Guy Cambridge leaned back and listened as the others around the long table made their final statements. The board room had one wall made of glass and he found himself looking out at the spectacular view of the city below. Then, the meeting was over and everyone stood. He nodded pleasantly as he shook hands and he moved toward the door. Karna Watson took his hand and smiled.
"Could you stay a little longer?" she asked. "I thought we might have a drink to celebrate."
"Yes, all right," he nodded as he looked into her long-lashed, golden eyes and he moved to the windowed wall as she said goodbye to the others.
"Bourbon all right?" he heard her ask and he turned around to find that they were now alone in the big room.
"That'd be fine," he said and he watched her richly firm hips shift as she walked toward the bar.
"One reason I wanted you to stay was to thank you," she said and he lifted his eyes from the opulent ovals of her ass at the sound of her husky voice.
"Thank you for what?" he asked.
"There've been others interested in my company," she said and her skirt made a soft sound as she turned with the drinks. "But to them the company was just a can and my employees were just beans. They had no interest in them or the customers. Just in taking us over. With you ... well, you've made us an interlocking corporation rather than a purchase. That's why I agreed," she said and her long fingers brushed his as he took the glass.
"You're welcome," he smiled and touched glasses with her.
Beneath the arches of her brows and over the rim of the glass, her golden eyes sparkled. Guy had lost all interest in a quick departure.
"It's always so much nicer doing business on ... friendly terms," she mused as she turned to look out the window and he had a view between the buttons of her silk blouse, he caught little glimpses of one of her big, conical breasts. And he noticed that her long nipples were thrust out against the fabric. "Don't you think so?" she asked with a subtle smile and she turned her head toward him.
"Yes, I do," he agreed and he set his glass back on the board table. "I also believe in sealing a deal with a kiss," he smiled, "but usually the business deals are with men."
"Not this time," she smiled.
"No. No, indeed," he said with appreciation and he took her into his arms.
The light shallow of her lush mouth widened and her full lips pressed to his. Their tongues touched and he felt the weights of her breasts shift against his chest. He moved his tongue into her mouth and licked her tongue. One hand held her glass at his shoulder; her other hand moved up under his jacket. He felt the supple contours of her back through the silk of her blouse. Their hips pressed together, they both felt his cock hardening.
Their lips twisted together as their passion increased and he slid one hand down and in with the curve of her back and then out with the lushness of her ass. She murmured into their kiss as he pressed her skirt in against the deep cleavage of her buttocks. She shifted her chest and her ripe tits moved against him.
Gradually, their lips parted and they looked at one another with heavily lidded eyes. They leaned back from their waists and their groins locked tighter together. Her nostrils flared as she felt his hard rod shift against her.
"Yes, that's the way to seal a deal," he said in a tight voice.
"With a kiss and something like sealing wax?" she smiled, squirming against his throbbing erection.
"Yes, indeed," he nodded.
"Like a drink?"
"Yeah," he nodded and she held her glass to his lips and then to her own.
He pressed his hand to the small of her back as she leaned out to put her glass on the table beside his. As she raised one leg and tilted, her body shifted against his in a long caress of his tool. She turned back to him and their loins were again pressed tightly together. She slid her hands up over his chest and slipped his jacket from his shoulders. It fell to the carpet behind him and he began to slip her blouse from the back of her skirt.
Removing his tie, she began to unbutton his shirt as they continued to look into one another's eyes. He felt the firm tendons at the small of her back and then his hand moved to her hip so that he could unbutton and unzip her skirt.
She turned her eyes to the window and he followed her gaze. They were clearly visible to anyone who might look over from one of the other office buildings, or up from the street. They looked at one another and both smiled as they realized they both found the risk of discovery exciting.
Her soft, long-fingered hands moved over his chest and stomach and she began to pull his shirt free of his slacks. Her skirt opened, he eased his hand under her tiny panties and around to the lush projections of her ass cheeks. She murmured and he nibbled at her lips. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and it hung around his elbows as she pressed her clothed breasts against the hardness of his chest.
The heels of his hands against the tops of her ripe buttocks, he spread his fingers over them to squeeze and caress. Their mouths opened and their tongues lapped together. She shifted her hips back and her opened skirt slid down from around her long legs to drape over her feet.
He pressed his fingertips in against the center bases of her nether cheeks and his wrists moved her low-cut panties even lower. Her hands moved against his stomach as she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. He slipped her panties down from her hips and off her fanny. Their tongues thrust and curled together. She gripped his pants at his hips, and shoved them down. The cloth slid along the top of his rigid staff, catching at the rim of his knob, which kept it from springing out against her bared cunny.
Then the pants fell and he felt the humid softness of her muff against the top of his shaft. He moved his hands between them and began unbuttoning her blouse. She twisted her breasts against him through the silk of the blouse and then he was pulling it out from between them.
His eyes nearly closed and he only dimly saw their reflections in the windowed wall as he returned his hands to her fanny. She now wore only her jewelry, her lace garter belt, stockings and heels. Her skirt was around her ankles and his pants were around his ankles. She moved the fullness of her breasts against his chest and he felt the inch-long pegs of her nipples move over his flat nipples. His lips left hers and he kissed her face. She groaned as he shifted his hard rod against her slit. He felt her juices dampen the back of his cock.
"Um, yes," she murmured as he outlined the furls of her ear with the tip of his tongue.
His tongue filled her hearing with the sound of the ocean's roar and she twisted the burn of her nipples against him. His tool shifted against her cleavage, stroking her quivering lips and sending vibrations up into her pulsing clit.
Holding her slender waist, he leaned back from the waist to look at her beautiful face framed by her jet-black hair. The movement thrust his taut length even harder against her furrow. Her mouth opened and he saw her eyelids lower as she savored the tremors of heat that went through her cunt.
He started to suggest moving to the table, but he again looked out at the view and then back to her. She smiled sensuously and he moved his hands down to her hips. She looked down as he eased his hips back. Their stomachs parted, then their hips and she saw his pubic hair pressed to her ebony plume. His hands moved her hips back and she saw the thick base of his shaft. As she was moved back, the tension against his hard length eased and it began to shift around against her quiver. She dampened her full lips.
His hands on her hips and hers upon his shoulders, their bodies were bowed away from one another. His tool hung at a downward forty-five degree angle. As the distance between their loins increased, the angle began to change. Then, his knob was pressing up against the base of her damp cleavage. She forced herself to keep her eyes open even as her mind spun with erotic vertigo. She could see most of his thick length. The flesh was drawn taut around his hardness.
She watched his stiff rod rise as his cock's head pressed up into her. He was watching her face. Her cheeks were flushed and the curved arches of her eyebrows were lifted above her nearly closed eyes. He could feel her warm juices bathing his knob as her velvety soft splay caressed it. He swallowed hard. His heart was pounding.
Then, his cock was jutting out almost straight from his groin. He felt the top of his knob press against the top of her cunt. He looked down. His cockhead was almost concealed within her dewy nest. He lifted his eyes and saw her looking back at him. Her pupils were dilated and her eyes seemed almost as dark as her hair, but framed with gold. Her hips shifted against his hands as she instinctively thrust against the bulbous knob poised at her entrance-way. Gradually, he began to draw her hips toward his own. She gasped with pleasure.
She lowered her eyes and saw her body slowly moving toward his as she enveloped him. She felt his big knob bob up into her palpitating passage. Then, his thick column began to follow, angling upward into her depths. She groaned and her fingers tightened against his shoulders.
He felt her vaginal muscles tighten and loosen around him like a caressing fist. The liquid heat of her nook encased his prod with a sizzling pulsation. Their hips came closer and closer as he moved higher and higher within her. His breathing was ragged. His come was swelling his balls. His stomach tightened as the grippings of her cunny quickened. Then, he was fully within her and their pubic hair was again pressed together.
"Yeah, it's so ... fine," she murmured breathlessly.
He flexed his rod within her as she tightened and loosened around his thickness. Their stomachs together, he moved one hand up from her hip and cupped the big cone of one of her wide-set breasts. Her lips parted against his as he squeezed the plump softness. Her tongue stretched deep into his mouth and their lips joined as they kissed passionately.
The long, full ovals of her buttocks tightened as she arched against him, thrusting against his hardness. Her hands moved over his chest and shoulders as they kissed. She twisted her breast against his hand and she groaned softly as he pinched at her long, dusky-gold nipple. Her depths quaked with heat as he twisted his prick within her. Their bodies pressed tightly together, his pelvis shifted against her and she felt tremors go through her pulsing clit.
"Yes, I'll second that motion," she whispered with a throaty laugh.
"Always love hearing from a stockholder," he smiled.
"Very bullish stock you've got," she gasped as he began to thrust within her.
One hand held at the inswept small of her back, he lowered his face to the rich breast he held. He touched his tongue to the tip of her long, peg-like nipple and she curled her fingers in his hair. He moved his tongue back and forth, flicking the dusky gold nub and she gripped his head to pull his face closer to the rise and fall of her tits.
His lips met the peak of her nipple as his tongue continued to buff it. Slowly, he drew in the pliant length and sucked at it as he continued licking. She groaned with delight and her hips thrust back against his. His mouth opened and his lips moved over the small bands of her aureoles, which encircled her nipples. His tongue washed over them too as he sucked at her big, conical breasts. Her mind spun and her body reverberated with the pulsings of her cunt.
Her head lolled to the side and she became aware that she was looking out at the surrounding buildings. Was anyone watching them? And would they phone the police, or simply watch and enjoy the sight of their lovemaking? A chill of ecstasy went up her back at the thought of the risk of discovery. She pressed her mouth to his ear, tonguing it as he tongued her nipple.
He began to draw his mouth back as he sucked and her tit popped free. She groaned, her hands tightening against his head as he lifted it and they kissed again. He began to pull back a little and then to thrust back fully into her cunt's hot embrace. She groaned as he pulled back a little further each time. The top of his shaft was pressed up against the top of her slit and her clit sparked with pleasure as he slid back and forth.
Their hips eased further and further apart as he drew back. Then, he was thrusting back in, sliding his length into the roiling clutchings of her snatch. She groaned into their kiss and their tongues moved from one's mouth to the other's. She twisted her nipples against his chest. She knew that his tool would be visible, that it was gleaming with the coating of her juices.
Holding her hips, he eased her back from him as he moved his hips back from hers. He felt the wet velvet slide of her cunny around his length. His knob caught at her entrance-way and his hands slid back to her beautiful tush. He gripped the pliant ovals of her ass cheeks and drew her to him as he thrust. They were both groaning now. The electric throbbings of his cock were spreading throughout him. His breathing was strained and his pulse raced.
She began to lean back from the waist and her head dropped back. She clutched at his neck. Her legs were going out from under her. The pulsings of her clit came faster and faster. She moaned. White light blazed behind her screwed shut eyelids. Blasts of heat went through her. Her body straightened as her muscles locked. Her mouth opened wide and she was coming.
She let out a sobbing groan and she shook against him. He saw her expression of rapture and felt her cunt twisting and shaking around his plunging rod. He gripped her tightly to keep her from losing her footing. Gritting his teeth, he tightened the muscles of his groin to hold back the come that was straining for release. He was on the edge of coming himself and his abdomen was filled with lava-like heat.
Her breath broke free and she went limp. He was controlling his breathing. The buzzing in his ears lessened and he felt the climax fade back. She looked up at him with dazed eyes.
"You, you didn't ... " she sighed.
"No, not yet," he smiled.
Holding her to him, he turned and took the few steps to the big board table. She felt the edge of the table indent the fullness of her buttocks and she reached back so that she could ease herself down. Her long legs curled out to either side of him as she dropped back onto her elbows.
"A long-term contract, huh?" she smiled drunkenly and she brushed her long, jet-black hair back from her tanned face. The contours of her firm belly were defined by her posture. "Yeah," she murmured and she moved one hand over his tightened stomach as she lifted her knees toward her tits.
Her panties pulled up against his balls as her feet came up on either side of his hips. She slipped the panties from around one foot after removing her shoe and then she pressed the knee of her leg against one of her firm breasts, indenting it. She removed the other shoe and dropped the panties aside. Resting on her elbow, she reached over and lifted one of the glasses of liquor. Her movements tightened and loosened her still hot nook around his staff.
"Thirsty?" she asked and he nodded.
She sat up a little, pushing up on one arm and held the glass to his lips. He sipped the drink as their eyes held.
"You're not thirsty?" he asked as she put the glass back down.
"Yes," she smiled. "Yes, I am."
She lowered her eyes and he followed them to where his still-hard cock was buried within her.
"Slide out a little?" she suggested and he laughed.
He began to straighten and his tool eased out. He leaned back and more and more of his shaft came into view. She had tightened her cunt and the passage sent a delicious wave of heat through him and she moaned softly. His staff gleamed from the coating of her juices.
With only his knob and the top of his shaft within her, he paused and she curled her long fingers around his thickness. She tightened her hold as she turned her hand around him and his eyes closed to the pleasure he felt. She moved her hand out to the base and back to her cunt. Her hold loosened and he opened his eyes as she lifted her nectar-dampened fingers from between them.
Her lidded eyes stared at him as she slipped her thumb into her mouth. Her fingers curled and she sucked her thumb, looking suddenly like a girl instead of a proud, strong young woman in her early twenties. She slowly drew her hand back until her thumb came free. Then, she sucked her juices from her index finger. He could feel his heart beating. Then, she licked and sucked her little finger.
"Still thirsty?" she asked in a barely audible whisper.
"Yeah," he nodded.
She lifted her hand as he leaned forward. He touched his tongue to her joined center fingers and then began to draw both into his mouth. As he did so, he began to slide back up into her. Her back arched as she felt his mouth moving around her fingers while his cock thrust high into her. Her head dropped back and her eyes closed.
He tasted the delicious nectar from her fingers as he licked and sucked and he began to thrust into her without even realizing it. The blood began to roar within his ears as she twisted her hips against his and tightened and loosened her cunny.
He straightened and her fingers came free of his mouth. She dropped limply to the table. He placed his hands on either side of her on the table and he began to turn and thrust his rod. Her legs rose and her nook arched against him as she pressed her knees against her tits. Her head moved from side to side. He felt the throbbings deepen within his prick. She draped her calves over his shoulder and the backs of her shapely thighs were against his chest.
She shoved up from the table, squirming her splayed cunt against his skewering thrusts. The orgasm she had experienced by the windowed wall rose up again, but it expanded beyond its previous peak. She trembled against him and her hands moved at his hips. She squirmed her tits against her knees. Her depths were quaking with joyous expansions and contractions.
His hands opened and closed against the table and his fingers squeaked against the finish as his fingers pulled. His come was pounding for release from his swollen nuts. His lips pulled back from his clenched teeth. He groaned.
Her body thrust and rocked beneath him. Her thighs shook between his chest and her breasts. Her heels pulled against his back. Orgasms were flaring through her depths and her eyes were closed to the intensity of the pleasures flooding through her.
His tool jumped within her clutching embrace. His balls quivered against her ass. His hands clenched atop the table. His brain spun in a carnal maelstrom. His breath caught in his throat and his head went back. His spend was blasting free.
She felt his length jump within her. The convulsions of her snatch quickened. Her orgasms began to blur together. Her calves pulled against his back, her thighs pressing against his chest. Her eyes opened wide, but she saw nothing. Her orgasms came together and her climax was expanding throughout her. She cried out, but there was no wind to give it sound. Their bodies jumped together. His come began to gush and she reached the zenith of her climax.
Like liquid fire, his jizm raced through his cock. His thoughts blurred. His ears were filled with a buzzing. Then, his juices were hosing up into her spasming depths. His body lifted and his shoulders pressed against the backs of her knees. His face lifted as he came and a long, low groan escaped his throat. His knees buckled and he gripped the table as he passed the peak of his orgasm.
They both went limp and they held one another as they gasped for air. His feet slid back and they rolled onto their sides atop the table.
"That was probably one of the few ... really pleasurable screwings ... that ever happened in a board room," she said after they had gotten their wind back and both grinned.
CHAPTER TWO
Having cleaned up and dressed, Guy asked Karna what she had planned for the evening.
"Why don't we go to my place and ... plan together," she smiled, "some more."
"Sounds like a good idea," he nodded with a grin. "Want to use both our cars, or leave yours here?"
"Let's use yours," she said as they moved toward the elevators. "I'll take a cab in the morning."
They drove out of the building's garage and headed toward her apartment building.
"Didn't feel like driving, but I do feel like shifting the ol' stick shift," she smiled and he glanced down as she opened his pants.
Her fingers curled around his stiffening shaft and she worked it free. He looked down to see her holding the lower half of his shaft in her hand and he wondered if any of the pedestrians next to her side of the car would look in to see the top of his shaft and his knob jutting up from her first. They had stopped for a light and so there was no way to quickly pull away if someone did see them. He had a mental picture of someone yelling for a cop, or of a crowd gathering. Still, he found himself grinning. He looked over and saw that she was grinning too as she moved her fist up and down.
His vision blurred as she stroked his hard cock. A horn honked behind them and he looked forward to see that the light had changed. He drove ahead and they were free of traffic after another block, which was all to the good since he was having to concentrate on driving.
She lowered her head and he lifted one hand from the wheel. The dark spill of her hair moved between his stomach and the wheel and her lips were touching the tiny lips of his knob.
Her lips parted and she began to slowly lick his cockhead. His hands tightened on the wheel as electricity went up his spine and into his brain. He fought to keep his eyes on the road. Her tongue went around the rim of his knob and flicked at its cleft. His heel twisted against the floor of the car as he kept himself from pressing the sole down harder on the accelerator.
She eased her lips down past his knob and began to move her tongue over his veined shaft. Her lips tightened and he felt her cheeks against the top and bottom of his rod as she began to suck. Her lips moved down, lifted and moved back down. It was as if she were sucking on a huge straw, the straw being his cock.
His ass tightened against the car seat as the pulsings in his tool quickened. She moved one hand over his abdomen and cupped his balls with the other. She began to move faster, her head rising and falling as she sucked and licked.
"If we have a wreck, ... you're to blame," he hissed. "Going to put that down ... on the insurance claim."
Despite herself, she began to laugh and had to lift up. Her mouth left his rod and his vision cleared a bit.
"You just missed out on that come, being funny," she laughed.
"Just missed crashing into a tree," he countered. "Besides, we're just about there," he nodded and she turned to see her apartment building ahead.
"Well, I'll get it out of you anyway-and I'm not talking about the truth, exactly," she warned him with a mischievous grin.
"And I'll give it to you," he said as he parked. "And that's the truth, exactly."
With some effort, she managed to get his hard prick back into his pants and get them zipped up. They got out and entered the building.
"You're going to tear your pants," she said as they went up in the elevator.
"It wants back in your mouth," he told her and they got out on her floor.
"I don't blame it at all," she laughed.
"Ah, modesty," he smiled and noticed that she was staring down the corridor.
