The dental assistant fixed a snap chain to the paper bib and Ted sat down in the chair, reading the name off her uniform: Traci. Strawberry-blonde hair framed her face with its broad forehead, heavily lidded green eyes, the chiseled bridge of her nose, high cheekbones, lush mouth and strong chin. It was an open, happy face, her eyes bright.
"If you'll lean forward?" she suggested, moving behind him and snapped the chain behind his neck, her hair softly brushing his ear.
As she gathered her tools from the counter, he noted the way the pants of her uniform clung to the ripe pillows of her uptilted ass and the way her full, high-set breasts strained against the short-sleeved top. Moving the adjustable shelf over him, she sat down beside him on her wheeled stool and he opened his mouth. Her forearm resting gently against his chest, she slid the stemmed mirror into his mouth to look over his teeth and replaced that with a dental chisel.
As she gently scraped at his teeth, her hands soft against his face, he could smell her musky perfume and he felt his flesh warm against hers, her forearm shifting lightly against his chest. He felt her breast brush his forearm atop the armrest, pliantly firm and he glanced at her face only to see that her attention was on her work.
Straightening, she turned to pick up the mirror and he shifted his outstretched legs, wondering if his partial erection was visible and let his elbows drape from the sides of the armrests. Checking with the mirror, she returned to scraping and he felt her belly press against his upper arm as she leaned over him, her stomach contoured and warm. There was a sound At the back of the dentist's office and he realized how silent the grouping of cubicles had been.
"How's Mr. Denver doing, Miss Kyle?" the dentist asked.
"Very well," she smiled, her voice like warm honey.
"Good, good," the dentist nodded. "Well, everyone else has gone and I've a golf date. Can you, uh, close up all right on your own?" he asked, casting a glance toward the back of Ted's head that asked if she felt safe being alone with him.
"Surely, doctor," she assured him and he said good-bye to both of them.
A few moments later, they heard the hall door click shut, the office once again silent. He again felt the outside of her stomach against his arm, her forearm upon his chest and her hands in and around his mouth as her slender fingers returned to cleaning his teeth. She began to hum to herself, the sound barely audible. The soft weight of her breast brushed his upper arm and his fingers tightened on the chair arms, his cock once again stiffening in his slacks.
"Would you rinse out your mouth?" she asked, straightening and he sat up to take a mouthful of water, spitting it into the circulating water of the small sink.
He glanced over at her as she fitted a buffer to the electric drill in order to brush his teeth. Her posture let the uniform blouse fall away from her torso, the ring-tab zipper pulled up to the center of her breasts so that he was afforded a view of the lush cleavage of her tits. Drawing a deep breath, he sat back and saw that his crotch was in her line of vision. If she saw the hard mound of his semi-erect prick, she gave no indication.
"I was afraid I wouldn't be able to squeeze you in today," she said, applying cleanser to the buffer.
"Pardon?" he asked, taken off guard.
"Into my schedule," she said, smiling at him, her eyes holding with his for a long moment.
"Yeah, I was lucky," he finally managed to say.
"Um," she nodded and turned the drill on.
She shifted her stool back beside him and leaned forward, her body again making contact with his as the buffer vibrated over his teeth. She removed the buffer and leaned closer to glance into his mouth, her free hand touching his chest, the forearm of her other hand resting against his stomach. He felt the vibration of the drill carry through her arm, massaging him, her elbow pressing against his belt buckle. Her hand seemed softly to squeeze his chest, her breast touching him just beside it, her belly pressing firm against his forearm. His cock was now fully erect.
She went back to moving the vibrating buffer over his teeth and he found that he felt feverishly hot, his breath ragged. He again looked for some facial indication that she was aware of the effect she was having on him, but all her attention seemed to be on her work. She paused to look into his mouth again, her forearm again resting upon Ms stomach, breast and hand upon his chest, the pressure of her belly against his arm seeming burning hot.
Lifting her hand from his chest, she turned from the waist for the extension mirror and her other arm shifted lower against him, her elbow at the base of his cock. He moistened his lips, staring at her with deepening arousal. Moving the mirror slowly over his gums and the insides of his cheeks, she continued her soft humming and put the mirror back. His knuckles were white as he gripped the chair arms, the buffer moving again. She straightened up and the joint of the drill arm caught with the tab ring of her zipper, holding it and thus pulling the zipper open as she straightened up.
"Oops, the revolt of the machines," she smiled, the centers of her ripe globes straining against her slight bra and she slowly freed the tab ring to ease it back up to the base of her breasts. "Well, if you'll rinse out, Mr. Denver?" she smiled, his eyes holding on her firm tits.
He gradually pushed himself up, his eyes on her pleasant expression and rinsed his mouth out as she turned back toward her instrument tray.
"What's this-s-s?" she whispered and he followed her eyes to the clear impression of his big cock against his slacks.
Smiling mischievously, she lowered the drill rod and slowly slid the side of the vibrating length of metal along the hard mound of his sex. His breath caught, a wave of ecstasy rushing through his body at the knowing slide of the rod and she turned her eyes toward him, smiling.
"It'd be a tight squeeze trying to clean teeth with that," she said, her voice a husky whisper.
"We could see," he said, his eyelids lowered as she continued her vibrating stroking of his shaft and he reached out to hook his finger in the tab ring to slide the zipper of her uniform blouse open.
"Yes, we could," she nodded as he opened the bra hooks between her breasts and gave a little murmur as his fingers slid the cups back from the satiny globes, the pink caps that lifted out almost an inch from her tits and the pursed nubs of her erect nipples.
He slid the blouse and bra from the shoulder of her free arm and eased the drill from her hand. Caressing the blouse and bra from her other shoulder, he moved the side of the hand-warmed rod over one hard nipple, the clothing sliding down her arms to the floor. Her eyes lidded at the quivering heat the rod produced, her nipple burning, her tit swollen. Her hand clutched his cock through his pants, her lips parting. He drifted the fingers of his other hand over her breasts, feeling the plush softness of the smooth orbs, cupping them to feel her nipples nudge the center of his palm. She moistened her lips and tugged at his zipper.
Indenting her full lower lip with her teeth, she opened his pants and pulled his long cock free. He felt the hot throbbing of his prick increase as her slender fingers stroked it. He lowered the drill and pressed it lengthwise against the crotch of her white uniform pants, against the hot slit beneath. Her hand tightened around his prod and she swayed upon the stool as the vibrations quivered her cunt lips, quaking her clit. Leaning forward, she pushed her other hand up under his shirt, stroking his stomach. Her eyes squeezed shut and she shivered as a small orgasm ran through her, a little cry widening her mouth.
Her eyes glassy, she looked up into his face, her breasts rising and falling with her breathing. She took the drill and turned it off, hanging it on its hook. His free hand moved over her thighs and she slid from the stool to stretch out beside him on the narrow, reclining seat. As she opened his shirt, their lips brushed and then opened, their breath rushing together as their tongues humidly stroked. She pulled his shirt open and he felt the lush weights of her breasts press against his chest. His hands cupped her ass cheeks, their tongues lashing together, their lips twisting together in their passion. He felt her nipples sliding through his chest hair, her one hand fingering his ear, the other stroking his burning rod. He pressed his fingers down against the undercurves of her ass, rolling his thigh against the twistings of her cunny. Her lips pulled away from his, her breathing audible and she kissed his face. He slid his fingers over the inward slope of the small of her back and under the waistband of her pants. The cloth snug against the back of his hand, he slid his palm over the downy softness of her fanny, squeezing the full pillows of her buttocks.
She nibbled at the edge of his ear and slid her pointed tongue over it and into it, curling the tip around. Her legs tightened around his thigh and she licked and nibbled at his lips, his hands pushing the snap of her pants open. He slid the zipper down off the pale blue filigree of her tiny panties and pushed them and the pants off the ripe cushions of her ass. He kneaded the satiny domes in his hands and she licked at his nipples, her hand working the sheath of his cock, her thumb rubbing the head.
"Still want t'see if you can clean my teeth with it?" she grinned, tugging his cock.
"Sure," he nodded, the come pounding in his balls.
Dropping one foot to the floor, she slid her mouth down his belly and into his pubic hair. Lifting his hard staff, she licked the pink bulb, putting her other foot on the floor. He moaned at the electric shocks shooting through him, his eyes on her lowered pants and the strawberry blonde curls of her muff, the panties just covering her slit.
Catching his head in her lips, she released his shaft, her hands going to the waistband of his slacks and she pulled them down. He slid his fingers over the raised caps of her aureoles, his eyes closing as her lips eased down around his tingling shaft, her tongue lapping at his dorsal vein. Her fingers slid between his balls and his thighs to roll them between her palms, her fingertips working his thick root, her face continuing to lower, her hair flowing over his loins.
Her lips pressed the thick pelt of his hair, her teeth nuzzling the thickness of his shaft's base, her cheeks pulling in tight around the long trunk, her tongue rubbing up and down his dorsal vein, the head of his cock in her throat, her breath rushing around the thick bell shape. Her palms rolled against the depressions to either side of his root through his scrotum, pushing his balls high and bobbing them as her fingers stroked the section of his root under the arch of his body, the tips working back against the base of his ass. She lightly nibbled up and down his rod, her lips flexing against the ever more sensitive sheath of his flesh, her tongue tracing the veins, her cheeks sucking. From the lips of his head to the base of his root he throbbed with ecstatic heat, feeling his root as part of his cock, his cock as an extension of it. His balls were filled with electric sparks, his jism broiling.
His back arched and his fingers slipped from her breasts as he groaned with the raptures she was filling him with. She turned slightly, her mouth making a hundred-and-eighty-degree turn around his engorged wang and her tongue licked the top of his shaft, his dorsal vein stroking the roof of her mouth, the edges of her front teeth just pressing along it. The cleft of his head washed against her throat. Her hands shifted and her thumbs rubbed the depressions for his balls, the edges of her hands pressing up and down to either side of his root at the insides of his thighs.
He looked down at her through blurred eyes, the blood roaring in his head. He reached down to slide his palm over her uptilted ass. She moved her feet back toward him, her hair flowing over his thighs and her ass moved closer for him to caress the pert domes, to slide his hand down under the pale blue panties. He moved his hand between the nylon and the wet ringlets of her cunny. He pushed the panties lower and slid his fingers into the hot slickness of her slit, bathing his hand with her juices.
She moaned around his thick shaft as his fingers flowed within her, sidling over the quivering walls of her cunt, easing up into her, curling to press against the base of her channel, sliding up and down, his knuckles rhythmically brushing her quivering clit, his now wet thumb curling back to press against the pink pucker of her anus. She sought to relax her ass while clutching her vaginal muscles around him. His thumb slid up into her ass, stroking against his fingers through the separating membrane. She moaned, her lips pressing against his pubic hair and the top of his sac, his cock head bobbing in her throat. She stroked his root harder.
He twisted against the vinyl upholstery of the chair, his head pushing back; his glazed eyes half seeing the chrome of the dental equipment unit. His hand opened and closed, flexing in her trembling depths. She curled her lips between his shaft and her teeth and worked her mouth up and down his rod, working his meat, her tongue tip following to knead his burning rod. His spend strained at his balls, his mind spinning. He saw the soft ass cheeks rolling above his hand, around his thumb, saw the band of blue filigree forming a figure eight around her thighs. She had kicked her pants loose of her ankles and her shapely legs were bare, spread wide. Other than the panties lowered half-way down her thighs, all she wore now were her white canvas, rubber-soled shoes. Her body was firm, well exercised, her flesh tanned, strips at her waist and breasts slightly lighter. He could not retain a thought, hold an image in the maelstrom of his arousal, his body writhing beneath her knowing mouthings, her skillful hands.
She braced her feet against the floor, rubbing her breasts against his stomach and the slickness of the upholstery. Spasms of joy erupted around his thumb, around his fingers, interlocking her cunt and rectum into one seething inferno of mounting orgasms. She made gurgling sounds around his trembling cock, her mouth moving almost frantically up and down him, her strawberry-blonde hair rising and falling in waves. She felt his body begin to stiffen, to arch up from the chair as his come hammered against the dams restraining it. His thumb bobbed like a buoy in storm-tossed seas, his fingers revolving together within the flaming sleeve of her cunt, moving her pulsing clit even faster. She heard him groan loudly, felt his loins shudder as his spend broke free.
He screwed his eyes shut against what seemed intense light, his mouth pulled wide, his groan caught in his throat, a needle point spray of heat enveloping his flesh. His jism rushed through his body and roared through the jerking of his cock. His groan broke free. His come gushed into her throat, her mouth drawing tight around his bucking rod, sucking firmly. His hand moved faster within her as he climaxed, bliss flooding him and he stroked her clit, feeling her cunny convulsing around his fingers, her fanny twisting around his thumb.
Her mouth sucked tight on him, her head slowly lifting as orgasms flashed through her, closer and closer. Her upper lip pressed along his dorsal vein, forcing the last of his come from his still quivering cock, adding it to the coating at the back of her throat, trailing it along her tongue as it spurted from his head. She clutched him for support, her knees buckling and she leaned against him and the chair. She cried out. Ecstasy rained through her from the storm within her loins, her body shaking with joy. His cock came loose of her opened mouth. Her hands gripped his legs and a shudder of delicious release ran up her back.
She collapsed across his stomach, gasping for breath and he smiled at the satiated grin on her face, a drop of his spend quivering for a moment on her lips and then dropping to his stomach. Her tongue flicked out and licked the drop of his thick jism up as she winked at him.
Regaining some energy, he lifted her up into his arms, feeling the big globes of her breasts press against his chest and they kissed deeply, their tongues caressing wetly, the taste of his come faintly present. He drifted his palms over the ripeness of her ass cheeks, feeling her damp muff stroking the base of his shaft as she played her fingers over his ears, their tongues moving faster.
His cock began to harden, lifting up to press against her slit and she murmured happily into his mouth. Drawing her knees up alongside him, she lifted her fanny into the air, his prod springing up from his body as her cunny ascended, opening to reveal its sugar-pink cleave. Their breathing heavier, their mouths slowly came apart, lips writhing as their tongues stretched and dueled. Gripping the arms of the chair, she pushed herself up, grinning into his face, her tits hanging firmly, erect nipples pointing down from the inch-high aureoles.
