Barbi Orlando has a delightful family situation. When she is seduced by her Uncle Carl, she finds incest to be so satisfying that she, in turn, seduces her Aunt Cara.
With this base of family love to count on, young Barbi strikes out on her own to experience every carnal treat the world has to offer her. And she finds lust everywhere: in sunswept fields, mountain streams, and even on the road with a traveling circus.
And 'when homesickness sets in, Barbi decides the best gift she can give her new friends is to bring them on back to her sexy family to share their true home lovin'.
CHAPTER ONE
The sports car came to a slow stop, parking in the shade of the large trees overhanging the isolated country road. The driver, a handsome man in his thirties, got out, and looked down from the shoulder of the road. Smiling at the sight of a secluded pond which was partially obscured by high grass and tree limbs, he turned back toward the auto.
"Say, you want to see where I used to skinny-dip as a kid, Alicia?" he asked the beautiful young woman in the car.
"Sure, Johnny," she grinned, stepping from the car, her long legs flashing seductively as her skirt rode up with her movement.
A tall, willowy blonde, Alicia slid her arm around his waist, one of her heavy breasts rubbing the side of his chest as she looked down at the sunlight shining on the water of the pond.
"Want to take a swim?" he asked with a suggestive rise and fall of his eyebrows as he grinned.
"You don't think some farmer might happen along?" she asked, obviously unworried.
"I haven't seen anyone else on the road for the last two hours, and there aren't any houses around," he said, moving forward.
"But I don't have a swimming suit, Johnny," she said with mock alarm.
"Heh-heh, I know," he leered up at her as he helped her down the slope.
"Oh dear," she sighed melodramatically. "What would Mother say?"
"She'd probably tell you what a lucky girl you are," he grinned as they stopped at the edge of the water.
"Bullshit," she laughed with a toss of her hair.
He began to unbutton his shirt and she lifted her pullover above her head, revealing the ripe mounds of her tits that swelled up above her lacy bra. She turned and he unsnapped her bra for her, nibbling at her neck as he did so. Her tits were like ripe fruits, pale globes that stood out unsagging from her slender torso, the nipples a bright pink.
Johnny admired the succulent tits of the woman as he stepped out of his trousers. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop around her feet. A tiny strip of lace panties tried helplessly to conceal her cunt, but her fleecy triangle was revealed above the edges, and through their transparency. She slipped the fragile garment from her full hips, and the plump cheeks of her ass quivered delectably. In a few moments they both stood naked, the sunlight falling through the trees to glow on their bodies.
"I thought you wanted to go swimming?" she asked with an arched eyebrow. "Or are you just going to stand around getting a hard-on?" she smiled as she eyed his erect cock's thick length.
"Can't help it," he shrugged. "Looking at you gets it up every time."
"Well, I'm going in," she laughed, and began to wade out into the water.
He stood for a moment, watching the water ripple around her calves, and then her thighs, then around her pert rump. Then he moved forward as she dove forward to swim ahead.
Unseen by either Johnny or Alicia, Barbi Orlando watched them with wide eyes. The fifteen-year-old girl had herself been skinny-dipping when she heard their car stop. Naked as they were, she had quickly moved behind the shelter of a tree that grew out over the water. At first she had been afraid that she would either be raped, or reported to her aunt and uncle. But when the couple had come down from the road, her fear had turned to curiosity.
The water was just under the apex of Barbi's thighs, and she was bent from the waist to peek over the tree trunk as Johnny and Alicia swam about. Red hair fell below her shoulders, framing a pixie-like face with large green eyes and delicious lips. Her breasts, still growing, were much smaller than the older woman's, but equally beautiful in their wide circumference. Her nipples were half an inch long even unaroused, tilting up from puffed aureolas. Her belly was a petite pout over the auburn plume of her pubic thatch, her fanny like two soft pillows.
Barbi moistened her lips, seeing the couple float on their backs upon the surface of the water. The woman's breasts rested to the sides, the pink slit of her cunt showing between her spread legs. But Barbi's main focus of attention was Johnny. Her lips had parted when he had opened his trousers, and pushed them and his underwear down his strong, hairy legs. She had followed the contours of his muscled stomach down to the dark crown of hair, her eyes widening at the sight of his erect tool. When he had turned to the side, her eyes had run down the length of engorged flesh to the plump bulb of his head, and then back down the shaft to note the veins. She had swallowed at the size of his engine, and the tight sac of his balls beneath.
With fascination, Barbi observed how his prick had softened, and now floated on the water. She shifted, and the water lapped up against the slickened pubescence as if seeking to break open the portals of her loins, and rush up into her sweet snatch. She shivered at the pleasurable sensation, biting into her full lower hp. There was a quivering feeling inside that virginal nook that had arrived with the exposure of Johnny's manhood. She pressed her thighs together, hoping to still the humid tingling that made her feel warmer than usual.
Johnny looked over at Alicia, and stood up beside her. She looked up at him with a mischievous expression as he let his eyes move up her long legs to the wet curls of her muff, observing the way the ringlets clung to the split mound of her cunt. He smiled at the pool of water within the dimple of her navel, and moved his look up the slender waist to the soft orbs of her breasts.
Alicia reached out and ran her fingertips along the hardening staff of his sex. He smiled warmly, his lids lowering as she slowly caressed him. His prod standing out full length again, he reached out to ease his fingers over the inside of one of her thighs. He moved his hand higher as rapturous vibrations began to flow through his gut from her stroking fingers, and he played his fingertips in the moist chestnut hair. She smiled languidly as he let his fingers sink into the humid slit of her womanhood, strumming the erect node of her clit.
Barbi felt dizzy at the sight before her. Almost casually, the man and woman were fingering one another's genitals, only his erection and the expression on both of their faces revealing their true arousal to the young girl. Her own vision seemed blurred, and the gentle lap of the water was a distant hum in her ears. Her underbelly was burning, and her tits ached. Her nipples were now erect, standing a full inch from her rose petal aureolas. She reached up with one hand to cup one of her soft mounds, squeezing it to alleviate the pleasurable throb. Her tongue moistened her lips, a pink velvet knife point sliding over rosy pads, as her eyes followed the woman's fingers up and down the engorged trunk of the man's prick.
Half of Johnny's fingers were within the sticky heat of Alicia's cunt, churning within her as he bobbed the burning bolt of her clit. Her mouth was open and her eyes shut. Floating in front of him, her fingers began to grab at the spar of his cock.
"How'd you like to dry out in the sun," Johnny asked in a husky voice.
"Dry out?" she smiled libidinously, her fingers gripping tightly to slide the flesh of his cock up and down the hard weight of his meat.
"Well, if the sun needs some help...." he trailed off suggestively, his teeth clenching as she worked his prick more rapidly.
"Okay," she said in a short gasp as he curved his fingers up into the juicy hive of her cunt while she stood.
Barbi watched them embrace, their bodies pressing together as their arms encircled one another. She saw their mouths come together, their lips open to allow their tongues to jab and dance lasciviously. Johnny's hands slid down Alicia's back to caress and then clutch the full cheeks of her ass, pulling her loins tighter against his. Barbi had to lean against the tree for support, her knees refusing to keep her erect.
Her arms around Johnny's neck, Alicia lifted her legs from the water to wrap them around his waist. He moved his hands under her ass to give her support, and his fingers fondled the opened cheeks, moving under her thighs to finger the base of her slit and her exposed anus. She rubbed her tits against his chest as he worked his center finger into her bung hole, his thumb entering her cunt. She bit at his throat as he caught the membrane between thumb and finger, rubbing it. She leaned back, and he lowered his face to kiss the full moons of her breasts, tonguing and sucking at her hard nipples.
Barbi's fingers dug into her tit, twisting and rubbing it against her heaving chest. She rubbed the heel and palm of her other hand down her tight little belly, and then it was cupped over the broiling heat of her slit. Her fingers twisted in the moist strands of auburn pubic hair, the tips rubbing the throbbing mounds of her cunny.
Her lips pulled back from clenched teeth as she sucked air in, her face flushed, and her eyes dilated. Her fingers scooped down into the pulsing honey pot of her cunny, sliding over the wet pinkness to come up under the searing bolt of her clit. She crimped the erect node of hypersensitive flesh between thumb and fingertips, and she bit into the inside of her cheek to still her moans.
Johnny and Alicia could not have heard Barbi's sounds of arousal due to their own sighs and groans of ecstasy. Alicia lifted her cunt from his stomach, and his fingers guided the raging throb of his cock into the moist invitation of her slit.
"Oh, yes, Johnny. Yes," Alicia murmured as she felt the bulbous head move between the hot lips of her cunny. "Jeez, but I want your whang in me. I want t'feel that ol' snake jumping inside me," she moaned from her throat, her body trembling with desire.
Alicia's hips wiggled down as she took in the hard length, gripping and tugging her vaginal muscles around his prick that filled her channel. He murmured with pleasure as the soft heat of her underbelly sucked around his prick, and then he was all the way in, feeling his head brushing against her, high inside her squirming body.
"Damn, but you fill me up," Alicia said happily. "Feel like I'm going burst wide open," she laughed, twisting herself on the churning of his rod that caressed the hot channel into a flesh fire.
Barbi's breath was ragged, her eyes blinking as her hand pumped and gripped at the roaring quakes of her young slit. She watched him help Alicia rise and fall on the reddened trunk of his prod, Alicia's pink lips quivering hungrily around its steady thrusts. Barbi pressed her aching tits against the tree's root, both of her hands churning in the boiling pudding of her opened nook.
Bracing his legs carefully, Johnny moved toward the bank. Alicia let her legs slide down from around his hips and stood on the grass before him while his cock was still implanted in her cunt. They knelt together, and she laid back beneath him, the soft grass curling beneath her.
Johnny lowered his face to her tits, sucked the pliant weights, and bit lightly at the pink protuberances of her nipples. Pushing himself up on his elbows, he began to lift from the twists and turns of her hips. Barbi again saw the wet staff of his sex lift from the lava pool of Alicia's box. It came out to the base of the head, and then plunged back in. She saw Alicia's hands claw at his back as she moaned under his slow pumping. Again he came out and went in, and each time he repeated the motion it was faster.
Barbi's legs hung limply under her, her weight against the tree trunk. The moans and cries of ecstasy from the couple filled her ears. The surging waves of rapture spun up from her fingering, her stomach spasming at the intense sensations of joy.
Johnny pumped down into the clutching maw of Alicia's writhing loins, sucking as much of her tits as he could take into his mouth. Her hands grabbed at his pistoning buttocks. Her head was back, her mouth open, her hair lashing from side to side as he kept up his flashing pace. She bucked her hips up against his plunges.
He let Alicia's breast squeeze loose from his mouth until he held only the pliant hardness of her nipple in his lip-shielded teeth. She moaned as the pink tip snapped loose. He groaned at the electric bolts that ran up his burning rod to sear into his central nervous system. Every nerve ending seemed to glow with light shocks. His hands clenched her shoulders, his back tightening, and sweat shone on his forehead.
"Lord, but-you're so good," he groaned. "Such a fuckin' good fuck," he said as a chill of pleasure eased the tension of arousal for a moment, and then it was mounting again.
Barbi's tongue licked at her lips, and she turned from the exhibition before her, leaning back against the tree trunk. She was panting, her disarrayed hair falling around her face. Both her hands were between her spread legs, her fingers kneading the pulsing nook. She dropped forward to her knees, the water beneath her breasts, and continued to search in her jewel box for the release from the burning pearl of her clit.
Neither Johnny nor Alicia heard the splash as Barbi had dropped to her knees. Both were making low animal noises. Alicia's legs again wrapped around Johnny's hips, and she jammed his prod in the palpitating fist of her sex. His eyes closed to the flashing sweeps of rapture, the darkness behind his eyelids going scarlet.
Pushing up onto his knees, Johnny grabbed her ass in his hands to lift her churning cunny with him. Sliding his hands back, he had her loosen her legs. Clutching her thighs, he held her spread loins up above the grass, and began to thrust into the humid honeycomb. Alicia's hands dug into the ground, her weight back on her shoulders, and she cried out as the mass of his rod swung in and out of her, lashing under her clit.
Barbi let out a strangled cry as her orgasm broke forth, the waves of release flooding through her body, throwing her off balance, and sweeping all of her senses into an avalanche of ecstasy. She fell back against the tree trunk, her breath coming in great sobs of fulfillment. Slowly, the sound of the lovers' moans seeped through. Her energy momentarily gone, she gripped the tree to ease herself around.
Alicia screamed joyously as his ricocheting pumping pulled her over the edge, the culmination shrieking through her body. She writhed and twisted with her orgasm, jerked and jumped against the stuttering prick. Her contortions around his prod arched his back, his muscles locking. His face twisted, his breath grabbing in his throat as his orgasm quaked in his belly, straining the barriers. His flesh buzzed with electric heat, his mind spinning with raptures, and his come was raging like a geyser through his spasming cock, spewing up inside Alicia's writhing body. She moaned as she felt the hot splashing of his spend within her cunt, and she climaxed, their bodies bucking together, satisfaction flooding through them.
Barbi watched Johnny slowly lower himself, and then roll onto his side with Alicia still against him. They kissed, and Barbi watched with wide eyes as his softening tool slid from Alicia's gleaming slit, sunlight shimmering on the gizzum clinging to the curls of Alicia's light brown muff. Barbi glanced down at the water, realizing that the thick fluid was Johnny's come.
"Sure am glad we came ... swimming," Alicia drawled warmly.
"Yeah," he grinned. "Much better than it ever was when I was a kid," he mused, and kissed her lovingly.
"Gotta get you cleaned up," Alicia smiled, and Barbi watched the woman curl her legs under her to sit beside Johnny's hips.
Alicia bent forward, her fingers lifting his prick to her lips so that she could draw the whole of its bulk into her suckling mouth. He stroked her hair, a languid smile on his lips as she swirled his cock within her mouth, her tongue washing over it. She rolled his balls with one of her hands, the other rubbing his stomach. He groaned as his cock began to elongate, and then stiffen, her mouth continuing its whirlpool caress. Barbi watched with fascination as his cock's hardening pushed Alicia's head up a little with the increase in its length. He twisted on the bank, the sun seeming to burn through his closed eyelids, his prick throbbing faster and faster in her expert mouth, and he growled out his release, gasping as a fresh load of come shot into Alicia's mouth and down her throat. He fell back to the grass, gasping for breath.
"Love t'suck your spunk off," she grinned, sitting up. "You want to get back on the road?" she smiled.
"Um-m," he grinned. "Yeah, if we're going to make any time before dark," he agreed a few minutes later, standing.
Barbi blinked, realizing from his words how late it was. As they dressed, she slipped on her own clothing from behind the tree. She put on her bra, having to wait on the rest until they had gone. She felt a little sad when they drove off, having liked them.
Glancing up at the low position of the sun, Barbi pulled herself from the water, the light glimmering on droplets of moisture in the slick pelt of her cunt and along her legs. She grabbed up her panties, and pulled them up over her full fanny, the wetness of her skin rendering them transparent. Wiggling into her jeans, she started walking as she zipped them up. Buttoning her blouse, she wondered if her Uncle Carl would be angry about her being out late.
CHAPTER TWO
Barbi's parents had been killed in an auto accident less than a year before. Her only living relative being her Aunt Cora, Barbi had been sent to live with her and her husband Carl. A newcomer to the small town, she got along with the other young people, but still felt apart from them.
As a result, she spent much of her time alone, wandering the countryside to skinny-dip in the pond, or to ride grazing horses bareback. There was an undefined pleasure in stripping buck naked under the warm sun, and plunging into the cool water to feel it flowing around her exposed body. And there was a joyous release of energy in mounting a horse, gripping its mane, and feeling its body heaving between her thighs.
Barbi did not really understand why she liked to swim nude or ride horses, the sexual nature of the activities still subconscious. She liked boys, but did not know any, and her education in such matters was limited to an incident that had occurred at age six. She had been going to the bathroom when she had heard low moans coming from her parents' bedroom. Stopping before their partially opened door, she had looked in to see her father and mother naked on their bed. He was mounting her, and the child had stared in horror, aware only that her father was stabbing part of himself into her mother's underbelly, and that her mother was moaning.
Yet, as Barbi had stared she had seen her mother smile and laugh, wiggling happily beneath her husband's attentions. She had turned away after they had finished, the memory submerged in her unconscious mind by the next morning. Seeing Johnny and Alicia balling had given her the same happy feeling, and she wondered why the feeling was familiar.
As she approached the city, she wondered at the fires that had blazed through her own flesh as she had watched the couple, the fires that had caused her instinctively to seek release at her own hands. She smiled at the image of Johnny that remained in her mind, the image of his strong body and the hard masthead of his manhood. She wondered what it would be like to touch it, to have it inside her own belly, to take it into her mouth.
She frowned, knowing that she would never see either Johnny or Alicia again, even as a Peeping Tom. And the only man who seemed to take any notice of her was her Uncle Carl. It seemed like every time she took a bath, he felt a need to use the bathroom. Several times she had forgotten to lock the door, and he had come in on her. She had been more startled than embarrassed since he was, after all, her uncle. It had not occurred to her before that he might have been intentionally coming in on her, to look at her sweet nudity.
Yet, thinking back, she realized how his eyes had always remained on her. The last time, he had explained that he had to urinate badly, and she had told him to go ahead, thinking little of it. But he had turned at an angle where she could see his stiff prick as he pulled it out.
She wondered if it was possible that he was interested in her. It seemed unlikely to her because of the difference in their ages, but Aunt Cora was bedridden much of the time. Yet, if this was the case, Barbi felt sympathy for her uncle.
Nearing their isolated house, Barbi recalled how each time she had to reach something in one of the high kitchen cabinets Uncle Carl would hold her around the waist to lift her up, hitching her up for a better hold, his arms crossed over her cunt, his face against the top of her fanny. When he set her down, his hands always seemed to slip so that they would end up covering her breasts until she turned around.
Yet, if he was interested in her as a woman, why would he spank her as he did when she occasionally did something wrong? With that thought, she realized that she was coming home late, and that dinner would be late since she was the cook in their household.
Barbi did not want to be spanked, but she could think of no way to avoid it. Uncle Carl had once spanked her for the very same thing. She could still remember her jeans being pulled down below the softness of her full ass cheeks, and having to bend over to grip her knees, her fanny thrust back and up toward him. She remembered his folded belt smacking against her buttocks, quivering the pliant globes, and how they had stung, glowing pink.
She thought about Johnny and Alicia, and how his cock had pumped in the woman's writhing cunny till he had erupted his thick gizzum into her, their faces showing their climactic release, and how she had sucked him off till he was clean, and had groaned again. Barbi didn't know he had come again. Spanking did not seem too costly for the pleasure. Thus, resigned to her punishment, Barbi entered the house from the back.
The kitchen was empty, and she began to start preparing the meal. She heard her uncle moving around on the second floor. As she had everything going, his footsteps were coming down the stairs. The door opened behind her, but she pretended not to notice, busying herself with cleaning the dishes.
"Where've you been, Barbi?" Uncle Carl asked.
"Oh, hi, Uncle Carl," Barbi smiled, turning to face him. "I was late, huh?" she asked innocently.
"Yes, ma'am, you were late-and you know you were," he nodded.
"Yes, sir," Barbi ducked her head.
"Where've you been, I asked," he repeated.
"I was just walking around out in the fields, and I guess I just forgot about the time," she offered.
"You realize me and your Aunt Cora have been sitting around waiting for dinner on account of you forgetting the time?" he asked.
"Yes, sir. I'm awful sorry, honest I am," she assured him.
"Never you mind that," he told her. "You know you got a whipping coming, don't you?"
"Yes, sir," she nodded bleakly.
"Alright then, you get the table set for us, and Aunt Cora's tray ready. We'll see to your punishment after we eat," he told her, and went back upstairs.
Barbi decided that he did not sound in the least bit romantically inclined toward her, and that if her suspicions about his looking at her and touching her had been correct, there was nothing more to it than his missing being able to be with Aunt Cora more.
She took the dinner tray up to Aunt Cora, staying with her until she was finished. Then, as Uncle Carl helped his wife get ready to go to sleep, Barbi had gone down to serve their food. After they had eaten, he sat quietly drinking his coffee and reading the newspaper while she did the dishes. Turning out the kitchen fight, she took a deep breath and went into the living room. Uncle Carl put down his paper and stood, pulling his belt from his trousers.
"Alright, Barbi, let's get this over with," Uncle Carl sighed. "You know what to do."
"Yes, sir," she nodded, and unsnapped her jeans. She wriggled them over the fullness of her hips. They caught at the tops of her panties, tugging them downward to reveal the top of her curly plume. The jeans down under her lush ass, she started to pull her panties back up before bending over.
"No," Uncle Carl said. "Pull them down too, girl. If I have to punish you more than once for the same thing, then it should be a bit more of a stinger so you'll remember before you're late a third time," he told her.
"But...." she began, but trailed off helplessly.
She felt a bit awkward about baring her loins and flanks to him, but realized that they were not that well hidden as it was. She rolled the cloth down on top of the jeans, exposing the furl of auburn floss that gauzed her slit and the smooth cheeks of her fanny. She did not see the way his eyes followed her panties down, nor how his nostrils flared at the sight of her plump pubes and pert rump. She again started to bend forward to hold her knees.
"No, Barbi, it pulls my back to do it that way," Uncle Carl said. "Come over here, and lay across my lap," he directed, sitting back in his easy chair. "I realize that this is the way a little girl gets spanked," he said apologetically. "But my back gives me enough trouble as it is. You understand, don't you, Barbi?" he asked.
"Of course, Uncle Carl," she said, feeling bad for causing him so much trouble.
Walking stiffly because of her pulled down pants, Barbi crossed to him, standing beside his knees. She thought he looked a little red in the face as she leaned forward to hold the arm of the chair, but dismissed the thought. She lay across his lap and the tops of his thighs, her hair spilling from her lowered head to the floor.
Trying to control his breathing lest he give his true feelings of lust away, Uncle Carl stared down at the offered globes of her backside. He could feel the warmth of her loins against his. Feeling his cock begin to harden, he swallowed quickly, wiping the moisture from his left palm on his shirt front. He placed the hand in the small of her back, and lifted the belt in his right.
Barbi gritted her teeth, wincing against the blows that would rain on her lifted ass. She blinked, sensing a movement under her, brushing against the cleft juncture of her thighs. But before she could think about it, she was distracted by the slap of the doubled belt against her backside. Her hands tightened into fists, a sharp sting stabbing through her rump.
Uncle Carl had to tighten his muscles to keep from tossing the belt away and rolling the girl over. He brought the belt down again, watching the cheeks quiver deliciously beneath the slap of the leather, a faint pinkness rising. He now had a full erection, and he had to bite into his lower lip to keep from moaning as her cunt twisted against his upraised tool.
Despite the stinging smacks of the belt, Barbi was once again aware of the movement under her passion pit. It was like being nudged by a finger, she decided, and then realized that it was her Uncle Carl's prod when she twisted her down against it exploringly. Not even thinking about the last of the eight slaps of the belt, she wondered why his shaft should have grown hard.
"You can get up now, Barbi," he told her, his voice somewhat strained.
She stood, rubbing at the stinging cheeks of her buttocks. Glancing at him, she pulled her pants up to refasten them. His expression was weary as he picked his newspaper up again. She decided that her squirming on his lap must have caused his erection.
After reading the comics page of the paper, Barbi joined Aunt Cora in watching a television show. Kissing the older woman good night, she turned the lights off for her, and went to-her own room. She undressed, and put on her robe to go and take a shower. As the fine needlepoint of the water danced over her tits, she once again thought about Johnny and Alicia's lovemaking. Her eyelids lowering, she wondered if the caressing flow of the water over her nipples felt anything like a man's kisses.
Rubbing the soapy washcloth over her loins, she realized that it would probably be a long time before she would know the answer to her question. Now, at least, she had discovered the pleasure she could give herself. It seemed strange that she had not discovered masturbation earlier, but she was glad that she now knew about it. There were periods when she felt jumpy, and felt the strong desire to be with a man, but she had previously suffered through those times.
Her fingers stroked her slit through the wet cloth, and she looked down at the froth that covered her pubic hair. She knew that her clit was the most sensitive part now, and she debated whether to move her fingers past the opened lips of her cunt or not. But she realized that she was not sure if she had locked the bathroom door or not. Deciding that it would be unwise to have Uncle Carl walk in on her, she quickly finished showering. She could take her time under the covers, and be hidden in case he should enter her room, which was rare.
Toweling her flesh to a rosy glow, she put her robe back on. The door was locked, and she grinned at her faulty memory as she returned to her own room. She took off her robe and looked down at her body, wondering what Johnny would have thought if he had turned to see her at the pond. She decided that her figure probably would not have compared well with Alicia's, though it was, in fact, equally beautiful in its own way. She almost giggled, wondering what Alicia would have thought.
Dropping her flannel nightgown down over her head, she shook her red hair loose, and pushed the cloth down past the rises of her breasts to let it drift down to hang around her ankles. Turning off the light, she climbed into bed, pulling the covers up under her chin. Grinning mischievously, she reached down to tug the nightgown back up over her breasts, arching her body up so that her fanny was lifted from the mattress. She felt the sheets billow down around her nakedness.
