Guy Derby was coming down the highway fast when he saw the car jacked up on the shoulder ahead. He lifted his foot from the gas pedal to slow down enough to see if someone was in trouble. Then he saw the driver of the car, and he smiled broadly.
Guy had known and seen women with beautiful legs. He had seen photos and movies of women with beautiful legs, but he had never seen any that compared with those of the woman ahead of him. He began to pump his brakes.
He reluctantly glanced at his rearview mirror as he continued to cut his speed and then looked back at the woman. His eyes moved up from her sandaled feet to her bright blue shorts. Her curvaceous legs were long and perfectly formed, and he wondered if she was a Vegas dancer, though he had never seen one with legs to compare with the woman's.
Guy's car moved onto the shoulder and eased to a stop behind the woman's Porsche. She glanced back over her shoulder, and he saw that her eyes were an emerald green that went perfectly with her jet-black hair and with her tanned flesh. He turned on his flasher and got out of his car.
The woman had the left rear end of her car jacked up and had the hubcap off. She held a four-way tire iron, but the bolts were still on.
"Be of any help?" he asked as he approached her.
"Yeah, I can't get the nuts off, you should pardon the expression," she smiled.
"Maybe the two of us can manage it," he grinned, and held out his hand for the iron, which she handed him.
Long nipples shoved the fabric of her tanktop outward, and he noted that her breasts were small in their projection from her chest, but wide in circumference. He raised his eyes and saw her green eyes sparkling. He felt no self-consciousness in looking at her body, nor at the size of her breasts. Her attitude made him realize that she was aware that her tank-top made it clear about the size of her tits. It was as if she simply did not have the time to waste with pretense and was at ease with what nature had given her. He felt his cock hardening.
Crouching down, he fitted the tire iron to the nuts and began loosening them. She stood beside him, and his eyes moved to her legs as he began removing the nuts, and then up to her full hips. The shorts clung to the inviting cradle of her loins and to the plush mound of her cunt. From the waist down, she presented almost a fantasy image of womanly beauty. From the waist up, her body was like that of an adolescent girl. He was surprised at how arousing the combination was. He glanced down and saw his engorged prick straining against his pants leg.
Guy looked up and saw her looking down at his crotch. She was smiling slightly, and he felt his breathing deepen. He twisted the last nut loose and gripped the tire to pull it off. She crouched down beside him, and her shorts pulled up to the tops of her succulent thighs. She helped him pull the tire off, and the side of her knee brushed against his leg. It felt as if a hot iron had passed over his pants' leg.
He stepped back and leaned the flat tire against the side of the car. He looked at the reflection in her door's window and saw that his tool was shoving his pants out from his thigh.
Turning, he saw her removing the spare, and he moved to help her. The late afternoon sun was warm, and he felt himself sweating slightly as he put the spare on. Perspiration hazed her forehead and upper lip as she helped him. He could feel her body heat radiating out against him.
"Well, you're free to move," he said as he straightened, and he watched her bend over to pick up the tire iron.
The fabric of her shorts pulled tight across the ripe globes of her ass cheeks, and the bottoms pulled up from her thighs to present him with the undercurves of those supple cushions. His mouth was dry, and his heart was pounding. She put the iron and the jack in her trunk, and he added the flat tire.
"We've gotten ourselves dirty and sweated out, haven't we?" she commented as her eyes moved down his body.
"Yeah," he nodded, knowing there was no way for her to be unaware of his erection.
"There's a stream and pool down there," she said with a nod of her head, and he looked down through the trees alongside the road. "Let's lock up the cars and wash off," she suggested, and he turned toward his car.
The cars locked, and his flasher off, he moved down the slope with her, and through the trees. The sunlight fell through the concealing trees and sparkled from the surface of the pool. He started to speak but paused as she drew her tank-top up from the firm curve of her belly.
The cloth slid up the hillocks of her breasts and over her long nipples. The tapering nubs were a carnation-pink, and the aureolas lifted up gently from the spans of her tits. He began to unbutton his shirt.
Humming softly to herself, she sat down on the grass and removed her sandals. She looked around as he dropped his shirt to the ground. The sun gleamed from his chest and stomach, and she reached out as she stood. His breath caught as her long fingers drifted over his sweat-moistened flesh.
"Nice," she nodded with an appreciative smile, and raised her green eyes to his. "Let's wash off," she said suddenly, and turned toward the water.
For a moment, he was uncertain as to whether she had changed her mind about getting it on with him, or if she was going to remove her shorts. Instead, she dove into the water without removing her shorts. As he unfastened his pants, he felt a twinge of regret that he had not gotten a view of her delicious fanny. But then she rose back up, and he saw the wet shorts clinging like a second skin to the firm pillows of her backside. He kicked his shoes aside and was naked a moment later.
She looked at the hard thrust of his stiff tool as he moved into the water. Her shorts were pasted to her hips and to her cunny. It was obvious to him that she wore no underwear. He and she began to swim.
They came near to one another and floated for a few moments. He reached out and drew her to him. Their lips parted as their mouths met, and her serpentine tongue stretched into his mouth. Her arms went around his neck, and her long nipples moved against his chest. Their eyes closed as their kiss deepened, and his hands moved down her back as her long legs drifted against his. He spread his hands over the opulent spheres of her buttocks and was hardly aware of the thin, water-soaked cloth covering them.
Both of them were breathing raggedly when their lips parted, and they looked at one another with lidded eyes. Squeezing her fanny, he pulled her against his throbbing cock, and she murmured happily.
"We haven't ... cleaned up yet, have we?" she asked with a mischievous smile, and she moved in the direction of the bank.
For a moment, he wondered if she was having second thoughts. They stood up, and he watched the water level move down from her supple torso to the clinging shorts. She turned toward him, and he stared at the way the shorts molded to the delicious contours of her pubes.
"By the way," she laughed, "my name's Karen. Karen Clinton."
"Guy Derby," he laughed as he realized that neither of them had given their names.
"Well, Guy, let me clean you up," she said. "I think I see an area straining for attention," she added as she stared at the thick length of his shaft.
He moved into mid-calf deep water and watched as Karen dropped to her knees. Her hands moved over his bare hips as she stared at his prod and at the heavy weights of his balls. She glanced up with a carnal smile and then opened her mouth before the bulbous head of his shaft.
He looked down as she leaned closer to him, and his breath caught as she ran the tip of her tongue over his knob. She blew against the moistened bulb, and a chill went through his burning column. He groaned as her lips began to suckle the velvet texture of the cap, and as her hands began to drift around the base of his prick.
Karen tightened her pursed lips around the bauble of his flesh, and she flicked her tongue over the small lips. Her eyes were heavily lidded, but not closed. She watched her own hands moving around the other end of his long trunk, and she slid her fingers through his pubic hair. Pleasure showed in her eyes as she heard him groan softly.
She loosened the hold of her lips, and her tongue began to slide along the underside of his prod. His hands moved over her ebony hair as he felt her tongue stroking his dorsal vein. Her fingertips began to drift over the fine hairs of his scrotum, and his shoulders hunched. Waves of heat were moving through him, and his balls felt swollen with come.
"Oh, yeah-h-h," he murmured as her lips moved past the rim of his knob and encircled the top of his rod.
Her weight shifted from one knee to the other as her cunt's palpitations quickened. The wet shorts tugged at her lips, and she let her knees slide further apart so that the damp cloth could pull directly across the burning furrow.
She curved her fingers around behind his sac and began to roll his nuts upon them. His eyes screwed shut as flashes of ecstasy shot through him. His spend was straining for release. Her lips slid further down his pole as she sucked hard, then loosened her hold, and then sucked hard again.
His head pressed against the ribbed roof of her mouth, and her cheeks pulled in against the sides of his shaft as her tongue pulled and thrust along the underside. Her fingers cupped his balls and pressed between them so that she could flex the tips against his root. He curled his fingers in her short, black hair as he leaned forward off the balls of his feet. The blood was pounding in his ears.
She rolled his nuts in her palms as she worked her fingertips back along his root until she was past his scrotum, and moving toward his anus. She sucked hard and pulled her head back from him. His mouth opened as her hold pulled up to the base of his knob. Then she thrust her head back down upon him, and he groaned as he felt his head bob in her throat. Her fingers kneaded the thickness of his root, and his balls ached with arousal.
Her head rose and fell, her mouth pulling up and down his length, and he felt his legs going out from under him. He clenched his teeth in an effort to get a grip on himself, and he lowered his hands to her shoulders. He began to lower himself, and she sat back to help him.
He dropped one arm out to the side for support, and they both leaned over, their legs stretching out in the shallow water. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes so that he could look down as she continued giving him head. Throughout their movements, she had maintained her rhythm. He leaned forward off his side, and she rolled over onto her back. The water touched the back of her neck as she tightened and loosened her mouth around his throbbing length. He began to turn himself, and his cock pivoted in the suckling hold of her mouth.
It felt as if he had his cock in an electric outlet, and blasts of high voltage were going through him. Turned fully around, he looked down at her loins. The soaked shorts perfectly out-lined her snatch, and he rested on his hands and knees for a moment as her mouth pulled at him, and as her fingers caressed and stroked. Then he lifted one hand out of the water and opened the shorts.
He peeled the bright blue fabric down from the fullness of her hips to expose her abdomen and then her sex. The tantalizing rise of her mound spread wide, and the ebony plume of her hair parted to reveal the sugar pink of her slit. The outsides of her cunny were hairless, and the soft flesh flowed into the insides of her upper thighs. He fought back the vertigo her mouthings had created and pushed the shorts down past the juncture of her long, exquisite legs.
He rolled back onto his side, and she rolled up off her back. His hands moved over the ripe globes of her ass, and he pressed his mouth into the gleaming envelope of her loins. She moaned around his throbbing tool as she felt his lips nuzzle between her cunt lips. His tongue pressed into the hot yield, and she shivered with delight as he licked at her.
His hands moved up and down the lengths of her statuesque legs as he tasted her delicious spendings. He moved his lips up toward the top of her slit and curled his tongue up past her entrance way. She squirmed happily against him as he slid his tongue toward the maddening pulsings of her clit. She twisted her" tits against his hard belly and pressed her thumbs against the base of his dorsal vein. Her palms curved down to either side of his sac to shift his balls lightly against one another while her fingers pressed and pulled at his root. He murmured with pleasure as he licked the folds of soft flesh back from her clit.
Freed, her clit lifted up, and his eyes flickered open. The node tapered up from her cleave a full inch. It was the longest clit he had ever encountered. As he closed his lips around the tip, she trembled against him, and an orgasm flashed through her. She gave a gurgled cry of joy around his cock, and she thrust her lips down against the base of his shaft. He pulled the insides of his forearms against the lush weights of her ass cheeks, and his hands tightened around her thighs.
He pressed his lips down the hot node of her clit and began to suck at it as his tongue flicked it from side to side. They rolled from side to side in the water as their raptures deepened. He moved his hands up to the undercurves of her fanny, and moved one hand between her legs as the other moved to her anal cleavage.
Karen arched her hips toward him as he suckled the apex of her sex, and she twisted them as his fingers stroked her cunt lips. He began to probe her fanny and pressed his fingertips in against the pursed bud of her anus, and she again came. Her mouth began to move faster as she drew her lips up and down his reddened member.
His brain was spinning with ecstasies, his body trembling with them, and his cock throbbed harder and harder. He moistened his fingers in her snatch and then pressed one into the pink opening of her ass. Her body bucked against his as he probed her aperture and then began to work his finger up into her rectum. t The water splashed around them as they both moaned with the acceleration of their arousal. As he turned and bobbed his finger in her backside, the fingers of his other hand were curling up beneath his chin and into the soaked spasmings of her cunt. She felt her cunt quaking as his fingers curled and probed within her snatch, and her depths flared with heat as his finger thrust and turned in her rectum. Her clit was flaring with volcanic heat as he tugged and licked it. Her orgasms were coming closer and closer to one another.
His swollen balls trembled against her thumbs as her fingers worked his root from the base of his sac to his ass, and she pressed a saliva-moistened finger against his anus. Her long legs stretched and thrashed as she came, and she sucked hard at him in an effort to pull his come from his nuts. Her entire body was shaking.
Neither of them could focus their thoughts.
Wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure swept through them. He forced his eyes open to see the fantastic womanliness of the lower half of her body as the adolescent-like upper half rubbed against him. He gasped, feeling his come begin to break free.
Their loins were beating against one another's faces. She felt his rod begin to jerk within her mouth and throat, and she moved her tongue and her hands faster. Her orgasms were beginning to merge into a blinding chain reaction. Her body and his bucked and spasmed. Her depths went into convulsions, and her orgasms joined together. She cried out around his tool. His spend rushed through him and jetted through his cock. She pulled her head back, and his head moved up from her throat just as his come gushed forth.
His juices splashed over her tongue and the insides of her cheeks as his tool whipped about like a loosened fire hose. Her cunt spasmed against his chin and lips as he continued sucking at her long clit.
The spurtings of his prod began to slacken, and she sucked the last of his thick brew from it. Having gradually lessened the pressure and intensity of his kisses, he now gave her clit a parting kiss and dropped limply back in the shallow water.
"It's going to start getting cool soon," she said after a few minutes, and he looked up to see that the sun was near to setting. "I'm staying at a friend's place nearby," she told him, "and we can be comfortable, and ... warm there."
"Bet you're warm in the middle of a snowstorm," he smiled as they both stood up, and they enjoyed a long kiss.
Moving onto the bank, he wondered about drying off before dressing, and turned toward Karen. Holding her sandals, tank-top, and shorts in one hand, she was moving toward the road. He started to speak, but shrugged with a what-the-hell smile, and picked up his clothes.
Coming up onto the shoulder of the road, he was pleased that there were no other cars in sight. Karen was standing beside her car, one foot on the driver's door sill. Again, he stared with amazement at the beauty of her long legs.
"Want to follow me?" she asked as she got in behind the wheel, and he stood beside the door to close it for her.
"Anywhere," he smiled, and realized that even someone in a large car would get a great view if they passed in traffic.
"Don't get that caught in the door," she laughed, and he looked down as she reached out to squeeze his newly erect cock.
She started the car and roared away. Laughing, he lept into his car and raced after her. He had forgotten about being naked.
He began to shorten the gap between them as the sun approached the horizon. Then she flashed her blinker and turned onto a side road. Dirt sprayed out as each took the turn, and they followed the winding road upward. He glanced down and saw that he was still fully hard.
She began to slow down, and he saw a cabin ahead. She pulled in alongside the building, and he stopped just behind her. Getting out, he saw the sun was just going down. The golden light bathed their naked bodies as they moved toward one another.
"Still warm," she said as she placed her hand on the hood of his car. "Your car, that is," she smiled, and he moved his hands over her tits to let her long nipples drag against the centers of his palms. "And us," she murmured. "Fuck me now," she whispered as she slid her graceful hands along the length of his tool. "I can't wait for inside."
He stepped forward as he pressed her against the car, and he arched his hips to thrust his throbbing rod up into her damp nook. Her hands clutched his back, and she dropped her head back as her cunt gripped his shaft.
Karen twisted her loins against his as she felt his knob pressing against her depths. He leaned back and dropped his head so that he could catch one of her nipples in his mouth. She moaned happily as he sucked and licked at the long nub, and she kissed at his face and ear.
He began to thrust within the humid trembling of her snatch, and she felt the pulsings of her clit quicken. He spread his mouth over her wide tits and sucked hard. She moaned louder as her carnal fever mounted. His thick length was beginning to pull out of her quaking sheath and to drive up into it. Her blood was racing, and she lifted one leg to curl it behind his. Her lush fanny squirmed against the hood of his car, and her hips bucked against his.
He pulled his mouth back, and drew her tit and then her nipple out till she came loose of his tightened hold. Her hands clutched at his ass, and she beat her hips against his as he thrust high into the broiling depths of her cunt. She cried out, and her body bowed forward as her head dropped back against the car hood. She gasped in short, breathless bursts as she came. Her snatch was spasming around his flashing rod, and his hands cupped the outsides of her ass cheeks as his own arousal deepened.
"Harder," she gasped. "Fuck me harder, harder. I-yes, that's ... it! Yes, damnit, yes. Fuckin' yes," she panted as her body writhed against his.
Her face was damp with perspiration, her hair clinging to her forehead, and her eyes were closed. Her mouth widened, and her words caught in her throat. She tensed and began to shake as she came.
The air broke free and rushed from her throat in a strangled cry of ecstasy. Her cunny continued to spasm around his throbbing cock as she dropped limply back against the hood. The light was starting to go, and they remained still for several moments. Catching his breath, he was uncertain as to whether his vision was clouded by passion, or if it was merely that it was dusk.
Catching his breath, he felt his arousal easing, and waited until he was sure that he was back from the edge of climaxing before stepping back. Karen gasped as she felt his cock sliding out of her, and she sat forward.
"Don't stop," she said breathlessly as she gripped his wet shaft.
"I wasn't planning to," he grinned. "Just thought we might change positions."
"Back door?" she asked, and lifted her hand to her mouth so that she could lick at the dampness she had wiped from his prick. "I sure do taste good," she smiled as she tasted of her juices, and she stood up shakily.
"Ass or cunt?" he asked.
"Whichever you want, or both," she grinned, and turned around to face the auto hood.
She stretched her arms out to brace her hands on the car and thrust her ass back toward his engorged prod. He looked down at her beautiful legs, and slowly moved his eyes up to her opulent fanny. The full cheeks were parted, and her damp cleave was visible below it. He spread his palms over the silky cushions of her buttocks, and slowly caressed them as he moved closer. She murmured happily as she felt his big knob press between her cunt lips. He rocked back and forth, and her hands tightened against the car as his knob bobbed in her furrow. Her ass shifted as she hoped for him to plunge back up into her snatch.
He pressed his thumbs down into the opened cleavage of her ass and rubbed his thumbs at the edges of her anus. She murmured happily as he shifted the bud back and forth to send gentle quiverings of heat through her rectum Her shoulders were bunched slightly, and her head hung toward the car.
Leaning forward from the waist, he moved his hands to her hips, and then around in front of her. He continued to shift his cock's head in her slit as he pressed the heels of his hands down her abdomen. His fingers brushed the jet plume in against her opened cleave, and continued down until he caught his knob. Moving closer, he guided his knob up her wet cunt.
Karen squirmed happily as the top of his shaft was pressed against her cleave, and she moaned with expectation as she felt his knob move toward her burning clit. He raised one hand, and she saw her juices gleaming from his fingers. She pushed her chin closer to her chest and opened her mouth to suck hungrily at his fingers. Feeling her tongue pulling and gliding over his fingers, he happily recalled her mournings of his tool.
The velvet bulb of his head rubbed up against her long clit, and her mouth opened wide as she gasped. Her face lifted high, and her fingers stiffened as they pulled against the car. He moved his knob back and forth over the tapering nub of her apex, and his free hand moved to her tits. A shudder of delight went through her as he began to stroke a nipple between thumb and forefinger. Her sweltering furrow made little gulping noises as it gripped at the top of his long shaft.
Breathing deeply, she lowered her face as orgasms began to boil within her underbelly. In the dim light, she was able to see her enraptured face reflected by the hood of the car. She smiled drunkenly as heat sizzled through her clit.
He continued to rock back and forth, causing his rod to slide up and down her slit as he used his knob to flick her clit from side to side. Her breathing continued to quicken as the soft texture of his cock's head moved over the hyper-sensitive stalk of her clit. He rolled her long nipple between the joint of his thumb and the first joint of his forefinger. Her elbows pressed in toward one side and against his arm as her shoulders tightened. Her curled toes dug against the earth, and her ass twisted against his hips and abdomen.
Her tush was raised high above her scissored legs, and her back curved down and then upward toward her bunched shoulders. Her orgasm exploded through her recesses and went through her like a flash fire. She cried out at the darkening sky and the flickering stars. Her feet dug into the ground, and her ass bucked against him as her cunt clutched hungrily at his shaft.
The orgasm began to ease, and just as her tremoring body began to relax, he pressed her long clit down and between the lips of his knob. Karen stiffened with a renewed cry. Her clit crystallized in the hot dampness of his cock's mouth, and lightning flashes of overwhelming raptures went through her body. Her mind spun, and she could not tell if she was falling or was still upright.
The orgasm began to ease its impact, and she gasped to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding, and her head swam with vertigo. He continued to swirl the tip of her clit in his knob and thrust down its length to encompass the hot node. He twisted his prick from side to side, and her belly tightened and loosened with the convulsions of her underbelly.
Each orgasm lasted longer and was more intense. Karen had given up trying to think, and she reveled in the ecstasies possessing her. Just as her orgasm peaked, he pulled his head from her clit and arched his hips back. She shook with pleasure at the parting lass of her clit and at the racing pull of his shaft along her lips. He arched his hips back toward her and plunged his tool fully up into her drenched nook. She cried out breathlessly and without volume. Her face was flushed, and her hands slid out from under her.
He moved his hand from her tit, to the center of her chest, and eased her down to the surface of the hood. Her mouth open, she pressed her cheek to the car and twisted her aching tits against it. His fingers held her clit, and he shifted it against the underside of his cock as he sluiced in and out of her cunt's tightening and loosening hold.
Her body slid and twisted atop the hood, and her nipples pulled against the still-warm surface. His muscles had tightened, and the veins stood out in relief from his arms as he churned his trunk in her cunt and pivoted his knob against her cervix. Through blurred eyes, she looked at her reflection in the dark blue of the car and saw her expression of carnal delirium. Her eyes squinted closed, and her opened mouth touched the hood. His fingers knowingly worked her clit against the thrusts and turns of his tool, and her cunt began to spasm again. Her lips pulled against the hood as her mouth widened.
His fingers continuing to nurture the excitement of her clit, he slid up into her until her cunt lips were quivering around the base of his shaft. He twisted his hips from side to side, and her fanny rubbed faster against his abdomen. His one hand busy with her apex, his other hand moved to the back of her head, which he cupped as his fingers slid through her hair. The muscles of his stomach and of his thighs were raised as he maintained a steady tempo with the pumping of his rod.
She slid further onto the hood and went up onto the balls of her feet as her weight was taken off them. Her breathing was ragged, and her pulse beat faster and faster as the quakings of her-snatch began to overpower her. Her body writhed with a primitive rhythm as her orgasms began to come, one on top of the other. Though she was making weak, whimpering noises and could not focus her thoughts nor control the movements of her legs, she continued to massage his cock with the tightenings and loosenings of her cunny. Her arms stretched up above her, and her hands gripped the windshield wipers. Her body began to push up and then down off the hood, her cunt moving back and forth as he continued fucking her.