Her hair flowing over his shoulder and his chest, she looked down between them at the hard column of his sex, the strawberry-blonde ringlets of her bush gleaming wetly above it. Gradually she lowered herself, his hands at her hips and the bulbous head disappeared into her cunt.
His eyes lidded at the humid kiss of her flexing cunt around his head, his hands curved against the tops of her thighs. She lowered herself down around his shaft, sighing as his thickness filled her channel. She turned her hips, the hot sleeve of her snatch tightening around his rod as she turned on it. He sipped air, his balls trembling with arousal. He lifted his head, brushing her hair to the side and he kissed the tops of her tits, his hands moving up and down her thighs. She sank lower upon him, his hips rocking back and forth to stroke the quivering of her cunny.
She gripped his shoulders as he kissed her agitated nipples, his hands shifting to caress the insides of her thighs as she lifted almost off his turgid spar and then eased back down a bit farther than where she had stopped before. He sucked a plump aureole, his tongue turning in the pursed tip of her nipple. She rolled her hips upon the skewer of his throbbing tool, bowing toward him from head to knees and she moved her hands down behind her to fondle his balls with her fingertips, the forward thrust of her cunt pressing the top of his shaft against the ceiling of her channel. She raised and lowered herself, each time sinking farther down upon the gently thrusting pole, his hands to the sides of her rich hillock, his thumbs pressing down between her thighs and the soft ringlets to knead the base of her ass, his fingers gliding over her abdomen and into the strawberry-blonde pelt to stroke the pulsing of her clit, his cock sending ripples of pleasure through it from beneath. She groaned and slid further down his rod.
His body undulated beneath hers, his shaft gleaming with her juices, the sheath of his flesh taunt around the burning meat of his member, his balls shuddering under the spinnings of her fingers. His mind sparked and reeled with arousal and he expanded his mouth over her pliant breast, sucking at it as he licked her nipple, his thumbs kneading between the base of her slit and her fanny, his fingers nurturing her clit. He moaned, his face tightening as she sank fully down around his length, his head pivoting against the curved rise of her cervix as their loins ground together.
He churned the throbbing length of his cock in the hot grippings of her cunny, their pubic hair wet with her juices. His mouth tightened around her tit, the insides of his cheeks pulling over her satiny flesh, the tip of his tongue pressed up against her nipple's textured erectness. He curved his fingers inward, tightening her slit around his engorged trunk as his thumbs continued to spin her hot pearl against it as he turned his hands. She kissed his temple and cheek and her tongue traced the pattern of his ear, spiraling down into it to increase the pounding of his blood that roared within his head. His buttocks twisted against the upholstery as he thrust his prick with the clutch of her furrow, his hips rocking as hers rolled and he pulled back with her release.
Her mouth widened against the side of his face as he let her breast ease free of his squeezing mouth, his tongue whirling around her nipple. His hands again turned between her thighs, his thumbs returning to the base of her slit as his fingers swarmed about her clit's palpating raptures. Her nipple popped free of his lips, rosy pink and quivering damply. She pressed her mouth to his with a panting moan, his tongue rising to hers. They groaned together as their tongues lapped and probed, her slit broiling with succulent pleasures as his prod thrust and turned, her clit hammering bolts of joy through her as he buffed it between his fingertips. She ground her tits against his chest, pulling the hard nipples across his flesh as she caressed his stomach with her hands.
The throbbing in his cock was like a jackhammer, sending reverberations through his entire body, his thoughts disintegrating into a whirl. He groaned with his pleasure, his hands moving to the soft domes of her ass as she pressed her body down against his, her arms curled around his head. He pressed his fingertips into the soft undercurves of her ass cheeks as they rose and fell, her cunny sluicing up and down around his plunges.
She cried out into his mouth, an orgasm devouring her in a delirious quaking that quickened as it moved through her, arching her spine, curling her toes and pulling her mouth back from his as she gasped with the culmination. Her breasts heaving with her breath, she sagged down over him for a moment as her senses returned and then her eyes opened, sparkling into his and she grinned at him. He smiled back at her, his lids raising as her fanny began to move faster in his hands, as her cunt began to race up and down his cock.
The smoldering in his balls began to ignite into a glowing blaze. As she plummeted down his rod, ecstasy crowded his mind, the throbbing rising to engulf him. He thrust his hips up, his cock sweeping over the quivering walls of her nook and he curled his fingers down toward the base of her slit, rolling her buttocks in his palms. He pushed up to a sitting position and she curved her legs around him as their mouths merged again, his hands helping her raise up around his bucking cock and dropping her to slide down his pole. He leaned to the side on one elbow, so that they rested on their hips, their bodies bowing back till his head quivering between the lips of her cunt and then arching forward for his tool to race up into her.
He cupped her head in one hand, supporting her as they kissed, his other hand caressing her ass. Her fingers skated over his balls as they separated, her hand pulling back as they came together, her clit now a shimmering blur buffeted by his cock till she cried out again and again, her body twisting and hammering around him as she was caught up in her orgasmic rush, her body seized by its power.
He wheezed, his throat constricting as her maddened convulsions encased his prick in pure movement, his balls straining with the burning tide of his come, his mind dissolving into the ecstasies careening through both of them, beckoning them even higher. His hearing seemed lost to a shrieking wind, his eyes screwed tight as suns were born and died behind his lids. She clutched him, crying out as their mammoth climax reached its peak.
They yelled out, their mouths pulled wide as their bodies spasmed, his jism bursting loose, spewing through his body's vibrations, shooting through his prick, out the head and up into her cunt, splashing over the drumhead of her depths, surging within her expanding and contracting nest. Their minds swam with their culmination and their bodies seemed to remain perfectly still for a moment, their flesh tingling, every nerve ending alive. Then they fell back against the seat, gravity returning, their lungs gasping for air, dazed looks on their satiated faces.
Their flesh glowing, they lay in one another's arms, their lips curved with smiles of bliss.
* * *
Several hundred miles from the dentist's office where Traci Kyle and Ted Denver were gradually recovering from the impact of their climactic lovemaking, Traci's sixteen-year-old sister Felice was waking from an afternoon nap.
Felice stepped from the drape-dimmed light of her bedroom into the sunlit vastness of the third-floor living room and raised her hand to shield her eyes from the brightness, sunlight gleaming in her short-cropped, golden-blonde hair. The light glowed on the rise and fall of her breasts, wide-set domes with rosy-pink aureoles, her round nipples like ripe berries. Her waist was slender, her stomach a playful pout above the burnished gold triangle covering her abdomen and the lush mound of her cunny. Her pert ass flexed atop long legs as she stretched.
She pulled her shoulders back, loosening herself from sleep and her slightly wide mouth parted in a yawn to show the pointed tip of her tongue which then slid forth, long enough to touch above the tip of her nose. Felice looked down, pausing for a moment with her arms up and back. Then, she slowly relaxed, turning to the window beside her to look down.
Across the courtyard, in a second-story window facing her third-floor window, Felice could see a bedroom. As naked as she was, a man and a woman were stretching out on a bed. Felice did not turn away as they caressed and kissed, their legs curling together, but moved closer to the window, her eyes intent on their fore-play.
She found that her own hand was pressing the softness of her breasts against her chest as the man cupped the woman's breast. One knee rising to rest on the window sill, she looked down to watch the raven-haired woman's hips lift up from the bed, the man's head moving down so that his tongue could dive into her offered nook. Felice stared with fascination as the woman's mouth moved up and down in a circle around the engorged cock of the man, moistening it as her cheeks sucked in around his reddened shaft. Felice bit into her bottom lip as she watched the dark woman's fingers swirl under the full sac of his balls, working down against the root.
Felice's free hand rested nervously on her lifted thigh, slowly dropping down against the flaxen coils to play in her soft pelt, brushing against the parted lips of her quivering slit. She saw them buck their loins at one another's hungry faces, saw the muscles stand out in relief, their hands clenched tightly, their features twisted with the whirlpool of their orgasms.
Perspiration shimmered at Felice's temples, light glinting on the fine down and she drew her tongue over her dried lips. Between her tapered fingers her nipple throbbed pink and swollen. Her other hand was snared in the net of her pubic hair, moist fingers pressed into the crevice, slowly massaging the burning morsel of her clit within.
The couple began to ease away from one another, lying back to regain their breath, caressing tenderly and Felice lowered her foot to the floor, pressing her thighs together around the insertion of her hand. Her fingers spread and came together over the swollen softness of her breast, pressing the round nipple between them and then sliding back over the satin-soft dome.
"A hell of a way to wake up," she whispered to herself, grinning as she realized how deep her breathing had become. "Well, let's get on with it, huh?" she urged the couple.
As if in response, the couple turned to face one another and the man's cock was sliding up into her damp furrow, her bent legs rising and falling as she caressed his thighs with her insteps. Soon, Felice's legs began to tremble from the tightening of her muscles, her fingers plucking at the festering heat within her underbelly. She eased her knees forward, pressing them against the window sill, her feet parting to widen the opening her fingers pressed to fill. She bit into her cheek, pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
Moaning, she pressed her long tongue up against the sharp edges of her teeth, feeling her feet and knees begin to slide, lowering her to the carpet. She knelt, mindless of the chafe against her knees, her fingers roaming greedily in the moistness of her craving cunt, seeking to cull release from the humid pulsing. Her eyes blurred her vision of the man pummeling between the spread thighs of the woman, hazed the shiny shaft swirling in and out of the black grove, fogged the full breasts beneath his lips.
With a cry, Felice thrust the moist gold of her loins against the wall below the window, pressing her hand back against it as she ground the hot yearning of her snatch against her swirling fingers, her other hand going behind her to knead her saucy fanny. Her eyes closed beneath a furrowed brow, the couple lost from her sight and she leaned back from the waist and then from her knees to lie her body over her calves in a jerking bow, her fingers working between her thighs, stroking the tender lips, working in to catch the burning of her clit, her other hand moving around to join in the search for release.
She rolled over onto her side, groaning, one leg still curled under her, the other outstretched as her body began to spasm against her fingertips. She cried out into the carpeting as she raced toward the summit, passed beyond that, surging, striving for the peak, her brow furrowing as her mouth widened to a now silent cry. She twisted with the fevered quaking of her body that intensified into a vibration that reached into the marrow of her bones and her orgasm exploded, pitching her about in its throes, whirling her into a flash fire of her senses, her cry suddenly breaking free into the near silence of the room.
Felice twitched in the bright spill of the sunlight, falling into pitch darkness behind her lids to be blinded by the flares of ecstasy. She groaned, easing down gradually, her body collapsing, spent.
She brushed a lock of hair from her face with the inside of her wrist, holding the stickiness of her fingers away. Slowly she pushed herself up onto one elbow and then to a sitting position at the window, supporting her arms on the sill. The rise and fall of her shoulders slowed as she looked back down into the bedroom, smiling happily as she saw the couple come, their loins wrenching together, their faces transformed by their joy.
Her head clearing, Felice stood and went into her bathroom to wash her hands and her golden muff. A contented smile playing on her lips, she hummed as she toweled herself dry and moved back toward the living room.
Crossing toward the kitchen area for a snack, she came to a halt as she heard the handle to the front door turn and she looked toward the door as it opened.
CHAPTER TWO
Entering his apartment, Frank Kyle did not see his daughter immediately and he dropped his briefcase and a newspaper on a chair. In his thirties, in good shape, he was a handsome man. Loosening his tie, his face reddened as he saw Felice standing naked and unashamed before him in all her beauty.
"Hi, daddy. Did you get off early?" she smiled, wandering toward him, the domes of her tits quivering.
"What the hell're you doing walking around like that?" he demanded nervously.
"I was all by myself and it's comfortable," she shrugged.
"What about the windows?" You're lucky some crazy hasn't seen you and broken in," he suggested darkly, self-consciously keeping his eyes on her face.
"Do you think I'm that pretty, daddy?" Felice asked wide-eyed, clearly pleased.
"Young lady, get on some clothes," he warned slowly.
"Oh, okay," she shrugged as he turned toward the kitchen area with a sigh and a shake of Ms head. "Daddy?" she asked, her eyes catching on the thrust of Ms cock against Ms slacks.
"Yes, Felice?" he asked wearily.
"Would it be okay if I closed the drapes?" she smiled.
"When you're alone, I suppose," he told her and watched with some agitation as she moved toward her room, her pert ass rolling lusciously above her long legs. He turned back toward the bar in the kitchenette.
Felice crossed before the south windows, the windows looking down into the lovers' apartment and she saw that they were still in the bedroom. He was standing at the edge of the bed, Ms weight on his knees as she gripped Ms hips, Ms cock in the woman's sucking mouth, the light shining on Ms rod as her head moved back and forth upon it. Felice glanced back toward her father who was mixing a drink.
"Daddy?" she asked softly in a girlish voice.
"Yes?" he replied, glancing back disconcertedly at her sunlit body.
"Am I, Daddy?" she asked, drifting one leg in a wide arc before her.
"Are you wharf" he asked, noting the way the swing of her leg pressed the mound of her cunny forward as it crossed the other leg and almost bared her slit as she swung it away from her body.
"Pretty?"
"Yes, you're very pretty, Felice," he admitted. "Now'll you get dressed, darling?" he asked hopefully.
"But... "
"Felice," he warned.
"Would you spank me?" she asked in a whisper. "You haven't spanked me in a very long time," she noted.
"Well, you're not too old. So, do as I say," he directed.
"You wouldn't really spank me on my fanny, would you, Daddy?" she persisted.
"I'm warning you," he said evenly, rolling the newspaper in his hands.
"Don't you want me to be happy?" she asked petulantly.
He began to walk toward her, slapping the paper into one palm. She wondered if he really would use it and if he could stop there. Yet, at the moment, she was interested in luring him to the south windows and the view of the lovers across the courtyard. Frank stopped in front of her and she bowed her head, her hands joined behind her back atop the lush globes of her ass cheeks.
"Well, young lady?" he asked, slapping the paper into his palm.
"Oh, Daddy, I'm sorry," she said and threw her arms around his waist, pressing her body against his.
