"Hi Star." Zach Wheat stood in the doorway of Star Murchison's cozy office.
"Come on in, Zach. What can I do for you?" Zach entered and sat on a small leather couch that Star reserved for visitors. She was beautiful. Her lower body was hidden by her desk and Zach gazed at the charms of her torso. She was a compact girl whose entire being radiated a puckish sensuality. Her face was framed by a tawny mane of golden hair-her mouth was full, her neck long and white. Her lovely breasts, though not large, were soft and straining. Zach's throat turned to cotton when he noticed she was wearing a translucent blouse and no bra. She had an ass to build a dream on; she swung her hips saucily when she walked. Zach realized he was staring and smiled sheepishly.
"Well ... I realize this is rather short notice, but I'm going to the country this weekend and I was wondering if you might want to come alone?"
Since Star had only been working in Zach's office for two weeks, he hadn't been able to engage her in any but the most cursory conversations. They'd had lunch twice, but the talk had been mostly business. Zach was the managing editor of Urban Life and Star had been recently hired as fashion editor of the magazine. They'd chatted about office intrigues and little else, yet Zach had been aware of that peculiar chemistry which is unleashed when two people realize that they attract one another. He'd assumed Star was a no-bullshit person who wouldn't reject his invitation simply because they hadn't known each other for an appropriate length of time.
Star cocked her head like an adorable collie and watched Zach color as he awaited her answer. She liked Zach and generally agreed with his cynical appraisals of their co-workers. "Where are you going?" she asked.
"My aunt and uncle live in Hartford and they had a pool installed this summer. Since this is probably going to be the last hot weekend of September, I thought I'd drive up there to swim and think about how depressing winter is. My two sisters and their families are also coming and I was thinking you might want to come up with me."
"Sounds like a family reunion." said Star, smiling "Not really," Zach countered. "We're an odd family in that we like each other. In fact, we're all friends."
"I'd love to come. Zach," said Star. "I haven't been swimming since July and I love the water. Are you leaving from work or are you going home first?"
"I thought we'd leave from work. I have some old clothes and a swim suit in Hartford. After work I could drive you . . ."
Star smiled. "It's almost lunchtime, Zach. I'll go home, pack a few things, and we can leave from the office. Are you sure I won't need anything more than old clothes and a bathing suit?"
"Oh, no, it's a very informal place and I like it like that."
"So do I," Star said. She was really looking forward to the weekend. Suddenly Friday had taken on an exciting tinge. She hadn't been at all put off by the abruptness of Zach's invitation. She was impressed by his candor. "Good enough, Zach. See you after lunch."
Zach rose, fixed her with his most devilish grin and was startled to see her return a look of wanton sexuality. "See you later . . ."
"Bye," said Star warmly.
Zach was so pleased with himself that he didn't go back to his office. Instead, he sauntered out to Roy's Chinese Pavilion, his favorite lunching place, and celebrated the start of a glorious weekend with five bourbons and Chinese pepper steak. As he paid his bill, he was accosted by Roy, the consistently boring and effusive owner of the restaurant. "You rook happy today, Mr. Peat," said Roy. "Yes, I am, Loy," said Zach who got a large kick out of teasing Roy about his language problem. "I'm going to the country this afternoon for some fucky-fucky. By the way, the pepper steak was excellent today�--you consistently outdo yourself." Zach, happy with liquor, decided to bullshit the grinning Oriental with faint praise.
Roy beamed and gazed at Zach thoughtfully. Mysteriously, he reached into his breast pocket and handed Zach a small envelope. He motioned him to open it. Zach did and saw a fine, brown powder which had a tangy scent. "Mr. Reat, you find yourself most rucky to have tord me about weekend prans. Before fucky-fucky, prace finger in brlown powder. Terl gir-fliend to crose eyes and push finger into her ass. Then fucky. Enjoy, enjoy, Mr. Reat. It is perhaps better than our most dericious pepper steak."
Well fortified by bourbon, Zack wasn't startled by this kind gesture. He pocketed the powder, thanked the yellow man profusely and wheeled back to work.
Time didn't fly by. Zach found he couldn't concentrate and often found himself staring out the window towards where he imagined Hartford to be. He felt good. A lovely girl had consented to accompany him for the weekend. And, as if that wasn't enough to make his spirits soar, he was anxious to see his sisters and his aunt and uncle. Zach had the heart of a little boy when he thought of his family. His parents' death had been a severe shock and he treasured his remaining family with an affection that bordered on obsession. His sisters and he had a wonderful childhood and, though he expected the ties to wane as the years passed, he found himself caring more about them each year. The death of his older sister's husband, a gentle man named Jack, had affected him like the passing of a brother. Perhaps it was the bourbon; perhaps it was the brilliant afternoon sun glinting off the turrets of New York, or it could lave been the anticipation of his weekend, but Zach found his eyes mist with a curious mixture of old grief and new joy. He was happy to be Zachariah Wheat, drunk on a Friday, about to fuck.
He glanced at his watch. Five o'clock, time to get moving. Most of the people in the office left at about four-thirty on Friday-the lure of the weekend, he guessed. In fact, as he strode to Star's office, the halls of Urban Life were bare. He knocked on Star's door and entered. She looked up from her desk, tawny tresses fell from her shoulders. "Sit down," she said, "and fix yourself a drink. I want to finish this story before we leave or I'll be bored thinking about it all weekend. Is that O.K.?" Star was looking forward to a weekend free from day-to-day tedium. At twenty-six, she had long ago accepted the fact that she enjoyed sex and, when packing her clothes, she had whimsically decided that she would sleep with Zach the moment the opportunity presented itself. She didn't want to arise from a languid afternoon of fucking and suddenly remember that she had left some work undone. Star led a rather ordered existence. She believed there was a time for work and a time for play I and one must never interrupt the other.
"Fine. Do you want a drink. Star?" asked Zach. "Yes, a finger of Scotch and some ice, please." He padded to her tiny refrigerator on a thick, gold carpet. He poured the burnished liquor into two glasses, dropped in some ice cubes and placed Star's drink on her desk. He was content to wait and watch her work. He noticed her hand as it gripped the pencil, her gentle fingertips pressing the slender, yellow shaft and imagined that she held his cock in a similar grasp. She was breathing softly, intent on her work, and her breasts swelled with each inhalation. With her head bent, a gentle curtain of hair rested on her left breast, separated from the firm tit by the filmy blouse she wore today. The combination of silk, hair and breast caused his cock to I thicken. He didn't try to hide his erection. She raised her head to look at him and their eyes met; their looks dripped with sex, and he knew she would cherish every vein in his cock before the weekend ended.
"I'm through," she said and sighed. "Why don't we finish our drinks and then head off? I could use some quiet time before the weekend starts. O.K.?" Zach nodded and made room for her on the couch. She stood up from her desk and stretched like a lynx. Drink in hand, she moved silently and sat on the couch next to Zach. "Well, one more week done. I think I'm finally beginning to get the feel of this place . . . you know, I think I read Urban Life only once before I came here. Now I read it everyday."
"It's not a bad magazine," said Zach, "a bit to the right in its political views, but I guess that doesn't affect you or your job."
"No, I've never been political anyway. I'm an apathist now. Once I was a real marcher and rally-goer, but now . . ." Her voice trailed off and she laughed. "Life in New York is complicated enough. I guess I'm just lucky because I don't feel politics affects me, at least not directly."
Zach snorted and was about to give her a dose of his "where do you think your taxes are going" speech, but decided against it. It was hard to be political sitting next to Star. He didn't want to think, he wanted to feel . . . he wanted to fuck Star right now. She was acutely aware of his body and his sexual presence. Star edged a little closer to him and decided her decision of the afternoon was a wise one. She knew she could tell almost immediately if she was going to have sex with a man. In Zach's case, the decision had been easy. She knew she would see him daily, and felt their mutual attraction on at first meeting him. She had decided that life, at best, was a series of blind coincidences, engendered by snap decisions. Why think and ponder when fifty percent of the time a wrong decision would result? She was young and she was lovely and she wanted to fuck; she wanted o feel cock and maybe some faint humiliation. Star enjoyed taking sexual orders, and she enjoyed giving them.
Zach's hand snaked to her thigh and she didn't suppress her mild squirm. His hand was strong and hot and she found her body starting to heat up in response. She reciprocated by lightly touching his leg and making little designs on his pants with her fingernails. Zach wanted that soft hand on his cock. He wanted his hard cock in her cunt, her mouth, her ass. She continued to tease him and he felt an incredible burst of lust in his belly. She saw him tense. "Do you want to fuck me, Zach?" she purred.
He placed his hand firmly over hers and said, "Take off your skirt, but leave your panties on." Star's eyes glinted and she nodded at him, telling him that this was the way she wanted it . . . now. She obeyed. Slowly, she unzipped her skirt, slipped it off, and looked at him. Star was wearing black, bikini panties and she looked like a fuck dream. Her eyes were glistening.
"Tell me what you want, Zach."
"All right, Star, turn over on your belly and clasp your hands behind your back. Try to touch the back of your ass, baby. I want to see you strain." Star jumped up and fell to the floor. They both knew how they wanted this fuck to go and they ached with the knowledge that it had begun. Star, her head raised from the carpet, her hands tight behind her, looked up at him, her eyes moist slits.
"Is this right?" she asked in a voice husky with lust.
"Very good . . . very good. Now I'm going to walk behind you and take off your panties. Don't move. Keep your ass tense. If you say anything, or even sigh, I'm going to gag you with your panties. Easy baby, I don't want to have to gag you." Zach regretted this order.
Perhaps he had been too kinky too soon. But Star nodded vigorously and he knew it was going to be one kinky fuck. Zach knelt behind her and gently pulled her panties down, exposing an ass like a soft peach. He raised the black silk to his face and delicately sniffed the scent of her wet cunt. It was heady ... he was delirious. "Mmmmmmm," he sighed. "Very good, Star. Very good."
He started to unbutton her blouse, one button it a time; the first button lay where her gorgeous ass sloped up. The dark silk on that white ass was one of the most erotic mixtures he had ever seen. Feverishly he separated the halves of her blouse, told her to unclasp her hands and spread her arms. "I'm going to take your blouse off now, baby. Raise your body so I can get it out from under your breasts." Star arched her back and he pulled out the blouse. She was naked. Her ripe, white body awaited him. "I'll be with you in a minute, Star. Don't move . . . stay still." Zach hurriedly pulled of his clothes, strewing them on the rug. He looked down his pulsing cock; it looked at least an inch longer than it usually did when erect. He had never been so crazy for a fuck in his life. Suddenly he remembered Roy's packet Yes! "I've got a surprise for you, Star," he said, "hold on a minute." She nodded and slowly started to pump her hips on the soft carpet. The fuzzy feel of the wool against her furry cunt was driving her crazy. She wondered about her surprise and the mere thought made her pump her ass faster.
Zach found the packet in his jacket pocket and tuck his finger in his mouth to wet it so the powder would adhere. His right middle finger coated with powder, he turned back to Star who was fucking the carpet with slow undulations.
"All right," he said slowly, "this might hurt a little, but I think you'll like it." She bucked when he said "hurt." "Put your hands behind your back again and raise your ass." Star immediately complied. Her round ass bobbed in the air, beckoning him, inviting him to fuck her. As Zach watched, she spread her legs a little and he was treated to the sight of her wet cunt and her puckered asshole. He could hardly restrain himself from leaping on her back and sliding his prick into her juicy cunt, but he knew it would be better if he waited a little longer, gave one last command.
"O.K., baby. I'm going to put my finger in your ass. I want you to tighten your ass so it's hard for me to push it in. Don't relax until my finger is all the way in you." His words were slow. He could hardly believe he was saying them. She heard, nodded her head wildly and awaited Zach's finger.
He knelt between her legs and pulled the left cheek of her ass to the side. The small brown hole was clenched tight, exposed. He placed the tip of his finger against it and pushed very softly. She squeezed as hard as she could, but he kept pushing it in. He broke through the tight ring and shoved until the part of his finger that was covered with powder was eaten by her ass.
In slow strokes, he fingered her ass. A pearl of pre-cum oozed from the tip of his cock as Star's face became flushed and her luscious buttocks, skewered by his finger, danced against his hand. Her movements became jerky and it appeared she was about to cum. His finger had only been inside her for a few minutes and she was about to cum. "Tell me what you feel Star," Zach croaked.
"Ohhhh . . . baby . . . ohhhhh . . . Zach."
"Tell me what you feel," he said fiercely.
"I . . .'I'm hot . . . I'm burning. Rub my cunt... . . .cum. . . I'm going to cum."
Zach could hold off no longer. With a gasp, he withdrew his finger and knelt over her twisting ass, placing his cock at the blinking opening.
"Give it to me, Zach. Fuck my ass, baby," she cried.
He tried to insert his cock-the head was swollen, red. Entrance would be easy if only he could get her dancing ass still for a moment. He placed one hand under her hips so he could finger her clitoris while he fucked her. The touch of his hand started her cum. Star moaned and tensed as the cum tendrils spread through her. This gave Zach an opportunity to insert his cock -he thrust into her hot, tight asshole. The powder had turned her ass into a fiery hole and Zach fucked into her hard while his hand maintained a slow clit-rub. Star started to build toward her second cum. Her lovely body was bucking against his hard fucking. Zach wet his free hand in her hot juices and commenced pinching and squeezing her breasts, first the nipple, then the soft sides.
Zach had fucked many girls, many times, but he had never felt this aroused before. Star's ass grasped his cock like a tight, greased, velvet sheath; he fucked rhythmically in and out. The rounded cheeks of her ass felt warm and fleshy on his belly. He pulled her upper body by cupping her breast, her ass tensed and he knew she was ready to cum again. On the edge of his own orgasm. Zach pulled out until only the head of his swollen cock was in her ass. She froze as he did this, unwilling to lose the hard shaft embedded in her hole. "I'm going to fill your ass with cum, baby," he whispered.
"Cum, baby . . . cum, baby . . . now," the fucked girl moaned. Zach shot his cream into Star's hot white ass. She bucked and jerked and spasmed with him. His hand strummed her clit furiously and, as they came. Star clenched her ass to milk every last drop of cum from his cock . . . and then they lay still. He stopped ravishing her clit and she ceased pumping her hot hips.
No cum could dribble out of Star's ass, so tightly was the stiff cock wedged in. Zach was drained. Star was filled; both of them needed time to rest. He lay heavy on her and she relaxed the grip of her ass. They rested.
"I'm coming out now. Star."
"All right. Do it easy." Slowly he raised his upper body off her back and pulled his hips from her buttocks. His cock slid out and he could see the tiny grains of fuck powder clinging to the shaft.
When he was out. Star turned over and looked at him. He lay down beside her, placing his arm over her breast, his head near her ear. They breathed together and Star asked for her drink. Zach gave it to her, and then reached for his. The ice had melted but the liquor tasted good going down their throats which had so recently cried with the language of sex.
"I'm glad I finished my story," said Star. "The last thing I want to think about this weekend is work. Can we sleep together in Hartford?"
"Yes," said Zach, "my relatives are good about that." He glanced at the clock on the wall and noted the time-seven o'clock. They were expected at around eight. Perhaps they should be going. But Star's hand had encircled his cock and she was gently pumping. He was getting hard again; she obviously wanted him. He leaned over and kissed her lovely mouth. He had just fucked her ass ... he wanted to kiss her mouth. Star kissed back with that special warmth she reserved for men who had made her cum.
"We'll go in a minute. I just want to tell you that I've never had an experience like this. I guess you figured me out pretty well-I don't always like it that. . . way, but I did tonight. Now I want to give the orders." Star kept stroking as she talked. Her hand slipped to the base of his cock and she squeezed so that Zach's blood raced and his prick thickened. Then she bent down and touched her wet tongue to the tip, licking softly. Zach sighed.
"I blow slow, Zach," she said. "Don't try to move - let me do the work." She slowly lowered her mouth until the tip of his cock was encased in the wet warmth of her mouth. Her tongue sponged against the cockhead and her head hardly moved. Zach thought he'd cum soon, but her hand clutched the base of his cock so firmly, the feeling was blunted. Star's other hand curled under his balls and squeezed them gently, forcing the cum up into the shaft. Her head started to bob now and Zach fought a desire to grab it and push his cock into her mouth and down her slick throat. Her tongue strokes were so light, and so little of his cock was in her mouth, he could hardly believe he was being sucked off. The feeling was delicate but he knew he'd cum as soon as she'd let him.
He jerked as she inserted the middle finger of the hand that milked his balls into his ass; she tickled his prostate. He started to buck and she pulled off his cock. "Don't move Zach. I'll just take my finger out if it makes you want to cum," she said. Slowly she pulled it out and readjusted the cock to her lips.
Star sucked his cock and gently fondled his balls in rhythm with her head movements. Her breasts were squashed across her belly; Zach felt as if his whole pelvis area was sunk in warmth. Star kept him on the verge of orgasm until he could stand it no longer. Then she pulled her lips off, milking his cock as she spoke. The shaft glistened with saliva. "How do you want it?" she whispered. "In my mouth? On your tummy? On my face?"
The questions almost made Zach cum. He liked to be offered choices. "In your mouth, baby," he moaned softly. She caught his eyes with a smile and tenderly went down on him again. This time, the moment her lips touched his cock, she reinserted her finger in his ass and commenced a rapid sucking action. She unclasped the base of his cock and placed her small hand on his thigh and pulled him deep, deep into her mouth. She sucked for a few seconds and Zach groaned, rewarding her efforts with a burst of thick creamy cum. He shot stream after stream of thick liquid down her willing throat; Star swallowed rapidly with each spurt. Near the end, some of the cum dribbled out of her mouth and onto Zach's belly. When he had finished, Star let the cock lie in her warm mouth. Then she slowly pulled her finger, which had fucked his ass while he came, out of him. Cock in mouth, she rested her head on his belly.
Zach's breathing slowed and he placed a hand on her head and played with her damp hair. She licked her cummy lips, loosed the softening cock, and looked up at Zach. He pulled her to him and kissed her mouth, inserted his tongue where his cock had been, holding her tight in his arms. "That was fantastic . . . you're fantastic," he whispered. She giggled and raised her torso up. Her breasts stood firm and proud.
"Maybe we should be going," she said.
Getting out of the city had been rough. People realized that this September weekend was perhaps the last hot one before the onset of fall. Finally, shedding the city traffic, they hit the highway.
Star watched Zach's stern profile as he hunched over the wheel. He was a good driver, an aggressive driver. He had a strong face, full and boyish, topped with think brown hair that curled over his ears and down the back of his neck. His body is deceptive. Star thought. In clothes, he had a nice lean look, but she hadn't expected the corded muscles of his arms and chest, his tight, rippled belly. He must be proud of his body. Star thought. She liked men who kept themselves fit. Zach was certainly no threat to Muhammad Ali, but he was in good shape.
"Tell me about your sisters," she said.
"Not much to tell except I know you'll like them," said Zach. "Eve is younger than me. She married really nice guy named Don about two years ago. They live in Pennsylvania and run a small leather goods store. Don has worked with leather all his life and Eve picked it up from him. They're very quiet people, but when they speak, you find yourself listening. Strange.
"Polly is older than me. Her husband. Jack, was killed in a car crash about three years ago." Zach waited for Star to say she was sorry and when she remained silent, he silently blessed her. "Polly and Jack had a kid named Sam. He took his father's death hard. I guess we all did. But Polly and the kid have come out of it pretty well. They live near Tim and Livia, my aunt and uncle, and Tim has tried to act like a father, when he has the time, which isn't often because he's a dentist and really loves his work."
"Ugh, I'd hate to look into people's mouths all day," Star winced. She wasn't sure she was going to like Tim.
Zach laughed. "I know what you mean, but Tim just gets kicks out of fixing mouths. He even teaches at the University of Connecticut every other semester." Zach smiled, thinking about Tim who was so serious about his work he refused to treat the members of the family; he felt he could never rationalize a mistake if one occurred. "Tim's all right. He's just an obsessive person. His collection of old guns is second only to his collection of drills."
"Charming," said Star. "If he makes a mistake on your mouth; he can put you out of your misery with his guns."
"Fuck off," Zach grinned and softly slapped her thigh. She laughed and shrugged her shoulders. They drove on in silence. "Do you stay in contact with your family?"
"Oh, we write and call one another every once in a while," Star said softly. "My parents live in France and they are what you could charitably call eccentric artists. Always were. I was an only child and most of my memories are of cluttered rooms filled with half-finished paintings and my parents' weird, weird friends. I was born in the United States, but my parents moved to France when I was five. I went to school there and liked it, but when I was eighteen, I figured I'd come back here for college. I'm glad I did because I like American life better than French. The French are, as a group, an arrogant bunch, sort of removed from reality, I think."
"I've never been there," Zach replied. "I've been to Europe a few times, but I've always stayed in England.
I've always had a thing about England, the countryside especially. Give me a quiet country pub, a pint of ale and a cold, wet day and I'll never bitch."
Star smiled. She hadn't quite pictured Zach as the type who was content to stare into his beer and contemplate the melancholy. Of course she hadn't quite counted on the lovely sex they had just had, either.
"Listen," he said, "I think we're going to be very late and I don't want them to hold dinner for us. Why don't we stop, have some food, and call to tell the others to go ahead without us. I hate the idea of people waiting for us to eat."
"Fine."
"There's a steak house a few miles away," Zach continued. "We'll stop there." Soon a neon light appeared advertising the charms of Danno's Steakhouse which was two miles ahead. Zach drove on and pulled into the parking lot of a cozy-looking restaurant. He went through the motions of opening Star's door. To his relief, she opened it herself, swinging her sexy legs to the gravel and boosting herself out of the car. "I'm starved she said. Zach looked around at the densely packed parking lot. He hoped they wouldn't have to wait for a table. But when they entered, one glance sufficed to show them that every table was full.
"You'll have about a twenty-minute wait, I'm afraid " said a waitress.
"What do you think?" asked Zach, turning to Star.
"As long as we're here why don't we wait?" she said. "It's a gorgeous night-why don't we take a walk?"
"O.K.," Zach replied. "We'll be back," he told the waitress whose eyes had narrowed when Star said "walk." She nodded and turned away. "Listen. Star, I'm going to call Livia and tell her not to worry. Be back in a minute." Zach walked toward the phone on the wall and fumbled for a dime. He dialed and heard the answering rings.
"Hello."
"Liv? It's Zach."
"Where are you, honey?"
"Something came up at the office, Liv, I'm sorry. Look, why don't you all eat and we'll be by in an hour or so. O.K.?"
"Oh, nonsense, Zach. We'll wait."
"Come on, Liv, I really don't want you to wait. Really I don't. Eat your damn dinner, and we'll be by later for a night swim. O.K.?"
"I've always had trouble saying no to you, Zach," Liv said with a chuckle. "All right, we'll go ahead and eat. But hurry up. Everyone is dying to see you. Eve and Don look great. Polly's in good shape, and so's Sam. Jim's showing him his gun collection again, right now."
"See you soon, Liv, and say hello to everyone for me - Margie too." Margie was his aunt's live-in maid. Zach .ways hit it off well with Margie.
"O.K. Zach. Bye."
"Bye, Liv." Zach replaced the receiver and walked back to Star who was standing by the door. They walked outside. They turned to the side of the restaurant to see if there might be a grassy area behind. There was. Behind the restaurant were some picnic tables; perhaps they were used during the summer for overflow crowds. Now they were deserted. Star's heart quickened when she saw picnic tables. She knew they had left the restaurant to fuck and she didn't like screwing on the ground; it was uncomfortable. One of the tables was set close to the woods behind the restaurant and they stopped when they reached that one. Zach found himself aching to fuck again. He reached for Star, wrapped his arms around her, and pushed her firm ass into his hips. They held and swayed for a moment. Star sighed as Zach reached his right hand down and pulled up the back of her skirt. He held it up, exposing her soft ass to the quiet woods.
CHAPTER TWO
Livia and Tim lived in a large colonial house on five secluded acres outside Hartford. The house had been called Streamhouse when they'd bought it eighteen years before and they had laughed at the pretension of calling a house anything, but they kept the name anyway, Tonight Streamhouse was alive with light. Aunt Livia was in the kitchen, fussing with the roast talking with Don who occasionally looked at the peas to see how they were cooking. He was explaining the intricacies of making leather belts and her eyes twinkled as she cooked and listened to his excited rambling, Livia was a ripe woman of forty-eight years. She had gracefully entered her forties and found she rather enjoyed playing the role of "Auntie." She loved the weekends when Zach came up. Polly and Sam had been around all summer and Eve and Don had visited frequently. But Zach was her favorite of all her late sister's children. There was something about his eyes, she imagined, something taunting, something wicked. She laughed. She liked to think of her nephew Zach as wicked. She basted the roast and listened to Don. The other guests were in various states of unpreparedness for dinner. Sam was in Tim's study, surveying his uncle's collection of guns. Eve was napping before dinner, as was Margie, who was almost a member of the family at this point. Polly was taking a bath upstairs.
She hummed to herself as she soaped her body. At thirty-three, she was a woman like an autumn pear, bursting with juice. She had a lean face and thick gold hair which was wrapped in a pink towel to keep it dry. She loved baths and the warm water which cradled every crevice and curve of her body. She tenderly soaped her inner thighs, she thought of the strange thing Don had said when she and Sam had arrived. She didn't know Don very well. She thought him secretive, almost aloof. But Eve obviously loved him and he looked gentle and strong. It was his voice that grated her. So calm, so deep and thoughtful. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was a note in his voice this afternoon that had made her rather nervous. Maybe it had been his kiss. He had come to the door when she had honked for help with her suitcase. Sammy had run out of the car to say hello to Liv and Tim. Don descended the steps quickly, uncharacteristically, and met her as she opened the car. She'd greeted him and kissed him as usual. But this time he had held the kiss a moment too long and she could have sworn his tongue had touched her teeth, begging for entrance into her mouth.
They'd traded small talk as he took the bags out of the trunk and then he straightened and gazed deep into her eyes. She'd made a flippant comment about the heat and he'd continued gazing. Then he said, "I've arranged for your room to be the one adjoining ours this weekend." She had smiled but she couldn't understand the comment. His voice had been slow and measured as always but . . . He's always been a strange one, she thought. Polly soaped her legs, hummed, and thought about her brother Zach.
"Does this one still shoot. Uncle Tim?"
"No, I took the pin out when I bought it. Most of them don't work now, Sam."
Sam held the old carbine in his young hands. It gleamed with the polish of his uncle's love. Tim was a man whose life was divided into segments. First his work, then his guns, then his wife, and the love showed on the gleaming guns and on his wife's face.
"The man who sold me that gun swore it was one of the first hundred carbines manufactured by Mr. Winchester in the East," Tim said. "I can't read the serial number but it's an old, old weapon-that I can tell you for certain."
"It's a beauty," said Sam, hefting the weapon. "It's about five times heavier than it looks."
"The men who used that gun used to aim it by laying it over some rocks," said Tim. "You're right, it's much too heavy for a man to lift and shoot straight."