He followed her gaze and saw a girl seated on the carpet with her back against an apartment door. She had a petite, blossoming, tom-boyish look, dressed as she was in jeans and a jacket. Waving, golden brown hair spilled to her waist and her face was a rich golden brown.
"Hiya, Holly," Karna grinned and the girl stood. "What're you doing here?"
"Oh, Mom said I should return this book," the girl said with a glance toward Guy and she handed a novel to Karna.
"Oh, I'd forgotten all about it. Holly, this is Guy. Guy, this is my niece Holly."
"Nice to meet you," he smiled, guessing that she was about eighteen.
"Yeah," she nodded, being brief without being unfriendly.
"Well, come on in," Karna said as she unlocked the door.
"Huh?" the girl said and as she lifted her eyes Guy realized that she'd been looking at his still obvious erection. "No, thanks, but I've got to meet "my friend Felice."
"The blonde girl, right?" Karna grinned.
"Yeah," Holly laughed and it had a musical sound. "I'm surprised you remembered. I mean, you only met her once."
"Um, but you said she was your best friend," Karna reminded her.
"Right," Holly nodded with a look of respect. "So, catch you later," she said and turned toward the elevators.
"Phone me tomorrow," Karna called after her.
"Okay," Holly nodded as she rang for the elevator and the light rippled like autumn gold along her light sable brown hair.
Holly's large, dark brown eyes met Guy's for a moment and the comers of her mouth curled. Then, the elevator doors opened and he had a glimpse of her denim covered fanny before she was gone. Her ass cheeks had been full globes stretching the fabric, her hips wide.
"Coming?" Karna asked and he turned to her with a blank look. They both laughed as they went inside. "Pretty girl, isn't she?"
"Yeah, but a girl," he shrugged. "And a girl is not a woman."
"I should agree seeing as I'm with you and she's my niece, but ... I wouldn't be too sure about all that when it comes to Holly," she said. "Too bad her mother's such a weak-kneed yawn."
"I gather you're her father's sister," he smiled.
"You know it. He bought it in an accident a couple of years back. So, it's Holly and Jill now," she mused and lifted a double-frame from her desk to give him a glimpse of a picture of Holly one year younger and of an attractive woman with strawberry blonde hair. She tossed it on the couch with a shrug.
"She's a yawn, but you have her picture?" he asked as she mixed drinks for them.
"It wouldn't irritate me if I didn't care for her, her being so dull," she admitted and she handed him his drink.
He took a sip and she took a swallow of hers as she looked at the photos staring up from the couch. She put her glass down and leaned over the back of the couch so that she could retrieve her pictures.
He watched as her skirt draped against the thrust of her ass and contoured to the lush domes. Her long legs were taut. Putting his drink aside, he reached down with his free hand to catch the hem of her skirt and he flipped it up and over her back. She had not put her panties back on before leaving the board room.
One hand on the pictures and the other on the seat of the couch, she looked back over her shoulder with an arched eyebrow. A smile touched one corner of his mouth and of hers.
He slid his hands over the ripe cheeks and touched his thumb tip to the V-shaped cleft above the deep cleavage. He removed one hand and she heard his zipper opening.
She looked down at the Spanish leather of the couch and at the photos. She wished she could see his big cock thrusting out from his opened pants toward her bared fanny. Her head being down, the blood was rushing to it. She swallowed hard and dampened her lips. Would he thrust up into her cunt or slide up into her ass, she wondered and her pulse quickened with anticipation.
He pressed the joined fingertips of one hand to the cleft of her opulent tush and moved them out and down, following the border of one cheek and then along its undercurve. His wrist pressed against his swollen glands as he touched the juncture of the full cheeks. A little sound escaped her lips and her hand tightened on the edge of the couch seat.
Slowly, he moved his fingertips forward. Her feet shifted against the carpet as he touched the base of her full mound. He felt the dampness of her soft pussy lips. His fingers curved as his hand moved between her full thighs and there was only the slightest pressure against her cunt.
Her lips were parted and her eyes were closed. He cupped her mound as if he were holding a delicate flower. Yet, she was more than aware of his touch and of the heat of his hand against the damp heat of her furrow. She saw Holly's face looking up at her with its large, soulful eyes.
Ever so slowly he began to draw his hand back along her cleavage, but with more pressure. His center finger parted her tremoring lips. She groaned softly as she felt his finger's first digit sliding between her petal-like lips. The heel of his hand moved up against the center of her ass. The sound of the ocean was in her ears.
He moved his hand back down with a little more pressure and her slit opened to two of his fingers. He felt the silky hair and her plump lips move against his hand. His fingertips touched her clit and he pressed his thumb against the bud of her anus.
She inhaled sharply. Fire flashed through her ass and electricity sparked in her clit. Her cunt tightened and loosened around his fingers. The fronts of her thighs pressed against the back of the couch and her hips shifted against the top of it. Jill looked up from her photo with her dark blue eyes, her head's angle regal. Through Karna's blurred eyes the mother and daughter, her niece and sister-in-law, seemed to be witnessing her responses to his caresses and her anticipation of his cock entering her.
"Oh, now," she murmured. "Now."
But he did not. Instead, he moved his thumb down from her anus and into the base of her cleavage. His joined fingertips moved over her clit and a wave of heat went through her underbelly. His fingertips encircled the top of her clit and began to shift rhythmically as he bobbed his thumb in the sleek dampness of her cunny. Her teeth indented her full lower lip and her eyes closed to the delicious sensations filling her recesses.
With his free hand, he began to undress. Soon, he was naked except for his shirt and jacket, which hung from the elbow of the arm with which he was stroking her.
His fingertips pressed and relaxed, pressed and relaxed and her clit pulsed deeper and deeper. His thumb turned and shifted, churning the heat building within her nook. Her elbows pressed deep into the leather upholstered couch and her hands clutched the edge. The photos were just in front of her face. Her upper arms pressed in against the outsides of her heaving breasts and their cleavage was deepened as they were forced closer together. Her vision was blurred and her mind swam. There was only the knowing hand shaping exquisite pleasures and the faces before hers.
He cupped her hip with his free hand and worked it around between her and the couch. Then, it was pressing down with the palm against her tightened abdomen. The fingertips touched those of his other hand. Her clit was suddenly between the fingertips, blazing between their shiftings. A blinding surge of ecstasy went through her and she shook between his arms and against the couch.
The orgasm began to ease and his one hand was sliding back along the slit, the thumb leaving the humid harbor of her box. He stretched his arm away from his side and shook his shirt and jacket loose. He was now totally naked while she was dressed except for her panties.
She gasped as his hand shook against her and then it was sliding down. His heel moving against the constant palpitations of her clit, his fingers curled up into the clutchings of her drenched splay. Volcanic floodings went through her.
He had kept from touching her with anything but his hand and arm and her raptures were too great for her to consider that his arm was now free of clothing. She did not realize that he was totally naked. Bending slightly at the knees, he leaned forward. He gripped her hips with his free hand. Her muff was quaking against his shifting hand. His veined shaft moved between her spread thighs and he began to straighten his legs.
"Now," she moaned over and over. "Please, now," and the last word rose as his knob suddenly slipped in against his fingertips.
His hand slid up so that his fingertips replaced the heel at her pulsing pearl and his tool was sliding up into her. Her face lifted as she felt him filling her. Her fingers clawed at the couch and she pushed up on straightening arms. Her request had been granted even as she pleaded. Her clit blazed at his touch and her cunt spasmed around the upward slide of his thick length. She moaned words without hearing them.
His hips pressed against her ass and she realized he was naked. His knob slid against her cervix. Orgasms came in a rapid staccato and her face moved from side to side. Her hair was a blurred cloud of ebony, looking like ink swirling in water. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth was opened wide. Her breath caught in her throat and her cry was without sound.
His hand moved from her hip to her stomach and he pulled her blouse open. He reached into the opened silk and he clasped the resilient fullness of her tit. Her shoulders bunched and her head lowered. She was gasping for breath as orgasms rocketed throughout her mind and body. His cock thrust and turned within the convulsions of her snatch. His fingers buffeted her sizzling apex. His hand squeezed the lush tit she twisted in its hold and her long nipple pulled against his palm.
Gradually, he began to slow his movement and the convulsions began to lessen. She opened her eyes wide in an effort to clear her head. Holly was smiling up at her with last year's braces lacing her white teeth and Jill looked up with enigmatic grace.
She tried to speak, but no words came. Then, he began to draw out of her and alarm showed on her face. She motioned with one hand, but the motion was as vague as her thoughts. His shaft slid down and out and his body moved away from her ass.
"It was so ... Please don't stop yet," she mumbled.
He smiled to himself, but said nothing. His fingers began to shift against her clit again and he tenderly caressed her swollen breast. She gave a little moan of contentment and her arms dropped back to the couch. Her face pressed against the picture of Jill and her breath clouded the image.
He looked down at his prod with its coating of her nectar and at the deep cleavage of her full ass cheeks. He leaned forward again and she gasped softly as his knob touched the base of her slit. Then, it was lifting and pressing between her buttocks.
Her eyes widened and the bulbous cock-head was against her anus even as she realized what he was going to do. Her own juices lubricating him, he worked his knob into the pursed bud. She fought back the reflex to clench her muscles and he was moving up into her rectum.
The tightness of her ass enveloped him with heat and she began to tighten and loosen her rectal muscles. He turned his shaft from side to side as he bobbed it higher and higher. His eyes closing to the hot grip's intense effects, he let his fingers slide back down into her cleavage and the palm of his hand began to shift her clit.
She reached up and squeezed the hand holding her tit. Her bowels surged with flash fires as her clit continued to pulse and her cunt to spasm. She not only could not form words, but now there were not even any thoughts. There was only the movement of his hips and abdomen against her ass, the thick length separating her cheeks and gouging her depths, the hand fingering her box and moving against her clit. She could not focus her eyes on the photos right before her.
She groaned from deep in her chest and her tits trembled with her strained breathing. Her thighs and hips moved against the back of the couch. Her forearms twisted against the seat as her hands clutched it. The tension had drained from her legs. Her underbelly reverberated with peals of luxuriant bliss. Her mind floated and spun in the tidal pull of her orgasmic rushes.
Her ass tightened and loosened around his thrusts as surely as his hand moved against her clit. His own thoughts were becoming mirage-like. Swells of joyous heat went through his length and up into his abdomen. His muscles were locking, his back bent. He lost his hold on her tit and he straightened, his hand moving to her hip. His feet tightened and turned against the carpet as he turned and pumped within the enveloping heat of her backside.
His face became lined as the throbbing became more and more intense. He could feel his come being drawn from him. He felt as if he were in the possession of a fever. His spine was like an electric cable sending blasts of energy from his cock into his brain.
She felt his hand move back over her tightened belly and he gripped her tit as he pressed his body to her back. Their torsos shook together and their hips vibrated. He kissed at her ear and then she felt his teeth lightly indent the nape of her neck. His cock was beginning to jerk within the fiery hold of her ass. The separation between her ass and cunt had become blurred for her and there was only a blast furnace within her and it was opening to spread its blaze throughout her. She cried out breathlessly, having surrendered to the aching need for release, to climax.
His cheek against hers, he shook as he felt his come breaking free. Slowly, his breath began to creep loose in a long, hoarse groan of release. Through slitted eyes, he saw his face and hers reflected in the glass of the picture frames. He saw their matched passion and the enormity of their orgasms. He saw Holly smiling and Jill staring. The photos and reflections overlapped and blurred in his eyes. And his spend jetted up into her bowels, the hot thickness of the brew flooding her heat-filled depths.
Their cries merged into a long, deep wail as her depths reverberated with ecstasy and as his cock jerked and pumped. Their bodies went limp but continued to twitch and jump as her depths spasmed and his cock jumped.
Weakly, he pushed himself to the side as he held onto her tit and cunt and thus held her to him. They slid off the top of the couch's back and dropped in a sprawl on the seat.
"I'm going to have to ... get around to getting ... undressed," she murmured after a minute and they both smiled with the happiness of satiation.
* * *
Karna's sister-in-law and niece, whose pictures had witnessed her and Guy's lovemaking, were, in the flesh, at home.
Jill was in the kitchen preparing dinner. Holly was seated on a stool at the dining room's serving bar, the slatted divider between them folded back.
"So, you got the book back to Karna?" Jill asked without looking up from the vegetables she was cutting.
"Yeah, I just waited around till she showed," Holly nodded as she toyed with a pencil.
"She say anything about dropping by?" Jill asked and she brushed back her mane of waved, strawberry blonde hair.
"Asked me to phone her tomorrow," Holly added with a shrug.
"Oh," Jill said with a note of disappointment.
"Was I supposed to invite her?"
"What? No, I just wondered," Jill said on her way to the refrigerator. "Still, maybe I should've had you ask."
"I can ask when I call," Holly said.
"If you want," Jill shrugged and she paused to take a drink from her iced tea.
"Yeah, okay," Holly sighed. In a way, she agreed with Karna that her mother was dull. She wished Jill would get out more and even date, but every time she suggested it, the reaction was one of disappointment. "She has a neat looking boyfriend." Holly smiled to herself as she recalled his obvious erection.
"Oh?" Jill said in an effort to sound disinterested.
"Yeah, seemed real nice," Holly added with a glance toward Jill, but she saw that her back was to her.
Despite her wish that her mother would date, Holly wondered what her reaction would have been if Guy had been with her mother instead of with Karna. Still, she did not know what her reaction had been to the sight of his big cock pushing his pants out from his thigh. The counter came to just below her breasts and so she was concealed below that point from her mother's eyes. She shifted the heel of one hand against the crotch of her jeans and against the top of the plump bulge her cunny made. A tremor went through her clit and her other hand tightened around the pencil.
Holly imagined her beautiful aunt and the man together. She had seen Karna nude once when they had been changing to swim and she saw her like that now in her mind's eye. She also saw the big cock unbound and thrusting up toward Karna's dark plume. Holly's hand shifted her zipper against the ache of her clit and her fingers pressed the seam below the zipper even deeper into her slit. Her eyes began to close as the pulsings deepened. The wide-set handful of her still blossoming breasts rose and fell beneath her shirt. She bit at her full lower lip in an effort not to moan with pleasure.
She slipped off the stool and dropped below the counter. Her opened mouth widened as she began to come.
"Holly? Where'd you go?" she heard her mother ask.
"Just picking up my pencil," Holly said tightly, hoping that her voice did not sound too strange.
A chill went up her back and the sweet rustling of heat passed through her. She exhaled deeply and then inhaled deeply.
"Did it roll under something?" Jill asked absently.
"Yeah," Holly said in a barely audible voice and she smiled to herself.
What would Jill's reaction have been if she had opened the kitchen's swinging door and seen her? Holly supposed she would have looked hurt and perhaps would have given her a lecture. Still, the idea that her mother was so close, but unable to see her, was too much of a temptation for the girl to resist.
With a mischievous grin, Holly straightened up onto her knees and she pressed her hand down between the firm curve of her belly and the waistband of her jeans. Her fingers slid through the downy curlings of her muff and into the cleavage of her plump cunt lips. She had not realized how damp she had become.
Her eyes closed, she swayed on her knees as she fingered the pulsing of her clit. The scent of her juices mingled with those of the food Jill was preparing. She saw the contours of Guy's knob against the pants, the angle from which it had lifted and the suggestion of his shaft's thickness. Vaguely, she was aware of her mother moving around on the other side of the partition. Again, her mouth opened wide and her breath caught.
The second orgasm was no longer than the first, but much more intense. Breathing raggedly, she worked her hand free of her jeans and sat back against her heels.
"Are you going to set the table?" Jill called as if the girl was in another part of the house and Holly grinned happily at having so successfully avoided detection.
Her face flushed and her eyes sparkling, Holly moved across the roof on all-fours. Standing, she reentered the dining room.
"You call, Mom?" she asked with an innocent expression.
"What? Oh, yes," Jill nodded as she looked back through the serving window. "Are you feeling all right?"
"Wonderful. Why?" Holly beamed.
"Oh, you look a little flushed," Jill said with a trace of curiosity in her expression.
"How about that," Holly nodded and she began to set the table.
She wondered if her Aunt Karna was having as much fun as she had just imagined she and the man were having. She hoped so. She had certainly had fun imagining their fun.
* * *
The next day, Holly sat in the living room with Felice Conway, her best friend. The same age as Holly, Felice was taller and slender, while Holly had a burgeoning fullness to her maturing body. Felice's arms and legs were long and shapely and she would have been called lanky if she had been just a little older.
The two were almost total opposites visually. Holly had rippling sable brown hair that fell to her waist and was parted in the middle; Felice's hair was golden blonde and cut very short and brushed back with the suggestion of a part to the left. Holly's breasts were plump, wide-set mounds; Felice's were wide domes that rose softly from her chest. Holly had a rounded face with a full mouth; Felice had a heart-shaped elfin face with a slightly wide mouth. But in other ways they were very much alike.
"So, what're we going to do today?" Felice asked absently as she leaned back against the base of the couch.
"Um, we could go by and see if Johnny and Pete are going to the beach," Holly suggested as she smoothed her denim bell bottoms against her knees.
"They're out of town with their folks for two weeks," Felice reported with little interest and she stretched her long arms.
"Want to go out to the beach anyway?"
"I guess. Hitching?" Felice asked.
"Unless you've got a car suddenly," Holly grinned.
"It's in the shop today," Felice grinned back and they went up to Holly's bedroom to get swimsuits.
* * *
Having gotten his few duties of the day out of the way, Guy got into his car and left his offices. Driving toward his home, he smiled as he remembered the evening before with Karna and he hoped there would be many more as pleasurable as that had been.
* * *
With their swimsuits on under their clothes and their lotions and such in a tote bag, Holly and Felice began walking toward a convenient spot to hitchhike.
CHAPTER THREE
Holly and Felice passed up several rides. Refusing an offered ride often got them cursed at by the occupants of cars, but that was better than getting raped and/or murdered. Being intelligent girls, they were also cautious.
Being in no hurry, Guy was driving at a steady 30 m.p.h. He saw the two girls ahead when he slowed to catch the light as it turned from red to green. He looked at the long-legged blonde wearing cut-offs and a plaid shirt tied beneath breasts small enough that they weren't visible from where he was due to the loose fit of the shirt. With her short, brushed back hair, she might have looked boyish due to the concealment of her breasts, but there were those long and very shapely legs. The other girl was wearing bell bottoms and a white tank-top of soft cotton. It took a moment for him to realize that he had seen her before and another for him to place her. Passing through the now green light, he smiled and pulled his car over to the curb next to the girls.
As there was only one person in the car, the girls straightened, figuring that this might be a ride they would accept. They leaned forward to look into the car.
"Have you phoned Karna yet?" Guy smiled at the surprised Holly and Felice looked at her with curiosity as to where she knew this man from.