He felt her stomach rubbing against his groin, her tits pressing under his chest, soft and pliant. She felt his body tense against the fluid lushness of her hold, her face against his chest. She looked up into his reddened face and he stared down for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts from the morass of his arousal.
"Alright, just do as I say," he slurred, feeling feverish.
Nodding submissively, she turned and walked into her room, her impish smile hidden from his view, his glazed eyes on the swing of her pert ass. She closed the door behind her, letting it ease back open an inch.
Frank breathed a deep sigh of relief, for he was not himself sure that he could have stopped with just spanking his naked daughter. Relaxing slightly, he glanced out at the sky and then started to turn from the windows when he saw the woman's full lips encircling the hardness of the man's reddened rod.
Frank glanced toward Felice's door, hearing the bathroom shower being turned on. He looked back down into the apartment below, seeing the woman's head bobbing upon the swaying man's big cock, her hands flowing over his body. Had Felice seen them? he wondered. No, probably not. Damn, but that bastard's getting a royal blow job! Beautiful tits jiggling against the insides of his thighs, her hands playing with his balls. Damn! but she's fine.
Having turned the shower on as a ruse, Felice stood at the cracked door watching her father stare intently down at the lovers, his hands tightly gripping his rolled newspaper. She smiled happily, seeing his prick pressing even harder against his trousers. She had desired him for as long as she could remember, but she was not certain why she had chosen this day to act. Perhaps it was as a result of his coming in on her, reacting to her nudity, the first real opportunity since she had given up her virginity.
Turning, she took a pair of faded cut-offs from her drawer and squirmed into them, her full ass cheeks twisting from side to side until they were squeezed into the second skin of the worn cloth that gripped the press of her cunny. She looked into her full length mirror, examining the hip huggers that were like a narrow band around her loins since she had cut them off so high at the bottoms. White, they were slightly transparent, her high muff a faint shadow and even more so in the back where the cloth had been rubbed even thinner, the crack of her ass a definite shadow reinforced by the clear molding of the cushions of lushness underneath. Pleased, Felice pulled a cotton T-shirt over her head and pinched her already erect nipples through the cloth to make the studs of her nipples stand out even more clearly. Silently, she moved back to the door.
Frank stood exactly as before, but his breathing was shallower, the bulge of his tool even more pronounced. Felice glanced out her window to see the man sliding the woman back onto the bed, the woman grinning back over her shoulder as she thrust her opulent fanny back up toward the man's swollen cock. Without a sound, Felice moved into her bathroom, slowly closing the door to gradually soften the sound of the shower. Then she slackened the water's flow till it was turned off. Hoping the disappearance of the sound had escaped her father's notice with his mind and senses so preoccupied, she returned stealthily to the door of her room. Frank's jaw muscles showed as he watched the man's cock ease down into the woman's anus and Felice could almost hear his breathing.
Felice opened the door quickly, stepping out into the living room with a smile. Frank jerked away from the window, trying to cover his arousal with the newspaper.
"Okay, Daddy?" she asked slowly, staring into his dilated eyes.
"That's, uh, better, dear," he nodded, moving away from the windows in an effort to draw her away.
"What's the matter? Are you sick, Daddy?" she asked with concern, standing where she could have looked down at the lovers with but a sideward glance.
"Sick? Why, no," he shook his head, turning toward the couch.
"You're breathing funny, an' you're all red in the face," she noted, following him slowly.
"Uh, guess I just got too angry with you," he offered quickly.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Daddy," she said with remorse.
"That's all right, baby," he said, sitting. "Just don't provoke me like that, testing me, huh?"
"It wasn't that," she said, curling up beside him. "I just wondered, wondered what you thought."
"Well, like I said, you're a very pretty girl," he said, uncomfortable at her closeness, sensing her body's heat, seeing the jabs of her nipples against the T-shirt, the cut-offs gripping her loins, the insides of her thighs bare to their tops, little curlings of burnished gold showing at the top of the hip huggers, the shirt pulled up above the base of supple belly.
His breathing tight with arousal, he swallowed hard and turned his glazed eyes toward the coffee table before the couch. Felice saw his drink on the table and she stretched out for it, rising up on her knees, gripping the edge of the couch as she reached forward. The cutoffs pulled even tighter across her fanny and rode up to show the base of her ripe buttocks. He stared at her ass, seeing the lovers in his mind's eye, the man's cock sliding into the woman's anus. Knowing this, Felice took her time. Reaching out with the arm closest to him, she felt the T-shirt hanging loose below her belly and breasts and she turned her body slightly. Frank's eyes moved up into the shadowed cavern formed by her body and the shirt, seeing her young breasts with their round nipples stabbing down hard. The blood was pounding in his head, his body hot.
"Here you go," she said, straightening and she turned unsteadily back toward him, holding his drink out.
He stared into her eyes and she stared back without guile. He moistened his lips and closed his eyes for a second, opened them and reached out for the glass. Their fingers touched as he took the glass, her eyes still on his and he took a long drink. She looked down at the impression his engorged prod made against his slacks and she slowly stood up, moving into the kitchen for a glass of lemonade. Frank kept his eyes away from her, trying to force himself to read his newspaper, but he could not maintain his attention. His cock softened a bit, but his arousal would not relent in its vertigo-inducing strength.
A minute later, she returned with her drink to stand behind him, her light scent heavy in his nostrils. He consoled himself with the fact that he could not see nor feel her body, but then she leaned forward to look at the paper, her breasts brushing his shoulders and back.
He breathed easier as he heard her move away. Taking another swallow of his drink, he wondered if she might be back by the windows. He wanted to look, to make sure she was not seeing the lovers below, but he did not want to look at her. He turned his head.
Felice stood at the windows, sipping her lemonade, looking down toward the lovers' apartment. Her long legs were spread, her ass next to naked through the grip of the worn cut-offs.
"Felice," he said and cleared his throat when her name came out as a hoarse croak.
"Yes, Daddy?" she asked innocently, her eyes remaining on the apartment below.
"Uh, come away from there," he said, unsure how to say it.
"Why, Daddy?" she asked, a smile hidden from his view.
"Let's not start that again," he said tightly.
"But I'm not naked now. Nobody can see my titties, or my pussy," she said.
"Felice!"
"Are you going to spank me, Daddy?"
"If you don't get away from the windows-yes!" he blurted, parental anger at disobedience blurring with surrender to her seductive provocation.
"Oh," she nodded.
"Get over here!" he snapped, rolling the newspaper in his hands.
Felice moved toward him with hesitant steps, her head lowered penitently, her fingers moving together before her as she played the part out.
"S-should I lay across your lap like... like I used to?" she asked in a timid voice, raising her eyes.
"Yes," he said hoarsely and she stretched out over his thighs and lap, her thinly clothed fanny lifted.
Felice could feel his cock hard against her hip and abdomen and she shifted against it. Frank raised the paper, paused and then brought it down against the lush pillows of her buttocks. Felice moaned even though the paper only stung lightly and she twisted her cunny against the jab of his prick as he spanked her. Frank's mouth and throat were dry, his tool throbbing as her body stroked it, Felice making tearful sounding groans.
"Oh!" she said suddenly and he blinked down toward her head with confusion. "I just remembered," she murmured, lifting up a little, "that I always took my pants down for a spanking," she said with an apologetic whisper, only the gleam in her eyes betraying her act.
Frank found that he could say nothing and watched her turn in his lap to unsnap the cut-offs and unzip them. He looked down at the soft curlings of her muff, fascinated by its shape of a Y with the top filled in. She worked the pants lower and her cunt opened to reveal the moist pinkness of her slit. The newspaper fell from his hand.
Smiling warmly, Felice turned back over, presenting him with the softness of her ass cheeks. Entranced, he slowly raised his hand and brought it down, watching the pillowy buttocks tremble, a smacking sound filling his ears. Felice murmured with pleasure at the press of his cock against her opened slit, only his slacks between its hardness and her damp splay, her channel trembling hotly. His palm greeted her buttocks with a slap, sending a shiver of motion down through her cunny, pausing for an instant to stroke the silky softness as he drew his hand back from her. She twisted on his lap with a small moan, her legs parting as she rubbed her cunt against the press of his prick, the cloth dampening between them. He stared down at the parting of her thighs, at the juncture of ass cheeks, cleavage, thighs and the soft curling of her bush. He bit into his lip, his hand trembling as he held it poised. His palm came down against the base of the pillowy buttocks at the merging with her thighs. He could feel the downy softness of her muff, the edge of his palm pushing her bottom up from her legs. She continued to shift atop him, the cloth now wet against his shaft, her nook flexing around its throbbing heat.
"It's not fair t'spank me on both sides, daddy," he heard her say in a tearful, pouting voice, the meaning of the words gradually coming to him.
"B-both sides?" he muttered with a frown and glanced toward her face as she pushed her hands against the couch next to his thighs, straightening her arms to raise herself from the waist.
She pressed her thighs up against his, thrusting her ass up from them and her arched back. Her firm breasts thrust their erect nipples against the T-shirt which hung away from her belly. She looked back at him over her raised shoulder, her eyes lidded with pleasure. She slowly dampened her lips with her tongue.
"Spanking me with your hand and a stick," she said in a husky whisper.
"Stick?" he asked, confused.
Her weight on one arm, she turned her raised torso toward him and reached back to unzip his pants, freeing his engorged rod. "An' see how it's made my pussy cry?" she asked, looking down toward her hips as she turned them, presenting him with the view of her opened muff, the burnished gold threadings damp along the sides of her slit's wet pinkness. "Kiss it and make it all better?" she prompted.
Frank swallowed hard, his heart beating fast, his flesh tingling with a torrid heat. His cock stood up from his opened pants like a stone tower. She shifted, turning her legs and lay back down, but this time her cunny was lifted up toward him from his lap, the satin smoothness of her hip pressing against the underlength of his tool.
She smiled up at his strained expression and brought her feet up against his thigh, her knees spreading as they rose, the gleaming damp of her cleave expanding. She began slowly to rotate her ass against the meeting of his thighs, the pink invitation turning in languid circles beneath his eyes.
She braced one hand against the carpet and turned her body, both arms back against the floor as she lifted one leg over him. The base of her pulsing slit pressed against the dorsal vein of his prod, her legs curled at his sides, her insteps against his hips. He moved his eyes up her slit to the soft fur covering her abdomen, over the supple strength of her belly with its dainty navel, over the rounded domes of her breasts with their rosy pink aureoles and pink pearl nipples pushing against the T-shirt as it caught against them, sliding from her belly as she eased her head and shoulders to the floor. All pretense was gone from her face. She smiled up at him with carnal sensuality, rubbing her cunny up against his cock. He found himself wanting to see her tits.
"Your shirt-take it off," he said thickly. "I want to see your breasts."
"Will you kiss them too?" she purred.
"Yes."
She eased the cotton shirt up the undersides of her tits, away from the pink rings, the nipples and down off her breasts. He stared at them, his breathing audible to him. He wanted her totally naked, the shirt fully off.
"First, kiss my cunny's tears away," she bid, knowing what he wanted. "And I'll suck your cock," she added.
Her weight on her feet, she arched her loins up from his thighs and he caught her hips in his hands, raising her cunt to his lowering face.
She groaned with relief as he pressed his lips to her sizzling nook, flares of joy jetting through her. She lifted her legs to the back of the couch, her back against the edge of the seat. She clutched her breasts in her hands and threw her head back as his tongue snaked into her cunny, igniting the smoldering heat. He pushed his hands up from between her thighs, cupping her ass cheeks as he kissed the sweet secretions from the slick softness of her cleave. Her thighs atop his shoulders, he moved his lips up her slit till he found the burning bolt of her clit. She cried out as he sucked it into his mouth, his tongue flowing over its tip. She pressed her calves against the back of the couch, her body lifting as she gripped his knees. He held the small of her back in his hands, his mouth burrowing in her. She leaned forward, her thighs atop his shoulders and the top of the couch's back and she leaned over him, shaking with ecstasy as his tongue spiraled and stroked her pulsing clit. The ocean roared in her ears. She caressed the top of his head, sobbing with the raptures that pounded within her broiling cunt. She screamed with release, grabbing the back of the couch as she squirmed and writhed upon her clit's fusion with his knowing mouth.
Her cunt opened and closed like a gasping flower around his mouth, its fragrance rich, its honey sweet. Some of his tension relieved, he eased his limp daughter down till she sat on his lap, his cock between them. She smiled groggily at him and raised the T-shirt from her head and arms. He smiled back and kissed her breasts' firm softness. She gurgled happily, reaching down to take hold of his cock for the first time, wrapping her hands around his trunk to grip its thickness in her fists.
He sucked the baubles of her nipples into his lips, licking them as he felt her hands flex around his prick's hardness. He expanded his mouth over and around the lush domes of her tits, feeling their gentle weights against his tongue, the insides of his cheeks and the roof of his mouth. His tongue flowed over their roundness. Her hands tightened around his prick as he let them pop free of his tightening mouth.
"My turn," she smiled drunkenly and they looked down at his tool as she moved her hands to his trousers.
In moments, he was naked from the waist down and she was kneeling against the couch, her hands gliding up and down his thighs as she leaned forward toward the thrust of his rod. He watched her slightly wide mouth pucker, parting between the outward curvings of her lush lips as they approached the smaller lips of his prick head. He inhaled sharply as she exhaled against his head and he saw her lips press against the minute mouth feeling them join as if with electricity in a loving pursing. Her lips parted and the point of her tongue touched and played at the bulb's opening, beckoning a liquid tongue to come forth. He slid his fingers through the gold of her hair. The light gleamed off her pearly teeth as she opened her mouth wide around the big bell of his head, her tongue moving over the hypersensitive bulb, extending to its full length, spinning around his cock's cap as she lowered her opened mouth upon the spar of his arousal, only her tongue touching. He gritted his teeth as the throb of his rod deepened, his mind reeling as he felt her hot breath around his head and shaft, as her hands opened against the tops of his thighs, her thumbs stretching in to graze the fine hairs of his scrotum, his balls trembling, swelling with his come. Through blurred eyes, he saw her pause with half his prick in her mouth and his shoulders bunched as her tongue tip touched the base of his dorsal vein. Ever so slowly, she eased her long tongue upward along the length of the vein till she touched the cleft of his bulbous head. His fingers curled in her hair, his lips parted, the blood pounded in his ears.