Sam lay the heavy carbine on the desk and asked, "When's dinner? When's Uncle Zach and that girl coming?"
"Zach called to tell us they'd be a little late; we're going to eat in a little while. Why don't you go upstairs and get ready? I'll call you when it's time to eat."
"O.K. Uncle Tim. Thanks for showing me your guns."
"Sure, Sammy, maybe you'll want to help me clean the one I bought last weekend. It's a Civil War flintlock."
"That'd be great, thanks," Sam ran upstairs, found his room and flopped down on his bed. He was proud of himself these days. He'd had his first fuck this summer - Debbie Battel, the daughter of one of his mother's closest friends. If she ever guessed that Polly's little Sammy was giving it to her little girl . . . Sam laughed. He was glad to have gotten his first piece, and he sure wouldn't mind giving Debbie's mother what he'd given Debbie. Like most nineteen year olds, Sam was continually hungry-hungry for food, and starved for sex. He thought about dinner and about somehow getting into Margie, the maid.
Margie wasn't thinking about Sam. She wasn't thinking about anything except Eve's soft tongue while was delicately flicking her clitoris. The black woman moaned and raised her thick legs off the bed so Eve could suck her better. Eve's head was between Margie's spread thighs and one of her hands gently stroked the maid's buttery belly as she lapped and licked the hot cunt.
"Mmmmmm, good girl, suck me good ... suck Margie off . . . mmmmmm," the dusky woman urged. Eve was lying, belly down, a long white plain before the upstretched mountains of Margie's thighs. She inserted a finger into Margie's cunt as she sucked her clit, licking her inner thighs. At the insertion, Margie moaned and bucked her hips wildly against Eve's slippery face. Eve opened her eyes at the sound and slowly withdrew her finger and ceased her sucking. Margie moaned again at the loss and helped Eve adjust herself in the sixty-nine position. Eve gently lowered her hips to Margie's mouth and craned her neck; once again her soft lips gripped Margie's clit. Now the room was filled with sounds of sucking. Margie didn't understand why they hadn't done sixty-nine in the beginning. When she'd awakened. Eve was sitting on the side of the bed, slowly wriggling out of her pants and tunic. Eve had put a finger to her lips and smiled mysteriously. Then she had started to suck Margie off. Margie was amazed and excited. She had known Eve for over ten years, ever since she had come into Livia's employ. They had become good friends and their friendship hadn't slackened when she had met Don. In fact, recently. Eve had been talking long and late with Margie about some sexual problems she had been having with Don. Margie had consoled her and convinced her that married people often have sexual problems which time usually cures.
Margie liked sex, whether it was with a cock or a cunt or both. She hadn't expected their relationship to blossom into the realm of sex but ... To hell with it, she thought. Now I have a cunt that needs sucking. She reached up to pull Eve's hips down to her face.
The girls were sucking fast. Eve's head was bobbing down as Margie's bobbed up and both had a mouthful of slippery cunt to lap. Eve's small, hard breasts were crushed against Margie's broad belly and the heat of their mutual sucking was making both girls sweat profusely. Margie reached her finger over her head and pushed it into Eve's tight asshole. She knew she had hit pay dirt when the younger girl started to lick even more furiously and reciprocated by reinserting her finger into Margie's drenched pussy. Margie like to watch while she ate and. as she licked, gazed at Eve's spread ass, the lovely buttocks, split by the wet crack of her cunt.
Eve reached her small hands under Margie's plump buttocks and slowly squeezed and pressed as she sucked.
She tried to stick her tongue into Margie's cunt with her finger but the older woman was jerking her hips too fast for her to enter. She went back up to the distended clit and sucked the little organ into her mouth, tonguing and chewing gently. Margie withdrew her tongue from Eve's cunt and deftly touched the tip of Eve's throbbing clitoris. As she tickled, she kneaded the cheeks of her friend's ass. Both girls were approaching orgasm. Margie stopped licking the clit and gobbled it up with her pink lips in response to Eve's long, slow sucks.
Suddenly Eve pulled Margie's ass up and snaked her tongue into the cunt, her chin grinding against the black girl's clit. Margie started cumming and instinctively jammed her finger deep and hard into Eve's asshole. Eve shuddered, tensed, and started to cum too. She was enveloped in a tingling, bursting, clenching sensation that soared through her body and made her gasp into Margie's hot box. Hands tightened on buttocks, belly muscles froze, legs stiffened, and backs arched as the girls came together.
Finally they relaxed, rested, and loosened their grips. Eve stayed on top of Margie until the feeling had entirely ebbed, then sat up on the bed, licking her lips. Margie smiled up at her and gently placed her hand over Eve's cunt. "You sure do give a good eating, honey." she said softly.
Eve smiled faintly. She felt silly now, looking down as Margie's sweaty body. "I hope you're not mad at me. was thinking about what you said, about maybe trying sex with another man, and then I figured I wanted to talk to you again and you were sleeping, and you looked so soft and warm. I . . ."
"You don't have to explain nothing to me, honey Nothing," Margie said in her rich voice. "Now why don't you get ready for dinner? I got to go downstairs and help your auntie with the food anyway."
Eve bent down and kissed Margie on the lips, a long kiss. She tasted her own juices and felt her body stir. "Thank you, Margie," she said in a whisper.
Eve left the other woman staring kindly at her and walked down the hall, down the stairs to the second floor where she and Don slept. He wasn't there. She'd hoped he would be because she wanted to be cuddled-she wanted to be told that everything was all right. Suddenly she wanted to take a bath, to wash the smell of sex from her body. Eve hurried down the hall, saw the bathroom door locked, and knocked.
"Who is it?" It was her sister, Polly.
"Eve."
"Come in, I'll be done in a minute."
Eve opened the door and walked into the steamy bathroom. Polly was standing in the tub, letting her bath water drain away. Drops of water flecked her warm flesh. Eve noticed that Polly's ass didn't sag-it was high and firm like a girl's, not a woman's.
Polly looked at her and smiled. "Dinner almost ready?" she asked, toweling her body.
"I guess it will be soon. I don't know, I just woke up."
"Pleasant dreams?"
Eve tensed. She never was good at lying so she decided to be cute. "Some were good and some were bad and some were ones I'd never had," she said in a singsong voice. "How's that for spontaneous poetry?" She peered at Polly and tried to decide if she'd finessed her real mood through.
Polly laughed. It had worked. "My little sister, the artsy-craftsy poetess," she mused. "Do you want to take a bath, honey?" "Yes."
"I'm finished." Polly bent to turn the spigots on and Eve was startled by the sight of part of her hairy bush through her legs. It looked almost depraved. Polly straightened and caught Eve staring. Both colored. "You'd better hurry, I heard Margie go downstairs a moment ago. That means dinner is almost ready."
"O.K." Eve lowered her eyes and unbuttoned her tunic. She folded it and laid it on the towel cabinet. Then she unzipped her jeans, lowered her panties, and gingerly touched a foot to the steaming bath water. "Ouch. Shit, Polly, what are you trying to do-scald me?"
"I'm sorry, I guess I forgot to turn on the cold," said Polly. She walked up to Eve and put her hands on her shoulders, pulling her around so that they faced each other. "What's the matter, honey?" she said quietly. She looked at Eve and waited for an answer. Eve averted her eyes and slowly shook her head.
"Nothing," she said.
"Come on, honey, tell me what's the matter? You and Don having some trouble?"
"Oh, no," Eve said quickly and then for a sickening moment realized she had been too fast with her words. Polly pulled her close; their breasts joined and she held her younger sister and stroked her long, dark hair. Eve felt strange. She knew this was her cue to cry, but she was only conscious of Polly's large breasts pressing against hers. Polly's soft hand on the back of her head, Polly's arm holding her close. "I think my bath is ready," she said, turning her head to look.
Polly pulled away and her face was kind. "If you want talk, I want to listen, honey. Sometimes it's good to talk, you know. Jack and I used to talk about everything that's why we . . . were so happy." She said the last words easily.
"Thanks," Eve said and tried to summon a grateful look. She couldn't-she felt lousy.
"See you at dinner," Polly said. She smiled, put on her robe, and left the room. She walked to her room and dressed pensively. She decided not to wear a bra tonight. After all, Zach would be coming soon.
CHAPTER THREE
Zach and Star were on the road again. The steak had been good and both of them felt rosy. They'd fucked long and slowly in the picnic area. Star had leaned against the table, her spread legs touching the ground, her back arched, supporting herself on her elbows. Zach had eaten her first, tenderly licking the sensitive folds of her cunt, sucking her pulsing clitoris. She had cum. Then he thrust into her pussy. Star had clasped her legs around his ass to lock him into her. They pumped each other slowly at first, and then, when the first tingles of orgasm began, fucked hard together. Star had cum first and as her body fluttered. Zach had started to spurt his warm cum into her cunt. It had been a fast and lusty fuck and they knew it had ended when they heard the chirping of crickets in the woods and a welcome breeze soothe their sweaty bodies.
Zach stretched behind the wheel. He was tired, yet the sight hadn't really started. He yawned. Tired?" Star asked.
"I guess so. You know, driving and all." He smiled at her and she chuckled.
Me too. You know, driving and all," she mimicked.
"Did you say your brother-in-law works with leather?"
"Yes, Don's been working with leather for about five years now. He's really quite good. As a matter of fact, see this belt?" Zach pushed his hips forward so Star could see. He was wearing a thick brown belt with a simple gold buckle which was attached by heavy, crisscrossed stitching. "Don made this."
"It's beautiful," Star said, wondering what it would look like against Zach's bare skin . . . against hers.
"Why do you ask?" Zach said.
"Oh, no reason, really. I once knew a guy who worked with leather. I guess I loved him for a while. Anyway. I used to mess around with leather myself."
"Good. I'm sure Don will be happy to show you what he does," said Zach.
"I hope he does," Star replied. She looked at the highway. There were fewer cars now; it was almost nine. Strange, she thought, I hadn't thought about him for so long . . . leather. For a moment. Star's mind flashed to a bed where she lay, her wrists bound with rawhide, He was rubbing a wide strip of leather on her cunt . . . she was writhing with the feeling. He took the leather strip, wet with her sex juices and slowly, ever so slowly, rubbed it over her breasts, her hard nipples . . . leather.
"We're almost there. Star." said Zach. "It's all so familiar now. They live on Woodcreek Road, outside Hartford."
"What will we do tonight?" she asked timidly. Her mind was still wrestling with the memory. His hands were smooth, yet hard . . . like leather.
"I don't know. It's warm-maybe we'll swim. I'd like to get to bed early, though I don't want to waste a minute tomorrow."
"Me, too." He had a lean, weathered face, a perpetual tan. They had lived, for a time, in San Francisco. She'd been in college. . .
"Hey, do you mind if we stop in town and pick up some flowers or something? Livia loves flowers."
"Fine." His body was lean as a whip, and hard. Sometimes, he'd tie her to a bedpost and run a belt up and down her body . . . she'd beg him for more when he stopped . . . she'd beg him to touch her . . . with leather.
The family was seated, ready for dinner, when Eve came down the stairs. Her bath had taken longer than expected. She apologized and sat next to Don who patted her hand and smiled. He'd been so engrossed with Livia he'd lost track of his young wife during the afternoon. Livia certainly could bend an ear when she wanted to.
Uncle Tim, at the head of the table called into the kitchen, alerting Margie that all were seated and the meal could begin. He surveyed the long, linen-covered table. At his left was Sammy who was asking Polly if he could stay up as late as he wanted because this was a special weekend. His ripe, blond mother was smiling and nodding. Livia sat at the foot of the table, directly opposite Tim. To his right were Don and Eve. silently waiting for dinner. Tim wondered about them. Something seemed to be troubling the young pair; perhaps it was the strain of the long drive from Pennsylvania -Eve looked tired.
Tim felt faintly embarrassed about Margie serving dinner. Normally she ate with them. But the lingering snobbery that caused him to continue to call his home Streamhouse forced him to ask Margie to serve dinner when guests were present. The situation was particularly odd because Margie had been blowing him, eating Livia and occasionally sleeping with both of them for about six years. His thoughts were halted by the entrance of Margie, bearing the steaming roast.
"You going to carve, Mr. DeVries?" Margie accented the first syllable of Tim's Christian name and Tim realized she thought the situation was ridiculous, too.
"Yes. thank you. Margie," said Tim. All eyes turned to Tim as he expertly sliced the hot fowl. Plates were passed and each was heaped with good food.
"Tim's such a good carver; he really know how to slice meat," said Livia impishly.
"He certainly is, Mrs. DeVries ... the best there is, Margie intoned as she walked to the kitchen to eat her meal alone. She was smiling broadly as she sat down to her lonely dinner. She wouldn't let Tim or Livia forget this evening easily. She'd munch them both up good as soon as the opportunity arose.
The meal was eaten in relative silence. The whole family was starved, especially Eve, whose appetite was usually stimulated by pre-dinner sex. As plates were cleaned, talk centered on the imminent arrival of Zach and Star, whom nobody had met before. Don had flinched when he was informed of the name of Zach's date. He had known a Star very well in his California days but he had forgotten about their times when he came east and met Eve. He was musing about his Star when Sammy asked if he could watch him make a belt tomorrow. Don usually traveled with a satchel full of leather and tools. He not only loved to work with it, but he found he could lose himself and truly relax only when he was fashioning a piece of leather work. He smiled at the strange juxtaposition-Star and leather. Sammy didn't know how closely these seemingly disparate words were related.
"Watch?" said Don. "Why, I'm not only the most accomplished leather craftsman on the East Coast, I'm an even better teacher. By Sunday, you'll be able to make your own belts, Sam." "No kidding?" asked Sammy. Don stared at him in mock horror. "Sammy? When has your Uncle Don ever kidded you about anything?"
Sam blushed. He realized his boyish exuberance was being mimicked. He was considering the proper retort when the doorbell rang. He jumped up from the table and rushed to open the door.
"Zach!" cried Sammy. Zach, grinning like a monkey, and Star stood in the doorway.
"Hey, Sam," Zach extended a hand and warmly grasped Sam's. They both pumped heartily. "I'd like you to meet Star Murchison. Star, this is Sam."
"Hi, Sam," Star said sweetly. Sam blushed. She was beautiful. He couldn't keep his eyes off her breasts.
"Zach . . . and you must be Star . . . welcome, welcome, come in, please come in," Livia had joined the at the doorway. Zach kissed her lightly on the cheek, but she held him for a moment, so happy that he had finally arrived.
"Livia, I'd like you to meet Star Murchison. Star, Livia DeVries." Zach stepped aside so the two could meet.
"Welcome to Streamhouse. Star," said Livia, "I'm so ad you could come."
"I've been anxious all day ... I could hardly wait," said Star. "What a beautiful house."
"Oh well, Tim will give you the grand tour after you've eaten. Come in and meet the rest of the family " The others had risen from the table. Zach preceded Star and Livia into the dining room to greet his sisters and Don and Tim. He hugged Eve and Polly, one sister in each arm. Over Polly's back he saw Don and Tom.
"Hey, let me go for Christ's sake," he laughed as he struggled to free himself from Polly and Eve. "I'm Don," he said, "How are you both?"
"Fine, just fine Zach," said Tim smiling. "And who's this beautiful, young lady?" asked Tim who noticed Star waiting to be introduced.
"This is Star Murchison, Tim. Star, meet the best dentist in Connecticut. He . . ." Zach cut his words when he noticed Star's face. She was pale and obviously flustered.
"Very nice to meet you. Star," Tim said, extending hand. Star seemed to recover momentarily and slowly extended a hand to Tom.
"Hello, Tim." Star said evenly. She stood stiffly as Zach motioned to Don. Her eyes were wide. Polly and Eve had joined Don.
"Star, this is Eve, Don and Polly." He nodded at the trio and said. "Star Murchison." Eve and Polly greeted Star effusively. Don nodded and moved his lips as if to say hello but no sound came out. Everybody was talking at once, but time seemed frozen for Don and Star. They stared at each other for a moment and then Star seemed to snap out of whatever reverie had possessed her and she started to chatter about the "gorgeous dining room. Don remained standing, smiling stiffly. A few years ago he had been very heavily into drugs, but he had never been as freaked as he was at this instant. He uncharacteristically took command of the situation.
"Why don't we all go into the living room?" he said softly. He inched over to Eve. "Come on," he said, putting his arm around her soft shoulders gently. Livia and Star were already in the living room talking about the thick Oriental rug and Livia's prize possession, a minor, but nonetheless original Grant Wood. The rest of the group joined Livia and Star with the exception of Zach who was talking to Margie as she cleared the dinner dishes. Star glanced at him and saw him engaged in soft conversation with the voluptuous maid. She frowned. She wasn't about to let Zach screw around this weekend without allowing herself the same. She turned back to the living room. Tim handed her a drink and, as she took the first sip, Zach joined her. They sat on a couch between Polly and Tim.
Livia surveyed the room. The family was finally reunited and the only stranger. Star, seemed to fit in with the group. Livia noticed Star earnestly talking to Tim. What a beautiful girl, she thought. Zach certainly attracted lovely ones. And there was Polly, looking deeply at Zach with her wide, warm eyes. Livia thought she detected something more wanton than love in Polly's gaze, but she couldn't be sure. She certainly could understand Polly's feelings. Livia herself had often lusted after Zach but somehow the opportunity to fulfill her desires never had presented itself. She had never thought her attraction to Zach was evil or depraved. Her common sense told her that if Zach had not been her sister's son, she would have desired him. Why should a paltry family tie interfere with the consummation of lust? Livia structured her life around the consummation of lust, as Margie, Tim and assorted friends could well attest to.
The room was beamed with heavy wooden logs; it radiated a comfortable, warm atmosphere. It was a perfect room to drink in and that is exactly what they did - Tim was the perfect host, filling glasses the moment they were empty and he didn't neglect his own. By midnight Tim was almost too drunk to move upstairs. Livia, recognizing the familiar signs of drunkenness in her husband, took his arm and started to guide him upstairs "I'm afraid the old folks are going to have to turn in now," she said, her voice unclear. "Breakfast makings are in the kitchen and please don't bother Margie - she has Saturday off. Goodnight all. Come along, Tim."
"Goonight ev'rbody," said Tim, his face quite red. Star stifled a giggle. What a charming man Tim was. He had kept her in stitches most of the night with tales of hi youth.
"Good night, Tim, Livia," the rest chimed, more or less in unison.
"Oh Star," Livia called from the top of the stair? "How stupid of me, I forgot to tell you where you're to sleep. I'm afraid the entire second floor is taken, but there's a lovely little room on the third, next to Margie'? Zach," she said coyly, "I'll have to put you there, too."
"Thank you," said Star, smiling at Zach who had also had quite a few drinks.
"You're a devil, Liv," Zach called up to her, but Tim and Livia had disappeared.
"I think we've had it, too," said Don. Eve nodded and they stood up. "Who's going to be first up for a morning swim?" Don asked quietly. "It seems silly to let the best part of the morning pass without a swim."
"Forget me, brother," said Zach. "I spend my weekend mornings in bed, the week is rough enough." He smiled broadly at Star.
"I'd like to take an early swim," said Star evenly. "You?" she asked Don and Eve.
"Meet you at the pool at six," said Don, laughing lightly. "We'd better get to bed. Eve, we don't want to be late."
"O.K." said Eve, "but I'm not promising anything, and I wouldn't count on him. Star. He usually sleeps through three alarms. But I'll try to get us up . . . I'd love to swim in the morning."
"I'll be there at six and make it warm for you," Star replied. "Good night."
"Good night," said Don and Eve. "Sure you won't reconsider? Zach? Polly? What about Sam, should I wake him?" asked Don.
"No, Don, please don't. He'll get up when he wants to or he'll be tired the rest of the day. Who knows, I might even come," said Polly. Don and Eve shrugged and went upstairs.
"Energetic, isn't he!" said Zach. He was sitting on the couch between Star and Polly, the survivors of the evening. Polly looked lovely; her thick gold hair was a bit disheveled and her soft face was flushed from drink. She was sitting, slouched on the couch, her firm thighs visible, her dress was hiked up.
Star yawned. She was tired and she was excited about meeting Don in the morning. She hoped Eve wouldn't wake up. She knew Don would. Waking up late must have been a newly acquired habit. She remembered him to be an early riser.
"I'm going up now," she said. "I'll leave you two to talk. The night went so fast; I'll bet you haven't had a chance to do anything but laugh at Tim and drink." She stood up and stretched. She couldn't wait for morning.
"Yes, Star," Polly smiled, "Zach and I have some deep, dark secrets we share before bed. I'll send him up to you in a few minutes."
"Yeah, I'll be up in a minute," said Zach. "Make the bed warm for me, O.K.?"
"O.K. Good night, Zach, Polly. See you tomorrow, I mean, later."
"Good night, sleep tight," said Polly as Star climbed upstairs, tired but excited. Zach waved to her and then winked at Polly.
"Your little brother doesn't do badly, does he?" he laughed.
"Not bad at all," said Polly. "Naturally, I think you're referring to her cunt, but she's also a charming person-I really like her. Have you known her long?"
"Not really," said Zach, winking to himself, "but we seem to hit it off quite well." He was silent for a minute. Then he edged toward Polly and touched her shoulder, leaving his hand on her warm skin. "How've things been going, sis? Sammy looks real good and so do you, but you're tense . . . inside, I mean. Can I help?"
Polly flushed, conscious of his hand on her shoulder. She loved him so much, and now, her little brother was attempting to ease her mind. She hadn't realized it showed. "Zach," she said, "You're a dear and you're also just as perceptive as you always were. It's not Sam. He's growing up, Zach, but he's a strong boy, like his father-he's going to turn out fine . . . like you did." She sighed and shifted closer to him. "We're big boys and girls now, Zach, and I'll tell you frankly, my only trouble is that I'm horny, horny as hell. I guess it shows on my face." Her warm eyes were moist as she continued. "Jack and I . . .we never . . . played around on each other. When he died, I found myself a thirty-one-year-old woman who'd slept with one man all her life. I've . . . I've found it's hard to adjust. Men ask me out, but ... I don't know, I've slept with a few, but I don't enjoy it like I used to with Jack. I . . . feel like a machine." She looked at him searchingly, begging him to say something soothing, now that she had bared herself, told him her trouble.
Zach had seen her answer in her eyes. His beautiful sister, Polly, horny? She must be going out with boys or queens, he thought. He remembered the times, as a young boy, he had masturbated with his sister's image in his mind. She was pink and gold, warm and womanly, and she was sitting next to him on the couch in the house where everyone had gone to sleep. Her eyes seemed to be pleading. Zach touched her face and she smiled. "Zach ... I...." she whispered.
He placed a finger across her lips, silencing her. He placed a hand on her warm thigh and she sighed, slowly nodded her head and pulled Zach's head to hers. She kissed him . . . he kissed back as his hand crept up her thigh and played with her wet cunt, encased in silky panties. Polly took Zach's other hand and tenderly placed it on her full breasts. "Will you suck them, honey? Will you suck Polly's tits?" she asked in a husky voice, while looking in her brother's eyes. Zach said nothing. A childhood dream was coming true and he was lost in the utter depravity of what he was about to do . . .he was about to fuck his sister, Polly, blind. With one hand, he unbuttoned and pulled off her summer blouse. Polly's full breasts, swelling against her black bra, impudently presented themselves. She was lying against the couch, her mouth slightly open, her eyes half closed. Without looking at him, she said, "C'mon honey, lick my breasts up good . . . c'mon honey." Zach was whipping off his shirt. "I'll do that later, honey," said Polly softly. "Here . . ." With a deft movement, she undid her bra and let it hang from her firm, swollen breasts. Her nipples peeked through the outer edge of the sheer material and she arched her back. Zach had an idea. He pulled her bra from her arms and Polly readied herself for some pre-fuck sucking. She thrust her breasts at Zach and closed her eyes.
"Be with you in a second, Poll," he said softly. Reaching up her dress, he pulled her sheer pantyhose down her warm thighs. While Polly arched and waited, he balled the pantyhose up and delicately grazed Polly's right nipple; the sheer material caused the nipple to stiffen. Polly, who had been expecting a warm tongue, not the sexy hose on her nipple, sighed and thrust her breasts out even farther.
Slowly, agonizingly, Zach grazed her taut nipple with the gossamer material. Her breast seemed to swell into a firmer, sexier cone as he teased the material around the nipple, gently tickling it, then around the full breast. Polly was straining now, attempting to catch the nylon with her nipple. But each time she arched and the material brushed her breasts, it slipped away and Zach drew it up again for another silky caress. While he dangled the pantyhose on her firm breasts, Zach eased his other hand between Polly's legs and gently inserted a finger between her panties and thigh, searching for her cunt. Finding the opening, he slowly slipped his finger into her hot, wet pussy. Polly gasped, arched her back to an incredible degree, and gently rocked her hips to allow deeper insertion. Zach stopped teasing her breasts and started to rub the nylon over them. Both nipples were erect now and Zach decided to speed up the proceedings. His cock was pulsing, fully erect-rubbing Polly's tits had excited him to a fever pitch.
"I'm going to fuck you good, sis. Take off my clothes while my finger's in your cunt," Zach whispered. Polly, her eyes fierce slits, complied readily. She adjusted her body so Zach's finger could remain in her cunt and started to unbutton Zach's shirt. Realizing that removal would necessitate the removal of his finger, Polly worked on his belt buckle. His finger was thick, not like a cock, but it felt good . . . good to have her cunt invaded .. . soon his cock would be there. Her supple fingers flew and Zach's cock was outlined against his shorts. He raised his legs and Polly swiftly pulled his pants over his bare feet. She was pleased to notice that he'd taken off his shoes before she'd stopped him.
Zach's thumb found Polly's clit and he slowly flicked the sensitive flesh as he bent over to kiss her warm mouth. His tongue sought hers and they kissed - they'd never kissed each others' mouths before; lips, yes, but never mouths-so deep, so long. Perhaps Polly had known she'd sleep with Zach eventually. Maybe Zach had realized that his fantasies would result in an incestuous reality. He squeezed his thumb and finger together, inside her cunt, as they kissed. His face burned-she was flushed-they were about to fuck.
Polly pulled her mouth from Zach's and left him hanging-she concentrated her gaze on his cock. She placed her hand on his belly and slipped a polished nail between his shorts and his warm flesh. Slowly, she moved her finger along his belly, pulling out the elastic, not pulling down the shorts. Once the tip of her finger brushed the soft head of Zach's cock and he shuddered in anticipation of the moment when her warm, silky palm would grip his prick and pump it, ready it for insertion. He didn't have long to wait as she slid her hand beneath the elastic and grasped the throbbing shaft.
"Oh, Zach, it's so thick, so big," said Polly, gazing into his eyes, smiling sensually. "I want to make it wet ... for me, Zach," she continued. "Stand up, honey I want to sit on the couch and suck you a little . . . get up, honey."
Zach disengaged his finger and Polly sighed. His earlier experiences with Star were forgotten. He stood up, staring down at Polly. He presented his hard, thick meat to his sister. She looked up at him and smiled faintly-for a moment, he was transported to his childhood bed, pulling his cock and thinking of his older sister and her young, firm body. His reverie was extinguished by Polly. Her full lips were puckered and she was blowing a cool stream of air at his cock. It was bobbing in the air, a scant two inches from her lovely mouth.