Staring up at the ceiling, she thought about Johnny. Recalling how his shaft had gradually hardened, lifting up from his body, she cupped her breasts in each hand. Remembering how it had jutted out with the skin stretched so tight she could see the veins standing out in relief, she squeezed the warming mounds of her tits. Seeing in her mind how his prick had slid into Alicia's hungry sex, she pinched at her nipples.
The whole scene began to replay in her mind, and her hands pressed and rubbed her ripening breasts down against her body. She rubbed the soft centers of her palms over her hardening nipples, feeling them extend to an inch in length so that they pressed at her hands like little fingers. The tips of the pink nubs were concave, and like small fish mouths they tasted the texture of her flesh rubbing against them, and they began to burn.
Barbi's eyes closed to the mellow warmth that spread through her upper body, and her lips parted at the buzzing tingle that twitched her cunt about. She could remember how Johnny's mouth had consumed most of Alicia's breasts, letting them squeeze out like balloons till he had held only her nipples. Barbi circled her breasts with her hands, gripping their borders tightly, to hold them apart from her chest. Gradually, she let them ease loose, pulling on them all the while as his mouth had done. She bit into her lower hp as the sensation walked the thin line between pleasure and pain, and then she held her long nipples between the tips of her joined fingers.
Her lips formed a little circle as she pulled her nipples out as far as she could from herself, and she gave a sharp gasp as they popped free. Immediately, she pressed her hands flat against her breasts, rolling them around soothingly over her chest. The image of how Johnny had reached down to play his fingers within the older woman's slit came back, and how she herself had worked her hands in her own cunny. Her hands began to move down her ribs to caress her tight little belly, and moved lower.
Barbi imagined that Johnny was standing over her, and that her hands were his. He was smiling down at her as his long fingers played in her flossy plumage of soft pubescence. She murmured as the fingers eased open the plump mound of her womanhood, and her legs twisted against the bedding. She felt hot, and her mouth was dry. The fingers slid over the moist lips, sinking in till they brushed her maidenhead. She pressed the side of her face into her pillow, her back arching and her shoulders bunching as the touches gathered around the delicious ache of her clit.
She stretched and twisted under the fluctuations of her fingers, and the sheet curled round her feet. Her breath deepening, she kicked out to free her legs of the heat and the hold of the sheet. The night air was cool on her fevered body, and she made a little mewing sound in her throat as she caught the pearl of her clit between the fingers of one hand. She pressed the other fingers into the wet nook of her snatch, swirling them under the crimping hold on her pleasure button.
Recalling the plump bulb of Johnny's cock, Barbi pretended that the touch of her fingers was his entrance. But there was not enough for her to grip, and her virgin's membrane kept her from reaching deeper within her underbelly. Small, searing shocks of rapture were beginning to dart through her body, her clit a sweltering third eye, but she felt the need for the bulk of a man's tool within her. She wanted to be able to clutch it in her cunt, to grip the body of the horse she rode. She wanted to be filled with a man's hard lance, to feel it moving inside of her.
The lack began to be less important as the palpitations of her twat grew quicker, hot flashes surging through her body. She pressed her heels down into the mattress, her shoulders rolling back, and her body arched up from the bed. Her fingers moved faster in her wet gash, and she sucked air in through clenched teeth.
Perspiration shimmered on her forehead, her upper Hp, and between her shoulder blades as the ecstatic responses to her digital manipulations began to mount. Her raised body swayed from side to side, her senses dimming to anything but the broiling joy within the oven of her cunt.
Barbi could not see the doorknob slowly turn first one way and then the other, her eyes pressed tightly shut with the intensity of her approaching orgasm. She could not hear the bolt of the door softly click free, her hearing but a roaring hum. She did not realize that the door eased open, and then shut after someone stepped into the room. She was not aware of the heaving breathing, and the widened eyes that memorized the rises and falls of her precious body, and that watched her fingers pluck and wiggle within the damp splay of her throbbing cunt.
Moonlight touched the arch of her raised belly, the curves of her trembling legs, the domes of her swollen breasts, and it gleamed on the wet floss of her quaking cunny. Her mind spun dizzyingly with the quickening pulse of her arousal.
"Having fun, Barbi?" Uncle Carl suddenly asked, clicking on the light.
She squinted at the sudden illumination, her uncle's words slowly seeping into her consciousness as if to fight against her looming orgasm. Her mind teetered on the precipice, and she was about to fall forth into her climax when she heard him move. She looked up at Uncle Carl breathing hard above her, and her senses groped for the lost culmination.
CHAPTER THREE
Brushing her hair from her face, Barbi glanced around in confusion. Sitting up, she reached down to pull the sheet up before the display of her nude figure.
"Why're you covering yourself up?" Uncle Carl asked her, his voice husky and a bit strained, "I-I ... because," she stammered helplessly, not knowing how to react to his interruption.
"I've seen you naked plenty of times," he reminded her. "Just awhile ago when I had to spank you," he said.
"Y-Yes, but ... I...." she searched for words, still blushing from head to foot.
"You aren't ashamed of what you were doing, are you?" he asked, noting the way her legs were bare around the stretch of sheet that was raised up to cover her loins, stomach, and her breasts.
"No," she shook her head after a moment.
"Then put the sheet down, silly girl," he smiled.
"Yeah, I guess I am," she shrugged, nodding.
She slowly let go of the sheet, dropping her hands into her lap so that he still could not see her pubic thatch. His eyes moved back up to the soft hillocks of her tits, stroking the long nipples hungrily.
"Why-why did you come in, Uncle Carl?" she asked, looking up.
"I-I heard noises, and thought you might be having a bad dream," he quickly lied.
"Oh," she nodded, wondering how much noise she had made.
"Well, why don't you go ahead," he suggested. "You weren't finished, were you?"
"No," she shook her head, her flesh still tingling to the hard throb of her cunny.
"Then you ought to finish up," he advised knowingly. "It isn't good to stop like that. It makes you all nervous and tense," he told her, sitting down on the chair next to her bed.
"It isn't?" she asked, interested in knowing more about her recent discovery.
"Nope," he shook his head, folding his legs to conceal his erection from her eyes.
"Then I guess ... I ought to," she said uncertainly, looking down at the furled cloth that covered the hot need that kept tugging at her mind. "But I...." she began.
"What?" he asked, straining to maintain his performance.
"I feel funny ... doing it in front of somebody," she confessed. "Does that make sense?" she asked, looking up.
"Oh-h, I guess so," he nodded thoughtfully. "But it's like the first time you rode a horse-you felt nervous then, didn't you?"
"Yeah," she nodded.
"But you had to get over it so you could enjoy riding the horse, and until you were rid of the nervousness you didn't fully enjoy it, did you?" he reasoned.
"Yes, I see," she said, recalling her first rides.
"Well, it's the same with this-as soon as you get over feeling nervous you'll really be able to enjoy yourself without worrying about someone coming along or some" thing," he concluded, his throat dry, and his moist palms pressed flat against his tensed thighs.
"That makes sense," she agreed. "I've just got to ... do it," she said, and forced herself to push the sheet away from the juncture of her thighs.
They both stared at the cloven rise of her cunny with its masking of auburn fleece. He swallowed, moistening his lips while she contemplated continuing her masturbation. He wanted to shout at her to go ahead, just as he had when he was telling her his half-truths. But he waited, savoring the erotic tension of waiting.
Barbi's fingers plucked timidly at the soft curls, and eased down the damp inversion of her slit. She frowned, and looked up to see his eyes upon her fingerings. His expression was no longer casual, but was strained and excited. She wondered if he had perhaps lied to her, and if his watching was like when he had come in on her bathing, or touched her breasts in the kitchen. Yet, even if this were so, there was a certain innocent enjoyment about his actions; he had never even tried to kiss her, she reasoned. And Aunt Cora was bedridden. What could it hurt to let him watch, she decided. After all, he had seen her nude before, and had watched her fingering herself when he had come in. And it would ease any nervousness on her part, freeing her to masturbate any time she felt the need or desire to.
"Uncle Carl, would you mind turning out the light?" she asked. "It-it sort of hurts my eyes."
"Huh?" he asked, blinking his eyes up from her quim. "Yes, of course, dear," he mumbled as he stood. "Should of thought of that."
Barbi's eyes touched at his pants, seeing how his hard third leg stood out against his trousers. She was glad that she made him feel good, and wished that he and her aunt could make love. The light went out, and the soft moonlight flowed over her body brightly. Uncle Carl sat back down, his expression concealed by the half light.
Her sense of privacy reestablished, Barbi laid back with her legs spread across the bed. Her fingers dipped into her damp eyelet, easing the hot portals back to reveal her humid gash. She let her eyes close again as she sank the fingers of one hand into the lagoon of her sex. She almost jumped as her first touch reactivated the throbbing of her clit. She squirmed back against the bed, her other hand lifting to cup one of her breasts.
Uncle Carl pressed the heels of his hands down his thighs, his eyes unblinking as he watched her open her slit to his eyes so that she could fondle herself. His prod ached with the need for attention. He did not know what to do. He wanted to watch her, and to not give away his deception, figuring that her trusting nature would provide many benefits. Yet his cock was throbbing and straining against his pants. As she began to gasp and moan, he had to press his back against the chair to keep from falling upon her.
The rhythms of joy were once again playing through Barbi's body, making her blood race and her heart beat rapidly. She squeezed her breast tightly, pinching the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. The other hand pulled and pushed at the steaming cauldron of her loins. Her fingers were sticky from her secretions, and her nostrils widened at the sweet musk that scented the air.
Uncle Carl also breathed in the sweet perfume of her cunny. His lungs heaved against his chest as he watched her legs stretch and curl and her belly roll above her churning creamer. He gripped his shaft through his trousers as tight as he could. But it did no good. Sweat beading his forehead, he eased the zipper open. Her eyes were closed, he rationalized, and she could not see him pulling his organ out into the moonlight.
Barbi's breath was coming in little gasps, her body moving faster against her probing fingers. Her hand left her breast to join its mate in its attack on her sexual citadel. She gripped each side of her cunt in each hand, pressing the sides of her index fingers up against her clit. Her hearing was once again a steady hum, her throat dry. She arched up from the bed, the palpitations becoming convulsions that stuttered her pelvis up and down.
Gripping his erect engine in his hand, Uncle Carl began to pull and push on it, shivers of arousal running up his back. He saw Barbi bite into her shoulder as her ecstasy magnified. Her body whipped as if trying to free itself from her hands. Then her mouth was open wide, her head back and her body bowing up toward the hot white light of culmination.
Barbi gasped through her constricted throat. There was a direct current running between her passion pearl and her mind, a sizzling current that consumed her. She cried out softly as the energy surged out through her to take possession of her mind and body. She tensed, her body spasming as she went through the funnel of orgasmic release, coming out the other side to fall back weakly on the bed.
Uncle Carl's eyes moved over her still quivering flesh, seeing the moonlight gleam on her moist plumage. He worked his hand faster, wanting to come before she opened her eyes, to be able to explain it away as his own lack of nervousness. But her eyes slowly blinked open, staring dreamily from beneath heavy lids up at the ceiling.
Thinking of Johnny's face after he had come, Barbi took a long, slow breath and let it flow out. Smiling happily, she turned her face toward her uncle. Blinking, she realized that his cock was not only out of his pants, but that he was handling it. Was this how men did it? she wondered.
She eased herself up onto her elbows, staring with fascination at his efforts. He blinked nervously, trying to control his expression, but unable to climax due to her presence.
"Isn't it fun, Uncle Carl?" she grinned.
"Yes," he nodded, his voice tight
"That's how men do it, huh?" she asked, pointing.
"Yes," he gasped, maddened with his failure to come.
"Does it take a long time?" she asked after a pause.
"No, not-usually," he gasped. "But ... I-when I grew up-people all thought-that it was-was sinful, and ... and I guess I'm too nervous," he sighed, letting his reddened prod go. "Seems funny after what I told you, I guess," he said, trying to catch his breath. "But the feeling ... it comes back now and then."
"Oh," she said sympathetically. "But you said it wasn't good for you to stop before you finished, didn't you?"
"Yes," he nodded, his nerves on edge.
"Is ... is there anything I can do to help?" she asked anxiously, sitting up with her legs curled under her.
"Well...." he began uncertainly, afraid that he might alarm her.
"Would it help if I tugged at it like you were?" she asked. "That way you could lean back and relax some. Maybe your arms just got too tired," she offered.
"Yes, maybe that's it," he nodded. "But I don't think that your just ... tugging at it would-would do it," he said, desperately hoping. "It-it just hurts after a while doing it that way," he explained.
"Oh," she said. "Then I can't help?"
"Well, there is ... one way, darling," he said, his hands gripping the chair.
"Oh, just tell me, Uncle Carl. Just tell me, and I'll help you," she promised happily.
"If you-put it into your mouth ... and sort of, well, suck on it," he finished quickly.
"Hum," she mused. "That doesn't sound too hard," she said, and stood up to kneel between his legs.
Uncle Carl stared wide-eyed, his mouth open, as he realized that she was going to willingly eat him as a favor. She reached out tentatively to touch his engorged ramrod, her head tilted to the side so that she could examine the stiff member in the light of the moon. It looked much like Johnny's except that it seemed slightly shorter to her, but she was sure that Aunt Cora must have missed having it inside her since her illness began.
Barbi took his turgid rod gently in between her joined fingers. She moistened her lips, and leaned forward to softly kiss the tiny lips of his head.
"You'll tell me if I do anything wrong, won't you?" she asked looking up into his glassy-eyed face.
He nodded vigorously, and she opened her soft lips around the knob of his flesh to flutter them around it as her tongue touched at it. His eyes closed, his body twitching as she sucked at the bulb, he then moved her head forward to take as much of his shaft as she could into her mouth.
Barbi pulled her cheeks in tightly around her mouthful of cock, her tongue curling around it. Her hands massaged the remainder of his shaft as she suckled him, and he began to breathe through opened lips. He squirmed on the chair, wanting to cup her head in his palms, to squeeze her body between his legs. But he resisted, sweepings of pleasure stinging through him.
He wondered if he should say something about his come, not knowing for sure if she knew about it or not. But then his thoughts were scattered by a volcanic broiling that locked his body and thrust his hips forward. She moved back to keep from choking on the press of his charger, but she kept tonguing and sucking on the pike of his cock. Her fingers worked around the base, and she heard him moaning above her. His hands touched at her hair, his expression ecstatic. He groaned, his mind and body seeming to disintegrate. She felt his prick jumping within her grip, and then his hot gizzum was spewing into her mouth. She gulped quickly, his body writhing as he murmured with blissful satisfaction, and then he sagged back, spent.
Barbi continued to suck on his softening tool, draining the last of the thick spend from him, realizing that this was what had happened when Alicia had sucked Johnny's cock to hardness as she cleaned it. She sat back on the edge of the bed, smiling, and wiped her lips with her tongue. Slowly, his eyes opened to stare blankly at her.
"Do you feel better now, Uncle Carl?" she asked hopefully. He nodded his head a number of times, unable to yet speak. "Good," she brightened.
"You. ... Thank you, Barbi," he said breathlessly.
"Oh, I wouldn't want you to feel all tense and nervous," she smiled.
"Wh-What did you think about swallowing it?" he asked.
"What else could I do?" she laughed. "It tastes kind of strange, but I like it," she said.
"Good," he said, his energy returning. "Well, I guess it's time to go to sleep, Barbi," he said, standing unsteadily.
"Yeah, I'm all tired out," she said, lying back down.
"See you tomorrow," he said, pulling the covers up over her, and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, fighting back the temptation to kiss her mouth deeply.
"Sleep tight," she smiled, nuzzling her head into her pillow.
"Uh, Barbi...." he said, pausing at the door. 'Tour Aunt Cora ... she might feel bad if you were to, uh, mention tonight to her. You know, since she's kept down by being sick and all, not able to ... make love with me...." he suggested hopefully.
"Oh, sure, I understand," she said. "It's our secret."
"Yes, our secret," he said, opening the door. "Good night, Barbi," he said with a look of amazement as he looked back at her. "Unbelievable," he muttered to himself, and the door closed behind him.
Barbi thought about what had happened, and wondered if Aunt Cora would be angered by what she and Uncle Carl had done together. As being hurt seemed worse than being made angry, Barbi decided that it was better not to say anything.
She was glad that she had found out what it was like to give a man head, and what come tasted like, even if it had been Uncle Carl's prick and come. She wished that he was not her uncle, or that he was at least more attractive to her, because she had enjoyed his visit, and did want to have a man inside her. Yet she knew that she would eventually meet someone.
As she dozed off, Barbi realized that she had not put her nightgown back on. Liking the unrestricted feeling, she shrugged, and was sound asleep within moments.
Barbi awoke in a cheerful mood the next morning, feeling an exhilarating sense of her sexuality. She noticed that Uncle Carl was quiet, and a little nervous, as if expecting her to tell Aunt Cora. Yet, once he realized that she was going to keep their secret, he began to watch his niece closely, even more aware of her sexuality than previously.
Aunt Cora smiled as Barbi brought her lunch to her. An attractive silver-blonde with a beautiful olive complexion, she sat up in her bed, and her gown fell away in die front to reveal her still firm breasts, ripe globes tipped with thick nipples.
"All ready for tomorrow, Barbi?" she asked as she began to eat.
"Tomorrow?" Barbi asked, puzzled.
"It's your birthday, silly goose," Cora laughed. "You'll be sweet sixteen. I only wish I could manage having a party for you."
"Gee, I forgot all about it," Barbi said, shaking her head.
"Well, I didn't," Cora smiled.
Barbi was glad to see her aunt in such a good mood, happy that she did not suspect anything about her and Carl. She took the tray when Cora was finished eating, and the woman began to remove her nightgown.
"Would you get my organdy gown from the closet, Barbi?" she asked. "I feel like a change," she explained, raising the gown over her breasts, her nipples a warm tan.
Barbi helped her out of the gown, marveling at the pliant belly and tapered legs of her aunt, her muff a triangle of dusky blonde curls. She did not look as if sex with Uncle Carl would be restricted by her health. Rather, she looked as if it would be the most natural thing for her.
"Never seen a naked old lady before?" Aunt Cora smiled at the staring girl, and Barbi blinked free of her thoughts with a deep blush.
"You-you're not old, Aunt Cora," she blurted. "I was-just seeing that."
"That's very sweet of you, dear," Cora smiled warmly, and looked down at her nude body. "But ... it isn't like yours anymore," she shrugged, her tits tremoring, and she slipped into the fresh gown.
"Mine?" Barbi asked in a small voice. "Your-your titties got bigger, and...?"
"Just keep an eye on yourself," Cora laughed. "For that matter, I haven't seen you naked in a long time," she noted. "I'll bet you look a lot different already."
"Do you really think so?" Barbi asked, intrigued as she realized that seeing herself daily would blur changes that Aunt Cora might be able to detect.
"Only one way to know," Cora smiled.
"Yeah," Barbi nodded, and drew her pullover up and off, shaking her fiery mane of hair out.
Cora watched as her niece removed her skirt, her pillowy fanny arched up as she bent to draw her legs free. Cora's breasts rose and fell against the wispy fabric of the gown, her eyes intent. Barbi reached back and unfastened her bra to reveal the wide domes of her breasts, her nipples a glowing pink. Her ass cheeks again thrust back and up as she slid her panties from them.
"What d'you think?" Barbi asked, dropping her panties on the foot of the bed as she stood naked before her aunt's rapt gaze.
"You-you have changed since ... I last saw you," the woman nodded, her words slurred slightly.
"Oh, good," Barbi grinned happily. "Where? How?"
"Well ... your breasts, they stand out farther, and your waist is more noticeable, and ... and your legs are shapelier, and...." she trailed off, her eyes returning to the auburn plume of Barbi's pubic hair.
"You've got more pussy hair," Cora said, moistening her dry lips.
"Really?" Barbi asked, and pressed her hands against her belly's graceful pout as she arched her body back to look down at herself. "And it'll get heavier like yours?" she asked.
"Mine?" Cora blinked, looking up from the slight opening of Barbi's slit. "Is it heavier, or just that it's wider?" she offered, and reached down to draw the gown up her legs and around her waist, her legs spread beneath the curls of her muff, the damp furrow mistily revealed.
"I think so," Barbi commented, skimming her fingers through her plume as she looked down at her aunt's open cunny.
"Does-does it feel that way?" Cora found herself asking.
"I'm not sure," Barbi mused, reaching out with her other hand to sift the curls of her aunt's triangle. "But ... it's damp," she frowned. "Like when...."
"Like when?" Cora asked thickly, her eyelids lowering as Barbi's fingers continued to move over the growing warmth of her cunt.
"Like when I'm feeling ... sexy," Barbi whispered, staring down at the pink furrow of Cora's slit.
"Are-are you damp ... now?" Cora whispered.
"Y-Yes," Barbi nodded, realizing that she was. "And...." she began, looking at her nipples, and saw that they were standing out an inch from the rose petals of her aureolas, fully erect. "Are you feeling sexy, Aunt Cora?" Barbi asked, not fully comprehending her feelings of arousal.
"Yes," Cora smiled dreamily, her eyes almost closed as she lifted her hips up, catching Barbi's fingers in the tremoring heat of her slit. "Yes-s."
"Feel dizzy-legs weak," Barbi muttered, her fingers flowing in her own cunt as they were in Cora's seemingly of their own accord.
"Then you should ... lay down," Cora suggested, reaching up to touch Barbi's forearm, and she guided the girl down beside her on the sheets. "You've become so beautiful, Barbi," she whispered, touching her lips to the girl's cheek, moving her fingers in with Barbi's to caress her niece's humid nook.
"T-There too?" Barbi asked with a moan of pleasure at her aunt's knowing touch upon the quivering pearl of her clit
"Yes," Cora whispered, and her lips touched Barbi's, easing over them, their breaths fluttering together between the just parted pads of softness.
Barbi felt as if she were dreaming, her mind drifting as her lips opened to the dabbing of Cora's tongue. The flame of her hair spread over the sheet, blending with the silver-blonde of Cora's as they embraced. Barbi felt the woman's hand cupping the swell of her breast, and she touched trembling fingers to Cora's plump nipple as their tongues dove and swam together.
Cora felt the inch-long digit of Barbi's nipple against her palm as she caressed the softness of the girl's breast. She murmured into Barbi's mouth as her niece rubbed her nipple between thumb and fingertips with a teasing, almost timid touch. Their breathing had become labored, and their lips writhed together, parting to afford glimpses of their damp tongues' dance. She swirled her fingers in Barbi's cunny, touching her maidenhead, and she crimped the hot node of her clit, drawing gurgles of pleasure from Barbi.
Expanding her hand, Barbi gripped the firm globe of Cora's tit through the thin stuff of the nightgown, her other hand turning in the twitching warmth of her aunt's cunt, moving her fingers up past where she had to stop with herself, past where Cora's hymen had once been. Cora tightened her vaginal muscles to rub Barbi's fingers playfully, and the corners of Barbi's mouth lifted as their kiss ended.
They looked into one another's eyes, continuing to caress one another's breasts and cunts, their lids lowered by the excruciatingly clear sensations of delight. Cora swallowed hard, and dampened her lips, her eyes hazing. Barbi bit at her lower lip, a deep moan escaping her.
Cora gasped with the sudden impact of an orgasm that struck like a wave that nearly knocks one off their feet. She clutched the top of her gown, her teeth clenched as raptures pulsed through her, and she shredded the cloth away from her breasts, baring the swollen orbs to Barbi who looked down for a stunned moment, and then quickly lowered her face. Cora kissed at the girl's head as she sucked her ripe nipple into her young lips, tonguing it as she fingered the other. Her hand then returned to Barbi's tit and squeezed it.
Barbi's mouth opened over the firm smoothness of Cora's breast, her mind whirling faster and faster, her blood pounding in her head, her thoughts blurring. The pulsations from her clit rose into a primal beat, then into a passionate drumming, and finally into a mounting vibration that spread through her. She cried out against Cora's tit, twisting against the caress of her aunt's fingers, her cunt a hive buzzing with honey-soaked joy. She fell limp, her eyes glazed, her hand continuing to move around Cora's slit as she gasped for breath.
"Aunt Cora, I-I feel so...." she began, unable to grasp the needed words, her flesh shimmering with warmth.
"Yes, Barbi. Yes," Cora whispered rapturously, swaying with the rising rhythms flowing through her.
"I want to-to suck you," Barbi managed, remembering Alicia giving Johnny head by the pond, and herself eating Uncle Carl the night before, not quite certain how Cora would feel about it.
"Oh, yes," Cora murmured happily. "Yes, baby, suck me, and I'll suck you," she urged, shifting on the bed.
Cora tore the remnants of the gown away, and moved her mouth down the petite pout of Barbi's belly, down to the auburn plume cuffing the strum of her fingers. Barbi reached out to caress Cora's waist, and she moved her mouth into the dusky curls, kissing the humid slit fervently. She groaned into the pink splay as she felt Cora's tongue sluice into her tremoring cunt, flashes of ecstasy jetting through her. Barbi pressed her mouth into the dampness, her tongue curling out, flowing over the sleek furrow as she searched out Cora's clit.