The head of his cock pressed against the back of her throat and Felice gradually closed her mouth around him, pressing her tongue along the underside of his shaft, drawing her cheeks in against the sides, the top length against the ridged roof. She sucked tight and he groaned with pleasure. She stroked his balls with her thumbs, her fingers curling in his pubic hair.
She pulled her head up and back, pulling her tightened mouth from the swollen rod till she held only the head, her tongue flowing over it, her fingers spinning around his nuts. He pressed his head back against the couch, his body burning, his mind fraying with joy. Holding tightly to his head, she continued to pull upon the shimmering heat of his cock, her fingers stroking his root.
Suddenly, she lowered her face, loosening her oral grip, her lips sliding down the pole of his sex, her tongue against the dorsal vein. His head went down into her throat as she opened it, tilting her neck to align mouth and throat. Head and cock went down and her lips tightened around the base of his cock, the whole of his big cock in her hungry mouth. He groaned from deep in his chest.
She stroked his balls with her thumbs, pressing her fingertips back under his body, stroking his thick root back to his anus. Tightening her mouth again, she raised her head, then lowered it, raised it, lowered, raised. Faster and faster, tightening and loosening around the throbbing meat of his shaft, pulling the tight sheath of flesh with her fluttering lips, her tongue rubbing, his head skidding along the roof of her mouth and then down into her throat where her breath rustled around it in an airy caress.
The throbbing of his cock expanded, ripples of heat racing out through his body, his flesh encased in static electricity, the throbbing shaking his muscles. His breath caught in his throat. He pressed his shoulders back against the sofa, his hands stiffening around her pumping head. Her mouth raced up and down him, sucking, taking him into her throat. Her fingers kneaded his root, caressed his anus, her thumbs stroking his trembling balls.
Her breasts twisted against the sofa between his thighs, his thighs pressed back against the sofa to either side of her body. Her tongue flashed around his head. Her fingertip rolled gently at his ass. Her thumbs burnished his quaking balls, the jism boiling within them. Her fingers rolled his root up against his body. Her lips plummeted around his shaking trunk.
His lips pulled back from his teeth, his mouth opening to strained breaths. His face was lined with the intensity of the approaching orgasm. His mind and body blurred into a single entity spinning in a whirlpool of ecstasy, his daughter's mouth the whirlpool, the consuming apex, the pleasure-giving focal point.
The breath growled loose of his throat, his hips rising and falling, his cock thrusting into her mouth, his fingers digging into the edge of the sofa, his muscles trembling with tension as his orgasm raced toward him. His body shook. A cry broke from his lips.
She felt his cock begin to jump in her mouth. His come exploded from his balls into his body, rushing toward his prick, toward her mouth. She felt her father's body begin to convulse with his release. She moved her mouth faster.
He felt every nerve ending in his body vibrate with rapture, felt them merge, felt his come roaring into his cock, flashing through its length like quicksilver.
His thick spend erupted from the mouth of his head, globules splashing into her throat, against the roof of her mouth as she pulled her head up along his spasming bulk, his cry deepening.
His body locked, his climax peaking, his jism gushing against her lips and down over her tits as she gripped his pumping rod, aiming it.
She cried out, climaxing in response, his spunk gleaming upon her breasts and she swallowed his rich load and sucked at him again.
He came loose of the immense ecstasy, exhaling deeply and fell limp on the couch.
"Damn," was all he could manage.
She sucked hard on his softening tool, pulling the last of his brew from him. Letting him slide loose of her lips, she looked up with a dreamy smile at his satiated grin.
"Hard t'tell who that spanking hurt the most," she grinned, sliding her hands over her come-coated tits, rubbing the thick cream into her flesh, bathing her nipples with it. "Your shirt-take it off. I want t'see your chest," she chuckled. "And I'll kiss your tears from my titties," she added.
He laughed at the reversal of their earlier exchange and at the incongruity of still wearing his shirt and loosened tie. Tossing them aside, he looked down at her as she sat back against her calves, her hands pushing her lush tits high on her chest, the light sparkling on her wet nipples. She lowered her face and her long tongue slid out to lick the soft domes, skimming his spend, from them in slow strokes. Then she sucked her nipples into her lips, suckling the spend from them as if drawing milk, breast-feeding herself.
His scalp tingled tightly as he stared, his breath deepening as she licked and sucked her breasts. She raised her head with a knowing smile and they both looked at his cock as it began to grow erect again.
* * *
Frank's other daughter, Felice's older sister, locked up the dentist's office, having changed from her uniform into a jersey shirt-dress that molded and draped the naked body beneath. Ted grinned as Traci got into his car, her skirt pulling up her long legs to a glimpse of the strawberry-blonde ringlets of her cunny.
"You sure you want to stop for dinner?" she asked with a smile, noting his erection as he got into the car.
"I can get off on a little anticipation," he smiled back as she slid over next to him, her thigh pressing against his.
"Staring across the table, knowing we're going to be fucking again after we're through? Feeling each other up during dinner, reaching under the table to take off your shoe so you can slide your foot up between my legs, against my cunny while I'm rubbing mine against your cock?" she asked softly, sharing the anticipation with him, increasing it.
"In a dimly lit place with long tablecloths so that I can go after a dropped fork and nibble your clit, so I can shoot off in a wine glass for us to drink," he grinned, warming to the gambit as he started the car.
"You're a sex freak too, aren't you?" she asked and laughed happily.
"Yep," he nodded, mimicking Gary Cooper and looked over to see her unbutton her shirt-dress to the waist, baring her thighs and cunt as she pushed the cloth to the sides. "I'll drive slow when we go by buses," he grinned, admiring the view, the sunlight haloing the strawberry-blonde curls.
"And the trucks," she smiled. "But if we're going to give the sightseeing buses sights, we must have equality for the women in the audience," she chuckled lasciviously as she unzipped his pants and she worked his engorged cock and his balls out into view.
"Seems like this should be a convertible so we could take the top down," he laughed and he noticed that they were approaching a bus which was in the next lane.
The six passengers who had been looking out the window when the bus was slowly passed by Ted's car stared in amazement for several moments and then slowly looked around to see if anyone else had seen the long legs and reddish blonde bush of Traci and the big, erect cock and heavy balls of Ted. The six grinned as they saw one another. A young brunette woman got up and joined a young man and they discussed their pleasure at what they had viewed, their eyes on one another's laps. Their eyes met, their grins broadened and they caressed one another, the woman stroking the elongated prod, the man burnishing the plump cunny.
* * *
Felice watched the flesh of Frank's cock stretch tight as his prick stood up from his body, the pale blue and cerise veins giving it a marble look, the bulbous head a glowing lavender. She drifted her fingers lovingly over it.
"Your room or mine?" she asked, looking up at his face.
"Mine. The bed's bigger," he smiled and they stood, Frank lifting her in his arms to carry her toward the bedroom.
CHAPTER THREE
Frank laid Felice atop the bed and she stretched luxuriantly, smiling carnally up at him, her arms thrust out and up, her legs spread wide to open the burnished gold covering of her underbelly, the pink of her slit gleaming invitingly, the bases of her ass cheeks showing below. He looked down at her spread-eagled body for a moment, his cock jutting out and he felt his nervousness receding as his desire built, his eyes lifting to hers, her pupils large within the golden-brown of her irises.
The wide-set domes of her breasts rose and fell, her round nipples were swollen with arousal and her long tongue eased between her lips, dampening them slowly. Her arms moved in toward her body, her hands drifting down over her tits to press against her defined belly and down into the soft fur covering her abdomen, following the broad triangle toward its apex above the lush curves of her fanny, her fingers dipping into the humid cleave of her nook. Her eyes beckoned and pleaded. His hands above her shoulders, he lowered himself down over her, his mouth covering hers as he rested on one knee between her thighs, his other leg lifting from the floor. Her hands rose and clutched his back, squeezing and pulling, their tongues flowing together, their breathing quickening. She arched her torso up toward him, thrusting her breasts against his chest as he stretched out, the head of his cock nudging her inner hip as it slid upward, his balls sliding against the juncture of thigh and muff, his shaft pressing down against gold hair and tan flesh, his weight going to his elbows above the curves of her shoulders. He cupped her head in his hands, running his fingers through the backswept hair, massaging her scalp under the short-cropped golden-blonde silliness and their lips writhed together, moans filtering out as their tongues dove and curled.
She rolled her hips against his, the leg outside his lifting to bend her calf over the backs of his thighs, caressing as her cunny shifted toward his hard tool, her hands moving over his back and down to his buttocks, her breasts grinding against his chest. His rod throbbed with yearning, his flesh was hot. He raised his hip from her underbelly, his cock shifted, angled between their bodies by its tension and he moved its swollen knob toward the radiating heat of her slit. She moaned with anticipation, moving to accommodate his entrance. She groaned deeply into his mouth as his head brushed her vaginal lips, a spasm of joy running through her, her fingers digging into him, her ass squirming against the sheets.
Their lips came apart, Felice gasping for air and he kissed her cheeks and jaw, moving up to her temples, forehead and eyes, pivoting his cock into the top of her furrow, the bulbous cap stroking her pulsing clit. His fingers curled to the base of her skull and the nape of her neck amid the cushion of her hair. His thumbs stroked her ears.
"Oh, now, do it now, want it," she gasped, her voice almost a whimper, her body rocking and thrusting against his, her nook broiling with rampant heat.
He arched his hips and his prick dropped down into her channel, thrusting fully up into her torrid grip. Her eyes came open, his shaft racing back out, her senses swirling and he was suddenly grasping her ass cheeks, opening them to press his head to the rosy purse of her anus, his trunk gleaming with the lubrication of her juices. Her legs pulled up against his sides as he burrowed knowingly up into her ass, glutting her with his thickness. She hugged him tightly to her, her open mouth pressing against his shoulder as her ass ground down around the spire of his buggering prick.
"I never-never even thought of this-" she blurted out in ragged breaths, her eyes closed, perspiration gleaming on her forehead as she concentrated on relaxing her sphincter muscles, gradually gaining control of them so that she could tighten and loosen around the bob and thrust of his prod, stroking him, bringing the blood that engorged his cock to a boil, waves of broiling heat surging through him. "Oh yes, the, jeez but... " she moaned, his hands kneading her ass cheeks around his long tool, his lower stomach rubbing over her silky bush, stroking the quivering lips of her cunny, sending tremors through her passion pearl, his body positioned so that he could lower his face to her tits, his lips catching at the pink jewels of her nipples. "You're drivin' me crazy-exploding-so fine-comin' again an'-" she rambled ecstatically, her head lolling back, her face upraised with a rapturous expression as orgasms blossomed through her, her clit glowing, her cunt vibrating, her rectum contracting and the blossoms began to flower into a rainbow garden that flooded her body with a spectrum of overwhelming sensations of joy, guttural cries of release spilling from her lips as her body convulsed against him, her ass and cunt spasming together, his cock caught up in the voracious suckling, his mind seesawing as his body shook with the mounting waves, his balls quaking as his come exploded into her body. They clutched one another, their bodies trembling together as his spend jetted through his bucking cock, geysering up into her flaring depths, their minds reeling in the culmination, the zenith of their climax holding, dazzling them with its intensity.
Gradually, they became aware of their bodies sinking down to the sheets, floating loosely to the bed, their flesh glowing, their eyes closed as their satiation soothed them.
* * *
After their dinner at a dimly lit restaurant with long tablecloths and booths, Ted and Traci went to her apartment, having to restrain themselves from stripping before they got there, their arousal and anticipation honed to a fine point by their words and actions at the restaurant and in the car.
Their clothes discarded between the front door and the bedroom door, Ted was now kneeling over Traci, his knees just under her arms, his calves pressed against her sides. She cupped the firm globes of her tits together around the thickness of his prick, rolling them against one another with his shaft gripped between the silky weights as he thrusted toward her open mouth, her tongue licking at his head as she sucked it and his upper trunk into the suction of her mouthings and as he drew back through the shifting pliancy she pursed her lips to blow cool air against the wet flesh of his head. He gripped the head of the bed, his eyes half closed to the rapturous sensations snaring his mind in a web of joy, his flesh consumed with quivering heat as she moved her breasts in a faster counter-rhythm, urging the speed of his pumping, her cheeks pulling tightly around shaft and head, her tongue licking the minute lips, the fondling weights of her tits quickening the blood, within his trunk to a shattering pounding that sounded within his ears, drowning out all other sounds.
His balls raced back and forth from the top of her contoured belly to the cleave of her quivering breasts. His juices strained his nuts till they seemed to shriek a cry so high as to be beyond hearing, but which burned up his spine to flash brightly within the base of his skull, the flashes coming faster and faster behind his closed eyelids. His mouth pulled wide as her lips blew a stream of air against the wetness of his cock to send a chill through the burning rod. His knuckles went white as he clutched the head of the bed for support, his arms were locked straight before him, the muscles standing out in relief from them and his shoulders as he swayed from the waist, continuing to thrust off his knees, racing his throbbing tool without thought between the lush globes and in and out of her suckling mouth. His mind blurred as the waves of ecstasy crashed faster and faster, sending him reeling, drawing his come from him.
He groaned from deep in his chest, a ragged sound mixing with the creak of the bed as his hold shook it. His body arched from shoulders to knees and his cock spasmed as his spend gushed free, splashing over her tongue and down into her throat.
She swallowed his thick brew, her tongue still licking under the cleft of his head. His brain spun dizzily, her tits held tight around the jerkings of his prod, squeezing his spunk from him, ecstasy buoying him up till he felt as if he was floating weightlessly. She pulled her head back, letting the last of his spend splash into the base of her throat and over the tops of her breasts, which glowed pinkly from her manipulation, her chafed nipples reddened atop the high caps of her aureoles.
She lifted her hands to his sides as he loosened his grip on the bed and helped him ease down beside her. His chest rose and fell as he began to regain his breath, a dazed expression of fulfillment on his face. His eyelids parted and he smiled over at her, touching his hand to the side of her face. She lowered her mouth to his and they kissed without hurry as his strength returned.
"I didn't get it all," she said softly, raising up to let him see the thick droplets of his come clinging to her flesh and she smiled enticingly.