"No, she's still at work," Holly laughed.
"So, where're you headed?" he asked.
"Oh, we're going-" Felice began, but Holly kicked her lightly in the ankle before she could mention the beach and he could not see this due to the closed door.
"Just goofing around," Holly smiled. "Where're you going?" she asked and she opened the door.
"Home," he said as the girl slid in and he watched Felice get in beside her. "Five blocks up and two to the right. If there's someplace nearby, or on the way?" he suggested as Felice closed the door and he checked his rear-view mirror before pulling out.
"Five blocks and two to the right," Holly shrugged and her left shoulder shifted against his right arm.
"Okay," he nodded and he was aware of her thigh against his.
Her sandals on the floor, Felice raised her feet to the dashboard and he looked over at the long legs. The crotch of the cut-off jeans pulled against her and the tendons at the in-sides of her firm thighs were raised. The sun coming in through the windshield gleamed in the fine, nearly invisible flecks of down on her legs.
"We had been thinking about going out to the beach, but ... it's so late already," Holly offered and Felice began to sing softly with a tune playing on the cassette player.
"Yeah and it's probably crowded too," he offered as he turned right onto his street.
"Um and I'm not in the mood for crowds," Holly said. He glanced over to try to read her expression, but she was looking ahead at the street with apparent curiosity.
Holly looked over at Felice with a lightly repressed smile and Felice glanced over at Guy's profile. Felice looked back at her friend, gave a facial shrug and then a little smile as she looked back out through the windshield.
"Home," he said and he turned into his driveway;
"Wow, nice," Holly said as she looked at the Spanish-style house set back from the street and surrounded by heavily boughed trees.
"Yeah, lots of space," Felice said as she noted that the house was also set away from the surrounding houses.
"Nice and private," Holly beamed as they stopped in front of the door.
"Hell, you live in a house too," Felice said. "Me, I'm stuck in an apartment with not only no yard, but paper-thin walls. Private isn't the word for this," she said as she climbed out.
"Yeah, I'd rather have a smaller place with privacy than a mansion built right up against another one," he agreed and he checked the mailbox before unlocking the door. "Ladies," he said and pushed the door open for them.
Grinning, they went inside. He noted the full thrusts of Holly's oval buttocks against the worn denim of her pants. Felice's ass flowed down and out from her high, full hips to form a pert, upside-down heart shape. There was a wedge-shaped hollow at the tops of her thighs just under the center of her fanny.
"Great," Holly said as she looked around the living room that was both long and wide.
The dark wood of the polished floor and the beams of the ceiling contrasted well with the beige stucco of the walls. The furnishings were economical in number, which accented the Moorish style of the house. A huge rug that could have carpeted a small room was in front of the big fireplace.
Dropping his mail on the coffee table, he rang his answering service while the girls looked around. He gave his code number and listened as the operator gave him his calls. He thanked her and hung up as he continued to watch the rolling gait of Felice that shifted her hips from side to side.
"Your aunt will be tied up with meetings till late," he told Holly.
"Sounds like she's into bondage, doesn't it-being tied up?" she offered and they smiled.
"Did you two have any lunch?" he asked and he turned toward the kitchen.
"Oh, don't bother," Holly said.
"No bother. I haven't eaten, myself," he told them and they watched him go into the kitchen.
"That the guy you were talking about being at Karna's?" Felice whispered.
"Yeah," Holly grinned.
"The one with the hard-on, huh?" Felice prompted and both giggled when Holly nodded energetically.
"Well, I still think you were exaggerating, Holly."
"Okay, you wait and see," Holly told her imperiously.
"What're you going to do?" Felice asked, and her widening eyes made her look even younger than she was.
"Oh, don't be dumb," Holly told her, "I'm just going to ... get a rise out of him. Just so you can see, of course," she said soberly.
"Oh, of course," Felice nodded gravely and they both laughed.
"Can I look at your magazines you just got?" Holly called as she saw there was a copy of Old as well as Newsweek.
"Sure," he called out from the other room and Felice looked over her shoulder as she slipped through the magazine.
Holly flipped to photos of an attractive couple making love. Both of them viewed the pictures with a mixture of interest and of amusement based partially on nervousness.
"How come they don't show his cock?" Felice asked. "They show her pussy."
"Maybe it wasn't big enough," Holly shrugged and flipped to pictures of a slender girl who looked like she could have been Felice's older sister. "She's pretty," she commented, but Felice wrinkled up her nose, which curved slightly above its flattened tip.
The next picture spread was of a woman with melon-like breasts. One photo took up two pages and seemed almost life-sized. Holly folded the magazine to show only the second page, which was almost filled with the model's huge tits and she held the picture up before Felice's chest. It created an effective illusion and Felice looked down at the image of the big naked tits on her chest. She gave an expression of caricatured sexuality, opening her mouth breathlessly and she licked at her lips.
Giggling, they put the magazine down as they heard Guy coming toward the kitchen doorway. They inhaled deeply and lifted their heads as they tried to look very proper. But they looked at one another and broke up. He grinned at them and carried a tray over to the low coffee table near the fireplace.
"You two drink wine?" he asked on the way back to the kitchen and they looked at one another.
"Sure," Holly called out after Felice shrugged and they looked over the assortment of sliced cheeses, crackers and sausage slices. "Looks good," she commented and glanced at a plate with slices of avocado.
"Actually, I figure you've had stronger things to drink than wine," he said as he returned with the bottle and glasses, "but I figured I should ask."
"Sure," Holly smiled and she watched him fill the glasses.
"He's giving us food and wine, Holly. We should provide some refreshments," Felice suggested with a questioning look.
"Right," Holly nodded and he looked from one to the other as he put the bottle down.
Felice rummaged in the tote bag as he sat down. There were large pillows for them to lean back against. Felice brightened and she raised a hand-rolled joint triumphantly.
"You smoke grass?" Holly grinned.
"Yeah," he answered after a moment's pause and smiled at the reversal of question and response.
He lit the joint for Felice and her cheeks drew in as she inhaled deeply, accenting her wide, high-set cheekbones, which even normally directed the eyes toward the corners of her mouth. She handed him the slowly burning cigarette and he inhaled the pungent smoke in short draws until his lungs were filled. Holly nodded with appreciation and took it from him. Her small hand was soft against his.
They passed the doobie around until there was only the roach, which they deposited in the ash tray. All three leaned back against the pillows, feeling very mellow as they began to eat.
The sun spilled through the double, cranked windows and through the opened shutters to gleam from the polished wood of the floors. Birds were singing in the trees outside. The house was far enough back from the street so that the only sound from the occasional car that passed was a light hum.
"Too bad it isn't cool enough for a fire," Holly said as she looked toward the fireplace.
"Yeah," he agreed as he refilled his glass and Holly's when she held it out. "You?" he asked Felice and she looked at him for a moment before the question registered and she nodded.
He turned on the stereo and returned to the big rug. They sat sprawled on the tan and gold carpeting as they sipped their wine. Humming along with the music, Felice stared absently at the trees outside. Her long legs were spread wide before her. The legs of the cutoffs had opened from the insides of her thighs and he could just see the blue of her bikini bottoms and the inner bases of her ass cheeks.
Holly took a hair clip from the tote bag and fastened it to the edge of the roach. She relit it as he watched.
"Not much left," he observed laconically.
" 'Nough for a toke," she said quickly and she inhaled until there was only paper left, which she put in the ash tray.
She motioned for him to lean toward her, and he did. She nudged Felice's foot with her own and the girl turned dreamy eyes to watch Holly press her lips to Guy's. He opened his mouth against the girl's and he inhaled as she slowly exhaled the smoke into his mouth. He was aware of the intimacy of their grass-kiss and of the softness of Holly's full lips. He caught the scent of her cologne mixed with that of the grass. His eyes heavily lidded, he let his head drop back as she sat back and he held the smoke in his lungs.
The corners of her mouth curled up, Holly turned her eyes to Felice. Felice's eyes were on the crotch of Guy's pants. Though he had only dimly been aware of it, his prick had filled with blood as Holly had kissed him and it was now tenting his trousers up from his thigh. Felice shifted her eyes to Holly's and nodded as she admitted that her friend had not been exaggerating.
Both of them grinning broadly, the girls let their heads drop back against the pillows. He let the smoke drift out of his lungs and his mouth. Holly and Felice finished their wine and he picked his glass up.
The music of Fleetwood Mac sounded gently and soothingly from the stereo. The afternoon sun shifted the pattern of shadows on the floor as a light breeze touched the trees. Holly refilled their glasses.
All sense of time lost, he stared up at the dark wood of the beams. Thinking about the day before with Karna, his cock remained hard.
Sipping at her wine, Felice shifted down lower into the big pillow. She put her glass aside and let her eyes close as she moved imperceptibly to the rhythms of the music.
Smiling to herself, Holly rested her glass on the firm curve of her stomach. Her soft, pink bikini top just showed through her white tank-top. Looking over at Felice, she wondered if the girl was in one of her music trances, which she could go into whether stoned, or not, or if she was napping. She turned her eyes to Guy and saw that his were closed and that he was smiling. She lowered her eyes to the hard rise his member made against his slacks and she wondered what he was thinking about.
Holly let her eyes almost close. The lashes of her upper and lower lids touched and the light caught in the long lashes to make starlike shafts. She thought about having seen him the day before and how she had fantasized about him and Karna while she had fingered herself. She remembered how close her mother had been as she had imagined his hard rod naked. And now he was hard again and was lying only a few feet from her in his living room.
He remembered seeing her seated against Karna's door and how her jacket had hidden all but her tush from view. He also remembered her eyes lowering to the sight of his obvious erection. And he again saw her photo over Karna's shoulder as they came, the face showing innocence and intelligence, her open smile revealing braces that had not detracted from her youthful beauty. And now the girl and the best friend she and her aunt had talked of, were with him in his living room. The scent of the grass still in the air and the taste of the wine in his mouth, he thought of the feel of her lips against his as she had passed the smoke from her lungs to his.
He let his head loll to one side as he opened his eyes and he widened them fully in an effort to clear his head. He could not tell if they were asleep or not, but he was pretty sure that Felice was.
Looking at Holly, he tried to detect the changes in her face from when the photo had been taken, but he could not see them. Still, being stoned had removed any tension from both of their faces, and he was sure, from his own. The sunlight reflecting off the polished floor struck gold highlights in the long, wavering spill of her hair over the pillow and the dark sable of the unlit areas was complemented by the pale blue of the pillow.
He noted the wide, curved span of her forehead into her temples and into the full arches over her eyes, widening as it angled down lightly from the parted flow of her hair. Below the slender, dark brown of her eyebrows were the full curves of her brow and then the curves of her closed eyelids with their long lashes. Her nose was distinct, angling out from just below the wide separation of her eyebrows and then suddenly dropping off at the nostrils and finally angling back down to touch the shallow cleft of her upper lip. Her cheekbones were rounded and large without being defined in the curves of her girlish face. The shallow below her almost pouting lower lip was wide and it accented the oval jut of her chin.
Her neck was of average length and it widened out gracefully into her slender shoulders. Her chest curved out from below her lightly defined collarbones and continued into the rises of her wide-set and still maturing breasts. He could see the pale pink of her bikini top beneath the white tank-top.
Her waist was neither thin nor wide, but her hips widened from it nicely. Her torso curved forward from the shoulders to her navel and then down and in, to between her full thighs. Her back curved forward from her shoulder blades into the small of her back and then down and out with the long globes of her full ass. Her hips were correspondingly long and the fronts of her thighs curved out from next to the sides of the middle of her abdomen. Her elbows came even with her hips and her wrists even with the base of her mound. Her hands were small, but seemed large in contrast with her arms since she was not yet fully grown.
He had no idea how long he had been looking at her. And it took him several moments before he realized that her eyes were open. He did not look away. The dark, golden-brown eyes held his.
She was tempted to remark on the feeling of quiet peace in the room, but she could summon up neither the energy to form the words nor inhale deeply enough for them. And she did not want to break the mood.
A clock ticked softly somewhere in the room. The leaves rustled outside and a phone rang in a nearby house until it was answered or the caller gave up. Holly's breasts rose and fell. His shaft went fully rigid again.
She swallowed and dampened her lips. Slowly, she lifted the wine glass from her stomach and took a sip. A smile touched his lips and she smiled too. She lowered the glass and then she paused as something from the comer of her eye registered. She looked down and he looked too. There was a half-circle of purple on her top from where the base of the glass had rested.
"I ... need to rinse it before ... it sets in," she said in almost a whisper.
He nodded and pointed toward the right side of the adjoining bedroom. Putting her glass on the table as she stood, she swayed unsteadily for a minute and gave him a giddy smile.
He watched her full ass cheeks shift against the thin denim as she crossed the room, the bedroom and then entered a bathroom. A moment later, he heard water running in the sink. He looked over at Felice. Her arms hung limply at her sides and her head was turned into the pillow. Her breathing was shallow and regular.
He pushed himself up from the pillow and ate a piece of cheese before taking another sip of wine. The water added a crystalline undercurrent to the sound of the music. He looked down at his erection.
Using cold water, she rinsed the wine stain from the top and then spread it on a towel atop the tiled area beside the sink. She looked at the large mirror above where the top was and considered her reflection.
She touched joined fingertips behind and above her ears and hooked her thumbs under her hair. Her thumbs went back and in, pushing the hair and her hands came forward and down for her fingertips to catch the remaining hair. She pushed her hair back and let it spill down till it touched the top of her fanny and the waistband of her pants. With a teenager's perspective on the action, she moved a tissue over her face, taking the glow from her forehead.
Her bikini top's triangles of cloth just covered her breasts, but did cover them. Still, due to the way her chest and pectorals merged with the tops and outsides of her tits, it seemed smaller than it was. Her movements against the big pillow had loosened the strings' bow between her shoulder blades and the one at the nape of her neck. She considered tightening them but decided not to.
Leaning forward with one arm on his raised knee, he poured the last of the wine into his glass. He turned his head and saw her crossing toward the double doorway to the bedroom. He inhaled deeply at seeing her wearing only the bikini top and not the tank-top.
Their eyes met and she smiled shyly. Her belly's curve was taut and there were light shallows to the sides and a downy indentation that ran down to the deep socket of her navel's pouting furl. The tops of her hips showed above the waistband of her pants and they were padded bulges separated from the narrowing sweep of her stomach by the most subtle of shallows.
"I laid it out to dry," she explained and he nodded with a smile.
She reached down for her glass but saw that it was empty.
"I'm afraid I just emptied the bottle. But I've got another one in the fridge," he said and began to rise.
"That's all right," she said softly and her fingers touched even more softly at his shoulder.
He sat back and looked into her eyes as she knelt before him.
"After all, there was only one toke on the joint left and we shared it," she whispered and there was a gleam in her eyes.
Both of them smiling, he nodded after a movement and their eyes held as he raised his glass to his lips. He took a small swallow and put the glass to the side without swallowing. She was leaning forward. He touched his fingertips to the soft lobe of one of her small ears. She felt his fingertips pull her toward him and she leaned toward him from her knees. Her hand was still at his shoulder.
Their eyes remained open even as their lips touched. He felt the satin softness of her plump lower lip shift against his. She lowered her head to the side and his followed. Their lips tightly together and their mouths opened.
Her hand tightened on his shoulder and her eyelids lowered as the wine trickled into her mouth. It touched her taste buds and there was a hum in her ears. His fingers slid back through the soft spill of her hair until the tips found the indentation at the base of her skull. The last of the wine flowed into her mouth, but their lips remained joined. Her hand moved down his arm. His heart was pounding.
Their lips slowly parted and their deepened breaths rustled against one another's mouth. Their eyelids lifted a little. Her eyes were dilated. He felt the bowed strings at the nape of her neck against his fingertips. Their knees were touching and the contact was hot. Electric energy flowed from his cock and swirled in his abdomen.
"I ... she began, but faltered and she turned her head to look toward her sleeping friend. The tip of her pink tongue moved between her lips.
He lowered his eyes. Leaning forward, her loosened bikini top curved out from the beckoning blossoms of her young breasts. His eyes followed their inner curves down and out. Below, he saw the rise of his prod.
"Should I open the other bottle?" he asked as he looked at her profile and his voice was low and husky.
"I ... " she began again and she looked back into his eyes. There was something overwhelmingly guileless in her gaze, as there was in her smile. "I and my boyfriend, we have an ... understanding," she said simply.
From an adult, the words would have been pleasing, but not unusual. However, the honesty and sophistication, coming from her lips, was too much to resist. He leaned forward and drew the hand cupped against the nape of her neck toward him.
Their lips pressed tightly together again and opened again, but this time it was his tongue rather than wine that flowed into her mouth. And she found it even more to her taste.
His other arm went around her waist as her hands moved along his sides. They dropped back onto the big pillow as their lips writhed around the passionate thrusts and curlings of their tongues. A light moan sounded from their joined mouths.
She moved her hands over his back, feeling the muscles beneath the covering of his shirt. His forearm and hand caressed the small of her back and his fingers touched against the bow between her shoulder blades. He touched both bows, but he did not open them. His fingers slid under the lower strings instead.
Their breathing quickened as they slowly rolled from side to side. He felt the plump rise of her breast against his chest and the beating of their hearts was rapid.
The movements of their lips eased and their tongues began to move with a languid lapping as they basked in the sensual bliss of their kiss. His legs had stretched out and hers were between his. She could feel the rigid hardness of his rod against the inside of her thigh.
Her hands moved up under his shirt and her spread palms glided over his back. They murmured happily into one another's mouth, and their eyelids parted as their mouths began to part. Their lips clung to one another as if reluctant to end the kiss and then came loose.
Their lips remained parted due to their ragged breathing. Their bodies pressed together, they looked into one another's eyes. He felt the warm lushness of her petite body against his and the primal pulsings of his loins. She felt the palpitations of her pearl and the stiff length pressing against the inside of her thigh.
She slid one hand around from his back and up between their stomachs. Neither pulled back and her hand squirmed between them as she squeezed each button on his shirt through its eyelet. He felt the warmth of her hand and the silky tautness of her stomach against his stomach.
His shirt open, she looked down. The clock ticked softly. She lowered her face and the lustrous spill of her hair caressed his cheek and lips. She touched her lips to the fine hairs of his chest and her tongue flicked at them. His eyes closed and his hand tightened between her shoulder blades.
She moved her lips over his chest and she felt the muscles tense beneath his tanned flesh. She licked at his flat nipples and she heard the intake of his breath despite the oceanic roar in her ears.
She gave him a long kiss at the center of his chest and she lifted her flushed face. Lidded and dilated, their eyes met again. His hand turned at her back and he caught the end of one string. He began to pull and the strings slid against one another as the bow began to open. The strings parted and one dropped against her back while he held onto the other. The neck strings holding the top up, one triangle slid from the outside of one soft, delicious breast. The surrounding flesh was a warm, golden brown while her breast was only lightly tanned.