Zach's cock was about to burst when Polly whispered. "I'm going down on you now. honey-I'm going to make you all wet for me . . . mmmmmmm." Polly slowly moved her head towards Zach's cock. Grasping the stiff shaft in her velvet hand, she kissed the head. Squeezing the shaft at the base to prevent her young her brother from cumming prematurely, Polly started to blow him. Gently she enclosed his cockhead in her mouth. Her tongue closed over the hole in the tip as she trie , vainly, to insert it in the pulsing shaft.
Zach tensed and enjoyed his sister's soft sucking. She was so good, so soft, he wanted to fill her mouth with cum. Polly, realizing that Zach was too adept to shoot prematurely, commenced a pumping motion on the shaft, feeding the hot prick into her sucking mouth. She bobbed her head rhythmically, sometimes taking the whole cock down her throat, sometimes teasing the tip with her burning tongue, occasionally holding her head still and letting his pre-cum drool mix with her thick saliva. Zach started to pump his hips and Polly, experienced in these delicate matters, pulled her head off his cock and squeezed the base. "Easy, honey . . . easy. You don't want to shoot your cum in Polly's face, do you? Easy, honey, I'm just making you wet so you can fuck me. I'm almost finished, honey . . . almost."
Zach groaned. The bitch! She knew that kind of talk would make him cum. She knew. But she wouldn't stop, Now her wet, hot tongue was licking his shaft, her hand was gently squeezing his balls. She was sighing sexy sounds as she bent to her task. She was teasing him, just as he'd teased her breasts with the nylon.
Zach responded like an angry younger brother. He pushed her shoulder so her head would leave his cock. She looked up in surprise. Did he detect a glint of triumph in her eyes? Roughly, he pushed her body down to the couch. In a frenzy he mounted her, his cock couched on her lush pubic hairs. "Oh, Zach," cried oily, "Fuck me . . . fuck me good . . . FUCK ME!!" He guided his cock to the entrance of her wet cunt. Polly's firm back arched once more-she was burning, flesh against his flesh, belly against his belly, buttery thighs spread wide, begging him to enter her . . . fuck her. He positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy; posed like a cobra about to thrust. As a cobra's fangs drip poison, Zach's cock dripped cum. As a cobra's sinuous body tenses before the strike, Zach's muscles tensed. As a victim looks with unseeing eyes, Polly watched her brother's face, feral, lusty . . . he was poised, ready to fuck her. He teased her.
He pushed his cock against the wet opening of her cunt and he teased her. He thrust in, until the tip was encased in wet warmth. Polly tensed - Zach pulled out. She spread her legs wider and pushed her hips against his. He drew back and she beat her hips helplessly against him. "Oh, God, Zach . . . give it to me ..."
Zach fucked into her, to the base of his cock. "Aaaa . . . baby," Polly sighed. "That's so good, honey . . . so good."
Zach grunted and sunk himself into the warmth and softness of her dripping, sexy cunt. Her breasts were flat against her chest and he bit her neck as their hips rotated rhythmically. His tongue fucked her ear as his cock fucked her cunt. Polly was frantic beneath him. Her soft hands pulled at his buttocks, then traveled up his back and down again. She ground her hips against his groin pushing her clit against his hard crotch. The rhythm established, they decided to play. Zach pulled out until only the tip of his cock was still inside and Polly held her ass tense, waiting for his plunge. He timed his thrusts irregularly, surprising her with each plunge. She was moaning now and Zach felt himself on the crazy edge of orgasm.
Polly went into her first cum. Her ankles locked on Zach's lower back; her hands pulled at him. He thrust in deeply, all the way, and kept his cock embedded as she came around it. pumping furiously and finally tensing moaning meaningless sounds. She was now a creature of sex and Zach was fucking her.
"Mmmmmmm . . . baby . . . Oh . . . Zach . . . good, honey . . . mmmmm . . ." she sighed in his ear.
He looked into her eyes and smiled at her, pausing and almost withdrawing. His cock was aching for release, his balls were tense in their liquid sac. Polly came down and Zach started his slow fuck again.
He thrust to the limit and Polly accepted all the cock he could give her. She placed one hand on the small of his back, edging towards his asshole. Zach started to lose control. He was about to burst, shoot his hot cum into his sister's cunt, fill her with the sweet cream of a fulfilled dream. His movements became swift and erratic. Polly's hand snaked to his balls. She squeezed. His face was twisted. Every muscle was tense. Polly gasped, "Cum . . . honey . . . cum . . . baby . . . give it...
Zach's jerky pumping sent Polly into another orgasm, her body tensed and her mind floated in a haze of pleasure, the first drops of cum splattered in her wet cunt.
"Give it to momma, honey, fuck momma," she moaned as Zach kept cumming and she came around his cock.
The room spun as both reached their peaks. As Zach's spurts turned to dribbles, Polly still writhed beneath him in the throes of orgasm. He squeezed her with his arms, his body, his legs, to help her eke out every nuance of sensation, every drop of pleasure. Finally, she tensed and gasps turned to soft cries-they lay on the couch, breathing heavily, awaiting the return to reality. Their fantasy-come-true had ended . . .for the moment.
Polly opened her eyes and smiled at him. He wondered how she was going to react. His question was answered by a light kiss on the lips. "Let's fuck again tomorrow, Zach," she whispered.
CHAPTER FOUR
Star walked up the stairs pensively. Tomorrow morning, at six, she'd meet Don. She hadn't seen him since her California days. Those had been good days, a bit kinky, but good. They'd gotten out of touch-she'd heard Don had married. Life, she thought. The old cliche bout truth and strange fiction slipped into her mind.
Memories were racing through her mind as she reached the third floor and tried to figure out which room was hers. There were three doors, and all were closed. When offered a choice, Star always chose the object on the left, a quirk she'd used through the years. She opened the door on the left, flicked on the light and was confronted with a bathroom. She grinned. Perhaps, she thought, I should change my ways and start opting for the objects on the right. As she approached the door on the right, she heard some husky moaning. Was someone else sleeping on her floor? Then she remembered. Of course-it must be Margie who lived on the third floor. What a nice, warm smile Margie had. Perhaps she was up.
Star tiptoed to the door and placed her ear to the stained wood. Someone was definitely awake. In fact, as Star listened, she realized that someone was not only awake, someone was getting fucked! She tried to distinguish the voices of the participants. One was certainly Margie, deep, throaty moans. The other? Star couldn't place the other, or could she? Her mind raced through the others. Zach and Polly were downstairs it wasn't Don, not Eve. Livia and Tim had been much too drunk to . . . yes, it was Sam, young Sam. Polly's darling little boy. With Margie? Fucking?
Star smiled. Thinking about Don had fired her body, She felt like watching and participating, if possible, in some sex. Her afternoon fucks with Zach seemed to have occurred a long time ago. Had it only been this afternoon? Star shrugged, smiled ironically, and turned the doorknob.
Carefully, she twisted the brass knob and nudged open the door. Dancing shadows greeted her and she realized the room was dimly lit with a flickering candle, dancing in rhythm with the two bodies on the bed. Pacing an the at the crack of the door. Star watched. Margie was on her back, her large thighs upraised, knees bent. Between her legs, little Sammy nestled, fucking the hell out of her. They were both moaning and pumping furious Margie's hands were on Sam's ass, urging him into her while Sam fucked her hard, his hands cupping the wide cheeks of Margie's ass. Star realized she'd arrived not a moment too soon as Margie opened her mouth, rolled her large eyes ceiling-ward, and started gasping hard and fast. Her dark body tensed as Sam's fucking grew erratic and his lithe body tensed. A boyish stifled moan escaped him and Star knew he was cumming, shooting thick gobs of cum into Margie's drenched cunt. Suddenly Star realize her own hand had found her clit and was slowly rubbing and kneading. Delightful tendrils of pleasure coursed through her body. The two fuckers ceased their frenzied movement and let the summer wind cool their sweaty bodies. Star's cunt was getting wet. As she stroked. she listened.
"Thank you, Margie. That was the best ever . . . really, the best," said Sammy, wiping some sweat from the maid's dusky brow. The latter curled her lips in a joyful grin and played with his ass. "No thanks necessary, boy. Nothing I like better'n young meat. Boys your age can cum all night and shit, we just barely started," said Margie. Sam flushed with the praise. What a great girl Margie was. He'd approached her door as she was readying for bed and it had taken only a few seconds of talk before she knew exactly what at he wanted. Now he was nestled in her warm cunt and, better yet, had been praised for his sexual skill. He y his head on her soft breast and awaited the rekindling of his lust.
Margie smiled to herself. She was wise, skilled in sex, but more importantly, wise in reading people's hearts, She'd read Eve's heart this afternoon and tried to ease her soul with some tonguing. She'd read Sam's this evening and allowed him to culminate a dream. She pursed her lips wryly. If she'd refused, he'd have wasted the good cum in her cunt on some dry sheets. Young boys were like that. Margie was a woman with simple tastes and many attributes. She'd been many things in her life, played many roles. If one were to file through the old albums in a discount record store, one might chance upon a record called "Swamp Blues" by Margie Temple. Margie had gone that route, sung blues for ten years until she'd been sickened by the one-night stands.
the dream over the horizon, unfulfilled, yet ever beckoning. If one were interested in the tangled maze of politics, one might remember that a Margie Temple ran unsuccessfully for state congresswoman from Harlem a few years back. And, twenty years ago, one might have been a twenty-dollar trick, lying on Margie Temple's soiled sheets in a cheap New York hotel. Yes, Margie had battled life and emerged tattered, but proud. Her life with Tim and Livia was an easy one. She was a maid only for appearance's sake. In reality, she was a friend, the third party to a happy marriage. Margie Temple lay back in bed and cradled Sam's young head. She'd never taught a boy so young such old mysteries and she'd rarely looked forward with such excitement to a night of sex Her reverie was shattered when she noticed the crack in the door and the blue eyes of Star Murchison.
Star, realizing she'd been caught, pulled her hand from her cunt, swallowed her shame, and walked into the room. As she entered, Sam looked up, yelped and fell off the bed, scrambling for his clothes.
"Oh, my god, oh my god ... oh Jesus, no," he muttered as he searched for his pants. He saw Star framed in the doorway. "Um . . . Miss Murchison, I'll try to . . um . . . explain why I'm here." He cast his eyes toward the floor, wishing he were dead. If his mother ever found out. . .
Margie looked at Star and Sam and couldn't stifle a hearty laugh. It was catching. Star started giggling and even Sam smiled sheepishly. "Don't explain anything, Sam. Everything's cool. I just thought this was my room," said Star. Margie snorted accusingly. Caught in a lie, Star blushed and was about to leave when Margie motioned her to stand.
"What the hell is all this anyway?" said Margie. "You've been watching us for the last few minutes and now you're trying to lie your way out of it." Margie sat on the side of the bed, her plump breasts hanging. Her next words were said softly, but Star and Sam both got their import immediately. "Watching's good ... but doing's better," Margie said, transfixing Star with a tender look. Sam grinned and Star reddened and smiled.
"You're right, you know," she replied. Sam, still kneeling on the floor, couldn't believe his eyes. Miss Murchison was taking off her clothes. She unbuttoned her blouse and her lovely breasts glinted in the shuddering candlelight. Margie smiled knowingly and Sam gaped as Star dropped her skirt to expose her sleek thighs and firm ass enclosed in black panties.
Star's breath was coming fast and her breasts swelled with each inhalation. Her panties were soaked and some of that damned powder still burned in her ass. Star was aching for action. She didn't have long to wait.
Sam slowly clambered back on the bed and lay beside Margie. Star approached them. She'd never been in a threesome before and was unsure of the proper procedure. But she soon forgot the protocol of trios when she saw the bodies of her partners. Sam was lean and so young, lying next to Margie. His body was a pale cord of muscle in the flickering light. He could have been a devil from some sexual underworld, come to earth to pleasure her. Margie looked twice as big as Sam. Her body was shiny with sweat and she looked warm and inviting, soft and dark.
Star approached the foot of the bed and knelt at the feet of Sam and Margie. Her left hand reached for Margie and stroked her plump thighs. Her right lingered on Sam's stomach, directly above his pubic hair. His young cock was stiff and straining towards Star's soft palm. As Star tenderly stroked Margie and Sam, she felt a warm pressure on her cunt. Margie had slid her left knee into Star's crotch and was slowly rubbing her leg against Star's damp cunt, sliding it along the wet silk of her panties. Star shivered with the sensation and started toward Margie's cunt with her left hand. Gently she parted the pubic hair and trailed a finger between Margie's warm thighs which opened magically. Star slowly tickled the mouth of Margie's cunt and gradually sunk a finger into the moist hole. Margie gently arched her back at the insertion. At the same time. Star's right hand descended to Sam's groin and she grasped his hardon in the middle of the shaft. She squeezed and watched the head engorge.
Sam groaned at Star's touch and started to fuck her hand madly. "Easy, honey, easy. Take your time and it will feel better. Give Margie and me time to warm up You think this feels good? How about this?" said Star bending her head towards Sam's cock. He tensed; she placed just the tip of his cock to her warm lips and ran it over her mouth. Sam gasped and lay still. "See, honey? There's a lot more where that came from if you just lay quiet till we get warmed up," she said softly, squeezing the boy's cock. Sam nodded. "Why don't you play with Margie's tits while I get her ready for some fucking?' Star continued. She enjoyed playing mistress of ceremonies. Sam complied readily and Margie sighed as his strong young hands stroked her breasts.
"That's good, real good, honey," said Margie. "Give me some of that young meat. Star." Margie placed her open palm against the shiny head of Sam's throbbing cock. Star nudged the head against Margie's warm palm and then dropped her hands to hold his balls. Margie dropped her hand to the shaft so quickly that Sam didn't even miss a single, sexy stroke. All three were getting very excited. Star was rubbing against Margie's soft leg and rapidly fucking her finger in and out of the woman's hot cunt. Margie and Star were tantalizing Sam with their delicate handjob, and he was twisting his body, ignoring Star's admonishment. Star looked at Margie and the experienced women nodded to each other. They knew a young boy couldn't control himself, especially in such an erotic situation. They also knew he'd be able to cum all night. Margie stuck out her tongue and looked quizzically at Star. She nodded. They ceased their stroking.
Sam groaned and looked at them beseechingly. "You were very good Sam. You didn't move too much. Now Margie and I are going to give you a reward."
As Star said these words, both women sidled down the bed so their heads rested on Sam's belly. Star reached over Sam's legs until she found Margie's hairy, damp cunt. Margie did the same, finding Star's pulsing clit and stroking. Sam's cock bobbed in the air between their open mouths. Their cheeks rested on his tense stomach. His hands were tangled in their hair and his breathing was deep and heavy. He couldn't believe this was happening. They were both going to do what Star had done for just a second in the beginning. They were going to blow him.
"O.K., honey, now you can move all you want to. We're going to blow your cock real good. Ready, Margie?"
Star's last words were lost in Sam's loud groan because Margie's hot tongue commenced sliding up and down her half of the shaft. Star raised her head to tease her part of Sam's cock with soft breathing and gentle flicks of her tongue. Margie's hand was working inland out of her cunt, the thumb pressed on and around her erect clit. She was so sexed up she was almost ready to explode. But she quickly caught herself. The longer this lasted, the better it would be, and soon this young cock would be thrust in her cunt, where Margie was grasping and rubbing.
Margie played a little game with Star's tongue. She tried to follow it up and down Sam's cock. Sometimes they'd meet at the glistening head which was dribbling slick pre-cum and sometimes they'd meet at the base and nuzzle around the boy's contracted balls. The game ended when Star opened her mouth and started eating and nibbling Sam's left ball. For the moment, the rest of the boy's penis was Margie's. She pulled it sideways with her free hand and slowly enclosed as much as she could (it was a difficult angle)
in her hot mouth.
Sam cried out at this incredible sensation and Star raised her head. A slender thread of saliva attached her lower lip to Sam's balls. It broke as she said, "Hey, honey, you don't want to wake the whole house, do you?" Sam sighed and did his screaming with his body which jerked upon the bed. He tried vainly to thrust his whole cock in Margie's mouth. That tongue on his balls was driving him crazy.
Star went back to her job. Her tongue licked Sam's balls and then dropped quickly to his asshole. She tried to insert her tongue in the puckered hole; Sam cried again she as she licked at his asshole. His sounds didn't bother her now-Margie was rapidly bringing her to orgasm and she could tell by the older woman's movements that her hand was also working magic.
Margie was tasting Sam's pre-cum and she knew he'd be shooting in a moment. God, she thought, that Star sure knows how to finger a clit. She felt the delightful sensations of pleasure start to build in her cunt. She moaned around Sam's prick in her mouth, sucking him with sure and even mouth-strokes. She could smell Sam's sweat and it made his belly slippery as her cheek, bulging with cock, occasionally brushed it.
Sam felt a prickling in his loins. He was about to shoot his cum. He opened his eyes as both girls seemed to cease their sucking. They turned to statues for a moment. Yet both were moving in tense, strained motions.
"Ehhhhh . . . mmnnn ... oh ... oh ... ohhhhhhh," he heard Star moan between his legs.
Margie held his cock tight between her lips and he knew she, too, was cumming, cumming hard. The sight of his two tormentors brought a rush of sweet cum from his hard nuts. He lunged so hard that his prick popped free from Margie's mouth with a sucking sound. His prick was free and creaming. A hot shot of cum landed on Star's breasts. Another on Margie's belly. The third was almost choked as both girls grabbed for his spurting penis to stroke more cum from it and lower it to their hot mouths. Before his eyes shut with pleasure he saw Margie and Star fighting to fit their mouths around the bead of his creaming cock. Stray drops splattered on their cheeks and outthrust tongues.
"Mmmmmmm . . . good . . . cum . . . honey, give it to Margie."
"Aaaaah," Star moaned, still in the throes of orgasm as Margie succeeded in wresting the spouting prick from her and swallowing almost the entire shaft in her hungry mouth. She swallowed rapidly as Sam's spurts abated. Then, hearing the boy's sigh of relief, she flung her head back on the bed, utterly spent.
Star had finally finished cumming and lay, breathing furiously, with her face on Sam's stomach. A drop of cum dripped down her cheek and formed an intricate pattern in the boy's curly pubic hair. Margie's hand was still warm in her cunt. Star squeezed her legs around it. attempting to milk one last tingle from her orgasm. She shuddered and lay still. The candle played crazy shadows on the three sweaty and satiated lovers.
Star awoke a few minutes later with a delicious taste on her tongue and a warm feeling between her legs. She opened her eyes and suddenly it all came clear. Margie was sitting over her face, brushing her mouth with her the moist outer lips of her cunt. Sam was cushioned between her spread thighs, probing the entrance of her pussy with his stiff prick.
"Surprise, surprise," said Margie in a husky whisper. her cunt suspended only inches from Star's lovely mouth. She reached over and placed her palms over Star's firm breasts. Grasping the nipples in her fingers. she began a soft pulling which soon had Star's nipples erect and stiff.
"Ooooooh . . . that's so good Margie ... mmmmmm . . . here you go, Sam," Star coaxed, puling her heels up to her ass and spreading her warm thighs as far apart as she could. Sam's cock rested in the opening of her cunt. He paused.
"Come to momma, honey . . . mmmmm . . . that's good . . . come to momma . . . come . . . aaaah . ohhhh, ummmmmmm," she moaned as Sam inserted his swollen cockhead and slowly thrust into her wet cunt.
Star was about to tell Sam how to move his hips when Margie descended and Star's mouth was engulfed in musky, warm cunt. She put her hands on Margie's upper thighs and pulled her down until she was sitting on her face, lightly bobbing on her haunches.
Sam was fucking Star slowly, thrusting deeply and then pulling back until only his cockhead was enclosed in her pussy. Then he'd fuck into her erratically, each thrust causing her to shudder. She felt so warm and slippery. It was better than her mouth, better than Margie who was much looser. Star's hands moved Sam's ass; she was urging him deeper, deeper. One soft hand moved to the crack of his ass and slid down to play with his asshole. Star's finger found Sam's asshole and gently pushed in, up to the first knuckle. Sam lurched at the insertion and commenced an erratic pumping action with his hips.
Margie, who had been gazing sightlessly out the window, conscious only of Star's delicate tongue strokes on her clit and cunt, opened her eyes and saw Sam fucking furiously, urged on by Star's probing finger. Margie leaned over Star, careful not to disturb the contact of her tongue on her own clit, and wedged her hand between Sam's and Star's bellies. Finding Star's clit at the joining of their groins, she started squeezing it. Star, her mouth full of cunt, moaned and arched her back off the bed. She stiffened her tongue and pushed it as far as she could into Margie's cunt, swirling it around and causing the older woman to buck uncontrollably. At the same time she pushed her finger into Sam's ass and tickled his prostate gland. The boy cried out at the incredible sensation and fucked Star in short, rapid strokes. The combination of his powerful thrusts and Margie's agonizing clit-rubbing brought Star to the edge of orgasm. She tensed, waiting for the inevitable explosion.
Margie started to cum. Her plump body tensed and her eyes rolled backwards. Star was tonguing her hard and it brought Margie over the brink. "Mmnnn . . good, honey . . .good. . ." she cried, at the peak of orgasm.
The sight of Margie cumming was too much for Sam He thrust a last time into Star's tight, warm cunt and the first shot of his cum splattered against the back of her womb. He felt like he'd never stop cumming as spurt after spurt of hot. white cream pumped into the jerkin blonde. Sam's orgasm triggered Star's; she shuddered and bunched her soft muscles as Margie and Sam came above her and in her cunt. Margie draped her body over Star's and onto Sam's back as the last delicious sensations coursed through her body. Her face fell on Sam's ass and she parted his cheeks and tongued around Star's embedded finger to help the boy shoot out the last of his cream. He was almost finished and soon he, too, lay still The three rested and waiting for their heaving bodies to relax after the spine-tingling orgasms. Star was the first to speak.
"Oh Sam . . . baby, where did you find that load You shot so much into me, some's already dripping down my leg." she said to the ceiling through Margie's sweaty thighs.
"I don't know," Sam chuckled. "Margie said it's because I'm so young. She said I can fuck all night, but I'm not so sure about that. I just feel like going to sleep for a while." The boy yawned, his body sandwiched between Star's and Margie's, and closed his eyes. Margie raised herself off them and stood up by the edge of the bed They looked so cute. Sam's lean body fastened to Star by his wilting cock. Margie smiled at them. Star wiped a wet lock of blonde hair from her forehead. She looked at Sam who was sleeping on her breast. She didn't want to disturb him, but she had to get to bed herself.
Gently she pulled her finger from his ass and he moaned in his state of semi-sleep as she pushed him onto Margie's bed. She stood up and looked around for her clothes. Margie offered her a cigarette which she gratefully accepted. She accompanied Margie to the window and both women puffed silently and blew their smoke into the summer night. On impulse, Star gingerly placed her tiny head on Margie's plump ass. She let it warm :here as she drew the good smoke into her lungs and enjoyed its soothing effect.
"I hope he don't feel guilty about this in the morning," said Margie. "He's a good boy, a real fine boy, a real sexy boy ... I hope he figures he just did a lot of growing up tonight and that's all."
"I wouldn't worry about him if I were you," Star said softly. "There's something about this family. They're strong people. He'll handle this well, you can bet he will. If I were you, I'd be worrying about him knocking on your door tomorrow." she laughed. Margie snickered and nodded her head. They finished their cigarettes in silence and tossed the butts out the window. Margie yawned, and motioned to the sleeping form of Sam. "What am I going to do about him? We've got to get him back downstairs to his room," said Margie with a a grimace. "Whew, I'm tired." Both women moved to the bed and Star, placing a hand on the sleeping boy, shook him a few times.
"Sam . . . Sam. wake up. honey. Wake up," she said softly. Sam stirred, opened his eyes, and yawned. He smiled up at the two women and wondered what they wanted. "You've got to go downstairs, honey. We've all got to get to bed. Big day tomorrow," Star urged.
Sam stood up and shook his head a few times to clear it. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I better get downstairs before anyone realizes I was up here," he said.
"Don't worry about that, baby," said Margie. "Just get dressed and scoot. I've got to be up early tomorrow Tim and Eve want to go fishing and I said I'd come along. Don't much feel like it now, though."
As Sam dressed and Margie fiddled with her bed Star's mind was moving quickly. So Eve was leaving with Tim and Margie tomorrow morning. That meant Don would be . . . free. He must have made that invitation knowing his wife couldn't accept. Although she'd had a lot of sex, she felt her pussy tingling. There was sex. and then there was sex with Don -a wholly different proposition.
Sam dressed hurriedly and Star looked around for her skirt, panties and blouse. "Sam, where did you put my panties?" she asked.
"Here they are," said Margie. "I just found them in the bed."
"Thanks," smiled Star.
"See you all tomorrow," said Sam who had finished dressing.
"Bye, honey." said Star. "Pleasant dreams."
"Take care, now," said Margie. "Good night."
Sam shuffled out the door, looked furtively down the hall, and crept down the stairs.
Star finished dressing and bent down to kiss Margie who had collapsed in her bed. Suddenly she was overcome with affection for this woman whom she hardly knew. She cupped Margie's head in her hands as she kissed her, sliding her tongue deep in the other woman's mouth. Margie responded and pulled Star's head closer. For a moment they held each other, hardly breathing. Both had made up their minds to see each other again before the weekend ended. Star broke the embrace and brushed Margie's cheek with her hand. She smiled down and wordlessly tiptoed out the door and into the hall, closing the door behind her.
Star hoped she wouldn't wake Zach. He'd looked so tired, sitting on the couch with Polly when she'd gone upstairs. To her surprise, he wasn't in bed. The adorable brass bed (Livia had such lovely furniture) was unrumpled. Star turned on a pewter lamp and dropped her clothes on a chair. Someone had brought her suitcase up and she was searching for her toothbrush when Zach came in.
They looked at each other in amazement. "What are you doing up?" Zach asked, surprised. "You came upstairs an hour ago."
"Oh, Margie was up and we talked for a while. What a nice person she is. Zach." said Star earnestly.
"She certainly is, she certainly is." said Zach softly, smiling at Star. That Margie! What a wonder. He looked at Star's tousled hair and flushed face. She had been doing as much talking as he had. He smiled wryly and started to undress. Star approached him and circled her arms around his neck. They kissed lightly.
"I want to thank you right now for asking me up here," she said. "You have a wonderful family, and I can't wait for tomorrow."
"Oh, don't be silly. Star," said Zach. "I'm glad you decided to come. Let's get ready for bed. I'm absolute! dead." "Me, too."
"Why don't you use the bathroom first? I'll be in soon."
"O.K."
Zach and Star hurried out of their clothes. A cool night breeze was billowing the curtains of their room an the bed looked so inviting. "Are you really going swimming tomorrow, early?" he asked.