"Have to do something about that then, won't we?" he smiled and pushed up onto one elbow to press his lips to hers before lowering his mouth to her collar bone, his tongue extending toward the hollow between the delicate lift of her neck muscles, flicking over the base of her throat as he skimmed the pearly liquid from her.
He raised his mouth back to hers, extending his come on the ladle of his tongue and her tongue met his just before their lips joined. She moved her hand along his side to his hip as she sucked the bitter-sweet fluid into her mouth from his tongue. Their mouths continued to lazily undulate together, his hand spreading through the strawberry-blonde ringlets of her muff, feeling the dampness along her slit.
Their lips parted and they smiled languidly at each other before he turned his head toward the remaining droplets adorning the high-set globes of her tits, but just as he started to suck the liquid up, the phone rang. She glanced from the bedside table to him, a questioning look on her face and she squeezed his prick in one hand, her fingers slipping in the coating of his jism as her other hand lifted the receiver.
"Hello, daddy," she smiled a moment later. Frank was phoning long distance from the living room of his apartment as Felice slept in the bedroom. "Yeah," she nodded, listening to her father ask if Felice could come and stay with her for a time.
Her eyes were on Ted kissing her breasts, his lips parted to suck his spunk from her. Smiling, he lifted his head even with hers and he stretched his tongue out to smear the pasty liquid over the mouthpiece.
"Uh, just static," she told Frank when he 'asked about the sound and suppressed her laughter as Ted gathering the long coiled extension cord up between her legs.
"Any reason?" she asked her father, her voice tightening as Ted pressed the shiny insulation against her vaginal lips, working the springy cord up into her slit, one hand shifting her legs over his, his prick lifting up erect again.
"Uh-huh," she murmured as Frank simply said that he wanted some time to be on his own and to get some things worked out. Ted was easing her over onto her side as he worked the cord higher into her, the curled line shifting and sliding within her dampening cunny. His hard length pressed down along the cleavage of her uptilted ass cheeks. He kissed the nape of her neck and the area around the receiver covering her ear. His hand eased the cord a little way out and then further into the building heat of her nook-slightly out, then farther in, till several feet of the looped line was filling her channel. Small gaps between the pressings of the shifting coils felt like dozens of tiny fingers stroking the pulsating walls, while the loopings felt like a very long cock, limpid and lost, shifting in serpentine patterns as it sought to either exit or straighten within her. Ted moved down behind her, his mouth at her other ear, his tongue dabbing lightly within it as he breathed through his nose, his hips pulling back from her fanny as the head of his prod nuzzled down between the ripe globes of her buttocks. She inhaled sharply as the fat knob pressed into the pink fissure of her anus, collaring itself with the ring of almost invisible, pale strawberry-blonde down bordering her puckered aperture. Her tongue rasped over the come-coated grill of the mouthpiece as he slid his hand under the cord to rub her rich juices into his engorged rod before pressing his knob into her, her muscles relaxed for his entrance. "Yeah," she blurted in reply to his request. "When's she goin' t'come," she said thickly as Ted's prick began to shift up into her rectum, stretching the membrane between her ass and cunt which was stuffed with the shifting cord. There were a few moments of silence as Frank resisted responding to her wording. Then he told her that he would like Felice to leave the following evening. "Okay, phone t'let-me know-which flight," she gasped as Ted thrust fully up into her fanny, his body pressing against her buttocks. With a note of curiosity, Frank agreed and hung up.
Ted suddenly pulled on the cord and the coils turned and slid through her cunt and over her vaginal lips and under her palpitating clit as he churned his staff within her clenching grip. She cried out, dropping the receiver as she came, the plastic striking the dial hard, the bells ringing out. Her ass twisted back upon the pike of his hardened flesh, her body shaking with the convulsions of her loins, her hair lashing back around his neck as she reached around to hug him to her until the roiling heat had subsided somewhat.
"How's your dad doing?" he grinned, kissing the side of her face. She only gurgled weakly, her eyes heavily lidded.
"Okay," she offered after a minute. "My younger sister's coming to stay with me for awhile. Tomorrow night," she added, looking down as he lifted the receiver in his hand, seeing the extension cord gleaming with her secretions and hearing the recorded voice and beep notifying them, surprise of surprises, that "There is an indication that a receiver has been left off the hook on your line."
"Well, have t'do something about that," he said with a smile and pressed the ear piece into the splay of her opened cunny, the plastic warm from her conversation.
She laughed, twisting between the receiver and his cock, the woman operator's voice muffled within the dampness of her nook, his shaft bobbing within the hot clutchings of her rectum. He slid his other hand up over her stomach caressingly till it cupped one of her breasts. She murmured with pleasure, her clit responding to the vibrations of the turning ear piece. The membrane seemed to dissolve between her ass and snatch as his abdomen ground against her fanny, his cock jabbing and turning, filling her. She turned her face and their opened lips brushed, their tongues flicking.
Rolling her pursed nipple between his fingers, he groaned as his prod began to pulse faster and faster within the tightness of her rectum, his balls brushing the soft insides of her thighs. She bit at her lower lip, her features tensing as the humid turmoil within her loins began to expand into a torrid whirlpool. Her body moved with the voluptuous contractions of her hive as her voice broke from her constricting throat. He clutched her tighter to him as her fanny bobbed and twisted upon his cock, pumping his come free of his balls, excruciatingly pleasurable fires bursting through him. She cried out again, ecstasies zooming through her and she gripped his hips tightly, her toes curling in the sheets as she came. Her cunt spasmed against the receiver, shaking through to her rectum, bucking upon his rod. His come roared through his shaft, his sanity shredding as he shook with release. His spend frothed up into her bowels, setting her off again into a more intense level of climaxing, her body squirming and twisting, the receiver falling from his hand as their cries merged into a single voice and they reached the culmination of their raptures together.
The beeping sound was still coming from the earpiece of the phone. Ted and Traci collapsed upon the bed, only dimly aware of any sound but their breathing and the pounding of their hearts. The beeping envied and the recorded voice repeated: "Please see that all receivers are properly restored. Thank you."
"We will shortly," Traci grinned, lifting the phone. "And you're more than welcome, my dear," she added, hanging up.
"Ah and she'll never know," he laughed, Traci turning into his arms, his cock popping free of her and they kissed deeply, Ted casually wondering what her "kid sister" was like, the thought quickly lost in the warmth of their embrace.
* * *
Frank had eased back into bed after phoning Traci, taking care not to wake Felice. He had climaxed five times with her, having no idea how many times she had come. As his eyes moved down her body, he wondered at her energy as well as her beauty. Her hand suddenly closed around his prick and he looked over to see her smiling happily at him, his cock going erect in response.
"Hello, number six," he smiled and drew her to him, their mouths joining, their loins following suit a moment later.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next afternoon, in the same apartment complex where Ted lived, fifteen-year-old Rona Denton stood in the kitchen of the apartment she and her mother shared, drinking a glass of apple juice. Dark auburn hair covered her shoulders, falling in subtle waves around her innocent face. A gold chain around her slender throat held a tiny pendant just under the cleft of her gracefully defined collarbone. She wore a short-sleeved cotton shirt which lifted out over her round breasts which were widening with time, still maturing. Faded jeans concealed her long, slender legs, but not the globes of her ass cheeks, a bright sew-on patch adorning one lush buttock.
She was trying not to eavesdrop on her mother and one of her boyfriends, Jim, the two unaware of her closeness as they spoke near the kitchen door, thinking she was in her room.
"I want to make love to you, Jessica. I want to slide my cock up into your sweet snatch," Jim said in a husky whisper.
"Me too, love, but I don't want to put Rona uptight," Rona's mother whispered and the girl's mouth pulled in a grimace. She finished the juice and rinsed out the glass, making sure to create enough noise to alert them to her nearness.
"Oh, Mom, I'm going over to Lydia's for awhile," she said, coming from the kitchen to see them moving toward the couch. "Be back in a couple of hours," she smiled opening the front door.
"Have fun, baby," Jessica smiled, Jim lifting his hand. "You figure she heard us?" Jessica mused after the door had closed behind Rona.
"If so, you've got a very understanding daughter," he smiled, unbuttoning her simple house dress.
"Yeah, but I wish she'd feel more relaxed about sex, even if she isn't ready herself," Jessica shrugged, her ebony hair shifting around her face and she watched as he opened the cloth to reveal the big cones of her breasts, inch-long nipples jutting out from them.
He slid the dress from her shoulders and down her arms, letting it drape around her waist for a moment before he unfastened the rest of the pearly buttons, exposing the firm curve of her belly, her luxuriant muff and her long legs. The dress dropped to the floor, her fingers tugging his zipper down and in a few moments he stood naked, his prick standing out thickly toward her heart-shaped pubic thatch, the top curving in toward the center, her flesh within the cleft seeming to point to the slit just below.
They entered the bedroom, the lush cheeks of her opulent ass rolling rhythmically and embraced beside her bed. Their mouths joined in a deep, searching kiss as they caressed one another's warming flesh. Slowly, they eased down atop the sheets, her fingers stroking his erection, inserting it into the damp heat of her cunt, his arm reaching out to the drawer of her bedside table.
He inhaled through parted lips as her snatch tightened and twisted around his cock, sending sparks of arousal through him, the pliant sleekness of her channel stroked and massaged his bulk, tugging the flesh of his trunk up and down over the engorged meat that stretched it taut, pulling his foreskin over his bulbous head and pushing it back down. She rubbed the light tan spikes of her nipples over his chest, her pyramidal tits quivering succulently and she murmured with pleasure as he pumped steadily, thrusting down under the top of her slit to send rich chills through her clit.
Her eyes turned as a humming sound came from her side, a battery operated vibrator in his hand, a slender length of flexible rubber attached to it, a rod that blurred with motion and which he presented to the rose bud of her anus. She gripped him tightly, crushing her breasts against him as he moistened the anal vibrator within the base of her slit, sliding it up under the pistoning of his own, thick rod. She groaned with pleasure as he pressed the rubber tip into the pink fissure of her anus, the slender extension gliding up with ease into her backside, sending its vibrations through her bowels and through her membrane to her cock-filled cunny, causing him to groan too. His prick shivered as the rod moved against his dorsal vein through the fragile curtain of her membrane.
He moved his tool in and out of her, faster and faster, his hand clenched tight around the vibrator handle as he turned the shaking digit. Her hips twisted and shook against him, her anal muscles contracting around the dildo, her cunt spasming around his pistoning spar, her flesh swarming with static heat, her consciousness rending under the cascade of ecstasy. He sucked air in through clenched teeth, his muscles locking as his balls pulsed with his broiling come's turbulence, his tool throbbing within the turgid roil of her cunny, her wet channel slipping and clutching hotly around him, urging his brew to escape his nuts. She cried out, her hips beating madly against his, slamming her cunt down on the thickness of his long rod, her ass squirming around the vibration of the dildo. The quicksand pull of her climax yanked the walls down and his jism exploded through his body, her cry rising, his mind flashing, the thick brew jetting through his flailing trunk, her hive convulsing. His spunk flooded her depths as he arched back, his face lifting, his mouth widened, his flesh flushed as his breath caught in his throat, bliss buoying him. She moaned with him, their climaxes extending the ravaging joys of their fulfillment.
The room was silent except for the low buzz of the vibrator and then they came free, gasping for air. They went limp in one another's arms and slowly sank down atop the bed, not yet having the energy required to reach over and turn the vibrator off, the wet length of the dildo blurring as they basked in the afterglow of their culmination.
* * *
That night, Felice boarded a late flight. Frank gave her a fatherly kiss at the boarding gate. Ignoring the crowd, she pressed her tongue into his mouth and squeezed her hand down along his cock. Stepping back with a sweet, girlish smile, she saw an attractive brunette staring at the outline of his big, erect cock through his slacks. The woman looked up into Felice's eyes, not knowing what to do as she realized she had been observed by the companion of the man. Felice smiled warmly at her and waved her hand toward her father's jutting prick, bidding her to feel free to feel freely. Felice waved good-bye to him and entered the plane to take her seat.
Frank and the woman looked from the boarding door to one another and he grinned, extending his hand. After a moment, her confusion fell and she smiled engagingly, nodded and took his hand.
"You've sure gotta pocketful of cock on you," she chuckled, touching her other hand to his engorged tool. "Your place or mine?" she asked as they walked back toward the terminal and an evening of pleasure.
Inside the plane, a man glanced around for a seat and saw Felice seated by the windows, her eyes closed, her seat belt fastened. Smiling to himself, he sat down next to her. His name was Don Latrobe.
The vivaciously attractive sixteen year old murmured in her seat as the jet lifted off and Dan glanced over at her, noting the almost boyish cut of her hair and how it emphasized the sensual femininity of her face. Her lips were parted, her eyelids shut under the curves of the sockets. The wide-set domes of her breasts lifted up invitingly against a fitted, floral-print blouse of light voile and her shapely legs extended from beneath a short dark blue skirt. He wondered what this innocent-looking young woman was dreaming about, smiling to herself.
Felice was not asleep and she was aware of Don's appraisal of her. Parting her eyelids a fraction of an inch, she saw him take a book from his flight bag and begin to look through the photos it contained, photos of couples making love, of hungry mouths feeding on long cocks and plump cunnies and ripe tits. She gave no sign that she too was examining the pictures of pricks delving into blonde, brunette, auburn and hairless snatches and into upthrust fannies.
After ten pages, Felice became unaware of the man's presence. She was enthralled by the images, her breath tightened, her nipples were erect and her loins burned moistly. She looked with pleasurable wonder at the variety of hard, veined cocks.
As she stared through her slitted eyes, Don was staring at her from the corners of his, unsure if she was awake and viewing the pictures as she feigned sleep, or if she was on the edge of sleep, half seeing the pictures, or even fully asleep. He watched the delicate shifting of her legs as her pert ass cheeks squirmed heatedly against the seat, her hands clasped against her lap. His already swollen prod pressed up against the cover of the book, which concealed his erection.