Her legs straightened, and her toes lifted from the ground. Spread-eagled, her body trembled as she began to come again. His face tightened with his own passion, he quickened the tempo of his movements. Her body jumped as her orgasms linked together and blasted through her. Her flesh was feverish, and her mind clouded. She pushed up onto her elbows as her hands bunched into fists. Her tits lifted from the car, and her face rose toward the sky and the full moon above them. Her scream of fulfillment broke free, and he jerked his cock from the liquid tuggings of her cunt.
His prod heavily lubricated with her juices, he immediately pressed his knob into the aperture of her ass and pushed upward into her rectum. Her body continued to jump as her orgasmic convulsions were prolonged and accelerated. His fingers moved down into her cunt, and the heel of his hand rubbed at her clit.
He twisted and thrust within the tightness of Karen's ass, and the hot flares going through her bowels merged with the contractions and expansions of her underbelly and the frantic pulsings of her clit. She said something, but her words were slurred and her breathing ragged. Her body squirmed against the hood, and her long legs curled back against his hips.
His lips pulled back from his teeth, and his mouth began to widen. The throbbing of his tool was quickening, and his engorged balls slapped against the hot wetness of her cleave.
As the moon rose higher, it became brighter in the clearing. One of her gorgeous legs dropped from his side, and her foot curled atop the bumper. The other foot dropped to it, and she braced her weight on her feet and on her forearms. Her face was strained with the soaring intensity of her raptures as she began to push back and forth to slide up and down the thick trunk of his sex.
He groaned from deep in his chest as the hot grip of her ass tugged the flesh up and down the throbbing meat of his shaft. He looked down to watch her plush ass cheeks glide up and down his length. He slid his one hand down from the back of her head and over her shoulders before dropping it to the hood for support. His knees were threatening to buckle. His body shook with muscle tension as he came closer and closer to climaxing. His teeth were clenched. His hand tightened as he continued stroking her cleave and her clit. His breath was coming in ragged gasps.
"Fuck, but-I-" he said, unable to finish.
His head and shoulders lifted, and he bucked his hips against her fanny. His cock thrust and pulled within the rise and fall of her ass, and he groaned hoarsely as his come strained to break free of his balls.
Karen's fists squeaked against the hood as she turned her hands, and she pushed herself back and forth faster. Her mouth was open and her eyes shut. Her statuesque legs tightened, and her ass held against his loins. Both of them were shaking. He suddenly let out a wrenching cry, and his head snapped upward. His come blasted through him, and his rod began to jerk within her ass. Her shoulders pressed down toward her wrists, and her elbows pushed back in toward her sides. Her cunt gripped at his hand.
The last of his spunk gushed up into her bowels, and his feet began to slide back. His cock popped free, and he dropped back to his knees, then letting himself fall over onto his side. Her arms slid forward, and her feet came free of the car bumper, and Karen sprawled atop the hood as he rolled onto his back on the ground.
After several minutes, he looked up toward her. Her stunning ' legs spread, he was presented with a clear view of her nook. Her juices caught the moonlight.
He pushed himself up and stood getting his bearings for a few moments. Karen pushed up and rolled onto her back. Her body spread out before him, he felt arousal stir anew in his loins. Smiling, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the cabin.
Later, after showering together, they stretched out on a large water bed.
"Kind of sorry I'm going to be splitting tomorrow," she told him as she fondled his stiffening cock.
"Going to be gone long?" he asked.
"Yeah, got a new job about a thousand miles from here."
"Where at?" he asked, and he grinned broadly when she told him. "Listen, I'm on the road regularly with my job," he said, "and I'm in that area every few months. Probably won't be too long before I'm there again," he added as he stroked her long nipples.
"Like the phone number where I'll be?" she asked.
"You already have a place?"
"I'll be working as a housekeeper, or whatever, at a family estate."
"Yeah, you bet I'd like your number, Karen," he assured her, and they both grinned as they kissed deeply. "These stiff necks you'll be working for?" he asked.
"I only know their name-Torrance," she smiled, and looked down at his hardened tool. "Speaking of stiff ... necks," she grinned as she squeezed his erect cock.
Grinning, he rolled onto his back and moved his hands over her body.
"Mount up?" he asked, and she nodded with exaggerated eagerness.
Karen swung one leg over Guy's hips, and she knelt above the high rise of his prick. Her fingertips moved over his stomach, and she began to lower herself down upon his thick length. He groaned as he felt the quicksand grip of her humid nook surround his cock and then the press of her ass against the tops of his thighs.
The water bed began to shift and roll beneath the knowing movements of their joined bodies.
Approximately a thousand miles away, the full moon illuminated a large, modernistic estate. Inside the master bedroom, Jim and Laura Torrance were starting to undress for bed.
CHAPTER TWO
Jim and Laura stood on opposite sides of their large bed, and both had their backs to it. Some light came from the bathroom, but most of the illumination came from the full moon. The bedroom lights were out.
Laura removed her dress and brushed her honey-blond hair back from the aristocratic features of her face. Her slip out-lined her sensuous figure as she moved to her closet. Taking off his shirt, Jim glanced quickly back over his shoulder to watch his wife's full ass shift beneath the silk slip. She began to turn from the closet, and he quickly looked away.
Her eyes toward the floor, Laura walked to the bed and sat down on the edge. She drew her stockings from her shapely legs and then stood back up to raise the slip. As he stepped out of his trousers, Jim looked back to watch the slip move up Laura's firm thighs, past her panties and her slender waist, and then past her bra. His cock tented his shorts away from his loins.
Laura went into the bathroom and turned out the light. Undressed, Jim slipped beneath the covers. He stared at the ceiling as Laura returned and got into bed next to him. Her hands moved beneath the covers, and she then dropped her bra and panties onto the floor. Their heads turned, and they looked at one another for a moment. The moonlight spilling through the high windows dimly illuminated them and glimmered in her warm blond hair. If it had been a new moon that night, they would have been in darkness.
Jim rolled over to kiss her, and he moved atop her. Her legs spread, and he inserted his prod into the warmth of her slit. Her hands touched his sides, and his hips began to move as his shaft sank fully into her.
The mansion being built in a U-shape, Jim and Laura's windows looked out on the gardens and swimming pool located in the center area. Concealed by shrubs, their son was staring through the windows.
In his early teens, Ben watched with fascination as his parents moved beneath the covers. He had watched his mother strip to her under wear, and his cock had hardened against his jeans at the ripeness of her body. He had seen his father's prick and had found himself pleased that his own tool was already as large.
Ben's mouth was dry with nervousness. He felt guilty about watching and about having an erection. As he watched the movements of his parent's hips beneath the covers, he lowered his hand. He squeezed at the aching throb of his tool in an effort to ease the sensations. He wished he could see more.
He fought back the desire to open his jeans but finally gave in, and tugged his engorged rod out into the moonlight. As he stared intently through the window, his hand tugged at his shaft. His breathing grew ragged, and his eyelids almost closed as his excitement grew. Inside, his father pushed up onto his hands with a groan, and the covers dropped back to the small of his back. Ben saw his mother's big breasts standing firmly from her chest, and he saw the wide pegs of her dusky tan nipples. His come blasted free.
Ben bit at his lower lip to keep from crying out as he came. The blood was roaring in his ears, and he could not hear his parents' moans as they finished. His thick spunk shot out from his prod, and he dropped back to the grass. The moonlight glistened from the milky globules clinging to the shrubs and grass.
Gaining control of his breathing, Ben remained still for a minute, and then sat up. Jim and Laura were lying side by side, and he was not sure if they were awake or not. He waited for several minutes before moving to wipe his come from the leaves and grass. Putting his cock back into his jeans, he glanced toward another window. It was the window of his sister's room. He was glad that she was out on a date.
Guilt feelings were beginning to gnaw at him as he carefully moved away from his parents' room.
Parked atop a hill with a panoramic view, Ben's sister was kissing a boy she had been going with for several months. A year older than her brother, Phyllis was younger than her date.
He moved closer to her, and she nervously leaned forward to kiss him. His hands moved from her waist to her back, and then back toward her hips. Their breathing was audible, and his tongue moved into her mouth.
Phyllis' eyelids lifted slightly, and she saw that his were shut. His hands cupped her hips, and the edges pressed against the tops of her thighs. She pressed her thighs tightly together. Her face was flushed, and her flesh hot.
"Oh, yeah-h-h," the boy murmured as their lips parted, and he looked into her eyes.
His eyes were glazed, and Phyllis shifted nervously. He ducked his head, and her breath caught as he kissed her neck and ear. One of his hands moved down to the outside of her thigh. She moistened her lips. Her eyes began to close with pleasure as his kisses moved down to the collar of her blouse, but she forced them open. Her expression showed conflicting emotions of desire, fear, and repugnance.
He kissed the base of her throat and the exposed top of her chest. His shoulder brushed against one of her breasts, and his hand continued moving down her thigh. She looked down and saw his prick bulging against his slacks. She swallowed hard in an effort to get hold of herself.
"Te-Teddy," she said tightly. "Teddy, please ... don't," she murmured as his hand pushed her skirt up above her knees. "Don't," she said, and caught his wrist in her hand.
"Huh?" the boy muttered, and looked up. "What's the matter, Phyllis?"
"Please, don't ... do that."
"Why? You don't enjoy it? You didn't say anything last time," he reminded her.
"No. No, I didn't," she nodded with a blush. "But afterwards ... I felt ... guilty."
"You're being silly again," he said with a trace of harshness. "You're turned on too."
"I-" she began, but was unable to argue the point and was unwilling to admit even to herself that it was true.
He pressed his mouth back to hers, and she murmured as his tongue stroked hers. His free hand lifted from her hip and opened the top button of her blouse. His fingers moved under the blouse, and her breath caught as his hand moved between her breast and her bra. She tried to pull back so that she could speak, but he kept kissing her.
His hand cupped the blossoming apple of her tit and forced the cup of her bra down beneath it. Her eyebrows lifted as he caressed her swollen tit and as the inside of his palm moved over her nipple. Her hand tightened around the wrist of his other hand. Neither of them was sure if she were making sure he did not raise her skirt higher, or if her hand was simply tightening with her arousal.
His hand pushed upward, and she lost her hold. He slid it up her joined thighs, and her skirt was forced away from the slender but shapely legs. She shifted as she felt his knee press against hers in an effort to part them. She was having trouble concentrating on any one action, and on not letting herself be swept away by her arousal. Then his hand touched against the crotch of her panties, and she turned her head to the side as she panicked.
"No!" she gasped, and grabbed at his arm in an effort to pull his hand away from her cunny.
"Hell, I can feel how hot and wet you are even through your panties!" he said harshly.
"You'll get off on being fingered," he said in a gentler tone.
"I can't," she said imploringly, and her eyes were moist.
"Why? You afraid I'll tell somebody? Shit! Who else do you know, or ever see? The only reason we met is 'cause our parents know one another," he reminded her angrily, and then suddenly jerked his hand away from her tit.
"Teddy...." she said with a wavering voice as he sat back behind the wheel.
"I thought you just wanted to get to know me better," he said bitterly, "but you're just a prick tease. That's it, isn't it?" he demanded, and turned back toward her to unzip his fly. "Well, here!" he said as he pulled his hard cock out of his pants. "Here it is! Hard 'n' hot. Want t'watch me jerk off?" he asked sarcastically.
"Wh-?" she stammered, and looked down at his tool with a mixture of carnal fascination and horror as he began to stroke his shaft. "Nno, don't," she pleaded.
"Why not?"
"I-I'll do it, Teddy," she said with resignation. "I didn't mean to frustrate you."
She reached over, and her trembling hands grasped his swollen rod. She imitated his motions.
"Harder," he whispered tightly as his head dropped back against the top of the car seat, and she obeyed.
His eyes closed, and she stared with fascination at his cock. Then his breath caught, his body stiffened, and his shaft began to spasm in her hands. She blinked as his come jetted out to spill on the floor. Absently, she wondered what the fluid tasted like.
She sat back against her door and said nothing when he had recovered. He shrugged and drove her home. He was somewhat apologetic and told her he would phone about going out again in a few days. Phyllis could only think about have jerked him off. She felt shame and resentment that she was still frustrated while he was not. Desire and guilt raged against one another within her mind and body.
Her parents and Ben were asleep when she got home. In her bed, she tried not to touch herself, but could not get to sleep due to her arousal. Using that as rationalization, she rolled over onto her stomach and slid her hands down beneath her until her fingers were at her cunt. She pressed her mouth to her pillow as she came and muffled her cry of release.
The next day was overcast. A storm was building, and the air was humid. Laura had slept late. Starting to get dressed, she heard the sound of a car, and she looked out her curtained window. The light touched one large breast, her firm belly, and her wide, golden bush. She saw Karen's car come to a stop outside.
While Phyllis's masturbation had lessened her frustration the night before, it had not freed her of her conflicting emotions. Going to the kitchen, she heard a car door slam, and she looked outside to see Karen getting out. Seeing the youthful face and the adolescent cast of the woman's breasts, Phyllis wondered if this would be someone near enough her age to be a companion she could talk with.
Several hundred feet away from the house, Ben leaned against a tree. He stared at Karen's long, beautiful legs as she moved around the car, and he moistened his lips. His prick had hardened with anticipation.
Karen looked at the house as she moved toward the front door, and she wondered about the mood of steamy repression she felt. She glanced at the sky and dismissed the feeling as being brought on by the weather.
Karen rang the doorbell of the mansion, and a moment later she heard someone moving toward the other side of the door.
CHAPTER THREE
Phyllis greeted Karen happily and took her into the living room to meet with Laura. Liking both the house and the mother and daughter, Karen still sensed an atmosphere of repression. There was a lonely longing in the eyes of Phyllis and Laura, and Karen wondered what Jim was like, but he was off on business.
"Oh, Ben," Laura said, and Karen turned to see the boy standing in the doorway. "Come and meet Karen."
With a trace of shyness, Ben walked toward the women. Only Karen had a full frontal view of the youth, and so only she noticed the bulge against the crotch of his jeans. Slowly, she raised her eyes to his, and she smiled warmly.
"Good to meet you, Ben," she said as she took his hand.
Ben nodded dumbly at the softness of her touch, and at the husky warmth of her voice. He swallowed hard.
"My, but you're quiet today, Ben," Laura laughed. "Well, Karen, I imagine you'd like to see your room and freshen up. I'll...."
"Oh, I don't want to bother you," Karen gently interrupted. "I'm sure Ben wouldn't mind showing me, would you, Ben?" she asked.
"N-no," he stammered as his eyes jerked up from her long legs.
"I'm sure it's going to be a pleasure working here," Karen smiled at Laura, and her emerald green eyes held Laura's for several moments.
"I-I hope so," Laura nodded, and she wondered why she felt flushed.
Phyllis watched Karen's statuesque legs as the woman followed Ben from the room, and she looked forward to having someone around the house she could talk with.
Karen watched the boy's buttocks move beneath his jeans, and she felt a strong temptation to act as more than a housekeeper to the Torrance family. Phyllis was clearly a virgin yearning to overcome her repressions. Laura was obviously sexually discontented. Ben was eagerly seeking to be rid of his virginity, and his father...? That was the only unknown factor. Karen found herself very curious about him.
"Here it is," Ben said as he motioned through an open doorway, and Karen looked in. She stood very close to Ben, and his breathing deepened.
"Ah, a nice big bed," she said approvingly. "Thanks, Ben," she said, and leaned over to kiss his cheek.
The boy blushed and was unable to say anything. Yet, the hardening of his cock against his pants' leg said more than enough to Karen.
"I should give you something for being such an excellent bell captain," she smiled, and slipped a dollar from a pocket in her skirt.
"Oh, no," the boy muttered.
"Don't be silly," she said, "it'll be our secret."
His open hands drew back from the offered bill, and she suddenly reached down to catch his pocket with her free hand. Stunned, he looked down as she pushed the dollar down into his pants' pocket. Her fingers moved fully into the pocket, and he felt the backs of them slide against his hard prod.
"Enjoy yourself with that," she said, and she went into her room, closing the door behind her.
His mouth dry, Ben stared at the door as he wondered if she had noticed his erection. He was on the verge of an orgasm, and he turned to quickly move to the privacy of his own room so that he could come without doing it in his jeans.
Late the next morning, Karen followed Laura's instructions as she prepared a drink for the woman. She recalled that while serving dinner the night before, she observed Laura's husband express interest in what was between her legs. That had decided her to liberate the Torrances.
She wore a traditional maid's uniform of black silk with a white apron, and the short skirt showed off her legs to good advantage as she carried the drink to Laura. The woman was stretched out by the pool.
Laura's bright orange bikini revealed the beauty of her body and contrasted well with her tanned flesh. She sat up to take the drink, and Karen waited while she tested it. Laura's big tits strained against the small top as she drank.
"Very good," Laura nodded approvingly, and rolled over onto her stomach. "You're as good a bartender as you are a chef, Karen," she said as she put the drink down, and she reached back to untie the strap of her top.
"Let me get that, ma'am," Karen said, and the woman looked at her as she went to one knee. "There," Karen smiled as she unfastened the strap, and her skirt shifted higher on her parted thighs.
"Thanks," Laura murmured as her top fell away from the lush weights of her tits, and she looked at Karen's legs with a twinge of envy.
"Would you like me to lotion your back for you, ma'am?" Karen asked with a nod toward Laura's tube.
"Uh, yes, if you'd like," Laura nodded, and she took a sip of her drink.
Laura's dusky tan nipples shifted against her beach towel as she watched Karen stretch to lift the lotion. The skirt of her uniform pulled up from the side of one thigh, and then dropped back down as she began to squeeze the lotion into one soft, pink-rimmed palm. Leaning on her elbows, Laura rubbed the cool glass against her sun-warmed face. Her eyes closed as Karen's long-fingered hands spread out over her shoulder blades.
Slowly, Karen flexed her hands against the woman's supple back, and she began to work the thick cream into the olive flesh. The sunlight gleamed in the waves of Laura's honey-blond hair as she began to lay her head down. The globes of her breasts pressed against the towel and pushed out to the sides. Her eyes lidded as Karen moved her hands down to the small of the woman's back. The bikini bottoms molded to the full ass cheeks and left their cleft bare.
A light breeze stirred the surface of the pool, and the water lapped against the tiled sides. Karen's tapered fingers shifted against the tendons at the sides of the base of Laura's spine, and the heels of her hands shifted against the tops of Laura's ass cheeks. Laura murmured drowzily, and her hips shifted. Before she could think about the contact, g Karen's hands were moving up her sides to work the lotion into her slim waist.
Music drifted from the stereo speakers by the bar, and the sunlight spangled the surface of the water. Laura forced her eyes open and glanced back toward her servant kneeling beside her. She smiled as she basked in the luxury of being oiled, and her eyes closed again.
Karen's hands cupped Laura's waist and pushed upward. The woman's flesh gleamed as the light reflected from the lotion. Karen's-hands moved nearer to the ripe orbs of Laura's tits, and the edges brushed against the soft flesh as she oiled Laura's slats. Her legs ajar, Laura's hips again shifted against the pool side, and the bikini bottoms stretched taut across her fanny.
Laura's lips parted as Karen's hands casually cupped the exposed back sides of her tits to oil them. Then the hands were moving back down her back and lifting. She swallowed and wondered why Karen had stopped. Then Karen's hands pressed a fresh load of the cream to the backs of her thighs.
Though her legs were shapely, Laura felt a bit timid about Karen's oiling them due to the exquisite beauty of Karen's. She pushed herself up a little and took a long drink. Karen's touch moved knowingly over her thighs and down her calves as she covered the backs and the outsides. Then her hands began to move up the insides of Laura's legs.
Laura's hands tightened against the beach towel as Karen's tender massage moved up past her knees. Karen's fingertips pressed and pushed higher as her palms turned against the silky flesh of the woman's thighs. Laura's elbows slid forward, and her chin touched the towel as her eyes closed. Her features were tense, and a fine patina of perspiration shimmered upon her forehead. The weights of her tits rose and fell against the terry cloth, and her shoulders shifted, which caused her nipples to rub against the texture.
Karen's fingertips moved to the base of the woman's ass cheeks, and they shifted beneath the bikini bottoms. Laura's lips parted to her ragged breathing. Karen worked her fingers down between the tops of Laura's thighs, and Laura's straightened legs moved further apart. The underarch of the bottoms clung to the plump mound of Laura's cunny, and the sun gleamed from a honey-blond curl of soft hair that peeked out from under the fabric.
Karen turned her hands to cup the backs of Laura's thighs, and her thumbs worked the lotion down against the insides. Laura moistened her lips and swallowed hard. The sides of Karen's fingers shifted against the exposed bases of Laura's buttocks, and the insides of her thumbs brushed against the thinly covered mound of Laura's sex.
Laura's face was tightened with arousal, her cheek pressed against the towel that her hands gripped. Her breasts were forced down hard against the terry cloth. The sunlight gleamed from her oiled body.
Karen moved her emerald eyes from the shifting curve of Laura's snatch to the woman's face. She smiled. Her own breathing was heavy, and her knees rubbed together. She lifted one hand and pressed the other down between Laura's thighs. The back of the hand rubbed the inside of one thigh, her thumb and fingertips caressing the inside of the other, and the inside of her forefinger and its knuckle stroked Laura's lightly covered slit.
Karen pressed her free hand against her own thighs just below the hem of her short skirt. Her hand was coated with the lotion, and she moved it up beneath the shirt and to the tops of her thighs. Her eyes were heavily lidded as she continued to discreetly caress Laura's inner thighs and cunt, her other hand more directly fondling her own cunt.
Karen's eyes squinted shut as her head went back, and her mouth widened. Her hand jerked beneath her skirt, the other moving faster between Laura's legs. She swayed on her knees as she sought to steady herself, and her orgasm rippled out through her.
Laura trembled with desire. Then suddenly, the hand was gone from her heated flesh, and she blinked with confusion. She looked back toward Karen and saw her wiping the lotion from her hands. Flushed, her maid smiled pleasantly at her.
"Is there anything else I can do for you, ma'am?" Karen asked, and her green eyes held Laura's.