"Right now, I give you a tentative yes, but I'm afraid I'll be too sleepy once my head hits the pillow. If I'm gone when you wake up, that's where I'll be, though . . swimming."
In the bathroom, Zach playfully brushed Star's right nipple with his toothbrush, causing her to shiver. "So help me, Zach, if you think you're going to get another piece tonight, forget it," she said in mock anger.
Zach stared down at his limp penis. "Are you kidding?" He pointed to his cock and they both laughed For an insane moment. Star was tempted to arouse him just for the hell of it. But her mind flashed once again to the promise of the dawn and she merely laughed and went back to brushing her teeth.
Back in the bedroom, the two tired people cuddled up in bed with only a thin sheet over their bodies. Star liked to sleep close together, and happily, so did Zach.
"Zach . . . I . . ." She felt so close to him, she wanted to tell him about Margie. Maybe he'd join them tomorrow. Maybe he'd already . . . "I know," he said
CHAPTER FIVE
An alarm clock went off in Star's head. She fumbled for Zach's watch on the bedside table: five forty-seven. It was time to get up. She didn't feel as tired as she thought she would. Sex often energized her that way. She usually felt bouncy after a long night of fucking and this beautiful morning she felt great.
The sun was rising over the mountains in the east. Star got out of bed, warm and rumpled, and walked to the window to smell the dawn. Suddenly she realized she'd no idea what the grounds of Streamhouse looked like. The dew of the morning glistened on the fresh lawns. There was no other house in sight. In the distance, the road parallel to the house was lined with sparkling evergreens. The birds and chipmunks, harbingers of the new day, were chirping and scurrying. The country air was fresh in her lungs when she turned to her suitcase, seeking her bikini. She hurriedly slipped on the scanty garments, her favorite color-cherry red, and walked into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth.
The bathroom window overlooked the pool area. From her perch on the third floor she could see the whole swimming complex. The pool was bordered by heavy concrete and the water looked so clean and inviting crystal, laced with blue. On the left of the pool were two small houses, bordered with flowers. They were probably for changing, she surmised. A red canvas raft floated idly in the pool. The water was glassy and there was no breeze. Star quickly finished washing and brushing, plucked a towel from the bathroom rack and tiptoed down the hall.
All the doors on the second floor were closed. Could Don have overslept? The day was so beautiful she really didn't care. There would be plenty of time later to see him and talk to him. Reaching the first floor, Star ran to the large front door, opened it, and burst outside. She was enveloped in the morning. Her feet wet with dew, sunshine flashing in her golden hair, she went to the back of the house and entered the pool area. There was no sign of Don. She was early; perhaps he'd show up soon The pool looked so serene, she didn't want to disturb the calm with a messy dive and besides, she was curious about the two little houses. She ascended the wooden steps of the one on the left, opened the door, and peered in. It was a tool shed in which Tim kept his pool cleaning gear. Colored nylon ropes were strewn on the floor and in the corner, the large filter system pumped the water clean and fed it back into the pool. Near the pump were huge sacks of alum and chlorine. The only sound was the constant whirring of the pump, the heart of the pool.
Star turned and descended the steps. Still no sign of Don. In the few minutes she'd been awake, the sun had moved over the tops of the mountains and its rays drew crazy patterns on the placid water. Star decided to see what was in the other little house. It, too, was surrounded by flowers which seemed to wink at her as she climbed the steps. She entered the second cabin. She was right. It was a place for changing. The pine walls were bordered with wide benches. Above the benches were rows of hooks. Some of the hooks held bathing caps and tattered swimming trunks. Some were bare.
"You made it. I didn't think you would." Startled by the low voice, Star turned. It was Don. He was clad only in a bathing suit. His long lean body was tan and he looked beautiful.
"Hi," said Star casually. "Ready to swim? I was . . ." Her words were cut short as Don rushed to her and clasped her to him. He held her hard for a long moment and she gingerly wrapped her arms around his back. Their bodies melted in to one another.
Don let his mind dance with the feel of her. Yes, it was his Star, his California girl, California Star. He hadn't seen her for years. Wasn't life crazy? She felt so good in his arms, fresh and soft. He never thought he would see her again. They'd parted frostily. Perhaps their life together had been a little kinky. But it had been good. Oh, it had been good. And the intervening years had been good to her. He'd known her as a girl, now she was riper, firmer, sexier. She'd looked incredible last night-she looked even better this morning. He was dying to talk to her. Gently, he pushed her away and looked down at her. The top of her head came to his chin.
Star smiled up at him. It was so good to see him again. The memories flooded her mind. But she didn't want to push it. She wanted to talk . . . first.
"Well, you look so good ... so good, Star," he mumbled. "I've missed you and suddenly you turn up in this crazy place. I. . ."
"All I can do is laugh about it, Donny. You are certainly the last person I expected to meet here. How long have you and Eve been together?
"About two years."
"How'd you meet her?"
"After . . . after I left California, I went to New York. Met her at the Cooper Union Art School. I was teaching leather work. She was taking my course. We were married about two months later." His words seemed to spill from his mouth. "Have you talked with her much? She's quiet . . . and I love her . . . but recently we've ... it hasn't been working the way it should. She doesn't dig . . ." His brown eyes narrowed. "You can guess what the problem is-you were always bright that way. We're happy ... we really are . . . oh, fuck it. How are you?"
Star struggled to maintain her composure. "Oh, I'm fine. I just got a good job with Zach's magazine. I just met him. I don't like New York much, but . . ." She shrugged her shoulders. "I think I'm going to go to Europe soon, see my parents, you know . . ." Star felt her stomach tingling. Donny was more than an old lover. He represented a world of depraved pleasure. It was just chance that they'd met at first. Two people with kinky needs and they'd done each other good, helped each other adjust. And now they were reunited. Star was about to suggest they go swimming when Don bent to a satchel at his feet. She held her breath, but air whistled through her teeth when she saw what he had brought her.
Don's teeth glinted in his grin as he presented his offering to Star. It was a lethal leather whip, obviously handmade. The handle was thick and black and the workmanship was so fine that it seemed to taper to the long thin tendrils at the tip. The line between whip and handle could not be distinguished. He held it out to her. "I was working on this when you . . . left. Like it?"
Star's breasts were straining against the flimsy material of her bikini. She backed against the wall as Don proffered the gleaming leather whip. The backs of her legs bumped against the protruding benches against the wall and her legs gave way. She sat down with a thump and cringed as Don approached. He stopped in front of her and she looked up at him, her eyes a curious mixture of fear and lust.
Don slowly trailed the tail of the whip over her clenched knees. She moaned involuntarily. The tip of the whip felt like fire on her flesh. God, how she loved the feel of leather on her body-thick leather threatening tender flesh. And Don was the only man she'd ever met who could satisfy this craving. Don was curling the whip around her knees now. Suddenly she realized she couldn't open her legs even if she wanted to. The whip was coiled around her knees. He smiled and turned back to the satchel. He took two rawhide thongs from it and Star knew what was coming next. Her bikini bottom was slippery at the crotch, and her body itched and burned.
Star allowed Don to pick her up by the shoulders. She stood facing him unsteadily, the whip still curled around her legs. Her eyes were fierce slits. Tenderly Don turned her around so that she faced the wall. Her ass jutted toward him. He wrapped his arms around her stomach, put his face near her ear.
"I'm going to do you . . . like I used to do," he whispered softly.
As Star nodded her head vigorously, Don pulled her right hand up and tied a strip of rawhide around her wrist. Then he fastened the other end to one of the hooks above Star's head. He tied her left hand in a similar fashion and surveyed his handiwork. Star was helpless, arms above her head, ass clenched tight. They had all the time they'd need. No one would be up for a few hours.
Don slipped out of his trunks, folded them and laid them on the bench next to Star. He was ready. His cock sprung from his balls, stiff and slightly curved. The head was distended, swollen, red. He bent and unwrapped the whip from Star's legs. He stood back, ready to stroke. He knew he couldn't leave any marks on her body-they would show when she went swimming. He never enjoyed this part of the game anyway, but he knew it was one of Star's favorite parts. He'd try it and stop if one welt appeared-one welt could be explained.
"Ready, baby?" he asked.
"Oh Don . . . yes, oh baby . . . aaaaah!" her words were cut off by the first stroke. Don was an expert. The long whip snaked around her belly, encasing her soft flesh in cords of leather. At the instant the lethal tip was about to cut her body, he jerked his wrist and flipped harmlessly, with a dull smack, against her.
He pulled the whip free and beat her again. "Don . . . oh . . . it's . . . oh . . ." she cried as the whip coiled around her body again. She was undulating her hips and pushing her breasts against the harsh pine wall. At each stroke the tip flopped against her, a delightful tingle of concentrated pain on her back, her stomach, her hip. Don was warming to the task. He quickened his strokes. Now he, too, was beginning to enjoy it. Occasionally, he'd jerk the whip hard on the backstroke and Star would be pulled backwards, lose her balance, and dangle by the cords attached to her arms. She was gasping heavily now and Don could tell she was close to release.
They'd practiced this game so many times in the past. Now she would need a few hard strokes to bring her off. Her body, from the bottom of her breasts to the indentation of her ass, was streaked with pink marks. She was sweating and she shook her head wildly with each touch of the whip.
"Do me, do me, give it to me, do me, Don," she screamed. She seemed to be fucking the air with her body, writhing, attached to the hooks by the cruel leather thongs. Don realized it was time for the finale. He drew back the whip for another stroke. He hadn't lost the knack. Again, and again, the leather encircled her body and the tip delicately snapped at her cunt. Finally she seemed to tense, stop jerking, every muscle in her lovely soft body squeezed tight. She was cumming; Don knew she needed one last lash to get her completely off. He drew back, let fly, and the smack of the leather was drowned in her orgasmic shriek as the whip found its mark once more. Her body was constricted by the tight leather and Don pulled to increase the pressure on her ass, cunt and hips.
"Aaaaaaah . . . mmmnnn . . . aaaaaaargh . . ." Star stiffened for a sublime instant and then collapsed, kneeling on the wooden bench, sobbing for breath.
Don uncurled the whip from her body and approached her. He wrapped his arm around her where the whip had been scant seconds before and kissed the back of her neck, her throat, her shoulders. He held her until her breathing subsided, then arose and quickly untied her hands. Free, Star reclined on the bench, a faint smile of satisfaction curled on her lips. Don left her on the bench, hurried to the pool, and returned with a handful of cool water. He knelt by her and gently caressed the pink splotches on her belly and lower torso. Her moutj was slack and her eyes were lidded.
Kneeling beside her, Don was convinced he had never seen her look more sexy. Her adorable ass swelled up at him and the fact that it was covered by the scanty bikini bottom made it even more appealing. Her thick hair dangled towards the floor. Her delicate back was banded by the swiftly faded whip marks. He had done his part well-nothing would show by the time the others arose.
Don was thoroughly excited. His cockhead was slid with the pre-cum he had exuded during the last few minutes. He wanted Star more than he had ever wanted he before. Tenderly, so as not to wake her, shatter her afterglow, he eased the bottom of her bathing suit down her thighs, leaving them halfway down. He thought that made her look even sexier and besides, it provided the illusion that her legs were tied. He knew Star loved to feel bound. He stood on his knees and studied the warm rounded cheeks of her ass for a moment. They were sensationally curved and almost pure white, stark against the golden tan of her lower back and upper thighs.
Slowly he skirted his middle finger down the delicious crack of her ass until it rested in the soft outer lips of her pussy. Then he gently inserted it in her damp cunt, slipping it up until his" hand could go no farther. Star lurched at the insertion but lay still. He noticed that the muscles in her back and legs tensed ever so slightly as he commenced a slow and even pumping motion with his finger. Sometimes on the upstroke, he would pause for a second and pull her wet cunt up, and sometimes, on the down-stroke, he would play with the rhythm, keep his finger in her and wiggle the tip in her hot cunt.
Star was completely awake now. Her eyes were barely open, but she arched her buttocks up and supported her upper body on her elbows. Don kept his motion even. "Do you like this, Star?" he asked softly.
"Yes, I like your finger in my cunt. I like your finger fucking my cunt. Do you want to make me cum?"
"Yes."
"Mmmmmmm. Good, Don. That feels good. Ohhhh Don had bent his head and his tongue was playing with Star's asshole. He was licking and wetting her, trying to insert his tongue in her asshole and failing because she kept it tightly closed. He bent his head lower and licked her cunt, around his finger, tasting the juice on it. His hand was bathed in her now and he loved the musky, sexy taste of her.
"Put the handle in my mouth, Don, I want to pretend Don reached behind him with his free hand and found the curled whip. Finding the handle, he inserted the stiff leather in her mouth. She sucked it like the cock she craved, holding the shaft with both hands and licking around the end with her wet tongue. She was making animal sounds around the handle in her mouth as Don continued finger fucking her cunt and licking her ass. Her hips were moving steadily on the hard wooden bench. Don moved his free hand under her so she could buck her clit in his palm. Then he gently pulled his finger from her moist cunt and pulled the whip out of her mouth. The handle with slick with her saliva. Pushing the tip against the entrance of her cunt, he pushed it in as far as she could take it. Star mouthed a small scream and bucked her ass backward, trying to get the handle into her cunt, trying to fuck the whip. It trailed obscenely over her thighs and onto the floor. Don noticed the whip dance as if alive each time Star's hips bucked against the bench and his hand. He reached for the slippery handle and moved it in a circular motion in and out of her cunt.
"Does that feel good? How does that feel?" he asked.
"Mmmmmm . . . it's . . . sooo . . . good, Donny, it makes me want to cum . . . it . . ."
But Don didn't hear her answer because he was trying, once again, to sink his tongue into her ass. This time, Star unclenched her muscle and he was allowed to enter the puckered hole. As he tongue-licked into her. Star started to tense her body and a soundless moan escaped her open mouth. Her tiny fists were clenched in front of her and her back was arched to an impossible degree. The whip in her cunt, the tongue on her ass, and the heavy hand against which her clit was squirming, were creating delicious sensations, waves of pleasure all over her body. She started to cum.
"Ohhh . . . mmnn . . . baby . . . ohhhhhhhh," Star cried as Don continued his licking.
Every muscle in her body strained as she screamed out her orgasm and the sensations wracked her body. Finally she was still and Don stopped licking and thrusting the whip handle into her drenched cunt. She savored the feeling for a few minutes and Don rested his head on her buttocks. Then he slowly pulled the slick handle from her cunt and she sighed.
Star sat up on the bench and deftly reached behind her back to unfasten her bikini top. Her lush breasts freed she bent down and kissed Don hungrily on the lips, pulling him to her until her breasts were flattened against his chest. "Oh, Donny, Donny," she said wistfully. "Why can't I find someone who knows me like you do, someone who . . . can do me like you do?"
Don chuckled against her mouth and bent to kiss her breasts. "The same thing was crossing my mind, Star," he said, against her soft breasts. "You . . . you're the sexiest girl I've ever known, I don't know if. . ."
"Shhhhh," she said, placing a finger against his mouth. "You can tell me things you're going to regret later. Stand up, Donny!"
Don's heart was quaking. His cock felt removed from his body. He hadn't cum during the sex with the whip. He had concentrated on Star's pleasure and neglected his own. But his cock had remained stiff and pulsing, filled with cum. Sweet cum for Star to urge out.
Star's arms circled his waist and pulled his cock towards her mouth. He closed his eyes. He awaited the wet warmth of her mouth, the satiny flick of her tongue. Instead he felt a fiery tickle, and he opened his eyes in astonishment and looked down. She'd picked up the tip of the whip and was tantalizing the head of his cock with it. Slowly she trailed the evil lash over and around the bulging head of his cock. It left a trail of fire, a tingle he could barely feel. Her head was bent to her work; he cupped her firm breasts in his hands, squeezed them to let her know he loved what she was doing.
She looked up at him, still lavishing the tip of his cock with the leather stinger. "Surprise, Donny," she said in a throaty voice, "Do you think this will make you cum? Or do you want me to blow you? I might not, you know. . . blow you. I might just tease you until you beg me and I might not do it then. I might decide to stop right now and go swimming. Wouldn't you look funny standing here with your cock full of cum, not being able to do anything about it except by yourself? You better be a good boy or Star won't do this."
At the last word she swiftly bent her head and took half his cock in her mouth. She rolled her tongue gently around the head and churned her mouth around it, coating the shaft with her warm saliva. Don inhaled and kept the breath in his lungs, afraid she would stop. She pulled her head off immediately; once again she teased his cock with the lash, pulling it gently up the shaft, resting it in the groove where the head mushroomed. Don moaned and looked at her with unbelieving eyes.
"See, Donny, I just might decide to go swimming . . ." She stroked his balls as she talked, ran a lacquered nail over his asshole, teased his cock with the whip. "If I decide to make you cum, will you carry me into the pool? Will you, Donny?" she purred in a little girl's voice. Don nodded his head vigorously and pulled her head to his cock. Immediately, she ceased stroking his balls and teasing him with the whip. "Donny!" she said with severity. "I thought I told you to be a good boy. If you aren't good, I won't make you cum. You want to shoot your cum into my mouth, don't you Donny?"
Don, his face twisted, nodded stiffly. "Yes," he hissed. "Yes, I want you to make me cum."
"I knew you did," she said sweetly. "Now take your hands away from my pretty hair. If you touch me again, it's swim-swim time for Star." Don quickly pulled back his hands and let them hand awkwardly at his side. She smiled coyly at him and replaced her hands on his balls, squeezing and kneading, feeling the thick liquid inside the sac.
"Mmmmm," she whispered. "There's lots of good cum in your balls for me, Donny, lots of it! Lots of good cum for your cock to shoot in my mouth if I want it to."
She looked at his balls curiously, examining the swollen sac. Star loved the look of balls. So hairy and soft. She tickled the underside of Don's balls, right before the sac ended and his asshole, began. The area was moist. Don was sweating with anticipation. Star bent her head and opened her sweet mouth. Her warm, wet tongue snaked out and she began licking Don's balls. She continued licking until every hair was drenched with saliva. Then she turned him around, grasped the shaft of his cock directly below the head, and licked the area around his asshole. She worked with long slow licks, occasionally squeezing Don's cock.
She opened her mouth and tried to swallow one ass-cheek, licking and kissing. Then as she licked his asshole, she raised her palm to wet it with Don's pre-cum and commenced a slow pumping motion, lowering her hand to the base and then squeezing as she ascended to the pulsing head of his cock. The twin sensations of tongue and hand made Don move his hips. Star squeezed his cock hard.
"Donny! Remember what I said about being a good boy?" Don exerted every ounce of his will power and tensed. When he stiffened. Star continued licking and stroking. She turned him sideways and kissed the sides of his hips with wet slobbering kisses. Then she pulled him around slowly and sucked at his belly button, trailing saliva wherever her head moved.
She licked and kissed his whole belly, consciously avoiding his cock because she knew it was driving him crazy. Once she let her golden hair fall over the stiff shaft and she moved her head furiously, whipping him with the soft strands of her hair. But he remained good and moved imperceptibly, but not enough to warrant another warning.
Then Star looked up at him, nodded her head and said, "You're being so good, Donny. I have a surprise. Shut your eyes and don't open them. I'm hot and I could really use a nice, cool swim. O.K.?"
"O.K."
Star bent and picked up the whip. Her cum had dried on the handle and it was no longer slick. She pulled Don closer and slowly took the head of his cock in her mouth. She bathed it in her saliva and didn't move her head very much, just enough to keep it sliding between her lips. Then she placed the whip against the entrance of her cunt, between her widely spread legs. She inserted the handle of the whip and gave it a few quick strokes to wet it in her juice. When she pulled it out, it was slick and slippery. She examined it with wide eyes, and reinserted it as far as she could. It was thick and felt good. For a moment, she played with the idea of frigging herself while she blew Don, but thought better of it. The day was young-she'd already cum twice. She squeezed the handle with her practiced vaginal muscles and concentrated on blowing Don.
Her sucking was agonizing. For a split second she'd allow his whole cock in her throat and then she'd pull it out, always keeping the head firmly inside. Her tongue swirled infinite circles around the slick knob and she could taste his pre-cum. One hand played with his balls, sometimes she ran a little finger into his asshole to tickle his prostate gland. The other hand worked the handle in and out of her cunt.
She could feel Don's body tensing and she bobbed her head up and down to give his cock the maximum friction her slippery mouth and tongue would allow. She continued blowing him rapidly for a few seconds and then Don fucked her mouth furiously. The first load of cum was boiling up his sucked shaft. The tingle of orgasm was spreading through his loins. As the first drops of cum splattered on Star's tongue, she pulled the whip from her cunt and started beating Don's balls back and forth with the slippery handle.
"Owwwwww . . . ahhhh . . ." he screamed as the leather bit against his balls and his cock spurted the creamy cum in Star's mouth.
Don was jerking so violently. Star had to hold his cock in her mouth while she mercilessly beat the cum out of his balls and up into her warm mouth. Her mouth was filling now and she had to swallow rapidly. As one load went down her throat, another spurted from the bulging cockhead, ready to be swallowed. Don kept cumming and Star kept smacking his heavy balls with the handle. She had never swallowed so much cum, never tasted so much thick cream. Soon there was too much to swallow and some cum dribbled out between the pulsing shaft and her lips. She stopped working his balls with the whip and Don finally spurted out the last of his cum. He groaned once and collapsed on the floor at her feet. His orgasm had been so intense, he was practically unconscious.
Star wadded up a towel and placed it under his head. Don opened his eyes, said thank-you silently. Then he exhaled and pillowed his head on the towel, utterly spent. Star took the whip and the leather cords and placed them in Don's satchel. Then she found her bikini and quickly slipped it on. Looking down her sleek body, she was pleased to note that the whip marks had almost rely faded and by the late morning, any redness around her hips could be attributed to sunlight. She glanced at Don's watch which he had removed, she supposed, when she had been tied to the wall with her back to him. It was seven o'clock, time to swim. She wanted to be wet before any of the others awoke. She walked out of the dark cabin into the sunlight. The water looked delicious. Hesitantly, she dipped her toe and found it chilly, but bearable. Taking a deep breath, she dove in. It was bliss. She glided underwater for a few yards and finally surfaced. She felt completely invigorated. When she cleared the water from her eyes, she noticed Don in the doorway, smiling. She swam to the edge of the pool and spurted a mouthful of water at his feet.
"I never should have delayed my swim. The water's great," she said.
CHAPTER SIX
Livia awoke with sunlight streaming through her window. Tim, snoring heavily, was still out cold. She smiled, remembering his entertaining antics of the previous evening. My, but he had enthralled that lovely Star with his tales. What a gem she was! So charming, and obviously bright. Zach always brought up charming girls, though. Livia sometimes worried about him ever settling down and raising a family. But he was young and so attractive, perhaps it was best to let him sow a few more wild oats before getting married. Marriage. What a wonderful life she and Tim had. She and Tim and Margie. Strange, she thought, Margie has the same letters as marriage. Made sense . . . Margie was an integral part of her marriage. She was so soft, so loving, so understanding of every need, no matter how bizarre. When Tim was away, Livia and Margie would sometimes while away cozy afternoons, playing with each other, and then Tim would come home and join them if all three were in the mood. There was never any pressure, never any jealousy. Livia would never recommend this type of life for anybody, but she admitted it worked quite well for her. What time was it?-seven-fifteen. Did she hear splashing?
Perhaps someone was enjoying a morning swim. She'd go downstairs and join whomever it was.
Livia quietly got out of bed, taking special pains not to disturb Tim. She walked into the bathroom adjoining their bedroom and rummaged around for a bathing suit. She found a faded blue bikini. Livia knew her beauty was on the wane, but she took few pains to disguise the fact. Her body was tending toward plumpness, her face had acquired a few lines. But she radiated health and if someone thought she looked too fat in a bikini, fuck them. She chose her clothes and her lifestyle for herself, not for others.
Livia's chestnut hair was shoulder length and she usually wore it in no particular style. The swimming-pool people had cautioned her and all women guests to wear bathing caps, else their long hair plug the filter system. A few years ago, she tenuously insisted on the rule, but when men and boys started swimming with hair longer than some of the women, she discarded the rule. She would be damned if she'd tell Zach and his friends or Sammy to wear bathing caps. Rules, she snorted; in her quiet way she'd broken most of them. Discretion was Livia's only rule. She would allow any transgression as long as it was done discreetly.
She walked around to the pool and was pleasantly surprised to see Star and Don swimming the length. She walked to the edge. "Good morning," she chirped.
Don and Star tread water and peered through the water in their eyes to see who greeted them. ''Good morning, Livia," said Star sweetly. "Don and I decided to meet for a morning swim. The water's marvelous."
"Morning, Auntie Mame," said Don solemnly. Livia laughed. She walked to the shallow end and gingerly descended the first concrete step. The water lapped and sparkled at her feet. Don swam until he could stand and started wading towards her. Star was concerned with practicing back-dolphins in the deep end. Don was looking quite grim, almost terrifying, a tall, gaunt, bearded figure, striding purposefully toward her. Livia, a trusting soul, didn't glean his aim until the first spray of cool water hit her sleepy body.
"Ohhhhhh, Don!" she cried, turning to evade his cruel splashes. Don remained expressionless, dousing his wife's aunt with water as she stood helplessly on the first step. Finally, more wet than dry, Livia succumbed to the inevitable. Pretending to turn from the splashing, she wheeled suddenly and jumped on Don. The last thing she saw before contact was the expression of amazement on Don's face. Then her soft thighs scissored around his chest and his face was flattened against her breasts as she bore him down to the bottom of the pool.
They both came up spluttering and laughing. For the next few minutes, all three swam in peace and contentment. As the sun started to rise more quickly, they were joined by Zach, Sam and Polly. Polly didn't wet herself. She was happy to sit in a sun chair and watch the others dive and swim. The sun was in her eyes and she had to squint to see Zach approach the board and perform a sloppy approximation of a back flip. He came up groaning because he hadn't quite completed the flip when he hit the water and his lower back had taken the brunt of his fall. Polly winced when she heard the wicked slap of the water against Zach's back. She relaxed when he swam slowly to the side of the pool and hung on the border, half out of the water, recuperating. For a moment, she had forgotten last night. 'How could I forget so fulfilling an experience?' she asked herself. When she had awakened, she'd tested her heart for pangs of guilt and finding none, was only troubled with the problem of engineering a repetition. She was a horny woman, just blossoming into her sexiest years and Zach was an excellent lover. The matter was that simple.
Zach cushioned his upper body on the cool concrete That last dive had been a back breaker. In years of showing off at various pools, he had never quite perfected the back flip and he paid his penalty almost every time he swam and there were attractive women watching. Through watery eyes, he saw Polly across the pool She was shading her eyes from the sun and squinting in his direction. Suddenly the memory of what they had enjoyed last night hit his brain as hard as his back had slapped against the water. He shivered, remembering He had never had better sex and he never would again - until he and Polly could find some more time alone. She had been so tender and yet so fiercely sexual. He knew then he would lust after her for the rest of his days Perhaps he had a previously unexplored penchant for older women. He looked at Star, poised on the diving board. Her body was flawless, her vixen countenance, study in beauty and sexuality. However, she didn't possess Polly's ripeness, her . . . maturity? He shook hi head. Whatever it was, Polly and all pretty older women had it, and Star, gorgeous as she was, did not.