Felice's eyes were held by the photographs of: a black cock and a white cock squeezed into the slit of a golden-skinned woman; a woman sucking the lower half of a man's shaft from one side, another woman sucking the upper half, a third licking the head and a fourth facing up from below, the man's balls within her widened mouth; a woman spread-eagled atop a hill, the cock of a man beneath her buried in her ass, a second man's cock in her nook, another man's between her tits which he was rubbing around his strokes, a fourth cock in her mouth and a fifth and sixth in her hands; a man's prick sliding between the twisting cunnies of two embracing women; a woman sandwiched between two men, a tool in her ass, another in her snatch; two women tongue kissing in the cleave of a third's nook; a woman sucking the heads of two cocks; a woman with a man's rod in her furrow, a second man's in his ass; a man's shaft jerking, his spend trailing through the air into a woman's open mouth, her extended tongue decorated with pale droplets.
Pulling his gaze from her youthful beauty, he closed the book and put it beside him on the seat. Felice found her lidded eyes suddenly on the cloth-bound length of the man's cock and she felt her flesh tingle warmly. His shaft looked so long to her and she could see where the cloth hung from the rim of the head, finding herself wondering what it would look like freed from his trousers, how it would feel to touch, how it would be to grip it, to feel it against her belly, up inside her cunny, in her mouth. She repressed a smile as his knee touched hers.
Already overheated, Felice's eyes turned toward him, but he appeared to have gone to sleep, his legs having shifted as he relaxed. She wondered at the simple contact, knowing he could derive little pleasure from it even if it was intentional. She knew, of course, that she felt a profound sensual pleasure, a fusion of their fevered flesh through the cloth of his slacks. She looked down at the still hard rise of his prick and moistened her lips, wondering if he too was pretending to be sleeping. His hand slipped from the arm of the seat and she swallowed hard as his fingers fell over her thigh. She inhaled deeply, but said nothing, nor gave any indication that she was awake, deciding to continue the game, finding a strange excitement in not knowing if he was pretending, or if he knew she was. She was glad that most of the seat lights were out and that there was no one moving about to see his palm brushing over the downy softness of her thighs, no one to interrupt them. There was the possibility that they could go further. Her breathing had quickened, her heart was beating faster. His fingers flowed over her thighs until he was beneath her skirt, the heat generated by her quivering nook touching his skin. His fingers encased the rich, nylon-veiled fur of her broiling cunt.
He turned slightly and moved his hand up the taut curve of her abdomen, his fingers dipping between the base of her belly and the waistband of the small panties, his palm caressing the span of warm flesh and soft hair, feeling the curlings like silk threads against his palm and fingers. His flesh was hot and his cock throbbed as he glanced toward the aisle without moving his head. All the seat lights were out, the other passengers were sleeping.
Her eyes were closed, but her eyebrows were slightly raised at the swarming heat his touches were stoking in the oven of her underbelly. The point of each finger seemed to penetrate through her every nerve ending as he probed her slit's slick warmth. His palm slid back and forth to ease the fragile cloth from her hips, the carnal gyrations of her fanny aiding him in his task and soon the strip of nylon was rolled down beneath her muff.
His hand now free, he inserted it between her parted thighs, rubbing his thumb along the glistening lips of her slit. She felt her lush ass cheeks rise up from the seats prickly texture as his thumb stroked the pearly rise of her clit. He looked at the erotic contortions of her face, the rise and fall of her delicious tits beneath the blouse and the pink tip of her long tongue flicking between her parted lips.
Naked from the waist down but for the shifting curtain of her skirt, Felice had to fight back the urge to moan with the joyous sensations racing through her, her thoughts caught up in the swirl of her pleasure-bound mind. She bit the inside of her cheek as he opened the furrow of her nook, his fingers slipping into the treasure chest. The long fingers sank deeper until he could reach no higher, his fingertips caressing her cervix's firm curve longingly, desiring to sink his hard and ready shaft up into the secret, unexplored depths of her sexuality, for his cock head to stroke the humid softness of her sex.
Again he found her clit, rising in full erection from the furls of its fleshy sanctuary, swollen with arousal. A little groan escaped her as he began to nurture the hypersensitive bud, rolling it tenderly while slowly quickening his movement. She gripped the seat arms, sipping air through clenched teeth, her hips rolling from side to side. Her clit burned, pulsating to his touch.
He took hold of her right hand and she let her hand be guided to his lap, aware only of the raptures twisting in her cunt. Without thought, her fingers slid the zipper down and his rock-hard cock was in her fist, her fingers were digging into the engorged meat of his shaft and her eyes flickered open as she gave up any remaining pretense of sleeping. She began to stroke the pounding stallion of his prick, not even having spoken with him or exchanged glances. Her thumb burnished the soft texture of the bell-shaped head, her fingertips probed the soft depression of his dorsal vein, curled in the thick hair and plucked his sac free of his slacks so that she could roll his balls in her palm.
She almost cried out in alarm as he removed his hand from her pulsing nook, but it returned from behind her, guiding her head to his shoulder and his fingers slid under her ass to slip into her cunny from the rear. She slid her grip up and down the taunt sheath of his prod as he unbuttoned her blouse with one hand, the other curling in her seething hive. He squeezed the soft globes of her tits, grinding his palm against her round nipples and then he lowered her head down to his lap.
Through blurred vision, she saw the spar of turgid flesh approaching her face and she wondered what it would taste like. Her lips parted and she knew the answer as the hard length slid into her mouth, rubbing against the circle her lips formed, the swollen head running down the length of her long tongue. She licked at the hard cock and sucked greedily, her cheeks pulling in around him as her tongue curled and stroked, his fingers moving quicker in her burning slit. He leaned forward, turning her to face toward him and shifted his hand to her muff and back into her nook, continuing his nurturing of her sex button. He lowered his mouth to one of her tits and sucked deeply at her pink nipple and rosy aureole before suddenly leaning back, his eyes widening as his body began to shake with the throbbing of his tool in the succulent whirlpool of her mouthings. He was amazed at her expertise, at the knowing tightening and loosening of her grip, the play of her fingers at his balls.
She breathed wildly, her head bobbing on his prod, feeling as if she were exploding from within, her clit's pulse quickening within the collar of his flexing fingertips. He gritted his teeth against moaning, against giving them away to the other passengers. His balls shivered. Her mouth tightened and loosened, rose and fell, faster and faster. His cock shook with a pounding lust. She felt her snatch tightening and loosening, verging on pain as her orgasm began to break free. His come broke loose of his nuts. Her mind flashed with rapturous joys, her body writhing as she came, her cry of release muffled by her mouth full of cock. His cock spasmed, thrusting and twisting as his spend gushed through it and down her throat, the blood buzzing in his ears, his body tensing and he turned his widened mouth against the seat to keep the hoarse groan of his escaping breath from being heard. His lungs were heaving. She gulped the last of his load down her throat and her mouth relaxed along with the rest of her. Don slouched back in the seat, his eyes closed.
Finally catching her breath, Felice pushed herself up from him. His cock slipped from her mouth and she leaned back against the far corner of her seat, the night sky visible behind her through the window. He looked over at her, her blouse open to the waist to reveal the wide-set globes of her breasts, her skirt up around her waist, her slit gleaming moistly at the center of her high, golden muff, one leg raised, her knee against the back of the seat, her other leg outstretched.
"I sure do want that big wang up my cunt," she said softly, smiling warmly.
"Uh, yeah," he nodded, taken aback by her words which were far more mature than his preconceptions had led him to expect. But he also smiled, delighted more than he was surprised.
"It's going to be awfully tricky here," she suggested, "and not all that comfortable. The john may not be that much better, but it'd be better for not getting interrupted."
"Going to be some strange expressions if anybody's up when we come out," he grinned, zipping up his pants as she buttoned her blouse back up.
"Yeah," she grinned, slipping her panties all the way off and she stood with him, her skirt dropping down around her thighs as they walked to the rear of the plane, passing the napping stewardess.
Both inside the brightly lit cubicle, Don locked the door and the OCCUPIED sign clicked up above the outside latch. The sound of the engines was louder here. She unfastened her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. His cock hardened against his slacks as she opened his pants, while his hands reached around to cup her pert ass cheeks. She looked from his lifting rod to his face and they smiled. He gripped her hips and lifted her up to sit on the edge of the sink, the stainless steel vibrating lightly, cool against her fevered flesh as their mouths joined, the tastes of their juices mixing amid the swirl of their tongues.
She guided his cock toward her cunt, which was curved out over the edge of the sink, his hands remaining on her hips and his thick length glided up into her depths as her legs lifted to curl around his waist. Their eyes were closed to the brighteness of the small room, her broiling nook was twisting and thrusting upon the churning piston of his tool, their breathing becoming ragged again. Their recent orgasms having left their nerve endings highly sensitive, the raptures of their impassioned embrace rose faster and more intensely. They moaned into one another's mouths, hugging one another frantically, her arms and legs around him, his arms down along her sides, his hands kneading the lush pillows of her fanny. His come surged and crashed, his prick's drumming heat racing through his entire body, clouding his mind, her cunt gulping around him, orgasms flashing faster and closer. Turbulence shook the plane. They cried out in wheezing exhalations, as his body arched forward to center on the convulsions of his cock within her raging underbelly and excruciatingly blissful ecstasies blossomed through them, soothing them and letting them slide down to sit on the floor, leaning forward against one another as they recovered their senses, spent for the moment. The jet was flying smoothly again.
* * *
An hour later, Don having gotten Traci's phone number from Felice, the plane landed. Ted and Traci were waiting for her. Felice spotted Traci and ran to her and the two embraced happily. Traci turned to introduce her to Ted, the girl's eyes moving from his face to the crotch of his slacks as he raised his eyes from her shapely legs to her face, to the golden-brown eyes that lifted up with his. They both smiled, in appreciation at what they saw.
"Felice, this is Ted. Ted, my sister," Traci said, noting the contact of their eyes and their smiles.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I think balling with me's why Daddy sent me here," Felice said casually, seated between Ted and her sister as he drove them toward Traci's. "I mean, he needs to get used to the idea."
"Sounds reasonable," Ted nodded with a bemused smile, a bit bewildered by her offhanded manner.
"It isn't romantic, or any of that kinda junk," the girl explained. "I got it on with him 'cause I'm horny a lot," she smiled, looking at him. "For instance, you turn me on and I'm not particularly horny right now."
"Thanks," he nodded, unable to determine Traci's reaction to her sister's words. "Much turbulence flying in?" he asked.
"No," she smiled, thinking of Don who was planning to stop over on his flight back through. "No, it was very smooth flying. Very smooth," she said with a suggestive promise hinted at in her warm voice.
A few minutes later, he let Traci and Felice out in front of the apartment building, having made a late date for this evening. Driving away, he considered the idea of being alone with Felice, coming to the conclusion that getting to know Traci's "kid sister" was going to prove interesting. He also felt curious as to what Traci's reaction had been.
* * *
Twenty minutes later, Rona Denton was sleeping on the couch in her living room. Jessica was working late. Having showered, Rona had sat down to watch television, only to fall asleep. The light from her bedroom haloed her slightly wavy, auburn hair that fanned out around her innocent young face. Having only intended to watch TV for a few minutes, she had not dressed and the flickering light from the screen moved over her still widening breasts, her smooth belly and the downy fuzz that only half concealed the plump mound of her cunt. Her slender legs were half off the couch. The doorbell rang and her eyes flickered open, confused. With the second ring, she realized what the sound was and stood up, making herself dizzy for a moment.
Thinking that Jessica must have forgotten her door key, Rona started toward the door, but decided that she should have some clothing on for looking around the edge of the door in case it was someone else. She stepped into her room to grab up a jade-green gown of georgette, realizing that she had taken the dressing gown rather than the nightgown as she slipped into the translucent garment. The doorbell rang again and she shook her head, deciding that it did not matter. Buttoning the middle buttons of the knee-length gown, she realized that it was virtually transparent as she reached for the doorknob. She was glad the room was illuminated only indirectly as she opened the door.
She was surprised to see Ted standing in the hall, having only met him briefly once before.
"Oh, I thought it was... Mom," she said with a nervous smile, keeping behind the concealment of die door.
"We've got a late date together," he smiled. "Could I come in and wait for her?" he asked.
"Uh... " she faltered, not knowing whether she should let him in and feeling self-conscious about the sheerness of her dressing gown.
"I won't bite," he smiled.
"Yeah, of course," she agreed, feeling that Jessica would arrive very shortly and she stepped back, unlatching the door. She forced herself to close it after he had entered, to give up her shield. He stood in the middle of the room, his back to her. She tried to decide whether to remain with him in the romantic half-light of the room and thereby invite his attentions, or to turn on a light which would reveal her virtual nudity, or to move quickly into her own room to change and thereby risk seeming silly.
"Interrupt a show?" he asked, turning toward her.
"No, I'd just dozed off on it," she said, sensing a twinkling spark in his eyes as he looked toward her, though she could not be sure if he noticed the translucence of the gown in the dim light. "Why don't you have a seat and I'll... turn on a lamp," she heard herself saying.
He sat on the couch and she lit the most distant lamp. Afraid to look down to see if her body was revealed, she moved toward him, only the glimmer in his eyes giving away his reaction. Moving between him and the lamp, her body was clearly silhouetted in all its loveliness. Even the pursed tips of her nipples were discernible. She sat at the opposite end of the couch from him, a two-and-a-half-foot space between them. Her pale pink aureoles showed hazily through the gown now that she was out of the direct light, the shadows of her breasts giving them and her stomach form beneath the muted jade of the fabric. With her covered legs curled up onto the couch, her loins were concealed, but the backs of her thighs and their juncture with the globes of her ass cheeks were defined through the veil of the georgette, a wisp of her downy muff peeking through from between her thighs.
"Your mom speaks very highly of you," he said, sitting back against the couch, relaxed.
"Yeah, we get along-on most things," she shrugged, suddenly thinking of Jessica talking her into getting on the pill several months before, about her inability to quite understand Rona's uneasiness about sex.
"That's a lot better than some people manage," he smiled.
"Yeah," she nodded, forgetting about the exposure of the gown as she shifted her legs around, unknowingly revealing her white-gold muff to him, the dim lighting allowing him to observe the splendors of her body without causing her any nervousness, though he did have to cross his legs as their casual conversation continued. His blood was warming and his cock lifted into a full erection that strained against the confinement of his pants. For a time, he kept his eyes on her face, finding it difficult to view her near nakedness so close to him and maintain self-control and he realized that he found the open, unaffected beauty of her face arousing.