He drew the string around and she lifted her arm, surprised at how heavy it seemed to have become. His hand touched his own shoulder as the string became taut between his hold and where it joined the triangle of soft pink. His hand slid slowly along his collarbone toward his throat and the fabric began to curl up and toward the center of her breasts.
Her breath had caught as she felt the cloth begin to furl away from her flesh and she watched him as he stared down at the gradual revelation. The triangle lifted from the rim of her aureole without him realizing it at first. The slight rise was almost exactly the same soft, dusky pink as the top. His hand paused for a moment. He looked into her eyes and saw his expectant expression reflected in her enlarged pupils.
He looked back down. The cloth lifted over the erect stud of her nipple that was a degree darker than the aureole. His hand was against the side of his throat and he could feel the rapid pulse of his jugular. His fingers opened and the string trailed downward to curl between her covered breasts and her bared breast. He watched her tit rise and fall.
His hand moved away from his throat and he touched his fingertips to hers. The side of his forearm touched the inside of her naked breast and she trembled against him. He touched his lips to hers and his hand moved down. She felt his arm slide against her tit and against her stomach.
The back of his hand rested against the inside of the ripe dome. He slowly turned it against the satin plushness as he lowered his face. Her one arm around him under the opened shirt, her other hand gripped his shoulder with anticipation.
His lips shifted at the shallow of her throat and they drifted out to the side and over the string connected to the loosened triangle. He moved his kisses over the swelling of her chest, the firmness of the pectoral where they blended and then down over the sweep onto her breast. A little sound escaped her throat as she inhaled sharply. She clutched him to her. His lips flexed around the shifting tip of his tongue. She swallowed yet again. He kissed the outside of her breast as he moved the back of his hand against the inside. She felt feverish. His mouth moved down and in, following the under curve of her firm, uptilted tit. Her hips pressed harder against him. His hand turned and his palm curved against the inside of her covered breast. His mouth moved up over the inside of the softly tanned, diminutive globe. She pressed her lips to the top of his head.
She wanted to plead for him to kiss her nipple, but his lips continued to move around her aureole. The hardened nub burned. Her breathing was coming in gasps. Neither of them was clearly aware of his fingers opening the bow at the nape of her neck.
The other string slid down her chest and his hand moved over her breast, pushing the cloth away from it and covering it himself. She groaned as his flesh moved over hers and as his palm pulled across the chafing burn of her nipple. He closed his fingers, the heel of his hand pressing up against the outer base of her tit and his thumb pressed against the inner curve. She accented the natural arch of her body to force her tit against his hand.
He lifted his head from the sweetness of her breast. Gradually his head cleared a little. Her lips were parted to speak, but no words came from them. She trembled with excitement and his head spun with it. Felice still slept. He leaned back a little and he raised his glass to Holly's lips. He tilted the glass as she raised her face and the wine passed into her mouth. The bikini top dropped slowly to the floor beside them. He put the glass back. He moved his one hand over the supple flow of her naked back. She slid one hand up over his chest and between his shirt and his shoulder. They suddenly brought their mouths back together.
Their tongues swirled in the wine as it flowed from her mouth to his and back. She pushed the shirt off his shoulder and down his arm. She hugged him tightly and his hand released her breast. She ground the soft weights against the hardness of his chest and he felt the incredible softness of them and the hardness of her nipples burning against him. His hands moved up and out from the inswept small of her back and he held the backs of her shoulders. The shirt freed from one arm, it hung from the elbow of the other. They pressed their naked chests and stomachs together with a fierce yearning, gripping one another.
Holding her tightly to him, he began to rise. Her arms encircled his neck. They lifted up to their knees. Their mouths turned from side to side against each other's. They pushed up onto their feet. He pressed one hand to the small of her back, slid the other down over the lush swells of her buttocks and he pressed his hand up against their undersides. Her feet lifted from the floor as he held her to him. She felt his hand against the base of her anal cleavage and his cock against her pulsing mound and her thigh.
He staggered slightly as vertigo spun his thoughts for a moment. They both swallowed the wine in their mouths. Her knees lifted and her curled legs pressed against the out-sides of his thighs. He moved his other hand down from her back and he cupped the base of each luxuriant buttock. Her knees moved up along his sides and her calves went around behind him so that she could cross her ankles against his buttocks.
Reluctantly, they interrupted their kiss and she dropped back from the waist. Her joined forearms pressed against the back of his neck and shoulders. He smiled at her and she grinned back. He looked down at the succulent rises of her breasts and the swell of her stomach. She looked down at his muscled chest and flat stomach. They both looked toward the bedroom, smiled at one another and he began to carry her toward the large bed beyond the double doorway.
Felice continued to sleep, smiling contentedly in her dreams.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rain clouds were blowing inland from the ocean and the air was crisp. There was the scent of the sea in the air and the light coming through the bedroom windows was softened by the clouds.
Holly seemed weightless in his arms as he carried her through the double doorway. Her elbows over his shoulders, she slid her fingers through his hair and her legs squeezed his waist. He stopped at the foot of the bed and he felt it against his calves. Her ankles uncrossed and her legs slowly slid down and around him, caressing his ass and legs. Standing as she did on the end of the bed, her eyes were a little higher than his.
His hands loosened against the lush cushions of her fanny and began to move over them. He lowered his face and pressed his lips to the hillocks of her breasts. Her satiny flesh was hot. His kisses circled her breasts and her fingers tightened in his hair as his lips flexed against her swollen breasts and they moved in spiraling circles that brought them to the rims of her aureoles. His hands flexed against her ass and his fingers kneaded the firm pillows beneath the worn denim.
Her nipples were swollen with a searing heat, but his lips stopped at the edges of the soft, dusky pink rims encircling the erect studs. Her elbows pressed down hard and the muscles in her arms and shoulders tightened. She pushed her breasts against his face and turned in an effort to bring her nipples to his lips, but he avoided them and their yearning was prolonged.
"Oh, please ... kiss them too," she murmured breathlessly.
Instead, his lips touched between her breasts and began to move down along the indentation leading to her navel. Her face lifted toward the ceiling and her forehead lined as his lips and tongue formed arabesques upon the firm curve of her belly. Her mouth was open and her eyebrows lifted from above her closed eyes. Her body trembled against him. She could have lifted her hands to her nipples, but she did not.
The cloud-veiled sunlight tinted her golden brown tanned flesh to an amber color so pale as to resemble alabaster. The pale pink of her nipples were like carnation buds. Pale gold threadings of down gleamed along her forearms and along the center of her stomach.
His tongue's tip pressed into the socket of her navel and turned against the raised furls. His joined fingertips were working the under-curves of her full ass cheeks. His lips tightened and he sucked his tongue from her navel.
His head moved from side to side and he kissed the shallows to either side of her stomach and the padded ridges of her hipbones. His hands slid up over the resilient globes of her backside and around her hips. He kissed along the waistband of her bell bottoms, following the juncture of her stomach and her abdomen.
He kissed back up alongside her stomach and his fingertips met at the snap of her pants. The sound of the snap opening seemed almost loud and was very distinct in the silence of the house. Otherwise, there was only the sound of their deepened breathing and the sound of their blood roaring within their ears.
The backs of his fingers curled against her stomach as he caught the opened top of her pants. With his other hand he gripped the tab of her zipper. His lips drifted lightly over the base of her stomach. Slowly, he began to lower the tab. The teeth of the zipper clicked apart pair by pair. The denim parted from her abdomen, which seemed simply a continuation of her stomach due to the forward curve of her body and then from the pale pink of her bikini bottoms. The zipper open, his fingers let go of the opened waistband and the cloth spread in a wide-topped Vee.
He kissed her bared abdomen. She felt his lips and tongue ease down along the inside of one hip, then along the top of her bikini bottoms and up the inside of her other hip. His thumbs slid between her hips and the denim and he began to work her pants down. His palms shifted against her hips and his curved fingers pressed down along the outsides of her ass.
The downward movement of the form-fit-ting pants pulled at the bikini bottoms and the pale down began to darken where the pink fabric moved down. The pants slid off the arch of her fanny and dropped below it. His hands curved against the outsides of her bared thighs. They were full, narrowing down from where they merged with her hips.
The front triangle of pink rose from the juncture of her thighs, widened as it followed the curve of her mound and bordered it and the corners just touched the insides of her hips. The thin strings went out from the corners of the triangle to encircle her hips and they were bowed at her hips with the strings of the rear triangle.
Her thighs were as smooth as marble, as soft as velvet and as warm as desert dunes. The light caught in the down below the converging lines of the pink Vee. His lips brushed the minute flecks of gold and his tongue traced the edge of the cloth. She murmured from deep in her chest as he painted her thighs with kisses. His right hand moved along the outside of her left thigh as his left hand slid her pants down past her knees. The bell bottoms dropped around her ankles. His knees bent, he moved his mouth up and down her thighs. The heels of her hands pressed against his head as her straightened arms pushed in against the outsides of her swollen breasts.
The inside of his elbow shifted against the outside of her knee as the soft inside of his forearm moved up against the backs of her thighs. The edge of his thumb pressed against the base of one luxuriant cheek and his fingers curved up around the back of her thigh. His other hand caressed her calf, moved over her slender ankle and he gathered the denim encircling it. Supporting her swaying body with his arm and the pressure of his chest against her leg, he lifted her foot to slide the pants free of it. In a moment, the other leg was freed and the light blue denim was a furled drape on the dark wood of the floor.
Her body listed from the waist, moving from side to side. Only his hold kept her from dropping limply back onto the bed. Keeping his hold on her left thigh, he moved his right hand to her right leg as he straightened a little and he turned her slowly around in a dreamlike pirouette. Her blurred gaze moved over the wall, over a signed print of Barry Smith's The Enchantment and she saw herself dimly reflected in the frame's glass. She turned toward the windows and she saw the rose bushes by them and the boughs of the trees swaying in the rising breeze. Drops of rain spattered against the glass as he turned her body between his arm and chest. Then she was facing the head of the bed. She had not noticed the mirror hanging at an angle above it until now. She saw her long tousled hair framing her passion-blurred face and the rise and fall of her bared breasts. His arm was now around the front of her thighs and the inside of his forearm was just below her tremoring mound.
He kissed the winglike rises of her shoulder blades, as he gathered her waist-length hair in his free hand and he slid it over one shoulder as he kissed it and its mate. His legs began to bend again as he moved his kisses over the supple contours of her back and down and in with the curve of her torso. The drops of rain were coining faster.
He slid his tongue down the curved shallow of her spine and he kissed the rises of the tendons to either side of its base and the delicate dimples they created. His lips drifted out and down from the small of her back until they met the top of her buttocks.
He half-knelt and his lips moved over the backs of her trembling thighs. She watched in the mirror but could only see his one arm, the hand of the other and his shoulders. His kisses adorned the lengths of her full, shapely legs and sent flickerings of pleasure up into their juncture. His hold brought her thighs back together and he began to slide his tongue up against their meeting as he straightened.
She groaned with ecstasy as his tongue moved closer and closer to the pulsing desire of her loins. He caught the sweet essence of her juices as his nose touched against her bottom and he turned his tongue as it came to the cloth. Her groan took on a note of yearning.
His hand went to one hip and he untied the strings. The hand of the arm before her - lifted and he held the front panel's string to her hip as the back panel draped down from one succulent orb. Her bottom was as soft as any infant's and as gloriously shaped as any grown woman's could be. His parted lips just grazed the softly tanned flesh as he moved them over the full cheek. His free hand replaced the other to hold the string in place and a moment later he was holding both of her hips and the strings of the front panel. The pale pink cotton dropped fully away from her tush and draped against the backs of her thighs.
His lips grazed over her other buttock like a caressing breeze and then he began to truly kiss both of the opulent orbs. Her eyes were almost closed as waves of joy moved through her, steady and undulating passages; her pearl's pulsings were like a beacon in the building maelstrom.
He pressed his lips against the triangular cleft at the top of her anal cleavage and he turned his tongue against it. She moaned softly and her knees buckled. The muscles in his arms stood out in relief as he held her up. Tensing his tongue, he pressed it into the lush juncture and began to move it down between the soft cheeks. The satiny pillows caressed his nose, chin and cheeks.
She gasped for air as she felt his tightened tongue move down between her buttocks and then over her reflexively tightening anus. His face pressed against her opulent fanny, he moved his tongue down over the petal-soft space between the base of it and the base of her cunny. He could almost taste her. She quivered like the boughs outside. He filled his lungs with her fragrance. Wind chimes sounded next to one of the living room windows. He held the tip of his tongue poised at the base of her cleavage. Slowly, he leaned back. She gave an imploring moan and then he was turning her again.
Her eyes moved past the mirror, over the wall and then over the louvered doors separating the bedroom from the living room. She caught a blurred glimpse of the sleeping Felice. His one arm was against her bare backside, the hand holding the string of the front panel to her hip. His other arm was across the fronts of her thighs, his hand holding the other string in place. Vertigo spun her consciousness as she looked down at him.
His face was flushed and his breathing was ragged. He was looking at the triangle of pale pink cotton that was the only covering that now remained. He looked up into her glassy eyes and she found herself smiling dreamily as he grinned up at her. His lips and tongue had bathed her body with thrilling kisses, denying only her nipples and aureoles and her cunny- which was now before his face.
He began to loosen the pressure of the strings. The top of the triangle curved out toward him. Soft curlings of gold and sable showed at the base of her abdomen. She watched his smile broaden and his breath deepen and her toes curled tightly against the foot of the bed. His thumbs were now just touching the strings and they began to slowly slide between them and her hips. The curve of the cloth increased and the soft pink draped away from the plump rise of her mound. The sable hairs curled in soft ringlets. The shallows between her hips and stomach deepened with her abdomen and became shallow furrows alongside her box.
The strings came free of his hold and the cloth dropped against her thighs. Her labia were plump hillocks beneath the inverted pyramid of curls that narrowed downward so that the base of her pussy was bared fully to the eye. White-gold down gauzed the lower curves of her mound down and in between her thighs. The curls were damp over her slit. He again filled his lungs with the rich essence and his eyes closed as he savored the scent. Her breath caught and she shook as a flurry of liquid fire went through her.
He lowered his face and she tensed with expectation as she assumed he was about to kiss her cunt. Instead, he caught the bikini bottom between his teeth and leaned back as he lifted his head. The cloth pulled through from behind her and between her legs to come free. He dropped the cloth. His tool throbbing deeply, he looked at the splendor of the naked girl's body and he inhaled deeply with an awed shake of his head. She smiled with sheer delight.
He wanted to stretch his tongue out against her slit and curl it right up into her dewy cleavage. But he forced himself to delay that and not to rush it at this point.
His thumbs moved down along her hips and his hand swept back and down to cup the full cheeks of her ass. He touched his lips to where the top of the triangle had been. Her fingers again tightened in his hair as he kissed back and forth and moved his lips lower with each sweep. His chin brushed the silky curls and then his lips were against the top of her muff.
He tilted his head to the side and his kisses moved over the area between her muff and her hip. He turned his head to the other side and kissed there. His lips went lower and pressed into the succulent shallow between her nest and her thigh. He pressed his tongue down into the lushness and stretched it downward. He moved his face back to the other side and tongued the shallow there. Now, there were only her nipples and aureoles and her mound that he had not kissed. His lips began to nuzzle the minute flecks of down and the tender flesh of her labia. She inhaled hoarsely and again her body shook with an orgasm.
His joined fingertips were against the inner bases of her ass cheeks and he kneaded the flesh to send additional flurries of pleasure into her loins. His lips moved up and over the golden-brown fur. His tongue slid through the thicket and pressed against the quivering flesh beneath. His mouth moved up to the apex of her crest and then back down until he had kissed all of her mound save that portion between her closed thighs.
"Oh, yes. Please, yes," she pleaded in a wavering whisper and his lips touched the dampened curls over her slit.
He eased his lips down over the moist ringlets until his lower lip was against her thighs. The movement shifted the curls against her flexing slit. He opened his lips and she felt the warm flutter of his breath against the burning need of her cunt lips. He sucked at the soft hair and the faintest trace of her taste touched his palate.
The roots of the hairs to either side of her furrow shifted subtly as he sucked upward. Her arms were straightened, her shoulders were back and her hips were thrust toward him. The natural arch of her body was heightened as she trembled with expectation. His tongue touched the hairs at the top of her slit and it stretched down to curve above the damp juncture of her lips. Slowly, he pressed his tongue toward her. The curls moved against her lips and then pressed against them. His tongue pressed against her cleavage and she came with a sharp catching of her breath.
His one hand slid from the base of one buttock to the other and his forearm was against the uptilted undercurves. His other hand lifted to the middle of her back and he was rising as he lifted her back toward the bed. Gravity seemed to dissolve for her. She was floating back and down. Her clit spasmed against the curved press of his tongue. Her arms stretched out to her sides and flailed the air. Her legs were against his chest and stomach and her joined feet felt the hard length of his cock.
Her thoughts ran together and blurred. The orgasm was a long, reverberating rumble like thunder fading slowly away without definition. Her long hair spread like wings upon the bed. Her hands touched the covers, then her head and then her shoulders. His hands slid out from beneath her and she floated in the exquisite aftermath of her coming. Time blurred as in a dream and she did not know when his tongue had left her. The sounds of his clothing being removed mixed with the muted clatter of the rain on the roof. She moaned softly with happiness.
Naked, he looked down at her. The muted light cast amber highlights upon her body. The golden-brown tan was flushed with rose. The lighter tan where she had sometimes worn the bikini had become a faint rosewood.
He placed one foot on the end of the bed and pushed up and over her. She felt the bed shift as if it were floating and a light swell had moved under it. His hands pressed down between her arms and her sides. His feet were between her now parted thighs. His engorged shaft was above her sable nest.
He lowered his face and she gasped with surprise and delight as his lips touched at her aureoles. Her eyes opened partially and she forced her arms up from the bed so that she could caress his head. He sucked at the chafing studs of her nipples. Her shoulders pushed down against the bed and her hips arched up from it. His tongue flowed over her burning nipples as he sucked at them. Her legs tensed and straightened as they spread. He kissed the whole of her pert young breasts and his lips and tongue returned to their pink peaks to again suck at them.
His lips began to move down over her belly, but faster this time. Her head lifted. His tongue turned in her navel. Her knees lifted as her heels pulled up against the bed. His hands brushed against her raised thighs. His lips drifted over her muff. Her hands opened over his head. He kissed the soft, downy pubes between her legs and the tip of his tongue touched the base of her slit. Her upper arms pulled in against the outsides of her breasts. He slid the tip of his tongue up along her slit. She was breathing in gasps. His tongue flowed back down and then parted the soft lips. She shook and her breath caught in her throat. He moved his tongue back up, but now it was in her humid cleavage. Crying out softly, her shoulders and head dropped back to the bed.