Cora gripped Barbi's fanny, her hands cupping the pillows of her ass cheeks as the girl sucked the throb of her clit into her mouth. Cora licked her tongue deeper into the girl's sweet nook, their breasts rubbing one another's bellies as she found Barbi's clit. Barbi shivered with raptures of joy, caressing Cora's buttocks as she ran her tongue over the writhing woman's clit.
They rolled upon the bed, their faces pressed deep into the throbbing of their slits, groaning with their raging arousal, orgasms sending shudders of ecstasy through them. Their mouthings became wilder, almost frantic as their climaxes swarmed and pounded for release. They gripped one another, their bodies arching, their feet digging into the bedding. Barbi felt as if her clit were swelling with crackling electricity, as if her cunt were flowing with hot juices. She twisted her tits against Cora's stomach, her body shaking with the approach of her release. Cora sobbed, burrowing her face in Barbi's wet oven, her own racing with heat.
They screamed into one another's bucking cunts, the spasms rushing into sheer vibration, the heat erupting through their bodies, their minds spinning off into the weightless darkness of space, their climaxes encasing them. Satiated, they murmured incoherent words, blissful smiles brightening their faces.
Gradually, as if coming out of a half-sleep, their eyes flickered open, and Cora pulled herself up alongside Barbi. They hugged one another softly, kissing slowly, lazily.
"You tasted good, Aunt Cora," Barbi smiled shyly.
"So did you, darling," Cora grinned. "You're amazing, is what you are," she said, brushing Barbi's fiery mane back from her face.
"I do?" Barbi asked, happy.
"Like nectar," Cora promised.
"Yeah, you too," Barbi nodded thoughtfully. "Aunt Cora, you and Uncle Carl ... you don't seem to, uh," she said searchingly.
"Make love? No, not as much as we used to. I guess we're too used to one another, feel restless," she shrugged.
"It's not your health?" Barbi asked, confused as she remembered his words.
"My legs, you mean? No, I can't stand too long at a time, but that's the only trouble. Why?"
"Oh, I just wondered," Barbi said, deciding to say nothing to her or him about the other's activities with her, at least not until she had given it some thought.
"You-you're not upset or anything about you and me making love?" Cora asked, curious.
"Should I be?" Barbi asked, not having considered it. "No, but it isn't approved of generally, so don't say anything to anyone. Okay?"
"Okay," Barbi smiled brightly.
The rest of the day passed quickly, Barbi feeling in good spirits. Looking forward to exploring her own body after her lovemaking with Cora, Barbi sat up in bed that night, the sheets kicked hack from her spread legs, the only light coming from the bedside lamp.
She looked down at the plump purse of her cunny, and ran her fingers through the soft strands of her muff. Wondering if she really did taste like nectar, she lifted one damp finger from her slit to suck the moistness of her secretions from it. "Nectar" did not quite seem the correct comparison, though close. Aunt Cora's taste was a degree sharper, but not dissimilar, and Barbi found them both to her liking, different from Uncle Carl's come, which was, of course, thicker, but no less to her liking.
As Barbi's fingers began to spin within the sugar pink lips of her slit, the doorknob turned. Making no effort to cover herself since it could only be Uncle Carl or Aunt Cora, Barbi looked up to see Uncle Carl slip into the room.
"Uh, Barbi, do you remember how last night I was too, uh, nervous?" he asked in a low voice, his eyes shifting between her face and her opened cunt.
"Yes, Uncle Carl," she nodded, her fingers lazing in the damp harbor of her loins.
"Well, I was wondering if you'd help me," he explained, his eyes searching for suspicion, but finding none. "Help me get over being nervous in front of you ... or anyone."
"What do you want me to do? Just watch?" she asked.
"Yeah, we can, er, do it together," he suggested.
"Okay," she smiled. "It gets kinda hard watching yourself-bending your head forward, and all."
"Yes," he nodded, and sat down as he had the night before.
A film of perspiration showed on his forehead as his fingers encircled his throbbing cock, working the flesh up and down. His eyes were fixed on Barbi's slender fingers, the sweet scent of her secretions perfuming the air. His breathing became labored, and he swallowed tightly, the blood pounding in his head. He watched her breasts tremor with her breathing, her spired nipples standing out hard, and he bit the inside of his cheek, feeling himself losing control, trying without success to keep Cora in mind.
"I ... I think it'd be easier if ... if I was naked like you," he muttered quickly, and stood to push his trousers down.
"Oh, it's much nicer," Barbi nodded, her eyes lidded with the pleasures rippling up from her broiling nook.
Stripped, Uncle Carl tried to force himself to sit back on the chair, but sat on the bed instead. Barbi made no complaint, absorbed in her manipulations of her pulsing clit. She did not notice that he was now trembling, and that he was no longer working his shaft, but tightly clutching it. He leaned forward suddenly, grasping one of her thighs to kiss it.
"Uncle Carl! What are you doing?" Barbi asked, startled from her raptures.
"I was just-You ate me last night, and it ... it only seems fair you should know what it's like," he said.
"Oh," she nodded, intrigued, wondering how much different it would feel from Aunt Cora's mouthings.
"Such a delicious little twat," he muttered, and before she could say anything else, his hands were holding her hips, his face dropping between her thighs.
She gasped as his lips brushed the already wet furrow of her cunt, and she murmured as his tongue rushed in. She touched her hands to his head, her feet pulling up against her fanny as her knees rose. She squirmed beneath the probe of his tongue, his lips flexing against the inner lips, and she swallowed hard as he sucked her enflamed clit into his mouth, his lip-shielded teeth pressing down around it as he bobbed it with his tongue, his cheeks pulling in around it and the soft folds of her upper slit that he had drawn in with the hot node.
"Oh, Uncle Carl ... that feels so-o-o good," she cooed. "So nice."
His hands slid over the ripe globes of her ass, squeezing the soft pillows, and she arched her back, her weight on her shoulders and feet. Her cunt thrusting against his supping mouth, he explored the pink pucker of her anus with a finger lubricated by her love juices.
Barbi felt overcome with pleasure at knowing that the sucking and tonguing was different from Aunt Cora's, but equally pleasurable, and she moaned as his finger slowly worked up into her rectum. She felt his other hand take hold of one of her breasts, his palm brushing her long nipple back and forth as his fingers caressed her swollen tit.
She tried to think, but it was difficult, and she decided that this was not so much different from the night be fore, or from her afternoon with Aunt Cora. Aunt Cora had promised to get her on the pill in case she decided to ball with a man, but the current lack did not matter since she and Uncle Carl were not balling, and so she relaxed into the tremors of joy spreading through her from her cunt and ass.
Then her thoughts dissolved as thundering waves of ecstasy began to rush through her, her clit burning hotter, her ass twisting upon his turning finger, her slit convulsing with carnal delights. Her hands clutched at the sheets, her teeth bared, and her body began to buck as she came, gasping, a scream dissolving in her throat, her toes curling in the sheets, her hands gripping his head as she shook with ecstasy.
Gasping for breath, she fell back onto the bed, her mind reeling. He raised himself on one elbow to look up the length of her ripe young body.
"Barbi, I've been mean to you at times, spanking you and all," he confessed. "I don't expect this to've made up for it, but I want you to know it was because I ... I wanted to be with you, and was frustrated about it. Like a jerk, I took it out on you."
"T-That's okay, Uncle Carl," she smiled warmly at him, reaching down to touch his face, and he moved up into her arms.
"You're a sweet girl, Barbi," he said, and kissed her.
Her eyes opened as she felt his cock shifting against her slit, and his eyes opened too as he became aware that they were in position to make love.
"I...." he began, his mind spinning with arousal. "You'd enjoy it," he offered.
"But I-I'm a virgin," she said, confused. "And I'm not on the pill or anything."
"Yeah, right," he nodded with a painful expression, feeling the soft yield of her body beneath his. "Oh, fuck," he groaned, his thoughts becoming gloomy. "Hey!" he brightened, "I can bugger you."
"Bugger?" Barbi asked, confused.
"Just lay on your tummy," he directed, lifting up from against her, and he helped the curious girl roll over.
Easing her legs apart, he slid down between them, cupping the lush uptilt of her ass cheeks to separate them, baring the pink pucker of her anus. His cock damp from being pressed against her slit, he dipped his fingers into her slit to gain further lubrication. The fat bulb of his cock eased into the fissure of her ass, and Barbi relaxed her muscles, finding herself pleased with the sensation, even more so than when he had fingered her.
"Uncle Carl, are you sure we...?" Barbi tried to ask, but the sensation of his prick sliding up into her ass turned her words into a low moan.
His weight on his arms, he slowly rotated his hips, easing his cock deeper. Barbi rolled her ass up around the churning bulk of his shaft, a strange warmth pulsing in her belly, feeling the membrane between ass and cunt shifting under the movements of his long rod, sensations new to her nook pulsing through her body. She began to give herself over to the pleasurable heat fraying her mind.
She groaned against the bed as she felt his hips press against the cushions of her ass cheeks, his full length moving in her as he rocked his hips, his hands sliding under her to cup her breasts, lifting her nipples from their chafing against the sheets. She thrust her fanny back against the rocking of his hips, and he moaned as her tight stroking of his engorged shaft shot lances of searing energy through him.
He turned, holding her to him, and rolled onto his back. She twisted her fanny down upon the spar of his desire, and he moved his hands down from her tits, over her belly, and to the moist cleave of her cunny. She writhed with delight atop him as he slid his fingers into her slit, his thumbs stroking her clit. She touched at his hips, her mind clouded, his cock lifting and falling in her rectum, bobbing against her cunt, his hands stoking the already blazing lust of her clit and nook. She squirmed and writhed, groaned and hissed with the surging rise of her passion, cunt and ass merging as her lower torso became one quaking focus for the dizzying climb of pulsing heat expanding throughout her, contracting to the tip of her clit, expanding, contracting faster and faster till she cried out, her ass twisting and bucking up and down his throbbing length as she came.
He arched up against her, his come broiling and churning, ready to blast free of his swollen balls, ready to spew forth. Gripping Barbi to him, his heels dug into the bed, his shoulders bunching. He gasped air in as he felt his spend break free, his eyes tightened, he lifted up from under her, his hips uppermost, and he bit at the spill of her hair as his gizzum raced through the length of his cock to gush up into her fanny.
She shuddered with pleasure as she felt him coming, his prick spasming his gizzum into her broiling depths, his fingers clutching in her spread cunny, and she cried out again, his movements pitching her back into the raptures that had set him off. They shivered together, vertigo spinning the room, and they began to ease back to the sheets.
They stretched out on their sides, his mouth against the back of her neck, and they gasped for air. She felt his cock slip free of her, and she turned to press her breasts against his chest, pleased at the expression of fulfillment on his face.
Suddenly, Barbi realized that it was almost midnight, her birthday almost upon her. It seemed that this year had ended on a most interesting note.
"You two look almost as happy as you sounded," Aunt Cora's voice commented, and Barbi and Uncle Carl looked toward the door with surprise. "A-Aunt Cora," Barbi began nervously. "Uh, I was...." Carl began, shook his head, and dropped back, admitting there was no way to hide the truth.
"Telling Barbi that I was too sick to fuck," Cora chided. "You should be ashamed, Carl," she smiled, unbuttoning her dressing gown. "Tastes delicious, doesn't she?"
Carl sat back up, he and Barbi staring at Cora as she stood naked at the foot of the bed, both of them stunned for the moment. Gradually, a very large grin appeared on Carl's face, and his limp cock began to twitch back to life.
"Yeah-h," he nodded.
"In the mood for a birthday party?" Cora smiled at Barbi, and stretched out on the other side of her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Barbi raised up, leaning back upon her elbows, and watched her aunt and uncle exchange smiles as he passed to use the bathroom. Cora rested her hands on her hips, the dressing gown covering only her arms and shoulders from Barbi, her dusky gold muff arched forward, her thick nipples standing out fully erect from her ripe tits. Rolling back and forth slowly upon the balls of her feet, she smiled sensuously, her eyes moving from her niece's tousled hair and still confused expression to the rounded thrusts of her shoulders, the emphasized contours of her delicate collar bones; to the way the lush breasts leaned out to the sides from the raised angle of her chest, and down to the damp floss of her auburn plume, and to the tender undersides of her ass cheeks visible between the spread of her firm young thighs.
Barbi dampened her lips, hearing the plumbing hum as Uncle Carl used the bathroom sink down the hall. She watched Aunt Cora's long fingers glide up from her hips to the incurve of her waist, their tips just grazing the outsides of her pliant belly, and up under the firm globes, skimming the soft, olive flesh, and brushing the tan nipples, causing them to quiver as her touch moved up to the lavender dressing gown's collar.
Barbi's breasts rose and fell with a deepened breathing. Her eyes focused on the tapered fingers that curled beneath the crepe de Chine gown, watched those fingers draw the soft fabric over her shoulders, loosening it from the hold of Cora's shoulders. And the garment whispered against the graceful arms as they lowered, and the gown fell behind her feet.
Barbi gradually widened her focus to encompass the whole of her now fully naked aunt, and she smiled too. Cora moved forward and stood at the side of the bed, looking down into Barbi's large green eyes. Her pixie face gleaming happily, Barbi leaned back, raising spread arms invitingly, her legs stretching out wide.
"You're sure you don't want to wait till morning for your present?" Cora asked in a husky whisper, a smile playing upon her lips.
'Is it just for tonight?" Barbi asked, touching her fingers to the soft curls of Cora's triangle, and moving them inward till they stroked the damp furl of her vaginal lips.
"As long as you want it," Cora breathed in almost a moan, and bent forward.
"Isn't that Uncle Carl's line?" Barbi giggled, sliding her fingers into the warm channel of Cora's spreading cunny as the woman stretched out over her.
"Talking dirty at your age," Cora shook her head, making a tsldng sound as she lowered her face to Barbi's, their muffs touching, auburn and gold inter weaving as the humid pink of their slits kissed. Their open mouths joined, their tongues curling together in languid, serpentine patterns. Their breasts flattened against one another's, pink and tan hidden between the soft domes and globes, Barbi's hands moving down her aunt's back to stroke her fanny, Cora's hands cupping her head, their cunts undulating hotly together. They murmured into their fused mouths, and Barbi sucked at Cora's tongue, her legs rising to wrap around hips, her slit widening till her clit was exposed to the wet, satiny kiss of Cora's cunny.
Standing in the doorway, Carl watched Barbi grip Cora's back, her hips thrusting and twisting upward, heart shaped from his viewpoint. His cock stood out hard, the veins bulging against the taut sheath of his shaft's flesh. He watched his wife lower her face to his niece's inch-long nipples, her tongue spiraling around the pink stalks, her ass rolling as she rubbed her cunt along Barbi's.
Feeling dizzy, he moved forward, and onto the bed between the shapely, kicking legs of the two women. He knelt a moment, hearing their moans filling the room, and inhaled deeply of their rich scents.
Cora flexed her lips against the puffed petals of Barbi's aureolas, her tongue curling around the long nipples, and she ran her fingers over the wide-set domes. Barbi gasped, her lips parted as Cora slowly closed her lips around one burning nipple, sucking at it, her tongue buffing the tip. Their cunts moved more intently, their clits brushing to send flashes of arousal through their entire bodies. Barbi cupped her aunt's ripe tits in her hands, squeezing the pliant softness, the thick nipples hard against her palms, and she felt Cora push them against her hands as if asking her to squeeze harder, and she did so, her finger indenting the globes as her mind swam in the quickening whirlpool of her passions.
Their cunts' movements became more specific: short arches and narrow twistings centered on their pulsing clits in a friction lubricated by their scented secretions. They groaned, and Cora widened her mouth atop Barbi's breasts, sucking the soft domes into the nurturing squeeze of inner cheeks and palate.
Barbi gave a sobbing moan, her shoulders pressing back, her head craning back. Her flesh burned and froze, burned and froze, the shifts happening faster and faster, the spinning of her brain speeding up, her bones seeming to vibrate. Her toes curled, her body tremoring up against Cora's, her clit shivering, seeming to spread throughout her only to contract into a pinpoint of molten heat; expansion and contraction, freezing expansion, burning contraction, faster and faster, blurring into a fusion. She cried out, shaking with the power of her release, her body spasming up against Cora's, her clit twisting with her aunt's.
Cora let Barbi's tit come free of her mouth with a groan of her own, the writhing of the girl's cunny thrusting her own arousal forward, her own clit into a faster pulsing. She twisted her tits in Barbi's grip, wrenching them over her chest, and pushed up onto her arms, rubbing slits with the girl as her orgasm began to slacken. Then Cora gasped, her eyes widening.
Carl slid his engorged prick up into his wife's cunt, his dorsal vein stroking Barbi's hot slit, its quivering heat caressing him as Cora's squeezed him. Cora trembled with an orgasm as his cock filled her, her pleasure at a peak, and she rubbed her fanny back against his stomach, her clit stroking against Barbi's. He reached up alongside the two women, his weight on his elbows, and he touched Barbi's tit in one hand, and Cora's in the other, his balls slapping lightly in the wet blossom of his niece's cunny.
"Oh lord, but I'm...." Barbi murmured, her eyes opening widely as she felt her senses stirring again, but from their heightened state this time as she felt Cora's clit circling around hers, as she felt Carl's cock against her cunt lips as it moved within Cora, causing her cunny to press with the same movement against Barbi's, his heavy balls patting the base of her tremoring slit. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, rubbing his palm over the length of her nipple, and Cora cupped the other, rubbing the pink jut between joined fingers that stroked her swollen dome.
Cora leaned to one side, and Carl leaned forward, their mouths joining at Barbi's. She murmured as their tongues dabbed and curled at her parted lips, and she slid her tongue out to join it to their sensuous dueling. Their breathing rushed around the pink daggers of their tongues, and their mouths pressed together, their tonguings roaming from one to the other.
Carl felt Barbi's slit rubbing the base of his cock with short twists, clenching to the underside of his shaft in the molten shallow, his balls pressing between her pillowy ass cheeks, their soft undercurves caressing his tightened scrotum against his swollen balls. He pushed his tongue deeper into Barbi's mouth, and her and Cora's tongues pressed up from under it, and down atop it, lapping back and forth. He felt the firm globe of Cora's breast in one hand, and the blossoming width of Barbi's in the other. Cora's cunt tightened in short grabs along his prod as he pushed deep, and pulled slightly out. His thoughts were beginning to blur, his cock throbbing, the blood pounding in his head.
Cora felt his prick fill her, and then ease partially free in nudging thrusts that sent tremors of delight through the walls of her cunny and into every nerve ending in her body, her clit quivering hotly against Barbi's. She spiraled her tongue between Barbi's and the rougher texture of Carl's. She rubbed her free tit against Barbi's, holding the girl's long nipple between thumb and forefinger to stroke her thick nipple's burning. She squirmed full buttocks against his abdomen, bucking her clit up against Barbi's as the heat within her nook began to broil toward another orgasm. She clutched her vaginal muscles around his cock, letting him pull through her torrid grip, the sheath of his flesh stretching over his throbbing thickness.
Barbi's mouth came loose of theirs as a sobbing groan broke loose of her throat. She tossed her head from side to side, her long hair lashing like flames, her ripe lips pulled back from her teeth as the quaking in her slit began to spread throughout her body. She twisted the searing vibration of her clit against Cora's, her cunt lips sucking at the base of Carl's rod, her lush fanny rubbing up against the slap of his big nuts. She arched her chest against Cora's as Cora squeezed her nipple across her tan nub, and she rubbed against the softness of her aunt's big orb. Carl lowered his face from Cora's, and she groaned louder as he sucked her other nipple into his mouth, gripping it firmly between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. She bucked up against them, crying out unintelligible words as the pulsing that filled her nook began to deepen and quicken.
Carl felt Barbi's broiling fissure twist around the base of his dorsal vein, her ass cheeks rolling his balls as they squirmed. He covered her breast with his mouth, pressing the insides of his cheeks around its softness, lashing the inch of pinkness with his tongue. He reached down to lubricate his center finger in the mix of Cora and Barbi's juices, and pressed the tip against the exposed bud of her anus, easily sliding it up into the downy collared orifice, twisting it up fully into her ass, probing with the same rhythm his cock maintained in Cora's box as she moved her clit against Barbi's.
Barbi pulled air through her constricting throat, her eyes widening as Cora's clit pivoted against hers, Carl's cock in the inversion of her sweltering slit, his balls against the base of her ass cleavage, and his finger in her rectum, all moved with the same tempo, fusing into a single vortex swarming ecstasy through her entire body. Her mind flashing with a series of mounting orgasms, Barbi screamed out as the bursts of joy linked into a chain effect, exploding through her consciousness, wrenching her climax free of the last restraint.
"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Barbi," she heard Carl and Cora's voices singing, and she raised her eyelids to see them smiling at her, their eyes gleaming with their own passion, with their pleasure at her climactic release.
"Sure is," she giggled, and kissed them both separately, and together, their tongues flowing round one another's as his shaft continued to move in Cora's cunny, his finger free of Barbi's backside.
They shifted on the bed, and Barbi lowered her face to Cora's breasts, suckling the thick nipples, her hands caressing her aunt's body as Carl kissed her neck and shoulders, his hands holding her back against him. Barbi moved lower, and Carl's hands cupped Cora's tits as their niece turned around, her kisses moving over the pliant belly, her hands reaching down to stroke the tapered legs, her mouth moving closer to the dusky triangle. She saw his cock moving in and out of the pink fissure, gleaming brightly with Cora's and Barbi's juices.
Barbi nuzzled the edges of her teeth into the soft curls, her tongue extending toward the top of Cora's cleft, toward Carl's dorsal vein, licking along the pale blue rise as it moved in and out, tasting of the rich fluids. She pulled her palms up along Cora's thighs, and in toward her splayed cunny to caress between it and the woman's legs, her thumbs drifting through the fine hairs of his scrotum, pressing down to stroke his balls. She ran the tip of her tongue from his cock to Cora's slit, and up to Cora's clit.
Cora moaned, writhing back against Carl, her tits twisting in his hands as Barbi's mouth closed over the burning bolt of her clit, pulling it free of the soft furls of flesh to bob it in her lips, the girl's tongue sliding over it. Carl's prick twisted in the raging oven of her snatch, his pelvis pumping against her.
She groped out and ran her hands over the petite pout of Barbi's belly, and back around the lush cushions of her ass cheeks to move the plume of auburn floss toward her face. Barbi's tits ground her long nipples against Cora's stomach as she felt her aunt's warm breath between her legs, the woman's palms squeezing the fullness of her buttocks.
Barbi groaned against Cora's clit, her fingers wetly fondling Carl's balls, and dipping into Cora's cunt around the churn of his thick cock, caressing both as she felt Cora's lips gliding through her soft muff to kiss the full mound of her cunt. Cora kissed and nibbled lightly at the tender lips, her tongue sliding down into Barbi's turbulent cove, tasting of her. She squeezed the girl's fanny, pressing the succulent cleave against her mouth, wetting her lips and chin with Barbi's spendings, her tongue curling up into the hot pudding of her crevice. Barbi sucked harder at the swollen node as Cora licked her channel, skimming the sizzling walls, her big tits squeezing against Barbi's stomach as Barbi's squeezed against Cora's.
His balls throbbing with his boiling come, Carl gasped against Cora's shoulder as Barbi's fingers spun around his sac, her tongue flashing from the base of his cock to Cora's clit and back as Cora continued to squeeze her vaginal muscles around him like a velvet fist: He squeezed Cora's breasts against Barbi's stomach, and leaned his head over his wife's shoulder to kiss her in the fissure of their niece's slit, their tongues curling and darting about her clit. He slid his tongue into her as Cora centered on Barbi's clit and he shivered with the ecstatic waves of heat pounding through him. Barbi rolled his root with one hand while rolling his nuts with the other, her mouth at his rod, her tongue racing against the underside. Cora's fanny worked against his abdomen, her cunt stroking his cock. He growled a moan from deep into his chest into the humid nook, his prick throbbing quicker and quicker, the come surging against the restraints, broiling for release from his balls.
Cora shook between her husband and niece, Barbi's tongue seeming to connect her clit to his cock. Her flesh gleamed, her breasts raged against Barbi's stomach, her lips writhed into the girl's cunt, her tongue twisted with his in Barbi's underbelly, her cunt spasmed and bucked around and along his big prod, the raptures deepening, flooding her, sending her into a maelstrom of ecstasy, their bodies swimming over and within her, filling her, glutting her.
Carl's mouth opened wide, his lips pulling over Barbi's cunt lips as his gizzum blasted free of his nuts. He shook as the hot brew raged through his body, racing toward the mind-shaking throb of his prick. Cora's body shivered and twisted upon the spar of his cock, Barbi's tongue licking faster and faster as if urging his spend toward his cock, her fingers working his root from ass to beneath his scrotum.
Carl and Cora cried out together as her cunny vibrated into a molten blur that burned through her body like a flash fire, swarming through her brain. He felt his spend blast into his bucking cock, jetting through it like lava, his muscles tremoring, his body arching forward with Cora's against Barbi's, their voices as one as her climaxing snatch took in the hot spray of his juices, as his mind filled with a buzzing like that of a million bees. Their bodies shook together, and they suddenly fell limp, his cock spurting the last of his load into the loosening spasms of her slit.