"Uh, no, no," Laura stammered nervously as she realized just how aroused she had become. "Why, if someone had seen us they'd probably have thought we were dykes or something," she laughed nervously, and sat up to take a large swallow from her drink, and forgot that her bikini top was off.
"Why?" Karen asked innocently as she looked at the wide pegs of the woman's dusky tan nipples. "Besides, you've got complete privacy here, ma'am."
"Yes, of course," Laura nodded, and glanced down at her breasts. Karen's response made her feel more self-conscious about putting her top back on than about being nearly naked before the uniformed Karen. "When I ly on my back, I put cold cream on my nipples so they won't get dried out," she said absently.
"Are you planning to sun on your back today, ma'am?" Karen asked.
"N-no," Laura blushed as she realized that her words could have been interpreted as a request for Karen to rub the cream into her burning nipples. "It just ... feels daring somehow to tan my breasts, to not have the tan interrupted."
"Since you have privacy, ma'am, why don't you sunbathe in the nude?" Karen asked.
"Oh, I ... I'd feel too nervous. It seems daring just ..she trailed off as Karen's eyes held hers. "Do you think I should?" she asked with a dry mouth.
'Well, it's not really my place to say, but I would in your place."
"You would?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Laura looked around nervously and took another drink. She laughed, intoxicated with both the drink and arousal. Karen smiled as the woman reached down to fumble with the bottoms.
"Allow me, ma'am," Karen said, and Laura nodded after a moment.
Laura stretched out again and raised her hips for Karen to peel the bright orange bot toms from her tush. Karen watched the lush cheeks bared, and then the undercurve of Laura's honey-furred cunny. Laura shifted with a mixture of expectation and embarrassment as Karen slipped the bottoms over her feet, leaving her totally naked.
"You must be careful not to get burned," Karen remarked. "The lotion ... Y"
"Y-yes," Laura nodded, and kept her eyes closed.
Karen squeezed the lotion into her palms and spread them over the soft, untanned flesh of the woman's buttocks. Slowly, she spread the lotion with circular turnings, and then she began to stroke with her fingers. The mounds of her thumbs shifted toward the inner bases of the cheeks, and her thumbs pressed against the junctures of ass and thighs. Laura's passion was reborn, and her expression clearly revealed her pleasure. Her legs tensed and spread wider. Karen's thumbs moved down the supple grooves toward the damp curlings of Laura's wide bush.
Karen's grip tightened, and her fingers pressed into the firm pillows, kneading them against one another. Her thumb tips shifted the soft curls of Laura's muff against the woman's pink lips. Laura's mouth closed, and her teeth caught the towel to bite hard. Her oiled body shifted sensuously as she luxuriated in the "innocent" caresses of her servant.
The untanned buttocks now gleamed with the lotion, as did the tanned remainder of Laura's body. And her slit gleamed with her juices. Karen's hands continued caressing down above the woman's mound and shifting the curlings against the tremoring cleft. Karen watched her face as she gauged the level of Laura's excitement. Laura was clearly on the verge of coming. Karen's hands lifted from the hot flesh.
Laura's eyes opened and were glazed. Her mouth quivered as she sought words from amidst her confusion.
"Will there be anything else?" Karen asked as she stood.
Laura stared up the exquisitely long legs to the shadowed area beneath Karen's short skirt.
"N-no," Laura said, and lifted her drink again.
Karen turned, and smiled as she walked away. She knew that Laura's eyes were fixed on the swing of her legs, and the shifting of her fanny beneath the black silk uniform.
Laura pressed her forehead to the towel as she tried to get hold of herself. She could no more ask Karen to continue caressing her than she could have admitted to herself that she had been highly aroused by her maid.
In his room, Ben was stretched out on his bed. With his eyes closed, he was sliding his hand down into the pocket of his jeans, mim icking the movements of Karen's hand the night before.
In his mind, the backs of the fingers brushing his hard cock through the denim had become those of Karen's. His free hand slid his T-shirt up from his flat, young belly and caressed it. His hand turned in his pocket and grasped the thick hardness of his tool. The fingers of his other hand slid beneath the waistband of his jeans, and the tips kneaded his tightened abdomen. His breathing was deep.
He pushed the button of the jeans free and began to slowly unzip them. His hand moved under his underwear to directly grip his prod as his other hand continued to rub it through the pocket. He pushed the cotton briefs down the straining shaft and over the head, and his prick thrust up into the air. His hand came out of the pocket and pushed the cloth further down so that he could bare his heavy balls. Then, the hands that were, for him, Karen's hands, began to stroke his engorged trunk and to caress his come-filled nuts.
His heart pounded, and he could only hear the sound of his own ragged breathing. His closed eyes squinted as he slid his hand up and down his length, and he was totally unaware of his door opening and closing.
Karen moved silently toward him with a smile. She held a mop in her hand. She watched his hand slide up and down his man sized cock, and she dampened her lips as she debated with herself. Then she turned and began to dust his dresser.
Ben frowned with uncertainty, and then opened his eyes to find out if he had heard something. He blinked in amazement as he saw Karen turn from his dresser to the night table beside him.
"Don't let me disturb you. I'll be finished in a minute," she smiled pleasantly, as if noticing nothing out of the ordinary in witnessing his masturbation.
Abruptly, he jerked the top sheet of the unmade bed up over his throbbing cock. Speechless, he did not know what to do of say.
Karen squatted down by the bedside table and began to dust the lower shelf. Ben stared at her legs and at the way her short skirt fell away from the backs of her thighs. She pivoted to reach into the shelf, and her thighs parted to give him a momentary glimpse of her cunny. She was wearing transparent bikini panties.
She stood and crossed to a table in front of the bed. She leaned forward from the waist to lightly dust the car and airplane models covering the table, and her skirt rose up from the backs of her beautiful thighs. He bit at his lower lip as he saw the center base of her luscious fanny revealed to his dilated eyes.
She turned and moved back to the side of the bed. He stared up at her as he wondered what she was going to do, and her hand moved down toward where the sheet was tented atop the pole of his sex.
"Do the sheets need changing?" she asked, and her hand brushed against his cock's head as she felt the cloth with her fingertips. The fabric shifted against the hyper-sensitive flesh of his knob, and his breath caught. She did not seem to notice. "Oh, what a nice T-shirt," she smiled, and the bed shifted as she sat down on the edge. "Really nice," she nodded as she reached up to touch the raised shirt, and the inside of her wrist brushed his tensed belly as the inside of her forearm rubbed against the side of thinly covered prick. His eyes were heavily lidded. "Oh, I guess I'd better wash this," she said, and he followed her eyes down to where a droplet of pre-come had dampened the sheet.
Before he could gather his thoughts, Karen was raising up off the bed and pulling the sheet from atop him. As she gathered the sheet in her hands, the cloth pulled and slid over his throbbing cock. She reached down for the lowest point of the sheet, as if to gather it into a bundle, and her hand moved directly over his come-glutted balls. He had begun by fantasizing that her hands were touching his loins, and now they were doing it in reality.
"Oh, I've smeared some on you," she said apologetically, and she sat back down. "I'll get it off," she promised, and her fingers curled around the top of his shaft as the plump base of her thumb brushed against his dorsal vein. Her thumb rubbed the lips of his knob, and his hands clutched the bed.
His eyes closed, his head went back against the pillows, and his body arched. She smiled warmly as she witnessed his pleasure, and her long fingers began to play knowingly upon the pipe of his flesh. He groaned at the hot waves of rapture her soft touch drew from him. His head turned from side to side, and his hips began to thrust. His tool rose and fell within her caressing grip, and his breath caught hoarsely in his throat.
His cock jerked in her hand as spasms went through him, and then his come was fountaining up to splash over her hand and over his belly. With a sigh of ecstasy, he fell back limply He was in a daze as her hand left his softening member. A few moments later, he forced his eyes open as she moved a damp wash cloth over his fevered flesh and cleaned his come up. He also saw that she had not cleaned her own hand, and that the thick brew clung to her flesh.
"There," she smiled casually, "all cleaned up."
She stood up, gathered the top sheet from the floor, and picked up her dust mob. His spend still decorating her hand, she turned and moved to the door.
"Sorry if I disturbed you," she said, and went out as the boy stared in satiated astonishment.
Outside the boy's door, Karen paused to suck his juices from her hand. Savoring his taste, she wondered about his father. Jim had been coming in late, and so she had not had an opportunity to be alone with him, yet.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jim had gotten held up in a late meeting, and most of the lights were out when he got home. Feeling weary, he decided on a midnight snack and went into the kitchen. Inside the door, he came to a sudden halt.
Facing away from Jim, Karen was scrubbing a section of the kitchen floor. On her hands and knees, the hem of her skirt shifted around the center of her lovely fanny. The flow of her gorgeous legs into her taut ass cheeks was unbroken by any panties. Jim could see the base of her ebony-plumed cunny winking at him from between the tops of her firm thighs.
Exhaling deeply, Karen arched her body up from the waist and wiped the back of one hand over her forehead. Apparently overheated by her work, she raised up onto her knees. The uniform dropped down over her fanny, and Jim raised his eyes to the nape of her neck. She reached back and freed the zipper running down the back of the uniform, and he watched the fabric open downward from her supple back. He was surprised to see an ivory bra strap contrasting with the tanned flesh framed by black silk. Still, he did not try to stop to think why she should be wearing a bra, but not panties.
She reached down and gathered the hem of the uniform so that she could raise it. The silk whispered as it rose like a curtain from the opulent spheres of her ass cheeks. He followed it up the dimpled insweep of the small of her back, then up past the bra strap. She slipped the uniform over her head and tossed it onto a chair to her side.
Karen leaned forward onto her straightened arms and again began to scrub at the floor. Sweat gleamed from Jim's forehead, and his erect prod shoved his trousers out toward Karen. She moved forward on her hands and knees, and he watched the contours of her back shift beneath her tawny flesh. Her buttocks moved from side to side, and her anal cleavage widened and narrowed above the base of her rich cunt. The wet floor reflected her firm belly's curl.
She rose up onto her knees and turned from the waist to reach back for her pail of soapy water. She gasped and quickly pushed up onto her feet. Before she could press her uniform to the front of her body, he saw that her bra was wet, and thus transparent.
"Oh, Mr. Torrance, what-what can I say?" she stammered. "If-if it had been Ben instead of you ... oh, please don't be too severe," she pleaded as she moved to him, and he stared at her with a mixture of arousal and confusion.
"I...." he began, but was distracted by the side to side movement of the uniform that gave him flashing glimpses of her dark mound.
"You'll only spank me with your hand, won't you-not with your belt?" she asked as she came to a stop right before him.
"All right," he heard himself reply as he looked down into her emerald eyes.
"Over your lap," she asked with a sigh of relief as she turned, "or bending over?"
"Lap," he murmured as he watched her naked ass cheeks roll above the flowing movement of her long legs.
As if in surrender, she stopped by a chair next to the kitchen's sliding glass door and let her uniform drop to the floor as she looked back at him. Balancing herself, she removed one shoe at a time and then stood in only the damp bra. He realized that her breasts did not project out as far as his teen-aged daughter's, though they had a wider span. Her pink nipples were pressed back against her aureolas by the bra, and he wondered how long the tapering nubs were.
Oblivious to the fact that his erection was quite apparent, he crossed the room to sit down in the chair next to Karen. As he sat down, his eyes focused on the view beyond the sliding glass door. He was facing toward the pool where Phyllis stood. Wearing a bikini, her wet flesh glowed with moonlight. Before he could consider moving the chair, Karen was stretching herself out over his lap.
He looked down at her plush buttocks as he felt her body shift against his hardened tool. He pressed one hand to the small of her back and felt how soft her flesh was. He glanced toward his daughter and saw the tops of her damp tits quiver as she moved. He raised his other hand. Karen squirmed upon the thrust of his cock, and he brought his hand down. A sharp slap seemed to fill the room as his hand met her tush, and it quivered under the blow.
Outside, Phyllis gripped the top of the pool ladder and leaned forward so that she could trail her toes over the surface. The reflected light from the water played over her accented leg, and her fanny shifted beneath her bottoms.
Inside, Jim brought his hand down again on Karen's ripe bottom, and she let out little cries. His hand rose and fell as his eyes shifted from her pink rear to his daughter. His body was tensed as she continued to wiggle against his swollen rod. He could not see the expression of arousal on her face.
The moonlight played on Phyllis's alabaster flesh, and in her auburn hair, and from the droplets of water clinging to the tops of her round, blossoming tits, and to her belly.
Karen's ass danced beneath his hand, and her cunny twisted against the hard jab of his cock. His eyes were glazed, and his body trembled. Karen gripped the side legs of the chair as her arms straightened, and her body arched up from the waist. Her loins thrust and turned against his shaft as his hand clapped against her ass. He gripped her back, and his head went back. His hips heaved beneath her, and she could feel his prick jerking against her as he came. He groaned as his come gushed against the inside of the pants, just separating it from her snatch. His eyes were closed, and he did not notice Phyllis diving into the pool. He sagged back in the chair, spent.
"Thank you," he heard Karen say in a timid voice, and he opened his eyes to see her kneeling before him. "Thank you for not being too mad."
He stared down into her flushed face and into her deep eyes. She stood, and he watched her quickly don her uniform and put away the cleaning items. Stunned, he watched her leave the kitchen. He wondered if it had all been a hallucination, but the widening stain on the crotch of his pants was proof of the reality of what had happened.
In his room, Ben had also been looking out at Phyllis. His cock had hardened at the sight of the moonlight playing over her damp flesh, and he had casually stroked it through his jeans. Over the previous months, he had been happily noting the development of his sister's body.
Phyllis dove into the pool and out of his line of vision, and Ben started to turn from the window. He stopped as he saw the light in Karen's room come on. His own light off, he leaned against the window frame. Wandering about her room, she began to unzip her uniform, and Ben opened his jeans.
Karen raised the black silk from her naked fanny, and Ben closed his hand around his tool. Her uniform fell to the floor, and she turned almost directly toward him. His breathing tightened at the sight of her ebony-plumed mound and firm belly. She now wore only her bra. He hummed to himself with pleasure.
The corners of her lips hinting at a smile, Karen took a full-length nightgown from a drawer and moved closer to the window. She could just detect the boy in the shadows of his room. She slipped her hands and forearms through the sleeves and glanced toward her open door. Someone was approaching her room as he came up the hall.
Pushing her wet hair back, Phyllis blinked at the sight of Karen putting on her nightgown. The translucent fabric drifted over her voluptuous ass and down her long legs. The moonlight from Karen's window temptingly silhouetted her naked body against the thin fabric. Karen turned, and Phyllis stared into the woman's deep green eyes. Water dripped from the girl's soaked bikini.
"Hi," Karen smiled warmly as she moved away from the window. "Come on in," she said with a wave, and she held the door open wide.
"Well, I...." Phyllis began uncertainly, and then she shrugged and moved into the room.
"I'm afraid I've gotten out of the habit of closing doors," Karen said as she closed the door behind the girl. "Have a good swim?" she asked before Phyllis could react to the door being shut.
"Yeah," Phyllis grinned, and she found it hard to avert her eyes from the thinly-veiled view of Karen's body. "Wow, you've got some nice things," she said as she noticed the clothes laid out on the bed.
"Slow getting unpacked," Karen said as she glanced back to see that neither of them was in Ben's line of view.
"Quite a difference, huh?" the girl asked as she held a string bikini of Karen's up in front of her modest bikini.
"Try it on," Karen suggested.
"Oh, I couldn't. Mom and Dad'd never let me...."
"So, you can still see what it looks like on you. Go on."
"Well ... okay," Phyllis said after a moment's debate, and she unfastened her top.
Only as the top came loose of her tits did she realize that she was baring them to the woman. Before she could become overwhelmed by feelings of shame, Karen turned toward her dressing table, and she began to brush her hair. The bikini top slipped from the maturing spheres of the girl's tits. Looking into the dressing table's mirror, Karen saw the pale pink caps of the girl's aureolas and the rings of her nipples.
As if afraid to be totally nude in front of someone else, Phyllis lifted the top of Karen's bikini. Frowning over her own behavior, she put it back down and unfastened her bottoms. Karen caught a glimpse of auburn fleece as the girl turned toward the bed, and then she saw pertly founded ass cheeks.
Naked, the girl grabbed for the string bottoms and fumbled with them as she tried to figure out how to put them on. Karen turned from the dressing table and moved toward her.
"Here, let me help," Karen said, and the girl started.
Pretending not to notice Phyllis's nervousness, Karen slipped the dusky brown cloth from her hand. Phyllis's elbows were at her sides, as if she were ready to cover herself with her hands, and she stared as Karen's fingers unfastened the waist strings of the tiny hourglass of cloth. Just below Karen's hands, she could see the shadow of Karen's dark cunt plume.
"Now, hold these here at your hips," Karen said as she pressed the front strings against the girl's alabaster flesh, "and I'll...."
Phyllis turned her head as Karen moved behind her, and she blushed deeply as she felt the soft warmth of Karen's fingers brush against the insides of her thighs. Karen caught the back triangle of the bottoms and raised it. The center of the hourglass pulled against the underarch of the girl's body, and her eyes lidded for a moment.
Karen spread the back triangle over the centers of the girl's uptilted buttocks and moved back before her to fasten the strings at one hip, and then at the other. The rings of Phyllis's nipples stood out hard from the plump rises of her aureolas.
"Very, very nice," Karen nodded approvingly as she took a step back.
The soft fabric clung to the girl's plump mound and left the outsides of her abdomen bare. Tiny curlings of auburn showed from under the dusky tan bottoms. Stunned at the sight of herself so nearly naked, Phyllis quickly grabbed up the top and put it on. Karen laughed as she tried to fasten it, and Phyllis laughed too, her tension released. The top was adjusted for Karen's tits, and so it fit Phyllis too tightly. The cloth just covered her nipples and forced the sides of her tits out to the sides, exaggerating her cleavage.
"Let's loosen that a bit, big tits," Karen grinned, and the girl glowed over the words.
"Do-do you really think so?" Phyllis asked as the backs of Karen's fingers brushed against her breasts as the woman adjusted the triangles to fit her tits. "Do you really think I've got big tits? They seem so little compared to Mom's."
"Well, compared to mine, they're big," Karen smiled.
"Oh, I didn't-" she blushed.
"Don't worry," Karen said warmly. "I like mine the size they are. If anyone else doesn't, that's their right, but I don't care."
"That-that's neat," Phyllis said, and she looked toward the full-length mirror near the window. "I'm not sure I want to know what I look like," she observed, looking down at her scantily-clad body, "but...."
"You look gorgeous, but you don't want to look in the mirror yet," Karen told her. "A bikini's meant to be seen wet-at least this one is."
She took the surprised girl's elbow and led her into the bathroom. Phyllis's hair still clung wetly to her head. Karen motioned her into the shower stall, and she shrugged with a little smile as she stepped into the cubicle. Talcing a deep breath, she turned the water on, and the spray washed over her.
Karen watched the water haze up from the girl's body, and slide over her bared flesh. The bikini began to absorb the moisture and clung to the rounded apples of the girl's tits, and to the lush rise of her cunny. Karen motioned for her to turn around, and the water moved over her back and over her tush. With the cleft of her fanny already visible, the triangle began to ease down from the top of her anal cleavage as it grew heavy with water, and the fabric clung to the plump pillows of flesh.
Karen smiled as she looked at the girl's back. The water splattered out against the georgette of her nightgown, and it clung transparently to her thighs.
"Yes, that's it," Karen nodded, and the girl turned the water off.
Phyllis started to reach for a towel, but Karen motioned for her to follow her back into the bedroom. At the mirror, Karen smiled to herself as she glanced out the window. Across the courtyard, a lamp just illuminated Ben. The boy was leaning back against the pillows on his bed, his hand stroking his tool. Having given up on seeing any more of Karen, he was stretched out with his eyes closed.
"Have a look," Karen said with a motion ' toward the mirror, and she stepped to the side.
The girl came to a halt before the full-length mirror, and she stared with amazement. The triangles of the bikini top clung like a second skin to the insides of her tits, and her aureolas made dark shadows around the hard nudges of her nipples. The front panel of the bottoms reached up to the middle of her abdomen, and the strings rose to her hips. The shallows at the outsides of her cunt were exposed, and auburn ringlets showed there. Wet, the cloth molded to the rich cheeks of her mound and accented her slit. She blushed deeply.
"And the back," Karen said, and turned the girl at an angle so that she could look back over her shoulder to see the outer halves of her fanny and the top of the cleavage.
"I-I might as well be naked," Phyllis stammered.
"Why not? You've got a beautiful body," Karen said softly.
"M-me?" the girl asked with astonishment, and looked up into Karen's eyes.
"Just look in the mirror," Karen smiled, and the girl did so. "You should be proud of your body."
Stunned, the girl moved her eyes over her reflection, and then she noticed how Karen's damp gown was clinging to her beautifully shaped legs so that they were clearly revealed, as was one long, tapering nipple. The carnation-pink nipple was just a shade of two darker than Phyllis' own nipples.
"It could use a little adjusting though," Karen mused, and reached out to catch the base corners of the top's triangles.
Phyllis looked down as the long fingers pushed the fabric toward the center of her swollen tits, and narrowed the span of the covering. The girl swallowed hard as the woman's delicate touch shifted against her breasts until the cloth just covered her aureolas. Phyllis felt dizzy, and she swayed slightly as Karen lowered her hands.
"Ah, and these little dears," Karen smiled, and her fingertips began to press the loose curls of Phyllis' muff under the cloth. "That's an advantage I've got with the way my hair grows," Karen said, and the girl looked down to see the shadow of Karen's feathering of dark hair beneath the gown.
Phyllis' eyelids lowered as the woman's fingertips caressed the outsides of her mound, and she felt her heart pounding.
"Too bad you can't wear it outside," Karen said sadly, "but maybe sometime when you're swimming late at night...?"
As she spoke, Karen turned her eyes to Ben's window. He was shifting from side to side on his bed as he continued his masturbation. She adjusted the strings of the bottoms and caused Phyllis to turn toward the window. Then she turned and moved back to the bathroom.
Phyllis took a deep breath in an effort to clear her head, and she forced her eyes open. The golden eyes widened as they focused, and she stared open-mouthed at the sight of her brother sliding his hand up and down his cock. She looked around abruptly and saw that Karen was in the bathroom.
