
"Whew!" Guy breathed a few minutes later. "Looks like another week's off to a fantastic beginning," he grinned blissfully.
"Me next," the redhead smiled and the four bodies shifted around.
As he burrowed his cock up into the woman's ripe fanny, Guy kissed Gari, who the woman was eating, Jill standing over them. He and Gari raised their mouths up between the girl's spread thighs and closed them over her pulsing nook. Jill moaned as their tongues began to undulate in her cunt like blazing serpents.
Guy continued to churn his throbbing whang In the redhead's tight fanny, his hands squeezing Gari's swollen tits. Gari groaned into Jill's wet slit as the redhead's mouth sucked harder at her clit. Jill began to tremble, clutching Guy's head as she shuddered out her orgasm. The redhead's mouthing exploding climaxes within her cunny, Gari screamed out her release and fell to the floor with Jill. Guy's ears began to buzz, his blood pounding as the redhead's anus suckled faster at his prod. Twisting her burning nipples against the carpet, the woman whipped her ass back against the spindle of his prick, gulping air as she came, caught up in a delirium of joy. Guy shook with ecstasy, his mouth widening with a deep throated groan as his gizzum began to surge free. He cried out, his spend roaring through his cock and then it was gushing up into the woman's rectum and bowels and he was swaying with fulfillment
They lay gasping, recovering to begin again. Guy bathed Gari's cunt with his come and Jill and the redhead licked it out kissing Gari to let her taste his creamy spend. He shot off in the redhead's mouth and she used it as a lubricant as she tongued his anus. He ate from blonde, auburn and redheaded cunts till all three came. Gari inserted the directional mike-speakers into the cunnies of the other two women and she and Guy sucked the clits of the two. As the soundtrack of passion vibrated, the two ate Gari and Guy, video tape cameras recording it all for their leisure pleasure at a later time.