Barbi pushed up onto her elbow and smiled at Carl and Cora's stunned expressions of satiation, and then leaned back down to press her lips to his softening tool and her wet nook, slowly running her tongue over them to lick the pale come that eased out from between the reddened flesh of his shaft and the misted pink of Cora's cunny. The couple rolled back, gurgling with pleasure as Barbi's tongue bathed their juices from them, soothing and rearousing at the same time.
Turning from the waist, her weight on one elbow, Cora grazed her lips over the auburn floss of the girl's muff, and then widened her mouth in order to close it over a wave of the fine hair and softly suck the rich blend it had absorbed. Carl smiled at the two women as he stretched out lazily, extending one hand to Barbi's hair and the other to Cora's opulent ass. His prick slid loose of Cora and into Barbi's ready mouth. His eyes closed, a smile curled his lips as he felt her mouth tighten around him, suckling his shaft clean as her tongue lapped at his head.
Cora kissed Barbi's clit and turned, sliding out of her back so that she could scissor her legs between Barbi's, one stretching up along the girl's back, the other curling against Barbi's torso, the inside of her thigh caressing the girl's belly as their cunts came together. Barbi gave a small hiss of pleasure as she felt Cora's splayed cunny press against hers, and she squeezed the woman's body between her legs, Cora's hands cupping around her leg as they move up and down in firm caresses. Barbi shifted to widen her nook, and both women twisted their hips from side to side, sidling their tingling snatches together, pressing to heighten the contact against one another's clits.
Barbi let Carl's already hardening cock pop free of her lips, and caught it in her hand, squeezing it lovingly as she moved to bring her and Cora's joined slits even with his groin, and Cora reached down to move her hand over his balls. Carl murmured with pleasure at their hand play, and watched with enjoyment as they continued to roll the underarches of their bodies together, thighs caressing ass cheeks and bellies, insteps stroking breasts, toes catching long pink nipples, lips catching long toes. His rod continued to harden and straighten, Cora raising her fist under Barbi's to squeeze his again throbbing meat through the tightening sheath. They clutched his engorged prick like a diver's lifeline, but a lifeline that responded with heavy waves of heat that flowed beneath the flexing fingers and palms and up into his body.
Like two twin-petaled flowers, pink and shimmering with fresh rain, Barbi and Cora's cunnies pressed together, sliding in undulating counter-revolutions, the phant thorns of their clits flicking off one another, auburn threadings tangling with golden curls, their lips kissing while the throats of their channels swelled and contracted with shimmering, static ecstasy that they swallowed into their nerve endings and minds, the mouths of their cunts overflowing with their nectar. They seemed to blend together, fused like Siamese Twins. Barbi clutched Cora's calf between her breasts, her forearms against the tapered leg, her shoulders thrust forward, her upper arms pressing her wide-set tits in against it. Her open lips pulled against the soft pink of Cora's inner arch, her teeth indenting the flesh, widening to encircle the inner ball of the slender foot, and then easing back as her tongue curled around her aunt's big toe. Her mouth drew it in, and then each of the other four toes, suckling them like curled nipples. Her ass cheeks pressed out around the thigh of Cora's other leg as the tumescent phosphorescence within the sealed flowers of their cunnies shimmered at a seething, mounting pitch, her brain buffeted by the delicious palpitations racing through her.
Cora's head rolled back, her eyes shut as she moaned with joy as Barbi's toes plucked lightly at her nipples, the girl's box squirming and kneading her own, her clit quivering her own, her thighs caressing her belly and her ass. She tugged at Carl's swollen tool, feeling herself being swept away, her thoughts engulfed in the cascading luxuries inundating her, the nest of her sex glowing brighter and brighter with sensations that left her dazed, every nerve ending honed to hypersensitivity by the lovemaking that had preceded this. She cried out, meteoric heat racing through her. She twisted and bucked with the blazing joys igniting throughout her.
Cora's writhing response moved her slit faster, more urgently against Barbi's, and the girl cried out too, radiant orgasms blossoming, and then zooming through her, causing her to shake and buck her cunny in a dance of delirium with Cora's. And the upsurge of her niece's movements thrust Cora's orgasms to a higher pitch: back and forth, ever faster and more intense until meaningless words slurred out in near wailing cries.
Their hands having lost their holds just in time to allow him to keep from shooting off yet, Carl rose to his knees beside the fevered movement of the two women, their joined cunnies lifted up toward him, glistening wetly together. He leaned forward over them, dropping his weight on his arms and feet, his rigid cock just above the bobbing pinkness of their joined slits. He lowered himself, and the ripe bulb of his head pushed into the tight squeeze of their vaginal lips, into the broiling tremors and roiling, his shaft following till he was full into the single cunt theirs formed, his head against the bases of their ass cheeks.
Cora and Barbi gasped together as they felt his big prick filling their shared slit, turning like an oil drill into the earth, his pumping adding new splendors to the ricocheting forks of lightning rocketing through them, spinning them into a whirlpool of blinding raptures.
He clutched the bedding as their hips rocked and swayed up against his, their cunts clutching torridly at his now pistoning shaft, suckling and caressing, the joys that passed back and forth seeming to flow through his pores, filling his cock with the reefing maelstrom, its strength surging through him, filling his eyes with brightness till he pressed his lids shut. His balls slapped and rolled against the outsides of their cunts, his rod throbbing faster, hotter, his muscles locking to keep him balanced over their thrashing slits.
Barbi and Cora grabbed at the bed, their bodies twisting from the waists, their hair lashing the air, perspiration glistening on their bodies. Their bodies moved on their own, to the maddened throes of their orgasmic roller coaster ride. Their eyes came open blindly as they climaxed for what seemed hours, and they fell over gasping upon their bellies, their muscles twitching, their limbs trembling. Their cunts pulled along Carl's length in a protracted caress that stretched his shaft even longer, and they came free with a wet sound, his cock jumping high, their spendings coating it, shining with the light.
His own eyes glazed, he pushed up onto his knees, looking down at their still joined bodies, seeing Barbi's pillowly ass cheeks and Cora's fuller ones. He lowered his lubricated cock back down, and sank between the soft moons of Cora's buttocks, sliding easily up into her ass.
Cora murmured against the sheets, half-conscious, and unable to physically respond of her own will, able only to ride the currents of ecstasy that his churning caused to continue. He drew his prod free, and slid it up into Barbi's puckered anus. Like Cora, Barbi could only experience the pleasures, but her body moved on its own, her fanny squeezing and tugging around his twisting thrusts as did Cora's when his prick returned. He rose and fell, moving from side to side, from Cora to Barbi's asses, his arousal pounding now at his mind, the muscles standing out in relief along his arms and in his shoulders. He gritted his teeth, his eyes squinting, his breathing ragged as his gizzum roared loose. His spine shook with electric jolts of joy, and his cock jumped and thrust, his come hosing up into Barbi's ass, gushing over her and Cora's ass cheeks, and spurting up into Cora's fanny. He shivered with the culmination of his climax, and his arms went out from under him.
Cora and Barbi could say nothing-half-awake, their climaxes' aftermath lapping gently at them, their dazed expressions of satisfaction mirroring Carl's.
Eventually they were able to move apart, collapsing upon their backs, their bodies gleaming with their spendings, glowing radiantly with their satiation. Their naked bodies curled together, they fell asleep, not to awaken till noon of the next day when they would begin again during a shared bath.
A few weeks later, and oh the pill, Barbi stood in the doorway of Cora and Carl's bedroom, looking at their sleeping faces, and naked bodies. She had been enjoying herself fully, but it seemed that things were becoming confusing in some undefinable ways.
As well, she felt that she wanted to divest herself of her physical virginity, of her hymen elsewhere, with someone else, feeling that Uncle Carl had received her oral and anal virginity and, thus, that it was reasonable to bestow her vaginal virginity upon some other man, someone she had not yet met.
Writing Cora and Carl a note that told them of her plan to go off on her own for a few weeks, Barbi put a pair of cut-offs, a few T-shirts, toothbrush and toothpaste, a brush and comb, and her pills in an old flight bag, and left the house, glad to know that her aunt and uncle were in bed together again, enjoying one another's lovemaking.
Barbi hitched a ride with an elderly woman, but no other cars or trucks passed her on the little used country road. Tiring, the sun having set, she climbed over a fence and walked into a moonlit field, dropping in the soft grass atop it. She looked down at her hands and arms, intrigued at how the moonlight glowed from her flesh. She drew her T-shirt up and off, and grinned at the miniature moons of her breasts capped with the pink towers of her nipples. She wiggled free of her jeans and stretched out in the grass, her body showing like alabaster against the dark green. Cupping her cunt in one hand, she stretched back, her long hair spilling over the grass, and she fell asleep with ease, a light smile on her face as she wondered if the sunrise would be as beautiful as the full moon above her.
With morning, the horizon lightened, and the light clouds became lavender, and then pink. Barbi shifted, the light of the rising sun touching her eyelids as her instincts responded to something else. She blinked, and looked up at the man standing over her.
Barbi noted the way his eyes examined the manner in which her red hair seemed to catch and reflect the sunrise, the light morning dew hazing it around her head and between her legs. She lifted her head and shoulders from the ground and looked down at herself, seeing her flesh gleaming with the thin veneer of wetness, her muff glowing like a flame. Slowly, she lifted her eyes toward his face, realizing how beautiful and inviting she appeared, but her eyes came to a halt at the crotch of his slacks as she saw how the cloth was pressed outward like a tent upon the large pole of his clearly erect cock. She swallowed hard and forced her eyes up, uncertain as to what she would find in his face.
CHAPTER FIVE
Barbi grabbed out quickly for her T-shirt and jeans, ready to leap up and run.
"Hey, you don't have to be scared," the man said, his tone warm, his delivery easy going.
Clutching her clothes to her, Barbi looked up at him and saw that he had not moved, and that his expression suggested that he was telling the truth.
"I was just driving by, and spotted you laying out here naked. I didn't know if you'd been raped, or killed, or what," he said, concealing his amusement over her failure at covering her nudity. The shirt and jeans pressed between her breasts and pushed the soft domes farther out, one leg of her jeans hanging down the center of her belly only to curve out just before reaching the auburn floss of her muff, draping over the top of her thigh.
"Oh," Barbi nodded after considering his explanation. "I gave up on hitching a ride, and went t'sleep here. Figured that with so little traffic, and the sun t'get me up, that it wouldn't matter if I slept naked or not," she told him, less concerned now about her nudity.
"Well, there being so little traffic, and me having a car, do you want a lift?" he asked, squatting down before her, liking the way the inch-long spikes of her nipples stood out from the puffed caps of her aureolas.
"Hey, that'd be great," she smiled, and stretched from the waist to pick up her flight bag.
"Where are you headed?" he asked, sliding his legs out to sit, his eyes on the subtle pout of her belly as it curled with her movement, and then on the lifting of one pillowy buttock from the grass.
"Headed? Oh...." she mused, spreading her legs to put the bag down between them, her knees lifting. "Uh, nowhere special," she said, recalling why she had left home, and she glanced toward the crotch of his slacks, pleased at the enlargening bulge there.
"Then I guess I'm going your way," he smiled, noting her eyes upon the stiffening of his cock under his pants, and he looked past the flight bag to the pink fissure of her opened slit.
"Like an orange?" she asked, looking into the bag.
"Sounds good," he said, his throat dry as he watched the rising sun's light glint in the delicate cove of her cunny.
"Yeah," she agreed, and took out the orange she had picked up upon leaving, and she set the bag aside, crossing her ankles a foot before her.
She took the orange from its plastic bag and separated the halved fruit, extending his half, their eyes meeting. Both of them now fully aware of her nakedness, their fingers held around the pebbled texture of the orange, her eyes sparkling being his only hint that she was interested in more than a ride. Their hands still touching, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the pulpy core of the orange to gently suck the juice surrounding it, his teeth pressing the fruit down around it so that the pale nub exposed could be caught briefly between his lips. She watched, fascinated as he lifted his mouth, his tongue stretching out to skim over the damp surface of the halved fruit. She swallowed, her cunt lips tingling warmly as if responding to his tongue, her clit pulsing as if it had been the stalkish core.
He lifted his eyes back to hers, and then his face. Her fingers slid from the peel of the orange, her breath heavier. Feeling her other hand damp, she looked down to see that she had been unconsciously squeezing it Droplets of juice gleamed on the inside of her thigh. Both of them watched the drops gradually slide down toward her muff. He sank his teeth into his half, sucking the juice into his dry mouth as he pulled the meat of the fruit free.
Feeling warm, Barbi lifted her half to her mouth and also took a bite, the movement of the juice along her thigh accented. Excess moisture from the orange sprayed out into the air, hanging in a tiny cloud for a moment, the sunlight glinting on it, and the spray settled in the fur of her cunt as the morning dew had. She looked down at the sheen upon the auburn hair, the wetness at the center of the plume, and at the trail of the drops that now touched between her muff and her thigh.
"Let me," he said in a husky whisper, and she looked at him.
He leaned forward, his head moving between her legs, and she sucked her lower lip in between her teeth.
His tongue darted out, curling into the soft shallow to slam the drops from her. Then, as Barbi murmured at the gentle flexing, he drew his tongue up the inner curve of her firm thigh, following the slender fine left by one drop, and then back down, following the other back into the silky fold, easing up and down between her leg and the plump mound of her cunny.
Barbi's lips formed an O, blossoming out as the flow of his tongue stoked the smoldering heat within the oven of her snatch, heat that began to saturate her entire body. Her head tilted back, and her hair flowed over her back. Her elbows pressed to her sides, her hands tightening as her vision blurred into patterns of impressionistic colors, her one hand squeezing the orange half. Juice spilled over the petite pout of her belly, collecting in the shallow of her navel, and sliding down toward his mouth and her sizzling fissure, the sunlight sparkling off her hot flesh.
He turned his mouth toward her slit, lifting it and his tongue for a moment, and then lowering his mouth back over one lush cunt cheek, his lips just touching it as they pressed the top and base of her plume, pulling inward as he sucked the fine mist of the juice from the auburn down. Barbi groaned, the orange half dropping from her hand into the grass.
She reached back, clutching the ground for support as her balance swayed and lurched. His mouth lifted to pause over the quickening pulse of her slit, over the persistent throb of her clit. His mouth opened over the other half of her muff and sucked the juice from it, Barbi murmuring with anticipation at his nearness to the torrid churning of her slit.
Again his mouth lifted over her slit, and she felt his warm breath flutter against her cunt lips, the film of her secretions chilling against the pleasure-bathed walls of her nook. His tongue extended toward the pink cleave only to curl up to touch just above it. She groaned, wanting his tongue in her cunt, wanting it to soothe the throbbing of her clit. He licked her abdomen clean of the juice, and curled his tongue around her navel before sucking the moisture from it.
Barbi dropped back to the grass, her lush ass cheeks twisting as he drew his tongue over the whole of her stomach and up under her breasts. She touched her unsteady hands to his head, urging him toward her swollen tits, toward the fully erect lengths of her nipples. She pressed the insides of her knees against the outsides of his thighs, his weight on his knees and hands as he leaned down over her, his lips pursing as he slid them over the rise and falls of her breasts, tonguing all but the puffed petals of her aureolas and the long nipples. Again she moaned with anticipation, yearning for him to suck the burning digits, but his tongue moved to her side, up to the almost cunt-like mound of her underarm, and then along her arm. She bit at her lower lip as his tongue pressed the center of her palm, as his teeth indented the Venus mound of her thumb, as his suckling mouth drew each of her fingers into the warmth of his tasting.
She twisted upon the grass of the field, the sunlight warm on her naked flesh as the stranger tongue-bathed her, as her brain reeled with the mounting spiral of her arousal. Finished with her other arm and hand, he sucked and licked her shoulders and neck, drawing the lobes of her ears between his lips, dabbing his tongue into the furls, drilling it gently inward. An ocean's roar filled her mind. Her head lolled to the side, and he kissed the golden down at the nape of her neck.
"Oh, I can't...." she groaned as he moved his lips over her face, cupping them over the curves of her eyelids, touching at her forehead and cheeks. "It's too much, too-Oh! but...." she trailed off, feeling his lips against hers.
Her mouth opened hungrily, inviting his tongue, and he slid it between her lips and teeth, nibbling the ripeness of her lips, catching them between his to roll each in turn between the massage, the tip of his tongue stroking each pad. She gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging into his shirt.
She realized that he was clothed, that she was naked, that they were atop the rise of a field, and that she did not even know his name. She had gone looking for a man to dismiss her virginity with, and he had found her, and so quickly. She groaned into his mouth, her tongue moving with his as it entered. Her hips arched, her cunt thrusting searchingly for him. Her hands pulled his shirt open and off. Their lips writhed together, their tongues spinning and diving, pliant blades dueling lovingly.
She ran her hands over his strong back, her mouth pressing and twisting at his, her breasts lifting toward his chest, her box seeking contact with his body. He moved his palms up her sides, and their lips parted, their lungs gasping, and he lowered his face to the succulent domes of her tits, to her denied nipples. She groaned with happiness as the tip of his tongue touched the ends of her nipples, and then revolved around the inch-long juts, pivoting them against the softness of her aureolas.
Her hands gropped at his slacks, her fingers grappling with his belt. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, lip-buffered teeth squeezing and twisting the chafing burn from it. She pulled the snap of his pants free, her head back against the ground as she arched her breasts to his tasting mouth. He widened his mouth slowly till he covered the center of her breast, his tongue lashing her nipple, and he pulled the soft dome into his mouth. She freed the zipper, and tugged it down.
His cock strained against his pants, feeling the grip of the cloth loosening as she pulled the zipper down. He filled his mouth with the softness of her breast, pulling his cheeks in around it, the length of her nipple pressing against his tongue's whirlings. He lifted his legs, her hands at his hips to shove his pants down.
His prick snapped free as the cloth slid over the head, the thick shaft filling her hand, her fingers stroking, sending waves of pleasure up into his body. He moved his mouth to her other breast, and rolled onto his side, drawing his legs up to help her remove his shoes and pants.
Barbi looked down at the tan of his naked body, lean and muscled, his prod both longer and thicker than Carl's, his balls bigger. She tightened her grip on the trunk, and turned her hand to press her palm against the dorsal vein, pressing the rod against his stomach, the head sinking into the shallow of his navel.
He moved his hands down her sides and around to cup the cushions of her buttocks, pressing his fingers into the soft weights to roll them against her, moving her hips against his. His dorsal vein rubbed against the gentle curve of her belly, his balls touching against her wet slit. She murmured with pleasure, arching her loins up against him, undulating her stomach against his to roll his big cock between.
"Fuck me," she whispered throatily, "put it in me, put your cock in me."
An almost drunken smile on his face, he raised up from the waist, and she gave a small, imploring sound as she felt his prod twist against her stomach. He bent forward, his face returning to the slit he had almost kissed before only to leave trembling with desire.
She gasped as his lips touched the lips of her cunt, kissing slowly around the rim of the mounting quakings of her arousal. She twisted from the waist, clutching his hips, one forearm against his stomach. His tongue slid into the tropic swelter of her nook, into the rich nectar of her secretions, sidling over the quivering walls of her channel. She clutched his cock again.
Her face flushed, her breathing ragged, she shivered as phosphorescent heat flickered and sparked within her cunny, ignited and fanned by the serpentine caresses of his tongue, by the flexing of his lips, his hands beneath his face, one pressing her mound up with the curve between his thumb and forefinger, the other stroking the soft undercurves of her ass cheeks.
His mouth hummed into the cleave of her underbelly, her hands streaming over his prick and balls, her mouth opening around the hypersensitive bulb of his head, her tongue touching the small lips, skimming the droplet of pre-come into her mouth. Her fingers held his balls, rolling them in her palms as her mouth expanded around his thick bulk, her hair flowing over his stomach and thighs. He moved his tongue up from her channel to the top of her slit, his balls aching pleasurably with the swelling of his come.
He pressed the soft furls away from her clit with his tongue, and his lips pressed down around the flaring node in a tender kiss that shafted it gently, the texture of his inner lips moving over the burning surface of her pleasure pearl. She shook with an orgasm that suddenly burned through her, and she filled her mouth with his thick cock, her throat opening for his head, her hands jiggling his balls.
His spend bubbled and boiled as her mouth tightened and pulled along his cock, the insides of her cheeks stroking the sides of his shaft, her tongue stroking his dorsal vein, her lips twisting around his trunk, and her hands continued to fondle his nuts. His mouth turned and pressed in her steamy slit, his tongue licking her clit, his lips catching it again to bob it faster and faster. They moaned together, rolling and sliding in the grass, their bodies twitching with arousal, his cock throbbing, her clit pulsing.
Her tongue curved and pressed at his prick, his head shivering as she took it into her throat, her breath rustling around it. He clutched her soft fanny, feeling the dams shattering within him, his thoughts dissolving, the raptures of release overwhelming him. She squirmed against him, her climax pummeling her, searing through her, her ears buzzing, her mouth tightening around his rod as she gulped around his head.
His come surged free, swirling madly through him, and he moaned into her snatch. She felt his tool jerk and thrust in her mouth, her cunt ablaze with joy. His gizzum blasted loose, washing down her throat hotly, and then surging over her tongue as she pulled her head back, her body bucking with release, his lips continuing to suck at her clit. They gripped one another, shaking with their culmination, their mouths gulping for air around clit and cock, and slowly they sagged to the ground, spent.
After several minutes, Barbi rolled over onto her back, sucking at his cock as it came free of her mouth, and she grinned with satisfaction. He pushed up onto one elbow, smiling the same blissful smile.
"My name's Sam Denton," he said, tipping an imaginary hat.
"Barbi Orlando," she said, and pushed up to a sitting position.
He sat up too, and they kissed without hurry, tasting one another's juices this time, their bodies pressing together. She rubbed her long nipples over his chest, and his palms glided over her thighs and hips. She stroked his stomach, and reached down to find his cock. Happy to find it already tightening, she caressed it and his balls, feeling his shaft hardening.
They stretched out on their sides, their legs meshing, and he murmured low in his throat as his prick went fully erect, waves of warmth spreading out through his body. They shifted, and they both looked down to watch her guide his head between the cloven plume of her muff's wet auburn. She glanced at his face, grinning at the lowering of his eyelids as she flexed her cunt lips around his head. She raised her upper leg higher, her fingers freeing his cock, and they arched their hips together, his prod sliding up into the vivid smoothness of her underbelly. Their pubic hair curled together as he sank fully into her, and she flexed her cunny around him, the humid sleeve drawing tight as she arched her hips back, loosening as she arched forward. It felt as if a hand in a wet velvet glove were stroking him.
He bent his head to her breasts and kissed them and their erect nipples as he pressed and pulled his hips, his cock bobbing in the warming hold of her cunt. Their hands roamed over one another's bodies, their touches and kisses evoking lapping waves of tingling heat that encased their flesh, their loins rocking together, the pleasure building unhurriedly, but surely for both. They rolled over, and she lay beneath him, hugging his body to hers, their mouths rejoining for short, tasting kisses.
He rolled his hips, pivoting his cock within her nook which was growing hotter, and moving now in counterpoint to his cock's churn. Her tongue curled damply in his ear, and she gently sucked it free, her fingernails dragging over his shoulder blades. Her vaginal muscles tightened upward from the lips, moving along the length of his burning rod, kneading his swollen shaft, her auburn floss sliding wetly with his pubic hair, their bellies tight together. He squeezed her ass cheeks, pressing his fingertips up between them and her thighs, dampening them in the base of her slit under the probing of his tingling cock.
They rolled over again, and she clutched his shoulder, arching up from the waist, her curled legs pressing in against his hips and thighs, her cunny squeezing and stroking his tool as she rode the saddle of his hips, lifting and falling upon the impaling length of his sex, her head back with eyes closed, her hair gleaming in luxuriant waves as she laughed and moaned with pleasure. He reached up and pressed his palms up her belly to cup her breasts, his thumbs rubbing the long buds of her nipples, his prod burning and throbbing as the sleek pinkness of her slit rose and fell along him, his balls shimmering with his broiling come.
The rising sun was warm on their already hot flesh, gleaming from a thin sheen of perspiration upon the relief of his muscles, and from the lush contours of her body. She groaned, sliding up and down upon his now pistoning cock, her knees twisting into the ground and thrust forward from the waist, arching her ass back and forth, grinding her tits against his moulding hands. She stiffened, the careening flashes of joy burgeoning out from her cunt, rocketing through her, shaking her body, and she cried out as her orgasm blurred her senses, and threw her off balance.
He caught her as she toppled, his prod continuing to race in and out of her spasming snatch. He held her to him, and rolled them over onto their sides. She hugged him around the neck, her face against his shoulder as she gasped for breath, her head spinning as she sought to reclaim some control over her body. But his cock continued to swing up into her raging nook, pulling down along the top of her slit to wetly chafe her palpitating clit, sustaining the roaring tidal movement of her mind and body.