Despite herself, she looked back toward Ben's window. She stared with amazement at his tool. It was both longer and thicker than Ted's, though Ben was several years Ted's junior. Her cunny flexed beneath the damp cling of the bikini, and her breathing again grew shallow.
"Let's get this off, and get you dried before you catch cold," Karen said, and Phyllis started.
Karen held a large towel in one hand as she began to unfasten the top with the other. Phyllis started to say something, but she did not want to attract the woman's attention to the sight of Ben jerking off, or to let it be known that she had been watching him. Behind Phyllis, and to one side, Karen was not facing directly toward the boy's window, and so Phyllis remained where she was, and kept silent.
The strings of the top came free, and Karen peeled the wet triangles away from the girl's tits. The aureolas were tightened from the moisture, and the erect nipples were very hard. Karen began to slide the towel over Phyllis's shoulders.
Ben's fist pushed up his shaft, forcing the flesh toward his knob, and then it pulled back down the length. Phyllis's eyes moved over his faintly-lit form, and she saw for the first time that his swimming had left him lithely muscled. Now, the muscles stood out in relief as his heavy breathing lifted his chest above the flat hardness of his belly.
Karen's hand moved the cloth over the tops of the girl's tits, and then she gently cupped each of the firm spheres. Phyllis's breath caught as the woman's hands caressed her through the towel, and as the center's of her palms pressed to the burning of her nipples.
Ben's head pushed back against his pillows, and his heels dug down into the bed. His features were strained as he continued to slowly stroke his big rod. His other hand rubbed between his balls to work his root.
Karen's eyes flicked from the brother to the sister as she continued rubbing the girl's tits, and her other hand freed the strings of the bikini bottoms. Her body slid down against the girl's as she lowered herself to her knees. Phyllis's eyes were glazed. Karen's hand moved over her tightened belly, and her other hand began to peel the bottoms away from her pert fanny and away from the throbbing of her snatch.
Ben's lips pulled back from his clenched teeth, and he twisted from side to side as his rapture mounted. The veins stood out on his hands and forearms as he pulled at his cock and kneaded his root.
With only the damp towel between, Karen moved her hand over Phyllis's round ass cheeks and down along their cleavage. The damp flesh quivered at the movement, and the girl tightened her buttocks. Phyllis could feel Karen's warm breath against her hip and could feel her thinly garbed body shifting against her leg. Her eyes remained on her brother, and she moistened her dry lips as she fought to keep her legs from buckling. Karen's hand moved between her thighs.
Ben was groaning as he prolonged his excitement. His tool was reddened by the steady up-and-down movement of his hand.
Phyllis trembled as she felt Karen's wrist turn against the insides of her thighs, and then the woman was pressing the towel against her cunny. Her lids almost closed as Karen's knowing touch pressed against the nest of soft, damp ringlets, and against the girl's slit.
Phyllis saw her brother straining to keep from coming. Karen's tapered fingers touched against the top of her slit as the heel of her hand stroked her cleave. Her clit was pulsing madly beneath the press of the woman's fingers.
Ben's mouth stretched wide, and his body arched up from between shoulders and feet. Karen's clit blazed under Karen's touch as she watched her brother's prod jerk in his grip. Her breath caught as his thick spend shot up into the air, and her clit seemed to implode and explode with electric energy.
The girl was unaware of gasping with ecstasy, or of leaning back against Karen. Her eyes were closed to the sensations of bliss flooding through her.
After several moments, Phyllis opened her eyes. Swaying, she saw that Ben was lying limply on his bed. Her head clearing, she looked around. Karen smiled pleasantly at her as if nothing had happened. The damp nightgown clung to the front of her body, and the beauty of her body was as visible to Phyllis' eyes as the girl's naked body was to Karen's eyes.
"I-I should...." Phyllis murmured as she tried to sort out her emotions. "It's getting late."
"Yes," Karen said softly with a nod, and she continued to look into the girl's eyes.
"I should ... get dressed," Phyllis said with a catch in her voice, and Karen said nothing.
Phyllis knew that she had come as Karen had rubbed her slit, and as she had watched her brother jerk off. Now, she was standing naked before the woman, and she felt totally confused. She was uncertain if Karen was aware of what had happened, and if the woman desired her as much as she. She could not complete the thought and admit to her desire for Karen.
"Yes, get dressed," Phyllis muttered, and she forced her eyes toward the woman's bed.
She moved across the room and slipped into her bikini. She felt certain that Karen was watching her dress in the not too-concealing swimsuit.
"I-I'll see you in the morning," she said quickly, and she opened the door.
"Sweet dreams," Karen said, and the tenderness in her voice almost caused Phyllis to run back to her so that she could hug her. Instead, she went out, closing the door behind her.
Across the courtyard, Ben cleaned his come from himself. He wondered if he had actually seen his sister naked with a near-naked Karen, or if he had been dreaming in a half-sleep. Finished, he looked across at Karen's window and saw that her light was now out. Satiated from his orgasm, he went to bed with the hope of dreaming of her and Phyllis.
In Ben's parents' bedroom, Laura was sleeping with a smile on her face as she dreamed of Karen oiling her body by the pool. Jim was relieved to find his wife asleep, and he slipped his come-stained trousers into his briefcase. Getting into bed, he wondered about the excitement he had felt at spanking the long-legged maid. He did not think about having watched his daughter as he came. Gradually, his eyes closed, and he fell asleep.
In her room, Phyllis fought with her feelings of guilt over being with Karen and watching her brother, and climaxing. She wondered if Karen felt any desire for her. As she fell asleep, she remembered Ben's strong young body shaking with his orgasm, and how his come had spewed up from his big cock.
As the Torrances thought and dreamed of her, and the arousal she had inspired in them, Karen was sleeping with an innocent girl's smile upon her lips. She had already thought about what she might do the following day.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next day, Laura again stretched out to sunbathe by the pool. After two drinks, she found herself able to request an oiling by her maid. Repressing a smile of satisfaction, Karen had covered her palms with oil. Then, as she knelt down, Laura abruptly rolled over onto her back in a last minute decision that did not give her an opportunity to talk herself out of it.
Sipping her drink, the woman had trembled as her servant's expert hands had massaged the oil into her warm flesh, and she had mumbled agreement when asked if she planned to remove her top. She had brought out a jar of cold cream, and Karen's fingers had worked it into the wide pegs of the woman's nipples after oiling the large tits. Laura's eyes had lidded, and her breath had become ragged.
"And the bottoms, ma'am?" Karen had asked as she kneaded the dusky tan nubs.
"I-I...." Laura had begun in a hoarse whisper, but she had been unable to go that far.
From the kitchen door, Ben had watched them without being seen. His cock hard, he had watched Karen coat his mother's naked flesh, and had been disappointed when she had not let Karen remove the bottoms.
Now Laura stood in her large bathroom. Tipsy, she had been helped there by Karen, who was now filling the tub for her.
Karen knelt by the tub as she added scents to the warm water, and Laura watched the way the short skirt bobbed at the base of Karen's lush fanny.
"There we are," Karen smiled as she turned from the waist to look up at Laura, and the woman stared down at her with eyes made glassy by both liquor and unadmitted desire.
"Would you ... help me?" Laura asked in a just audible voice.
"Of course, ma'am," Karen nodded, and she turned on her knees to face Laura. "We'll just get these, and...." she said as she reached out to slide the bikini bottoms off the woman's oiled hips.
Karen's face was right in front of Laura's wide bush, and she could detect the woman's scent. She slipped the bottoms down Laura's legs, and Laura rested one hand on her shoulder for balance as she raised one foot, and then the other. As she did so, she leaned forward off the balls of each foot, and she felt Karen's breath stir the honey-blond curlings of her muff. Her hand tightened atop Karen's silk-covered shoulder.
Karen touched her hands to Laura's full hips to balance the woman, and she slowly stood so that her body brushed against the woman's naked body. They stood toe to toe, and she looked into Laura's blue eyes. Laura tried to speak, but could not make herself voice her desires.
"Now, let's get you ... into the tub," Karen said, and she guided Laura to it.
She held Laura's hips as the woman stepped into the water, and she helped her sit down. Laura looked up at her, and it was clear that she wanted Karen to take the initiative in making love. Instead, Karen knelt down and began to soap a wash cloth.
Laura's eyes began to close as Karen moved the soapy cloth over her shoulders and down toward the firm globes of her tits. The big breasts rose and fell in the water as Karen slid the cloth over them and back and forth across the erect nipples.
"Oh, I'm getting my uniform wet," Karen said, and Laura parted her eyelids to see Karen's damp sleeve. "Would you mind terribly if I took it off?" Karen asked.
"N-no," Laura said with an eager tone, and her eyes opened fully as Karen stood up.
The sound of the zipper opening seemed very distinct to Laura's ears, and she watched her maid remove the uniform. Her eyes moved up the statuesque legs to Karen's tiny panties, and then up to the matching bra. Karen turned to hang the uniform on the door, and Laura watched the exquisite ass cheeks shift beneath the nylon.
Karen knelt back down, and she began to bathe Laura's belly. Laura's fanny shifted against the tub as Karen's hand moved to the top of her soaked muff. Her lips parted as Karen lifted her hand from the water. Resoaping the cloth, Karen raised up to sit on the edge of the tub, and Laura looked at the long legs as Karen stretched them out. There was a squeak as the top of one thigh turned against the tub, and Karen stretched out to lift one of Laura's feet from the water.
The contours of Karen's belly were accented as she washed Laura's shapely leg. The water splattered into the tub and against Karen's chest. Laura watched the bra grow transparent as Karen's hands moved up her thigh. The woman's hands gripped the side of the tub as the soft wash cloth moved nearer and nearer her cunt and ass. Karen let go of the leg, and it dropped back into the tub, which caused water" to splash up over Karen's hip and over the crotch of her panties. She lifted Laura's other leg, and the pink of the woman's slit winked from amidst the soft curlings of her muff.
Laura was murmuring with arousal as Karen's hands again approached her loins. Karen's underwear clung transparently to her breasts and cunny, and it looked as if they were merely untanned areas. Laura realized that Karen's tan was, in fact, uninterrupted.
Karen moved the cloth up alongside Laura's cunt and over the ringlets before stopping just short of her slit. Laura let out a little groan. Karen lifted one of the firm thighs and began to wash Laura's ass cheeks. Laura gasped as Karen worked the cloth between her buttocks and against her anus. Slowly, Karen worked the cloth upward to the base of Laura's ass, and she stopped just before touching the base of the woman's cunt. Laura's aristocratic features were strained with feverish desire. Her eyes moved along Karen's gorgeous legs to the transparency of her panties, and the ebony mound beneath them. She swallowed hard in an effort to force herself to speak.
"I-I...." Laura stammered, and Karen turned her clear emerald eyes to Laura's glazed eyes.
"Yes, is there something else I can do for you, ma'am?" Karen asked in a purring whisper.
Before Laura could again speak, there was a light knock at the door, and they looked toward it. Phyllis stepped into the room.
"You said I should remind you about the roast, Karen?" Phyllis said, and her voice slowed as she saw the transparency of Karen's underwear and saw her mother naked.
"Oh, thanks," Karen said as she stood up, and Laura looked at her with desperate longing. "Would you mind getting your mom's back and arms for her?" she asked, and placed the wash cloth in the girl's hand.
"Uh, sure," Phyllis said with a puzzled expression, and she and Laura watched Karen strip off the soaked bra and panties so that she could dry herself off.
Karen put her uniform back on and left the room with her underwear in her hand. Realizing that Karen was naked beneath the black silk, the mother and daughter stared at the door for a moment before Phyllis turned toward the tub. Thunder rumbled off in the distance.
"Y-your back?" Phyllis asked nervously as she looked down at her naked mother, and she realized how humid the weather had become.
"No, no that's alright," Laura mumbled, and she tried to stand.
Karen caught her arm as Laura almost fell.
"Need to dry off," Laura muttered as she leaned against the girl, and her tit rubbed against Phyllis's bare forearm as she stepped out of the tub. "I...." she began as she reached for the towel, but she dropped it, and her words trailed off.
Phyllis leaned down to lift the towel, and she began to move it over her mother's shoulders. Laura leaned against the wall, and her eyes began to close as her daughter moved the towel over her back and shoulders. Phyllis looked down at her mother's rich ass cheeks, and her breathing deepened as she debated. Bracing herself, she moved the towel over Laura's fanny, and Laura smiled at the sensations. Apparently forgetting who was drying her, Laura turned to lean her shoulders against the wall and presented the front of her lush, naked body to the girl.
Phyllis chewed the inside of her lip, and then she began to move the towel over her beautiful mother's body. She felt the firm weights of the tits shift beneath the press of the towel, and she started as Laura murmured with undisguised pleasure. Phyllis looked down as her hand moved down the woman's body, and she closed her eyes as she cupped the towel against Laura's hot cunt. Laura groaned, and her hips arched toward the girl, and her cunt twisted against her daughter's hand.
Phyllis pressed her free hand over her tits in an effort to ease the aching filling them, and the top button of her blouse came open. She stared at Laura's face, and the woman suddenly tensed. A ripple went through Laura's body as she came, and her hands reached out to grasp Phyllis's arms. She gasped as she reached her climax, and she sagged back against the wall.
Laura slid down against the wall till she sat on the floor, and Phyllis stared down at her naked body. Her slit was damp with her juices, and Phyllis could feel the wetness of her own slit. Unable to deal with the feelings of desire filling her, the girl turned and left the room.
After a few minutes, Laura's eyes opened, and she looked around. She frowned as she tried to remember exactly what had happened, and she pushed herself up to her feet so that she could go into her room. There, she stretched out on the bed, and fell asleep.
The thunder deepened throughout the afternoon, and the air grew heavy with humidity. In her room, Phyllis tried to understand her desire for Karen and the incident with her mother. When she awoke, Laura recalled what had happened, and she was astonished at her behavior. She wondered how she could face either Karen or Phyllis and look them in the eye after letting the maid bathe her, and after climaxing against her own daughter's hand.
At dusk, Ben stood at his window watching Phyllis get dressed for a date. She already had her panties on when she moved into his line of vision but was otherwise naked. As he rubbed his cock through his slacks he wondered if Phyllis and Ted were sleeping together, though he doubted it.
"Did L leave my dust mop in here?" Karen asked from behind him, and he whirled around to see her approaching him from the now-closed doorway.
"I, uh, haven't seen it," he mumbled as she looked past him and toward Phyllis's window.
"Oh, you can see into her room-as well as into mine," she said with a smile, and he looked at her with surprise as he wondered if she knew he had watched her.
She did not look at him, and he followed her gaze to Phyllis, and they both watched her slip into her bra. She continued dressing without being aware that two sets of eyes were watching her.
Phyllis left her room, and Ben turned to speak to Karen, but she had left. He looked down at his crotch and saw how apparent his erection was.
As she waited for Ted to arrive, Phyllis again thought about coming when Karen had dried her off. Having had Laura come against her own drying hand, she had little doubt that Karen could have been unaware of her reaction. Still, she realized that Karen might have been as innocent as she had been in her intentions with Laura. Then, as Ted's car pulled up, she also recalled how much longer and thicker Ben's cock was than Ted's.
Hearing Ted's car pull away, Ben stepped into the courtyard and carefully made his way toward his parents' window. He smiled as he recalled watching Karen oil his mother's bare breasts and rub cream into her hardened nipples. He crouched down and looked in as his mother and father moved beneath the covers. His hand moved over his hardened tool, and he pulled it free of his pants.
He smiled as he saw that his parents were showing more passion than usual. With storm clouds covering the moon, he could just make out their forms. Then he started as a shadow moved in front of him, and he looked up to see Karen standing naked beside him.
She touched her fingertips to his lips before he could speak, and her other hand curled around his engorged prod as she sat down beside him. He looked at her with an expression of delirious happiness, and his eyes closed to the sensations in his prick created by the touch of her fingers.
Karen's hand lowered from his lips to take his hand, and she moved it to the fine, silky hair of her plume. He inhaled deeply as he felt her damp slit, and he curled his fingers up into the hot crevice.
He looked at her, and she smiled at him.
Suddenly, he felt totally relaxed with her, and they both looked toward his parents' window. Inside, the shadowy forms moved beneath the covers.
Ben felt Karen's nook grow damper around his fingers as she guided his hand to subtly instruct him in how to produce pleasure with his touch. He inhaled deeply as her other hand expertly caressed his throbbing shaft, and waves of delicious pleasure went through him. Lightning forked the sky, and he looked down to see their hands and loins clearly illuminated. He did not care if they were seen. His mind was swimming in carnal raptures.
He felt her long clit against his fingertips, and he followed her lead in gently stroking it. She smiled with pleasure, and her vaginal muscles flexed against his hand. He groaned from deep in his chest. His shoulders pushed back, and his face lifted toward the storm. His prod jerked in the caressing grip of her hand, and her cunt spasmed against his hand. They both gasped, and his spend shot up into the air. Lightning flashed, and the globules of come glowed as they arched toward the grass.
They lay back as they gasped for air, and the boy smiled at the feel of her warm, naked body against him.
At that moment, Ted's hand was gripping the back of Phyllis's head to hold her face against his crotch. He had pushed her hand away from his naked member and had shoved it into her mouth. He groaned as he thrust in and out of her mouth, and his hold loosened as his spend began to break free.
Phyllis pushed up from him, and his rod left her mouth as he came. His juices splattered over her face before she could move aside.
She leaned against her door and wiped at her face in an effort to remove the sticky fluid. Droplets gleamed like pearls in her auburn hair.
"Hey, I didn't mean to...." Ted muttered after his head had cleared, and he reached out to touch her shoulder.
"Take me home," she said, and he started as she turned icy cold eyes on him.
He nodded slowly and put his prick back in his pants.
Back in the courtyard of her home, her brother was pushing up onto one elbow to look at Karen. With just a remaining trace of uncertainty, he lowered his mouth to hers, and the uncertainty dissolved as he felt her soft lips open against his. Her long, pointed tongue glided into his mouth, and he murmured as it caressed his. His hand cupped her breast as both of hers moved up his back to raise the T-shirt.
He embraced her tightly as their tongues swam together. Then her eyes opened wide, and she pulled her head back. She was grinning.
"Ah, the virtues of youth," she beamed as she felt him already going hard again.
Karen rolled them over onto their sides, and she slipped his T-shirt off. He looked at her with sheer joy as she sat up and stripped his pants off him. Now they were both naked. Lightning flashed over them as they embraced amidst the flowers and greenery of the garden.
He shifted against her and savored the feeling of her soft flesh against his. She felt his hard cock against her belly, and the full head rubbed against her navel as the dorsal vein stroked her abdomen. She moved her hands down to grasp his buttocks, and she rolled her hips from side to side as she rubbed her moist snatch against his balls.
Their-mouths pressed together again, and his tongue glided over the insides of her cheeks, between them and her teeth, and then over her tongue. His hands spread over the soft rises of her tits, and he rubbed his palms against the hard pegs of her nipples.
Her exquisite legs parted, and he felt the insides of her thighs against his hips as she raised her knees. He lowered his mouth to one pink nipple, and he sucked it between his lips. She murmured as his tongue flowed over the burning peg, and she pressed the heels of her feet against the juncture of his thighs and buttocks.
He widened his mouth to draw her succulent tit inside. Her belly tightened and loosened against his engorged prod, and her hot slit rubbed over his swollen nuts. He moved his hands over the silken softness of her flesh, and he groaned as her heels shifted against the base of his root.
Her hands kneaded his boyish ass cheeks and pulled him even harder against the roll of her hips. He raised his face, and she sighed as her nipple came loose of his pursed lips.
"Now, Ben," she murmured. "Now."
His breathing was ragged as he looked into her emerald eyes, and their eyes were glassy with arousal. He felt her hands and feet stop pressing against him, and he lifted his hips.
"Oh, yes, yes-s-s," she whispered as she felt the velvet texture of his knob slide down her belly.
Leaning on one elbow, he caressed her breast as he looked down between them. Thunder rumbled deeply as his cock's head slid into the damp featherings of her hair, and then he felt the hot wetness of her slit kiss him. Her hands tightened against his shoulders as she felt him sliding into her. She pressed her mouth hungrily to his, and her tongue probed deep in his mouth as he began to move his shaft up into her depths.
His fingers dug into the ground as he felt her snatch tighten and loosen around his rod, and he arched his hips against hers to press the fine curlings of his pubic hair against the split feather of hers. His balls slapped against the base of her fanny, and the heels of her feet again pressed down against the base of his.
"Ah, yeah-h-h," she moaned as she felt his knob rub over her cervix, and she tightened her cunt around his thick length. "Right," she gasped as he thrust his hips upward and caused the base of his trunk to rub over her enflamed clit.
He thrust down and pulled up to bob his prod within the tight heat of her snatch. She turned her hips, and he felt the soft dampness turning around the pulsing hardness of his flesh. His elbows pressed into the ground as his hands cupped the outsides of her wide breasts, and he pressed them together as his mouth moved over them and her stiffened nipples.
"Um, you know, you know," she gasped as her body twisted up against his. "A natural-a natural talent for-for fuckin'-fuckin' great ... great," she said with a strained voice that caressed his ear.
Her feet twisted against the base of his ass to work down against his root, and her hands returned to clutch his ass. Her hips thrust against his thrusts as they twisted her cunt around the downward probings of his cock.
Her clit flamed against the steady rhythm of his shaft, and she groaned as a sudden orgasm flashed from it to send ecstasies swarming throughout her body.
His features tightened as he felt her depths convulsing against his head and around his shaft. The realization that he had inspired her to orgasm inspired him to greater efforts, and he began to move his prod with a faster rhythm as he kissed her face. She gasped for breath as his lips moved over her passion-tinged features. His hands moved down her slender waist to the fullness of her hips, and he moved her body against his. Her head pressed back against the grass, and lightning highlighted her hair in dark blues. Her hands clutched at him, and she moved feverishly with him as he rolled them over.
"Oh, for the love of...." she moaned as his hands pressed her down atop the thrustings of his cock.
Leaning forward from the waist, she gripped his chest as she sat atop the bucking saddle of his hips. She rubbed her thumbs over his pale nipples, and her long legs pressed in against the sides of his hips and thighs. His hands moved over her hips and belly, and he raised his face to her tits. She slid one hand around to cup the back of his head, and she curled her fingers in his hair as he sucked at her nipples. His hand moved to the twisting juncture of their loins, and his fingertips curled into the top of her slit. She gasped as he rubbed her clit down against the thrustings of his shaft, and she swayed drunkenly atop the rise and fall of his tool.