"Hey, Polly, aren't you coming in?" asked Don, wading towards her.
"No, I don't feel like getting wet right now," she replied.
Polly tried to look serious. "So help me, Don, if you splash me, I'll. . ." "You'll what?" asked Don.
Polly thought she detected a perverse gleam in his soft eyes. She reddened. "I'll... I don't know what I'll do," she said, flustered. Don peered at her and turned, a smile curling at his lips. He knew that Polly was scared of him and he reveled in the fact, testing it at every opportunity. Sometimes he imagined himself having sex with her. It would be sensational ... if she were his type. The morning had started quite well. Who knew what the afternoon might bring?
Inside the house, the others were stirring. Eve awoke and brushed her luxurious chestnut hair from her face. She stretched. It had been a good sleep. The beds in Livia's house were always so comfortable-she always slept well here. She got up and folded back the bed. Then she walked to their suitcase. Her slender body literally glowed with health. She was by no means voluptuous, but rather lean, firm and raw. She had a small nose and wide eyes and looked so little like Zach and Polly that her friends used to tease her and for a while she was convinced that she was adopted. She came home crying one day and Polly asked her what was wrong. Eve broke down, hysterical and asked Polly if she were really her sister. Polly laughed and assured her she was a Wheat, through and through, but Eve never really believed it. Polly and Zach were aggressive, gregarious people and she had always been reticent. They had also been good athletes, but Eve had never indicated an interest in anything more strenuous than hitchhiking. She smiled to herself as she selected a pair of dungaree shorts and an airy peasant blouse. Recently she differed from Zach and Polly in another respect-she didn't seem to enjoy sex any more. Even that spontaneous bout with Margie yesterday had left her dissatisfied, uneasy. Margie was terrific, in and out of bed. But Eve still felt something lacking. Passion? She didn't know. Things would work out, she thought, they always do. Fully dressed, she went into the bathroom.
She knocked. "Who's there?" asked Sam.
"Eve. Almost finished?"
"Yeah, c'mon in, I'm just shaving." Eve stifled a laugh and was about tc ask him if he needed any help getting both hairs, but thought better of it. Sammy needed a shave about as much as she did, but if he insisted on trying, she didn't want to put him down for it. He'd be shaving soon enough anyway.
She opened the door and walked in. Sam was peering intently into the mirror, half his face covered with shaving cream, the other half flecked with blood and cuts. She put her hands over her mouth and giggled soundlessly but Sam saw her in the mirror.
"What's so funny. Eve?" he bristled.
She was caught with helpless tears in her eyes. She couldn't help bursting into a series of pealing giggles.
"Goddamn you anyway, Eve," said Sam and turned back to the mirror.
Eve fought for control. "I'm sorry Sam, it's just that . . ." She choked back another giggle and continued. "Well, Sam, you're face looks like a . . . battlefield and I-" Her words were cut short by another series of badly suppressed chuckles. Sam muttered incoherently and stumbled through the other half of the battlefield. He doused himself with cold water and stood back to admire his handiwork. He was a mess. Eve was still helplessly laughing behind him.
"All right, so I haven't been shaving for that many-years . . . er . . . months. I'll bet you cut your goddam legs when you . . ."
"Here," said Eve, picking up a styptic pencil lying conveniently on the sink. "Why not dab yourself with this?" she said, offering the pencil to him.
Sam gestured derisively. "Are you kidding, that's-" He stopped because it would soon be apparent he didn't know what that was. Eve, realizing his predicament, motioned him closer and tenderly dabbed it on one of the smaller nicks.
"Yeow!" cried Sam. He was about to smack Eve when he noticed the strange pencil had literally closed the nick. It hurt but the pencil would transform the battlefield into a meadow. Angrily, he snatched the pencil from Eve and started to mend his face. Eve bent below him to brush her teeth.
"Hey, Eve?"
"Yeah, Sam?" she gurgled between brush strokes.
"Margie says you and Tim and her are going fishing. Can I come?"
Eve saw a chance for instant reconciliation. "Certainly you can," she gushed. "I'd like to have you come along to show me how you do it. I've never fished before, but the way Tim describes it, it must be fun."
"Oh, it's nothing," said Sam. "I'll teach you in a minute. When you going?"
"Tim wants to go right after breakfast so we can come back and swim in the afternoon."
"O.K." Sam carelessly threw down the blessed styptic pencil and left the bathroom. Eve finished brushing her teeth and followed him downstairs. She was hungry.
"Ouch," said Tim, holding his head in his hands. His mouth felt like cotton and his head was splitting. "Ouch . . . shew," he moaned as he stumbled out of bed. Where the hell is Livia? He needed some information about last night. When he felt like this in the morning, he rarely remembered the waning moments of the night before. He fervently hoped he had remained relatively charming. Who had he been talking to? Oh, Star, that cute friend of Zach's. What a little vixen she is, he thought. Tim rubbed his jaw gingerly and stumbled to the bathroom. What the hell? The porcelain of the sink was streaked with blood and he felt a twinge of horror. Then he saw his styptic pencil, pink and runny, and realized that someone had just done a hell of a job shaving. Probably Sam. Damned if Don shaved much and Zach's bathroom was upstairs. After downing some Excedrin and shaving, Tim felt relatively civilized. Wasn't he slated for something today? Oh, yes. Eve and Margie wanted to go fishing. He looked out the window. What a perfect day for fishing. Better get dressed and have breakfast. Want to be back in time to do some swimming. Tim reentered his bedroom and tried to find some clothes. At fifty, he was no longer a stud. Tim smiled wryly as he searched for a shirt. Actually, he had never been a stud. A bit short, a bit chunky, rather long of nose, he had realized early that his personality centered on his humor and his zest for life, not on the power of his physical presence. He still had all his hair and, as he constantly informed Livia, the streaks of gray gave him an air of sophisticated maturity. It would be many years before Tim looked or felt old. His forearms were well muscled-years of leisurely exercise and pulling wisdom teeth had seen to that. His stomach would be considered corpulent only by the harshest critic; his eyes burned with energy and good nature. Tim pulled his old fishing cap from the top drawer, surveyed himself momentarily and walked downstairs. He was hungry.
He joined Sam and Eve in the kitchen. They were busying themselves with eggs, toast and butter and coffee. "Morning, Eve, Sam," he said.
Sam nodded, then blurted. "Uncle Tim, Eve said you were going fishing. Could I come, too?"
"Of course. I thought I'd told you last night. You need all the chances you can get. If I remember correctly, you're about five pike behind me." Sam laughed. "Not after today, I won't be," he said grimly. "You won't be what?" They all turned to greet Margie who had just entered the kitchen.
Uncle Tim and I have a fishing contest and I was just saying that after today, he'll be in last place- for good," said Sam, his eyes riveted on Margie's breasts. Boy, last night was exciting, he thought. He wished he could say the hell with fishing and fuck Margie all afternoon upstairs. But he knew the thought was ridiculous. Margie caught him staring and winked. He reddened and took his plate into the dining room. Eve and Tim followed and they sat down to eat breakfast and talk about the fun they would soon be having, hauling in the pike on the banks of the stream that flowed through Tim's land.
Margie joined them, her plate heaped high with bacon, toast and eggs. "What happened to your face, Sam?" she asked between bites.
"Ummmm, what kind of rod do you use for pike, Tim? Is it different from the ones I saw in the garage?" asked Eve on the heels of Margie's remark. She knew if i the subject of Sam's face was pursued she would be helpless with laughter again. Margie shrugged her shoulders and went back to her plate. Eve breathed a sigh of relief, and listened to Tim's boring lecture on the intricacies of pike as opposed to sunfish, trout and salmon.
One by one, the swimmers came in and prepared their respective breakfasts. Soon, the whole family was sitting around the large table in the sunny dining room, talking noisily.
Tim pushed his plate away. "Well, all those going fishing, get ready. Zach? Don? Interested?" he asked.
"I think I'll pass, Tim," said Zach. "I feel like swimming and resting all day, thanks."
"I'm with Zach," said Don. "But if I see any fish in the pool, I'll give it a go." Everybody laughed. Ever Polly, who didn't think Don was very funny.
Tim shrugged and got up. "Come on into the garage, he nodded to Star, Eve, Sam and Margie. "I'll give you your rods and stuff." The fishermen said their goodbyes and traipsed out the door, following the intrepid figures of Tim. Margie slouched along, the last of the group She was tired and didn't feel much like fishing. But the day was warm and the air was fresh. It might not be too bad at that.
"How about some poolside chess, Don?" said Zach after the anglers had departed. Don usually beat him but he loved playing with him. Don was so moody and such a bad loser that Zach's infrequent victories more than made up for his numerous defeats.
"Sure, Zach, if you want to ruin your morning, I'll be more than willing to help you. I'll get the men and the board." Don nodded to Polly and Livia and ambled into the living room to fetch the game. Zach took his plate into the kitchen, left it on the sink, and walked through the dining room. Livia and Polly were immersed in conversation so he walked around the house to meet Don by the pool. He felt he would win today. It was too petty a day to lose.
"Checkmate," said Don gleefully. He raised his head from the board to acknowledge Zach's defeat. "You fucking . . ." Zach tensed his mouth and clenched his fists. He'd been hoodwinked again; he'd fallen for one of Don's insidious traps. Don liked to take advantage of Zach's greed and often proffered a powerful piece to lure Zach's defense out of position. Then, he'd swoop in for the kill, leaving Zach speechless and enraged.
"Another game?" asked Zach tartly. He'd finished examining the board for some way out of the trap and finding none, admitted his defeat. By God, he'd beat this fucker this day.
"Certainly, Cuz, always willing to give you a rematch. was white last time. You be white this time. You need every advantage you can get." Don enjoyed teasing Zach after winning.
Zach snarled unintelligibly and furiously set up his pieces. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Livia and Polly approaching the pool. They both looked so tan and creamy, especially Polly who winked lasciviously at him she entered the pool area. "Who's winning?" she asked sweetly. "Just starting another," said Zach. Polly rounded her mouth and put her hand over it as if she had said something she shouldn't have. Livia smiled and shrugged her shoulders. She knew Zach had always been a bad loser and she couldn't understand why he seemed to thrive on playing with Don and losing his temper. He won so infrequently. She stifled a laugh as she laid out her towel and sat down to sun herself. Polly settled down near her, closed her eyes and looked sun-ward. Polly believed one's face could never be too tan She fell asleep.
She was awakened by an explosion of garbled curses and muttering from the side of the pool where Don and Zach were engaged in chess. She looked over and saw Zach gesticulating wildly and Don smirking at the ground. Her brother had obviously lost another game.
Livia also awoke to Zach's harsh words. She looked down at her arms. Damn! They were burnt. She must have fallen asleep. She got up.
"Polly," she said. "I'm going in the house to take a little nap. I think I burnt my arms, damn it. I thought I'd finally make it through a summer without sleeping in the sun . . . I'm so damn tender, I burn in ten minutes. See you in a little while."
"See you, Livia. Why not put some cold cream on your arms? That usually stops burning," said Polly shading her eyes.
"I think I will." Livia bent to pick up her towel and started toward the house. Zach stood up as she passed, muttered a thank you to Don, and fell in step with her.
"Good game," called Don after him.
"Yeah, good game. See you later." Zach sounded like a broken man. Livia patted him on the shoulder. He waw, hot from playing in the sun. "That bastard," Zach muttered once they were out of earshot. "He exploits my weak points and there's not a fucking thing I can do, not a fucking thing. He changes his patterns every fucking game. Where you going?" he said abruptly.
"I've got to go inside to put some cold cream on my arms," said Livia. "I fell asleep and got a little burnt. You want a sandwich or something?"
"No, I just wanted to get out of the sun and cool off a little," said Zach. Suddenly he realized that Livia was walking very close to him. Occasionally, their thighs -pushed. Hers felt hot and plump. He eyed her to see if he noticed but she was looking straight ahead. They entered the house and Livia started upstairs.
"Zach?" she said softly.
"Yeah?"
"Got a minute?"
"Sure." Zach noticed her eyes seemed lidded. He wondered what she could possibly want from him.
"I want to go out again and I'd appreciate it if you could rub some cold cream on my back. I'd really hate to get burned on my back."
"Lead the way," said Zach. She turned and started up the stairs. Her ass cheeks fluffed out the sides of her bathing suit. The backs of her thighs were rather plump and looked tender. Suddenly Zach felt his stomach jump. For a moment he forgot she was his aunt. She was an older woman with a luscious ass and he wanted her, just like he'd wanted Polly last night. He followed Livia's wiggling ass up the stairs. Was it his imagination or as her ass moving a trifle too much? Did Livia always move her hips so suggestively?
Livia went into her bedroom and Zach followed. She went to her dresser, rummaged around for a bottle, and turned to him, holding the cold-cream jar. "Here," she said and sat on the bed next to him. "Be gentle, please.
Zach. My back is very tender . . ."
Zach nodded, opened the jar and scooped a fingerful of cold cream "Why don't you lie down, Livia? That way I can give you a back rub while I put the cold cream on you."
"Oh, Zach, would you?" Livia smiled at him warmly and lay down on the bed, closing her eyes. Zach looked down at her. Her ass was indeed a beauty, plump and soft . . . like Polly's. He pulled her long, chestnut hair off her back and started rubbing in the cream.
"Mmmmm, that feels so cool, Zach," sighed Livia. She seemed to purr contentedly as his fingers worked the salve into her hot back. While he rubbed in the cream, he massaged her shoulders and shoulder blades. God, she was soft. Her skin felt like hot butter and the cream made it glisten. He found himself beginning to sweat and not surprised to feel his cock starting to stiffen in his bathing suit. He found the strap of her bikini top was getting in his way as he worked downward so he unhooked it and waited for Livia's reaction. He was rewarded by a throaty sigh. Then he started to massage her back and liberally smeared it with cold cream. He worked lower and lower. Sometimes his fingers trailed along the band of her bikini bottom, along the curve of her large hips. Soon her back was slick with cream and he pushed at her soft muscles to ease the tension out of them. She seemed to be almost asleep. But he could tell he was making her feel good because she occasionally sighed as she breathed.
His hands slowly traced patterns to the edge of her bottoms. Gingerly he pulled them down about an inch and smeared more cold cream on the pale white flesh underneath. Livia started to breathe a little harder but still feigned sleep. He pulled the bottoms down still farther; he could see the crack of her ass and he started to rub the cream into the smooth cheeks. Livia groaned and all pretense of sleep was removed. Zach continued gently massaging. If she was going to stop him, now was the time. He hadn't really taken any liberties yet. Gingerly, he pulled her bottoms until half of her white ass was exposed. He knew, underneath her, that part of her pubic hair would also be bare. Scooping up another bit of cold cream, he commenced rubbing it into the crack of her ass; another few inches and he'd reach her asshole.
Livia spread her legs slightly and arched up her hips a bit. She obviously was anxious for him to continue. Then, Zach pulled the bottoms - almost all the way down her ass. He stopped them where her ass started to curve into her thighs. He caught his breath as he gazed at her lush buttocks and the mysterious bush of pubic hair which curled around the back of her cunt, almost up to her asshole. Zach noticed that Livia appeared to be wetting her cunt. She was obviously enjoying the creaming as much as he was.
A finger tipped with cream started down her crack. When Zach reached her asshole, he slowly swirled his finger around and tried to insert it. Livia sighed at the thrust and suddenly Zach's finger was in her ass. Zach noticed that her asshole seemed to take his finger easily. Livia was obviously practiced in such matters. He was almost cumming in his suit. He stood up, one finger still embedded in her ass. Livia's hips were fucking the bed gently and she tried to ease her large ass around his finger to get it all in. He pushed until he could go no farther and Livia, open mouthed, sighed audibly. With his free hand, Zach pushed his trunks to the floor. His cock bobbed in the air and a thin coat of pre-cum glistened on the head. Livia turned her head from the bed to see why he had stood up. "You want to fuck me, Zach?" she breathed. "You want to stick your fat cock in my pussy? That cold cream feels good in my ass . . . you want to put your cock in my ass, Zach? I'd like that ... if you gave it to me there."
Zach twirled his finger in her ass, fucked it slowly in and out. "First I want to pull down your bathing suit all the way, so I'm going to take my finger out."
"Oh . . ." said Livia as his finger slowly slid out of her asshole. Zach quickly pulled the bikini bottoms down and sat down by her head.
"I'll give it to you in-" But his words were cut short by a sudden rush of pleasure as Livia grasped his cock and pulled it toward her wet mouth. Slowly, she sucked the head in and swirled her tongue around the ridge and the hole from which his hot cum would soon spurt. She tasted the sticky pre-cum and swallowed it as it oozed out.
"Mmmm . . . good cock . . . good cock, Zach. I think I want to suck you off so your cum is in my mouth You want to give your Livia a good load of cum, honeys You want to shoot your cock off down her throat?' Livia purred, licking the head of Zach's cock as she talked. She turned her body sideways so Zach could play with her large tits as she sucked. He tweaked her nipples as her head moved up and down in his lap, sucking She'd swallowed more than half his cock and the head was scraping against the roof of her mouth. She reached a hand over and caressed his tight balls; she milked them to force the cum into the shaft.
Zach was fuming with lust. The soft mouth on his cock was driving him mad and Livia's breasts felt firm and luscious in his hands. He saw her plump ass jerking on the bed. She was rubbing her clit on the rough coverlet as she sucked him off. He noticed the white cold cream around her asshole.
"I want to fuck your ass, Livia."
She smiled and slowly pulled her head off his cock. Then she kissed the head as she spread her legs behind and humped her ass up.
"All right, then," she said. "But first put some more cream there, O.K.?"
Zach quickly spread some more cream around her ass and wiped the rest on the shaft of his cock. Then, on his knees behind her, he slowly spread her wide cheeks and placed the head of his cock against the creamed hole.
"I'm going to fuck you, Livia."
"Give it to me, honey. Give your Livia some good ass-fucking."
Zach pushed his cock into her asshole. She winced and tensed as the head entered, then adjusted and he slid in the slickened hole. Zach moaned as Livia rocked her hips to get him all the way in. She moaned as Zach snaked a hand under her belly and started to flick her clitoris.
"That's good when you do that, honey," said Livia through clenched teeth. Her hips were arched high so Zach could maintain maximum penetration. Zach's solid body rested on her back and his hips pumped savagely as he fucked her ass, which was slick with cold cream. He felt the first surges of orgasm and stopped moving his hips. He wanted to draw this out as long as possible. He was fucking his aunt's hot ass and he didn't want to stop.
"Easy, Liv," he said. "I don't want to cum so soon. Stop moving those hips, huh?" Livia chuckled into the pillow and stopped moving. They lay still while Zach's finger idly flicked her stiff clitoris and she gently closed and released her asshole around his swollen prick. Zach continued to caress her clit. He wanted Livia to cum first, and then he'd follow, filling her hot ass with his cum.
He reached his other hand around Livia's mouth and inserted a finger. Her warm lips sucked at his finger as if it were a hard cock. "Mmmmmm," Livia gurgled, pretending she was sucking the cock which was embedded in her ass. Zach fucked his finger in and out of Livia's mouth as her tongue curled around it and licked as she sucked. The finger on her clit was driving her crazy and she started to undulate her hips as orgasm approached.
"Easy, easy," said Zach. "If you move too much, I'll cum."
"I . . . help it, honey . . momma want to cum . . . momma want . . . mmmm . . . ohhh . . . momma's gonna cum . . ." Livia gurgled around the finger in her mouth. Her ass bucked furiously as she started to cum. "Ohhhhh. . .ahhhhh."
Zach pulled his finger out of her mouth and flicked her left nipple with his saliva-soaked finger. Livia was kicking the bed helplessly, pinioned under his body. She strained and screamed and her orgasm peaked.
As her spasms subsided, Zach began to pump into her ass again. He grasped both her breasts and pulled her back up as he slid into her. He thrust furiously. Her ass was so tight and so warm. It seemed to envelope his cock. He was grunting now and Livia's breath expelled every time he thrust in to the hilt. One more stroke and he was over the hill. His balls were tight with cum; as his orgasm started he thrust them up against Livia's ass. That's so good . . . shoot now . . . c'mon honey . . give momma your cum . . . Fuck my ass now . . . that's it . . ." Livia urged as she felt his cock and balls tighten and the first spurts of cum in her ass. She bucked her hips up against him and twisted her ass in many directions to milk all the sweet cum out of his prick.
"Aaargh," cried Zach as he spurted rich, thick cum into Livia. Finally, he stopped bucking his cock into her and they rested. They were covered with sweat and Zach, looking at her soft, glistening back, decided he had never experienced so wrenching a cum. Livia had the best ass he had ever fucked.
"Ready to come out, Zach?" Livia purred. "I want to look at you." "Yeah, I guess so. Ready?"
"Mmmm." Livia sighed as the tightness in her ass was relieved. Zach lay beside her and looked around for something to wipe his cock with.
"Here," said Livia, handing him a towel from the floor. He wiped his cock clean and lay back, content. Livia rested her head near his on the pillow. "That was good, honey. I always thought you'd be good, but I was always scared to try. I'm glad you came up here."
For an insane moment, Zach thought she sounded like his mother. But then, turning the idea around in his Blind, it didn't seem so kinky. In fact, he enjoyed it. She was as old as his mother would have been. She had the same ripeness, radiated the same warmth and love. He snuggled up to her and they rested. She cuddled his head and reached down to place a cool hand on his balls.
"I wonder if your cock would feel as good in my cunt it did in my ass?" she said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Don stepped backwards to admire his handiwork. What a morning! First Star and now . . . this! Polly, her tawny hair hanging over her lace, sat bolt upright on her bed. She was naked. Her soft body seemed to gleam in the shadowy bedroom. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyes were half closed. Her arms were bound behind her with a slender leather cord and her legs were clenched tight as she sat stiffly, wondering what Don would do next. Her pussy was moist and expectant.
Don stepped out of his bathing trunks and stooped to pick up the whip. It had been easy, really. He and Polly had gone swimming after Zach and Livia had departed. Afterwards, she'd said she was tired and was going in to take a nap. He'd followed her in her bedroom. She'd turned around to ask what he wanted. Don had motioned towards the bed and cocked his head. Polly had colored, but made no move to the door. He'd pushed her to the bed on her belly and pulled her arms behind her. Then he'd tied her wrists and removed her bathing suit. She didn't resist, even when the bottoms slid down her ripe thighs and her delicious white ass had been exposed. When he'd motioned her to sit up, she hadn't looked at him, but had responded immediately. Now he was about to introduce her to the pleasures of the whip.
Polly half opened her eyes and looked up at her captor. Why was she allowing this to happen? All she had to do was insist that he take these silly cords off her wrists and leave her room at once. But she couldn't . . . she didn't want to. There was something about him. Something wicked . . . something sexy. She had always liked his lean body, his calm manner. There was something depraved and wanton about Don. Perhaps her session with Zach last night had liberated one thousand desires she had been unaware she possessed. She didn't care why. All she really cared about was Don, standing before her, the whip dangling from his hand, his long, lean cock curving out at her, warm and stiff. She wondered what he was going to do. She didn't want to be hurt, but then, she was sure Don didn't intend to hurt her. The way he had tied her hands, tenderly removed her bathing suit-he seemed more interested in her pleasure than his own. And now he stood in front of her, a menacing, dark figure, idly brandishing a whip.
"What . . . what are you going to do?" she whispered. "Are you going to . . . whip me?"
"Maybe."
"Will it hurt?" she asked. A vein in her neck pulsed as she spoke.
His voice was so low she could hardly discern his words. "Maybe."
She shut her eyes as he approached her. She awaited the first sting of the lash. But there was no sting, no crack of leather against her flesh, only an insistent tickling around her left nipple. It stiffened quickly. Don was dangling the tip of the whip, the very lash, on her erect nipple. Gently the wicked lash licked and kissed her breast.
"Ohhhh ..." moaned Polly as she strained her breasts against the elusive lash. Don pulled it away a few inches so Polly had to thrust her tormented nipple out. She had an overpowering desire to reach for it and rub the leather all over her body, but she couldn't-her hands were tied and her struggles to free her bound wrists were futile.
"Does it feel good, Polly? Do you like the leather on your breast?"
"Yes," she hissed. "Oh, yes."
"Does it feel good on this breast, too?" Don moved his wrist so the lash feathered her other nipple. Instantly, Polly turned her torso, strained to touch her other nipple to the lash.
"Mmmm . . . hmmm. Yes."
Don continued to touch her breasts with the whip, first one, then the other.
After Polly strained her breasts to the leather for a few minutes, after her breath was coming in short gasps, Don realized she was ready for the next stage. He pulled the tantalizing whip up to her half-open mouth.
"Lick it up good," he commanded. "Get it wet."
Eagerly, Polly's tongue snaked out of her mouth and touched the tip of the whip. It started to sway in the air.
"Suck it," he said in a harsh whisper.
Polly pulled the lash into her mouth with her lips and teeth.
"Get as much in as you can."
She nodded her head and started to suck the whip into her warm mouth. When Don decided she had sucked in enough he motioned her to stop. He allowed her to lave the leather with her tongue for a while and then slowly pulled the whip out of her mouth. About four inches glistened with her saliva. She awaited his next command.
Don feathered the wet whip against her nipples again. This time, Polly moaned audibly when the lash touched her stiff nipples and slid, lubricated by her saliva, across the firm flesh. Imperceptibly, Don started flicking the whip so that occasionally it slapped against her tender breasts. He noted that she sighed each time this happened, so he increased the force of the lashes. Soon he was softly whipping her breasts.
Polly threw back her head and moaned soundlessly towards the ceiling. She strained against her bonds. She wanted to crush the tormenting leather to her, but she couldn't. She could only accept the blessed slap of the whip which came each time Don jerked his wrist. She couldn't believe this was happening. She couldn't believe she was about to cum.
When her heavy breasts were laced with muffled red lines, Don said, "Get up."
She moved quickly, squatting over the bed, wondering what was next.
Don snapped the whip onto the bed so that the handle was in precisely the place Polly's ass had been: the rest curled out on the bed.
"Sit down," said Don curtly.
Polly sat and her breath whistled as she felt her ass and cunt on the hard leather handle. Don jerked his wrist around so that the handle rubbed against Polly's wet cunt. As she jerked up and down on the horizontal handle, he caught her left nipple in his mouth and started to suck it hard. She screamed softly and continued to bounce on the handle, sometimes her tender cunt sat on his wrist.
"Ohhhh . . . ahhh . . ." she cried and Don knew she was tensing herself for her orgasm. As she started to cum, Don slowly pulled the whip up her body. He knew that the leather was grazing her clit and cunt lips as he pulled. Polly screamed, "AAHHHHHHHH, GOD, GOD ..." as Don pulled the whip through her legs, through her cunt lips, and over her clit. He supported her convulsing body and held her tightly as she came. When he had pulled the entire whip through her legs, she collapsed against his shoulders, her pink breasts crushing against him. After allowing her to catch her breath, Don gently disengaged himself and pushed her to the bed. She lay on her bound arms, her eyes half open, staring sightlessly at the ceiling.