He curled his tongue deep in the sleek velvet of her cunt and he turned his mouth from side to side against the tender furls of her lips. His hands moved in to her sides. Her hips pushed upward and her heels twisted against the bed. He moved his hands over her sides and cupped the hillocks of her breasts. Her head moving from side to side, she covered his hands with hers to squeeze them tighter against her tits. His mouth filled with her delicious nectar, he drifted his tongue over her clit.
Her elbows dug into the bed and she thrust her breasts against his hands. Her depths were filled with contractions and expansions of heat. His lips encircled the maddening pulsing of her apex to hold it with a gentle suckling as he pressed the tip of his tongue to the fevered node. He tightened and loosened his tongue as his lips tightened and loosened in an equally steady rhythm. Her underbelly was filled with volcanic swellings of heat. The palpitations of her clit grew deeper and faster. She shook against him. Her head moved from side to side. Her curled legs held him tightly. She was afire with a carnal fever. On and on his lips and tongue pulsed. The contractions and expansions grew deeper and deeper. She was in a frenzy. She felt the orgasms coming faster and faster. Curls of hair clung to her damp temples. Her mound spasmed against his mouth and chin. She felt her mouth widening to cry out, but the air was locked in her throat. The blood roared in her ears. Her body shook and withered beneath him. The air broke free, and. her low, prolonged cry seeped free and her orgasms were merging.
Her scent filled his lungs and her taste filled his mouth. She shook against him, her belly tightening and loosening as the climax built. Her body lifted as she pushed up off her shoulders and feet. Her elbows ground against the bed. Her thoughts burned away in a white heat and the peak of her climax swept over her. She trembled and the contractions were gone, replaced by expansions that went on and on. Ecstasy enveloped her and she was drifting weightless in pure bliss.
He eased the movements of his mouth and tongue and then gradually raised up. She lay spent on the bed, languishing in the satiation of her climax. He smiled with pleasure at the sight of her joy.
After long moments, her eyelashes fluttered and her eyes opened. His hands still cupped her breasts and she caressed the backs of them. She smiled at him with a look of drugged contentment.
"That was ... she began, but she could not find the words. "Fuck me now?" she asked and her girlish voice was a musical whisper. "Fuck me."
He leaned forward off his knees and elbows and kissed her. Their lips moved together without urgency and their tongues played in sensual patterns. His knob shifted against her abdomen and she arched her body against its velvet caress.
His knees slid back a little as he angled his hips down and back. His swollen glands slid into the soft curls of her thicket and the sable threads shifted against his hypersensitive flesh and brushed at the lips of his knob. Their mouths widened together and their tongues stretched and coiled. Her hands slid up over his wrists, his forearms, his biceps and they pulled at his shoulders. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest.
He reluctantly lifted his lips from hers and she looked up at him with a vague questioning. He motioned with his eyes to the wall behind her head. She pushed her head back and found herself looking up at the angled mirror. She had an unobstructed view of herself and him. She could see his stiff column thrusting out from his pubic hair and seemingly linking their bodies. His knob was half-concealed in the sable fur of her mound and it rested just at the top of her slit. He looked at her in the mirror and their eyes met in it. He smiled and began to move. Trembling, she moved her eyes back to where his cockhead was poised at the top of her furrow.
As she watched the reflection of their loins, he watched her expression as he ever so slowly drew his staff downward. His knob slipped into the top of her slit. Her mouth widened. He eased himself down a fraction of an inch and his glands was against the folds of her clit. Her hands tightened at his shoulders. He felt the warm honey of her juices bathe the peak of his head and he turned his hips from side to side. Her eyes narrowed. His knob turned from side to side against the throb of her pearl. She moaned. Back and forth, back and forth his knob moved and the pulsings grew stronger and stronger. Currents of heat moved up through his length to build in his groin. His hips moved from side to side and she felt her orgasmic rushes building anew.
Her flesh was flushed and the studs of her nipples were a brighter pink. Her hips arched, her clit pressed tighter against his knob and the tender petals of flesh were pushed aside. Her eyes were slits as she fought to keep them open. Her body shook; she stopped breathing for a long moment as rapture engulfed her mind and then she gasped with delight. ;
Her eyes blinked and half-opened upon the mirror. His knob was still kissing her burning clit but he was not moving it against her now. He saw her eyes clear and he slid his cock-head down and into the delicious moistness of her cunt. Her eyes opened wide. His buttocks tightened and he began to slide up into the flexing yield of her body.
She let out a sound not unlike a sob and her fingertips indented his shoulders. Her cleavage tightened and loosened around the thick hardness of his shaft. He glided up higher and higher into her. Through blurred eyes she saw their pubic hair coming closer and closer as he slid his shaft up into the sheath of her underbelly. His flat stomach muscles were even more defined. Then, their loins were pressed tightly together and he was fully within her.
Her eyes returned to his and her hands slid along his sides as he lowered his chest to touch her breasts. The agonizingly long build of arousal and anticipation had reached its peak and now he was within her.
He began to thrust within the tight hold of her cunt and they kissed with renewed frenzy. His thick rod thrust and pulled within the clutchings of her vagina and she felt it sliding against her sleek inner flesh. Their lips twisted together around the lashings of their tongues. His knob shifted against her cervix. Her hands clutched at his taut buttocks. His weighted sac shifted against the base of her ass cheeks. His shaft moved with a steady rhythm, pushing and pulling, pushing and pulling, as it caressed her cunt, which tightened and loosened, tightened and loosened around him. His hands squeezed the delicate hillocks of her breasts and his fingers plucked at the burning of her nipples. They groaned ecstatically into one another's mouth.
He pushed higher off his knees and the base of his thrusting shaft pressed up below her pulsing clit. The steady rhythm moved into the core of the shimmering pearl and she shook with the reverberations of her orgasms. Their mouths parted to their strained breathing and he kissed her fevered brow and temples. She twisted her breasts against his hands and her hands kneaded his ass cheeks. Her hips thrust against his thrusts, meeting him hungrily. She bit at her lower Up and her eyes squinted. The surges of heat spread through her depths. He kissed her ear and her neck and she pressed her widening mouth against his shoulder as her mind was filled with static that caused her thoughts to overlap and go out of focus.
His features were tightened as he felt her cunny spasm around his cock. His rod felt as if it were submerged in a volcanic pool and that boiling lava was moving up through his shaft and his groin. She sucked and bit at his shoulder as her orgasm held her and then her mouth slid away. Her vaginal muscles continued to clutch at his thrustings and her hips thrusted. He moved his lips over her silky flesh and the swellings of her breasts. He sucked at the pink studs of her nipples. His ears were filled with the soft gaspings of her breath.
He slid one hand around to her back and moved the other under her lush fanny. Holding her to him, he rolled onto his side. He lifted his face to see her dazed smile and they kissed lightly while their bodies continued to move together, but, for the moment, with a relaxed, almost languid rhythm. Her upper leg lifted as it curled and she caressed his hip and thigh with it. Their hands moved without hurry over the contours of one another's body. He caressed the full pillows of her ass, the sweeping curve of the small of her back, the flow of her waist into her hip and the graceful length of her arm. She felt the muscles of his chest and back, the lean ovals of his buttocks, his slender hips and the strength in his arms:
He touched light kisses over her face and he grinned as she giggled. Her dark brown eyes were bright and her breathing was almost regular. The delightful fatigue of her orgasms had passed.
He leaned back and she was atop him. Smiling, she looked down into his face and then began to kiss it. She caressed his chest and shoulders and lifted herself a little so that she could trail the hard peaks of her tits over his chest. Her knees pressing in against the outsides of his thighs, she rocked her hips upon his hard length. His eyes lidded as she squeezed his cock while rocking back and forth upon it. He felt the soft weights of her breasts and their hard nubs gliding over his chest. Her lips touched his eyes, his temples, his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, his chin and then his mouth. Her tongue slid between his lips and teeth and then over his lips. She nibbled at his lips, sucking them between her own to lick. He moved his hands up from the shallow of her back and he squeezed the voluptuous globes of her fanny. He pulled her even tighter against him. Her rocking clutchings brought the temperature within his loins back up. Electricity ran through his nerve endings. Their mouths pressed together and widened around the duelings of their tongues.
Her knees began to slid up along the outsides of his thighs and her mouth gradually came free of his. Her hands replaced her breasts at his chest and she raised up from the waist. Her waist-length hair glided over his shoulders and chest and flowed around her arms and over her breasts. Her calves were beneath her thighs and her body's curve was accented as she leaned back from the waist. She smiled down at him. The steady rain drummed lightly against the roof. Amber highlights shifted along the petite lushness of her body. Seated on the saddle of his hips, she began to move her hips back and forth. Her squeezing cunt pulled at him in slow, sensuous tuggings. She motioned with her eyes and he looked up at the mirror.
He saw her rounded thighs tense as she began to move her hips back and she raised up a little. He saw the base of his shaft encircled by the delicate pink of her cunt lips and he saw her juices gleaming from the petal-like lips and from his trunk. Moving back toward him, she pressed back down around his throbbing member. He squeezed her thighs as he caressed them. She moved back and raised up a little higher. She returned and slid back down around him. She slid back and up a little higher. She slid back down around his pole. She lifted back along him and each time a little higher, exposing more and more of his nectar-coated shaft. Her cunt continued to flex around him as it slid up and down his length and his blood pounded in his temples. The boiling leva was spreading through him.
He lifted his hands and moved them over the resilient curves of her breasts. He could no longer focus his eyes on the mirror. She continued to rise and fall, rise and fall as she moved her hips back and forth, back and forth. Her vaginal muscles relaxed as she went back and she tilted her hips up so that his dorsal vein pulled toward the apex of her slit. She tightened her cunt as she moved back down and tilted her hips down as she descended so that the top of his shaft slid along under her clit. She murmured as the vibrations went through her clit and waves of heat went through her depths. Her arms straightened and her hands pressed against his chest. Her legs squeezed his sides. And her hips began to rise and fall with a quickened tempo.
He groaned as her loosened cunt slid up along his length until his knob pulled against the base of her cunny. He twisted against the bed as her tightened nook slid down-along his length with the top of her furrow-rubbing at the top of his shaft. She rose and fell, rose and fell and each time she moved faster. Her cunt tightened and loosened, faster and faster. They were both moaning. He held her sides and his thumbs pressed into her tits as he rubbed at her nipples. His head shifted from side to side and his lips pulled back from his teeth. She gasped as an orgasm flamed through her recesses. Her muscles quivered beneath her flushed flesh, but she continued to rise and fall, rise and fall, squeezing and loosening, squeezing loosening. Her head lolled from side to side, lowered from between her bunched shoulders. The lava rushed through his body, building in his groin. She was fighting to keep up her tempo.
He slid his hands down to grip her hips and he pulled his calves back in and under him. He thrust deeply as he lifted onto his knees. Her thighs squeezed his waist. Her arms went around his neck. Incendiary explosions went through her. She was no longer pulling up along his dorsal vein and the throbbing within him began to level off rather than to build. But it remained a constant, thundering presence within his mind and body.
Gripping her hips, he thrust within her tight nook. Her breasts flattened against her chest as they kissed with wild breathlessness. Her hips thrust back against his. Their minds spun with their ever-mounting raptures. His hands clutched her ass cheeks, squeezing them as he pulled her even closer to him.
They swayed back and forth as their bodies thrust together. Electric cascades went through her. Her clit pulsed faster and faster. His balls were swollen with his spend. Their mouths twisted hungrily together.
The base of his shaft moved back and forth under her apex, back and forth, faster and faster. She cried out and her head went back. Her hold loosened and her arms began to slide from his shoulders. He lifted his hands to the small of her back. His eyes were squinting against the brightness burning through his brain. Her arms dropped spread-eagled against the bed. Her long hair spilled in lustrous waves over the covers. Her thighs clung to his waist as her calves scissored behind him. He pushed up more onto his knees, holding her waist. Her head and shoulders moved against the bed. Her legs were spread wide around him. He thrust within the raised cleavage of her body. The come strained for release. He slid in and out of her drenched sheath, slicing in and out of her spasming cunt, sliding back and forth under her clit.
Her hands clutched the bedding. Her flushed face was almost toward the wall opposite the mirror. His cock's throbbings were a frantic staccato overwhelming him. Her clit's pulsings had merged and it was now one high, soaring sensation. The veins stood out from his arms, from his temples. Their mouths were wide. The come began to break through the barriers. Her cunt spasmed wildly around his thrusting. She cried out. Her fists twisted in the bedding. The muscles in his throat stood out as his mouth opened. His cry caught in his throat. His jizm was rushing through him. Her body jumped against his. Their groins pulled tightly together; he held her to him. Their bodies shook with the tension of their muscles. His come blasted through his cock. The tingling pulses of her clit reached their zenith. Her nook convulsed around his jerking rod. His come gushed up into her depths.
They shook against one another, her thighs clutching him, his hands clutching her. His tool jumped and thrust within her as his juices flooded her already drenched box. The climax rose as if breaking through water and began to spread in slow-motion, rippling on and on through her consciousness.
The jettings of his tool began to ease and the last of his come spurted up into the slowing spasms of her depths. The tension left her arms and her hands loosened from the covers. His hands opened against her hips and she sprawled onto her back. Her legs dropped limply and his knees slid back. He leaned forward and dropped onto his elbows. Her arms lifted weakly to embrace him and their lips brushed against one another's.
Slowly, they rolled onto their sides. Their loins still linked, they weakly kissed. And without realizing it, they fell asleep in one another's arms, joyously spent. The cloud-veiled afternoon sun softly lit their sleeping bodies.
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Felice shifted against the big pillow and her eyes slowly opened. It took a moment for her to realize where she was and how she had gotten there. She stretched her long arms and legs and looked around to see that she was alone in the large living room.
Her mouth had a cottony taste and she looked for her glass. Leaning over to pick it up, she realized that she was still high. She tossed back the remaining wine and sat up. The rain had stopped and the house was silent except for the faint ticking of a clock. The late afternoon sun made bright pools of light on the polished floor.
She put the glass down and stood up. She stretched again and looked toward the open double doorway to the bedroom. She saw Holly's hair at the end of the bed and she moved even with the door to see her and Guy's sleeping faces. She smiled warmly at the look of satiation on her friend's face and on his.
She lifted her eyes and saw the open bathroom door beyond the bed. Silently, she crossed the living room and started across the carpeted bedroom. But she could not resist pausing to look at their naked bodies. His dried come gleamed pearly white in his pubic hair and in Holly's. The girl's dried juices filmed his big cock and spotted their thighs.
The light rain had left a slight chill in the air and Felice rubbed her upper arms. She looked back toward the big fireplace and she saw that there was kindling already placed beneath the fresh logs. She went back into the living room and started a fire.
The flames licking the logs, she looked into the fire for several moments and then started back toward the bathroom. But she paused again. His shaft had thickened and it shifted against his thigh as it straightened. It was as if it were waking and seeking a cunt to inhabit. She swallowed hard, took a deep breath and forced herself to turn.
The crackling of the fire had stirred him into a half-conscious state. His eyes almost closed, he watched Felice come into the bedroom and stare down at his stiffening rod. Coming awake, he resisted smiling. He watched her turn and enter the bedroom. The toilet was just to the side of the door and she stopped in front of it and turned at an angle from where he lay. Her hands went to the front of her cut-offs and the snap of their opening was vivid in the silence.
Unzipping the jeans, she pushed them and her bikini bottoms down. The dark blue of the jeans and the pale blue of the bikini slid off her fairly slender hips and down from the pert ovals of her ass. Her muff hazed the view through the wedge-shaped separation at the tops of her thighs.
She sat down and he could see her only from the neck up. Then, she pushed the door shut quietly and he could not see her at all. He opened his eyes fully and turned his head to look at Holly. Smiling, he raised up onto one elbow without rocking the bed and moved his eyes over the girl's beautiful petite body. He was tempted to kiss her nipples and caress the sable nest decorated with his spend, but he resisted.
He eased off the bed, gathered the covers as he again looked at her and gently placed the spread over her naked body. Lying on her side, she murmured happily and her knees lifted as she curled into a ball. His cock was rock-hard.
His shaft had begun to stiffen before he had seen Felice due to a need to use the bathroom. Now he wondered how long she would be.
He padded through the living room and took a fresh bottle of wine from the refrigerator. Outside, the light gleamed from the wet grass and trees as he opened the bottle.
He started to look for a clean glass but changed his mind and tilted the bottle back for a swallow instead. He carried it back to the bedroom. His bladder trembled with relief at the sound of the toilet flushing.
He considered putting something on, but since Felice had already seen him (without, of course, realizing that he had been aware of it), it did not seem necessary. A minute passed and he wondered what was delaying her. Then, he heard the shower running. He was dubious that he could wait until she was finished with that.
Taking another swallow of wine, he put the bottle down by the bed and knocked softly on the bathroom door.
"Yes?" Felice's voice came softly through the chatter of the water and the closed door.
"I'm sorry, Felice, but I've really got to use the head," he called out loudly enough for her to hear, but not enough to wake Holly, who he glanced back at.
"Okay, come in," Felice called out after a few moments.
The windows and the mirror were steamed and a haze rose from behind the curtain. She was a long, flesh-colored silhouette against the shower curtain. He closed the door. Before him on the floor were Felice's sandals, cutoffs, her shirt and her bikini. Holly's tank-top was next to the sink.
He forced himself to turn from the partial view of the girl and to the toilet. He pressed his hand down against the top of his hard shaft till it was angled toward the bowl and he wondered if the sound of the stream was audible to her over the shower noise. He felt great relief.
Something registered in his peripheral vision and he turned his eyes, but not his head, toward the shower. Felice was holding the curtain open just enough to peek at him. She stared entranced at his rigid tool and the heavy stream coming from it. Her eyes lifted as she realized he was looking at her and she blushed deeply.
"I-I'm sorry," she blurted nervously from behind the concealment of the curtain.
"That's all right," he laughed pleasantly and he flushed the toilet after finishing.
"You're sure?" she asked and she drew the curtain back to reveal her face and one arm and shoulder.
"Sure," he nodded and he realized that his cock was still erect, but due to her now, as both were naked with only the translucent curtain between them. It seemed as if he should not be feeling quite so aroused after his long lovemaking with Holly, but he was.
"Do you ... want to shower too?" she asked hesitantly and she nodded to where his dried come frosted his pubic hair.
"Yeah, if it's all right with you," he nodded and his pulse quickened.
She pressed the edges of her teeth against her wide lower lip's fullness as she hesitated for a moment. Her short hair was wet and it was pressed back to cling to her head like a golden helmet. The high plane of her forehead was accented above her slender brown eyebrows and the upward tilts of the arches of her lidded eyes. Beads of water clung to her wide, high-set cheekbones whose definitions led the eyes to the corners of her mouth and to the wide jut of her chin and from there to her slightly long upper lip. Her neck was a slender, graceful column. The points of her slightly wide shoulders were rounded. Her fingers were long and slender.