"Oh, it's so-so good," she groaned, her voice slurring as he rocked back and forth off one hip. "So good, so fine, I'm-my head's-my body's going t'come-come apart it's so beautiful, oh, so fuckin' good, so fuckin', fuckin', fuck, fuck me, fuck me forever, forever fuckin', your cock, your cock filling me, filling me, fill me, fill me with come, come, come, comin', comin' a-gain-I-I'm comin's-harder, harder, harder, fuck me, fuck me harder, comin' harder, comin', comin'-so-hard-I'mmmmmmmm ... fuckin' harder'n before comin' ... SWEET HEAVEN I'M COMIN' APART, CRYIN' OUT LOUD, CAN'T STOP-DON'T STOP, WON'T STOP, DON'T WANTA EVER!" she screamed into the clear air, clutching him, her body jumping and bucking.
The raging of her body around and along his cock, the devouring whirlpool of her cunny sent consuming expansions and contractions of pleasure through him, his come roiling and thrashing within his balls, his prick garlanded with a dressing of electric energy. Her breasts slid over his chest, crushing against him as he kissed feverishly at his face, her eyes glazed as the ecstasies within her continued to mount. She rolled back, carrying him with her, and he suddenly realized that they were rolling down the steep slope, away from the road. Each time his buttocks pressed against the ground she came down fully on his prick, his mind teetering as his spend imploded and exploded within his balls, and each time she was under him the full length of his rod pushed up into her. Faster and faster they rolled, her hair swirling around her face, their spinning bodies blurring, the time between each being under the other shortening, the full thrust of his cock repeating faster and faster, her cry rising, his come roaring free, her cunt glutted with raptures that intensified, quickened as they clutched one another. His come blasted through his cock, his climax blazing through him, his cry merging with hers, his prick bucking and reeling with the quicksand pull of her box. Her slit blossomed and contracted until its coursing bolts of joy engulfed her, and her orgasms fell away like stages of a rocket, and her climax exploded, her mind going opaque, her hearing muted.
They rolled to the bottom of the slope, coming to a halt, limp upon the ground, joyously fatigued.
After several minutes, Barbi found she could move, and pulled herself over to Sam's side, stretching out with him. Smiling blissfully, they lay together, a gentle breeze cooling their damp flesh.
"What do you do?" Barbi asked later, curled up next to him as he drove.
"I run a sex circus," he said casually.
"Clown around a lot, huh?" she laughed.
"Truly," he nodded, laughing with her. "For private sex clubs, and occasional parties. As a matter-of-fact, I'm on my way to a summer camp that I've rented for auditions and rehearsals, before it opens for the kiddies. Would you like to see the show?" he asked. "It'd be good to have the reaction of an unjaded audience."
"Sounds like fun," she grinned, running her palm over the crotch of his slacks. "What kinda people are the performers?"
"All sorts, and all of age though several may not look it," he told her, glancing down as she began to unfasten his pants. "There's a rather unique couple who also appear in films, their daughter, a girl who accidentally discovered some things that get her off while at a private girl's school, a housewife and mother who makes some spare money while enjoying it as a vacation of sorts, a brother and sister financing their education, and...." he trailed off as she pulled his erect cock up from his pants to her mouth. "We're using the camp's big meeting cabin, and you can sit in a comfortable easy chair with a glass of wine, having them perform for just you," he said, his voice slurring as she licked at his prick as if it were an ice cream cone. "Going t'be interesting seeing how long-it can take-t'drive five miles," he hissed through clenched teeth, and pulled off to the side of the road, his come once again swelling his balls as she filled her mouth and throat with his cock.
CHAPTER SIX
There were the sounds of movement in the darkness of the meeting hall, then silence for a few moments, and Barbi heard a spotlight come on behind her, the spot falling on bare flooring some distance away judging by its diameter. A thick-chested man stepped into the light, almost filling the circle which then began to expand, revealing sixteenth century furnishings, convincing from a distance, and enough in quantity to suggest a castle's drawing room. The man was dressed in clothing of the same period.
"I have come to ask the Princess Rowena to be my bride," he informed the audience in a troubled tone, his voice a melodic bass. "Her father, The King, through some perverse misconception of propriety, has willed that she be allowed to approve her intended, rather than he himself selecting the suitable spouse. Still, if it were not so, she would have been married before my asking to one of the many suitors she has rejected. There are strange rumors as to the details of those interviews," he added, his voice lowering confidentially. "Ah! she arrives," he beamed, hearing the sound of royal trumpets sound nearby, and he turned toward a door in the stage setting.
The door opened, and Barbi's eyes widened with surprise as a woman bent forward so as be able to enter the door. The woman straightened, almost a foot and a half taller than the top of the door. Ebony hair spilled around the woman's shoulders, her features strong, and very sensual. The firm melons of her breasts strained against the low neckline of her embroidered gown, the skirt of which drifted over the floor. It was a dress Barbi had seen in the illustrations to fairy tales.
"Princess, I am honored," the suitor said, bowing from the waist.
"Time will tell," The Princess said darkly, her voice a husky purr. "Why do you wish to marry?" she asked bluntly, looking him over.
"Your beauty is legendary," he smiled warmly, looking up past her big breasts to her face.
"You're smaller than most of the men I've seen for this purpose," she observed, standing two and a half feet taller than him.
"It does not bother me," he replied, "though it was gracious of your father to provide this room."
"I believe he was more interested in punishing me for having grown to over six feet," she mused.
With that, Barbi realized that, while the woman was tall, the man was a dwarf, the proportions of the spotlight he had stepped into, and of the furnishings creating the illusion that the woman was perhaps nine feet tall.
"The previous suitors feared your largeness?" he asked.
"Yes," she nodded, and sat carefully on the small divan.
"Were they judged on size?" he asked with a smile. "No," she shook her head.
"Then I shouldn't prove too small for you, I hope," he said, and opened his trousers.
The woman's eyes widened, and Barbi gasped at the exposure of the man's cock. By any standard, it was large, but in relation to his height it was enormous, as long as his thigh, and as thick as his forearm.
"No, not too small at all," The Princess smiled, leaning forward to examine his prod. "Why, you're half as long as you are tall," she said in a soft voice, and stood. "If you've a ramrod for a cock, do you have cannonballs for testicles?"
In a few moments, the man stood naked, his balls in proportion to his cock, like two apples in a pouch. Barbi swallowed, her mouth dry, and she reached out for the glass of wine beside the comfortable chair, her legs curling up beside her, her flesh hot.
"There is another test," The Princess said, circling the man as she looked him over approvingly. "You must withstand the fury of my passions, and ... bring me to orgasm-something no other suitor has accomplished."
"That is why they did not speak of their lovemaking with you?" he said, and she nodded. "Very well," he nodded with a cavalier smile, and grasped the edge of her skirt, lifted it up, and stepped between her legs.
The Princess blinked with surprise, and the dress fell back to the floor like a curtain, concealing the man from Barbi's eyes. The Princess' lips parted, her legs shifted apart, her eyelids lowered, and her hands touched at the form beneath the skirt, clasping the bulge of the man's head at her crotch. She moaned, her eyes closing, her head shifting about. Her hands moved up over her stomach to the bodice of the gown, and she pulled her breasts loose of the decolletage, exposing her rosy nipples which stood out erect from the firmness of her breasts. She pressed her fingers into big tits, pinching at the nipples as she groaned, squirming on the man's unseen mountings. Barbi's hands rose and pressed through her T-shirt to grip her own breasts, her fanny squirming against the seat of the chair, her cunny quivering warmly.
There was a knock at the door, and The Princess murmured something inaudible. The door opened and Sam entered, dressed as The King.
"Well, daughter, where is he? Has Ivan met with your approval?" he asked, apparently oblivious to her caressing of her breasts.
"No, but-but he's very close to it," she muttered drunkenly. "Perhaps a little to his left, and a fraction lower," she added, speaking louder for Ivan's sake.
"But where are his clothes!" The King exclaimed. "Have you devoured this one?"
"I plan to," she laughed, a note of hysteria entering.
"Come to the point, daughter! We must get this problem licked," he said gravely.
"Both're being attended to," she moaned, her eyes closing again.
"Are you going to spend all day, or explain?"
"I hope so."
"While he may be a dwarf, he is considered a very big man in many quarters," The King said. "You'll hold the scepter one day, but there must be others to follow."
"His may be enough for me," she gurgled happily, and bit at her lower hp.
"Come, come, child," The King chided. "You make no sense."
"I'm hoping to. Perhaps, we can speak later, Father?"
"Oh, very well," he huffed, and went out, closing the door.
"Ivan, I can stand no longer," The Princess gasped, swaying dizzily.
His mouth gleaming with her secretions, Ivan stepped out from under her dress, reached up, and suddenly ripped her dress from her. He tossed the shredded garment aside, her underclothing about her feet where he had lowered them. The dark floss of her muff shone with her arousal. She grinned down at him, and lowered herself to her knees, her cunt coming even with the thick spar of his cock.
"You've brought me to my knees, rascal," she smiled, her arms going around his shoulders, "and I've not yet come."
"Then let us proceed," he grinned, and pressed the head of his cock between her spread thighs, and into the pinkness of her wet slit.
The Princess groaned, and kissed at Ivan's face and head, Barbi rubbing the heel of one hand against her jean-covered snatch. She moaned with the woman as she watched his foot long cock slide up into the woman's cunt. The princess arched against him, her ass cheeks twisting against his hands as he shifted his hips against hers, his big balls swinging between her thighs. Barbi gripped the crotch of her jeans, feeling the cloth damp against her palm as she squeezed it, her eyes on the red dened cock as it began to slide in and out of The Princess, her juices shining upon it, accenting the press of veins against the tight sheath of flesh.
"So full," The Princess moaned, "like you're pushing up into my throat, an'-" she cut off, her body twisting harder against him suddenly, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as the fury of her desires began to overwhelm her.
Ivan's face was even with her big tits, and he kissed the hard nubs, and kissed and nibbled the swollen globes. She gasped, her violent writhings almost causing him to lose his footing. She bit at his throat, her long postponed orgasm shaking through her body.
"I-I'm coming! Coming!" she cried victoriously, and her voice became a scream as she felt her first orgasm roar through her, her features straining as the intense sensations overcame her.
She lurched to the side, falling to the floor, and pulled him atop her, her hips thrusting up against his pistoning tool, her cunt lips stretched wide around his trunk. Her orgasm began to recede a bit, and she laughed gaily, caressing and kissing him. She pushed up to her feet, holding him tightly to her, his feet at her knees, and she spun across the floor to drop back onto the couch which collapsed under her, only to cause them both to laugh as they continued balling.
Barbi pushed her fingers under the cut-offs and into her naked cunny, too excited to unfasten them, too intent on the couple to look away from them. The Princess cried out with another orgasm, and another, and another, each closer. Barbi's clit pulsed hotter and faster, becoming a comet that threatened to streak up her cunny.
Ivan groaned, shaking, clutching The Princess, and his massive prick pulled partially from her, and Barbi could see it spasming with his orgasm, jerking as his come roared through it, and up into the woman's voracious depths. Barbi shuddered, her eyes blurring as she felt herself coming. The Princess cried out, squirming and twisting, her snatch clutching at his jetting hose as her climax consumer her and as her body and brain thrust into ecstasy. Ivan pulled his prod loose, and his thick spend sprayed over the woman's muff and her belly, still gushing full blast from the lips of his head. Barbi cried out, her orgasm erupting up through her cunt as she saw the woman clutch his sticky cock, angling it up to guide the milky brew over her stomach, her tits, and to her mouth which she opened wide to catch the gizzum as if it were water from a fountain, gulping it down till it finally began to slacken.
Barbi and The Princess both went limp, their breasts heaving with their breathing. The Princess rubbed her palms over her body, bathing herself with his come. Ivan watched with a satiated grin, leaning against the back of the couch.
"I accept your proposal," she laughed, and grinned to see his cock already going erect again as if in response.
She sat up and pushed her big breasts high on her chest to lick them free of his juices, her eyes on the continued stiffening of his prick. Seeing it fully erect, she slid to her knees on the floor, turning him onto his side, and she grabbed his heavy trunk in both of her hands. He smiled, and she slowly straightened, lifting him as he balanced upon his hips, his cock hanging straight down over her face.
"Ivan the Magnificent!" she cried out in announcement, holding him high, and he released a last gush of come into her raised mouth.
She released her grip, and he somersaulted expertly to drop into her outstretched arms. Barbi applauded loudly, the woman lowered Ivan to his feet, and both of them bowed to her enthusiastic cheering and clapping, and then finally departed from the stage.
Barbi slid her hand from her cunny, and from the legging of her cut-offs, rubbing the heel of her other hand across her forehead to push back her tousled hair and dry the perspiration. She lifted the wine glass again and took a deep swallow, inhaled deeply, and then slowly let it out. She wondered what was next, the spotlight having gone out with the departure of Ivan and the woman playing The Princess, and more sounds of movement having come from the stage area as the set was changed.
A few minutes later, lights came up to reveal a turn-of-the-century private girls' school library, a dark carpet on the floor, a large fireplace, tall windows with drapes, a library table with chairs, and two big easy chairs. In one of the two chairs sat one of the women Sam had obviously referred to when he told Barbi that some of the women looked as if they might not be of age.
The girl, or woman, appeared to be fifteen at the oldest, gleaming blonde hair falling to her waist around an Alice in Wonderland face with large, blue eyes, a petite nose, and pink lips. Seated reading a book, her long, slender legs were curled up beside her. There was a suggestion of blossoming breasts beneath her school uniform, a pleated blue skirt with a bib top that fastened in a bow beneath the collar of a white blouse. Black cotton stockings showed from beneath the skirt, laced ankle boots on her feet.
The door opened, and a second student entered, taller than the first and deeply tanned. Long auburn hair hung about her shoulders, framing her face with its gleaming brown eyes and sensuous mouth. Large breasts pressed out against her uniform, the skirt shifting over a saucy ass as she approached the seated girl who was ignoring her presence. Barbi thought she looked about fifteen.
"Dominique, have you taken one of my books again?" the standing girl demanded.
"Oh, here!" Dominique snapped, and tossed the book toward the auburn-haired girl. "Take your silly book," she added petulantly as the book struck the floor, and she slouched down in the chair, arms folded beneath her breasts, her chin almost touching the base of her throat.
"At least put it back where you took it from if you can't hand it back," the other girl said coldly, looking at Dominique sharply.
"Getting too old to bend over, Deena?" Dominique asked sarcastically, glancing up.
"Pick it up," Deena directed threateningly.
"Oh, all right," Dominique reluctantly gave in after a moment, and got up.
The girl bent from the waist, her knees bending slightly to lower her hand to the leather bound volume. Deena lifted an eyebrow as the blue skirt arched up, draping the sweet uptilt of Dominique's fanny. A malicious smile playing her lips, Deena lifted one leg, her skirt and petticoat raising from stocking and boot, and she kicked out.
Dominique yelped with surprise as the sole and heel of Deena's boot struck the cleave of her buttocks, throwing her forward and off balance. She sprawled on the carpet and spun around, her hands clenched against the arabesque weave as she sat up.
"Getting too old to bend over, Dominique?" Deena mocked.
"You can take your book and stick it up your smelly puss!" Dominique yelled angrily.
"You dirty mouthed-" Deena began, kicking out at Dominique as she began to stand, but cut off when Dominique caught her foot, jerking up with a twisting motion to throw Deena off her feet.
Deena hit the floor, the florid embroidery of her petticoat's lace hem dancing in the air as it and her skirt billowed up. Dominique sat back on her calves, laughing as Deena shoved her skirt down from the bare thighs atop the black cotton stockings.
"You-you," Deena spluttered, raising up to her knees, her fingers curled into claws, "bitch!" and she lept at the younger girl.
Dominique rolled quickly to the side, and Deena fell across her legs, her fingernails catching the back of the girl's blouse. The sound of the fabric shredding was loud, Dominique's scramble to free her legs pulling the garment from Deena's hand, and the blouse hung open in the back, revealing Dominique's camisole. Deena grabbed at the girl's legs to prevent her escape, and Dominique twisted around, striking out to catch Deena across the face with the back of her hand. Momentarily stunned, Deena's hold loosened, one stocking pulling down around Dominique's ankle as she swung her legs free.
A fierce expression on her face, Deena shook her head to clear it, and saw Dominique pushing up from hands and knees to stand. She grabbed out, catching the torn blouse, and the camisole beneath it, swinging back hard. The already torn blouse pulled loose from under the bib top of the uniform skirt, buttons flying, and the camisole joined it in Deena's hands as Dominique rolled across the floor, her long hair masking her face like spun gold. With a snarled laugh, Deena stood, tossing the ruined garments aside as she approached her fellow student. On her side, Dominique's diminutive breasts were just concealed by the bib, one tongue-pink aureola shadowed but exposed, standing almost an inch high from the barely larger extension of the soft, blossoming breast. The skirt was up around her knees, the one leg bare down to the curl of her stocking at the top of the ankle boot
"Now, hand me my book," Deena directed sneeringly, her hands on her hips as she looked down at the girl who was pushing her hair from her face.
Her large, blue eyes sparking, Dominique looked up at her for a moment tensed to attack. Abruptly, she relaxed, and pushed up to her hands and knees, Deena watching with apparent pleasure as she moved across the floor on all fours obediently, the bib hanging down away from her breasts, jutting nipples with inverted tips revealed. She grasped the calfskin binding of the book and rose to her knees, turning from the waist to hold the volume up to Deena.
"That's better," Deena smirked, reveling in her victory. "And an apology is in order, I believe," she said haughtily, reaching out for the book.
Dominique's fingers opened just as Deena's hand touched the book, and it fell, Deena instinctively grasping out and down for it. The trap sprung, Dominique jabbed her thumbs into the centers of the rich spheres of Deena's tits, clutching her fingers down into the tops of the firm appendages through the girl's clothing which protected the supple flesh from her nails, tearing away as Dominique turned back from the waist, jerking Deena down in front of her, her head thumping against the carpeted floor.
Stunned, Deena lay stretched out, her bared breasts pushing out from under her, the strings of the bib torn free, her blouse and camisole now only rags like Dominique's. Dominique grabbed the hem of the girl's skirt and petticoat, and thrust them up over her back, exposing her stockinged legs, and the short legged pantaloons which were stretched tight across her saucy ass. Dominique's fingers bunched in the waistband of the linen garment, and she yanked back, tearing it from the rich globes that tremored lusciously. Auburn ringlets peeked out from between her thighs beneath the cleave of her ass cheeks.
Deena pushed up to one elbow, rubbing her forehead, her perceptions momentarily blurred as Dominique turned to grab up the fallen volume.
"I told you where to put this!" Dominique spat, flipping Deena onto her back, and she pushed one corner of the calfskin binding into the auburn curls, and into the pink cleave of the lush mound of Deena's cunny.
Deena's eyes snapped open with the shock of the soft bulk being pushed up into her, and then suddenly blazed with anger. She sat forward, grabbing the dampened book from herself, her breasts heaving, thick nubs of dark pink standing out from them. She swung the book, striking Dominique's shoulder, the girl flailing out with both hands. Deena threw her weight against the smaller girl, and they rolled on the floor, skirts and petticoats flying, legs flashing as hands sought to scratch, and to protect.
"Here, lick it clean!" Deena hissed, forcing the moist corner of the book toward Dominique's mouth, her other arm around the girl's back to grip Dominique by the upper arm, her body pinning the other arm. "Lick it," she hissed again, but just loud enough to be heard, her legs scissored to hold Dominique who twisted and squirmed against her thighs and loins.
Dominique pushed her face down against Deena's big breasts, her mouth opening wide to bite, pearly teeth indenting the silky flesh and the rim of one pink aureola Deena cried out as Dominique filled her mouth with her tit. She slapped the book against Dominique's head, unable to pull away without truly hurting herself. The girl's thighs twisted and pulled between her thighs, the inside of her mouth humid against her tit. Her arm moved slower. Dominique's bite loosened, and the movement of her body assumed a rhythm, moving slower. The book fell from limp fingers. The soft lips moved in place of the teeth, and Dominique's tongue soothed. Deena's hands stroked the waist-length blonde hair, her hips lifting against the sliding press of the girl's thighs, feeling Dominique's one bare leg against the dampening nook of her cunt. A murmur slipped from Deena's throat, and she slipped one hand under the bib of Dominique's uniform, the petite breast filled her cupped palm, the nipple chafing against the center.
Deena's ankles unlocked, and her legs slid from Dominique's, open wide to the weight of Dominique's body, their cunnies shifting lovingly together with only Dominique's clothing between. Suddenly, the door opened, and a woman stood staring at the girls who were not yet aware of her entry. Deena was naked but for skirt and bib bunched around her waist, boots, and the stockings pushed down over them while Dominique's still fastened bib was pushed between her bare breasts which Deena caressed as the girl kissed and suckled her tit, her skirt pushed up above the top of the one stocking, the other down around the ankle-high boot.
The woman was quite tall, luxuriant chestnut hair drawn back tightly from her face, and held in a bun at the back of her head. Wire-rimmed glasses rested upon the straight bridge of her nose which tapered from just below her forehead to flared nostrils, dark blue eyes looking out through the lenses from under heavy lids. Her upper lip curved slightly up to expose the edges of her bright upper teeth, her lower lip full and ripe over a strong chin, her jawline firm. Her hair being up emphasized the graceful column of her neck, her small ears delicately furled, and pale down wisps at the nape of her neck. Her shoulders were somewhat wide, but feminine, needed to balance the large breasts that thrust her fitted blouse outward, the high collared garment buttoned all the way up, its long sleeves buttoned. A purple felt skirt fell to the floor from her full hips, hanging from her big ass which the forward curve of her torso accented.
Deena's fingers loosened Dominique's pantaloons, and she pushed them down the girl's long, slender legs. Deena's eyes closed with pleasure as Dominique continued feasting on her tit, neither of them was aware of the woman's presence. Deena drew one leg up in order to press her foot down between Dominique's legs, and against the pantaloons, forcing them down and off. With her hand, she pushed the girl's skirt and petticoat up around her waist, tucking it back into the waistband, re vealing the plump mound of Dominique's cunny, the soft cleft of her slit visible through the fine, gold down of her pubic floss. Dominique's legs widened, drawing her slit open to reveal its sugar pink interior just before Deena pressed her cunt to it, auburn ringlets and wispy down pasting together around their wet fissures. Dominique groaned, their hips rolling together, and she lifted her face from Deena's breast. Their mouths joined, savoring hungrily.
"May I presume to ask what has brought about this venture, young ladies?" the woman asked without revealing any attitude by her tone, or by her expression an impression of a husky whisper being a natural aspect of her voice.
"We-we were, uh ..Deena fumbled, blinking with shock, both she and Dominique blushing as they pulled themselves to their feet, reaching to cover their bodies as best they might.
"I do not recall directing you to alter your state o dress," the woman observed, and their hands fell to their sides. Dominique's skirt was raised up in the front to exhibit her cunny, and her legs, one with the stocking still raised, and the bib just covered her breasts. Deena's pantaloons were peeking out from beneath her skirt where they hung about her ankles, and she was naked to the waist, one breast pink where Dominique had bitten, and then kissed. "I inquired as to the cause, not as to what you were doing just now-that being quite apparent," the woman said.
"I-I took a book of Deena's, Mrs. Stanford," Dominique offered in a tiny voice, her eyes on the woman's hands which grasped a pointer which she used when teaching. "She came to get it, and I was ... ugly, and made her mad."
"No, it was my fault," Deena said quickly. "I kicked her, knocking her down, and that started our fighting which led us to...." Deena trailed off, lowering her eyes with embarrassment.
"The details of your clothing's ruin?" Mrs. Stanford asked.
"I grabbed at Deena, and tore her blouse and camisole off," Dominique mumbled. "Then I tore her pantaloons off to-" and she abruptly cut off, recalling her reason.
"I tore her blouse and camisole first," Deena offered quickly in defense of Dominique.
"In order to do what?' Mrs. Stanford asked, ignoring Deena.
"To-" Dominique tried, and swallowed hard. "To push the book-into her-her puss. To make her-I'd told her to 'stick it' up there."
"But I tried to make her lick it," Deena protested.
"Why? Do you find the taste of your juices so disagreeable?" Mrs. Stanford inquired. "Surely you've tasted them from curiosity at some time-when you were diddling yourself, perhaps? You do diddle yourself, don't you?" she asked when Deena hesitated, and the girl nodded.
"I like the taste," she admitted.
"It was me biting her titty that ... changed things," Dominique explained, shifting the attention from the nervous Deena.
"Very well," Mrs. Stanford nodded. "Deena, pick up the book, and push it into Miss Dominique's 'puss,'" she directed, and a confused Deena slowly did as directed, Dominique's eyelids fluttering as the soft leather pressed up between her still hot cunt lips. "Dominique, remove it, and have Miss Deena lick your juices from it," she told the girl, who blinked, and then obeyed. "Does she taste as good, not as good, or better?" she asked Deena after the girl's long tongue had moved over the glistening calfskin.
"Better," Deena answered, looking into Dominique's eyes, her voice soft, and Dominique blushed again, but with pleasure this time.