"I-I can't...." she gasped as she came again, and she leaned back from the waist.
His hands caught her waist, and he lowered her head back toward the grass. He raised up as his legs curled back, and then he was kneeling with his calves alongside his thighs. The crown of her head touched the ground, and her body was arched between it and her hips, which were bouncing atop the buckings of his hips. His cock began to pull back from her drenched cleave, and then jam back up into the hot pinkness.
His hold on her waist loosened, and her head slid back till her shoulders were against the ground. His hands dropped to the ground on either side of her, and his legs straightened. Again atop her, he gasped as he came nearer and nearer his climax. His shoulders were bunched, and perspiration gleamed from his forehead.
The thunder boomed out again and again, and the white light of the lightning flooded over their twisting bodies. Her hands gripped at his back as her elbows pressed against her sides. Her eyes were screwed shut as raptures engulfed her mind and body. He groaned breathlessly as his body tremored. The pleasures keep increasing, and his mouth widened to a silent cry. His fingers dug deeply into the ground as his arms straightened, and his face lifted.
His cock jerked within the contractions of her cunt, and she shook madly against him. His eyes opened sightlessly as his come broke free, and his climax soared toward its apex. Her climax erupted, and her depths shuddered around the geysering of his prick. He trembled as his come gushed into her depths, and the white light of the storm seemed to flood his brain.
They trembled as they held at the peak of their climax, and then the tension went out of their muscles. They dropped to the grass in one another's arms and could only hear the sounds of their breathing and of their pounding hearts.
Truly spent, neither could muster the energy to open their eyes or to do more than move their fingertips against one another and shift their lips. Bliss showed in their drunken smiles.
Rain drops splattered against the car windows as Ted drove toward Phyllis's house. He turned on the windshield wipers and looked over at her.
"W-would you like to wipe your face off with...." he began, but she ignored him.
He looked back to the road with a mixture of regret and fear that she might tell her parents.
He turned into her driveway, and they approached the house. Only the kitchen light was on, and he looked relieved.
"Phyllis, I'm sorry about...." he began as he stopped, but she got out, and the door closed behind her.
She did not look around as he drove off but stood there, letting the rain wash his spunk from her face. Her blouse began to cling wetly to her, and she moved toward the front door.
Inside, she silently closed the door and looked toward the living room. There was a fire going in the big fireplace.
"Have a good time?" Karen asked, and Phyllis looked toward the kitchen door.
Karen was dressed in her full-length, translucent nightgown, and the kitchen light out-lined her body against the georgette. She walked forward, and Phyllis saw that she was carrying a coffee cup. The firelight danced over them, and the nightgown was but a thin veil over the beauty of Karen's body.
"Say, you got wet, didn't you?" Karen said, and she touched one of the drops of water clinging to the girl's face. "Here, this'll warm you up," she said as she offered the coffee cup, and Phyllis took it. "A little Irish coffee," she smiled, and she turned back toward the kitchen. "Sit down, and I'll get a towel for you," she said, and Phyllis watched the woman's veiled body once again become a silhouette.
Slowly, Phyllis sat back down on the big couch. She stared into the fire and began to sip the brandy-laced coffee.
CHAPTER SIX
Leaning her head back against the couch, Phyllis listened to the sounds of the fire as she tried to calm herself. She was deeply upset and hurt by Ted's force and by his uncaring manner which had allowed him to shoot off in her face, and which had shown no concern for easing her arousal. She turned her head as she heard soft music mingle with the crackling of the logs, and she saw that Karen had turned the FM stereo on.
Without raising her head, Phyllis watched Karen walk toward her. She carried another coffee cup and a heavy towel.
"Let's get those shoes off first," Karen said as she set her cup down, and she lowered herself to one knee at the side of the girl's calves.
Phyllis watched her lift one foot and then .the other to remove the damp shoes, and then Karen began to towel the moisture from her legs. Phyllis's tits pressed against her damp blouse as her breathing deepened, and the cloth clung transparently above her bra. Karen's hands moved the soft pile of the towel up and down between the girl's ankles and knees, and Phyllis's eyelids became heavy. She took a sip of the Irish coffee.
"There," Karen smiled, and she lifted herself to the couch in a single, fluid movement. "Now, for your hair," she said, and reached out to fluff the girl's hair. "What'd you get in your hair?" she asked, and Phyllis's eyes snapped open as she realized Karen had detected Ted's jism.
"Uh, it's...." Phyllis began searchingly as she sat forward, but she could not think of a he.
'Is it Ted's come?" Karen asked with a gentle tone, and the girl blushed as she looked into Karen's eyes.
"Y-yes," Phyllis nodded, and she lowered her head.
"Not too tidy, is he?"
"No," Phyllis said with a small, sad laugh of surprise. "No, he isn't."
"I'm sorry," Karen said, and she pressed her hand to the girl's forearm. "It's none of my business."
"No, it's okay," Phyllis said, and she leaned back against the plush couch. "I shouldn't have gone out with him again after ... after last time."
"Last time?" Karen asked as she lifted her own cup, and they both sipped their drinks.
"He-he was going to masturbate in front of me 'cause I wouldn't ... and so I-I did it for him," Phyllis said, and she closed her lids over her moist eyes.
"And what did he do-for you?" Karen asked as she touched the towel to the girl's hair.
"For me?" Phyllis asked with a puzzled expression, and she turned her face toward Karen.
"Weren't you turned on too?"
"Me?" Phyllis gulped as a wave of guilt went through her, but she caught herself, and she slowly nodded.
"Didn't he offer to help you get off too?"
"No," Phyllis said in a very small voice.
"Not then, or tonight?"
"No."
"Are you going out with him again?" Karen asked as she sat back, and she curled her legs up on the couch.
"No, thank heavens," Karen assured her with a smile.
"Thank heavens," Phyllis nodded with a little smile, and she leaned her head back again after taking another sip of the coffee.
They sat watching the fire. The rain was making a steady but soft rattle against the windows that meshed with the crackle of the fire and the rhythms of the music. Phyllis looked down at the cling of her blouse to her chest, and she pulled the damp cloth out from herself.
"Did get a little wet, didn't I?"
"Yeah," Karen nodded. "Want to move closer to the fire, or lay it out in front of it?" she asked, and reached over to feel the hem of the girl's skirt. "This is pretty damp too."
"Both," Phyllis said after a moment as she fingered the top button of her blouse, and she slipped it free.
Karen stood up and offered her hand to help Phyllis up. The girl took it, and they stood facing one another.
"You don't think it's me, do you, Karen?"
"What's that?" Karen asked.
"That-that made Ted treat me that way," the girl said,, and her concern was apparent in the sadness of her golden eyes.
"You don't affect me that way, no," Karen said. "But, sometimes, we're feeling down on ourselves, and we let it show without realizing it, and ... some people take that as an invitation to punish us. Like I said, though, I don't get that impression from you."
"Is that why...?" Phyllis began, but she could not bring herself to voice the question. "Yes?" Karen asked.
"N-nothing," Phyllis shrugged, and they moved toward the large fireplace.
The firelight moved over them and gave their flesh an amber caste. Phyllis began to open the rest of her blouse's buttons, and Karen slipped the cup from her hand. They smiled at one another as the girl drew the blouse down from the waistband of her skirt. The cups of her bra were edged with lace.
Karen set their cups down on the thick, burgundy carpet, and she moved the towel over the girl's shoulders as Phyllis unbuttoned her skirt.
Phyllis slid the zipper down and let the skirt drop to the floor. Karen moved the towel over her back and then up and down her arms. The girl continued to look into the fire, and she sank down to the carpet when Karen had finished.
They sat down next to one another with their legs curled next to them, and they sipped their drinks.
"Maybe you were right,' Phyllis said thoughtfully, and Karen looked at her for an explanation, but without any impatience. "About me being down on myself, and him picking up on it. I felt guilty about even being parked with him, and about ... about being aroused," she confessed.
"Why?" Karen asked, and she watched the firelight play in the auburn hair veiling the girl's lowered face.
"Mom and Dad, they-they've always said ... acted as if...." she said in a frustrated effort to speak clearly. "Karen?"
"Yes?"
"Yesterday, when you had me remind you about the roast?"
"Yes?"
"Mom-when I was drying her, she ... when my hand was-was between her legs, she had an orgasm," she said, forcing the words out, and she turned to look at Karen.
"She'd had a bit to drink," Karen offered.
"Yeah, but ... the other night when-when you were drying me off...."
"You had an orgasm too," Karen finished for her.
"You knew," Phyllis said with a bit of surprise at having her suspicions confirmed without any evasion.
"Of course," Karen nodded with a little smile.
"A while ago, you said ... I didn't affect you like I apparently affect Ted. Did you-did you mean for me to have an orgasm?"
"Yes," Karen nodded after a moment's pause. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?"
"Yes. It-it was the first time I ... that some one...." she faltered and looked back toward the fire with a blush.
"That's quite an honor," Karen said, and it was clear that she was moved by the fact.
"Thank you," Phyllis said, and she turned damp eyes toward Karen.
The rain drummed lightly as a Chopin concerto played softly from the stereo. The logs crackled amidst the licking flames. Phyllis lowered her eyes, and she watched the dancing light shift over Karen's body beneath the translucence of the nightgown.
Karen lay back on the carpet, and she stretched her long legs out. Phyllis's eyes moved up her body, and emerald eyes again met golden eyes. Their breasts rose and fell with their deepened breathing.
Phyllis set her cup aside, and Karen watched her reach around behind her to unsnap her bra. The shoulder straps slipped over her shoulders, and the lacy cups dropped from her rounded breasts. Karen lay the bra aside, and she rose up onto her knees.
Karen's eyes did not leave the girl's as Phyllis pushed her panties down to the middle of her thighs. Phyllis sat back down, and she drew the garment down her calves and off. The firelight gleamed in her auburn fur and highlighted the contours of her body.
"I ... I don't want to be a jerk," she whispered in a near-whisper. "I don't want to receive pleasure without ... without giving it," she said, and she touched her hand to the hem of Karen's nightgown.
"I said you were beautiful," Karen said. "In more ways than just looks," she said as the girl moved the gown up along her legs, and she lifted her hips so that it could be moved under her lush fanny.
"Not-not nearly as beautiful as you," Phyllis said as she looked at Karen, and her hand held the bunched gown against the top of Karen's pliant belly.
"Oh, at least as beautiful," Karen said, and she smiled.
Phyllis smiled too, and she stretched out beside Karen, who raised a hand to stroke the spill of the girl's hair. Phyllis turned her face, and she softly kissed the palm of Karen's hand as her eyes closed. Karen inhaled deeply, and she touched the fingertips of her other hand to Phyllis's jaw so that she could guide the girl's face toward her own. Their heavily-lidded eyes held for a moment as their nostrils flared with their impassioned breathing, and their lips brushed together.
Their mouths opened, and they tasted one another's mouths with their tongues. Karen's fingers pushed Phyllis's hair back from her face, and her palms shifted against the girl's ears. Phyllis cupped one hand to Karen's slender waist, and she slid the other beneath the gown to caress one of the wide breasts. "Karen felt the girl's breasts shift against her as their kiss deepened, and they murmured with pleasure.
Phyllis's hand followed the curve of Karen's waist into her hip, and her fingers caressed the side of one plush ass cheek. Their lips parted, and vertigo clouded their vision as they looked at one another. The girl pushed the nightgown up from the rises of Karen's breasts, and she touched her lips to one long nipple as her hand moved down the outside of Karen's thigh and then back up the inside.
Karen stroked the girl's hair with one hand and cupped one plump breast with the other. The girl's hand caressed the inside of her thigh, and Phyllis began to suck Karen's burning nipple into her mouth. Karen moved her hand down Phyllis's back, and she pressed the girl tighter against her. Then she pressed her head back. Phyllis's fingers curved to the rich mound of Karen's cunny, and the center finger began to shift against her furrow.
"Oh yes, darling, yes," Karen whispered, and she kissed the side of the girl's face as she played the ring of the girl's nipple between the tip of her thumb and the knuckle of her forefinger.
Phyllis curled her finger up into Karen's slit as she felt the woman's hands caressing her back and her breast. Karen shivered against her as her finger glided in the humid softness of Karen's nook. Phyllis raised her face, and her hot breath moved over Karen's breast, and then downward. Karen's hips rocked from side to side as the girl's kisses moved down her belly. As the center finger flexed within the quivering of her underbelly, the other fingers stroked the outsides of Karen's mound, and the heel of the hand shifted beneath her clit.
One of Karen's long legs turned out to the side while the calf of the one closest to Phyllis turned. The girl's lips moved over Karen's taut belly as it turned, and Karen pressed her mouth to Phyllis's waist. Phyllis widened her mouth against the silky flesh, and her tongue pressed into Karen's navel.
Karen's hands moved over Phyllis's fanny and the small of her back as she turned the girl's stomach toward her mouth.
Phyllis spread one hand over Karen's buttock as she moved her lips down to the heel of her other hand. She murmured with anticipation as she felt Karen's lips touch her abdomen, and she lifted her hand from the woman's cleave. The firelight gleamed from the juices gloving the girl's hand.
Karen inhaled sharply as she felt Phyllis's face press down between her thighs, and her cunt spasmed as the girl's mouth burrowed within it. She moved her own mouth down into the russet curlings of the girl's muff, and they tasted one another's sweet flavors. Phyllis's damp hand squeezed Karen's other ass cheek, and she pulled the woman's loins against the turnings of her mouth.
Karen's tongue pressed deep into the succulent splay, and her hands glided over the girl's hips as her thumbs stroked between them and her cheeks. The moans of pleasure blended with the sounds of the fire and the rain, and they rolled from side to side in the flickering light. Their legs stretched and curled as their mouths kissed and sucked between them, and as their tongues searched out one another's pearls.
Their shadows undulated on the burgundy carpet, and their feet pressed hard against it as their arousal climbed higher. Karen ran the tip of her tongue over the node of the girl's clit, and she curled her fingers into either side of Phyllis's furrow to caress the tender lips with their insides, and to stroke the wet pinkness with her fingertips.
Phyllis gripped the full pillows of Karen's ass cheeks, and her fingers pressed into their cleavage as her thumbs worked between it and her cunny. Her toes curled against the carpet as flarings of ecstasy went through her, and her belly tightened and loosened with the contractions of her depths.
Their sweet juices gleamed from one another's faces, and their breasts rose and fell against one another's bellies as their breathing grew ragged. The girl's body twisted as she groaned into the quaking splay of Karen's sex, and Karen's hands and arms gripped the girl's thighs.
The rain flowed over the window panes, and the firelight played in ebony and auburn hair. Karen's body bucked against Phyllis's as her tongue continued to lap at the woman's long clit. Muscles tightened beneath soft flesh, and they clutched one another as their raptures soared higher and higher. They cried out into each other's cunnies as they came, and the muffled sounds of pleasure seemed to vibrate throughout their bodies.
Their hearts pounded, and their blood roared in their ears. Their writhing bodies seemed to blur together in the amber light. Then they arched against one another, and the expansions and contractions of their underbellies were coming faster and faster. Their faces showed their sensual delirium as they continued to kiss and tongue one another even as they came.
They seemed to freeze as their bodies locked, and they vibrated with the tension of their muscles. They gasped against one another's searing clits, and the contractions and expansions merged into a carnal maelstrom that swept through their minds and bodies. Their climax exploded through them and continued to reverberate long after they had collapsed together before the fire.
Karen remembered all of this vividly the next day as she stood before the girl's kneeling mother. She looked down at the waves of Laura's honey-blond hair as the woman hemmed the skirt Karen wore. They were in Laura's bedroom.
Karen had found Laura attempting to guess at the hemming and had offered to help. After a few moments' thought, Laura had accepted. She had not had anything to drink since before Karen had bathed her the previous evening.
Laura had busied herself with her sewing basket as Karen slipped out of her uniform, and she did not look around until Karen had fastened the skirt. Above the bleached khaki was only Karen's bra.
Now, Laura's hands busied themselves with pinning the fabric just below the middle of Karen's thighs. Her blouse curved out as she leaned forward, and Karen looked down into the cleavage of her big breasts. As she worked, Laura's hand unavoidably shifted against Karen's shapely thighs, and Karen noticed that her breathing had become uneven.
"It seems strange, you doing your own dressmaking," Karen observed.
"It's something to do, and I don't have to bother with someone else's schedule," Laura said as she looked up, and her eyes paused for a moment upon the flatness of Karen's belly, and then upon the tricot bra that molded to the soft spans of Karen's long-nippled breasts.
Laura looked back at the hem, and her fingers nervously maneuvered the pins as she recalled Karen kneeling beside her to rub oil into her breasts and buttocks and cold cream into her nipples, which were now aching. She closed her eyes for a second, and she could recall the feel of Karen's hands bathing her, opening her ass cheeks, and shifting against the outsides of her now-pulsating cunt.
Karen smiled as if she knew exactly what the woman was thinking about. She recalled Phyllis's taste and wondered if Laura tasted as good as her daughter did. The girl had dozed off in her arms, and Karen had soothingly stroked her hair as she looked into the girl's sleeping face before finally waking her and guiding her to her bed.
Laura's knees shifted against the floor, and she forced herself to continue with her work.
"Ow!" Karen exclaimed suddenly, and Laura looked up.
"What's wrong?" Laura asked with concern. "A pin stuck me," Karen said with a little smile. "Where?"
"Toward the front of my leg," Karen said as she leaned forward from the waist. "Are all the pins out except for the hem?"
"I thought I got them all," Laura said, and she turned the skirt up so that she could look.
Finding nothing, Laura raised the skirt higher, and two thirds of Karen's long thighs were bared to her eyes. Karen looked down Laura's back to where the woman's slacks pulled tight across her full buttocks.
"Here, let me see if I can spot it," Karen said, and she slipped the cloth from Laura's hands.
Laura watched Karen gather the cloth up inch by inch, and she watched the skirt lift higher and higher. She stared straight in front of her and saw the khaki rise past the juncture of Karen's thighs. The base of Karen's plump cunny came into view, and Laura's eyes followed the silky plume of ebony hair upward. Karen's inviting mound was right before her face. She swallowed hard. She remembered how Karen's wet panties had clung to her loins as her hands had moved over Laura's legs.
"Well, I can't find it," Karen said, and let go of the skirt. "Never mind," she said as Laura watched the fabric drop back down between her cunt and Laura's face.
Laura nodded slowly, and she forced her eyes back down to the hem. Her face was flushed as she fumbled with the pins, and she brushed a wave of honey-blond hair back from her eyes.
"There, I think that's got it," Laura said after a few minutes, and Karen noted the labored sound of her breathing as she sought to speak clearly
"Time to try it on, huh?" Karen said, and Laura looked up as she unfastened the skirt.
The cloth dropped from Karen's full hips, and she caught it as she leaned forward from the waist. She raised one beautiful leg and then the other as she stepped carefully out of the hemmed skirt. Laura raised her eyes from the ebony feathering of the lush mound as Karen held the skirt out. Their eyes met, and Karen smiled.
"Oh," Laura said, and she stood up as she took the skirt.
She looked down and unfastened her slacks. She started to turn away from Karen, but she paused. Taking a deep breath, Laura slid the zipper down and draped the skirt over her shoulder. Karen watched as the woman pushed the slacks down from her hips. She wore a pair of pastel yellow panties.
Laura wavered as she stepped out of the slacks, and Karen caught her forearm to balance her. Laura looked up at Karen and remembered almost falling when getting into the tub. Her face was flushed as she straightened, and she tossed the slacks over the back of a chair. She slipped the skirt from her shoulder. Karen wore only her bra and her stacked heels. Laura wore only her blouse, panties, and flats. Laura's hands cramped the waistband of the skirt, and then she stepped into it.
Fastening the skirt, Laura turned toward the mirrored bathroom door, and she examined the hemming. Karen stood silently watching her, totally oblivious to her near-nudity.
"Not quite even," Laura noted, and she glanced toward Karen as if expecting her to now kneel before her to work on them.
Receiving no reply, Laura moved back toward her sewing basket and Karen. She lowered herself to one knee and raised the hem with one hand as she took a pin out with the other. She was again kneeling before Karen. Keeping her face lowered, she raised her eyes to the tops of Karen's bare thighs.
"Something wrong?" Karen asked.
"Wrong?" Laura asked, and her eyes blinked as she raised them toward Karen's face.
"You seem ... a bit nervous," Karen observed. "Is it because my cunny's naked?"
"I guess so," Laura stammered, and she looked down at the hem she held.
"I was dressed while you were naked," Karen reminded her gently. "You remember, don't yon?"
"Yes," Laura said with a barely audible whisper.
"Perhaps, if you were naked now, like before ... you wouldn't feel nervous," Karen suggested.
"I...." Laura faltered. "It is warm today," she said, gasping for an excuse.
"Yes," Karen said, and her voice urged Laura to act.
The hem slipped from Laura's fingers, and she was opening the button and zipper of the skirt. The fabric whispered as it slid down around her knees. She started to try and stand, but found herself dizzy, and her knees pressed back against the floor.
"Naked," Laura said to herself, and her fingers pressed her panties down off her hips.
Karen watched the nylon move past the wide triangle of honey-blond curls and down to Laura's knees. As Laura leaned forward to lower the panties, Karen was provided with a view of her voluptuous ass, and Laura's forehead brushed against her snatch. The woman jerked back at the contact and blushed deeply.
Karen continued to look at her without reproach, and Laura's breathing steadied a bit.
"I feel ... like a student who's ... who's been bad, and's about to be caned," Laura said, and looked surprised by her own words.
"Caned for what?" Karen asked.
"For being drunk, and ... having you rub oil and cream on me ... and having you bathe me, and wanting you to ... and for coming when Phyllis ... dried me off," Laura said with damp eyes as she forced the words out.
"Do you feel you should be punished?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me to punish you?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes ... ma'am?" Laura said uncertainly, and Karen nodded. "Shall I spank you?"
"If ... if you would."
"With what?"
"That?" Laura asked after looking around, and she pointed to a wide belt. "Get it."
Laura stood, and the skirt fell around her feet. She stepped out of her panties and got the belt. She walked back to Karen and held the belt out in both hands. Karen took it and motioned with her head for Laura to again kneel before her.
"Lean forward," Karen directed, and took a step back from the woman.