They continued to look at one another and the sounds of the shower filled their ears.
"Yes," she said in a husky whisper and she drew the curtain back from between him and her naked body.
CHAPTER FIVE
Water gleamed in the shallows between her shoulders and the downward bow formed by her collarbones. It trickled over and along her long arms. It glistened upon the slim length of her torso, her slender waist, her high, cradling hips and along her narrow, pliant belly.
Her breasts formed perfect circles and they lifted out from her chest as high as inverted tea saucers. Her aureoles were soft circles that lifted as high from her breasts as they did from her chest and they were the same damask pink as her lips. Her nipples were long, tapering pegs of a slightly brighter pink and water dripped from each one in droplets seemingly reluctant to leave them.
Her cunt was underslung, making the gap at the tops of her thighs appear as an aid in entering her. Her muff was a burnished gold that widened upward from the juncture of her thighs and continued up to the base of her stomach in a filled-in Y that gauzed her abdomen in curlings of white gold. Naked, her shapely legs seemed even longer.
He raised his eyes to hers and they both smiled. He stepped over the edge of the tub and pulled the curtain closed behind him. They stood very close to one another and the water flowed over them and the steam coiled about them as they looked into one another's eyes.
She lifted her hand and he thought she was going to offer him the bar of soap she held. Instead, she began to move it over his chest. Suds frothed his flesh and she lifted her other hand to caressingly rub them into his chest. The knob of his engorged rod almost touched the smooth slot of her navel.
Her eyes moved to her hands as she washed his chest and then to his arms. Her knees bent a little and she began to soap downward along his tightened belly. The water ran over his face and he let it wash over his parted, parched lips. Her long fingers spread and pulled and her palms buffed until his head spun.
"I couldn't resist peeking," she said as she ran her hands over his hips.
"That's all right. I was only worried about embarrassing you," he assured her and his voice was tight as her suds-coated hands moved down over his abdomen and alongside his throbbing shaft.
"I've never seen a guy pissing before. And with a hard-on ... " she murmured as she lowered her eyes to the thick length of his prod. "Holly sure was right about it being big and beautiful," she whispered and she washed the dried spendings from his pubic hair.
He moved his hand over her water-slicked hair as she went down to one knee before him. Her hands moved out to his thighs and then down to the sides of his swollen balls. She continued to stare at his cock as she slowly washed his legs. Then, her hands began to move up the insides of his thighs and she was cupping his sac in her joined palms. He inhaled sharply and his back arched.
Her joined fingertips moved separately from one another in a subtle counter rhythm against his root as her palms shifted his balls. He leaned one shoulder against the tiled wall. Her thumbs shifted back and forth over his sac and her fingers began to slide forward. Her fingers shifted the fine hairs of his scrotum and a tingling went through his nuts. Her hands moved back and forth, coating him with suds as their caressing built the fires in his loins.
Slowly, she began to tilt her face toward him and he saw the pointed tip of her tongue move out from between her lips. Her tongue was amazingly long. The tip touched his knob and began to slowly draw circles around the swollen bulb. He swallowed the water that ran into his mouth. Her tongue moved around the rim of his cockhead and down along his shaft. She licked its veined length and began to work the tip of her tongue back up along his swollen dorsal vein.
He groaned as she caressed his balls and root and as she licked his shaft and knob. She held the pink point against the lips of his cockhead and she began to move her face toward him. Her tongue moved back into her mouth with the tilting of her head; her lips touched against his knob. His head leaned to the side and shifted against the tiles.
The incredible softness of her lips flexed against his knob as her tongue tip continued to move against its lips. She sucked at him and the pull of her lips caused him to shiver with pleasure. Her lips moved toward the rim and her tongue flicked at the cleft. He looked down at her slightly wide shoulders and at the full ovals of her ass.
Her lips around the top of his length, she stretched her tongue down along the underside till it almost reached the half-way point. Her lips tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed and she began to take his rod into her mouth.
Her tongue stretched and curled around him. Her fingers pulled and thrust against his root. Her thumbs and palms polished and rocked his balls. And her mouth moved further and further down around his trunk.
He felt his knob slide against the ribbed roof of her mouth. Her tongue thrust and pulled against his dorsal vein. Her lips moved down in little clutchings and she began to suck at him. He felt the insides of her cheeks pull in against the outside of his shaft. The tugging hold of her mouth engulfed him.
His forehead was lined and his eyes were squinted. She went to both knees and her body bent further back so that she could align her mouth and throat. Her lips inched further down as she continued to suck and lick. His knob reached the top of her throat and continued downward. He looked down with stunned delight as she continued to take more and more of his length into her mouth and now her throat. Her breath rustled around his knob. He was sweltering with arousal.
In the midst of his arousal, he remembered Karna telling him that she had gotten both the girls the pill and he wished he could thank her right then and there. Felice's mouth began to draw tightly back along his length and then to plunge back. He gave a strangled groan and his balls seemed to tremor against her caressing hands. The tightening sleeve of her mouth moved almost from the base of his shaft to his knob and then back down. Her tongue and cheeks urged his come to break free.
His shoulder was tensed against the tiles and his hands moved over her head. Her mouth moved up and down, sucking at his tool. His cockhead bobbed down into her throat, pulled back along the roof of her mouth and then moved back. Her tongue was an insistent movement against his dorsal vein. His mouth widened and his face lifted to the spray. He shook against her. His hands tightened against her head and his hips thrust. He groaned from deep in his chest and his cock was jerking in her mouth against her flexing fingers.
His come gushed down her throat and then over her tongue as she pulled back. She continued sucking as the stout column pulled and thrust between her cheeks and against her lips. She moved her hands to his hips, steadying him as he swayed.
He sagged against the wall as the spasms of his cock began to lessen and she sucked the last of his juices from his softening tool. He looked down at her with glazed eyes. Her golden-cream tanned flesh shone with the water and he vaguely noticed that the flesh was a little lighter where her swimsuit had been. She started to rise, but he pressed his hands lightly against her head. She looked up.
"Wait ... just a minute?" he murmured and she nodded with a smile that accented the elfin quality of her face.
He inhaled deeply as his head cleared and his strength began to return. He pushed off the wall and moved his feet to her side as he squatted down. Holding her face in his hands, he kissed her deeply. Her hands moved along his sides as he moved his tongue over hers and her eyes closed. His impassioned kiss warmed her and set the blood to buzzing in her ears.
He leaned back and they looked at one another with drunken smiles. He moved his hands down over her slightly wide shoulders and he slowly slid his palms over the beautiful discs of her breasts. She murmured as he shifted the centers of his palms against the tips of her long, tapering nipples.
Moving his hands to her waist, he turned her and directed her down onto her back. He moved to the center of the tub and the water beat against his back as her long legs stretched out on either side of him. Her feet on the edges of the tub, he slid her along the water-covered porcelain. Her feet met the end of the tub and her knees lifted.
He stood and stepped over her.; He turned and placed his knees behind her shoulders. The water swirled beneath his feet and knees and under her body. Her raised thighs were angled back toward them, her knees high. He eased her further down and her knees moved lower than the rim of the tub. Her legs spread wide, her ass and her golden pelt were both raised. He could see her opened slit. It was the same russet color as her long tongue.
She looked up into his face and he smiled. He lowered his hands to cup the wide rises of her breasts and he slid them down over her long, contoured belly and down to her cradling hips. She saw that his shaft had grown thick again but was not yet hard.
He gripped the center handle at the foot of the tub and turned it halfway. The lukewarm water continued to rain down, but it was lighter. Now, water also spilled from the spigot. She gasped with pleasure as it spilled over her spread cunt lips and against her spread ass. White-gold down encircled the pale pink aperture of her anus.
She reached up and moved her hands over his hips and over his loins. He lowered his face to her stomach and licked the flowing water from it. The water fell over her opened box and her anus and flowed down over them to cascade from between her ass cheeks. His lips moved over the soft, downy curls. His hands caressed her raised thighs.
She groaned and her fingers curled tightly around his cock. His lips found the top of her slit and he began to gently suck the raised bauble of her clit. The water sprayed against his back and spilled over his shoulders. It flowed around his lips and her clit as he shifted his lips in a constant pattern around the sleek node.
She writhed against him and she had both hands around his tool between the base and the head. Her long tongue stretched up and she licked thirstily at the bulbous glands. The water spilled over her spread lips and her anus and tumbled from either side of his neck to flow down around his mouth and around her clit. His tongue shifted against the peak of her pearl and his lips turned around it. The water churned and flowed. She shook against the tub. Her feet shoved harder against the edges and her hips lifted higher. His shaft had hardened in her hands and she sucked at his knob. Sparkings of heat spread out from her clit and moved through her body. Her shoulders splashed in the water in the tub. The sparkings flared into a glazing spray of heat and she moaned around his knob as she came.
Gradually, her hips lowered and her feet slid down into the tub. Her fingers slipped from around his shaft and her head eased back against the bottom of the tub.
He straightened off his knees and looked down past the thrust of his tool to her face. He stood up, stepped over her to place his feet between her still-spread thighs and turned toward her.
"You sure you're coming clean with me?" he smiled and she giggled happily with a shaking of her head.
He turned the handle and the water was turned off from the spigot. The spray of the shower grew stronger against his back. He moved one foot and then the other to one side of her legs and he knelt down.
She shifted over and he eased down to sit beside her. He moved his hand over her soaked, burnished gold fur and leaned down to kiss one of her long nipples. She caressed his head as she felt his hard prod move against the outside of her thigh.
He slid one arm under her as he stretched out beside her and they kissed. Her hands caressed his face and neck as their tongues played together and then he was drawing one leg up against her side. Their lips parted and he kissed the shallow to the side of her throat as he moved to get behind her. Her back against his chest, he lifted her hips as he slid his under her. His cock pressed against the back of one long, shapely thigh and then it was jutting up from between her legs. Looking down past the firm curl of her stomach that the water rained over, it almost looked as if the long shaft was thrusting up from her drenched fur.
His hands moved up her sides and down her belly and he curved his hands to the insides of her spread thighs while he shifted his thumbs against the outside of her opened mound. She lifted her hips and he arched his. His cockhead touched her slit and she groaned happily as she began to lower herself onto the hard pole.
Her eyes closed, her shoulders shifted , against his chest as she took his thick length up into her still quivering cunny. Kissing the side of her face, he caressed her breasts with one hand while the other moved over the golden ringlets.
She tightened and loosened her box around him as his dorsal vein shifted against the top of her slit. He pressed the heel of his hand down just over her apex and his fingers stroked her lips to either side of his shaft.
The water splattered over her breasts and his hand, over her stomach and his forearm, over his hand, her spread furrow, over the underside of his shaft's base and the base of her nook.
She turned from the waist and turned her head back so that they could kiss. Her long tongue stretched into his mouth and met his. Her fanny shifted against his hips. His one hand moved over her breasts while he caressed her splay with the other.
Her hot squirmings sent flurries of heat through him and his feet pressed down hard as he thrust his hips against the softness of her ass and thrust his cock within the liquid heat of her cunt.
She slid her hands down along his sides. Her box swelled with pleasure and her clit throbbed against the heel of his hand. She lifted one long, shapely leg high and pressed her foot against the tiled wall. The water showered down over her. The spray beat against her breasts and hazed her wide muff. Water flowed over her long, tightened belly and spilled over the base of his shaft and her spread nether lips.
His heels were pressed down together against the drain and the water began to rise. It swirled around his legs, moved up under his balls and between his ass cheeks. Her body twisted and shook against his and her nook clutched wildly at the thrusts of his staff. The water caressed his swollen balls. Their lips parted and her long tongue slid out of his mouth.
Her hands gripped his sides as her body bucked upon his. The water splashed against his hand and the underside of his trunk's base. He groaned against her cheek as her nook tightened and loosened at a quicker pace. Her slender torso slipped wetly against his stomach and chest. He gripped her breast tighter. His legs tensed and his hips lifted higher as he pushed off from his heels and shoulders. The water was rising against the back of his fevered neck.
"Oh, fuck yes," she sobbed, her shyness cast aside. "Yes-s-s."
She lifted one hand to the breast the water beat upon and she squeezed it tightly as he squeezed the other. The water stung blissfully against her long nipple's burning. She moved her other hand atop the hand with which he shifted her clit and stroked her spread lips. The water showered against the insides of her thighs, the base of her ass cheeks and the areas of her labia that his fingers were not upon. She felt the base of his shaft coated with a mix of her juices and water. She shifted his weighted sac against the cleavage of her fanny.
His cock thrust steadily, in rhythm with the shiftings of his palm above her clit. His fingers strummed against the electric tremoring of her lips. Their hands tightened and loosened against her tits. Water coated her face and moistened her lips. Her body slipped atop his.
Spasms went through her cunny and she felt the pulse of her clit quicken. Her stomach's length tightened as billowings of heat went through the oven of her underbelly. His hand, his cock and the water were a constant, overpowering urging. Her brain whirled faster and faster and she could not focus her thoughts any longer. The torrents of heat shook her and only his hold kept her from sliding off his chest. Her body writhed against the pivot of their joined loins.
The undulations of her body turned her cunt back and forth around his throbbing member. The movements of their bodies splashed the water around them. Her water-slickened body squirmed upon him, her lithe softness caressing the whole of his body while her cunt tugged and pulled at him.
He could feel his come rising to the boiling point. He moved closer and closer to the edge. His face was lined as he fought to hold back a little longer. His shoulders were bunched and his ass tightened. The throbbings of his tool quickened and reverberated through him. Energy burned through his spine.
His cock plunged and pulled within her depths. She cried out. The pulse of her clit burned into her brain and the convulsions of her underbelly overwhelmed her.
The frenetic tuggings of her cunt pulled his spend through the barriers and it roared through him. His groan merged with hers and his cock jerked within the spasmings of her-cunt. She jumped against him and her eyes opened wide as his jizm hosed up into the quaking seizures of her depths. They clung to one another, their bodies rocking from side to side, splashing in the water as they came.
The tension began to seep from his muscles and his feet slipped off the drain. Her long legs lowered as her heels moved down the tiled walls. Both of them gasping for breath as the level of the water began to go down, they lay there letting the shower soothe and cool their hot, twitching bodies.
After several minutes, she eased up off of him and they stood. She smiled up into his eyes as they embraced and they kissed deeply.
"I don't know if you're aware of it, but you've got the most fantastic tongue I've ever come across," he said with aroused admiration.
"Yes, you did come across it, didn't you?" she said and she giggled as he laughed.
Letting the shower rinse them, they caressed one another slowly before getting out. He took one of the large, fluffy towels and rubbed her short hair until the excess water was gone and then he wrapped a smaller towel around her head. She lifted another towel and began to slowly move it over his chest and stomach. Smiling at one another, they buffed each other's flesh. Their movements grew even slower as they reached one another's loins. He curled his towel-wrapped fingers high into her underslung cunny and slid them between her ass cheeks. She wrapped the towel and her hand around his shaft and slid them back and forth along his thickening length.
The towels slipped from their hands and they kissed again. The creamy-gold tan of her body now gleamed with an undercoating of soft pink. He stepped back as he dried his hair and he moved his eyes down from her elfin face to her slender torso with its rounded breasts and long nipples, to the moisture fluffed fur of her loins and down along her long shapely legs. He inhaled deeply and his tool stiffened again.
"It's amazing," he said.
"What is?" she asked with her hand on the doorknob.
"You and Holly look totally different and yet you're both so incredibly beautiful."
She looked at him for a long moment and her lower lip's full width quivered for a second. She took a deep breath, smiled warmly, but she could not speak. She turned to open the door and brushed her hand against her eyes.
She came to a stop as she stepped onto the carpeting of the bedroom and he came to a halt behind her. His engorged but not yet fully stiffened staff shifted against the delicious cleavage of her tush.
The late afternoon light lit Holly softly. She had rolled over in her sleep and the covers had pulled away from the supple hillocks of her breasts and from one of her shapely legs. Asleep, her face looked even younger and more innocent than when she was awake. Her waist-length hair was spread out around her head in waves of sable and golden brown.
Felice turned her head to look back up at him. Her eyes flashed mischievously, which heightened the elfin quality of her face. Their eyes holding, they both grinned as they shared the same thought and they looked back at the naked, sleeping Holly.
CHAPTER SIX
The late afternoon sun shimmered in the burnished-gold down of Felice's loins and highlighted the creamy gold of her flesh with alabaster. She gathered the covers in her fingertips and carefully lifted them away from the sleeping Holly's naked body. The light touched the dusky tan of Holly's flesh with amber and gleamed in the light sable ringlets of her muff.
Guy moved his eyes from one girl to the other, again amazed at their contrasting but equal beauty. His cock began to lift out from his body. Felice looked from Holly to his growing erection and she smiled.
Seeing the bottle of wine on the floor where he had left it, he lifted it to his lips. It was still cool, but the chill was gone. He handed it to Felice and she took a drink. Reaching out for the bottle, he motioned with his head for her to go to the other side of the bed.
They eased down on either side of Holly without rocking the bed. He touched the tip of his center finger to the center of her muff and eased it down above her slit to follow the light depression in the curls. He was barely touching her nest, but Holly shifted with a murmur and her legs spread wider. He and Felice smiled.
One hand placed to the side of Holly to brace him, he leaned down over Holly's mound and Felice eased over between her friend's thighs. He tilted the bottle and drop after drop of the wine touched along the golden sable curls. He touched his lips to the top of her muff and Felice stretched out on her belly as she pressed her lips to the base of Holly's muff.
He sucked the drops of wine from the soft hair and Felice sucked those that slid downward. He added more drops and Holly's hair began to slicken along her slit. She murmured again and her fingers curled. Her legs straightened and moved further apart. Her furrow opened and they saw the carnation pink of her cunt.
He carefully titled the bottle and drop after drop slowly slid from the lip of the bottle to the lips of her box. He touched his lips to the top of her slit with her clit just beneath and he slowly sipped the delicious blend of the wine and her nectar. Felice softly pressed her pursed lips to the base of Holly's cleavage and she sipped the mix that eased downward over the girl's slit.
Her lips parted, Holly sighed with arousal. Her eyes shifted as she began to move into semiconsciousness, but the subtle movement of their lips and the wine kept her floating in the limbo between sleep and being awake. Her hands moved against the bedding and her legs spread wider.
He let the wine trickle out over her a little faster as her outer lips parted. Her head rubbed back against the bed as the movement of the wine down over her slit and the shiftings of their lips sent flutters of pleasure through her.
Felice pressed her lower Up to the base of Holly's pussy and the wine and nectar flowed into her mouth. She opened her mouth wide and her upper lip touched the side of his mouth. Holly gurgled happily, unsure if she was awake or asleep, if this was happening or if she was dreaming a delightful dream.