As he thought of Felice, only a year older than Rona and the contrast between them, a key unlocked the door and he and Rona looked toward it. As the girl went to release the chain-lock, Jessica blinked with surprise at finding them alone together, her shy daughter apparently oblivious to her body being revealed. Coming into the living room, Jessica had to suppress a glow of motherly pride, not wanting Rona to become self-conscious.
Rona having excused herself and gone into her room, Jessica changed clothes and left with Ted. Alone in the apartment now, Rona looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. She had surprised herself as much, or more than she had surprised her mother. Just before Jessica arrived, Rona had become aware of the tenting of his trousers' crotch and the appreciation of his eyes and felt pride overwhelming the threat of embarrassment, pride in the effect of her body upon his prick. Feeling gawky, she usually appeared to be gawky-this and the fact that clothes did not generally do more than conceal her ripening form, limited the amount of attention either boys or men gave her.
Her eyes followed the reflection of her hand as if it belonged to someone else, seeing it unbutton the gown, the near weightless garment drifting down from her arms to the floor and the swollen dome of her breast, squeezing softly, the pursed tip of the erect nipple kissing the center of her palm. An electric shock flashed through her body and her lips parted, her tongue's tip traveling along the roof of her mouth, over her upper teeth and out to moisten the center of her upper lip. Her legs weakened and she released her breast, turning toward her bed and putting out the lights.
Rona lay in the silence of her room, moonlight highlighting her naked body, her breasts rising and falling with deep breaths. Gradually, her hand moved from beside her to her belly, to the down-hazed plumpness of her nook and her fingers slid into the humid slit, feeling the insistent pulse. Moving only her hand, she slowly dragged her fingers in and out, her mind fogging as she lost all sense of time, her body feeling feverish, the pulse of her lush cleave seeming to drum with growing abandon as its primal rhythm was joined by the beat of her heart, by the flow of her blood. Her tanned flesh gleamed with a patina of perspiration, her features tightened, her eyebrows lifted above closed lids and then her climax thundered over her, shaking her mind and body. She cried out into the near darkness, her arousal burning away with the crescendo of her orgasmic release.
* * *
"I'm really proud of Rona's composure," Jessica was saying several miles away, letting Ted and herself into the health club she owned and managed. "She's usually so shy and... skittish around men," she said, guiding him toward the gym and pool area.
"Listen, it's my composure you should be proud of," he said straight-faced, "being alone with a lovely young woman who's as close to naked as you can get without being naked and me restraining myself."
"Well, that was your idea, wasn't it?" she grinned and he laughed as she turned on the lights on the opposite side of the Olympic-size pool. Mats and exercising equipment were all around them. "But I'm glad you did," she smiled, turning toward him. "And as a reward... " she began with a libidinous grin and lifted her pullover up from the cones of her breasts and over her head, shaking out her ebony hair.
He touched one of her inch-long nipples as she unfastened her skirt, letting it drop from her opulent ass, down around her long legs, revealing her heart-shaped muff-her panties had been discarded back in her bedroom. She murmured as he stroked her long, light tan limbs, as her fingers unbuttoned his shirt, unsnapped his pants and unzipped them. In moments, they were both naked in the big room. His erect tool nudged her belly as they embraced, their tongues dancing together within their joined mouths. Her slit was wet against the base of his dorsal vein and the top of his sac, in which his balls were expanding. He moved his hands down her back to the silky pillows of her fanny, spreading his fingers down toward their undercurves as his palms pressed the soft weights toward him. He arched his hips closer to hers so that their loins were pressed tightly together, his tongue gliding over the insides of her cheeks, her tongue licking him his. Pushing up onto the balls of her feet, she pressed her hot slit along his dorsal vein, her breasts shoving up over his chest, the long points of her nipples dragging sensuously against him. Her ass rose too and he cupped his hands under the opulent globes, lifting her higher. She raised one leg up along his, her knee touching his waist, the cleave of her humid nook widening. He moved one hand down under the top of her thigh, lifting and she curled her leg around his waist, her calf against the tops of his buttocks. Her other leg followed, her snatch opened wide against his engorged prod as its bulk caressed the tremoring lips, her clit was exposed against the taut flesh, its tip chafing against his feverish warmth.
His back arched forward, his feet braced, he eased her cunt back from his cock, his fingers indenting her ass cheeks. The swollen bulb of his head angled down from against her belly, nudging downward toward the shimmering cove of her expanded quim. Their lips writhed together, her fingers moved through his hair as she lifted her hips back and up, feeling the point of his rod moving down from her stomach, over her abdomen and into the cleft top of her muff, working down into the heart-shaped mass of curls as heat radiated out from her juicy furrow.
His head dropped into the top of her slit and her mouth pulled back from his, widening as the texture of Ms head stroked her clit's electric drumming. Her hands gripped Ms shoulders, an orgasm throwing her mind into a spin, her cunt and abdomen bunching up and relaxing over and over, slowly easing back to normal. She tossed her hair away from her face and her lids parted for her dazed eyes to look into his, the pupils expanded to the point where the hazel formed only slender rings around them.
"Y'going t'keep me hanging?" she asked in a husky whisper, her smile dimpling her cheeks and she pivoted on the big head fitted into the socket of her upper slit.
"No... " he smiled, "on the hook," and he pulled Ms cock back, letting it enter the sleeve of her nook and she slid gleefully down upon its thick length, her cunt clutching around Mm to slow her descent and to send heavy waves of pleasure through him.
"Ah, you're filling me to the brim," she hummed, savoring the warmth consuming her channel. "W-would you like to lay back... a little?" she asked in a tremorous voice, Ms prick turning within her heaving cunt, Ms hands rolling her buttocks.
"You don't like it standing up?" he asked, his eyes lidding.
"Oh yeah," she grinned drunkenly, "but if we move back a few feet... " she suggested and he glanced back to see a previously unnoticed piece of the gym's equipment, a reducing machine with a sling that fitted around one's hips, the device then vibrating one by means of the sling.
He shared her grin and carefully turned to take cautious steps toward the machine, each step thrusting Ms burning rod up to the side in a rolling motion that brought groans from deep in her throat. In front of the machine he held her to Mm, keeping still until she caught her breath and lifted her head from Ms shoulder. She put one arm around his neck and leaned back from the waist to catch the sling, causing Ms prick to rub up along the roof of her channel, vibrating the hot bolt of her clit. She swayed for a moment, one hand tightening on Ms shoulder as the other clutched the latex sling, her legs tight around Ms waist as her slit gulped around the masthead of Ms flesh. Widening her eyes to clear them, she took a deep breath and straightened, looping the sling around their hips. Changing arms around him, she fastened the free end of the sling to the machine.
"You're at the controls," she grinned lasciviously and he reached past her to flip the ON switch.
He leaned back into the sling, drawing it tight just as the reducing machine began to tug at each end of the latex, twisting Ms buttocks from side to side as Ms cock did the same within the buzzing nest of her quim. Faster and faster the belt moved, whipping his cock about in her tremoring slit, their joined hips vibrating with the same quickening tempo, Ms balls swinging about from one thigh to the other, Ms come frothing within. The flesh of Ms throbbing tool and of her convulsing cunt seemed to fuse in the tumult of her secretions. She gripped Mm tightly, feeling as if she were cramping as the contractions of her loins quickened, her head back, hair flying about her enraptured face, her tits bouncing on Ms chest. He indented the globes of her fanny with Ms fingers, Ms cock feeling as if it were being drawn into a whirlpool of deliriously intense joys, filling his veins with molten lava, Ms mind reeling with vertigo, the tempo of Ms balls increasing, his spend crashing about within the quaking eggs.
Shudders of pleasure ran up their backs, their hands gripping one another tightly, the very marrow of their bones seeming to vibrate, their cries deepening, slurring into one another. His body seemed to explode from within, fragments of sparking heat raining through him and hers seemed to implode as her vaginal muscles began rolling in on themselves. They expanded into bliss, his body imploding as hers exploded, back and forth, ping-ponging until he could not tell if he was coming or not. The ecstasy was so deep, so extended that they seemed to share one soaring climax that tossed them about within the sling's grasp. His legs buckled and they dropped down toward the floor, his hand grasping out without thought to hit the OFF switch on the machine.
The loosened sling slowly grew still and Ted and Jessica collapsed before it, their arms and legs tangled, their eyes still closed. Their bodies had grown so accustomed to the vibrations of the machine that their flesh and muscles continued to twitch, allowing them to come free of their carnival delirium gradually.
"Sure wish... Rona knew what she was missing," Jessica said in a whisper, getting a grip on herself.
"Like a swim?" he asked as he exhaled, a bleary grin on his face. "Soon as we can crawl over and fall in," he added and she nodded, laughing softly with him.
* * *
Felice came to a stop in Traci's apartment, looking in through the bathroom door to see her sister bathing. Traci was facing away from her at an angle, running a soapy cloth over her high-set breasts, the rich globes gleaming with a sheen of soapy water, the caps of her aureoles expanding full to the caress of the soft cloth, the pursed nipples erect.
Dressed in a loose-sleeved robe that fell a few inches below the juncture of her thighs, Felice smiled to herself. Her fingers stroking the tied sash that held the gown only partially closed-the upper portion opened away from the inner curves of her rounded breasts.
Felice stepped into the bathroom, moving toward her sister with a slow sensuousness.
CHAPTER SIX
"Get your back for you?" Felice asked softly. Traci looked around and up, the globes of her tits bobbing in the water, suds rinsing from their gleaming firmness.
"It hasn't been so many years since I moved out on my own that I don't recall your idea of being helpful," Traci said, leaning back, the full caps of her aureoles half-way out of the water, as were her pursed, water-crinkled nipples. "Like right before I was going out on a date?" she reminded her sister.
"If you take a bath, you've gotta get a lather up," Felice grinned. She sat on the edge of the tub and turned to face Traci.
"Yeah, but with the soap," Traci said.
"Bet the guys you went out with appreciated it," Felice laughed, trailing her fingertips over the surface of the water.
"It isn't hard for me to imagine how you got Daddy in the sack."
"I wouldn't think it would be," Felice smiled, taking the washcloth from Traci's hand. "Is Ted a good lay?"
"Very good," Traci nodded, watching her younger sister rub a bar of soap against the cloth, working up suds.
"Nice-looking wang, I'd guess from the bulge in his pants," Felice said casually, putting the bar aside.
"Are you suggesting we're having pre-marital relationships?" Traci asked with mock horror. "That I'm a loose woman?"
"Of course not, sister dear," Felice smiled, reaching out to run the washcloth over Traci's shoulder. "I figure you're as tight as ever, and're just fucking with him."
"That's better," Traci nodded with a smile, lowering her eyes to watch Felice's hand moving down to the top of one of her tits.
"Going to get my 'whatever', huh?" Traci smiled, her eyes lifting.
"Uh-huh, but your boobs first," the girl grinned, cupping the high-set globe of one tit through the washcloth, her fingers squeezing suds out from between her fingers as she fondled her sister.
"Your titties seem to've grown since the last time I saw you," Traci said, reaching up with her wet hand to widen the opened top of Felice's robe, exposing the wide domes with their rosy pink aureoles and erect round nipples. "It's nice that we have different kinds," she observed, running her wet fingers over the warmth of Felice's breasts, which were almost perfect half-spheres.
"That's not all that's different," Felice smiled lasciviously, leaning forward to move her hand over the bottom halves of Traci's tits.
"Oh?" Traci smiled, her eyes lidding to the pleasurable swelling of her breasts and the ache of her nipples. "We'll... have to... see about that," she murmured, unfastening the sash of the girl's robe and lifting the cloth away from her upper thighs and the burnished gold triangle of soft hair furring her abdomen and cunny. "Ah, but where's the peach fuzz gone, you furry little creature? It looks like a loincloth made from lion fur," she smiled, stroking the hair, the wetness of her hand pasting the curlings against the mound of her sister's cunt.
"That sounds gruesome, Traci," Felice said. "Especially to a lioness," she smiled, making a growling sound.
"That why you got your hair cut so short-'cause the male lions're the ones with the manes?" Traci asked, spreading her fingers through the lustrous hair, her palm rubbing against the girl's slit.
"Uh and I like looking boyish," Felice murmured, warmth filling her cunny. "You never know when you might have t'pose as a guy like in those old movies with pirates and all."
"I'd be as likely to believe you're a boy as I was to believe those women could've fooled anyone," Traci laughed, her breath catching as Felice's hand moved down over her belly.
"Oh, I don't know," Felice said in a bass voice.
"Does make an interesting contrast to the rest of you," Traci said, looking from the girl's short hair to her face and body. "With the right lighting, I could look over and find your head on the pillow next to mine and think you were a dude-for a minute," she added, sliding her thumb into her sister's humid nook.
"I-I could wear a dildo," Felice suggested, catching her breath after the hot surge of pleasure Traci's thumb had sent through her cunny.
"I like you better the way you are," Traci grinned and suddenly pulled Felice from the edge of the tub into the water and into her arms, the girl letting out a squeal of surprise, her legs scissoring. Water splashed over the side and onto the floor as the two turned in one another's arms, their mouths joining, Traci's strawberry-blonde hair whirling in wet ribbons, Felice's golden hair pasted against her head, the loose robe clinging to her body.
Their tongues sidled together, Felice's longer tongue curling around Traci's as she squeezed her thighs around one of her sister's, her hand reaching under the water to cup the rise of her cunny, the strawberry-blonde ringlets furling out. Traci rubbed her tits against Felice's, wet globes slipping over wet domes and she stroked the girl's pert ass cheeks, feeling the splay of her sister's cunt hot against her thigh and her own pulsing against the fondle of the girl's hand.
They rolled over onto their sides, their heads going partially under, their lovemaking playfully eager as they re-acquainted one another with the heat of their cunnies and their pleasure points, searching out the changes in their bodies, the expansion of Felice's tits and the growth of her pubic pelt, the fullness of Traci's hips and the contouring of her belly. They gurgled happily, their legs linking to press their slits together and the pulsing pearls of their clits growing hotter. Their lips writhed together, their tongues probed deep in less frantic, but more arousing movement, their hard nipples slipping over one another's tits as the light gleamed on their wet flesh.