Laura leaned forward off her knees, and her hair spilled around her face as she pressed the heels of her hands to the tops of her knees. Karen held the belt loosely as she stared down at the offered buttocks. A clock ticked from beside the bed. Karen lifted the belt, and it whistled as she swung it down.
"Ah!" Laura gasped as the leather slapped across the firm pillows of her backside, and her face lifted.
Laura squinted up toward Karen's dark plume, but she did not seek to shift her fanny. She saw Karen's hand go up again and the belt cut through the air. She inhaled sharply through clenched teeth as the leather again met the lightly tanned flesh of her rear, and her hands tightened against her legs.
"Oh...." Laura groaned as the belt blurred back down to again slap against her.
Her ass cheeks quivered as the belt smacked down against them, and the flesh began to grow pink. Her hands slipped off her knees to the floor. The belt stung her flanks, and then there was silence. Slowly, she raised her head questioningly.
"Well finish later," Karen told her, "but, first, what else do you want?"
"Spit it out! You started to say before that you'd wanted me to ... what?"
"To ... to make love to me," Laura confessed, and she lowered her face.
"To you?"
"But now I-I want to make love to you, to-to kiss you...." Laura said, and looked up pleadingly.
"Kiss me where?" Karen inquired. "Your-your pussy," Laura forced herself to admit.
"You want to kiss my slit?"
"Yes."
"You want to taste my juices?"
"Yes."
"You want to bathe your face in it?"
"Yes."
"You want to tongue me?"
"Yes," Laura gasped imploringly. "You want to suck my clit?" Karen continued as if she had not noticed. "Oh, yes," Laura assured her. "When I oiled you, you were naked, and I was in uniform," Karen reminded her.
"Should I...?" Laura asked, and nodded toward Karen's uniform. "Yes." she nodded as she removed her blouse and bra.
Karen nodded, and Laura stretched out to slip the black silk from the chair it rested upon. Karen watched as she moved it over her head. Laura's much bigger breasts strained against the fabric, and she could not close the zipper. She looked up apologetically.
Karen bent and pulled a pair of seamstress' shears from the sewing basket, and Laura looked at her with widened eyes as Karen extended them toward her breasts. Karen arched her wrist, and the scissors cut into the taut fabric just to the side of the center of Laura's chest.
Laura looked down as Karen cut the fabric out around her breast, and she felt the cool, dull edge of one blade shifting against her flesh. The cloth fell away, and one firm sphere stood out from the framing of black silk. Karen motioned toward Laura's other tit and handed her the scissors.
Swallowing hard, Laura pressed her chin down and began to cut another hole in the uniform. Finished, she looked up, and Karen held out her hand. Laura put the scissors in it and reached back to zip the uniform up. Her naked tits thrust forward from the bodice, and she looked up to see Karen snip the bra between her tits. The tricot dropped from the rises of Karen's breasts, and she touched the joined tips of the blades to each shoulder to flick the straps off them. Laura watched the garment fall to the floor. Karen now wore only her heels.
Karen looked imperiously down at the kneeling Laura. The uniform fit her tightly, pinching her waist and forcing her big breasts outward. The dusky tan pegs of her nipples stood out hard.
"Tuck the skirt into the apron," Karen directed, and Laura looped the silk over the wide, white waist straps that were bowed at the small of her back. "Now, you may taste me," Karen said.
Laura stared at Karen's loins for a moment, and then she leaned forward to touch kisses up and down the dark feather of her hair. Her lips parted, and she drifted her tongue up and down Karen's lips. Karen's eyes lidded, and she moved one hand over the waves of the woman's hair while continuing to hold the belt in the other.
Karen's feet moved further apart as Laura's tongue began to push up into her furrow, and her fingers curled in the woman's hair. With a low moan, Laura pressed her face tightly to Karen's underbelly, and her hands gripped the lush ass cheeks so that she could hold her closer as she feasted on Karen's rich secretions.
Karen's naked body arched forward off the balls of her feet as Laura's tongue darted and swirled within her channel and then rose to focus in on her clit. She swayed from side to side as Laura's mouthings became more and more impassioned, and her cunt began to thrust against the woman's face. Her hand tightened in Laura's hair, and she turned Laura's face against the fevered pulsings of her snatch.
"Yes, eat me, bitch!" Karen gasped through clenched teeth. "Suck it! Suck my clit!" she groaned, and Laura eagerly obeyed.
Karen groaned as Laura's lips suckled the long node, and she twisted side to side from the waist as the woman's tongue washed over the sizzling apex. She pushed up onto the balls of her feet, and her head went back as her arms straightened. She gripped Laura's head with both of her hands, and her ass tightened as she squirmed her throbbing cleave against Laura's hungry mouthings. Her head went back as her eyes squinted shut, and her mouth widened as a strangled cry worked itself free of her throat. She moaned from deep in her chest, and then it abruptly ceased as her breath caught. She leaned forward from the waist as if all the wind had been knocked out of her, and her eyes opened wide. The orgasm expanded from the spasmings of her cunt, and her whole body shook as her mind spun faster and faster.
The air broke free of her constricted throat, and Karen slumped forward. With the belt being held in one hand, both slid down Laura's back. Karen gasped for breath as Laura's hands and mouth supported her.
Gradually, Karen began to recover, and she pushed herself back up onto her feet. She took a deep breath as she steadied herself, and she looked down as Laura leaned back from her.
"Did you enjoy Phyllis's making you come?" Karen asked, and she swung the belt back and forth alongside the statuesque leg.
"I-" Laura started to protest. "Yes," she nodded, and the light glinted from her moist lips, cheeks, and chin as she ducked her head.
"Do you find her attractive?" Karen asked, and she raised Laura's chin with the hand that held the length of leather.
"Yes."
"Does she turn you on?"
"I-I never thought about it before-"
"Now," Karen said, cutting her off. "Does she turn you on now?" she asked, and her voice was suddenly gentle.
"Yes," Laura nodded, surrendering her resistance.
"And Ben-does he turn you on?"
"What?" Laura blurted out as she was taken off-guard by the softly-spoken question.
"Yes."
"He's never bathed you, has he?" Karen asked. "You've never come to the touch of his hand between your legs, have you?"
"No."
"Do you find him handsome?"
"Yes."
"Do you watch his body when he's swimming?"
"Yes," Laura answered, and the last of the hesitation went out of her voice.
"Do you look at the press of his cock and of his balls against his swimsuit, against the crotch of his jeans?"
"Yes," Laura nodded.
"Did you buy him olympic swimming briefs because of the way it shows his body off?"
"Yes."
"Do you buy him jeans that'll be tight because you want to see the bulge of his prick?"
"Yes."
"And you've felt guilty about that?"
"Yes," Laura said, and her head lowered a little.
"You wanted to be spanked for being turned on by Ben, by his face, by his cock?"
"Yes."
"Then you shall be spanked for it," Karen said, and a flicker of joy went over Laura's face.
Laura leaned forward off her knees, and the belt flashed through the air. She gasped. The belt sounded as it kissed her ass cheeks. Her hands slipped from her knees, and she dropped forward onto her elbows. The belt whistled through the air and slapped out against the plush cushions of Laura's flesh. Her hands grasped Karen's shapely ankles. The leather again curved to her fanny. Laura pressed her face to Karen's calves, and her lips slid down past her hands to kiss Karen's feet as the belt continued to rise and fall.
Breathing heavily, Karen let her hand drop back to her side, and the tip of the belt drifted atop the carpet. Laura's hands relaxed, and she sat back against her heels. Slowly, she raised her face and saw that Karen's plume was still damp from her kisses. She could still clearly taste Karen's juices in her mouth.
"Do you feel better?" Karen asked, and Laura nodded with a little smile. "Would you like to suck Ben's cock?"
"Yes," Laura said without hesitation.
"You'd like for you and him to fuck?"
"Yes," Laura nodded, and she brushed her hair back from her face.
Karen looked past Laura and smiled. Laura looked at her for a moment, and then looked around with a puzzled expression that became one of disbelief. Ben stood by the closed bedroom door, and she watched her smiling son begin to undress as his eyes moved over his mothers bared ass, and then over the big breasts thrusting through the maid's uniform's cut-outs.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ben curled his fingers under the dark blue T-shirt, and his crossed arms began to slowly rise. Laura breathlessly watched the cloth move up his flat belly and over his chest. He drew his shirt over his head and looked back into her eyes as he slipped it from his arms. He tossed it away to his side. His hard cock was cleary out-lined against the leg of his jeans. He was barefooted.
Lauras big breasts rose and fell, and her knees shifted against the floor. Karen moved her eyes from the boy to his mother, and she silently moved to stand between Laura's calves as Ben moved around in front of the woman. Laura's lips quivered with her ragged breathing as he unbuckled his belt.
Laura watched her son's fingers slip the button of his jeans free as he moved closer to her. He stopped when his bare toes touched her knees, and he arched his body forward off the balls of his feet. His crotch was right before Laura, and she slowly lifted her eyes to look up into his smiling eyes.
"The zipper," Karen's voice whispered, and Laura looked at the metal tab right before her face.
Her eyes almost closed as she pressed her lips to the top of the boy's fly, and then she clasped the tab between her teeth. Sitting back a little, Laura pulled the zipper open with her mouth, and the chirp of the metal teeth parting seemed very loud to her ears.
Laura started to raise her hands to the waistband of his underwear, but Karen's long fingers curled around her wrists. Ben smiled at Karen as she turned his mother's hands back over her shoulders and upward to touch Karen's tits before releasing her light hold. Laura stretched her fingers upward to caress Karen's long nipples, and her mouth pressed against Ben's waistband.
Ben's eyes lidded as Laura's soft lips shifted against his abdomen. Clenching the cloth between her teeth, Laura shifted her mouth down to pull his underwear away from the fine curlings-of his still-developing pubic hair. Her hands slipped down to the bases of Karen's tits.
Ben and Karen looked into one another's eyes, and both smiled. The briefs were now down to the base of his hard tool. Laura kissed the thick shaft, and her mouth opened as she turned her face to the side so that she could grip his trunk. Her nostrils flared with labored breathing as she turned her head from side to side in order to move along his length and force the cloth further down.
The thinly-covered rod moved against Laura's chin and cheek as she bared more of his sex with her suckling kiss. Then the cloth caught against the rim of his knob. Her eyes opened for a moment, and she closed her mouth over his cock's head to suck it through the cloth. She began to move, her head back and sucked the wet cloth away from him, but as the briefs were pulled back his engorged cock was allowed to thrust up and out from his loins. Her forehead -lined as she continued to lean back, and the crown of her head shifted against Karen's cunny. Gradually, his knob slid up from the damp cloth, and then was thrusting toward Laura's face.
Still clutching the pants between her teeth, Laura eased them back toward him, and his knob rubbed against her forehead. She trembled as the underside of his shaft slid up against her face as she eased the waistband down toward his heavy balls. The jeans worked down by her movements, Laura carefully let go of the briefs after the waistband had slid down under his nuts. Her nose was pressed against his sac, and his dorsal vein rubbed her forehead as the top of his shaft was pressed against his abdomen and lower belly.
Karen looked down to see his head, and the top of his shaft jutting up from between his belly and Laura's hair. As Laura's lips shifted against her son's balls, Karen touched her fingers to the bulbous head.
"I think I need lubricating," Ben said.
"Laura said she'd like to suck your cock. Didn't you, Laura?" Karen asked, and her fingers curled in the woman's hair to draw her face back from Ben.
"Yes," Laura said breathlessly.
"Isn't his cock beautiful hard?" Karen asked as she reached down to slide her hand along his shaft.
"Yes," Laura agreed as she looked down his length.
"Have you seen it naked and hard before?"
"Yes," Laura confessed. "Sometimes, when I've gone in to wake him, I've seen-seen it pushing the covers up, and ... and I slipped them off so that ... I could slip the string of his pajama bottoms free, and-and it'd stand up naked," Laura gasped as he shifted his knob against her cheeks. "But I never touched him," she added quickly.
"Now you can suck it," he told her graciously, and she raised her eyes with an expression of uncertainty.
"Aren't you going to say thank you?" Karen asked, and Laura found herself saying the words.
As her mouth opened for her to speak, Ben leaned back, and his knob was right in front of her lips. He felt her breath against his head and then the movement of her lips as she finished speaking. He leaned forward again, and she moaned as the plump bulb slipped into her mouth.
Laura moaned as she sucked hungrily. Her tongue washed over the velvet texture of the knob, and her lips began to shift down below it. She tightened and loosened her mouth around his shaft, and the insides of her cheeks pulled against him as her tongue thrust and pulled against his thick dorsal vein.
Ben's eyes closed as his mother drew more and more of his trunk into her pleasure-giving mouth, and he was only partially aware that Karen had moved around behind him to lower his jeans and briefs to his ankles. Then her naked body pressed against the back of his, and her lips shifted against his ear as she whispered to him. Laura gurgled as she took his knob down into her throat, and she sat back a little so that she could align it and her mouth.
Ben stepped back, and Laura's eyes opened uncomprehendingly as his tool slipped out of her mouth. Karen was stretched out on a thick rug near the mirrored door, and Laura watched Ben move toward the long-legged woman. There was a trace of anguish in her expression as she watched his young buttocks move away from her, and she gave a little sob as he lowered himself to his knees between Karen's thighs.
Ben pressed his hands down to either side of Karen and leaned forward to kiss her. Laura watched their tongues glide over one another, and then his knees began to slide back. Her eyes moved to the mirror, and she saw his cock begin to slide up into Karen's cloven mound. She bit at her lower lip as she heard them murmur with pleasure, and she saw Karen's hands spread over his buttocks as he pressed fully up into her depths. Laura's hands pressed against the maddening palpitations of her cunt.
Ben's ass flexed as he began to thrust within Karen's clutching snatch, and their kiss deepened. Laura's fingers stroked her burning lips, and she shifted her clit between her thumbs as she swayed drunkenly on her knees.
Ben's and Karen's lips parted, and they looked back toward the woman. A little smile of hope brightened her expression as they held their hands out toward her. Her moist fingers slipped from her box as she pushed up onto her feet, and she almost fell as her weight went down on her unsteady legs. Weaving, she moved toward them.
"Now you can eat me," he said, and Laura looked down at the joined junctures of their thighs.
Laura saw his heavy sac beneath his ass and the shiftings of his shaft within the blossom of Karen's wet cunny. She dropped to her knees between their legs as they again kissed, and she lowered her mouth to the shifting of his balls.
Ben's and Karen's eyes opened as they felt Karen's lips open against the underside of his shaft and the lips of Karen's cunt. He inhaled sharply. It was as if two cunts were sucking at his tool, and Laura moved her hands over his ass as her forehead shifted against his nuts. Karen shifted her hips from side to side as she felt Karen's tongue slide over her cunt lips, and the woman's chin twisted between the bases of her ass cheeks.
Laura kissed and licked eagerly as their hips began to move faster, and she twisted her swollen tits against the floor. Her ass rocked from side to side as she rubbed her furrow against the rug's thick pile. Ben and Karen groaned, and his rod jerked within Karen's spasming nook and against his mother's mouthings. All three groaned as his prod jabbed within Karen, and his come was jetting up into the convulsions of her depths.
Laura licked and sucked enthusiastically as his spend began to seep out from between his rod and Karen's cunt lips. Laura and Karen stiffened as they both came, and he sagged atop Karen as he gasped for air. Both women went limp, but Laura continued to drink the mixture of their juices until he was soft.
Karen rolled over atop Ben, and Laura pushed herself up from beside their legs and onto her elbows. Karen's legs curled up alongside his hips and thighs, and she sat up so that she could turn around, pivoting upon his flaccid member. She looked down at Laura and nodded for her to move between Ben's legs again. Laura did so, and her tongue moved from his balls to where the grip of Karen's cunt held his prick. She began to lick him and Karen's lips, and then her lips pressed against the top of Karen's slit.
Karen's head pushed back as Laura began to kiss her already-enflamed clit, and Ben's hand reached around to cup her tits. Karen smiled with pleasure, and she leaned back to lay atop the boy. He continued to caress her breasts with one hand while the other moved over her taut belly. Karen grinned as she felt him begin to harden within her, and she pressed her heels against the rug so that could put her weight on her feet. Her fanny began to rise as her cunt moved up and back.
Laura's eyes opened as Karen's cunt slipped from beneath her lips, and she saw that Ben her unsteady legs. Weaving, she moved toward them.
"Now you can eat me," he said, and Laura looked down at the joined junctures of their thighs.
Laura saw his heavy sac beneath his ass and the shiftings of his shaft within the blossom of Karen's wet cunny. She dropped to her knees between their legs as they again kissed, and she lowered her mouth to the shifting of his balls.
Ben's and Karen's eyes opened as they felt Karen's lips open against the underside of his shaft and the lips of Karen's cunt. He inhaled sharply. It was as if two cunts were sucking at his tool, and Laura moved her hands over his ass as her forehead shifted against his nuts. Karen shifted her hips from side to side as she felt Karen's tongue slide over her cunt lips, and the woman's chin twisted between the bases of her ass cheeks.
Laura kissed and licked eagerly as their hips began to move faster, and she twisted her swollen tits against the floor. Her ass rocked from side to side as she rubbed her furrow against the rug's thick pile. Ben and Karen groaned, and his rod jerked within Karen's spasming nook and against his mother's mouthings. All three groaned as his prod jabbed within Karen, and his come was jetting up into the convulsions of her depths.
Laura licked and sucked enthusiastically as his spend began to seep out from between his rod and Karen's cunt lips. Laura and Karen stiffened as they both came, and he sagged atop Karen as he gasped for air. Both women went limp, but Laura continued to drink the mixture of their juices until he was soft.
Karen rolled over atop Ben, and Laura pushed herself up from beside their legs and onto her elbows. Karen's legs curled up alongside his hips and thighs, and she sat up so that she could turn around, pivoting upon his flaccid member. She looked down at Laura and nodded for her to move between Ben's legs again. Laura did so, and her tongue moved from his balls to where the grip of Karen's cunt held his prick. She began to lick him and Karen's lips, and then her lips pressed against the top of Karen's slit.
Karen's head pushed back as Laura began to kiss her already-enflamed clit, and Ben's hand reached around to cup her tits. Karen smiled with pleasure, and she leaned back to lay atop the boy. He continued to caress her breasts with one hand while the other moved over her taut belly. Karen grinned as she felt him begin to harden within her, and she pressed her heels against the rug so that could put her weight on her feet. Her fanny began to rise as her cunt moved up and back.
Laura's eyes opened as Karen's cunt slipped from beneath her lips, and she saw that Ben was again erect as Karen's cunny slid up his length. His head wetly popped free of the top of her slot, and his reddened cock thrust up between Karen's spread cleave and his mother's face.
Laura pushed up, and she thrust her mouth down around his damp prod. He inhaled sharply as she began to suck his and Karen's juices from his shaft.
Karen stood up and turned around so that she could lay down alongside the mother and son. Laura's mouth tightened around his tool as Karen pressed her mouth into the honey-blond fur of Laura's muff. Karen gripped her hips and turned the woman over atop her. Her hands kneaded Laura's full ass cheeks as she tongued her, and Ben sat up.
He gripped his mother's head and raised it from his big whang, and she looked up at him desperately. He smiled as he moved his face toward Karen's wet plume, and he raised up onto his knees. With a mixture of resignation at being given her head over giving him head and arousal over Karen, Laura burrowed her mouth within the hot cove of Karen's sex.
Ben watched Laura's arms stretch out so that she could caress Karen's long legs as she twisted her tits against the woman's belly. He watched Laura's mouth move against the pink splay of Karen's underbelly, and he smiled as he moved around to stand between his mother's knees. Beneath Laura's twisting ass, her cunt was visible as Karen licked up into it. Karen looked up past his thick pole and into his eyes.
Karen shifted, and her tongue began moving further down Laura's slit. Laura's legs tightened as she felt Karen spread her ass cheeks as she licked at the fold of flesh between her snatch and her anus. Ben's eyes followed Karen's long tongue upward between the plush cheeks, and Laura thought how glad she was that she had bathed earlier. Then the thought was washed away by the sensations Karen's burrowing tongue produced. She was unaware of Ben's kneeling down between her thighs.
Karen and Ben's eyes met again, and Ben leaned forward. His balls slid against her forehead as she watched his cock angle down, and she felt his knob against her tongue. Laura gasped, and her eyes opened wide as she felt his damp prick begin to press into the lubricated aperture of her ass.
Karen kneaded and caressed Laura's ass cheeks, and the woman began to relax her tightened muscles. Ben began to turn and bob his head within the hot tightness of his mother's ass, and she gasped against Karen's clit as his big tool began to move up into her rectum.
His weight on his elbows, Ben moved his hands between Karen's belly and Laura's tits, and he squeezed the big spheres as his cock slid fully into Laura's ass. His balls shifted as Karen licked them and Laura's furrow. Laura groaned as hot quakings went through her bowels from the thrustings of his thick length and as Karen's chin rubbed against her clit. She licked frantically within Karen's box as orgasms began to sear through her consciousness.
They rolled onto their sides, and Karen slid her hands between the mother and son's thighs so that she could caress them both as she tongued Laura. Ben felt her fingers playing against his anus and his root, and he released one of Laura's tits so that he could reach down to caress one of Karen's.
Laura groaned as his tool worked within her, and she moved her hands up Karen's long legs to caress her lush buttocks. Her mouth opened and closed against Karen's cleave as the woman's tongue darted in and out of her nook and as her chin twisted against the longing throbbings of her clit. The flarings of her bowels merged with the implosions and explosions of her underbelly, and she writhed between her maid and her son.
Karen's hands flowed over Ben's ass, root, and balls as he churned his tool within the hot clutchings of Laura's rectum, and his mouth opened against the back of her neck as vertigo spun through his mind. Karen's belly undulated against Laura's tits and Ben's hand as his other hand squeezed her tit and as his mother's face twisted within the quakings of her cleave.
Ben's shoulders tightened, and his hips bucked against the firm pillows of Laura's ass as his come began to rush through him. Laura's breath caught as she felt his massive tool jerking within her ass, and her clit burned against the turnings of Karen's chin. Karen slipped her forefinger past her lips and into Laura's spasming snatch and then pressed the lubricated digit up into Ben's rectum just as his come started to gush through the length of his jerking tool. His eyes opened wide as her finger moved against his prostrate at the moment of his climax, and his body convulsed with the intensity of the ecstasy that flashed through him.