Felice stretched her long tongue out and it slid into Holly's tremoring furrow to open it wider. The wine spilled over her tongue and into Holly. Holly's spread-eagled body undulated sensuously. He slid his tongue over her clit and the wine streamed over both and then down into her nook and over Felice's probing tongue.
He swallowed the blend of wine and the girl's secretions and his lips moved around her erect pearl. Holly's hands grasped the covers. Her forehead was tightened and her mouth was open. Felice drank deeply of the ambrosia-like blend. Her lips shifted against the sleek softness of Holly and her tongue swirled deep in her.
Holly's head pressed back against the bed and her body arched even higher. She gasped. She could not open her eyes due to the brightness that seemed to burn through her closed lids. Was she dreaming? Whatever, her clit was throbbing wildly and her cunny was spasming. Her depths shook. The lips moved around her clit and against her spread labia. The liquid flowed down along and into her like a mountain brook. The tongues danced over her clit and turned within her. Her elbows pushed into the bed and her head lifted. Her face flushed, her mouth opened wide and she came with a short intake of breath.
Holly dropped limply to the bed and the flow of the wine and the movements of the mouths gradually slowed. Groggily, she opened her eyes a little. Felice was lying between her thighs with her chin cupped in her hands. Guy was seated beside her and he leaned on one arm. Both of them were smiling and she too smiled, though hers was softened by sleep and her orgasm.
"Um, it was a dream," Holly said with a murmur.
"Morning, sleepy-head," Felice grinned.
"Like some wine?" he asked. "We've had some."
"She probably has some still in her," Felice suggested.
"Waste not, want not," he grinned at Felice and she pressed her mouth into Holly's damp cleavage to sip deeply and draw out the remaining wine.
"I see you two've gotten to know each other," Holly mumbled and her eyes closed as Felice gave her cunt lips a final kiss.
"Yeah, we cleaned up together," he laughed and she reached up to feel his wet hair as she took the bottle.
"We've got the fire going in the living room," Felice suggested as Holly took a sip of the wine.
"Um, I'm not up to walking for the moment," Holly said.
"Well, I'll carry you," he smiled.
"Boy, some people really get service," Felice said with a mock indignation.
"Okay," he shrugged, "I'll carry both of you."
He squatted beside the bed and they looked at one another with surprised smiles. He motioned them forward and they moved to the edge of the bed on their knees. Holly holding onto the bottle of wine, the girls leaned over his shoulders.
Their stomachs against his shoulders, he pressed his hands to the ass cheeks below either side of his jaw as he braced his forearms against the backs of their thighs. He slowly raised up to his feet and he felt their breasts shift against his back.
He stood a minute, making sure of his balance. Holly's hair cascaded down over the back of her head and reached almost to his waist. The girls giggled as they looked at one another. He began to take carefully paced steps around the bed and toward the living room.
Holly and Felice moved their hands over his ass and between his legs to rub at his root. He paused for a moment as his thoughts hazed with pleasure. Smiling drunkenly, he eased his hands down and out. They murmured as his thumbs shifted against the bases of their cunnies and he slipped them into the damp slits.
It was dusk and the firelight danced over the walls of the living room and was reflected from the polished wood floors. One of the girls was fondling his root while the other fingered his anus and both kneaded his buttocks. His thumbs continuing to bob in their boxes, he began to stagger a little as he moved to the large rug before the fireplace.
"All off," he said hoarsely and leaned forward a little.
"Almost," Felice murmured as his thumbs left their pussies and they slipped down off his shoulders to stand before him.
The firelight lit them in oranges and amber as they sat down before the fire. Holly took another drink and handed the bottle to him. Felice rummaged in her purse and her face brightened. She lifted a half-used joint.
"Hey, we ought to phone home," Holly said as Felice lit the cigarette after attaching the hair clip to it. "If Aunt Karna's home, I can say we're over there," she murmured as she dialed.
He drew on the joint as Holly called. He handed it to her and the comers of his closed mouth lifted. He leaned down between Felice's legs and pushed down on the phone buttons to break the connection.
"Why'd ... ?" Holly began and then she watched him spread his mouth against Felice's mound.
He slowly exhaled and Felice shivered as she concentrated on not tightening her vaginal muscles. Grinning, Holly hung up. He lifted his mouth and slid his hand over Felice's golden-furred box. He motioned for Holly to replace him and he slid his hand back as she pressed her mouth to the downy pelt.
"Oh, yeah," Felice groaned as Holly inhaled the smoke from her slit.
Taking another toke, he passed smoke up into Holly and Felice inhaled it from her. The girls lying facing one another, he moved his mouth from cunt to cunt until the joint was gone. The girls drowsily licked and kissed each other.
"Now you can make your call," he laughed and he and Felice leaned back against their large pillows as Holly concentrated on dialing.
"Aunt Karna? This is Holly. Uh, could I ask a favor?" the girl asked as she sought to focus her thoughts and as Guy and Felice laughed. "Well, could I tell Mom that Felice and I are over there? Uh-huh," she said tightly as he leaned over to kiss her nipple and Felice kissed the other as they both fingered her. "We, uh, won't be running around ... getting into trouble, or anything," she assured Karna with some difficulty as their lips teased her nipples and their fingers strummed carnal melodies within her nook.
"Well, I trust you, Holly, but ... Karna said, "even though your mother and I conflict on a lot of things, I feel a bit funny about this."
"I-I understand," Holly said as she fought against moaning with pleasure. "I think maybe ... I could ... explain it to you in person, but now ... " she said as her eyes closed to pleasure. "Wait. I ... Hold on," she gasped and she handed the receiver to the surprised Guy.
"Hello," he said as Holly lay back and raised Felice's lips to hers while she twisted with joy.
"Who is this?" Karna asked, surprised to hear a man's voice.
"Ah, how soon they forget," he laughed as he continued to stroke Holly's slit while the girl stroked Felice's.
"Guy?" she asked with surprise. "You bastard," she laughed.
The girls' lips had parted and they were looking at him with blurred eyes as they listened. They looked at one another with blossoming smiles and they leaned down toward the hard rise of his cock.
"Your niece is an amazing girl and I can see why you remembered Felice's name," he said tightly as the girls began to kiss and lick at his rod and they moved their hands over his loins and thighs.
"How'd you manage to get together with them?" Karna asked as Felice's long tongue glided over his sac while her fingers played at his root. He leaned weakly back against the pillows.
"They were ... hitchhiking and ... one thing led to ... another," he said in short gasps as Holly's soft lips pressed down around his knob to send showers of energy through him.
"Are they going down on you?" Karna asked with both amusement and arousal as Holly sucked his cockhead fully into her mouth to suckle and tongue it.
"Yes-s-s," he groaned and Holly's long, silky hair was flowing over his stomach, abdomen and hips in a luxuriating caress of its own.
"Describe what's happening," Karna said with a trace of breathless curiosity.
"Holly has ... my knob in her mouth and she is sucking gently but ... firmly and her tongue is ... gliding over it," he told the woman while he squinted his eyes to keep them open. "Her hair is so soft and ... it's gliding, shifting over my stomach and hips. Her hands are ... stroking alongside my balls," he groaned.
"And Felice?"
"Her head is turned to the side and ... she is holding the bottom and sides of my shaft. Her tongue is rubbing ... up and down along the vein. Her hands are ... moving over my sac and against the root between ... my balls and between my sac and ... my ass," he gasped and he let his eyes close.
"Tell me ... how it ... feels," Karna whispered.
"My ... It ... " he faltered, searching for words. "Holly is ... sending shivers of heat through my cock and ... her hair ... it's covering my flesh with a ... tingling. Felice's mouth and tongue are ... making the throbbing deeper; and so are her hands. I feel on fire-my flesh and insides. It's hard to form words, thoughts. I ... Their mouths are moving faster. Their tongues too. Holly's taking in more ... the shaft. I can't ... " he groaned, unable to go along as his heart pounded harder and his brain flashed with brightness.
"Do you want ... to know what I'm doing?" Karna asked.
"What?" he gasped as his body trembled to the throbs of his groin.
"I'm sitting down on the couch-the one I was leaning over when you slid your big, beautiful cock into my cunt and ... up into my ass," she murmured. "I've raised my skirt and ... pushed my hand down into my panties. I'm holding my cunt and ... the hair's soft against my palm and ... I'm wet and ... I'm sliding my fingers up into my pussy while ... I rub against my ... clit," she moaned.
"I ... yes," he gasped as her words and the images they conjured up accelerated his already maddening pitch of arousal.
Holly's mouth slid up and down, her lips tight as she sucked and her tongue stroked his dorsal vein and lapped at his knob. Her hair drifted and pulled over his flesh to fill it with static electricity. Felice's sucking mouth moved up to touch against Holly's and then move back down. Her tongue worked at his dorsal vein as her fingers worked at the length of his root. His balls shifted against her hands. His hands clutched out. The receiver was pressed between his ear and the pillow.
"I-I'm-com ... " he gasped as everything merged into a tidal wave of pleasure.
"Coming," Karna sobbed. "Me ... too," she mumbled and his come was foaming through him.
He heard her cry of release build in his ear, and he heard his own cry rise. His spend gushed through his root, shaking it against Felice's fingers and it sped through his spasming cock, moving it against Felice's mouth and within Holly's. His mouth continued to widen even though all the air was gone from his lungs. He soared into the orgasmic brightness as Holly continued to suck and fill her mouth with his hot, thick juices.
Gradually, he became aware of the sound of ragged breathing and he realized that it was Karna's and that she had come with him. He remembered looking at Holly and her mother's photos as he had come with Karna.
He opened his eyes a little and saw the girls smiling up at him brightly from his groin. He gave them a dazed smile and wished that he could say something, but they understood.
"That was ... great," Karna said in a wavering whisper.
"Yeah," he agreed.
"You sure are getting to know the family," Karna chuckled and he grinned in agreement. "Well, continue to enjoy, you lucky s.o.b.," she told him. "Now, let me talk to Holly again."
"Thanks," he said. "And sweet dreams."
"Yeah, for me and my fingers," she said with a mock snarl that blended into a laugh.
He handed the receiver to Holly and she sat up. A drop of his come clung like a pearl to her full lower lip.
"Doesn't he taste delicious?" Karna asked.
"Yes," Holly giggled.
"Is he your first?" Karna asked.
"Yes," Holly said with a trace of a blush.
"Congratulations on a great starting place," Karna told her. "You can tell your mom you're over here. If she asks to talk to me, tell her I'm in the shower and will call her back-then call back and let me know," she instructed. "Okay?"
"Yes and thank you," Holly said and she felt a rush of affection and gratitude go through her.
"One other thing," Karna said. "In the morning, have him bring you and Felice by here before he takes you to your house. All right?" she asked and the girl agreed without asking why, despite her curiosity. "You two fuck to your hearts' content and fuck his brains out-some more," Karna said before saying good night and they both hung up.
Holly phoned Jill and the woman gave her agreement after accepting that Karna was showering. Felice's mother said yes without questions and the receiver was returned to its cradle. He had gotten up and put a fresh stack of records on the stereo.
Turning from the stereo, he saw the kneeling girls facing one another with their knees touching and their hands were gently caressing one another's thighs. With the fireplace behind them, the shifting pattern of light outlined them in amber, turning Felice's short, brushed back hair even more golden and it gleamed in bronze highlights from the rippling hair that spilled down to the out-thrust cheeks of Holly's fanny.
Johnny Williams's soundtrack for Close Encounters of the Third Kind wove through the air as he moved closer to them. Their faces in profile to him, their features were outlined with bright amber. Their lips were almost touching. The light caught in the droplet of his come upon Holly's lower hp and gleamed along the length of Felice's long tongue as it stretched out to catch the droplet.
Holly's plump, still-maturing breasts and the long-nippled discs of Felice's breasts, rose and fell with their breathing. Their eyes were barely opened. Felice sucked his taste from her tongue and their lips parted. His trunk thickened against his thigh as he saw Felice's tongue scoop into Holly's mouth and draw back coated with his fluids. Felice savored the taste again, the girls' mouths joined. Their hands moved up to one another's hips and then up to each other's swollen breasts. They slowly rose up onto their knees as their kiss deepened and as they shared his taste and their bodies pressed tightly together. Their hands moved to one another's backs. The light outlined the curves of their backs and the outward curves of their fannies. And it gleamed from between the press of their bellies and the press of their thighs, filtering through the juncture of sable ringlets and golden fur.
He knelt down facing the fireplace. He reached out and moved his hands down along their backs and out over their ass cheeks. His staff was beginning to rise to point toward the light filtering through between their joined stomachs and thighs.
Their tongues began to ease their movements and their lips slowly came free of one another's. They turned their flushed faces toward him and he smiled into their glassy eyes.
"A high-protein diet," Holly murmured and he grinned.
"We ... we've played around a little ... before," Felice murmured, "but we were ... always a little afraid of ... really letting go ... until now."
He leaned forward and his lips met theirs. Their tongues touched his as their lips shifted. Their faces still pressed together, their eyelids lifted.
"Ball Holly-like we did in the tub," Felice whispered and he felt her breath against his lips.
"In a moment," he promised and they all looked down as he leaned closer.
His taut rod glided toward them and into the light-filled shallow between their muffs. He felt the softness of their hair and of their abdomens. Their arms around one another, they hugged tightly as they again kissed. The girls straightened to press their bodies closer and they squeezed his cock between them.
The taste of his own juices in his mouth, he moved behind Holly. Felice curled her fingers up into Holly's nest and then reached down between the girl's thighs to rub her secretions into his engorged length. Then, she guided his knob into the damp softness as he rubbed their breasts together.
The satiny softness of the full pillows of Holly's ass moved against his hips as he began to slide up into the liquid heat of her cunny. He moved his hands to Felice's back and down over the pert ovals of her ass cheeks. He kissed the side of Holly's face and Felice kissed his face. He groaned as he went fully up into Holly's nook and he felt her furry mound press against the exposed underside of his shaft's base. Her cunt squeezed around him and Felice's shifted against him as Holly tightened and loosened her slit.
Holly turned from the waist and the three kissed again as their loins moved together. Felice's hands kneaded his ass as his caressed hers and Holly's moved against his hips. He and Felice each lifted a hand to the ripe hillocks of Holly's breasts. His rod was throbbing within Holly's cunt and against Felice's hand. Holly's arms tightened around them. Her clit was being moved from beneath by his shaft and was rubbing almost directly against Felice's. Their hands caressed and squeezed her breasts.
Holly's mouth left theirs as she groaned and she trembled between them as she turned back to rub her breasts against Felice's. Her pulse quickened and she was coming. She writhed between them, gasping out a cry. The pounding heat quickened in his groin and he held on to them as they held on to him for balance.
Holly's cunt continued to tug at him after she had gone limp between him and Felice. She forced her eyes open and she slid her hand down between her and Felice. He felt her fingers grasp the base of his shaft while she straightened off her knees and pushed to one side. Coated with her nectar, his cock came free in Holly's hand. Looking into Felice's eyes, Holly smiled as she guided his erect tool up into her slit. Felice gasped with pleasure and kissed at her lips as Holly leaned to the side.
Dropping onto the pillows, Holly slid her legs from between them and he thrust fully up into Felice's underbelly. They clutched one another and their tongues met as they began to move.
Holly watched their fused bodies undulate together in the firelight. Her head clearing a little, she pulled herself over between Felice's spread calves. They tensed as her tongue moved along Felice's nether lips, over the base of his shaft and over his balls. Her hands moved over their asses and fingers moistened with Felice's juices rubbed at their anuses.
His and Felice's bodies shook as his shaft thrust within her clutching nook and as Holly's hands and mouth stoked the fires even higher within them. The girl filled her mouth with Felice's taste and then with it and his taste mixed together as they came.
The three dropped in a quivering tangle, kissing and caressing one another. They ate one another and his cock exploded within their asses. They drifted into sleep only to awaken and begin again.
Finally, the records had all played, the logs had to be replaced and they found their bodies needing restoking. Their heads on his shoulders, they snuggled up to his sides. His arms around them and their hands curled in his groin, they fell into a deep, blissful sleep of complete satiation.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Due to summer vacation, the girls had become used to waking later than Guy and so he found himself opening his eyes to the sight of them. He sat up and resisted the urge to caress them as he looked at their sleeping, girls' faces and at their naked bodies curled against him.
Looking at his erect tool and at its coating of their dried juices mixed together, he smiled with wonderment at his good fortune. Being careful not to wake them, he stood up.
The fire had gone out, but the embers still glowed and the room was just slightly cool. He took the spread from the bed and draped it over them even as they snuggled close. He closed the bathroom door behind him, brushed his teeth, shaved and cleaned the dried juices from his groin. He found them still asleep when he passed through on his way to the kitchen and when he returned with breakfast on a tray.
Putting the tray down, he eased under the cover and in between them. He touched his lips to one girl's and then to the other's as he gently stroked their dewy slits. Their eyes began to shift behind their lids and then to open. They rubbed at their eyes as they came awake and they began to remember the previous day and night's pleasures. Smiling, they pulled him to them and they hugged one another as they kissed.
He and they ate bites of food from their slits and they slid his hard cock into the jar of jam so that they could lick and suck the sweetness from him. He came in Felice's box as they ate Holly and then they ate Felice.
The food finished, they showered together and Holly pulled her cleavage back just as he came again. His juices splashed over her muff and she and Felice rubbed together till the jizm sudsed the sable ringlets and the golden fur. They pulled his shaft between them and the sticky hold of their pressing loins hardened him again. He then came in Felice's ass as Holly tongued her.
Even after all their lovemaking, they were still reluctant to dress after finishing their shower. But they did and Holly phoned Karna to let her know they were on their way.
While driving over, he felt Holly unzip his pants and Felice leaned over Holly's lap to lick and suck him. Holly turned Felice's hips toward her as she slid low in the seat and she tongued Felice.
All three had groggy smiles when they stopped in front of Karna's building. She was waiting for them.
The girls climbed over into the back seat and Karna slid in beside him. She wore a wrap-around dress of tan jersey and he guessed that she wore nothing under it, based on the way her nipples indented the fabric and by the way the jersey draped her shapely thighs. The three were fully clothed, but she looked from face to face with a knowing smile as they pulled away from the curb.
"You three look as if you'd eaten one another's canaries-and everything else you could," she observed and the girls giggled. "He does have a lovely cock, doesn't he?" she remarked to the girls as she reached over to squeeze him through his pants and the girls agreed enthusiastically.
"All three of you are fantastic," he said honestly as his rod hardened to Karna's touch.
"Um," she smiled. "Listen, I want to tell you something before we get to Holly's. You know how I griped that Jill's dull? Well, that's not really true. It's just that she hasn't let herself have fun since Holly's dad-my brother-died. My brother was quite firm without being a tyrant and quite ... strong without being a bully," Karna told him. "And she hasn't let herself have a chance to meet anyone with those qualities."