Don reached over, turned her on her stomach, and untied her hands. Polly sighed and stretched her arms as soon as they were freed. She felt as if she were sleeping on cushions of velvet, the dull pain in her breasts seemed distant and her wrists tingled delightfully as the blood rushed back into them. Don lay down beside her and let her rest. Polly slept for a few minutes.
She awoke to Don standing over her. He was smiling and she smiled back. He didn't look depraved any more. Now he looked like a little boy and he had an innocent, pleading look in his eyes. He was holding her black stockings, her black sheer bra, and a pair of Livia's high heels out to her. He had drawn the curtains and the room was dim and shadowy.
Would you please put these on, Polly?" His voice sounded small and - guilty. "I . . .I was mean to you just now and I ... I want to give you a chance to . . . pay me back. If you don't want to . . ." His words trailed off and he looked at her, eyes downcast.
At first, Polly was taken aback. He knew he had just given her joy. He hadn't been mean-he'd been gentle and kind and considerate. If he had hurt her a little, it was only to add to her pleasure. She didn't want to hurt him. She wanted to give him the type of pleasure she had just received. "What do you want?" she inquired.
"I. . . if you want to hurt me, it's O.K.. . . I deserved it," he started. "I . . ."
"I'll show you what you deserve, Don. Give me those." Don handed her the black hose and sat down on the bed. His cock was stiff and pulsing. Polly went to her suitcase and rummaged around for a garter belt. She found one and slipped the hose on her legs, fastening it to the garter belt. She decided against wearing panties - the effect would be better without them. Then, she slipped the filmy bra on her breasts, reached behind her back and fastened it. She ran a comb through her tousled blond hair and turned to face Don.
Though normally impassive, Don's mouth dropped open. In the half light of the room, Polly looked like a Mistress of Hell. Her legs were encased in silky hose which ended where her thighs thickened. The hose were attached by the black elastic of the garter belt which crisscrossed the milky white of her thighs and belly. Her golden cunt seemed to glisten in the dimness. She stood with her legs slightly spread, her breasts thrust against the sheer black bra. Her tawny hair cascaded to her shoulders and her eyes .glittered with a crazy light. "Lie down and wait for me," she said.
Don complied. He was very excited and his cock seemed to bob from his stomach as he lay supine and awaited Polly.
Polly left the room for a moment. When she returned, her costume was complete. Her arms were encased to the elbows in black kid gloves." Don's eyes were wide as she approached him. Never, even in his wildest dreams, had he ever seen such a diabolically sexy vision. Even Star had never looked like this. Why couldn't Eve dress like this? How could- he convince her that his idiosyncrasy was no worse and no better than anybody else's and it certainly was better than no sex at all. Polly was Eve's sister. They had been subjected to the same forces when they were young. Polly seemed to be digging his scene. Why couldn't Eve give him a chance? Suddenly, it dawned on him. He had never even approached sex the way he enjoyed it best with Eve. He had been afraid of offending her. With Polly, he had wasted no time, not even bothering to cloak his intentions in the guise of normalcy. Perhaps that was the key to Eve, too. Perhaps, she, too, had to be told, not asked.
"Don?"
"Yes?"
"Why do you want to be punished? Is it because you thought you were mean to me?" Polly stood with her hands on her hips; from one hand trailed the whip.
"Yes." Don mouthed the word breathlessly. Polly hovered over him like an avenging angel.
"I'm going to punish you like you punished me," she said simply. Then her wrist cracked and the whip bit into Don's stomach, leaving an ugly welt.
"Owwww," he yelled. "Polly, for chrissake ... I ..."
"Shut up." she said and recoiled the whip. Don cringed as she continued. "I don't want to hurt you, honey," she purred, her mouth was wrinkled at the corners in a wry smile. "I want to make you cum. But we're going to do it my way or I'll have to hurt you like I just did. ' Don nodded, his eyes wide with fear. Polly knelt beside him and placed his throbbing prick in her gloved palm. She stroked it a few times until her glove was wet with pre-cum and then grasped the base of the shaft. "I'm going to jerk you off, Don." Her eyes were fierce slits. She was totally transformed from the gentle, warm woman he had known less than an hour ago. Now she was an imperious mistress and he knew he had to obey her . . . or suffer. "If I don't think you're grateful, I'm going to stop this . . ." She slowly slid her gloved hand up and down his cock, squeezing the head when she reached it and rubbing it on the slick palm of her hand. "And start this . . ." Polly trailed the whip over Don's stomach. He winced.
She was kneeling between his legs. His knees were up and his head was cradled on a pillow. Polly gently grasped his stiff prick with her left hand and hefted the whip with the other. She started to pump her hand up and down the slippery shaft. Immediately, more droplets of pre-cum were exuded. As she jerked him off. she looked at him, questioningly.
"Do you like what Polly's doing, Don? Will I make it cum? Would you like me to catch some of the cum on my tongue? Do you want me to let it shoot some cum on my breasts? Should I rub your cum into my breasts? Should "I let you cum in my mouth? Wouldn't it be nice if pretty Polly let it cum in her mouth? Wouldn't it?"
He didn't answer . . . he was lost in the sexy sliding of her hand on his cock and he was imagining his cum drip- ping from her chin and onto her straining breasts.
"Owwwww," he cried as Polly snapped the whip on his chest. Crack! "Yeow . . ." he screamed as he tried to ward off the next blow and caught the lash on his forearm. She hesitated, holding the whip in the air.
"Yes, yes, yes, I'd like all those things. I'd like all those things, Polly. You're pretty, Polly, and you're going to make me cum . . . yes, I'd like all those things," he whimpered through gritted teeth.
She smiled like an angel and lowered the whip. "I thought so, Don," she said. "I thought you were enjoying being jerked off by my pretty hand." Her voice quickened and grew wild. "But I wasn't sure. You weren't grateful. . . now, I know you're grateful. Now, I can start to jerk you off some more. But, Don . . ." She raised the whip. "Please be grateful ... or I'll have to hurt you again. We don't want that, do we Don?"
"No," he said in a small voice. "It feels so good for you to jerk me off. . . we don't want that."
"Good." She bent to her task. Her hand slowly and luxuriously pumped Don's stiff cock, wet with pre-cum. As she jerked him off, she listened to his moans. He'd learned his lesson. He was babbling softly about how Good it felt, how pretty she was and how much he wanted her to make it cum. His balls were tightly contracted, filled with cum. She nudged them softly with the handle of the whip as she increased the tempo of her pumping left hand.
"Pretty Polly, good Polly . . . that feels good, Polly. Yes, Polly . . . I'll cum soon, Polly . . . soon . . . soon. Good . . . Polly," he whimpered as the cum gathered in his balls.
She realized he was about to shoot off and bent her head to the bulging head of his prick. "I'm going to suck it a little," she breathed. "You were good so I'll suck it a little and I might let you cum in my mouth ... I might let some of your hot white cum spurt into my mouth. I might like your cock . . . like this." She lowered her head and ran her tongue around his swollen cockhead. He groaned his thanks, so she continued. Her tongue swirled in ever-widening circles. Finally she dropped her mouth lower and took the head of his cock in her warm lips. She closed her mouth around it and started to suck rapidly, bobbing her head in short, jerky movements.
"Ohhhh, I'm going to . . . ahhhh . . ."
Don's cock seemed to expand as the first spurt of cum hit the roof of her mouth. Polly sucked it in and swallowed as more cum spurted from the convulsing head of the cock. While she swallowed, she maintained a rapid pumping on the stiff shaft. Suddenly, she lifted her head, white cum dripping from her wet lips, and aimed the spurting cock at her breasts while she stroked the shaft. Hot cum splattered against her breasts and clung to her flesh and to the black silk. Don's hips bucked as the last few spurts dribbled from his cockhead and down the shaft, creaming Polly's gloved hand with cum. They both stopped moving and the only motion in the room was the slow dripping of Don's cum as it fell from her chin and breasts onto the bed. Polly looked down at her cum-splattered breasts.
"I could use a swim," she said with a smile.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was a perfect day for fishing. The sun was warm and the water seemed sky-blue as Tim, Star, Sammy, Margie and Eve cast their lines and awaited the first nibbles. Tim's property was bordered on the north and west by two fast-flowing streams. The streams were not known for their fishing, but Tim seldom came home empty handed.
"Have you ever caught any fish?" Star asked Eve. They were both lying on the banks of the stream, their lines idly drifting in the cool water. Tim and Sammy had disappeared, the former insisting the best fishing "was upstream. For a while they had been able to hear the excited voice of Sammy, but soon it was lost in the rush of the water. Margie had found a cool, soft place in the grass on the banks and appeared to be more interested in resting than fishing. Her rod lay on the grass beside her.
"Have you ever caught any fish?" Star repeated.
"What? I'm sorry, I wasn't listening," said Eve.
"Never mind," Star said softly. She wanted to learn about this shy creature Don had married. She seemed so distant. "What do you do in Pennsylvania?"
"We own a small leather and bead shop. Don does the leather work and I fool around with the beads. We'll never be rich, but we'll always survive and I guess that's what counts," Eve replied. "I don't know," she said to the water, "sometimes I don't think it even matters if we survive or not. Lately we've been fighting so much I-" She stopped abruptly. Why was she confiding in this virtual stranger? She colored. "I don't want to bore you with my-" "You're not boring me, Eve. Is there anything wrong? Sometimes it's good to talk about things. Especially to strangers. Some people pay strangers fifty dollars and hour to listen to their troubles. The strangers are called psychiatrists." They both smiled. "You can talk to me for free," said Star brightly.
"Thanks . . . you have a funny way of putting things, Star," said Eve, looking at the curvy blonde beside her Star was wearing cut-offs and a very tight aqua top. Her golden hair was tied up in a light blue ribbon. Eve liked her open and friendly manner. It was almost as if Star knew the nature of her problem and was gently trying to force it out of her. "I think you're perceptive enough to realize that Don and I have been having problems," she said. Star nodded slowly.
You don't know the half of it, kiddo, she though wryly.
"I know a lot of people have trouble with sex, but never thought Don and I would. We used to . . . make love so much, and I thought he enjoyed . . . seemed to enjoy it." She was talking rapidly now, letting it all out "I. know he's not a queer. Don? Impossible. But there is something ... I don't know . . . weird about him these days. Like we make love and I know he's doing it for me not for us, like something is lacking . . . like I'm not . . . doing what he wants. I don't know. I just don't know." She shook her head. "Do you know what I mean. Star?"
Do I know what you mean? You poor, innocent child. If only I could tell you I lived with him once. I know what you're not doing for him. I could tell you what he craves, what he needs to he happy. "Yes, I know," said Star gently. "Sex is so strange. Sometimes people can live with each other for years and never know what each other really need in bed." For some reason, Don can't tell you, honey. Maybe I can help. Maybe I can get you two together. You might not like his . . . ways, but at least you'll understand him and you can try to solve your problem together. "Have you tried to talk to Don about what you think?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, I've tried. But there's some kind of wall between us now. He used to talk to me about everything. Now there's some kind of barrier between us. He's not the most talkative person anyway, as I guess you've noticed. I don't know. Anyway, talking about it helps me to sort it out in my mind. You're a good person. Star."
Star laughed. "I'm not so sure about that. But I know how it helps to talk things out ... it eases your mind. I think you're going to have to find a way to talk to Don about this. The sooner the better. Silence can only strengthen the distance that's evidently sprung up between you."
"I know," Eve nodded. "I . . . HEY . . . My God, there's a fish on my line!" Eve's pole almost jumped out of her hands. The line was taut and something was pulling it in eccentric circles.
"Reel it in slowly," Star shouted. "Don't let it get away." Eve started to reel her line in and soon the girls saw a furious little fish snared on the hook. Eve pulled it out of the water and onto the grass.
She looked terrified. "What am I going to do? How do you get it off? Oh, Star, can you get the poor thing off?"
Star bent to the fish on the grass and gingerly pried the hook out of its mouth. The fish was silver-gray, about seven inches long.
"What do you want to do with it?" she asked Eve who was looking on, a horrified and contrite fisherwoman.
"Throw it back in! Throw it back in!" She gestured at the water excitedly.
"O.K." said Star. She walked to the edge of the stream and gently lay the little fish in the shallow water. It seemed to float to the bottom as if dead. Suddenly it flicked its fins and disappeared.
"Did it swim away?" asked Eve in a small voice.
Star laughed. She hadn't thought Eve was so squeamish. "Yes, it'll be fine. I guess you never caught a fish before, huh?"
"Not since I was a little girl and then Zach or my Dad used to take them off the hook. I wouldn't see them again until we ate them. Poor thing." She looked at the water ruefully. "I think I'll just watch you fish from now on. O.K.?"
"I'd just as soon just sit here and not fish either. What would I do with a fish anyhow?" said Star brightly.
They both laughed and sat down on the grassy bank of the stream. Both stared silently at the water, thinking their own thoughts. Eve lay back and closed her eyes. Star looked at her and felt a great warmth for her. This childlike creature deserved better than Don. At worst, she deserved an answer to her problem. If not a solution.
a demonstration of Don's peculiar urges. Then she could choose to remain with him or leave him with his leather. Star was thinking about how to show Eve Don's real nature when someone laid a hand on her shoulder. She turned around quickly. It was Sammy.
"Shhhh," she said. "I think Eve's sleeping. What do you want?"
Sam reddened and looked at his shoes. He said nothing.
"Why you horny old man!" Star whispered, unable to stifle a smile. She got up slowly and motioned him away. They walked downstream a few yards so they wouldn't disturb Eve. "Caught any fish, Sammy?"
"Yeah, two. I left them with Uncle Tim. He decided to go farther upstream to catch some more. I decided to come down here and see what you were doing . . . you know," Sam said to the trees. For some reason he had trouble looking Star in the eyes. Last night had been the greatest in his young life and he couldn't help trying to recreate it. He'd dreamed about Star and Margie all morning. He couldn't help himself.
Star regarded the youngster coolly. She should have realized he'd be back for more. Young boys were like that. All they thought about was sex. What had been a lovely, but otherwise unremarkable night for her, had been sheer bliss for Sam. Maybe she should give him a quick fuck in the woods which lined the stream. Where the hell was Margie? If this fishing trip was going to turn into a sex trip, it might as well be a good one. "You are a devil, Sam . . . a. real lover."
He blushed scarlet. "Awww, I don't know. You think I'm pretty good?"
Star stifled a laugh. What he knew about sex would fill a peanut shell. But he'd learn, especially if he had a few more sessions with Margie and her. She made a wry face. What the hell was she becoming, an angel? First she had decided to solve her old lover's marital problems tonight and now she was about to give her date's nephew another delicious helping of her cunt. What am I going to do next? she thought, blow the pope? Oh, what the hell! He's a good kid and he does turn me on, strangely enough. We might as well try to find Margie and make it together. It had been an exciting night. Maybe it would be an exciting afternoon. It certainly had been an exciting morning!
Sure enough, as if in answer to her thoughts, there was the sleeping form of Margie in the grass directly ahead. "As long as you insist upon another party, Sam, do you mind if I make one more invitation?"
Sam chuckled. She had consented. What a fabulous girl. "Sure, I don't mind, you know, if . . ."
"Margie," Star said softly. "Margie, surprise!" She stooped and shook the older woman's plump shoulder. "Margie."
Margie shook her head and opened her eyes. It took her a few moments to adjust to the bright sunlight. When she recognized the figures standing over her, she broke into a hearty laugh. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Hansel and Gretel, lost in the woods. I guess you think I'm the bad witch that's going to eat you both!" Her voice broke into laughter again.
"Actually," said Star, joining in the mirth, "that's exactly what we had in mind, if you're willing. You see, we're lost and tired and we feel like lying down in the bad witch's house. Especially Mr. Hansel, here." Sam chuckled embarrassedly and studied the grass at his feet.
"Well, I guess I've slept long enough, anyways," said Margie. "Where do you figure my house is?"
Star studied the bank and noticed a thick cluster of trees downstream. She pointed to it. "Over there, I think."
Margie and Sam looked at the trees. Margie nodded. "That looks like my house all right. I'd be just happy as all hell to show you folks how hospitable an old witch can be. C'mon." With that, the "old witch" got to her feet, dusted the leaves off her summer dress, and started walking towards the trees. Sam and Star followed.
Kids! Margie smiled to herself as they approached the heavily wooded area. That young cock doesn't know when to quit.
In the trees, the air was cooler. Very little sun penetrated the thicket and the ground was covered with old leaves, soft and brown. Margie pulled her dress over her head and hung it on a convenient branch. She was naked. She sat down under a tree and watched Sam and Star undress.
Star pulled her shorts off and hung them on a branch next to her blouse. She was not wearing a bra and her firm breasts sprung from her chest, impudent and creamy. Margie studied her as she slipped off her panties. Star was a lovely girl, slender in the waist, full in the hips and breasts. She walked over to Margie and sat down, waiting for Sam.
Both women laughed as Sam self-consciously turned his back when he took off his jeans. He grinned and faced them sheepishly. His cock was stiff and Star detected a droplet of pre-cum on the head. Sam had been thinking about this scene for many minutes. He walked over to them and sat down.
Margie had unconsciously placed a hand on Star's warm thigh and now she was aware of the firm flesh beneath her fingers. She started to stroke Star's thigh as the younger woman reached out and cupped one of her large, coffee breasts.
"C'mer Sam," said Margie, extending an arm.
The boy cautiously approached and Margie grasped his swollen prick and began to pump it gently in her warm hand. For a few moments, all three stroked each other and their excitement mounted. Finally Margie pulled away from Star and Sam and lay down on her back. Her thighs were spread and both could see that the pink lips of her pussy were wet.
"Why don't us girls do a little eating first? Sam, you can just do what you want. There's be plenty of places for you to sink your meat."
Star nodded and knelt over the supine woman. She turned so her body lay alongside Margie's and began to lick and kiss the older woman's soft belly. She felt Margie pull her hips to her face. Star spread her legs and adjusted her body so that her cunt was directly above Margie's face, her knees on either side of the older woman' head.
Sammy was transfixed. He had never even imagined anything so sexy. Star was lying on top of Margie and was busily slurping and licking the other woman's belly and cunt hair. She seemed to consciously avoid Margie's clit and cunt. Her soft red tongue tenderly licked the edge of Margie's pubic hair and occasionally kissed her inner thighs. Star's firm breasts were squashed against Margie's upper belly and Star moved her body gently as she kissed Margie's belly and thighs.
Sam's gaze traveled up the incredible curve of Star's ass and lower back. Her legs were spread around Margie's head and the older woman held Star's hips with her hands. Margie was nibbling Star's inner thighs. She, too, seemed to be avoiding the cunt itself. Sam figured they'd wait to actually eat each other until both were completely excited. By the sounds they were making, he figured they didn't have long to wait. He couldn't take his eyes off Star's white ass. It curved lusciously over Margie's head and she had spread her legs so far he could actually see her little asshole. He got up and walked around the sucking girls until he reached Margie's head. Star's delectable ass lay spread before him. Margie tilted her head back and winked at him. Her pink tongue snaked out and licked Star's cunt for the first time.
"Ohhhhh . . . baby, do that some more, honey," Star murmured between Margie's legs. "C'mon, baby, lick my cunt."
"I think Sammy wants to fuck your ass, honey," said Margie, pausing between long, slow strokes of her tongue. "I'll make sure he gets your hole good and wet before he fucks you."
Star nodded between Margie's legs and continued to nibble at the soft, plump thighs which surrounded her head. She started to open and close her asshole. That ought to get that little fucker going, she thought as she inhaled the heavy fragrance of Margie's wet cunt.
Sam almost jumped out of his skin when he saw Star's asshole winking at him. He knelt down quickly and desperately tried to pinion her lovely asshole with his stiff prick.
"Easy, honey," said Margie. She reached a hand up and grasped Sam's cock. "You don't want to hurt Star, do you?" She started to pump Sam's cock slowly while she talked into Star's moist cunt lips. "First, get your finger wet by putting it in Star's cunt. See where my tongue is, honey? That's good. Now get it all wet and juicy. Stick it in, honey, she'll like that, won't you. Star?"
"Mmmmm . . . that's good, Sam," said Star, her lips running with Margie's sweet cunt juice. "That's right, honey, ohhhhh, stick it all the way in. Ugghhhh. Good, honey. Now get it all wet. That's good, baby, fuck me with your finger, fuck me good . . . good . . ." Star's voice trailed off in a moan because Margie accompanied Sam's fingerfucking by pulling at her clit with her wet lips.
Margie pulled her head off Star's clit and continued to instruct Sam. "See how she likes that, honey?"
"Yes," said Sam, his voice high and tight. "I see how she likes that."
"Now stick your finger in her ass and move it around to get her ass good and wet for your cock. You want it wet so Star won't be hurt when you put your cock in her ass. That's right, honey, put it in nice and slow and she'll try to open her little asshole as much as she can." Margie started to eat Star's cunt as Sam fucked his slick finger into her ass.
Meanwhile, Star's gentle tonguing was getting to Margie. She spread her legs as far as she could so Star could get her tongue all the way into her wet cunt.
"Lick me good, honey . . . that's right ... get that tongue in there. Oh, you're good, honey, real good," Margie said, her mouth on Star's stiffened clitoris. She was about to lose herself when she remembered Sam. There was one last instruction.
"How's that Star? Your ass good and wet?"
"Yes, oh yes ... I want your cock, Sammy. Put your cock in my ass." Star was going to cum soon and she wanted that hot cock in her ass before her orgasm.
"Now get your cock wet in Star's cunt, Sammy," said Margie, gasping. The feeling in her thighs and cunt and belly was swelling into orgasm. She tried to calm down. Star's tongue was diabolical.
Sam eased his cock between Margie's mouth and Star's cunt lips. He groaned. It was so wet and warm. He felt like cumming before he entered her ass.
"Just get it wet, Sam," said Margie. "I know, honey. It feels so soft and wet. You want to shoot your cum, don't you? You want to push your cock straight into Star's cunt. It feels so good, so warm in there. All that hot juice around your cock. That's right, boy, just get it wet . . . Ohh, good, honey. Now stick it in Star's ass. Not hard, now. Just . . . ease it in," Margie gasped. Sam could take it himself, now. She was squirming under Star's hot tongue. She fucked her hips up to Star's mouth and the feeling slowly built in her loins.
Sam's balls were tight and ready to spew cum. He gently pulled Star's ass cheeks apart and inserted the head of his cock in the slick hole. She was tight and her hips were bucking on Margie's face. Finally the whole head of his cock was encased in the burning, tight asshole. He closed his eyes with pleasure and pushed in a few more inches. Star squirmed under him as he started to fuck in and out of her tight asshole. He knew he would cum in a few more strokes. Just getting himself wet in her cunt had almost brought the sperm shooting out of his cock.
"Ohhh," he gasped as his balls tightened and the first tendrils of orgasm tingled in his ass and balls.
For a few moments, the three of them squirmed on each other's bodies. Star was the first to start cumming. The almost painful feeling in her ass and the pressure of Margie's slippery tongue on her clit and cunt lips brought a moan of pleasure from her wet mouth. "Ohhhhh, honey, suck me . . . fuck me . . . SUCK MEEEE . . . AHHHHHH, MMM, AHHHH." She cried out as her body tensed and strained with the ecstasy of cumming. She bucked her hips wildly, erratically, and Sam's cock was given a wild ride. One last thrust and the first jet of cum shot into Star's ass.
"Aaaaaahhhh . . ." he moaned as his cock shot drops of hot thick cum into Star's firm, squirming ass.
Margie, her eyes shut in delirium, her tongue licking Star's clit, suddenly tensed and strained, gripped by orgasm. She stretched out her legs as her muscles tensed and scissored them wildly around Star's head. Her breath expelled and held as she came, her arms tight around the small of Star's straining back. She was hardly aware of Sam's bursting balls which were grazing her forehead as his cum shot into Star's ass in hot spurts.
Finally they relaxed, breathing heavily as their cums expired and their bodies became less tense. Sam lay on Star's back, gasping and occasionally kissing her warm flesh. Star raised her head. Her cheeks and mouth glistened with Margie's juice. She licked her lips and lay her head on Margie's left thigh.
Their breathing slowed and Sam raised his body and pulled his slick cock out of Star's ass. "I'm coming out. Star," he said, as his glistening prick withdrew from her asshole. Its departure was accompanied by the trickle of his cum which dripped onto Margie's forehead. But she lay, her head slightly turned from Star's cunt, unaware of the warm cum on her head.
Star sat up on her haunches and wiped a tangled strand of hair from her eyes. Margie sat up and smeared the cum from her forehead and Star's juice from her mouth. She stood up and reached for her dress, fumbled for a pack of cigarettes, and offered the pack to Sam and Star. Both accepted and the three lay against a warm tree, smoking in silence.
Star was the first to break the peace. "Maybe we ought to get our clothes on. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if Tim walked by, or Eve?"
Margie scoffed, remembering yesterday's eating session with Eve. "I don't think Eve would lose any sleep. As for Tim . . ." She shrugged. "That randy old dentist would just pull off his trousers and join us. He and Livia and I - we've been screwing around for years. There's nothing Tim likes more than some three-way fucking." She paused for a moment and considered Sam. "Now that you're learning about loving, Sam, you might as well be told you come from a family that fucks as good as it eats."
Sam grinned. "Yeah, I've known that for years. Matter of fact, you and Eve appeared to be having quite a time yesterday afternoon," he laughed.
Margie opened her mouth in amazement. "Why you little sneaking bastard!" She tried to mask her smile in anger. "How'd you know about that? You've been peeping on me?" Her eyes were wide with pretended amazement.
"No ... no, I was just upstairs, you know and I heard these noises, so I wanted to see if anything was wrong and I just sort of opened the door and . . ." His voice broke with hysterical laughter. "And there you were eating out Eve and she was eating out you and I ran downstairs. That's what sort of gave me the idea of going up to talk to you last night. I just wanted to . . ."
"You just wanted to get your noodle wet, you little ferret," said Star with an abrupt nod of her head.
"That's for sure," Margie chimed in.
Sam grinned. "Easy ladies, or I won't give you any more of my cock."
"Saints preserve us, may that day never come," said Margie in mock horror, her hands beseeching the heavens.
"Hmph," said Star caustically. "Listen to the big lover." She glanced at his limp penis. "Big lover . . . look at his cock. Some cock!"
They all stared at Sam's wilted penis. Margie patted him on the head. "Don't you listen to her, she's just talking. I think you have a wonderful cock. Tell you what. I've got to get back anyway to clean up a little and help Livia start dinner. Maybe I could spare a few minutes upstairs with you. What do you say?"
Sam stuck his tongue out at Star. "That sounds fine. Margie. I'll go back with you." Then he abruptly turned around, bent over, spread his cheeks and flipped Star a red eye.
She laughed. "Why you little brat. You better leave before I get up and . . ." She considered Sam's wide shoulders and sinewy arms and cocky smile, "and teach you a lesson," she concluded with a smirk and a shrug of her soft shoulders.