Laura cried out with sheer joy as she felt his prod hose his thick spend up into the quakings of her bowels, and her clit's pulsings reached their peak against Karen's mouthings. Karen shook as her cunt seemed to explode against the twistings of Laura's gasping mouth.
Murmuring with satiation, their limbs went limp, and their heads dropped against the rug. Karen rolled onto her back, and the three lay there with their eyes closed as they felt the tempo of their heartbeats ease.
When Laura opened her eyes, she saw that Karen was standing above her with a towel, wash cloth, and bowl. Karen went to one knee and placed the items before the woman. Laura pushed up onto one elbow and glanced back at Ben before rising into a squat. His cock slipped free of her anus, and his jism began to seep out of the pink fissure.
As Karen and Ben watched, Laura spread her knees and began to wash the juices from the bottoms of her spread ass cheeks. She turned and began to bathe his again-flaccid tool. Karen stood as Laura dried him. Ben motioned Laura toward him, and he kissed her deeply. She sighed with delight, and Karen, watched as his young tool began to harden against the loving caresses of his mother's hand.
Laura moved one leg over his hips, and her hand guided his fat knob into the splay of her loins. Smiling, Karen watched the long pole disappear as Laura sank down upon it, and she turned toward the door.
"Will that be all, ma'am?" Karen asked, and they looked back at her with large grins.
"Not on your life," Laura chuckled, and she began to twist herself upon the skewer of her son's cock.
He began to remove the uniform from Laura as Karen closed the door. Karen listened to their sounds of pleasure for a moment, and then she walked lazily down the hallway without any self-consciousness about her body. She went into her room and got out a fresh uniform. As she moved toward the shower, she looked back at the sound of a car stopping outside.
Curious, she paused on her way to the door, debated a moment, and then slipped a thin robe on. She went to the living room, and she smiled as she saw Jim getting out of his car. She glanced back down the hallway toward his and Laura's bedroom door.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Hello, Mr. Torrance. Took off a little early, huh?" Karen smiled as he stood looking at her from the front door.
"Uh, yes," he nodded as he looked at the way the robe clung lovingly to her body.
"I was just about to shower, and found I hadn't gotten a towel from the linen room," she explained as she moved before a window.
"Uh, no problem," he mumbled as he saw the window's light flow through the robe to clearly reveal her legs to him.
"Mrs. Torrance is lying down with a headache, sir, and I don't think she knows you're home."
"Perhaps that's good," he said as he forced his eyes from the veiled view of her legs. "I wanted to speak to you about the other evening-in the kitchen?"
"Yes, I was sure you'd realize you'd been too lenient," she said earnestly as they moved closer to one another, and she turned to the side to look toward the kitchen. "I didn't feel the punishment was sufficient for my offense."
"I...." he began as he saw that the light was now silhouetting her breasts and long nipples beneath the robe.
"Perhaps, since you're home early, and Mrs. Torrance is napping...." she offered, and the robe drifted back from one gorgeous leg as she turned toward him. "Perhaps, when I've finished cleaning myself, you can punish me till ... you're satisfied, sir?" she suggested with a pleading look in her eyes.
"I, uh...." he muttered as his mind spun with the memory of her naked body twisting upon his lap. "Alright," he found himself agreeing.
"In fifteen minutes? In my room?" she asked plaintively, and she touched her hands against his chest. "Thank you, sir," she said when he nodded, and he watched her move away for her towel.
His cock pushed his trousers out as he remained there, and she gave him a timid little smile as she moved back toward her room. He watched the robe swirl around her silhouetted body, and then she was out of his line of vision. He heard a door open and close, and he looked around with a vacant, drugged look. Slowly, he began to walk across toward the library.
The door he had heard open and close had not been Karen's but Phyllis's. The girl looked up from a magazine to see a naked Karen standing, looking at her. She smiled with surprise and glanced at the robe Karen held in one hand.
"Take off your clothes," Karen said with a trace of urgency, and the girl slipped off the bed.
Phyllis looked at Karen's face as she removed her blouse, slacks, bra, and panties, and she drew great pleasure from seeing Karen's approving eyes move over her bared body. Karen opened the door, and Phyllis looked at her questioningly as she glanced out in the hallway. Karen motioned for her to follow, and the naked girl followed the naked woman down the hall. Karen glanced at the door behind which Jim's wife and son were making love, and she took his daughter into her room.
Phyllis dampened her lips as she sat down on the bed while Karen closed the drapes and the bathroom door. The room was now totally dark, and Phyllis stretched out as she heard Karen move toward her.
The girl felt the woman's knee press against the base of her ass cheeks and against the insides of her parted thighs. One foot on the floor, Karen leaned down from the waist to kiss the girl, and their tongues swam together. Karen's calf pressed against Phyllis' thigh that was the furthest from her, and she lifted the thigh to let Karen's knee slide between it and the bed. Karen's foot lifted from the floor as she stretched out on her side, and she and Phyllis embraced tightly. Their tits shifted together, and the rings of Phyllis's nipples quivered.
Karen's thigh pressed up against the girl's anal cleavage, and they murmured as their slits slid against one another. Phyllis pressed her knee up between Karen's legs, and her thigh rolled between the lush spheres of Karen's ass cheeks. Their cunts blossomed against one another, and silky black hair meshed damply with auburn ringlets as the gleaming pinkness of their nooks slid hotly together. They sobbed into one another's mouths as their clits met in a wet friction that sent flames of ecstasy throughout them, and they held one another tight as they came.
In the library, Jim stood with a drink in his hand, and he looked down at the press of his throbbing cock against his trousers. He debated and rationalized with himself, and he kept glancing at his watch.
"Oh, Karen, I feel so...." Phyllis whispered as an orgasm echoed through the recesses of her mind and body. "So wonderfully happy."
Smiling warmly, Karen touched kisses to the girl's damp brow. The doorknob turned, and she touched her fingers to Phyllis's lips as they both looked toward the door. Jim's body blocked much of the light as he stepped into the darkened room, and he looked about searchingly for Karen.
"Please, could you leave the lights out?" Karen asked, and she saw him nod as he turned to close the door.
"Where are you?" he asked, and Karen could see the white's of Phyllis's eyes widen as she heard her father's voice.
"Follow my directions only if you wish," Karen whispered into Phyllis' ear, and she stood up.
"There's a chair right in front of you, sir," Karen said. "If you'd like to make yourself comfortable first...?" she said suggestively, and she looked down toward Phyllis' face.
Phyllis heard the sounds of him moving, and of the chair shifting. Then she heard the sound of a zipper opening, followed by the rustle of clothing as he undressed. Karen held her hand out, and Phyllis slowly raised hers to take it, and she dropped her feet to the floor as she sat up.
Standing behind the girl, Phyllis cupped her waist in her hands and moved her toward Jim. Phyllis could just" make him out in the darkness, and her eyes sought out the rise of his big cock.
Karen placed Phyllis alongside his thighs and pressed her fingertips to the small of the girl's back. Phyllis leaned forward to grip the other side of the chair and felt his cock's head against her belly. Straightening her arms, she pushed herself across his lap, and the soft knob was stroked with her flesh and then her muff. Her knees opened against the outside of his thigh, and she lowered herself onto the hard column.
He groaned as he felt her lower herself onto the aching length of his tool. With a gasp, she dropped herself fully onto him, and she saw that Karen had moved around to kneel before her.
"I'm ready," Karen said, as if she were the one across his lap, and she watched his hand rise in the darkness.
He brought his hand down firmly across the lower halves of Phyllis' ass cheeks, and her body tightened around and upon him. Karen pressed her mouth to the girl's, and their tongues licked as his hand rose and fell.
He shifted as his hand sent tremors through her loins, and she writhed upon his thrusting prod. The hot moistness stroked him as the satiny cheeks danced beneath his hand.
Karen's hands moved over the girl's breasts as their lips parted, and she listened to the rhythms of their moans, of their loins, and of his hand and her fanny. She gauged the girl's reactions and needs and looked up toward him.
"Faster, spank faster," she gasped, and his hand began to move faster. "Harder, fuck me harder," she murmured, and Phyllis began to groan as his hips thrust faster.
Karen's mouth pressed to hers again, and her fingers plucked at Phyllis' nipples as the girl's fingers curled up into her slit. His arm began to stiffen as his arousal mounted, but he kept bringing his hand down against her backside even as his tool began to jerk within the twisting grip of her cunny. His thoughts blurred and his head went back. Phyllis' mouth widened as she felt his shaft begin to spasm within the roiling heat of her underbelly, and her hands clutched within Karen's splay.
His hips lifted from the chair, and her fanny was lifted against the fall of his hand. She cried out into Karen's mouth, and Karen's knees twisted against the floor as the girl's fingers sent her into a raging orgasm. He groaned, and his spend blasted up into Phyllis's depths.
He sat back down and inhaled deeply. Gradually, he became aware that two hands were beneath the girl's loins to stroke his balls. He frowned as he wondered how it was possible for her to do it based on her posture.
Phyllis raised her damp hands to the edge of the chair seat and pushed herself up from the waist so that she could slide one arm over her father's shoulder, and the other around his waist. Keeping her cunt tight against him, she slipped her legs over his thigh, and her feet touched the floor between his legs. She pressed her mouth to his, and they kissed deeply as his hands squeezed her fanny. She ground her tits against his chest as she licked at his tongue, and she flexed her cunt around his softened prod.
A lamp's light touched his closed eyes, and he slowly opened them. He blinked, stunned to find himself looking into his daughter's golden eyes. A tongue licked at the base of his shaft, and Phyllis leaned back as she felt the tongue moving over her still-burning cunt lips. She and her father glanced down at Karen as the woman drank the mix of their juices.
Karen shifted back and pushed herself up from the floor. Jim was still looking at her with a glazed look as he tried to come to grips with what had happened and what was happening. Karen's nipples brushed the girl's back as she leaned her head over Phyllis's shoulder, and she kissed him deeply. He could taste the blend of his come and his daughter's spendings in Karen's mouth.
Phyllis turned her face, and her mouth pressed against the meeting of their lips, which opened for her tongue to join theirs. Phyllis could feel Karen's damp plume against her fanny, and his hands moved around to the opulent orbs of Karen's to pull their hips even closer to his.
"Was she a very bad girl, Daddy?" Phyllis asked with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
"Oh, a very, very bad girl," he laughed, and his uncertainty dissolved. "But don't you think my spanking was sufficient?"
"Um-m-m," Phyllis murmured thoughtfully as she licked at their lips. "I think you should give her something besides your hand."
"Like what?" he grinned.
"The big cock that's getting hard in my pussy, Daddy," she smiled, and she flexed her vaginal muscles around his stiffening length.
"And what are you going to do?" he asked.
"Oh, watch, and ... maybe spank both of you for being naughty," she suggested as the three of them stood up.
"Naughty?" he asked.
"Yes," the girl nodded as she stepped back from him, and his cock came wetly-free of her snatch as all three watched. "I've seen you looking at me around the house, but not saying anything."
They moved toward the bed, and the girl pointed toward it.
"Lay down on your tummy," she instructed, and Karen did so. "Now, Daddy, I'm going to want you to put this into her pussy, but first...." she smiled, and she went to one knee before him.
Karen looked back over her shoulder to see Phyllis' tongue skimming his come and her own juices from his engorged prick. Looking down with lidded eyes, he slid his hands through the auburn spill of his daughter's hair as she began to draw his rod into her mouth.
Phyllis reached out to the side, and she slipped her fingers up into Karen's slit. The woman shifted upon the bed as Phyllis stroked her cunt and raised a spend-lubricated thumb to the bud of her anus. Karen gasped as Phyllis worked her thumb up into her ass. He swayed as she sucked his cock.
Phyllis leaned back from the waist, and her lips pulled along his shaft to the rim of his knob, which popped free as she stood. Facing toward Karen's feet, she moved up onto the bed and slid one leg over Karen's back.
"Put your big cock right in there, Daddy," she urged as her fingers darted in and out of Karen's wet cleave.
He moved between Karen's long legs, and Phyllis's free hand curled around his thick trunk so that she could guide it toward her other hand. Karen could feel the girl's wet mound stroking her back as Phyllis slipped her fingers out of her, and then his cock was sliding up into her cunt as Phyllis' thumb turned in her rectum.
He groaned as Karen's cunny tightened around his cock. Phyllis's tongue pressed into his mouth, and he raised a hand to one of her rounded tits to lovingly squeeze it. His other hand moved between her spread thighs, and he fingered her hot channel as they kissed.
Her elbows at her sides, Karen slid her hands over the girl's calves as his cock thrust within her box, and the base of his shaft rubbed her clit against the bed. The girl's finger came free of her anus, and she felt Phyllis' furrow sliding up her back.
Phyllis lifted her loins over Karen s head, and she sat down against the back of her pelvis as her father stretched out to continue their kiss. Karen's face pressed between the girl's spread thighs as Phyllis raised her knees, and Karen began to kiss beneath the play of Jim's fingers.
Phyllis breathlessly broke off the kiss and dropped back onto her elbows as Karen's tongue darted in and out between her offered nether cheeks. Churning his tool within Karen's nook, he felt her lush fanny against his abdomen as he leaned down against her back, and he turned his head so that he could press his mouth to the top of his daughter's splay. She gasped as he closed his lips around her clit," and he began to lick at the hard node.
His hands gripped Phyllis' hips while Karen's moved up to knead the girl's tits. Phyllis's head dropped back as their lips and tongues swarmed within her. She turned her feet to slide them under Karen's shoulders, and she caught the woman's long nipples between her toes. Karen's clit was flaring between the movement of his tool and the bed, and her depths were expanding and contracting as his rod thrust and turned within her.
He groaned against Phyllis' pearl as Karen's underbelly pulled and squeezed his throbbing length, and as her fanny stroked his belly. Phyllis' body arched upward, and she shook as her recesses overflowed with ecstasy. He continued suckling her clit as Karen continued tonguing. Her mind spun with satiation, and her elbows slid out from under her. Her limbs spread, she lay gasping for air as he continued thrusting his prick within the clutchings of Karen's cunny, and Karen's ass thrust up against him. , He moved his hands beneath Karen, and one caressed her breasts as the other went down to rub her clit from the top of her furrow. She groaned with delight and reached back behind her head to run her fingers through his hair. Through blurred eyes, Phyllis watched her father trembling as his cock began to jump within the quicksand pullings of Karen's snatch.
Karen and Jim rolled over onto their sides, and their bodies bowed together as his rod began to erupt. She writhed as his come geysered up into her recesses, and her eyes opened wide as the girl pressed her mouth over her clit and her father's dorsal vein. Phyllis licked and sucked, and drank down the thick come that overspilled the contractions of Karen's sex.
Phyllis smiled as she looked at their spent expressions, and she brushed her hair back from her face as she sat up. She looked toward Karen's full-length mirror, and she crossed to the window to open the drapes. The moonlight spilled over her, and she saw their juices gleaming from her face and loins. Then she glanced out and smiled broadly.
She saw Ben in his room. Naked, he was going into his bathroom. She looked around and saw Karen and Jim kissing deeply as they caressed one another, and she slipped out of the room unnoticed.
Ben had left his mother asleep in her bed, and he was now showering the mixture of their juices from his body. There was a sound from his room, and he opened the shower door with a puzzled expression.
"Can I use your shower?" Phyllis asked. "I seem to have something all over me," she said as she touched her fingers to her come-dampened muff.
CHAPTER NINE
"Of course," Ben grinned as he moved his eyes over his sister's naked body, and he held the shower door open wide.
"Good," she smiled as she watched his tool stiffly rise to jut toward her from above the weights of his balls.
The door clicked shut, and they stood beneath the spray of the water as they looked into one another's eyes. His knob touched her belly, and they glanced down at it.
"I've got such a big little brother," she smiled.
"Let me help you clean up," he whispered, and she watched him lean forward to press his lips to one of her carnation-pink nipples.
Her hands slid over his wet shoulders as his mouth moved over her tits, and as his hands slid from her waist to her uptilted ass cheeks. He began to lower himself, and his kisses moved down her belly. She murmured with pleasure, and her shoulders pressed back against the wall of the shower as the water flowed over them. On one knee, he pressed his widened mouth to the damp curlings of her bush.
Phyllis raised her face to the fine spray of the shower as she felt her brother's lips open and close against her tremoring cunt lips. His mouth moved unhurriedly up and down her slit, and her hands pressed his wet hair back against his head as she savored the sensations.
He sucked at the soft fur and tasted the juices from it before curling his tongue up into her cleave so that he could taste her own flavor. His hands spread over the pert cushions of her fanny, and he shifted them against one another as he moved his tongue from the notch of her furrow to the base of her slit. She moaned as his fingers flexed between her ass cheeks.
"Oh, sweet Ben, how wonderfully you .., she murmured as his mouth burrowed in the steamy oven of her sex.
His lips began to move back up, and his chin turned back and forth as his tongue approached her pulsing clit. She recalled Ted's lack of concern for her pleasure. Ben's tongue swirled over her clit, and the water flowed down over both. She shuddered as an orgasm flashed through her. His tongue dabbed at the tip of her pearl, and his lips tightened and loosened around its base. Her shoulders pushed up as her arms straightened, and her mouth went wide. His fingertips kneaded her anus, and her feet slid against the tiles. His hands and body kept her standing as she spasmed with another orgasm, and her hands gripped the back of his head tightly.
"Ben, please ..she groaned. "I want ... you to ... to fuck, me, Ben. To fuck me, fuck me, fuck me with your cock, Ben," she gasped as implosions and explosions of rapturous heat went through her underbelly.
He eased his face back from his sister's soaked cleave, and moved his eyes up over the curve of her firm belly, over the apples of her round, still-maturing tits, and he smiled warmly as he saw her expression of arousal. Her hair clung to her forehead and temples in wet ringlets, and beads of water decorated her face.
He slid his hands around to grip her hips, and he gently lowered her down against him. His lips sucked the water from her belly and her breasts as her knees touched the tops of his thighs, and then slid off to the sides. His knob pressed against the descent of her cunt, and her eyes opened as she felt him slip into her. Her arms went around his neck, and she pressed her mouth hungrily to his.
The balls of her feet shifted against the shower floor, and her heels pushed in against his curled legs as her ass pressed against the tops of his thighs. His prod pushed up higher into her cunt, and she recalled seeing Ben masturbating, and thinking how much longer and thicker his cock was than the older Ted's. Now, she realized it was as big as their father's, and she groaned as he thrust fully into her, and his knob slid against her cervix.
She twisted her tits against his chest, and their wet flesh squeaked. Their tongues stretched deep into one another's mouths, and he moved his hands down the curve of her back so that he could again grip her fanny. Her thighs tightened against his hips as she began to stroke his rod with her vaginal muscles. He arched his hips to thrust and turn his length within the hot hold of his sister's nook, and both were oblivious to the water raining down over them.
He pressed her back to the shower wall, and his hands slid up to her waist as her fanny flattened against the tiles. Her feet slid back as her knees lowered, and she raised herself against the tiles as he pushed off his knees. The water spilled over their faces and around their joined mouths as their tongues continued to lash across each other. He hugged her to him, and they rocked back and forth off their knees as he churned his prod within the whirlpool pull of her cleave.
His feet were against the drain, and the water began to rise around their knees and lap at their calves. Her fingers pulled down his back, and she gripped his ass to urge him to thrust even harder. He drove his cock high as their mouths parted, and he pressed one hand to the small of her back, and the other between her shoulder blades as he lowered his lips to one of her pink nipples. She groaned ecstatically as he continued thrusting while sucking her tit, and her hair slapped wetly against her cheeks as she whipped her head from side to side.
His eyes were squinted against the water and against the intensity of his arousal. He let her nipple pop free, and he held her waist so that he could let her lean back from the waist. Her hands clutched at the walls as her head pressed back against one, and she eased herself down as he sat back against his heels. He slid one hand over her belly, and his thumb began rubbing her clit down against his pistoning shaft. She writhed beneath the cascading water as she came, and he let his calves slide out so that he could stretch his legs out as he sat amidst the swirling water.
She rested her head against his joined feet as her body arched between it and her ass. His hands were flowing over her breasts and belly while continuing to stroke her pearl against his trunk. His ass flexed against the shower floor as he thrust within the heat of her underbelly, and he moved his hands to her hips so that he could move her against him to the rhythm of her movements. She twisted and bucked upon him, and her hands splashed in the water as she came again.
His hands moved around against her back, and he lifted her from the water. Her arms and head hung limply as he drew her to him, and he lay back with her atop him. Murmuring blissfully, she rubbed her tits against his chest as his hips arched up against her, and she trembled as her raptures began to mount once again.
"Oh, I can't...." she gasped, "can't stop-don't stop, Ben, it's oh so go-o-od, good, better, yeah, fuckin' my-my sweet, darling brother, you're-so good, so good, faster, oh yes, faster 'n' harder, harder, har-Oh! Everything's-spinning, so bright, so hot, exploding, going-going outta my mind, my body, I can't stop, don't wanta, please don't-don't stop, I'm-" and her voice cut off as her orgasms merged into a chain reaction that sent a volcanic rush of ecstasy flaring out through her mind and body.
He gave a strangled cry as the wild convulsions of her depths jerked at his prod and pulled his come loose. His body shook with hers as his come roared through him, and their bodies twisted in the water as his juices blasted up into her depths.
"So good," she gurgled as they sank back against the water-covered flooring, and they lay gasping like beached fish until long after the water had run down the drain.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and she smiled as she felt him begin to again harden within her box, and she murmured contentedly. At that moment, their father was slipping into his room.
Having cleaned up, Jim moved toward the bed and looked down at the sleeping Laura. She had a tranquil, little girl's look of innocence in sleep, and he smiled warmly. He considered how long they had been married and had been living with the concepts of their upbringing. In the last hour or so with Karen he had shared in more varied and open expressions of lovemaking than he and Laura had in all their years together. Now, he doubted that could continue, but he wondered how he could sway her to seeing it from his perspective without hurting her feelings, or leading her to suspect that he had been with someone else. At that, he frowned as he remembered making love with their daughter. He felt good for having gotten rid of the tension of the curious arousal he had felt for so long, but he had not quite come to terms with the means of satisfying that curiosity. Still, Phyllis was so uninhibited and relaxed that he did not feel worried.