"Why're you ... ?" he asked her, but she only smiled.
In the back seat, the girls whispered and giggled as they fingered one another. Glancing at the rear-view mirror, he could not be sure if they had been listening or not. He looked back at the road and concentrated on it as Karna continued to stroke him.
* * *
The car was parked in front of Holly's house and the four of them went up to the door. Karna looked around, but no one else was in sight. She curled her hand around the base of his shaft and smiled at the girls. Holly gripped the center of his shaft in her fist and Felice took hold of the top of his trunk and his knob. His eyes lidded as the blood roared in his ears. There were sounds on the other side of the door and they released him as Holly opened the door.
"Hi, Mom."
Jill smiled.
"Ma'am," Felice nodded.
"Jill," Karna smiled as she led the dazed Guy into the entry room, "this is Guy. Guy, this is Jill."
"Hello," Jill nodded.
"Nice to meet you," he nodded as he forced himself to clear his head.
"He's a business associate of mine," Karna explained and he glanced at her questioningly. "Holly, didn't you have something up in your room you wanted to show me?" she urged as she looked at the girls.
"Oh, right," Holly nodded. "We'll be back in a couple of minutes," she told him and her mother as she led Karna and Felice up the stairs.
"Well, uh, could I offer you some coffee?" Jill asked.
"Yes," he nodded as Karna's words flashed through his mind. He saw her eyes dart down toward his obvious erection as she turned to lead him toward the kitchen.
He, of course, knew Jill's face from the photo at Karna's but he had not been really prepared for her beauty, which far outshone what the camera had caught. Her deep blue eyes were heavily lidded and darkly lashed. Her cheekbones were high and rounded, her jaw was firm and it tapered in to her slightly wide chin. Her nose's straight bridge tapered down from under her forehead, much like Holly's, but it did not angle out and it flared back with her nostrils. The waves of her strawberry blonde hair gleamed brightly and her lightly tanned flesh was radiant. Her long, graceful neck gave her a regal bearing and the sensualness of her full, lightly gapped lips and her lush body added a stunning, earth mother aspect.
She wore a dark green robe tied at the waist. The laced top of her nightgown showed at the top of it and the translucent lower part showed just below it. Her calves were shapely, her ankles trim and her feet slender.
"Do you take anything in your coffee?" she asked as she put a fire under the pot.
"No," he said directly as he looked into her eyes.
She started to look back to the stove, but did not seem able to. She lowered her eyes, but they touched on the tenting rise of his engorged tool and she quickly lifted them back to his.
"Have you known Karna long?" she asked with a trace of nervousness.
"A few weeks."
"What do you think of the girls?" she asked and he saw something in her eyes that told him she somehow suspected that he and the girls were not strangers and that she felt more envy than alarm at the thought.
"They're very attractive and very bright."
"Yes, it doesn't seem like we were that sharp when we were their ages," she said and she looked back to turn off the fire.
He sat down at the heavy table, which reminded him of those in restaurant kitchens. She placed a cup before him and he saw that her slender, long-fingered hand trembled a little as she poured the coffee. She put the pot back and started to sit, but his eyes held hers sternly over the rim of the cup and she found herself standing before him. She looked as if she were awaiting his judgment on the coffee, but he said nothing.
Upstairs, Karna and the girls had paused to listen after leaving him with Jill. Holly and Felice had looked at one another from either side of the woman, smiled and they raised their hands to caress her big breasts through the jersey of her dress.
"My, but you two've gotten hungry, haven't you?" Karna said tightly and Holly lifted up onto her toes so that she could kiss her aunt deeply.
Karna wavered with uncertainty for a moment, but it melted away as they opened her dress to caress her naked tits and as Holly's tongue licked at hers. The wrap-around dress came open and they slipped it off her shoulders. Her arms went around the girls and she caressed their fannies as they sucked at her hardened nipples. She leaned back against the wall and she began to open their pants as their fingers stroked her dark plume and slid up into her damp pussy.
In the kitchen, he set the cup down by the edge of the table. He held the cup loosely and he shifted his hand as if to catch it while he splashed some of the now lukewarm liquid onto his lap. With a little gasp, she looked down at the wet spots on the crotch of his slacks and her eyes held to the stiff rise of his prick against the cloth.
Without lifting her head, she raised her eyes to his. He made no motion to brush away the moisture, nor did he ask for a towel. He continued looking into her eyes and he understood why Karna had said What she had.
Swallowing hard, Jill turned and took a dish towel from a drawer. She held it out to him in a trembling hand, but he did not take it. His eyes narrowed and she leaned forward. She timidly touched the towel to the spots of moisture and to the rigid press of his thick length. She swayed as if she were about to lose her footing.
She squeezed her eyes shut in an effort to clear her head and her towel-wrapped hand paused against the stretched cloth. Why was she doing this? She had only met him a few minutes before and Karna and the girls could come in at any moment.
She opened her eyes, intent on leaving the room. But her eyes opened on his. The coldness had been replaced with warmth and she felt his hard shaft move beneath her touch. Her hand began to shift the towel as if by its own choice.
"It's much easier if you have one hand under the cloth to rub against," he said. "Don't you think so?"
Her lips parted with disbelief over what his tone had made a direction. But as she hesitated his eyes began to again grow stem. Slowly, her hand moved to the waistband of his slacks and she began to sink to her knees. The softness of her hand slid down between his abdomen and the pants. Her ears were filled with a buzzing as she felt her fingers slide into his pubic hear. Her face was hot.
"There's another spot below that," he said hoarsely and she felt a flush of pleasure at seeing pleasure in his eyes.
Unquestioning, she worked her hand further down until the waistband pressed against the inside of her wrist. She could feel the base of his shaft against her fingers. She rubbed against the spot and to the sides of her fingers' pressing and thus against the outside of his erect tool.
"There's another spot below that," he said, but her vision was too blurred to tell if there was or wasn't another spot. "It might be easier just to open my pants," he enunciated clearly and she looked up with a mixture of desire and pleading in her eyes. "Open my pants. Now."
Her hand shifted to get free of his pants, but his abdomen was tensed. Her hand was held tightly between his body and the cloth. She told herself that the only way to get free was to open his pants. She did not consider standing, or asking him to pull his flat abdomen further in. Instead, she let the towel slip from her hand and she rested it for a moment against his rigid trunk. Then, she began to unbuckle his belt and open his pants. She stared at the snap as she undid it and so she did not see his expression. Rather than looking at her coldly, or with approval, he was staring down at her with amazement and delight.
Karna's wrap-around dress lay at the top of the stairs with the girls' clothing and the three stood on the other side of the kitchen's swinging door. The girls had kissed and caressed her lush breasts as they and she had slowly fingered one another and kissed. When the kiss had ended, they had listened and realized that they had heard nothing from below for awhile. Smiling at one another, they had tiptoed down the stairs, listened and then moved across the dining room with the stealth of children trying to catch Santa leaving gifts. Now, they were embracing at the kitchen door. They had strained to hear his words and their hands tightened on one another's fannies and in one another's slits as they heard the sound of Guy's zipper being opened. Their heads turned and they looked at one another with wonderment-widened eyes and smiles.
Jill's hand shifted against his abdomen and cock as her other hand tugged the zipper open. Her eyes were fixed on the widening Vee of the opened pants. She saw the curlings of his pubic hair around her fingers and then the lower trunk of his shaft. Her hand eased away from his abdomen and hung loosely against the inside of his thigh as she rested her forearm on it. The thumb and first two fingers of her other hand continued to tightly hold the tab of his zipper. She moistened her lips and raised her glassy eyes.
His eyes were lidded and a smile lifted the corners of his lips. She felt a sense of relief and pleasure.
"Take it out," he said and she frowned with confusion. "Take my cock out," he told her and she blushed deeply. "Take it out now," he told her and the smile was gone.
She was trembling as she watched her hands move between the cloth and the insides of his thighs. Her curved fingers felt the weighted sac of his balls and her thumbs touched the top of his shaft. Slowly, she moved her fingers to the underside of his rod and she began to draw it out of his pants. Her breathing was ragged as she slid more and more of his shaft free. Then, his cock was thrusting out toward her face and the bulbous glands was almost touching her lips. He felt her wavering breath against him.
"Kiss it," he said and she could not find the words of protest or the strength to stand. "Kiss it," he repeated and her eyes closed as she tilted her head forward.
Her lips pressed against the swollen bulb, but they did not pull back immediately, as she had intended. Instead, her lips shifted and her tongue touched against the velvet soft flesh as if she were kissing his mouth. It had been so long since she had ... She raised her face and looked up at him. He nodded slowly and she smiled shyly.
"Stand up," he said and she did not know if she was disappointed or relieved not to be told to give him head. "Take off your robe," he said as she straightened onto shapely, but momentarily shaky legs.
"I ... " she began, but there seemed no sense in protesting.
He was leaning back, apparently relaxed and his rigid tool was aiming up toward her. Her fingers fumbled with the sash of the robe and then the dark green cloth opened from over her nightgown. She eased it back from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. The top of the gown was brocaded to the tops of her breasts' lush domes. He could see her long, slender waist through the gown, as well as her high, rounded hips and her long, tapering legs.
"Take off the gown," he said and she glanced toward the closed door as she suddenly remembered Karna and the girls. Could they still be busy upstairs? Or was this some carnal hallucination brought on by prolonged abstinence? She did not know, but she leaned down to gather the hem of the gown and the blood rushed to her head. She swayed for a moment as she screwed her eyes shut. She inhaled deeply and slowly stood. Her hands had not let go of the gown and he watched the fabric rise from her shapely calves where the sun glinted on flecks of down.
Her long, full thighs were even downier and her muff was a soft haze over her full mound. Her stomach was firm and smooth. Her breasts were ripe domes and they too were hazed with the pale down. Her aureoles were pale, pinkish-tan caps topped by erect nipples with puckered tips. She raised the gown over her head and he saw that her plump underarms were also though she had her flushed face lowered.
"Lovely," he said and she looked up with a beaming smile despite herself. "Now, finish undressing me," he said.
She started to hesitate and his eyes began to grow cold. She stepped back quickly to him and knelt before the thrust of his rod as she removed his shoes and socks.
Having heard his words, Holly eased down to her knees and eased the swinging door open just enough to peek through. Her eyes opened in amazement at the sight of her naked mother undressing Guy. Felice leaned over above her to look also and Karna knelt behind her to look over her shoulder. The woman smiled warmly at the sight and she slid a hand between Holly's thighs and curled her fingers up into her cunny. Holly's one hand tightened against the door frame and she reached up with the other to stroke Felice's slit. All three were breathing deeply as they watched Jill remove his shirt.
He stood up and she sat back against her heels. Her knees were apart and damp pink showed beneath her pubic down, but she did not notice or did not care. He lifted one foot and then the other and she slipped his pants off. Now naked, he looked down into her eyes and then he offered her his hand. Gradually, she rose up as he drew her to her feet. His knob touched just below her deep-set naval.
He continued to hold her hand as he turned from the waist and she watched his face as he quickly cleared the top of the heavy table. He turned back to her and brought her body to his. She inhaled deeply as she felt the underside of his staff pressing up against her stomach and she felt his weighted sac shift against her tremoring slit.
His arms around her, he held her wrists lightly against the tops of her large, firm ass cheeks. He touched his lips to hers and her eyes closed. His chest shifted against the puckered tips of her burning nipples. His lips nibbled at hers and his tongue ran over the furled curve of her upper lip and the fullness of her lower hp. He slid the tip of his tongue into the light gap between her lips then out to the sides. He kissed her cheeks, her forehead, and temples, her closed eyes and her ears. His lips returned to hers and they kissed hungrily. His hands moved down over her lush ass to pull her even closer and she gripped his strong back.
He turned her with him as their tongues dove and twisted and the base of her fanny pressed against the edge of the table. She leaned back and her hands moved up his back. He leaned down with her and the waves of her strawberry blonde hair spread over the table top. His hands moved from her full hips to her slender waist and then up to the rich domes of her breasts. His hips moved back and his knob slid down through her down. She moaned into his mouth. His knob pressed into her slit and her legs squeezed his. "
He raised his head and she squinted up into his eyes as he slid his thick length slowly, slowly up into her quaking depths. She groaned and her hands clutched his back. Her body arched against his and her cunt spasmed around his movements. The top of his shaft shifted beneath her clit and his knob glided over her cervix. She cried out with happiness.
Her abandon sent flashes of heat through him and he kissed her nipples as she writhed against him.
Holly nibbled at her lower lip as she watched her mother coming. Her own cunt was shaking around her aunt's fingers and Felice's was clutching at her fingers. Like a sleepwalker, Holly rose to her feet and she entered the kitchen. Surprised, Karna and Felice glanced at one another.
He had lifted up from the waist and his body was bowed forward toward the edge of the table where his prod was thrusting within Jill's squeezing and rotating nook. He turned his head at the sight of the naked Holly and she smiled vaguely at him. She looked at Jill, but her mother's eyes were squeezed shut. He shifted his eyes to the door and saw Karna and Felice. Holly motioned to the woman and Karna uncertainly moved to the side of the table opposite him. Jill's head was tilted back over it and she murmured with momentary confusion as silky thighs moved against her temples. But her arousal was at too high a pitch for protest and so she accepted the sweetly scented mound that pressed against her lips and kissed the dark plume. Karna squeezed her sister-in-law's breasts as Jill's tongue slid up into her nook and as her lips kissed wildly at her nether lips.
Smiling with delight, Holly climbed onto the heavy table and both Guy and Karna watched with curiosity while Jill's mouth and cunt filled them with surges of pleasure. She knelt astride her mother's body and she leaned down to kiss the fusion of Jill's loins and his. Her hands caressing their hips, she kissed at the top of his shaft as he thrust and at the firm rise of Jill's clit. She gurgled happily as she tasted Jill's nectar and her knees slid back and off the table as her slit pressed against the workings of Jill's chin.
Jill seemed oblivious to the weight of her petite daughter. She was consumed with the plunging turns of his cock, the licking of her clit, the caressing of her breasts by Holly's stomach and the scents and tastes of the cunnies at her chin and mouth.
Karna squeezed Holly's plump ass cheeks and fingered the base of her cleavage and her anus. The girl twisted her breasts against her mother's stomach. The movements of Jill's chin, mouth and tongue were filling them both with waves of cresting rapture.
Felice watched with a wide-eyed look of awe and arousal. She saw his expression of heightened pleasure and the tightening of his buttocks as he churned his tool in the mother's cunny while the daughter licked it and his shaft. Jill's juices gleamed from Holly's mouth as she caressed Jill's stomach with her tits and twisted her pussy against Jill's chin and Karna's pussy. Karna clutched Jill's hips for support as she groaned at Jill's tonguing.
Holly turned her passion-flushed face toward Felice and merriment showed in her eyes. She motioned for Felice to join in and Felice moved her eyes over the four bodies in search of an opening. She moved forward and she moved behind Guy. Kneeling, she began to lick and suck at his balls and she moved her fingers up into both his and Jill's rectums to move with the thrustings of his cock in Jill's quim.
The movement of the girl's finger against his prostate was the capping touch. Groaning from deep in his chest as volcanic explosions racked his body and blurred his thoughts, he shook as his come hosed up into the blast furnace of Jill's depths and she bucked and twisted as she came again.
Jill's cunt spasmed around his jerking rod as his juices flooded her and her ass clutched at Felice's finger. Her belly twisted against her daughter's tits as Holly sucked at the frenzied pulsing of her clit. She spread her mouth wide against Holly and Karna's joined slits and filled her mouth with the mixture of their delicious tastes as she licked and sucked. Her hands gripped Karna's plush ass as she continued to come.
He gripped the edge of the table as he swayed in the ebb tide of his climax. The air was heady with the blend of their fragrances and it was filled with their groans and sighs. He pushed back to straighten up and his rod came free of Jill's cunt and Felice's finger popped from his ass.
Felice moved her mouth to Jill's box and she licked his jizm from the drenched splay of the woman.
Holly's ass clutched at Karna's finger and her cunt shook against Jill's mouth and Karna's cunt. Her mouth brushed against Felice's at Jill's cleavage. Karna's body dropped back from the waist as she came and her finger came free of her niece as she stepped back before dropping limply to the floor.
Jill licked and sucked at the plump cunt and clutched the full buttocks. Her clit raced higher and higher in its climb toward release. Her breasts twisted against the firm curve of the stomach above them and her stomach tightened against the plump hillocks moving against her.
Felice dropped back beside Guy and Karna slid over from the other side of the table. Caressing one another, they watched Jill and Holly clutch each other tightly as they came and the mother and daughter cried out into one another's depths as they climaxed.
Jill felt her body begin to still after long moments had passed and she became aware that the person atop her had rolled off. She had gone down on two women and one of them and another had gone down on her while the man had balled her. Who? Three women. What three women were in the house? She sat up in alarm and saw Holly sitting smiling beside her and Karna and Felice smiling from either side of Guy. She shook her head, unable to deed with it.
"Wasn't it great?" Holly grinned. "And isn't his cock great?"
"I ... " Jill stammered as the memories of her ecstasies swept through her.
"Answer your daughter," he said firmly and his eyes sternly held hers.
"Yes," she nodded and she gave up the pretense of protest. "Yes, it is," she said and she and Guy smiled at one another while Karna and Holly hugged her.
"I thought you didn't like me," Jill admitted to Karna.
"I just didn't like you denying yourself. My brother wouldn't have wanted that," she smiled and the sisters-in-law kissed.
"As a lover, uncle, or dad, you're great," Holly told him after they'd kissed deeply and hugged tightly.
"He could be all three, if he wanted," Karna smiled.
"What do you think of that idea?" he asked Jill.
"I ... I like it," she admitted with a shy smile.
"But where does that leave me?" Felice asked as she stroked his hardening, nectar-coated cock.
"Well, we're like sisters," Holly said as she curled her hand below Felice's around his shaft. "So, it's the same for you as for me, right?" she grinned.
"Right," Felice nodded and they both giggled as they kissed.
"Let's not forget Aunt Karna," Karna said as she topped his shaft and held his knob.
"Or your mom," Jill said and she slid her hand under the other three to caress his nuts.
His arms around the girls, he squeezed their breasts and he leaned forward to kiss the women. His cock throbbing in the grip of Felice, Holly and Holly's aunt and his balls swelling in the hand of Holly's mother, he let out a deep breath of awe to his good fortune. He looked at the girls' faces, the face of Karna, who was in her mid-twenties and the face of Jill, who was in her mid-thirties.
"If this is what it means to get caught in the generation gap ... he laughed and he kissed Holly and Felice as their mouths met his and one another's.
"You're a family man now," Karna grinned and the five of them lowered themselves to the floor as they began to make love again. There was no end in sight.