Star watched Sam and Margie dress. The air was cool on her and she felt delicious so she decided to leave hers off for a while. "Thanks you both for a wonderful afternoon," she said, almost seriously. It had been fun.
"Bye now," said Sam casually. She looked so beautiful and clean, sitting under the tree, her soft flesh against the hard, grainy bark.
Margie waved. "See you, honey. Dinner should be in a few hours. Don't be late, now."
"I won't. Be seeing you," said Star and watched them disappear along the banks of the stream. She was alone. She stretched her arms and yawned luxuriously. The morning and afternoon had been tiring. She wanted to sleep for a little while. It was so peaceful in the thicket, a perfect place to rest. She stretched out her legs, cradled her head in her arms, and was fast asleep in moments.
CHAPTER NINE
Margie and Sam soon reached the house. Everybody seemed to be in the pool area. Don and Zach were deeply engrossed in chess. Livia was sunning herself and Polly was sleeping in the shade of the house.
"Hi," said Sam as Margie went around to the front of the house. Don and Zach looked up from their game. Don barely nodded and returned his gaze to the board.
"How many'd you catch?" asked Zach.
"Oh, I got two," Sam replied.
"Where's the rest of them? I saw Margie, but where's the rest?"
"They're still fishing I guess. I felt like coming back to swim."
"The water's great, and," said Zach beaming, "as an extra added attraction, your good old Uncle Don's going to drown himself right in front of your eyes in about . . ." Zach made a big show of scrutinizing the board, "oh,, about three moves." He sat back and watched Don's brow darken.
"He's as bad a winner as he is a loser," said Livia.
"The two go hand in hand," said Polly acidly, raising her head from her towel.
"I could beat the both of you," Sam challenged. But before either of the players could respond, he dove into the pool and came up spluttering.
"Your move, brother Don," said Zach sweetly.
Star awoke with a start. She had the icy feeling that someone was watching. She looked around frantically. No one was in the thicket. She lay her head down again.
"Hi."
She threw her head up to see who had called. It was Tim. He was standing at the edge of the thicket about twenty feet from her. A string of fish was flung over his shoulder and he carried two rods in his left hand.
"Oh my God, I'm sorry." Tim cried.
"Sorry about what?" Star said acidly, reaching for her shorts. He'd been watching her sleep and she was faintly irritated that he had feigned surprise.
'Tin sorry. For a moment I didn't realize you were naked," said Tim, laying down his catch and the rods. "Here, I'll turn my back to convince you of my good intentions."
Star quickly slipped on her top. "You can turn around now. Tim," she said sweetly. He approached and sat down near her. "What were you doing, anyway?" He smiled. "I'm sorry again. It's really none of my concern. Cigarette?" He reached for the pack in his shirt pocket and offered one to Star. She accepted. "Where's Sam?" said Tim. "He left me upstream about an hour ago. You seen him?"
"Yes." said Star. "As a matter of fact, he and Margie just went back up to the house. They wanted to go swimming." She lay back against the tree and exhaled a faint plume of smoke. She was conscious of his body next to hers.
"I see." Tim nodded and a gleam sparkled in his eyes, unnoticed by Star. "I'm sorry I interrupted your sleep. But, although you didn't know it, you were sleeping in my den."
"Your den?"
"Yes, that's what I call it," he said. "This is the quietest place in the woods. Usually, there's no one here but me and sometimes a deer. But when they see me, or smell me, rather, they run away," he mused. "That's why it's my den. No one bothers me here and I can get away . . . and think."
"Am I bothering you?" she asked.
"Oh no. no. You're not bothering me at all. In fact, you're just like one of my deer except you don't run away." He turned towards her and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"No ... I won't run away," she said and closed her eyes. He pulled her face close to him and kissed her full on the mouth. She opened her mouth and allowed his tongue to softly touch hers. His right hand dropped to her firm breast. He cupped it and massaged it through the thin material of her lop. Star sighed and sunk down to the soft ground. Tim lay down beside and slipped his hand under her top. Her breasts were firm and hot beneath the clinging fabric. Finding a tender nipple, he grasped it and gently kneaded it to stiffness. Then he bent down and took the erect nipple in his mouth, through the fabric. Star moaned and cradled his bent head with her hand. She placed her other hand flat on his belly and started a slow, circular movement. Her hand's touch felt like a piece of hot ice; Tim started to suck harder.
Star's soft hand traveled down his belly to the waistband of his shorts. He quickly reached down and opened the button at his waist. She patted his hand. "You want to fuck me, don't you, Tim?" she said in a husky whisper. He nodded and kissed her neck, gently-nibbling her soft throat with his teeth.
"Yes, baby. I've wanted to fuck ever since I saw you come in with Zach," said Tim, still kissing her throat. It was true in the sense that he usually wanted to fuck any pretty girl the moment he saw her. Even though he couldn't ask for much better than Margie and Livia- young girls, beautiful girls, always excited him. Star was young, and very beautiful "You don't have much on underneath these clothes, do you?" he said.
She breathed heavily and her eyes narrowed. Sometimes she thought she enjoyed taking off her clothes in front of a man who appreciated her as much as she liked fucking him. "No." She sat up and slowly pulled her top up her belly. She stopped just as her nipples were about to pop free from the confining material. Tim held his breath. Star luxuriously pulled the top over her head and shook her tousled golden hair out of her eyes. She strained her breasts forward and dropped her eyes. She knew she was beautiful. Now she was waiting for Tim to acknowledge the fact. His eyes wide, Tim bent towards her breasts and tenderly kissed first one, then the other nipple.
"God. you're beautiful. Star. God you're beautiful," he murmured as he tongued and kissed her bare breasts. Star raised her round ass off the ground and quickly slipped off her shorts. Without missing a lick, Tim reached down, nudged her soft thighs apart, and gently-rubbed her lower belly and her moistening cunt. Star started to buck her ass slowly in response to Tim's rubbing. He reached down her soft belly, past her pubic hair, and wiggled a finger around the entrance to her cunt. Star raised her hips so that his finger slipped into her wet hole. She lowered them with a sigh, Tim's finger firmly inside in her slippery pussy.
While Tim slowly finger fucked her cunt and kissed her breasts, Star fumbled with his shorts, trying to ease them off and down his legs. After Tim adjusted his body, she slipped them off and he kicked them away. His cock was the largest she had seen in a long time. It was quite long, but most notable for its thickness. It bobbed up from his loins and already the head was dribbling pre-cum. She extended a tiny finger and swirled her nail around the head of his prick, spreading the pre-cum so the head was soon glistening. She had an overpowering desire to take his big cock in her mouth before he fucked her.
"I want to blow you, first, Tim," she breathed. "Lie back." Tim complied immediately and relaxed against the tree. Star rose on her knees and crept between his legs, facing him. She encircled the large head of his cock with one hand and grasped the shaft with the other. She stroked it with both hands and Tim closed his eyes with a soft sigh. "Feels good, doesn't it? My hands on your big cock," said Star in a small voice. "Yeessssss, baby . . . mmmmmmm . . . such a nice big cock. Do you think I'll be able to take it all in my mouth? Do you think you'll cum so much that some will dribble out of my mouth after I finish blowing you? Do you, Tim?" She leered at him, her soft hands gently pumping his cock.
"I don't know," he said. "Why don't you try . . .and see?"
"Mmmmmmmm ... I think I'll do just that." She bent her head and her hair cascaded over his belly, almost hiding her face. She kept one hand at the base of his cock, brushed the hair from her open mouth with the other, and gently took the large cockhead between her lips. She held it there for a few agonizing seconds while her tongue lapped around the head, tasting Tim's pre-cum. Tim groaned and starting to move his hips up in a natural action designed to thrust as much of his straining cock as possible into her soft, blowing mouth. She pulled her head off his cock, a thread of saliva attached her lower lip to his cockhead, and shivered in the air.
"Don't move, baby," she said. "You'll ruin my technique. Just lie back and let me do the blowing. Don't worry, baby, soon your cum will be shooting into my mouth. But I like to do the work when I blow, baby. See . . .?" Star lowered her head again and took the entire head of Tim's cock in her mouth. Her mouth was stretched a little because Tim's cockhead was pulsing and swollen with cum.
She started to bob her head. Tim's cock slid in about halfway on the downstrokes and almost entirely out of her oval lips on the upstrokes.
True to her wishes. Tim tried to move as little as possible and found that her sucking was even more enjoyable that way. He felt completely in the power of her warm, wet mouth, her swirling tongue. Star was cooing as she blew him, urging the cum from his cock with throaty moans arid whimpers.
Tim felt as if his cock was encased in hot velvet. She was so good, so very good with her mouth. "Good . . . baby . . . very good," he whispered as her head bobbed rhythmically up and down on his cock. Sometimes Star would pause on the upstroke and keep only the head of his cock in her mouth. She would grasp his thick shaft with her small hands and move her head in a fast, circular movement. Tim would almost scream when she did that, his hands clawing the earth, his mouth open with pleasure.
Star reached between her legs, her mouth wide around Tim's cock and slowly inserted two fingers in her dripping pussy. She, too, was close to cumming. She pulled her hand up a little and began gently rubbing her stiff clitoris as she sucked Tim's swollen cock. Tendrils of pleasure curled around her loins, her belly. Suddenly she eased her mouth off Tim's cock and commenced a long sliding motion on his shaft with one hand. The other rubbed her clit. Since Tim's cock was glistening with her saliva, her hand moved up and down easily. She was jerking him off while she masturbated. She looked at him. Sweat beaded his brow. His body was tense with approaching orgasm. Soon his cock would shoot warm jets of hot cum. She wanted to tease him a while.
"Feel good, honey?" she asked as her soft hand pumped his cock. "You're going to cum soon, aren't you? You're going to shoot your hot cum in my mouth, aren't you, Tim?" He nodded and fucked his cock up and down in Star's slippery hand. "Why don't we watch the first bit come out, Tim? O.K.? You and me. We'll watch you shoot your cum and then I'll put my mouth on your cock and make you cum some more. O.K.?" She was rapidly approaching her own orgasm and she wanted Tim to cum with her. He wasn't far away. His balls were tight in their sac. His cock seemed to expand in her hand as he fucked it wildly up and down. "Cum, baby . . . cum . . . cum. That's right . . .good, baby . . . cum on, cum on, shoot it, honey. Shoot it so Star can put her mouth back on. Yes, yes, that's good. Ohhhhh . . ."
Star's words were cut short as a heavy spurt of cum shot out of Tim's cock and landed on her breasts. The hot cum seemed to burn her and as it started to dribble down her breasts, her orgasm hit. She tensed, threw back her head, and cried soundlessly as another hot splatter of cum struck her straining body. "Oh, Tim," she cried, adjusting his creaming cock to her lips in time to swallow his next sticky spurt.
"Ohhhhhhh_. . ." Tim moaned as her warm mouth encased his cock in mid-cum. His eyes closed as his cream spurted in her mouth.
Star kept her mouth glued to Tim's cock until the last shot rolled down her slick throat. She swallowed rapidly until all the excess cum in her mouth had been ingested and then licked around the head to urge out the last drops. It was so warm and hot and good. She didn't want to miss a swallow. Finally, Tim sighed and stopped moving his hips and cock. She pulled her mouth off and licked the cum from her lips. Not a drop had fallen down her chin.
She lay down beside him and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her for a while in silence. Star could feel Tim's heart beating heavily. It was the only movement she could hear in the still glade.
"Whew." said Tim. finally. "You sure know how to blow a cock. Star. You sure do know how to suck cock." He smiled.
"It's not often I find one with a cock as big as yours, Tim," she replied. "For the first few moments, I didn't think I'd be able to take it all in my mouth." She shrugged and smiled.
"I'm glad you managed, I . . ."His words were stifled as if he had been shot. His eyes were riveted on the slender figure of Eve who had miraculously appeared about twenty feet from the reclining pair. "Eve . . ." He sputtered and looked at her incredulously. Eve was slipping out of her clothes. When she was naked, she pulled her long brown hair in front of her so that it fell on her breasts and moved towards them. She looked like a wood nymph, a supernatural vision.
"Hi, Star, Tim," she said, a faint smile curling her lips. "I heard some noise in here and saw you two . . . well, actually, you were shooting off in Star's mouth, Tim, and you. Star, were swallowing Tim's cum. I was wondering if you wanted some . . . company." She sat down next to them and idly traced strange patterns with her fingernail on Star's white thigh.
Tim had never seen Eve act so confidently. Usually she reminded him of a frightened deer, a poor, sad, creature with big sad eyes. But the woman stroking Star's thigh had narrow eyes, fierce eyes that dripped with sex.
Star felt a tingle in her loins. So Eve obviously had another side to her. Perhaps it would not be hard at all to acquaint her with Don's peculiarities. The hand on her thigh felt delicious and Star was overcome with lust. She wanted Tim's cock in her cunt and Eve's mouth on her clit. She wanted both of them to make her cum and she wanted to fuck and eat each of them.
Tim obviously felt similar desires because he pulled Eve down next to him so that he was flanked by both girls. His cock was not fully stiff again. Star had sucked a lot of cum and lust from him.
Both girls placed hands on his cock and balls and started to fondle him into rigidity. Tim sighed as their warm fingers stroked his cock and tightening balls. He reached his hands to his sides and searched for each woman's cunt. Star was a bit too low for his hand to reach so she hunched up, spread her legs, and allowed his hand to stroke her pussy. Eve spread her legs at Tim's touch and gave a little gasp as he slowly inserted a finger in her hole. She was deliciously tight and Tim had to fuck his finger in her a little 2t a time until it was wet enough to enter all the way.
Soon Tim's cock was hard and both girls had wet cunts. Tim was skilled in the endless variations of trios. It usually depended on the moods of the participants and he was adept at sensing moods . . . and desires. Eve seemed to be moaning, almost shivering as he fingered he cunt. He turned to Star and she nodded towards Eve, who was not aware of this mute exchange. Tim rolled toward her and started to kiss her small, firm breasts. She moaned and arched her back as his tongue found her stiff nipples and licked them until they were slippery wet. While Tim sucked and kissed Eve's breasts. Star moved between her legs and started to kiss her lower thighs. Sometimes she would bite and kiss Tim's thighs which were adjacent to Eve's. Her blond head moved, up and soon the heady aroma of Eve's cunt assailed her nostrils.
Eve opened her legs wider to allow Star's head more room. She knew what was coming. Star was going to eat her! She tensed as she felt the first tentative probe of Star's tongue on her inner thighs and her cunt creamed on Tim's embedded finger. She bucked her hips up so her clit rubbed against his strong hand.
Tim started to tweak and nibble her nipples. She moaned and whipped her head from side to side. The twin feelings. Star's tongue near her cunt and Tim's mouth on her tits, were driving her toward orgasm. Tim could tell she was nearing a cum. His hand was wet with her juice and he could feel Star's face against the back of his hand. She wanted to eat Eve. He slowly pulled his finger out of Eve's cunt and quickly brought it to the nipple he wasn't sucking. "Easy honey, easy," he said as Eve jerked and moaned.
"Ohhhhhh, God," she cried as Tim flicked her nipple with his wet finger, smearing her own juice on the stiff tip. Warmth started to radiate from her loins to her breasts. "Ohhhhh . . . yeeesssss . . . mmm . . ." she sighed as Star's hot little tongue began to lick around her asshole and up to the lips of her cunt. "Ohhhhh . . . eat me . . . eat me . . . eat me . . ." she urged the blonde between her legs.
Tim, supported on his elbow, was tweaking and sucking Eve's breasts alternately with finger and mouth. Eve's head was thrown back over his arm and her breasts stood up straight. Her long neck was arched and he could see the veins throbbing. "Yes, honey, she's eating you," he said in a low voice as Star busily tongued Eve's tender ass. "It feels so good when she puts her tongue in your ass. Yes, baby, don't be afraid to move. You'll cum soon. Eve. She's good with her tongue . . . she knows how to get it inside and she knows how to suck good."
Star slowly moved her sucking lips and tongue from Eve's ass to her brimming cunt. She parted the labia with her hands and licked the wet cunt-lips in smooth strokes. Eve cried out and Star knew she was ready to cum. She blew a stream of warm air up into Eve's pussy and the younger girl seemed to go wild, bucking her hips and moaning incoherently. Tim held her torso down and continued to kiss and suck her firm breasts.
Suddenly, Star moved her head up and captured Eve's straining, stiff clitoris in her soft lips. She shook her head wildly, the little clit firmly encased in her soft, sucking lips. That brought Eve off.
Her body tensed in Tim's arms and her thighs closed spasmodically around Star's head. "Aaaaaaaah . . . ohhhhhhh . . ." she groaned as the tingles and shivers coursed through her body.
Star kept sucking Eve's clitoris until Eve pushed her head away. She relaxed with a sigh in the crook of Tim's arm. Star moved up and lay down beside the prostrate girl. She reached over Eve's belly and gripped Tim's stiff cock. The head was slick with pre-cum, and she stroked it up and down, lubricating the entire shaft. Tim clambered over Eve whose eyes were closed and nestled himself between Star's open thighs. He knew her pussy was wet. There was no need to get her hot . . . she was already burning with desire.
"Fuck me. Tim. Fuck me now," she urged. Tim placed the tip of his cock in the area of her slick cunt. He couldn't find the hole and Star reached a soft hand between her legs and guided Tim's shaft into place. He didn't enter her immediately. Instead, he lightly probed her cunt with his cock, wetting just the head, then pulling away and sliding his shaft up and down her slick pussy-lips. Star placed her hands on his hips to pull him into her. She was wild for a fuck. Blowing Tim and eating Eve had turned her on-she had to unwind by having his thick, meaty cock in her cunt.
But Tim refused to enter her. It felt so good just to slide his cock through her pussy lips and up to her clit. She was brimming with juice and his cock was wet with it.
"Oh, fuck me, Tim ... I can't wait, baby. FUCK ME! FUCK. . ."
Her words had a magical effect on Tim. Feverishly, he placed his cock between her pussy lips, the head almost in her dripping cunt, and thrust into her.
"Aaaahhhhh . . . good . . ." sighed Star as the thick cock entered her cunt. She stretched her pussy to accommodate Tim's thick cock. Her thighs were spread wide and she moved her feet up and locked them behind Tim's lower back.
Star had a fantastic cunt, Tim decided. With her feet locked behind him. her pussy was angled for the deepest penetration and he had yet to thrust to his full length. He pushed his cock deeper into her cunt and raised himself on his toes. Firmly encased in her cunt, he started a gentle circling motion. He didn't want to feel too much friction yet. He didn't want to cum before she did and he knew he couldn't hold out a long time because he had been almost ready to cum when Star had been eating Eve. God, Star had a fantastic cunt. She had mastered the trick of manipulating her vaginal muscles and she was gently squeezing his cock as she undulated her hips under him.
Tim kissed her throat and shoulders as they fucked. He lowered his head and just managed to get one of her nipples in his mouth. This seemed to excite her because she started to twist her body under his, raising her thighs higher along his back. He began to fuck her evenly and deeply. He wiggled a hand between his belly and hers and found her stiff clitoris. Feverishly, he flicked the wet. little bud as Star seemed to rise off the ground.
"Oh, Tim," she sighed. "That feels so good . . . you fuck so good. Kiss my tit, honey. That's good, so good.
Get your mouth on it!" she moaned into his ear as her hips increased their pounding.
He knew she was on the brink of cumming and began a rapid, screwing motion as he felt his cum gather in his balls, ready to shoot into her hot cunt. His thick cock screwed into her in a circular movement and his hand rubbed her clit heavily.
"Ohhhhhh, Tim," Star screamed as the first wave of her orgasm lifted her from the ground. She moaned and tensed as the cum shook her tender body. As she peaked, Tim felt his own cum start to shoot out of his balls.
"Ohhhhhh . . . God . . . God," he shuddered as the thick hot cream spurted into the girl straining beneath him.
"Oh, cum, cum, cum, baby," Star cajoled as she felt him stiffen and fuck madly into her cunt. Their bodies locked and strained for a blissful moment as Tim emptied his balls into Star and her body was wracked with the tension of her exploding cum. They finally collapsed and stopped moving.
Tim lay his cheek on her soft breast and tried to catch his breath. Star, her head thrown back and her hair fanned behind her, looked at the trees over her. She cradled Tim's head on her breast. She looked over and saw Eve, still sleeping. The younger girl's arm was thrown over her face and her delicate breast peeked out at Star. A small leaf lay on Eve's left thigh, pasted to the soft flesh by Eve's cum. Star studied the sleeping figure. Eve's tender curves and thought about Don . . . and Don's whip.
CHAPTER TEN
"Well, shall we have coffee in the living room?" said Livia. She surveyed the glowing faces before her. Everyone looked so healthy. A day in the sun had turned Polly a deep, golden tan. Her normally dark blond hair was flecked with yellow highlights and she looked lovely. Don and Zach were burnished from their hours of chess by the pool. Eve, Star, Sam and Tim weren't quite as ruddy as the rest because they had spent their day in the relative shade of the stream banks. Livia was aware of much more than the family's healthy exteriors. A sixth sense, honed by years of experience in and out of bed, perked her curiosity. Was she imagining, or did the whole group look well-fucked? She hadn't seen Polly so animated and cheerful since before Jack's death. Don was actually talking to people rather than nodding grimly each time a sentence was directed his way. But the change was most apparent in Eve. Livia had never seen her face so bright, her manner so aggressive, her smile so quick. And Zach. She smiled inwardly as she watched him color his words with great sweeps of his hands. Zach was always exuberant, but tonight he was positively manic. Of course, she mused, he has good reason.
They'd had a delightful hour of fucking this morning and perhaps another bout could be arranged for this evening. Yes, it all seemed to fit together. Where had Don and Polly been when Zach had been upstairs fucking her? And Tim? He usually returned with at least twice as many fish than he'd caught today. Eve and Star hadn't caught any. She knew how he enjoyed trios. Perhaps One by one, the family filtered into the living room and Sam and Margie served coffee. "Cream, please, Sam," said Star puckishly as the boy offered a tray bearing sugar and cream to her.
Sam blushed and said, "Here." He walked self-consciously back to the kitchen. Damn that Star! No one else could tell, but he was sure she had emphasized the word cream just to embarrass him. Margie followed him into the kitchen. She was smiling. Obviously, she, too, had picked up on Star's impish jest.
"Bitch," said Sam, shaking his head.
Margie laughed and tousled his hair. "Now, you listen, boy. If you're going to play, you're going to have to pay just like the rest of the world. She's just joking, that's all."
"Yeah, I know," Sam said. "But if Mom ever found out. . ."
"Shit!" said Margie. "Your Momma's a smart gal. She's going to know everything you do from now till the time you leave home. You better get used to it and you better remember that she won't try to stop you from doing anything you feel is right. Any fool can see that, boy."
"Yeah, I guess so," said Sam. He pulled Margie to him and kissed her hard on the lips, holding her soft, plump body to him. She kissed back sticking her hot tongue into his open mouth. He drew back. "You're really something-you know that, Margie?"
Margie laughed and gently pulled away from him. "I've been called a lot of things, Sam and something ain't the worst. C'mon. Let's go into the other room and see what's up for tonight. Wouldn't surprise me at all if your Aunt Livia had something cooked up."
Margie was right. Livia had indeed cooked something up. When Sam and Margie entered the room, the group was divided into parts. Don, Tim, Star and Eve stood at one end of the room. Zach, Livia and Polly were huddled at the other. "We'll take Sam and you can have Margie," shouted Zach.
"Have Margie for what?" snorted the maid.
"Charades-you want to play?" asked Tim from across the room.
Margie glanced at the eager faces surrounding her and grimaced. She'd thought Livia had proposed more interesting entertainment. Charades was definitely not her cup of tea. With an impudent toss of her head, she swaggered upstairs. Her night would begin, she decided, when the game broke up and the contestants went to bed.
Livia watched her friend leave and was embarrassed by her abrupt departure. "You can be on our team, Sam," she said, motioning to Zach and Polly.
"O.K." he said, "but I forget how to play."
"Oh, you remember," Livia chided. "We'll think of four phrases or words for their team to act out and they'll think of things for us to act out. Remember the motions?"
"I guess so," said Sam. Actually he had forgotten most of the intricate signs which charade players use to communicate their phrases, but he figured he would soon re-acquaint himself with them as the game progressed.
The two teams huddled quietly for a few moments each trying to think of phrases or words which would be hard for the other team to act out. Finally, Livia called "Ready?"
"Yeah," said Don. Both teams left their respective corners and sat on opposite sides of the room. A large space was left open in the center of the room for the acting. "Your team want to go first?" Don challenged.
"Sure," said Zach. "I'll go." He sauntered over to Don who was holding his team's choices. "This better be easy, brother Don." Don smiled at Zach wickedly and proffered the slips. Zach reached for one, read it, and winced. He had to act out The Red Promise by Alar Bell, a current bestseller about the desirability of a violent socialist takeover in the United States.
"How many words?" shouted Livia, her eyes aglow.
"Book? Movie? Phrase? What is it?" screamed Polly.
Zach faced his team and placed a finger to his lips in the classic charade player's request for silence. He held up three fingers.
"Three words," Livia yelled. "Three words." Zach nodded vigorously and held up a forefinger. "You're going to do the first word. First word," said Livia. Zach nodded and held up his right hand, forefinger and thumb barely touching.
"Small word. It's a small word," screamed Polly gesticulating wildly. "A, an, but, or, is, if, the, was, and . . . backwards?" Zach was waving his hand backwards informing Polly that she had said the word. "A . . . an . . . but ... or ... is ... if... the .. . THE," she screamed as Zach pointed his finger at her to indicate she had found the right word. "The . . ." she murmured gratefully.
Zach held up his second finger. "Second word?" Sam ventured. Zach nodded. He pulled his ear with his thumb and forefinger to indicate he was going to act out a word which sounded like the word he was trying to force his team to guess.
"He's trying to do sounds like," said Livia, motioning to Polly and Sam to quiet down. Zach affirmed her words with a benign smile and started to act. First, he mimicked a yawn and slowly began to unbutton his shirt as if he were going to take it off. "Urn. Urn, Sleepy, tired . . ." Livia shook her head in confusion. "What's he doing?"
Zach drew an imaginary rectangle in the center of the room and lay down on it, bringing his knees to his chest, feigning sleep. "He's going to bed," said Sam softly. Zach immediately jumped to his feet and waved his arms wildly in Sam's face. "Bed?" said Sam. Zach's arm whipped out and pointed at Sam. "Bed!" said Sam. "Sound like bed."
Polly began to shout. "Said, head, fed, dead, lead, ted. red . . ." Zach jumped up and down as she mentioned the last word. "Red," she screamed. "Um, Um, that book, that book by Alan Bell . . . you know it, Livia, that book!"
"THE RED PROMISE," Livia exploded.
"YES," screamed Zach, finally able to speak. "How many seconds?" he asked Tim, who was peering intently at his watch.