"Bite Miss Dominique's breast, Deena," Mrs. Stanford said, and the girl responded a bit faster to this order, though she bit very softly, and kissed the delicate hillock as well, Dominique's eyes lidding with pleasure as she felt Deena's tongue against her nipple. "There, that should even things up as to any violent temptations toward retribution," Mrs. Stanford told them. "Deena, fetch me that chair," she said, indicating a straight backed, upholstered chair with the pointer. "Dominique, kneel here on all fours," she added, and had Deena set the chair right in front of Dominique. Swinging one leg over the girl, she sat down at the edge of the chair, hiking her skirts up above the tops of her beige cotton stockings. Laced boots rose to just below the knee and fine threadings of almost invisible down gleamed upon the firm, tan thighs above the stocking tops, her skirt and petticoats concealing what lay above in shadow.
"Deena, lift Miss Dominique's skirt and petticoat in the back as you did with the front," she told Deena who paused, and then reluctantly did as she was told, baring the rounded ass cheeks, the bib and one stocking now being Dominique's only pretense at covering. The woman slowly extended the slender length of wood, Dominique wincing in anticipation of stinging blows, Deena cringing with sympathy. The wood touched the tightened ass cheeks, sliding lazily over them. In a blur, the pointer rose and fell, whistling through the air to smack each buttock, Dominique gasping with surprise.
"That is all. You may now lower down against the floor," Mrs. Stanford said, and Dominique blinked with surprise at the mildness of the punishment her fanny stinging only lightly, a faint pink line showing on each globe. She pressed down against the floor, almost in the posture of supplication to royalty. "Deena, upon all fours above Dominique," the woman said, and a confused Deena did so, her hands and knees to Dominique's sides. "And raise your skirts as hers are," the woman said, and then brought the pointer down against each of Deena's raised ass cheeks, the girl's head between her knees, Dominique's face atop the black leather of her boots. "Now, reach around and unfasten my skirt and petticoats," she said, a hint of emotion entering her voice for the first time.
"Un-Unfasten your...?" Deena began, looking up in disbelief.
"We've finished with teacher-pupil discipline, have we not?" the woman asked with a trace of a smile, putting the pointer on the floor.
With a dazed smile, Deena nodded, and reached out to happily comply this time, Dominique looking at the leather-covered arches of the woman's feet in confusion as to what was happening. Mrs. Stanford raised up a few inches, and lifted skirt and petticoats up around her waist before lowering her naked fanny back to the plush covering of the chair, platinum threadings of down gauzing the pliant buttocks more thickly than her thighs. She raised the clothing up around her body, and over her head.
Deena's eyes moved from the curls of light strawberry blonde that furred the undercurve of her torso as well as her cunt, the light shimmering in the soft spinnings, up to her abdomen, the fur lightening to a white gold that gauzed it, and up to her deep navel, the pelt narrowing and becoming the almost invisible down of her thighs and buttocks. The blouse and camisole were pushed high by the lifting of the skirts. Deena's eyes lowered back to the just visible crevice of her teacher's nook, and her breath deepened, her big breasts rising and falling, the thick nubs erect. She felt her own exposed cunny dampening again.
"Now, will you remove my blouse and camisole, Deena?" the woman asked, her voice now clearly warm, the husky whisper caressing.
Deena nodded, unable to speak, and her trembling fingers moved up the front of the blouse, and then the camisole, freeing the buttons. The cloth parted to reveal the whole of her firm belly's curve, and the insides o her big breasts, the ripe domes also glinting with the pale down that was like peach fuzz upon them. Her mouth dry, Deena began to unbutton the high cuffs, and she shivered as Mrs. Stanford's knuckles brushed one o her breasts, and her hands tightened around the wrist for an instant.
The cuffs open, she eased the garments back off the woman's shoulders, and the cloth slid from the lush domes that came out to points which were capped by pale pinkish-tan aureolas, nipples like small cups until they pursed forward with arousal, as they were now, into tiny, puckered lips. From the top of the woman's beige stockings to the tops of her full breasts, her tanned body seemed to glow with a halo of light reflected from the pale fur of down.
"Now," Mrs. Stanford began, and lifted the pointer to slowly draw its length up between her vaginal lips which were at the edge of the chair, coating it lightly with her secretions. "For you, Deena," she said, handing the stick to the girl, "and you may stand. Dominique, you may roll over, if you wish," she said after Deena had stood, and Dominique did so, looking up with fascinated curiosity at Mrs. Stanford as she stood up, the toes of her boots touching the girl's shoulders. "As I had you and Dominique give each other one for one, so you may do the same as to your spankings, or in whatever proportion you feel comfortable with," she added, and lowered down to her knees which pressed Dominique's sides. "If you'll remove the chair...?" she suggested, Dominique staring up at the spread cushions of her opulent ass cheeks, seeing the down grow heavier toward the golden tan ring of her anus, ringing it like snowy fur.
Deena, feeling slightly dizzy, moved the chair back, and Mrs. Stanford shifted, lowering her face down toward the hazed slit at the center of Dominique's plump cunny, her ass thrust back and up toward Deena who stared at it raptly, her eyes dilated, her breathing ragged, the damp pointer clinched in her hands. Dominique groaned as she felt the woman's rich lips kiss down along the rim of her slit, and she gripped the full hips as the woman's tongue began to sidle down into the even pinker cove of her cunny, sending shivers of joy through her. Deena suddenly swung the pointer, bringing it down across the full, downy buttocks once, twice, and then again, forgetting about one for one. Mrs. Stanford's ass twitched, and she murmured into the delicate nook of Dominique's sex, her tongue visible as it spiraled around the girl's clit. Dominique stretched and twisted with pleasure, looking up through her eyelashes to see the woman's fanny becoming pink.
"That-that's mine too," she gasped up at Deena who stopped, blinking free of the spanking.
Deena nodded, looking down at the pointer, and she raised it to her mouth, tasting Mrs. Stanford's juices mixed with the sweat from her palm. The pointer fell, and she went to her knees, pressing her lips tenderly, contritely to the soft globes of the woman's ass, kissing where she had struck, kissing from desire and arousal. Dominique reached back, and her hands stroked the auburn ringlets of Deena's muff, her fingers sliding up into the humid fissure. All three murmured and groaned with pleasure, the teacher bobbing Dominique's pulsing clit in her lips as she caressed the soft mounds of her breasts, thumbing the raised aureolas and the hardened nipples, Dominique lifting her head to kiss at her quivering cunny as she fingered Deena's box, Deena kissing Mrs. Stanford's fanny, her hands around the woman to grip the big domes of her breasts, plucking at the puckered lips of her nipples.
The woman's knees weakened as her arousal mounted, and they helped her stretch out on her side without interrupting her suckling of Dominique's clit, Deena's lips pressing snowy fur as her tongue spiraled, Dominique's mouth pressing into the light strawberry blonde fur as her tongue began to seek the woman's clit. Deena's hands replaced the woman's at Dominique's breasts as Mrs. Stanford gripped the girl's sweet fanny, holding her cunny up to her mouth as the girls" mouths met in her slit to tongue around her clit in an impassioned kiss. Their bodies shifted, and Deena's mouth centered in on her clit, Dominique's mouth replacing her hands at Deena's cunt, licking up into the cloven thatch of auburn ringlets, up into the broiling wetness. Their faces pressed into one another's quivering and pulsing snatches, their torsos forming a triangular daisy chain as their mouths continued to evoke delights, their hands caressing big breasts and small, kneading bright pink nubs, tonguing pink juts with inverted tips and pale pinkish-tan nubs like pursed lips, stroking and fingering asses as the pulsing of their cunnies quickened into what seemed a single beat. Auburn hair, golden blonde, and strawberry blonde hair flowed over flesh and carpet, shining with the light as did Mrs. Stanford's downy body.
Barbi's fingers curled inward, up into the broil of her cunny which seemed to pulse with the three women's, the back of her hand pushing the cut-offs out from her until the snap popped open, her vision blurring, a roaring filling her ears. The women rolled and writhed, the light centering on them, swirling over them as the room disappeared in darkness. Lips flexed and twisted, tongues curled and licked, hands caressed, fingers probed, legs thrashed, bellies tightened and rolled, asses clenched and thrust, and the cunts of four women shimmered and sparked into consuming ovens of ecstasy, their minds flashing, their nooks spasming, their clits blazing, and they came, three crying out into the others' bodies, Barbi crying out over the three bodies.
As she lay gasping in the big, padded chair, Barbi was half-aware of the light gradually fading from the stage, the scene of the three women with their blissful smiles of satiation merging with the darkness. The zipper of her pants having slid open, Barbi let her hand drop free of the wet plume of auburn, not bothering to try and cover up, but reaching out with her other hand for the wine glass. Finding that it had been refilled, she drank deeply, her breathing easing.
Once more, after sounds which she did not hear, the lights came up on the stage area. This time there was only a circular floor with a mirror in a seven-foot-high frame with legs, the mirror area reaching from just above the floor to the upper frame which was carved into entwined figures of lovers, male and female. Facing away from Barbi, and into the mirror, a figure was staring at the reflection. Looking over the person's shoulder, she was not certain if it were a man or woman, jet black hair falling to the collar of a loose fitting Indian shirt, loose wide-legged trousers below that. The face, due perhaps to the fighting, could have been either male or female while suggesting neither a homosexual nor a lesbian, a face of gypsy beauty with gold flecked eyes.
Curious, Barbi stared as the person's hands lifted to begin slowly unbuttoning the shirt. The light faded a little, and she frowned with momentary irritation at the prospect of being denied an answer, but the lights came back up only to reveal the shirt opened only enough to show the center of stomach and belly, not enough to determine gentler. The hands moved to the pants, eased the button free, held the cloth together, and eased the zipper downward. The hands lifted back up toward the shirt, and the cloth of the pants parted slightly, revealing a thick cock. Barbi smiled, not minding as much as the lights began to fade again, at least knowing that she was watching a man. The lights went out completely this time, staying out for a few moments.
Just as she was starting to become impatient, the lights came back up, the hands holding the shirt closed, the pants adjusted slightly higher so that she could only see ebon pubic hair. The hands drew apart, opening the shirt to reveal large, spherical breasts standing out firmly, capped with pale orange nubs, the belly below supple.
Barbi frowned with confusion. She knew that she had seen the prick, but now she saw breasts as well. Perhaps the prick had been phony, a dildo made to look real as a result of lighting, and the abridged view caused by the pants. Again the lights went out, and again came back up a few moments later. The shirt again hung down loosely, concealing what lay beneath, but the pants were fully open in the front, a huge cock with a bulbous head hanging free over large balls. Barbi's cunt again quivered warmly.
Then, the stage area began to slowly revolve, and the hands opened the shirt as the person before the mirror was moved around for a side view. The shirt fell away, dropping to the floor, the breasts bared again. Barbi stared in amazement for a moment, and then suddenly realized that there were two separate people on the stage, the frame having no glass in it. Identical twins, brother and sister, lowered their pants, and stepped free of them, their movements perfectly timed together, left to right.
The edge of the mirror toward her, the man and woman continued to consider their "reflections," and Barbi stared with fascinated arousal, the man as masculine as the woman was feminine despite the similarity of their features. His was a strong, lithely muscled body, as tan as his sister's. Her hips were full, her legs shapely, an ebon plume that was almost identical to Barbi's in formation if not color ran up the center of her cunt, her buttocks full globes. Curiosity and amazement slackened, Barbi sat watching their beautiful young bodies, but suddenly leaned forward as they moved, her mouth open in surprise at what she saw.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The brother and sister" leaned forward, music just barely audible, and their lips touched their own stomachs. Barbi's eyes were wide as they kissed themselves, their mouths moving down, hers into the jet plume, his to the base of his hardening shaft.
The woman's tongue-tip parted the twinings of ebony from over her slit, and his pressed against the top of his shaft, moving out along its great, erect length. Her breasts rubbed her own stomach, her hands caressing and kneading her buttocks, his pressing the heels down against the more muscular cushions of flesh. Barbi's fingers slid back into her opened cut-offs, back into her exposed cunny.
Never having even seen a traditional double-jointed act on television, she stared with awe as the woman's tongue eased into her slit, the man's mouth coming to the fat knob of his prod. The thought that they looked about eighteen years old passed through Barbi's mind for some reason. The man's mouth opened, and took in the lavender bulb of his head, the woman's tongue sinking fully into the damp fissure of her cunt. He raised his head, his cock lifting with it, and he began to sheath the big ramrod in his mouth, his cheeks drawing in around it. Her tongue slid up and down within her underbelly, her hands reaching back to cup her full ass cheeks, his stroking his big balls. Barbi pushed her cut-offs from between her fanny and the edge of the chair, kicking them away as her fingers flowed between her spread thighs.
The man's shoulder muscles shifted, and he looked like a jazz trumpet player bent over, seeking some unattainable note, trumpet replaced with cock, valves with balls, the woman looking as if she were seeking entry up into herself in some exotic magic act where she would disappear within herself. The twins swayed, their mouths quickening the pace, their bodies tensing, and they groaned hoarsely, the woman shaking with her orgasm, the man gulping again and again as he came, finally opening his lips from around his spasming cock, the pale brew still easing from the lips of his bulbous head, coating it. Still bent forward, they swung their arms around, straight out from their bodies like ballet dancers', and their fingertips touched, recapturing the impression of a mirror being within the frame. They seemed to be in two separate rooms, the side of the frame toward Barbi, or in two dimensions. The stage eased around, and she was looking past the sister.
Gradually, the twins straightened, looking into one another's eyes, their fingertips still pressing together, their breathing heavy, the woman's full breasts rising and falling, their expressions intense with desire, his cock softening only slightly, her slit gleaming as the stage continued to slowly revolve. She took a step back, and he took a step forward, over the frame. Another precise, flowing movement of synchronized grace, and they were both on the same side of the frame, the light fading from the area on the other side, the sounds of Swan Lake playing very softly, their movements in time to the caress of the music.
Her hands lifted in his, and she leaned forward from the waist with her weight on one leg, the other extended back even with her body, the foot arched. The raven sheen of her hair spilled down off her shoulders as her face came even with the rehardening length of his shaft, and her full lips opened to press against the shimmering bauble of his head in a blossoming kiss that drew it into her mouth, her cheeks shadowed as she suckled the rich juices from his flesh, his face lifting up with pleasure.
The woman's mouth moved down till she had filled it with as much of his trunk as she could hold, and then she began to raise up, the O of her lips sliding up the engorged shaft and away from the pinkish head as her leg lowered, her body straightening, and then leaning back, her hands going to her hips with his as her head almost touched the floor between the heels of her feet, her slit thrust up toward the spar of his sex. Their hands tightly linked, she raised a leg up alongside him, caressing him from calf to stomach, her leg then curling around his waist, the pink bell of his cock touching her cunt lips. The inside of her knee gripping his side, his arm muscles standing out as he supported her, she lifted her other leg, her hair flowing over the flooring, and her other leg curled around him, her ankles linking at the small of his back. Her heels pressed the tops of his buttocks, her thighs moving toward him, and his cock began to slide up into her nook, the woman's head back, her hair now above the floor.
His cock sank all the way into her, his ebon pubic hair meshing with the plume of hers. He drew her up into his arms, hers around his neck, and their hips began to undulate and roll together. The woman's legs released his waist, straightening to move outward from her sides. His hands at her waist, he moved her body out from his, her cunny sliding out along his cock, revealing its wet shaft, and then bringing her body back to his, faster and faster until she suddenly brought her legs together, tightening her cunt around his prod. She arched her body back from the waist, pivoting upon his churning rod until her legs were curved back with the line of her body, her feet still off the ground as she then moved them forward and between his legs.
He lowered his face to the pale orange nubs of her nipples, her heels against the floor behind him. He eased down into a crouch, and her arms moved back behind her, her palms meeting the floor. She lay back, spreading her arms, her fanny lifting, and then her legs. Their features tremored with the ecstasies the shifting of their coupled loins brought them, his cock churning around within the movements of her box. Her weight upon her shoulders, she raised her legs and torso before him, and his thighs moved under hers, his buttocks against the floor. Spread-eagled, they both stretched out, her thighs over his, their joined bodies still moving together, his cock rotating within the counter-revolutions of her nook.
Naked except for her T-shirt, Barbi was slouched down to the edge of the chair, her legs spread out be fore her, her elbows at her sides as her fingers curled and caressed inside her cunny, her thumbs rolling her clit, her eyes fixed on the twins as their legs drew up to press their feet down against the floor, raising their asses from the stage, his balls rolling against her anal cleavage as his cock pressed up under her clit and the top of her channel. They thrust back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of view, their faces showing their arousal, his shaft swollen with pounding heat that echoed throughout him, her cunt glutted with his prick, the walls of her box burning around it.
Their asses lowered back to the floor, their legs extending, and they began to raise up from their waists, their torsos doubling over, and their mouths joined in a deep, probing kiss that lowered down to the base of his cock and the top of her slit, which opened to include the thrusting thickness and wet cleave, their tongues licking his shaft and her clit as their hips continued to roll, his hands caressing her breasts, her hands moving under them to stroke his balls.
She moaned, his cock and tongue thrusting and turning within her snatch, against her clit, his hands squeezing her nipples.
He groaned, her tongue curling around the base of his shaft, her cunny stroking and squeezing his throbbing cock, her fingers strumming his root and playing the balls beneath.
Their bodies rocked back and forth upon the curves of their backs, his come again straining to escape his balls, his mind submerged in the pleasures coursing through him, her clit flashing faster and faster, her cunt now a raging hive of sensory riches.
Their features began to twist with the approach of their climaxes, and Barbi fought to keep her eyes open, her fingers pulling her own release ever closer. Suddenly, the twins' bodies arched back, ecstatic faces lifting from their writhing loins, their legs pulling up, and their feet pushed against the floor, forcing their bodies up until they were supported by calves and forearms, forearms and legs that moved back and forth, their loins lifting as his cock raced in and almost out of her flexing slit. They trembled and swayed, their movements becoming erratic, and rose up from their waists and into one another's arms, their knees dropping to the floor. His face lifted, his mouth opening wide for a hoarse growl of release as he came, her teeth indenting his shoulder as she climaxed. His cock pulled almost free of her, and Barbi's breath caught in her throat as she saw his massive trunk twitch and spasm like a hose as it shot his load up into his sister, their mixed juices foaming out around the shivering pink of her cunt lips' grasp upon his rod. He thrust back in, and they hugged one another tightly. Their climax began to gradually recede, and they eased toward the floor, the lights dimming until they were hidden by the darkness.
Other acts followed, and Barbi watched with interest and arousal, but the twins stayed in her mind, along with their double-jointed lovemaking. After a time, the lights came up in the big cabin, and she looked up to see Sam refilling her wine glass, still wearing his king costume. He smiled appreciatively at her wet slit and fingers, her legs limp.
"I gather you liked the show," he grinned, sitting on the arm of the chair to hold the glass to her lips, and she mumbled agreement.
"What're the twins' names?" she asked, sitting up a little.
"Jeb and Carly," he smiled.
"Well, I sure wish I was old enough, and had a special talent, so's I could join your circus," she said, testing her legs as she slowly stood, and she picked up her cutoffs.
"Me too," he nodded, kissing the tips of his fingers, and he pressed them to her slit as he kissed her mouth. "You'll probably find Jeb out front, if you're interested."
"What about his sister?" she asked, interested.
"It's not a romance," he told her, and lightly slapped her pillowy fanny as she debated going outside, Barbi grinning with a blush in reaction.
"Yknow," she said, pausing on her way toward the door, "I thought horses only counted with their hooves."
"Not in this circus," he laughed. "Don't catch cold," he said, nodding toward the cut-offs in her hand as she began to go outside.
"Modesty'd seem a bit silly here," she shrugged, and stepped out into the moonlight, smiling as she saw Jeb coming around from behind the cabin, wearing a terrycloth robe.
"How'd you like the show?" he asked, glancing toward the still damp auburn plume of her cunny.
"Very much. Especially you and your sister's act."
"Guess that means Sam's signing us up," he smiled.
"Could I," she began, gesturing toward his crotch, "see it?" she asked with a trace of timidity, and he nodded, motioning with his hand for her to help herself.
She sucked at her lower hp for a moment with anticipation, and glanced up with a shy grin before reaching out to part the robe beneath the belt. She parted the cloth, and his cock came up, fully erect. She blinked with surprise, and they shared a grin before she touched her fingertips to the taut sheath of flesh, tracing the blue and lavender veins visible through it. She touched the pinkish bulb's satin smoothness and the lips, finding them damp with a drop of pre-come. She curled her hand around the trunk, just able to squeeze the tip of her thumb to the tip of her middle finger, and then hefted his scrotum in her palm, feeling the weight of his big balk.
"You're the biggest I've ever seen," she said, and realized that only included Johnny, Uncle Carl, and the others at the circus.
"Well, you're the closest thing I've had to a groupie," he grinned, his eyelids lowered by the warm waves flowing out from her touch. "Like to join me in my cabin for a private performance?"
"Yeah," she nodded eagerly, and got her flight bag from Sam's car, Jeb watching her pillowy ass cheeks bobbing as she moved away, and her pink slit winking as she returned. "What about Carly?" she asked as they went to his cabin, his arm around her shoulders.
"She's with the albino who can touch the tip of his tongue up between his eyes-the one who plucked grapes from the inside of the Tahitian dancer's cunny while she danced."
"Good," she smiled. "I want to fuck with you first," she said, putting the bag down as he closed the door behind them.
"'First'?" he smiled, unbelting the robe as she drew her T-shirt up over the pout of her firm belly, and over her wide-set breasts.
"Sure, or is she uptight about women?" Barbi asked, lowering her mouth to his engorged cock, and she sat on the edge of the bed, her hands stroking his thighs, moving up toward his balls.
"Oh, no " he laughed, easing her back onto the bed with him. "Just wondered if you were, and just meant you two making love with me," he explained, and tightened his lips around one of her long nipples, his one hand cupping her breast, the other moving down her belly to cup the warm mound of her cunt, her plume soft to the touch.
"Nope, with both of you," Barbi smiled, her voice low as he slid his joined fingers into her slit. "Is it better eating yourself than somebody doing it to you?" she asked, her lips gliding along his dorsal vein as she thumbed the head.
"Just different, except you can't lay back and just dig it," he smiled, letting her nipple slip free, and he kissed her slowly, their tongues sensuously swimming together, their hands between one another's legs.
He raised up, turning his head toward her cunny, and Barbi thought for a moment that he was going to go down on her. Instead, he knelt over her hips, and leaned forward on his hands, looking back under him to guide his prick into the dock of her nook. He moved back on his knees, sliding his big tool up into her glistening quiver. She clutched her legs, her back arching as she felt her cunny stretching with his thickness that seemed to continue sliding up into her forever, his balls finally rolling up against the top of her damp mound as he began to sit up, the base of his dorsal vein caressing her already pulsing clit. She clasped his hips as he sat back on his calves, his hips angling down, the top of his prod pressing down more firmly the deeper it went, the base pressing up more firmly as it approached her clit from within. She fondled his ass and his balls, groaning with joy as he began to revolve his hips, his cock swirling the tingling heat into a broiling swelter, bobbing her clit into a faster pulsation. His double-jointed shoulders pressed back, his arms moving as if he were facing her, and his hands glided over her breasts, gradually tightening around the supple domes, squeezing the yearning ache within them.
Her cunt flexed and tugged around him, working the flesh around and along the meat of his cock, her hips thrusting her cervix's smooth firmness around his head, her fingers moving around his swelling balls. He moved his palms up and down the tender insides of her thighs, both of them murmuring, their eyes closing. He pressed his finger into the rich juices of her nook, lubricating it to slide it up into the pink bud of her anus.
She groaned, her fanny twisting against the sheets, her cunt tightening around him. The motion of his finger was in rhythm with that of his cock, and she could feel them rubbing together through the separating membrane. Her mind seemed to be filled with roaring static, her every nerve ending glowing. She gasped, her shoulders pressing back as her face lifted, and she cried out, the pulsings and shivers of warm pleasure joining into spasms of hot joy, her body rocked by her orgasm, flares of bright light patterning the darkness behind her eyelids, her cunt wrenching around the great vector he continued to roll and thrust, his balls seeming to expand in her hands.
Then, just as her orgasm began to recede, the ability to grasp thoughts beginning to return, his legs stretched up along her sides, his cock lowering to maintain its rhythm from right in front of her channel, and he doubled his body over, pressing his mouth to the base of her slit, his tongue sliding in under the top of his shaft, the base strumming under her clit, his fingers sliding under her fanny, his weight on his elbows. The quieting explosions of her release suddenly roared back to life and began to intensify as his cock raced within the quivering oven of her snatch, bobbing her clit's pulse into a speeding staccato, his tongue licking her vaginal lips into a tingling collar of fire, his palms rolling her ass cheeks together, one finger diddling her anus. She clutched his legs for support, her head craning back, her hair swirling around her face, her mouth open wide with a silent scream as her whole central nervous system seemed to be buffeted and pounded by a raging sea of ecstasy.
Her cunt contracted and expanded maddeningly around his cock, electrifying it, waves of shimmering joy crackling through its length, building in his swollen balls. His mind swam, the waves quickening, building in his brain as well. His hands tightened around her soft buttocks, his cock pistoning, his balls like suns about to nova. They both cried out in ragged gasps, losing control of their bodies, limbs twitching, torsos bucking, his come exploding from his balls, her clit cascading, his cock spasming his roaring come up into her gulping snatch, her climax zooming through her, sending her into rapturous satiation, his spend rocketing through him to erupt like fireworks.