Laura turned in her sleep, and he stared as the sheet fell away from her back and side. It was the first time he had ever known her to sleep in the nude, and he caught the edge of the sheet to ease it from her body. He smiled at the sight of her naked and relaxed, and he noticed that her loins and breasts were becoming tanned. He looked in the direction of Karen's room as he wondered just what she had been up to, and he grinned.
Seeing his opportunity, Jim stripped and eased onto the bed to press his lips to the honey-blond fur of Laura's muff. He inhaled deeply, and his eyes lidded as he savored her scent. He kissed her slit, and her thighs opened. He ran the tip of his tongue along her damp furrow, and he heard her murmur as her hips rocked from side to side. His tongue slid into her as he tasted her flavor, and his cock was rock hard.
He felt her move as she pushed up onto her elbows, but he did not pause. She stared at him groggily as she enjoyed his tonguing, and then she realized that it was her husband and not her son. She wondered at his actions, but she did not question him. Instead, she shifted to stroke his balls and his big tool, and she licked at his root as they moved into a sixty-nine position.
With a feeling of great relief, he began to lick at her clit, and he moaned with pleasure as he felt her lips begin to draw his knob into her mouth. They rolled from side to side as they hungrily feasted on one another's loins, and their hands stroked and probed each other's bodies without any inhibition for the first time.
The bed rocked as their bodies tensed and jumped with the mounting of their arousal, and their groans deepened. Her cunt vibrated faster and faster against his mouth, and his prod spasmed within her mouth. Then clutched one another as they came, and she swallowed his thick come down without pause.
After a minute, they looked at one another with dazed smiles, and he pulled himself around. They embraced tightly, and they shared his taste as they kissed with deep passion.
"Well worth the wait," he murmured joyfully, and she giggled.
As they waited for him to harden again, they talked and caressed. Down the hall, Karen was getting up from her bed, and she stretched lazily as she moved into the moonlight spilling through her window.
She grinned as she saw Ben and Phyllis embracing in the boy's room. Their bodies were still wet, and their flesh gleamed as they kissed. Karen turned and went into the hall without pausing to put anything on.
CHAPTER TEN
Ben and Phyllis turned as his door opened, and they grinned broadly as they saw Karen standing naked in the doorway. They held their arms out toward her, and she moved into their embrace. Their hips touching, their mouths joined, and he felt Karen's and Phyllis' hands move down his back for each of them to grasp one of his buttocks. He moved his hands over Karen's lush fanny and over Phyllis' uptilted cheeks.
Their lips parted, and the woman and the girl looked at one another as they shared a smile. He watched with a delighted grin as they moved their free hands to his hard cock, and they curled their hands around the shaft so that the edge of Phyllis' hand was against his groin and the edge of Karen's against the girl's thumb. Karen stretched her thumb along the top of his shaft to rub the rim of his cock's head, and they moved their lips over his face. His eyes closed as he caressed their asses, and he felt their soft lips move down his throat to his chest.
Karen and Phyllis slowly lowered themselves. He felt his sister kiss one of his nipples as Karen kissed the other. Their bodies slid down against his legs, and he felt the moist heat of their snatches against his flesh. He felt feverish.
Their hands raised his throbbing tool, and their mouths opened wide against either side of his sac. His breath caught as he felt them gently suck to draw one of his balls into each of their mouths. He pressed his hands to Karen's jet-black hair, and to Phyllis's auburn hair as he groaned with arousal. They slid their tongues over his scrotum as they bobbed his come-swollen nuts in their mouths.
Gradually, they eased their heads back, and he felt the air tighten his sac as a chill went through the moist flesh. Phyllis's hand opened from around his shaft, and their mouths pressed against either side of it. He breathed harder as their tongues licked against his trunk and against one another while Karen's hand continued stroking the upper part of his shaft. Their lips closed against either side of his prod, and Karen's hand opened to allow their mouths to slide up and down as they sucked, licked, and nibbled at his length. Karen's thumb continued to rub his knob as her other hand and Phyllis' kneaded his ass. His sister's free hand moved between his legs, and she began to rub his root as Karen began to finger his anus.
The boy trembled as their mouths encircled his knob and then began to move back down his shaft. His feet slid back, and he grasped their shoulders for support as he eased himself down. Karen and Phyllis each dropped a hand to the floor, and they began to stretch out as he dropped to his knees.
Ben's hands slid down their sides to their fannies, and he dropped onto his back between them. They turned their heads and smiled as his hands slipped between their thighs to caress their fannies and to draw their loins toward his flushed face.
His upper arms shifted against the insides of their thighs as he slipped his fingers into the damp pinkness of their cleaves, and he tilted their hips toward him. They groaned around his cock as his damp middle fingers bobbed into their rectums, and he brought their muffs together against his mouth. Karen's finger probed his anus while her other hand rubbed his knob, and Phyllis stroked his root and caressed his balls as they continued to kiss around his thick trunk. They murmured with pleasure as his lips moved against their clits, and his tongue lapped back and forth between his sister's node and Karen's longer nub.
The two women's heads rose and fell along his prod as their hands flowed over" him from the base of his shaft to his anus. Silky black hair and auburn ringlets moistly caressed his lips and cheeks as he licked at their apexes, and their flavors saturated his taste buds. Their groans rose and fell as his thumbs swirled in their furrows while his middle fingers churned in their asses.
Their legs stretched and curled as the three rocked and lifted with the rise of their ecstasies. Their sounds of pleasure merged with the suckling sounds of their mouths and fingers, and their bodies began to arch up from the floor as contractions and expansions of livid heat blazed through their loins.
Ben gasped against their clits as his cock began to jump within their sliding kiss, and his sister and Karen trembled as that set the pulsings of their clits into a blurring rise toward culmination. Their mouths joined around the bulb of his cock's head, and his hot come jetted over their tongues and down their gulping throats as their cunnies shook with carnal quakings against his mouth. He cried out as he reached his peak, and their cries merged with his as their clits seemed to crystallize into sheer energy.
Across the courtyard, Jim and Laura were occupied in their room. Her hands clutched the bed as her knees pressed against the sides. Her head lowered, her ass was thrust up and back toward Jim, who was turning and thrusting his cock within the hot hold of her rectum for the first time.
He gripped her hips tightly, and the veins stood out from his arms as he squinted against the waves of joy going through him. Her widened mouth pulled against the bed as the roiling heat within her bowels seemed to flare into a raging fire that began to sweep through the rest of her body as her mind spun faster and faster. He gasped as he shook against her, and he arched forward off the balls of his feet as his jism blasted loose of his balls.
She cried out as his big tool began to jerk within her rectum, and she pushed up from the waist as the fires of her arousal overwhelmed her. He groaned deeply as his spend geysered through the throbbing length of his shaft to flood her depths. Their sounds of release joined as they reached the peak, and both swayed drunkenly.
Laura sprawled forward on the bed, and his spend overflowed her anus as his prod came free of her. He dropped to his knees on the floor, and let himself fall to the side to stretch out. Both murmured breathlessly as they basked in their satisfaction.
In Ben's room, he looked at Karen and Phyllis. The three had heard Jim and Laura's climactic cries, and now they shared a knowing smile.
A few minutes later, Jim hummed with blissful pleasure as he felt a warm wash cloth move over his cock to clean it. On the bed, Laura murmured with pleasure as a tongue lapped within her underbelly.
Jim opened his eyes and paused just before speaking as he saw that it was not his wife bathing him but his daughter. She smiled warmly at him, and he glanced past the naked girl to the more startling sight of his son going down on his wife.
Laura sat up, and she looked from Ben to Phyllis and Jim. She and Jim stared at one another for a moment as they realized each had made love with Ben and Phyllis, respectively. Gradually, their lips curved in smiles as Phyllis and Ben continued their activities between Jim's and Laura's thighs.
The boy and girl looked across the room, and their parents followed their gaze. Karen was seated in a round antique chair with a low back that normally supported the small of one's back. Her shoulders were against the chair's back, and her arms were loosely resting on the curves of the arm rests. Her long legs stretched out before her as her ass rested against the edge of the seat, and all four of the Torrances were presented with a view of her full cunt, the underarch of her body, and the bottom half of her anal cleavage. She smiled sensuously at the family.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"What-what have you done to our family?" Jim found himself asking without any tension or hostility, but with amazed curiosity.
"I've taught you to be strong and gentle at the same time. I've taught Laura how to surrender to herself as well as to have self-control. I've taught Phyllis not to underestimate herself in any way. I've taught Ben how to share, to directly enjoy both giving and receiving without fearing failure," Karen replied. "Have I taken more than I have given?"
"No," he said with a smile after looking toward his wife and children to find that they were all in agreement.
"Good," she nodded with a smile.
"And now?" Laura asked.
"You and Phyllis haven't made love together yet, have you?" Karen asked, and the mother and daughter looked at one another with nervous smiles. "Ben, Jim, come be with me while I watch," she directed in a sultry whisper, and the boy and man stood up as Phyllis moved toward her mother.
Jim and Ben looked at the view of Karen's cleave and ass, glanced at one another, and Ben took a large pillow from another chair. He placed it on the floor just in front of the chair and sat down on it. He slid his legs beneath the chair, and lay back. His hips lifted, his stiff cock rose to push his knob into the soft valley of her anal cleavage.
Laura pushed up off her elbows and stood in front of Phyllis. Their eyes lowered as they examined one another's shapely bodies, and Phyllis touched her fingers to the full sphere of her mother's tit. Laura inhaled deeply as the girl's fingers stroked the peg of her nipple, and she cupped her hand over one of the girl's round, blossoming breasts. Their eyes lifted, and they looked at one another from under heavy lids as their faces moved closer. Their lips parted breathlessly and brushed softly together. Their free hands touched one another's waists, and their mouths joined.
Watching the mother and daughter, Karen let her ass slide over the edge of the chair and onto the hard column of the son's cock. He arched his hips even higher as he felt the aperture of her anus open against the press of his cock's head, and he groaned softly as he felt the tight heat of her rectum envelope his throbbing length.
Laura's hand moved from Phyllis' hip to caress the girl's uptilted fanny, and Phyllis' hand squeezed one of her mother's opulent ass cheeks. Their velvet soft tongues stroked each other, and their hands opened from one another's tits so that they could fully embrace. Pink rings pressed against tan pegs, and their breasts pushed out to the side as they crushed them together. They now squeezed one another's asses with both hands, and the girl's auburn ringlets meshed with the woman's honey-blond fur.
Jim looked from his wife and daughter to his son, and he moved his eyes up from where the boy's big tool was implanted in Karen's anus to the woman's pink slit. Smiling sensuously, Karen raised her eyes from Jim's engorged prod to his face. He placed one foot on either side of Ben and lowered himself to his knees as he leaned forward. He caressed her full, tapering thighs as he pressed his lips to her plumed mound, and he began to lick her dewy lips.
Laura and Phyllis murmured within their kiss as they shifted their cunnies together. The damp furrows stroked each other hotly, and they arched their hips to bring their clits into conjunction. Their hands tightened around one another's ass cheeks as their pearls sparked in a wet friction. Their shoulders rocked as they twisted their tits together, and they began to sink down to their knees.
Karen watched the two women kneel with their bodies and thighs pressed together, and she glanced toward the mirrored door for a different perspective. She tightened and loosened her ass around Ben's thrusting charger, and her splayed cunt tightened and loosened against Jim's face as his tongue probed her pulsing channel.
Laura and Phyllis' mouths parted, and they kissed wildly at one another's faces as their clits burned against one another. They rocked from side to side off their knees, and their hands clutched at one another as they continued caressing. An orgasm expanded from the rubbing of their apexes, and they bowed back from their waists as they gasped. They gripped one another's hips tightly as waves of carnal energy flashed through them.
Ben's ass flexed atop the heavy cushion as he bobbed his length within the suckling heat of Karen's backside. Her silken soft ass cheeks rubbed against his balls, and his hands pulled up and down her shapely calves as his blood roared in his ears.
Jim filled his mouth with Karen's rich taste, and he bathed his lower face in the pink shallow of her loins as he licked at it. His cheeks rubbed against her lips, and his hands moved up from her thighs to grip her hips. He gasped within the fragrant mask of her cleave, and his hips thrust instinctively as his knees twisted against the floor.
Laura and Phyllis leaned to one side, and their hands dropped to the floor for support. Their slits continuing to caress, they had their eyes closed to the exquisite joys flowing through them. Laura leaned back, and one leg slid between Phyllis'. The girl let her legs stretch out before her, and she lay back. Their heads pointing in different directions, their legs were forked to keep their snatches together. Their arms spread, and they pushed off them and their shoulders as they thrust and turned their cunts against one another. Auburn and honey-blond hair wetly twisted together as the opened fissures of their loins rubbed.
Karen looked from the mirror to the women. Their bellies were taut with the aching of their bodies, and their fannies rose and fell from the floor as they moved themselves against one another. The soft pinkness of their cunts slid moistly together. Laura's one leg pressed down against Phyllis' hip while the other was against the girl's ass. The girl's legs were against the top of one of Laura's thighs and against the bottom of the other.
Karen's depths were filled with the broiling heat Ben's prick was churning up within her ass, and with the contractions Jim's mouthings were creating within her cleave. His hands moved up over her belly, and he spread them over the rises of her tits. Her hands tightened around the chair's curved arm rests as his tongue moved up toward her long, exposed clit.
Ben's legs spread, and the outsides of his calves pushed against the back legs of the chair. His hands moved over her ass and thighs as he lifted and dropped his hips again and again to bob his cock within the turning grip of her rectum. His mouth was opened wide, and his head was pushed back against the floor as he basked in the raptures rippling out from his groin.
Jim rubbed her long nipples between his thumbs and the knuckles of his forefingers, and he opened his mouth around her erect clit. His knees twisted against the floor, and his ass tightened and loosened as his hips thrust. He flicked his tongue over the hard node of her clit as he pulled his lips in around its base, and his cock thrust as he felt her box spasming against the twists of his chin. His heart was pounding, and the throbbing of his tool filled his mind with vertigo.
Karen fought to keep her eyes open as the actions of father and son set her excitement racing. She twisted against the boy's loins as she tightened and loosened herself around his thick length, and her cunt arched up and down as her clit pulsed faster and faster against Jim's tongue. She pushed her tits against his hands, and her head shifted from side to side.
Karen saw Laura's and Phyllis' heads go back as their hands clutched at the floor, and their joined hips lifted from the floor. Their legs were tensed as they pushed their fused cunts upward. They cried out as orgasms blasted out through them from the welding of the searing bolts of their clits. They writhed as the raging ecstasies overwhelmed them, and their minds were spinning in the whirlpool of their passion. Everything seemed to be spinning faster and faster while becoming more and more intense, drawing them down and in toward the apex of the whirlpool.
The mother and daughter let out silent, breathless screams as the spiraling race of their orgasms converged in an overpowering climax that seemed to send lightning up their curved spines from the quaking press of their clits.
Ben rolled and twisted like someone in a delirium as his cock throbbed harder and harder. His hands gripped Karen's thighs as if to anchor himself as his mind flashed with vivid raptures. His mouth tightened and loosened as he twisted the crown of his head against the floor, and he groaned from deep in his chest.
Jim sucked hard on Karen's long clit, as his chin continued to pivot within the gulpings of her slit, and he caressed and kneaded her tits as he squeezed her nipples. He rocked back and forth off his knees, and his come-filled balls felt as if they were on the verge of sending his spend jetting through his thrusting prod.
Karen was moaning as her head lolled from side to side against the top of the chair's low back. Her body was flushed, and ringlets of her hair clung damply to her forehead and temples. Her knuckles were white as she clutched the chair arms, and her toes curled hard against the floor. Implosions and explosions filled her recesses as Ben's tool churned and Jim's tongue lapped. She twisted her tits against the strong hands, and she gave a choked gasp as an orgasm went through her.
Their eyes glazed, Laura and Phyllis turned their heads to look toward Karen, Jim, and Ben. Unable to stand, they pushed off their knees as they stretched their hands out, and they moved across the room on all fours with the sensual grace of jungle cats.
Karen's body was shaking with paroxysms of sheer ecstasy. Jim and Ben were emitting muffled groans as their cocks throbbed deeper and deeper, and faster and faster. Phyllis moved behind the chair, and she lay down to move under it so that she could raise her mouth to her brother's ass and balls. He shook with joy as he felt her lips and tongue moving against and around him. Laura knelt beside her husband's hips, and she rested one forearm against the small of his back as she placed the hand of her other arm just above her son's head. She leaned forward and turned her face so that she could close her mouth against Jim's root as she rubbed her fingers against his anus. His legs tightened as the waves of heat going through him quickened.
Karen felt Phyllis' hands moving over her ass and hips as the girl's brother's tool began to thrust in and out of her ass, and as the girl's father licked faster at her blazing clit. She cried out as her orgasms came faster and faster.
Jim groaned against Karen's clit as he felt his wife's finger rubbing his prostrate while her mouth worked the hard rise of his root, and his cock began to jerk.
Ben's mouth tightened as his sister's tongue burrowed in him while her soft hair caressed his balls. He reached back to the side, and his hand pressed between his mother's humid cunt cheeks to slide his fingers up into her.
Phyllis twisted her nook against the floor as she heard the cries of the other four come faster. Then her brother's balls were quivering against her face, and his root jerked against the bridge of her nose.
Laura's thighs clutched around Ben's fingers, and she gulped against Jim's root as her finger pistoned within his rectum.
Jim's body shook as a shudder of release went through him. His prostrate flamed against Laura's finger, and his root spasmed against her mouth. His come jetted through him, and he let out a growling cry against Karen's clit as his prod jerked with the rush of his spend.
Ben's ass lifted from the cushion as his, balls and ass twisted against his sister's mouthings, and he swallowed hard as his fingers stretched stiffly within his mother's cunt. He gave a gurgling cry as his cock hosed his spend up into Karen's convulsing depths.
Karen's shoulders pushed back against the chair as her body bowed upward from it. Her depths reverberated with joy as Ben's prod pumped his juices into her, and as her clit's pulsings merged into a feverish pitch under Jim's tonguings, and her orgasms raced together. Her climax went through her like a tidal wave, sweeping all tension from her body, flooding her mind with satiation, and then floating her blissfully past the crescendo.
Karen and the Torrances collapsed together, and their sounds of fulfillment blended.
Later in the afternoon, after they had tried other combinations, had bathed one another, and had eaten, the phone rang. Laura answered it, listened for a few moments, and then held the receiver out toward Karen. Karen reached out from between Jim and Phyllis, and she listened with a smile. It was Guy, and he told her that his business had finally brought him to the area of the Torrance household.
"Listen, why don't you come out for a visit?" she suggested as she watched Jim's hard cock glide up into Phyllis' cunny as Ben's filled her mouth.
"Will that be okay with your employers?" Guy asked.
"I think so," Karen said, and she hung up a few moments later after giving him directions.
With half of a double-length dildo within her cunt, Laura fastened the elasticized straps as she moved around behind Phyllis. The girl grasped her brother's cock, and her cunt tightened around her father's as she felt her mother slide the exposed half of the dildo up into her ass. She reached out with both hands to caress Karen's cunt and clit, and Karen smiled warmly as she watched the four, and as the girl knowingly fingered her.
When he arrived at the Torrance mansion, Guy expected to have to engage in several polite minutes of dull, social chatter. Ringing the bell, he thought back to his meeting by the roadside with Karen, and their lovemaking that had followed. His cock was hard by the time the door opened.
Expecting to see Karen there, he started to speak but broke off. A teen-aged girl with auburn hair was smiling at him. She wore a tiny string bikini. The triangles of the top just covered the centers of her rounded breasts, and he could see the inner and outer rims of her plump aureolas. The bottom clung damply to her cunt, and he could see the shallows to the sides of her mound as well as soft curlings of auburn hair.
She motioned him Inside, closed the door, and beckoned for him to follow. The front triangle of the bikini bottoms did not widen into a rear triangle but into another string that was partially concealed between her exposed, uptilted ass cheeks. He felt his hard cock shift against his pants' leg as he followed her out into the courtyard of the U-shape house.
He saw a woman in a maid's black silk uniform, and for a moment he thought it was Karen. The skirt of the uniform came down only halfway over the woman's lush ass, and she wore no panties. She turned toward him and the girl, and he saw honey-blond fleece between her thighs, and big breasts jutting from openings in the bodice of the uniform. Beside her stood a man in a butler's uniform. He looked around, and Guy saw that the tight trousers had no crotch, and that the man's cock and balls were exposed.
The man and woman stepped back, and Guy saw Karen. Naked, she was stretched out beside the pool with her head and shoulders resting against pillows. Guy looked at her with a mixture of bewilderment and deep arousal. A boy was in the pool, and his arms rested on the tiles beside Karen. He got out, and water spilled from his naked body and from his hard, man-sized cock as he knelt beside Karen. The man knelt on the other side of her, and they lowered their mouths to her breasts as their hands went to her cunt and her ass. She continued staring into Guy's eyes as her nipples were sucked, and her slit and anus were fingered.
The girl and the woman moved toward him, and he glanced from one to the other as they undressed him. Then they knelt down in front of him, and their mouths began to suck his cock and lick his balls as their hands stroked his root and his anus.
He was dizzy with arousal as the girl and woman straightened, and they led him toward Karen's spread statuesque legs. As he knelt down, the man's and boy's hands spread her cunt wide, and the girl's and woman's hands guided his engorged tool toward the damp pink of her cleave.
He inhaled sharply as he slid fully up into her, and he kissed her deeply. She tightened and loosened her cunt around him as he twisted his length from side to side.
Guy's and Karen's lips parted, and he pushed up onto his elbows so that he could look into her emerald eyes. The man's and boy's lips returned to her nipples, and he felt the mouths of the woman and girl moving over his root and balls as their hands caressed him. His head spun with arousal.
"Let me introduce the Torrances-my employers," Karen said with a grin as her hips rocked with his around the pulsings of her box and the throbbings of his tool.
"Your employers," he murmured, and he glanced back at Laura and Phyllis as they ricked and sucked at his and Karen's joined loins. "Must have some fantastic retirement plan," he groaned, as his pleasures mounted, and the whole group laughed as they continued amplifying the couple's ecstasies.
Guy's mind blurred as his body shook against Karen's, and they embraced tightly as they both came.
"Any openings for a butler?" he gurgled as he lay catching his breath.
"I have three," Phyllis smiled at him.
"Me too," Laura grinned, and Guy beamed with expectation as Karen nodded at him with a promising smile.
The day was starting on a more than promising note, to say the very least.