"Forty-eight, not bad. Of course, it was an easy one," said Tim. Zach muttered and returned to his seat. Eve arose. It was her team's turn and she wanted to get it over with. Luckily, she picked an easy charade and her team guessed it in thirty-three seconds. One by one, each player walked to the center, frantically performed a charade, and sat down. Finally, it was Star's turn. She was the last player to go and her team was winning by eighty seconds of cumulative time. If she could communicate her charade in less than eighty seconds, her team would win. She walked over to Livia who was holding the last slip, one she had thought of by herself, in her hand. Star plucked the slip from Livia's hand and read it. It said: The Family That Lays Together Stays Together.
"Very funny," she said ruefully, trying to figure out a way to communicate the phrase as delicately as possible. Livia was smiling angelically and Zach stifled a guffaw as he took the slip and read it.
"That's a tough one," he said, grinning.
"Maybe it isn't," said Star thoughtfully and turned to face her team.
"Ready?" asked Livia.
"Ready," said Star firmly. She swung her arm in a wide circle, indicating that she was going to attempt to act out the entire concept of her phrase rather than each word. Her teammates nodded solemnly. They were anxious to guess Star's charade as quickly as possible.
"Roundabout," said Tim. "You're going to do it roundabout."
Star nodded and lay down on the floor. She spread her tan legs, hiked up her summer skirt and started to undulate her hips. Slowly and provocatively, the golden girl fucked the air. Her mouth was slightly open and her tongue was between her teeth. She looked like a girl being fucked by an invisible lover.
Star's team was startled at first by her suggestive acting, but they soon were caught up in the spirit of her act. "Making love!" Tim shouted. Star nodded from the floor and swept her arm in an arc with encompassed everybody in the room. "Everybody making love," cried Tim. "An orgy!" Star beckoned to him to indicate that he was on the right track. She swept her arm again, pointing to each person in the room. Meanwhile she continued to squirm on the floor.
"The whole family in an orgy," said Don. "The whole damned family!" Star grew excited and nodded vigorously from the floor. Tim, Eve and Don exchanged questioning glances, trying to relate these seemingly disparate concepts, the family and making love.
Suddenly Don snapped his fingers and smiled broadly. "The family that lays together stays together," he shouted.
"Yes," cried Star, jumping up and dancing gleefully. "We won, we won!" Her whole team was beaming and exchanging superior smiles.
"As a matter of fact, you did win," said Zach, looking at his watch, "by ten seconds."
"Good acting. Star," said Livia. "You didn't waste any time with that one."
"Oh, it was all my team. They were brilliant," Star gurgled.
"Yes, we were really too much," said Tim, his arm around Star. "How about another round?"
"Actually, I'm getting tired," said Livia. "That sun wore me out. I think I'm ready to call it a day."
Her suggestion was echoed by the others. The entire family was exhausted from sun and sex, and they were all faced with long drives home tomorrow. With murmured good-nights, they all straggled upstairs.
Zach followed Star's wiggling ass. He was tired, but not too tired to fuck her. But she stopped at the second floor. He beckoned her upstairs.
"I'll be up later, Zach," she said mysteriously. "There's something I have to talk to Eve about. I'll wake you . . ."
Zach considered this, shrugged his shoulders, and kissed her good night. He ascended the third floor, slightly irritated with Star. "Pssst." He wheeled at the sound and stared at Polly who stood hesitantly at the head of the stairs.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Where's Star?" Polly whispered.
"She said she had to talk to Eve for a while. I . . ." Suddenly Zach caught the glint in her eyes. "C'mon," he whispered, fearful of waking Margie.
Polly smiled and soundlessly approached his door. He stepped aside and let her enter first. "Polly . . . baby . . ." He took her in his arms and kissed her warm full mouth. She opened her lips and allowed his tongue to joust with hers. Reaching down with a soft hand, Polly tenderly grasped Zach's hardening cock and squeezed. His muscles tensed. "Wait a minute," he whispered.
Zach feverishly struggled out of his shirt and shorts as Polly sat on the bed and unbuttoned her blouse. Soon, Zach was naked and Polly was reaching behind her tanned back to unhook her bra. "I can do the rest," he said. "You just lie quiet." With a soft sigh, Polly lay down on her belly as Zach unhooked her bra. Her full tits fell to either side of her chest. Then he began to stroke her ass through her silken panties. Polly spread her legs a little and commenced a slow pumping motion with her hips, fucking the bed while Zach fondled her round ass.
Zach, no longer able to control himself, pulled her panties down her smooth thighs and slipped them over her feet. Polly turned around and, lying on her back, pulled Zach down to her. Her body felt electric under his. She was incredibly soft and her skin, having soaked up so much sun, was literally burning. Polly reached a small hand around his back and began playing with his ass, gently kneading and stroking while Zach licked her neck and breasts. He moved a little so that his right thigh was between her legs and Polly moved her cunt up and down his leg.
"Oh, it feels good, honey," Polly said as he mouthed a stiff nipple and drove his leg hard against her wet cunt. "That's good, honey, kiss my breasts . . . ahhhhhh Zach didn't need much urging, but he loved to hear her words. His cock was trapped between their bodies, nestling on her warm belly. Polly reached between them and stroked the shaft lightly with her fingertips. Occasionally, she ran a fingernail over the swollen head and touched the hole, which was wet with pre-cum.
She was fucking her hips against his leg more rapidly now. The first faint tingles of orgasm were flickering in her loins. She wanted to cum around his cock. "C'mon, honey . . . better cum in me now. Put your cock in me now . . . that's good, honey ... oh YES!" she moaned as Zach adjusted his cock to the slippery lips of her cunt and commenced the first exploratory probes. Soon the head of his cock was' wet with Polly's juice and she spread her legs wide to allow him easier entrance. "Cum in me. . . good, oh, good."
Zach slid his entire cock into his sister's hot, wet cunt. Polly brought her feet together behind his legs and fucked him madly. Her head was thrown back, moving from side to side as Zach fucked her in hard, short strokes. She had been about to cum when he'd entered her and now the thick cock in her cunt, Zach's mouth on her breasts, and his hand on her clit, between their heaving bodies, sufficed to bring her over the brink. She strained her breast against his open mouth, trying to push it all in. Her lovely back arched and the muscles in her neck tightened. She was cumming.
"AAAAHHHHHH," she moaned as her body was seized with orgasm. Every muscle in her soft body tensed with her cum and for a sublime instant she raised her back off the bed, drew her knees tight along the sides of Zach's body. Finally she relaxed. Zach stopped fucking her and allowed her to regain her breath. Her face was flushed and her eyes were narrow with the lust of her release. "Now, you, honey," she said, eventually. "Where do you want to cum? In my cunt? My mouth? My ass? Tell me, honey," she urged as Zach started fucking her slowly again. He didn't care where he came, he knew it was going to be soon and Polly's talk didn't retard the inevitable. "Want to cum on my pretty breasts, honey? Want your sweet juice on my neck? Maybe when you're almost finished I could reach down and get some with my tongue. Would you like that, honey?" Polly was talking in a high voice. As she talked, she urged Zach up her body a little and reached a hand down to his asshole. She circled the tight hole with a small finger. She wanted to wiggle her finger in and ticked Zach's prostate. She knew that would make his cum better.
She tightened her cunt muscles and increased the speed of her fucking. Her finger wiggled into Zach's asshole. "Ohhhh . . ." he moaned as his sister's finger found its mark, as her cunt began to milk his swollen cock.
"It feels so good," Polly whispered. "It feels so good when my finger's in there and you're fucking me . . . feels so good, honey. Doesn't it feel good? That's right, honey, push your ass up against my finger. You want it all in there, don't you? You want to cum now, honey? You want to shoot your cum into Polly?"
Zach grunted and stiffened as the first spurt of his cum shot into her hot, wet cunt. Her finger went wild in his asshole. She never relaxed the pressure on his prostate during his orgasm. "Ohhhh," he moaned as his sperm flooded Polly's cunt.
Polly jerked her hips spasmodically and milked the hot cum from Zach's cock with her cunt. When the last spurt had jetted into her, she relaxed and Zach dropped his head to her sweaty breasts. Perhaps Star would stay downstairs for a few more minutes. Zach wanted to eat Polly. . . he wanted to suck his sister's pussy.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Zach had nothing to worry about. Star would be downstairs for a long time. She had followed Eve into Don and Eve's bedroom and engaged her in a continuation of their afternoon conversation. Eve had finally broken down and confessed that Don simply wasn't interested in her sexually. Star's heart had gone out to the unhappy girl. She held Eve in her arms, patted her head, and attempted to soothe her.
"What am I going to do?" Eve sniffled, her head on Star's warm shoulder. "I love him. Star. I love him so much, but. . ."
Star's mind was racing. She felt so sorry for the innocent creature in her arms. She was weighing the possibility of telling Eve the bare truth, telling about her previous relationship with Don and his peculiar sexual tastes. But, after considering all the implications, she decided against this course. Tonight Eve would have to be exposed to Don's darker side. Star knew it would shock her. It would be unnecessary, almost cruel, to add the burden of her old affair with Don. Star knew she would have to be the catalyst in tonight's proceedings. But, it would be better to present herself as a veritable stranger, not one of Don's old loves or perverse playmates. She gulped as a plan formulated in her mind.
"Listen, honey," she said. "You wait here. I want to talk this out with you. I'll be back in a minute." Eve nodded mutely as Star left the room. Don would be one of two places-in the bathroom or downstairs. She raced downstairs. The living room was empty. There was a light on in the kitchen. Star opened the kitchen door and was greeted by the sight of Don eating a sandwich. She stood in the doorway, breathless.
Don looked up from his plate. "Hi," he said softly. "What's the rush?"
"There isn't much time, Don. Now listen to me." Star's mind was racing and she wasn't convinced that what she was about to do was right. What was in it frr her? She knew she wasn't a good Samaritan. Why was she so anxious to help an old lover and his new wife? She looked at Don, who was awaiting her next words, and the answer became very clear. He had converted her. Making love with him this morning had been the most erotic experience she'd had since she'd lived with him. She had been kidding herself since her California days. Don had trained her to love the bite of the whip. He i taught her to give and take commands and those lessons, once learned, could never be forgotten. It was all very clear to Star. She couldn't wait for the night to begin.
"I've been talking to Eve."
"Oh?"
"I know about the . . . problems . . . you've been having. I . . . I think I can solve them for you."
Don looked amused. "Go on."
"Eve and I had . . . had a thing going this afternoon." She studied Don for a reaction but none was forthcoming. "I'm going to go upstairs now and try to show her what . . . what you taught me to love. If you come upstairs in about half an hour, I think you'll find her . . . ready . . ."
Don looked down at his plate. His face was no longer amused. "The whip is under the bed," he said grimly. Star smiled wryly, turned, and walked upstairs. Don looked at his watch and began to eat his sandwich again. His cock was stiffening. He didn't think Star would succeed. Eve was too distant, almost too pure. Perhaps . . . He shrugged and chewed slowly. When Star reached the bedroom. Eve was lying face down on the pillow. She looked up as Star entered. Her face, though streaked with tears, was more composed than it had been when Star had left. "Feeling better?" Star inquired.
"I guess so," said Eve. "Crying never does much good anyway, not in the long run."
Star sat down on the edge of the bed. "How'd you like a back rub? It'll relax you and you'll be able to sleep better."
"Thanks, Star, I'd really like that," said Eve, dropping her head on the pillow.
"Here," said Star. "Let's take off your shirt and jeans. I hate to give back rubs through clothes . . ."
"O.K." Eve sat up and quickly unbuttoned her shirt. After throwing it across a chair, she bent to her zipper and slipped off her jeans. She wasn't wearing a bra and her white breasts looked firm and inviting. They quivered as she pulled her pants down. "There," she said and turned back to the pillow. Her round ass was covered with silken panties.
"I'm going to take these off, too," Star said softly.
"That way I can massage your bottom, too. I usually love that. Do you?"
"Mmmmhmmm . . ." Eve murmured as Star gently slipped her panties down her smooth thighs.
"There. Now you just close your eyes and enjoy this. When I'm through, you'll sleep like a little lamb." Star sat down on Eve's lower back and began to massage her shoulders and neck.
"Mmmmmm," Eve sighed. "That feels so good."
Star bent to her work. With deft strokes, she massaged the tension out of Eve's upper back. Sometimes her supple fingers slipped to Eve's sides and she toyed with Eve's breasts, which were crushed against the bed. Eve's back was soft and warm. Once, Star bent and kissed her on the neck. Eve smiled and sighed again, but her eyes remained closed.
Star moved to the side of the bed as she worked down Eve's back. Soon her fingers were kneading the soft skin directly above Eve's curved ass. Her breath caught as she noticed that Eve had spread her legs slightly. Now Star was stroking Eve's ass. She took the firm cheeks in her hands and gently rubbed them together. As she massaged, she bent her head and gave Eve's ass a hot, wet kiss. She left a little red spot on Eve's white ass-the younger girl moaned softly and spread her legs a little wider.
While one hand toyed with Eve's ass, the other hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse. Star blessed the fact she wasn't wearing a bra. Taking a bra off with one hand was a bit tricky. That accomplished, she reached for her zipper while maintaining an even stroking tempo on Eve's ass. She stood up for a moment and wriggled out of her shorts and panties. Eve didn't seem to realize what was happening. Her eyes were closed and she was only aware of the warm hand kneading her ass and the backs of her thighs.
Star sat down again on the side of the bed. Both hands were free now and she really began to work. One hand kneaded Eve's ass, the other squeezed the soft flesh of her thighs. Occasionally, Star would trail a finger up Eve's crack, barely touching her cunt and asshole. Eve's breathing would increase markedly when she did this and Star knew the girl was ready for anything. She slipped a finger down Eve's crack and was happy to feel the girl's cunt was moist. . . ready. She began to insert her finger into Eve's cunt, gently penetrating the wet cunt-lips. Eve moaned and spread her legs even wider.
"Does that feel good, honey?" Star whispered.
"God, yes."
"I'm going to put it all the way in now." Star slowly inserted her finger into Eve's cunt. It was hot and wet. Eve began to undulate her hips as the finger slipped into her pussy. Star bent her head and the tip of her tongue touched Eve's tight asshole. At the contact. Eve gasped and bucked her ass up, trying to make Star's tongue come inside.
Star licked her asshole and tried to penetrate it with her tongue, but the hole was too tight. "You want something in there, don't you, honey? You want something in there while I finger your cunt."
"Mmmm ... yes, yes, yes," Eve murmured.
"I think I can get something, honey," said Star. Quickly, breathlessly, she reached under the bed, groped around, and closed her fingers on the handle of Don's whip. She pulled the long coil out from under the bed. "Here, I found this under the bed. Put it in your mouth to make it wet, honey. That's good . . . that's right."
Star placed the cool leather handle to Eve's lips. Eve crazed with lust, opened her mouth and accepted the hard leather. While Star fingered her, she sucked the handle like a cock, sliding her tongue up and down that shaft as Star moved it in and out of her mouth. "I think that's enough," said Star. .he slowly pulled the handle out of Eve's mouth and was shocked to hear the younger girl protest.
"No, not yet. I like to suck it. Let me make it wet so you can put it in me. Please . . ." Star's heart was pounding with lust as she once again fed the handle of the whip into Eve's greedy mouth. Eve cooed and purred as she sucked the whip. Her hands made little fists under the pillow as Star's finger slid in and out of her wet cunt.
"O.K., honey, you got it wet. Now let me have it Ready?" Star pulled the handle from Eve's mouth. I was slick with saliva. She placed the tip at Eve's asshole and began to push it in.
"Ohhhh, God!" Eve cried as the cruel, hard leather forced by Star's insistent hand, entered her asshole. She bucked up hard against it, trying to get as much in as possible. When Star thought the handle was embedded enough to prevent it from slipping out when Eve twisted she let go-the whip jutted obscenely from Eve's ass.
The sight of Eve's white body, defiled by the whip, her finger in Eve's cunt, was too much for Star. With a high cry, she picked up the other end of the whip, a few inches of the lash itself, and began to crack it across Eve's back and ass as her finger fucked the younger girl's pussy. Eve went wild as the whip rained blows upon her. She writhed and twisted as the cruel whip smacked against her ass and back. "Ohhhh, God, God, God, I . . . cum . . . cum . . ." she mewed.
Star stood up to get better leverage and spread her legs. Her finger slipped out of Eve's cunt and she wormed her hand down to get at the moaning girl's clitoris. As she found it, Eve cried out and fucked her cunt furiously against Star's slippery hand.
"Feels good, honey?" Star hissed. "I knew it would. I knew you wanted it. Now, put your hand on my cunt. Finger me off, honey. Ahhhhh, that's right!"
At Star's command. Eve pulled her right hand from under the pillow and found Star's cunt which was dripping wet. She feverishly inserted her middle finger, and her thumb found Star's clit. She was about to cum and she wanted the older girl to cum, too.
Star tensed as Eve's finger entered her. She closed her eyes and directed the whip by memory. It continued to crack against Eve's tender ass. At each flick of the whip, Eve screamed softly. The sharp pain was mingling with the hot pleasure between her legs. She began to cum. "Ohhh . . . ohhh . . . ahhhhhh . . ." she screamed as her body was enveloped by the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.
At her scream. Star opened her eyes. She, too, was beginning to cum. Eve's hand was fingering her cunt and pressuring her clit. Tendrils of pleasure raced through her body. She threw her head back and screamed, clutching Eve's hand to her cunt as her orgasm gripped her body. The whip fell from her hand and lay across Eve's back as Star collapsed on top of the other girl.
Both were gasping as the sensations of pleasure left their bodies limp and sweaty. When her breathing had abated. Star raised herself off Eve and lay down beside her. She pulled some damp strands of hair from Eve's forehead and stroked her sweaty brow. Eve placed her small hand over Star's. She sighed.
"God, that was strange," she said. "I've never felt anything like that before."
Star looked at her. The slim handle of the whip still protruded from Eve's ass. She reached to pull it out. Eve stayed her hand.
"No, leave it in for a little while. It feels so big and good in me. It helps me remember what it felt like when you . . . whipped me and I started to cum. Please, leave it in, Star."
Star shrugged and kissed her on the lips. For a delicious moment, their tongues met and jousted. Then she lay her head next to Eve's and closed her eyes. She didn't care if Don came or not. She felt so warm and close to Eve. The whole weekend raced through her mind. She had learned so much about herself in so short a time. Zach - all the men like Zach - seemed so distant from her. She knew she could never have a real relationship with Zach or anybody like him again. She knew her whole life had been altered by this weekend. The memories of Don had flooded her mind again and she never wanted them to leave. And now Eve . . . Eve, this gentle creature. She, too, had been changed. Star looked at her slumbering face. Her face, which has been lined with worry and fatigue all weekend, was angelic in its repose, tranquil. Eve slept the sleep of one who has been totally satisfied. Her body was recharging itself for more of the same delicious pleasure.
Tim, Star thought. What a kind man he was, what a good lover. But would he ever know the joy she had just felt? Would he ever know the wicked pleasure of the whip? And Sammy, little Sammy. He would know many girls now that he had been introduced to the wonders of sex. But would he ever know the thrills of beating his lover while she came? Would he ever know the joys of the whip? Don did. God, how lucky she was to have seen him again, tasted the perverse pleasures that he knew how to give so well. Now Eve would understand him. She would look at him with sad eyes and coax the cum from his cock with whispered words and cruel lashes. And he would smile while he cracked the whip to her soft flesh, stung her into orgasm with gentle stroking and the smack of the whip.
But what would become of her? She couldn't go back to New York, to her job, her apartment, her friends. The whole scene had always bored her and now, with the courage of one who has found one's place in the grand scheme of life, she admitted it. Maybe she'd take her trip to Europe sooner than she'd expected. She could live with her parents until hen feet were on the ground and then . . . Her thoughts were shattered by a shadow in the doorway. Don.
He put his finger to his lips and she remained mute. Like a cat, he sprung to the floor, rummaged under the bed and found the satchel he'd brought to the little house by the pool in the morning. Star watched with wide eyes as he took four lengths of leather cord out of the satchel. She motioned to the sleeping form next to her and looked at him quizzically. Don moved to Star's side of the bed, pushed her head down to the pillow, and turned her on her belly. After pulling her hands behind her back, he tied her wrists together. When she was well trussed, he bent his head to her ear.
"Don't say anything until she's tied." He motioned to the whip handle in Eve's round ass. "You were right, baby. You really did it." Star nodded her head and then turned to watch Don bind Eve. He'd tied the cords tight and her wrists were beginning to hurt. But the feeling of being bound-and at his mercy-more than made up for the pain.
He moved to the other side of the bed and gently pulled Eve's arms behind her. She stirred, but remained asleep. When her wrists were joined, Don bound them together and pulled the cords tight.
Eve awoke. "Whaaa . . ." she said dreamily.
"Don't be scared, honey." said Don quietly. "It's just me. Here, I'll take this now." Tenderly, he pulled the whip from Eve's ass.
"Oh my God." Eve moaned. "I . . ."
"It's all right," Don smirked. "As a mailer of fact . . . it's my whip." His voice was gentle, but there was an undercurrent of authority in it. Eve turned to Star, a look of shock on her face.
"Star, what does he mean? What. . ."
Star's mouth was slightly open. Her eyes were wide with lust. Eve looked so helpless, lying on her belly, her wrists bound behind her back. She realized that she must look the same way.
"Don't worry, honey," she said. "It's hard to explain. I'll tell you later after . . ." Her words were cut short with a moan. Don was trailing the whip along her back. It felt cool and stiff and it made her body tingle. The lash left her for a moment as Don gave Eve the same treatment.
"Oh, that . . . feels . . . good." said the younger girl as her husband lightly ran the lash up and down her back, her thighs, along the crack of her ass.
Both girls instinctively spread their legs as Don, kneeling at the foot of the bed increased the strength of his strokes.
"Oh . . . yes," Star purred as a delightful tingle erupted on her soft back-the kiss of the whip. Don moved to Eve's side of the bed and didn't miss a stroke.
"Baby."
"Yes . . ." Eve murmured, her eyes lidded with pleasure. The whip wasn't biting. After her body had gotten used to the first few lashes, it felt like a velvet tongue, nipping at her ass, licking at her back.
"Baby, I'm going to get down on my knees ... I want you to take my cock in your mouth and blow me while I do you and Star. How does that sound, baby? Do you want my cock in your mouth? Want to suck my cum while I make you feel so good?"
"Mmmm . . . hmnm," Eve sighed as Don knelt, his cock opposite her mouth. "Give it to me, honey. A little closer ... I can almost get it now . . . ahhh . . . m mmmm mm."
Eve sucked Don's stiff cock into her mouth. He began to fuck her mouth slowly and she opened it as wide as she could, so her teeth wouldn't scrape the sensitive skin. His cock slid in and out. cushioned on her wet tongue.
"Oh, that's good, honey, keep that up," Don said. The slippery feeling, the pleasure Eve's mouth was giving him, communicated itself to his wrist and he increased the tempo and severity of his strokes. Both girls were twisting and jerking under the lash now. Don had an idea.
"Star," Don hissed. "Turn over." He pulled his cock from Eve's hot mouth. "You, too." Both girls squirmed over. Now they were laying on their backs, the bound arms underneath them, looking up expectantly at their captor.
"Put your mouths together," he commanded, not missing a stroke. The girls complied instantly. Quickly, Don mounted the bed and knelt between their heads so that he could survey their bodies. His cock was standing upright, swollen with cum. He wanted to force it down between both of their hot mouths so they could suck it, but he held himself off. First, he wanted to play with them.
Two straining pairs of breasts winked up at him. With great restraint, he dangled the tip of the lash on each aching nipple. The girls' backs were arched because they were laying on their bound arms and wrists. Their breasts were straining up at him. He wanted to suck each one pink, but this was better. Each time the dangling tip left a nipple. Eve or Star would cry for more, beg him to bestow the leather upon them again. Sometimes, he trailed the lash over the bellies and up to the breasts. Once he tenderly flicked each of their cunts. The legs were spread, begging him to eat them, but that, too, would have to wait. He wanted to torment them, make them cry with lust. Then, he'd give them his cock to suck.
As one hand dangled the whip on their squirming bodies, Don forced his cock down to their mouths with the other. Star and Eve lolled their tongues out. Each wanted to be the first to lick his cock. Maybe he would reward the first with more lashes.
"Oh . . . God," Don cried as his cock was wedged between their hot, wet mouths and two slick tongues went to work on him. With his hand, he kept his cock between their mouths, his balls on their smooth cheeks. Star edged her head up a little and took one of her balls in her mouth. She commenced to hum while she sucked. This left his cock for Eve and she slurped it into her wide open mouth, keeping it inserted by closing her lips around it. The odd angle forced his cockhead against her cheek and Don could see the outline of his swollen cock in her mouth.
Star's humming and Eve's sucking were driving him to the brink of cumming. Taking an end of the whip in each hand, he leaned forward and started to rub each girl's cunt with the cool leather. Star's cunt and clitoris were being massaged by the thick handle. Eve's, by the more slender coil.
"Ummmm," cried Star, Don's ball in her hot mouth. Eve gurgled around his cock as she felt the leather on her cunt.
"I'm-cum. Suck it up, honey. Eat my sweet cum. Get it all," Don moaned as the first spurt of cum splattered against Eve's cheek. She strained against her bonds to free her hands. She wanted to feed his cock deeper into her mouth. But the bounds held firm and she could only strain her head up to get more of his shooting cock into her mouth.
Star tensed and writhed under Don's balls. The heavy whip handle was bringing her off. She wanted to free her hands, too. Every fiber in her soft body was flooded with pleasure and her clit pulsed against the slippery leather handle. As she came, she instinctively threw her leg over Eve's which was right beside her and as the two girls came, as their bodies squirmed with the release of cumming, their legs strained against each other, just as their wrists strained behind their backs.
Eve's spasm was so great that Don's cock slipped from her mouth. For a moment, it spurted hot white cum on Star's belly and Eve's breasts. Then he backed up a little and Star's mouth swallowed the pulsing prick. She greedily sucked the last of his cum down her throat.
All three, their orgasms fading, collapsed and lay limp, suspended in the twilight world between cumming and utter exhaustion. Don's cock oozed a last droplet of cum. It fell onto Star's tongue silently. She tasted it and swallowed.
Don was the first to disengage himself. He eased off the girls' bodies and unsteadily found his feel. He surveyed their supine forms. Their eyes were shut and their breathing had slowed a bit. Trying not to disturb them, he turned each over and quickly unbound their wrists. Eve pulled her arms away and draped them at her sides. One lay on Star's belly. Her hands free. Star sat up and shook her head, trying to clear it. Her cum had been so intense, she felt drowsy and she lay down on the pillow next to Eve. Don snuggled up beside her.
She had never been so content. Don cupped her right breast in his sinewy hand and stroked her slowly. She looked deep into his eyes and saw what she wanted. He nodded his head once and lay on the pillow, a slight smile curling his lips.
She could never go back to New York now. Few people could find the peace she felt lying between Eve and Don. She could never let it go. Tomorrow, she'd have a little talk with Zach. He didn't need her . . . he didn't need her like she needed Eve and Don.