They sagged limply together, gasping for air, their flesh glistening. Eventually, he pulled himself around, dropping alongside her, and she hugged him, kissing his face.
"Dee-licious," she beamed. "My compliments to the chef."
"We aims to please," he grinned. "When-" he began, only to cut off as lights suddenly moved across the window shades, the sound of cars audible. "I hope this isn't what-" and he opened the bottom of one of the shades to peek out and see that it was what he thought it was, several sheriffs cars parked in front of the main cabin, lights flashing. "It's a raid," he told her in a hushed voice. "The only thing they could nail us on is you-making out that you're working for Sam," he explained quickly. "So, you'd better beat it out the window, and through the woods," he advised, picking up her cut-offs, T-shirt, and bag. "Maybe we and Carly can get together another time," he said as she stood. "We'll be back in the area in about four or five days, and we could stay over if you want."
"Oh, yeah," she nodded, stepping up onto a chair as he slid the window open. "There's a chain diner about ten miles east of here. In five days?" she asked, slipping a leg over the sill, and he nodded with a grin. "And I'll practice relaxing my ass so I can try you that way too," she smiled. "Give this to Carly for me," she said, perched on the edge of the sill, and she kissed him deeply for a moment. Bye," she whispered, and dropped to the ground, disappearing quickly into the dark woods.
He eased the window down with a look of regret at the interruption, and then shrugged philosophically as he moved the chair to the side, glad they would be able to meet again. He heard footsteps approaching the door, and pulled his robe on. There was a hard knock, and the door was thrust open. He turned toward the sheriff with a pleasant smile.
"Alone, huh?" the man frowned, glancing around the cabin, and stalked off back toward his car and men.
Barbi moved out of the woods, finding herself at the edge of a moonlit pasture. She blinked with surprise at the sight of a stallion mounting a mare, their trilling whinnies drifting toward her.
"Know just how y'feel," she chuckled, rubbing her hand over her still tingling cunt. She took a deep breath, and let it out with a small sigh, looking forward to being with Jeb again, and with his twin sister.
Having watched the horses come, Barbi walked on, passing through a line of trees to the edge of a road. She put on her clothes and sat down out of sight so that she could make sure she would not be thumbing a ride with one of the sheriffs cars. She fell asleep there, waking toward dawn, hearing a vehicle approaching. She stood, seeing that it was a mini-bus, and moved to the edge of the road. The bus stuttered to a halt, and the door before her slid open. Due to the early light, she was uncertain of the age of the two young men smiling at her from inside.
"I'm Roy," the one closest to her smiled, helping her in.
"I'm Walt," the driver nodded, the door sliding closed behind her, and he started the bus forward again. "Headed anywhere in particular?"
"No, just hitchin' around," she smiled, glancing toward the rear of the bus, seeing a mattress, and other signs that they had been living out of the bus for a while. "You two?"
"Just comin' unhitched," Walt chuckled as Roy put a match to a corncob pipe. "Were you in a hurry earlier?" Walt asked, nodding toward her cut-offs, and she looked down to see that they were unzipped, her auburn plume framed by the metal teeth.
"Looks like it, huh?" she nodded with a smile, taking the pipe Roy offered as he held in the smoke, and she watched him for a moment before imitating the manner of inhaling the acrid tasting smoke, unconcerned about the exposure of her cunny.
"It isn't the best grass," Walt said, taken by her lack of self-consciousness, and he drew on the pipe.
"Well, if you're not going to unzip, I guess I'll zip up," she said challengingly, letting the smoke drift out of her lungs.
"Yes, very poor manners on our part," Roy nodded, and he and Walt turned their crotches toward her.
"My name's Barbi," she smiled, catching the tabs of their zippers with each hand, and she slid them down from the hardened mounds of their crotches, their faces showing their pleasure as her fingers curled in to pull their cocks into view. Of better than average length, Walt's prick was as thick as Jeb's, Roy's as long while being of better than average thickness. She smiled, recalling the interruption of her and Jeb's evening of lovemaking, and thinking how it was as if his massive cock had been divided into two. cocks. "Can I have you both at once?" she asked, taking the pipe Roy held out to her lips.
A few minutes later, the bus was parked off to the side of the road, Barbi having stripped Walt and Roy in the meantime. Walt raised her T-shirt as Roy opened the snap of the cut-offs. Naked, they moved into the back of the bus. They watched with bemused smiles as she went to her hands and knees on the mattress, directing Roy around behind her upraised fanny, drawing Walt down to his knees, his erect cock before her face.
Her tongue flicked out under the bulbous head, and along the dorsal vein of Walt's thick shaft, her hands cupping his hips as she spread her thighs in front of Roy's, Roy's palms gliding over the silky softness of her ass, his head dipping in the wet cleave of her cunt.
Walt leaned forward, caressing her back, and then sliding his hands under her to cup her wide breasts, his face tightening as her lips began to work up toward his body, her tongue kneading the underside of his shaft as she took it fully into her mouth, tightening her cheeks around its thickness. Lip-buffered teeth rolled the base as her hands moved inward to graze the fine hairs of his scrotum, electric tremors sparking through his balls, his cock throbbing warmly in the tightening and relaxing pull of her mouth as the soft blade of her tongue slid up and down his dorsal vein. His cockhead bobbed in her throat while her hot breath rushed around it. The contact against the moistness of the lavender bulb sent icy chills up through the hot waves filling his cock, their meeting sending a shudder of pleasure up his spine.
A moan escaped his throat and his hands tightened around her tits, her long nipples hard against the soft centers of his palms, her fingers pressing up through his scrotum to knead his thick root, bobbing his swollen balls to the sides. Additional flarings of arousal moved up through his body toward his clouding brain as his hips pressed forward, and her mouth tightened around the thrust of his fat rod, tugging the sheath of his flesh over the burning bulk, her fanny twisting back against Roy's flat stomach, the head of his cock drifting unhurriedly over the glistening lips of her slit.
He began to arch his long prod up into her in response to her sensuous movements, rolling his hips to skim it over the walls of her channel in a spiraling ascent, the wet silk of her snatch gripping at him. Her clit pulsed as his dorsal vein rubbed up under the glowing pearl to send currents of feathery bliss through her body. She undulated her stomach as his hands moved up the satin smoothness of her inner thighs in order to caress the cloven mound of her jewel box. His thumbs found the crowning gem of her clit, and rolled it down against the pumping of his tool, his head flattening out deep within her, skiing over the wet slopes of her depths, his tool throbbing with eye-closing joy.
One of her hands reached back under her to cup the swollen eggs of his balls. His mouth was against her back as he murmured with delight at the tremoring rich palpitations drifting and spinning through him. His nuts haloed with keen dartings of joy, his cock tremoring in the humid strokings of her underbelly, her pillowy fanny rubbing over his stomach as she began to murmur around the thick cock which her mouth pulled up and down. Walt's fingers tweaked her nipples as he molded his hands around the aching of her tits; Roy's fingers crimped the surging radiance of her clit against the loving piston of his shaft, her hive burnished by his rise and fall, the envelope of her mound engorged with luxuriant heat as his fingers massaged it against the jostle of his thrusts, her mind spangled by bright flashes of ecstasy, her palms filled with their quaking balls; her fingers burnishing their roots, their three voices merged into a single groan. The men's cocks tremored with the drumming rhythms of their flaring raptures and there balls were crowded with the bubbling heat of their spend as her mouth and cunny were glutted with their cocks. Roy's length felt as if it were going to rise up into her throat to join with Walt's as it raced in and out of it, creating the sensation for her of one vast prick running through her body, skewering her in the flames of carnal consumption. Orgasms flashed through her, tightening her mouth and cunt around their pounding flesh, the thighs of all three pressing down against their calves and heels as their minds and bodies reeled in the cresting waves of their raptures. The cyclonic funnel of their flesh spun in her mouth and throat and cunt; their balls swelled and contracted with the rage of their come; nipples and clit flared into points of blinding light that blossomed through them, their groans rising into gasping moans as their balls thrashed with their quest for release, throat and cunny clutching with the zooming acceleration, encasing the racing flesh, flesh garlanded with a consuming vibration, eyes squinting tighter, hands tightening, knees digging into the mattress, ecstasy ricocheting, come bursting the dams, loins stuttering with convulsive rockings of sanity, gizzum frothing and roaring, lips hosing it into her voracious gulpings, their bodies trembling and swaying, muscles twitching and jumping. Lungs tightened as the apex of their climax overwhelmed them, their arms dropping heavily, their minds floating in the humming infinity of their fulfillment, satisfaction flowering throughout them. And they sank in slow motion to the mattress, limp, and gasping for air, bliss painting their faces.
A few miles along the road the mini-bus was parked next to, a sixteen-year-old girl was approaching to hitch a ride. Her name was Mia Wadsworth, and she was gradually making her way back toward home, in no particular hurry to reach the cold mansion where she lived when not in private schools.
Silver blonde ringlets crowned her head, gold eyes looking out from a face of sculpted features, her mouth full and sensuous. A pale orange blouse of tricot hazily revealed her big, pointed breasts, her nipples and aureolas looking like dark shadows. Above her stockinged legs, a tan jersey skirt was molded to her firm thighs, and to the cheeks of her full ass. She set her small suitcase before her beige shoes, and looked up the road, considering the vehicles that passed, a breeze shifting her hair.
Barbi's upper thighs rested on Roy's, his legs stretched up along her sides, his rehardened cock shifting in her see-sawing cunny. His curled legs at their sides, Walt's tongue wove with Barbi's inside her mouth, his hands caressing her breasts, his cock squeezed in above Roy's in her slit, the thickness of his shaft buoying her quivering clit, Roy's long cock deep within her. His arms around her hips, Roy's hands stroked her belly, his heels pressing down while he held her clit out to roll against Walt's cock.
As their pricks had seemed to join into one that ran through her body, they now seemed to merge into one especially thick, Roy's dorsal vein racing up and down the base of her slit, the top of Walt's shaft rubbing her clit and the top of her passage. She caressed Roy's legs and Walt's buttocks and their cocks again speeded her toward ecstatic release from the intense arousal they'd covered her flesh with, filled her body with. Roy's balls rubbed against her twisting ass cheeks, his cock and Walt's bucking with the approach of their orgasms. She laughed joyfully, in a delirium at bringing them to climax at the same time, and her cunny spasmed around the convulsions of the double-barreled cock, their spend blasting up into her, mixing into a rich brew that filled her quaking nook, spilling out into their meshed pubic hair as they murmured with their fulfillment.
"Ummm, but I feel greedy," Barbi hummed a few minutes later, and sucked their cocks into her mouth, washing them with her tongue until the combination of her juices and theirs was gone, and they were growing erect again. "Danger-soft shoulders," she smiled. "Fore and aft this time?" she asked the amazed, smiling young men.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A country music station on the radio, Walt was playing along on his fiddle while Roy drove. Wearing one of Walt's T-shirts, which reached down to the middle of her thighs, Barbi was stretched out on the mattress in the back, propped up against the heavy pillows as she read an underground comic book, casually drawing on a corncob pipe Roy had filled for her.
Walt nudged Roy as he began to slow toward a stop, and they both looked at the girl ahead with her thumb extended for a ride. Putting his fiddle aside, Walt pulled open the sliding door, and Mia picked up her bag, letting him help her up into the mini-bus.
"Going far on this highway?" she asked, her voice melodic.
"Far as we can," Walt grinned.
"It's quite possible," she smiled, noting the bulge at the crotch of his jeans. "I'm bushed, and ... a familiar odor," she smiled, her nostrils quivering.
"Third room in the rear, and there's a mattress you can crash on," Roy smiled, and she nodded her thanks, moving into the back of the bus, Roy and Walt's eyes on the rolling movement of her full ass.
"I do believe we musta done somethin' right," Walt mused happily, taking his fiddle up again to begin a reel.
"It does seem that way," Roy grinned, pulling away from the side of the road, a medium sized city just visible in the distance. "We may not be gettin' a lotta rest at the rest stops, but...." and he trailed off with a happy smile, Walt's music rolling through the bus.
"My name's Mia," she smiled, putting her bag down, and Barbi looked up with a bleary smile.
"Mine's Barbi. Have a toke?" she asked, pushing up to a sitting position as she held out the pipe. "You hitchin too?" Barbi asked-as Mia sat down on the bed, her lips pursing around the pipe stem as she drew hard.
"Yeah," she answered in a tight voice, holding the smoke in. "You're not with them?" she asked.
"For the present," Barbi smiled. "Just travelin' around, enjoying things," she added, accepting the pipe, and crossing her legs Indian style.
"Enjoyin' them?" Mia asked with a grin.
"Yeah, they're easy-going, and good lays," she added upon seeing the gleam in Mia's eyes.
"Good t'hear," Mia said with satisfaction, rummaging in her bag, and she laid a self-developing camera on the bed.
"Hey, that'd be neat t'have when...." Barbi smiled, and exchanged the pipe for a package of mints.
"You've never had one around when you were ballin'?" Mia asked, and Barbi shook her head. "Yeah, these are some I've taken, or had taken recently," she said, and handed a manila envelope to the interested girl, her eyes moving up Barbi's legs to the T-shirt which hiked up to just under her naked cunny as she shifted forward.
"Um-m," Barbi hummed with a pleasurable smile as she saw pictures of Mia with men, with women, and immersed with groups, cocks, tongues, fingers, and dildoes in every orifice of her body. "Wow, but that's a beautiful one," she remarked, indicating the cock of one of the men.
"Yeah, just about the biggest dong I've ever had, but he didn't know how t'use it," Mia said sadly. "But this one ... he knew," she grinned, pointing out an averaged sized prick. "It's nice to have pics t'look at when things're going slow-makes it easier gettin' into the only kind o'nostalgia I give a shit for."
"Can we take some of each other?" Barbi asked, looking at a photo of Mia and a young girl with long blonde hair, the two 69ing.
"We'll get it on," Mia grinned, tugging her blouse free of her skirt, and she unbuttoned it as Barbi pulled the large T-shirt off, shaking out her hair with a grin.
As Mia moved her eyes up from Barbi's auburn plume to her soft breasts' aroused, inch-long nipples, Barbi's eyes moved up the long legs, seeing white lace garter belt snaps attached to her stockings. She moved closer, her pink slit showing as she slid the tan jersey of Mia's skirt above the stocking tops. Mia felt the girl's fingers caress her flesh as she undid the stockings, and she rolled them slowly down and off, using her palms. Mia opened the blouse, letting the pale orange slide down her tan arms, and off her big, pointed breasts, wide set like Barbi's. She motioned for Barbi to finish undressing her, and Barbi undid the soft skirt, her lips very near one of the girl's dark pink nipples. She kissed it, and slid the skirt down as Mia lifted her full ass. Barbi stared with delighted surprise at the girl's cunny. Though silver blonde ringlets crowned her head, her loins were hairless, the plump mound of her cunt seeming especially naked. Smiling at her reaction, the skirt off, Mia opened her legs wider, the delicate furrow opening to reveal the pink silk lining of the living purse.
Barbi looked up slowly, and their eyes met, joyous and eager. Barbi lifted the camera, and clicked off a shot of Mia laying stretched out on the mattress. Again and again the camera clicked, and photos were added to the pile of pictures Mia had brought with her, pictures of the girls fingering themselves, of Mia pressing her breasts up high to kiss the nipples, and of each posing at different angles.
"YTcnow," Mia said, finishing reloading the camera, "this has a timer setting on it," she smiled sensuously, her gold eyes shining as Barbi reached out to press her fingertips against the plump cheeks of her cunny. "It'll photograph us, and we...." she trailed off, and they set the camera where it would photograph them, timing the shots thirty seconds apart.
"Find us a parking space," Walt said a few minutes later, glancing into the back to find the two girls curling upon the mattress, their mouths turning together savoringly, Mia's hands upon Barbi's breasts, stroking the long nipples as Barbi stroked and fingered her slit.
"Right now?" Roy asked, unable to look back at what was holding Walt's eyes in rapt attention since they were passing through a medium sized city at rush hour.
Ahead, a car pulled out of a parking space, and Roy adeptly eased the van into it, the noise of the traffic increasing. Office workers were coming out of the buildings along the block, moving past, pausing alongside to await rides, and others moved around to jaywalk, the chatter of voices mixing with the sounds of horns and engines.
Walt and Roy stood looking into the back, their cocks hard as the girls rolled together, groans coming from them as they kneaded one another's clits, the camera clicking off shots. Seeing that they were having to reach out, and tear away the developing sheets two pictures after, Walt stepped forward to take care of it.
Mia dug her heels into the mattress, her fanny lifting as her body convulsed with flashes of joy, Barbi fingering her clit knowingly, herself shaking with the approach of an orgasm. Mia cried out, dropping to her side with a sob of joy, and she pressed her lips to Barbi's cunny, moving her damp fingers up to roll one of the long nipples. The pink serpent of her tongue spun around the burning node of the girl's clit, and Barbi clutched out, her hand striking Walt's pants as he knelt next to the mattress, peeling the developing sheet from a picture that beautifully captured the girls' near orgasms. Barbi's hand clutched his thigh, pushing up against the hard mound of his cock. Her fingers gripped it without thought, her mind whirling. For a few moments, Walt tried to keep his eyes focused on peeling the developed photos, but as Barbi came closer and closer to release, her hand moved faster and faster around his cock, and he let his eyes close, handing the picture to Roy.
Barbi cried out, her flesh engulfed with rhapsodic heat, and her fist shook around the hard bulk of Walt's cock, filling him with waves of throbbing pleasure. Slowly, her hand loosened, and she dropped back limply to the mattress, her eyes opening to see Roy above her with the camera, clicking off a picture. Mia grinned at the dazed expression on Walt's face, having seen Barbi's hands upon his cock as she had sucked the girl off. Sitting up, she reached out and unzipped his jeans. Walt's eyes blinked open, and he smiled with relief as she worked his thick cock out.
Roy handed Barbi the exposed photos and peeled one that he had taken. It showed her face as she cried out at her approaching culmination. She smiled with delight at it, and the others of her and Mia who was now pulling Walt's pants off, her mouth filled with his prick, his hands caressing her large breasts outward to their points.
Barbi looked back to Roy and began undressing him, the sounds of the people and traffic moving around them going unnoticed. Roy showed her the photo he had taken as she had come, and she stared at it, enraptured to see what her face looked like at the peak of pleasure. Mia and Walt slid onto the bed, and he moved around to press his lips to her still damp slit, rubbing his face against the soft, hairless cheeks of her cunny, licking the cushiony flesh till it gleamed, and then he slid his tongue into the sweet fissure, flicking up under her clit, her suckling mouth drawing tight around his throbbing tool. He groaned into her humid underbelly, her full breasts against his stomach, her hands caressing his balls and his root, her tongue licking up and down his dorsal vein as her cheeks pulled along the sides of his shaft and head, the roof of her mouth rubbing the top. Hot spirals of rapture spun through him, causing his lips to flex against her silky box, his tongue churning in her slit, bobbing her clit. His muscles tensed and his body shook his come expanding and contracting within his balls, his trunk thrusting in her hungry mouth.
Barbi looked from Roy's long cock to Walt, his groans nearly drowning out the sounds from outside the van. Mia opened her mouth, her hands holding his cock, his head between her lips, and Barbi and Roy watched the thick spar jerk and twist in the girl's hands, Walt's thick come shooting into her mouth, coating her flickering tongue.
Mia closed her mouth around the quieting motions of Walt's cock, his mouthings having moved her again to the precipice. Seeing that he was having a difficult time maintaining his rhythm due to his orgasm, Barbi and Roy moved their mouths in beside his, and he rolled to the side, recovering as Mia began to twist at the probings of two tongues in her pulsing snatch. Barbi and Roy each reached up the girl's tremoring body to cup a breast, fondling the big globes, thumbing and palming the chafing burn of her nipples. Mia bit at her lower lip, her eyes squinting tightly shut as her body quaked with her escalating ecstasy. Roy slid a finger lubricated with her juices up into her anus as Barbi slid a finger up into her slit under the loopings of her and Roy's tongues. His head clearing, Walt rolled back to Barbi's side, and his tongue flicked out with hers and Roy's. Mia twisted from the waist, the ringlets of her hair blurring as her head whipped from side to side, and she groped down till she touched Walt's and Roy's bodies, and she pulled them toward her till she clutched a thick cock in one hand, and a long cock in the other. Their joined mouths forcing Barbi's finger from Mia's sweltering cunt, Roy guided it into the girl's anus, and slid his finger into Barbi's, Walt sliding his fingers into Barbi's slit, stroking the wet channel, and buffing her pearly clit.
Mia's hands pumped faster and faster, thrusting up and down the young men's cocks, sending flashes of tantalizing electricity through their bodies. She groaned, Barbi's and Roy's hands squeezing the aching from the tits she thrust up into their spread fingers. Their palms rotated against her yearning nipples. The three tongues licked and nudged around her clit which grew hotter and hotter, blinding joy jetting through her body from its focal point, engulfing her mind. Barbi's finger twisted and bobbed in her ass, their bodies rubbing against hers. She began to scream as her climax thundered toward her, an almost inaudible sound it was so high, her body bucking and rolling, her mind and body fusing in molten fulfillment.
Walt had reached out with his free hand to reset the. camera's timer, the lens toward them, and he now caressed Barbi's tits with it, his other hand turning and curling in Barbi's cunny, slick with her juices, his thumb flexing her clit. Mia's hand moved faster and faster around his cock and around Roy's, their balls shivering with the roiling of their gizzum, the blood pounding in their ears.
Barbi groaned into Mia's slit, and Roy's and Walt's guttural moans joined hers as all three began to lose themselves in the carnal pleasures raging within them. Barbi's anus tightened around Roy's probing finger, her cunny twisting around the spin of Walt's hand, her tits grinding against his other hand and forearm, her clit flashing raptures through her.
Mia jumped and pulled, no longer aware of anything, possessed by the sensual ecstasies the other three had set free. Her hands blurred around the long cock and the thick cock, and both Walt and Roy felt their spend shatter free, shivering their spines, their faces lifting from her box, and their come gushed over her hands and wrists. Barbi's mouth widened, pressing into the top of Mia's slit, her tongue flattened against the girl's clit as the young men's hands vibrated at her ass and slit, thrusting her full into the inferno of her climax. The climactic cries of the four merged as they fell on the mattress, satiated. Outside, a few of the pedestrians heard the orgasmic cry, and glanced around for the source without success, and then continued on, confused but also aroused.
Inside, Walt weakly reached out and peeled the photos. Recovering, the four stretched out together, passing the corncob pipe back and forth, drinking some wine, and caressing one another as they looked at the photos. Mia and Barbi lay next to one another, Roy at Mia's side, Walt at Barbi's as the smoke and wine mellowed them even more.
Roy and Walt arose, thick and long cocks becoming erect as the two couples kissed, their tongues sliding and dipping slowly, without hurry, their hands caressing. Smiling, Roy had Mia turn away from him toward Barbi and Walt, and Walt, seeing this, had Barbi turn toward the other two. Face to face, Barbi and Mia kissed, inch-long nipples rubbing plump nubs, domes sliding against globes, and Barbi's auburn plume opened against the hairless purse of Mia's open slit, damp furrows rubbing together, their clits pressing together through the soft masking of their flesh. Roy's cock slid between Mia's legs and up into her cunny beneath the press of the girls' clits, and Walt's cock did the same from the other side, gliding up into Barbi's humid cove. Their linked hips began to rotate, plump buttocks against stomachs, cunts stroking, clits vibrating with the shift of the cocks under them, and against one another. Walt and Roy moved their hands between the girls, and they drew the breasts back and forth, rubbing the nipples together.
The four rose up onto their knees, and the cocks moved in a languid pumping, dorsal vein brushing, swinging balls jostling under the squirming of the girls' cunnies. "Just, think of all those people jus ta few feet away," Walt said softly at Barbi's ear between kisses, his cock sizzling tracings of lava through his blood. "All of 'em unaware of us, and what we're doing," Roy added, his prick sliding in Mia's flexing cunny which arched back and forth, her clit now exposed against Barbi's, the two gleaming pearls rolling together. "Yeah," Barbi smiled warmly, her eyes lidded as Walt's cock pumped within the tingling contractions of her nook, her clit pulsing, seeming to have melted together with Mia's, and she kissed Roy over Mia's shoulder, Mia kissing Walt over hers, and she and Mia stroking the young men's buttocks, Walt and Roy caressing their breasts together.
Walt and Roy's cocks raced with their mounting arousal, pistoning up and down in the swarming, quicksand tugs of the girls' cunts, jostling one another through the squirming spin of the joined clits, rubbing wetly under auburn plumed and hairless slits, their balls swinging pendulum-like, clenching and swelling with their come. The four began to moan together, hands clutching tits and asses, cunnies clenching cocks, lips and tongues writhing together, balls quaking, clits sparking. A car's brakes squealed. The four clutched one another, swaying drunkenly, minds and bodies blazing. The car's tires screeched against the paving. The mouths of the four opened wide, the screech and their cries joining, come crackling free, clits flashing with lightning. The tires screamed. Walt's and Roy's spend jetted through their spasming cocks. Barbi's and Mia's cunts convulsed, their clits like hot wires joined, and four climaxes fused into one monumental chain reaction of rapturous explosions and implosions. The car slammed into another, and another piled into them, and another skidded into the three without injury, but the sound of the impact filled the air. And the lovers collapsed, their bodies shuddering with the aftermath of their culmination, lungs heaving, lips curled with blissful smiles.
Two days later, Barbi left the van so that she could begin back toward the camp, and her meeting with Jeb and Carly. Buying herself a new camera, and going on with Walt and Roy, Mia had given her the older camera, and a tank top Barbi liked. After a short wait, a large number of photos in her bag, she got a ride in a GTO convertible, and was now headed back.
Vic, a soldier on furlough, glanced over at her outstretched legs, her cut-offs pulled up high by her posture, the cloth raised at the inner tops of her thighs, sunlight catching now and then on strands of auburn within the shadowed area. The jade green tank top fit loosely, the shoulder strap toward him threatening to slip down her arm, the outer rim of her soft breast visible, her nipples gouging the cloth. Again, he wondered how advisable it had been to give her a ride.
"How old are you anyway?" he asked.
"Old enough," she replied a few moments later, her eyes lidded as she noted that the highlights of his face had a rusty tinge against his mahogany colored flesh.
"For what?" he asked with a smile, glancing at her suggestive appraisal of his strong features.
"What've you got...." she began slowly, her eyes lowering to the crotch of his pants, "in mind?" she finished.
"I'm stayin' at my brother's a couple a miles from here, and he's off on a gig. So, let's see what you're old enough for, and what my ... 'mind' can get into," he grinned.
A short time later, she stood in the doorway of Vic's brother's bedroom. The walls were decorated with carved masks from Kenya and hangings from Ethiopia, the walls behind them a dark burgundy, the sunlight filtered through batik drapes. In the center of the room softly lit by indirect fixtures at the tops of the walls, was a canvased frame upon a step up stand, containing a king-sized water bed, a thoroughly convincing synthetic fur spread upon it.
Vic crossed to the quadrophonic system to the right of her, and put on a tape as she walked to the bed, her toes curling in the thick pile of the carpet. The weaving beat of Osibisa's Dawn began to rise from the speakers, the sense of a world beyond the confines of the room dissolving amid the rhythms. Their eyes held, shining as they spoke without words of their desires. Unbuttoning his shirt, he approached her, and she touched her hand to his, finishing it for him as he ran his fingers down the side of her face, and into the spill of her hair. She drew his shirt open from his hard chest and plated stomach muscles, and out of his slacks. She spread her palms up his stomach and around to clasp his sides, the shoulder strap of her tank top dropping down around her upper arm, the loose cloth slipping down from the upper slope of her breast to catch on the long jut of her nipple, the top of the rose petal rise of her aureola visible, brightly pink between the jade fabric and the light tan of her breast. His fingers touched the other strap, and it too slid from her shoulder, the cloth just covering her wide set tits, the half-moons of puffed pink looking very vulnerable.
He lowered his arms, and she eased his shirt back from his strong shoulders, and the cloth drifted down to the carpet. She touched her lips to one of his jet nipples, and slowly drifted her lips over the tight coils of his chest hair. His lips against the top of her head, he gathered her hair off her shoulders, and held it at the nape of her neck with one hand while the other molded itself to the contours of her neck and shoulder, to the roundness of her shoulder joint, squeezing firmly but gently. She lifted her face, their eyes meeting again, and she lowered her arms. His hand opened from around the soft thickness of her hair, and cupped her other shoulder. His hands lowered, the heels meeting the fallen straps and, pressing them downward, he tugged the jade top against the long juts of her nipples to finally come free, quivering the pink digits, and revealing the whole of her plump aureolas, the lush domes of her breasts, and the petite pout of her belly with its deep navel. Their breathing was deeper, and Barbi felt feverish. A light breeze billowed the drapes slightly, stirring the wall hangings, the tempo of the music rising. Her hand touched the top of his pants, pale against his darkness, and he unsnapped her cut-offs, his fingers carved ebony against the supple softness of her belly.
Their clothing overlapped, and they stood looking at one another. Vic was pleased by the pixie face with its sparkling green eyes and ripe lips, by the symmetry of her breasts, the length of her nipples, the flow of slender waist into firm hips, and by the auburn plume of her muff; Barbi liked the high-cheekboned face, the midnight pools of his eyes, the defined lips, the athletic body, and the hard, almost muscular looking cock that stood out from the right coils of his hair, the head darker than the shaft. Their eyes rejoined, and he lifted her up into his arms with ease, carrying her up the step to the edge of the bed where he laid her out, drawing the cover away from the clear surface of the mattress, bubbles clinging under it. She touched his knee that rested on the edge of the frame, and reached higher to caress the tight sheath of his trunk. Smiling, he reached down, and flipped a switch beside the bed.
As he eased down beside her, and half over her, the mattress began to gently vibrate, the water within it lapping softly back and forth in response, lights blinking on and off below the water, shining up through the movement of the liquid to touch and flow over them as he took her into his arms, his mouth joining with hers.
His fingertips stroking her temples, one of his legs between hers, his engorged rod pressing hard against her thigh, the dark head an inch from the damp pinkness of her cleave, he leaned on his elbow for a moment, smiling at her with full enjoyment, and she smiled back, the lights flashing up through her hair in crimson winkings, the water lapping under her. She squeezed the contours of his shoulder and back muscles, his flesh warm. He lowered his mouth back to hers, their lips pressing together as he slid his wide tongue into her mouth, curling its tip under hers, his hands moving down to her breasts as he shifted his hips.
The breath caught in her throat for a moment as his head touched between her cunt lips, and her tongue stretched out to lick his, his thumbs pressing her nipples down into the soft caps of her aureolas, into her straining tits, the Venus mounds of his thumbs rubbing the silky firmness of the wide domes, his fingers curving around her sides. He pressed down on the knee to her side, lifting his hips, his head pivoting between her lips as the shaft rose up to point down and in.
Her hands tightened, dragging down his sides as anticipation raced her blood, waiting for him to enter the humid yearning of her cunny. His movement pressed the mattress down under his knee, and the water surged away to roll back when it struck the frame, swaying the bed, the vibration picking up in response, the lights blinking on and off faster. She gripped his turning hips, his head revolving slowly in the tremoring rim of her furrow, her back arching, pressing her shoulders down and the water out and back, the vibration quickening, the alternating lights flashing faster.
The tempo of the music was more rapid, drums, horns and guitars calling out. Her lips twisted against his, her tongue flailing in his mouth as her head lifted from the bed, her hips arching as they sought to catch his cock in the broiling oven of her box. His thumbs moved to the sides, and her nipples sprung up, his chest lowering to shift back and forth, rubbing his flesh against their pink tips. She groaned into his mouth, her fingers digging into his tight buttocks, and he eased downward, an inch of his shaft entering the clutchings of her nook, his head rubbing the top of her channel. His movements tremored her pulsing clit, and she gasped, their mouths slipping apart, their lips upon one another's cheeks.
They kissed one another's faces and throats, his arm muscles standing out in relief as he eased his hips yet lower, and his cock was half submerged in the whirlpool tuggings, her tightening cunt sending ripples of molten heat through him, his balls quaking as they swung back and forth across the base of her damp slit. Her lips touched at his ear, her tongue dipping into it, her hands moving in from his hips to stroke the exposed half of his shaft, pulling it toward her, one hand going under it to cup his big balls in her palm, jostling them knowingly. She nibbled his ear, the texture of his cushiony hair against her cheek, her hair flowing over his, flame against raven's black. He framed the curve between thumb tip and forefinger tip to the outside of her breasts, pressing the swollen domes inward, her nipples skidding across his chest hair, and he pressed his body to hers.
She twisted her tits up against him, sucking the lobe of his ear between her lips, her fingers coaxing his cock, inciting his come-filled balls. His cock slid fully into the scabbard of her desire, and she hugged it with her vaginal muscles, rotating her hips to twist herself around the now thrusting pillar of his sex, the bell of his head sliding around her cervix. He moved his other leg between hers, the water in the bed moving in waves now, the lights flashing so that there were no gaps between, the vibrating inseparable from the shaking of the waves their movements brought. Their mouths rejoined, his prick rising and falling, glistening. Her hands moved to his sides and to the back of his head, pressing into his hair, his light palms rubbing her breasts together under his rocking chest.
An orgasm rose up from around the rotating piston of his cock, and flowered out through her body, her fanny writhing against the surge and tow of the water bed that thrust her up and around him in patterns additional to her own movements. His face lifted, his eyes closing to savor the delicious sensations webbing out through his body, the music pounding, another number having begun unnoticed, and another.
His balls were filled with swarming electrical currents, her cunt like hot quicksand, pulling his flesh over the meat of his cock, gripping and loosening him, sending bolts of joy through every blood vessel, his ears buzzing, his heart pounding. Her body lifted against his with the tidal lift of the mattress, the lights blinking through his eyelids, his wide nostrils flaring as his lungs strained. She kissed at his throat, her tongue burrowing into the hollow between it and his shoulder, her fingers caressing the back of his neck, her hips bucking up against his as she groaned with another orgasm. He whirled his cock faster, rising and falling in the saddle of her hips, his hands moving around to clasp her back, her tits soft against his chest, her long nipples hard. He kissed at her temple and her ear, his cock lifting almost free before diving back up the torrid chute of her cunt. His mind wavered, music and groans blending, his flesh burning feverishly, his balls tremoring with the thrashing of his come seeking release, his cock throbbing faster and faster.
Her mouth widened against his shoulder, a cry muffled against him as she came again, vertigo spinning her perceptions, her body quivering, her hair clinging damp ly to her forehead, her hive broiling around his racing tool, her clit glowing against it. She was in a carnal delirium, unable to translate the sounds that came from her own mouth, her pink tongue snaking against the polished mahogany of his shoulder, her nipples pulling and flicking against his hard chest as his prod filled her, almost left, and filled her again. She shivered, her orgasms coming faster, more intensely, boulders crashing down a mountainside, gathering momentum, joined by more and more until it was a landslide, a roaring downpour, her cunt convulsing around him, her body twisting and sliding under the blurring ricochet of his cock. She screamed out over the music, with the music, the mattress, swinging side to side, rising and falling, the lights flashing, her brain flashing, her nook exploding and imploding, her clit ablaze, mind and body rising and falling, faster and faster, pulling him along, pulling at his cock, beckoning his come, driving, and his breath groaned loose of his constricting throat, the abandon of her dance ripping his come loose from him, setting it free to jet through his body, lightning suddenly searing through him, crackling his brain, and his come was roaring through his spasming shaft, spraying up into her gyrating snatch.
They groaned, shaken by their climaxes, and they gasped for air, the bed gradually growing still under their slack bodies, the music again becoming audible, crystal clear guitar notes sounding now in a slower tempo. She moistened her lips, and looked at him through hooded eyes as he rolled over onto his back beside her, a satisfied smile on his face, his prod twitching a droplet of come from the lips of his head, the shaft softer, but almost the same size as erect
"Mama, I don't know the age o'your body, but you sure as hell're old e-nough!" he laughed, sliding his arms around her to bring her body against his as he turned onto his side.
"Maybe we should wait an' see what else you've got on your ... mind," she said softly, brushing her wet muff against his cock, a carnal smile on her lips.
"Oh, I've gotta lot on my mind," he grinned, his prick twitching back to life, and soon the lights were flashing faster, the bed was vibrating faster amidst the crash of waves, and they were crying out in ecstasy again and again.
CHAPTER NINE
As planned, Barbi rendezvoused with Jeb and Carly, and she sat between the twins as they drove back toward the summer camp, a few days left on Sam's rental before vacationing children would take it over. She moved her eyes down from gypsy features to big breasts shoving a lace blouse out from under a silk pants suit jacket, and looked the other way to move her eyes from golden eyes to the bulging crotch of denim slacks. She grinned happily.
Inside the cabin she and Jeb had used, Barbi turned to hug the brother and sister, their tongues sidling into her mouth as they began to undress her. She rubbed her hands up below the full bra as they shifted to embrace her between them, lips at hers and at her shoulders, hands covering her breasts, and at her hips and fanny. Clothing dropped behind her, a silk jacket and a blouse pushed aside by a bared foot. Suddenly, Barbi's eyes opened wide into the golden eyes before hers as she felt a huge prick slide between her legs from behind her ass to lubricate itself against her humid slit. She looked down at the shirt before her, and she quickly unbuttoned it to see a scarf tied around Carly's big breasts, flattening them enough to conceal them under the loose shirt.
"Damn! you fooled me again," Barbi said, shaking her head as the twins laughed, Carly untying the scarf. "Wait a minute," she told them, and took the camera Mia had given her from the flight bag. "Put the blouse back on," she grinned, and snapped a picture of Jeb convincingly impersonating a woman, except for his great, erect cock, and his big balls jutting out from the slacks of the pants suit. Having rebuttoned the work shirt, Carly left it open enough to expose one lush sphere, the pale orange nub of her nipple erect, the crotch of the slacks bulging with a convincing pseudocock and balls. "Great," Barbi grinned, and watched them undress as she took care of the pictures.
Jeb and Carly embraced Barbi again, and their mouths flowed over her as they stretched her out upon the bed, her buttocks resting on his hips as she relaxed her sphincter muscles to allow his cock to ease up into her anus, filling her. Carly knelt, straddling Barbi's head, lowering the opening plume of ebony toward the girl's lifting mouth, the glistening pink of her slit meeting the point of Barbi's extended tongue. She stroked the woman's full hips, pressing her mouth into the rich nectar of her cunny, the woman's brother shifting his prod in her ass, Carly's hands cupping her breasts, flexing softly. Barbi murmured happily, her buttocks rolling upon his hips. Then the twins employed their double-jointed talents, Jeb folding forward, his shaft thrusting within her rectum as he lowered his mouth to Barbi's slit, kissing inward as Carly also brought her face toward her own loins, and into the kiss of her box and Barbi's mouth, her tongue snaking out to curl with Barbi's around her clit.
Barbi gurgled with joy, Jeb's cock churning within her backside as his lips flexed over the pink of her slit, his tongue flicking the tip of her burning clit, his hands caressing her pillowy ass cheeks, his sides stroking the insides of her thighs, and the whole of her lower body shook with rising waves of swirling, shimmering raptures. Carly's hands expanded and contracted over her swollen breasts, thumbs rubbing the long nipples against the insides of her first knuckles. Barbi rubbed his shoulder with one hand, her other hand filled with one of Carly's lush tits.
Carly's tongue dipping and sliding with hers in the steaming nook of the woman's sex, it was as if Carly's mouth and cunny had merged into one torrid orifice, a slit with a tongue, a mouth with a clit, giving and receiving, filled with honeyed nectar, rolling and flexing as Barbi's tongue spun around the woman's quaking clit. Barbi's mind blurred and pulsed with the pleasures now shaking her from head to foot, her toes curling tightly as orgasms flashed through her, roaring faster and faster, crackling with heat, a flesh fire that sent a scream up into the depths of Carly's spasming cunny, that yanked around the length of Jeb's vibrating cock. Carly cried out into her cunt, into Barbi's mouth, their cries in harmony, and Jeb growled up into Barbi's hive, his tongue whirling around her clit as his come smashed free to roar through his cock, flooding up into Barbi's twisting fanny, her orgasm zooming faster in response as he clutched her, his body shaking as his shaft spasmed his release into her.
She felt dazed, blissful. They rested, and looked at the photos of her with Walt, Roy, Mia and Vic, and the pictures of Jeb and Carly in drag, and they began to take pictures of their lovemaking. Jeb's mouth returned to Barbi's cunt, but joined this time by his cock and his sister's mouth. Barbi clutched the full globes of Carly's ass, the woman's big breasts twisting against her undulating belly, her body quaking and convulsing as two mouths kissed and sucked at her clit. Jeb's huge cock filled her cunt, thrusting within her, and she cried out once again, and again, her thoughts dissolving, her awareness of details fading as they made love, slept, and made love into the next day, all three enraptured with the seemingly unending flow of ecstasy.
The next afternoon, Jeb and Carly knocked at Aunt Cora and Uncle Carl's door, carrying a note of introduction from Barbi requesting that the twins be allowed to spend the night. After they had gone inside, Barbi raised up from the concealment of the floor of the car, and moved to the side of the house she normally lived in, and she crouched where she could see "into the kitchen and into the living room. As planned, Jeb went into the kitchen with Cora to get drinks, Carly joking with Uncle Carl about the similarity of their names. Barbi noted the pleased looks on her aunt and uncle's faces as they looked at the bodies and faces of the twins. Pleased to hear that they were not unduly concerned about her, and that they seemed to be getting along better together, Barbi grinned as Carly dropped a lighter, turning away from the seated Carl. Before he could bend forward to pick it up for the woman, Carly leaned over backwards, and she smiled up into his surprised face as she lifted the lighter. She took two steps back toward him, and she caught the tab of his zipper between her teeth to unzip his pants, his cock springing out stiffly, and Carly's mouth took his shaft and head into its suckling squeeze. In the kitchen, Cora's back to him, Jeb silently unzipped his slacks and doubled over to draw his hardening cock into his mouth. Turning, Cora's mouth fell open, her eyes staring with stunned disbelief at his sex circus trick, and at the thickness of the portion of his shaft extending from the circle of his lips, an impressive length in itself. Smiling, Jeb slowly raised up, his rod and head slipping wetly free. Without a word, Cora began to pull her clothes off.
Barbi watched the twins demonstrate their unique talents with her aunt and uncle upon the kitchen table and the living room couch, and she caressed herself, birds chirping above her as she masturbated. Later, Cora's legs weakened, Jeb carried her into the living room, and she smiled drunkenly at Carly and Carl, a groggy grin on his face.
"I've arranged for some others to drop by and visit with you," Barbi said, smiling from the doorway, her clothes hanging from her hand. "I'll do the same on future trips, if you want," she added, approaching her happily smiling aunt and uncle.
"The spice of life," Carl grinned, drawing her into his arms, he and Cora both kissing her, glad to see her, as well as being grateful for her bringing Jeb and Carly, and Carl's cock slid into her cunny for the first time, a cunny no longer virginal, but having the ability of experience, talented in its movements, her vaginal muscles now the trained muscles of an athlete, a carnal athlete, and he shouted out as she drew his come from him in a raging geyser of release.
Her body resting on her knees and elbows, forming an upward arch from shoulders to knees, Carly tightened and loosened her sphincter muscles around Carl's cock as he sat back on the edge of the couch's arm, his hands cupping her thighs as Cora pressed her body against the younger woman's, their breasts gliding over one another's bellies, and she pressed her mouth into the lifted cleave of Carly's cunt, her hands caressing her full globed ass and Carl's balls, Carly's mouth burrowing in her cunny, Jeb's cock in her ass as he kneeled behind her, Barbi stretched out under them, her mouth gently rolling Jeb's big balls upon her tongue, her finger turning in his anus, Carly's hands at her breasts and cunny. Carl gripped the firm thighs, his cock quaking in Carly's backside, his balls trembling in Cora's fingers. Carly groaned, his cock roiling in her fanny, Cora's lips and tongue festering her clit, the woman's hand kneading her ass cheeks, her breasts twisting against the woman's stomach, and she sucked harder at Cora's cunt, her fingers tugging Barbi's nipples, stroking her box and clit.
Cora drug her nipples over the pliant arch of Carly's belly, the woman's mouthings filling her snatch with joy, Jeb's cock glutting her backside with heat, Barbi's one hand stroking between. Jeb caressed his sister and Cora's tremoring bodies, his cock throbbing in Cora's ass, Barbi's finger churning in his, his balls shivering in the loving whirl of her mouth. They shook and moaned, swaying and trembling, and asses flexed and rolled around fingers and cocks, breasts ground against stomachs and hands, clits generated storms of rapture within mouths and against fingers, and cocks gushed into backsides, balls convulsing in fingers and mouth.
Barbi lay on her stomach, Jeb's cock in her cunt, Carl's lips moving over her soft ass cheeks and into the crevice, his cock in Cora's fanny, Jeb's mouth pressing into her aunt's slit, the women's heads facing in opposite directions so that they could curl around, pressing their lips to one another's cunnies, Barbi and Jeb kissing in Cora's slit, Cora's mouth pressing against Jeb's cock and Barbi's box as it quivered hotly around the rise and fall of the long shaft, Carl's lips moving just under hers.
Carly slid her fingers in the men's asses, her mouth moving from one pair of swollen balls to the other. Again they came, and again changed positions, and it became an extension of her continued lovemaking with just Jeb and Carly, pauses being taken for food and sleep. Every method and combination of two, three, four and five lovers they could imagine was tried, and enjoyed.
A few days later, Jeb and Carly departed to join up with Sam's circus, Barbi's photo collection already growing large. Jeb had remarked on her ability to take his huge cock fully into her mouth and throat in giving him head, appreciating the difficulty of sucking just a portion of a cock without choking since he had experience with his own. Realizing she had a rare, if not unique, talent, Barbi found that she no longer was interested in joining the sex circus, even if she had been old enough, not wanting to limit herself to a specific role or two now that she realized the variety of experiences that life held, her possible "co-stars" being unlimited. Still, she did make arrangements to meet up with the circus when it next passed nearby, to appear as a "guest star," as Jeb put it, for some offstage run-throughs to get to know the other performers.
Happy to see Carl and Cora now eagerly going to bed together, Barbi walked toward the pond for a swim. She paused at the top of the slope, looking across at the car parked on the other side. Smiling to herself, she looked down through the concealment of the trees to see Johnny alone this time as he moved into the water, naked. Recalling his and Alicia's lovemaking as she had watched and masturbated, she silently moved down, keeping out of sight, amazed that it had been only a little over a week ago that she had seen him there.
"Can I join you, Johnny?" she asked from the bank, removing her work shirt, and he started with surprise, a smile appearing as he saw her face and breasts, and broadening as she stepped out of her jeans, baring her auburn-plumed cunny.
"Most certainly," he nodded with pleasure, half-wondering how she knew his name, and his erect cock rose up from his body, the top half of the shaft and head out of the water, the bottom half below the surface, making it look not unlike a torpedo.
She walked into the water, her eyes moving up from his big tool to the crest of his pubic hair, to his plated stomach, and to his warm smile. The water lapped at her thighs, and then deliriously chilled her cunny, the auburn strands furling in the water for a moment before pasting against her plump mound. Waist deep, she leaned back and floated before him, her legs spread wide, the water sparkling with sunlight as it swayed within her pink slit. She began to move her arms, and she was swimming on her back toward him, the water thrilling her warm cunny as it approached his big prod to dock it in her channel. He stood watching, his breathing deepening as her feet passed to either side of him, the succulent cleave of her underbelly nearing the spar of his sex, closer and closer, her face smiling up toward him, her nipples standing up their full, aroused inch.
The bulbous head of his prick bobbed between her stretched cunt lips, and her legs curled to press her feet against his rump, pulling against him to bring her nook around his head and along his shaft. He reached down and clasped her hips, his eyelids flickering as she tightened her hot cunt around his throbbing organ. She pushed off and pulled back upon his rotating cock, his hands guiding her, and strumming her erect clit's pulsings to a faster tempo. Gripping her legs around him, she ground her slit against him, murmuring with pleasure at the roiling heat building in her, her nook filled with his churning rod.
She gripped his arms and pulled her head and back from the water, rising up into his embrace, her wet tits slipping over his chest as they kissed deeply, her hips arching as she continued to work her cunt lips against his pubic hair, his cock twitching and thrusting in her, his hands moving down to encase her spread ass cheeks, fondling them in toward the roaring oven of her box. She moaned, her arms linking around his shoulders, her head going back as she shook with the power of her mounting orgasm, her hair lashing the water behind, her cunt jamming up around his prick. His face tightened, his fingers indenting her fanny, his body arching forward, swaying, and his cry joined hers, his gizzum erupting, hosing up into her, his mind flashing with the ecstasy consuming his body. She lost her grip as her release zoomed through her in a meteoric swirl of heat and light, and she fell back into the cool water that splashed up around her, and then around him as his legs went out from under him, his prick coming loose of her cunny to leave a trail of his spend gleaming in the air for a moment.
They floated on their backs till they recovered their breaths, and then waded in to the bank, their arms around one another, Barbi explaining how she had watched him and Alicia make love over a week before, thus learning his name.
"You should've spoken up," he smiled as they stretched out on the grass, casually caressing one another's glowing flesh. "Alicia would've gotten off on it," he added, stroking her slit.
"Oh?" Barbi asked with interest, arching an eyebrow, her fingers working his root and cock, bringing the latter back up as she remembered the tall, willowy blonde with the long legs, and big-globed breasts with pale pink nipples, the plump ass, and the fleecy triangle of her cunt.
"How'd you like to be a surprise dinner guest?" he grinned, easing her onto his now erect cock. "We'll both eat you," he promised, sliding up into her tight warmth as she knelt astride the saddle of his hips, her cunny gripping around the saddle horn of his big tool.
"We'll feast on one another," she grinned, "but right now...." she said in a husky whisper, concerned with the present reality of his knowing lovemaking, and their bodies began to vibrate with delicious pleasures.