Their nooks trembled together under the water, reddish-blonde ringlets drifting with gold fur, their clits drumming insistently, pounding a primitive rhythm through their bodies and brains, as their orgasms deepened perceptibly, shaking them, turning them in the tub, spinning their perceptions of time and space. Their hearts were pounding, as their opened mouths pulled apart and they cried out, their orgasmic seizures frothing the water, splashing it out of the tub in waves. The water seemed to boil with their culmination, their cunts spasming together, their arms and legs holding each other tight as ecstasy roared through them, their opened mouths gasping for air amid the splash of the water, making them look as if they were drowning in water rather than in their shared climax.
Gradually the water began to still around them, their heads came to rest against the back of the tub. Their naked bodies relaxed under the transparency of the water, Felice's discarded robe floating over their feet They turned their faces to look at one another, their eyes mellowed and they smiled faintly.
"Like old times, huh?" Felice said in a breathless whisper.
"Yeah and the bathroom a mess," Traci chuckled, nodding toward the puddled floor.
"Y'always did get off a lotta juices," Felice grinned.
"Look who's talking," Traci laughed. 'The one that gets to mop up."
"Me? You pulled me into here," Felice reminded her.
"You expect room and board for free?" Traci smiled triumphantly. "There's a sponge over there you can squeeze it up with."
"On my hands and knees, one spongeful at a time, maybe wearing a maid's apron?" Felice suggested with a repressed grin.
"Sounds good," Traci nodded thoughtfully. "And I've got some boots that need shining and some clothes that need ironing and... " she trailed off.
"And t'think I offered to bathe you," Felice sighed.
"Which you haven't finished," Traci grinned, her eyes sparking with her sister's. "Ah, so I haven't," Felice nodded. She sat up facing Traci from the side, her knees up against her own tits, water dripping from her body, her hair clinging to her skull. "Can't spot the washcloth, so... guess I'll go pearl diving," she smiled, turning toward her sister's feet and she lowered her face and breasts into the water between Traci's open legs, her mouth nuzzling against Traci's cunt, the strawberry-blonde hair drifting like seaweed around her lips as she kissed the pink slit, her tongue snaking out to enter the underwater cave of the woman's sex, searching for the pearl of her clit in the sweetmeat of her.
Traci groaned with pleasure, Felice blew air bubbles against her clit and she reached over to grasp her younger sister's upraised knees. The golden pelt cloven under the water was a treasure chest she sank her fingers into, finding Felice's pearl as her open mouth pressed to the side of the girl's knee. They thrashed in the water, Felice's head rising up as she refilled her lungs, her clit pulsing between Traci's fingers. Traci slid down from the back of the tub till she was chin-deep in the water, her fanny twisting against the bottom of the tub, her cunny arching up against Felice's tonguing.
She suddenly inhaled sharply as Felice slid a soapy finger up into her anus, curling it against the membrane to rub against the point of her very long tongue, the flat of the pliant blade rubbing the tip of Traci's palpitating clit. Her ass turning on the length of Felice's finger, her nook thrusting around the girl's devouring mouth, Traci's clit seemed to fragment into molten heat. She cried out, her legs thrashing as she came, more water splashing out onto the floor, her fingers almost clicking around Felice's clit and Felice cried out under the water, up into the volcanic cavern of Traci's igniting orgasm as she came too.
Her cheek resting on Traci's hip, her mouth just out of the water, Felice gasped for air, her body still trembling, feeling Traci's muscles quivering under her as the water settled and their ragged breathing seemed to fill the room.
* * *
Diving from opposite sides of the pool, Ted and Jessica swam to die center as they rose from near the bottom. The lights of the gym and pool were out, but the underwater lights of the pool were on, casting flowing shadows over their naked bodies as they came together, air bubbles pearling their flesh.
Her breasts swung up against his chest, the long nipples skidding through his chest hair. Their hands grasped one another's hips, his cock jutting toward the hillock of her cunny. They kissed, their lips sealing together around the chamber of their joined mouths, their tongues licking, their legs kicking them up until their heads and shoulders broke the surface. Treading water, their bodies pressed tightly together, her water-tightened nipples turned between his chest and the swollen cones of her tits, his cock slipping between their stomachs.
"Um, very refreshing, a swim," he grinned as their mouths parted, leaning back from the waist. The tips of her nipples moved over his chest as her tits bobbed in the water.
"I think there's an octopus with us," Jessica smiled, shifting her stomach against the engorged length of his cock. "Eight inches looking for a puss?"
"Is that how long it is?" he smiled.
"Long enough," she chuckled and let herself drift back from him, her arms straightening as she kept her grip on his hips, the head of his prod moving down her belly as it was freed. "Hmm, maybe a swordfish?" she offered, looking down through the water as the hard rod moved into the dark curls of her bush.
"Or a torpedo?" he smiled and pushed himself deeper, moving the bulbous head of his prick down her slit. He bobbed up, his tool sluicing up into her cunt.
"Yeah," she murmured, grinning as their bodies came back together, his full length moving up into the caressing warmth of her channel and their arms went around one another.
They breathed deeply, filling their lungs and joined their mouths just before going back under water. Their bodies turned and drifted in the soft light of the pool, floating, her hair clouding around their heads as their tongues swam in their air-filled mouths. Her long legs rose, curling around him as she thrust and twisted her cunny along his churning cock. They turned to the side from the pivot of their hips, losing all sense of gravity as she tightened and loosened the scabbard of her cunny around his thrusting rod, her hands stroking his sides as his cupped the sides of her breasts, shifting them against one another and against his chest. They inhaled and exhaled their shared air, prolonging their dive, the pool lights spraying fight out nearby, the currents flowing over their hot flesh.
His cock throbbed in her. The blood was pounding in his head from both arousal and the need for fresh oxygen. Neither knew how long they had been under. She sucked at his tongue, her quim contracting, almost cramping and then loosening, then tightening, the muscles beginning to spasm, her clit burning against the top of his twisting piston. The darkness behind his tightly shut eyelids began to blossom with crimson. His heart was pounding, his lungs straining, his cock throbbing waves of heat through him faster and faster. His floating balls seemed to be caught up in crashing waves.
She moaned into his mouth, his prick feeling like an electric eel within her pulsing cunt, electric heat searing through her as his prick began to spasm, his balls gave up their hold on his juices and his come flowed through him. His mind reeled as it rolled through his shaft and geysered up into her depths.
Their mouths came loose of one another, their climaxes peaking and they groaned air out into the pool, bubbles swirling up toward the surface to break in foamy ripples. His jism surged around his head, up against her cervix, over the convulsing walls of her nook and seeped from between the whipping bulk of his masthead and the gulping of her nest, trailing out in pale tendrils through the water.
Their air gone, they thrust themselves upward. Their heads lifted above the water, her hair whipping a trail of water over their heads, her tits bobbing and they gasped, their lungs heaving.
They finally kissed, still embracing, their orgasms receding to leave them in the gentle embrace of exquisite satiation and they slowly came apart to float on their backs side by side, smiling blissfully up into the darkness of the room, the light rising from below them. Again, Jessica found herself wishing Rona could free herself of her shyness and thereby feel free to enjoy sex.
Stretched out in the tub, Traci relaxed on the verge of sleep, basking in the afterglow of her orgasms with Felice. Hearing a sound, she rolled her head against the back of the tub and saw her sister wearing only a frilly white apron, her tits peeking out to the sides of the bib, the wide apron strings tied in a large bow above her pert ass cheeks. Holding a large sponge in one hand, she curtsied in the manner of a turn-of-the-century maid, her eyes down.
"I've come to dry the floor, ma'am," Felice said, straight faced and knelt down on the wet tiles to lean forward from the waist on one arm while sponging with the other, her ass thrust up, twisting lushly as she moved about, the skirt of the apron falling away from gold-furred cunny and abdomen, the bib revealing her firm tits to the nipples which pressed the cloth out.
"Very good," Traci said, caught between arousal and laughter. "And you can dry me off when you're through," he said, watching her younger sister's fanny shift, the gold pubic hair visible between her parted thighs.
"I'd rather get you wet," Felice grinned, looking back over her shoulder. "Told you I was horny," she laughed, Traci's laugh joining hers.
* * *
The next afternoon, after work, Ted stopped by Traci's. A few moments after he rang the bell, the door opened and Felice smiled up at him. She wore a T-shirt that reached down to her navel, a cartoon animal's face grinning from over her breasts and a pair of low-cut pants that clung to her loins and ass, flaring out to wide legs, her stomach and abdomen bare from navel to just above her pubic fur. Smiling, she stepped back, opening the door wide for him.
"Step right in," she grinned. She wore slender hoop-earrings that swung from the lobes of her small ears and a matching neckband rising an inch from the base of her throat.
"How're you going today?" he asked as she closed the door behind him.
"Better'n a minute ago," she grinned broadly, pressing her palms across the tops of her fanny, arching forward off the balls of her feet. Her breasts thrust forward, the nipples nearly piercing the cartoon animal's ears.
"I gather Traci's not in?"
"A correct gather," she smiled.
"Expected soon?"
"Nope, she's out for dinner," Felice said, moving across the room with long, slow steps. "Perhaps, I can be of help-with whatever you were going to ask her, or whatever," she chuckled.
"I've no doubt," he nodded, watching the way her pants clung to the quiver of her ass cheeks.
"Traci's very complimentary about your, uh, sexual abilities. Very," she smiled, her eyes on the enlarged bulge at the crotch of his pants.
"She brings out the... best in me," he smiled, watching her eyes note his growing erection.
"Best or beast?" she asked softly. "I'd like to be able to gauge Traci's... critical faculties, but that would require... " she trailed off and looked up at him with a mischievous grin, her hand reaching out to stroke the thrust of his cock through his slacks.
"Fucking?" he finished for her, inhaling deeply as her fingers slid up and down his stiffened rod.
"Yeah," she nodded, grinning. "Sticking this big dong in me and us getting it on."
"Any place special you'd like it?" he asked casually, his balls tremoring warmly with arousal.
"Cunt, ass, mouth, between my tits-wherever you'd feel most at home," she offered, sliding his zipper down.
"Just one of those spots, or in that order?" he asked, his eyelids wavering as her soft fingers curved around his swollen staff, drawing it out of his pants.
"In whatever order you want," she said, easing his taut flesh up and down, gripping it tightly to the thick meat beneath as her other hand unfastened his belt and the snap of his pants.
"Well, I'll try and protect Traci's reputation as a judge in such matters," he assured her with a tightening grin as his cock began to throb with a deep and steady rhythm, her free hand lifting to unbutton his shirt.
"Protecting her honor, as it were," Felice nodded, laughing lightly as she pushed his shirt back from his shoulders and it fell to the floor.
"As it are," he replied, watching her lower down to one knee to remove his shoes and socks and then his pants, her one hand keeping its grip on the spar of his cock and continuing to work the flesh up and down its length.
"Yeah," she nodded, slipping his pants from his ankles as he raised one foot and then the other, her eyes on his face.
She looked up at him for a moment, her eyes moving over his now naked body. Then she lowered her other knee to the floor, pressing her mouth to the bulbous head of his cock, her other hand sliding under his balls to cup them as her grip loosened on his shaft and her mouth moved down it, her tongue sliding around his bulk.
He looked down at the fully dressed girl, his eyes lidding. Her cheeks pulled in around his trunk, her lips flexing in an O along his veined column, her fingers gently stroking his nuts. It seemed so strange to be standing naked in a sunlit living room, being given head by the clothed, younger sister of the woman he had come to see. Strange, but not unpleasant or unenjoyable.
He reached down to cup her head in his palms, smoothing her hair as his blood began to quicken. Her tongue curled around his shaft, the texture of the long blade feeling like hot velvet against the sizzling sensation of his cock's skin. The smooth moistness of her inner cheeks tightened and slid against him, his head following the contours of her mouth's roof till it reached her throat. She continued taking him in, aligning her throat with her mouth, her breath sweeping around the pounding heat of his wet tool, chilling the saliva coating of his swollen sex.
His thoughts fragmented amid the pounding of the blood in his head, a buzzing filling his ears, his legs feeling weak, his nuts expanding and contracting like billows, threatening to blow his come through the nozzle of his cock at any moment. His fingers tightened against her hair as her. lips turned around the base of his shaft, each hand cupping a testicle, her joined fingertips working his root, her forearms braced against his thighs to give him a steadying support. He groaned, his body sweltering, his muscles tightening as the waves of heat radiating from his cock and balls began to quicken, to merge. Her sucking was speeding up, her tongue spiraling around his prod, her cheeks clutching, his head spinning in her throat, his balls filling her hands.
Then he came, grunting a breath loose of his locked throat, his spend exploding free, his tool jerking within her mouth and throat, her tongue racing up and down his dorsal vein, urging his spend into her throat, then into her mouth as she pulled tightly back along his length, letting his spasming shaft slide free, the reddened rod twisting. She reached up to catch his gushing prick, his head popping free of her lips, his thick brew spraying her cheeks and chin as she thrust his cock up against his belly, her heel rubbing the racing dorsal vein and his load spurted up like white oil from the derrick of his prod to cling to his stomach. He swayed drunkenly, his muscles going slack after the peak of his climax and she gripped his hips, letting his still erect spar drop back down, catching it in her mouth.
Sucking the last of his orgasmic eruption from him, she eased him back and he dropped onto the couch, catching his breath, his arms spread atop the back of the couch. She let his softening tool slip free of her mouth and she extended her long tongue to lick the droplets of his jism from her face as she stood. "I'm a cocksucker," she said softly, grinning proudly as she looked at his expression of satisfaction.
"Yeh," he muttered with a nod, his eyelids heavy as he began to regain his strength.
His eyes blinked open as he felt her tongue moving over his stomach, licking his spilled come up with slow, sensuous strokes. He inhaled deeply and realized that he was erect again and that some time had passed. He opened his eyes fully and saw that she was now naked as she straightened up from him. His eyes moved down from her face to the wide roundness of her breasts with their rosy pink aureoles and round nipples, to her slender waist, her defined belly with its playful pout, her supple hips, the burnished gold fur of her abdomen and cunt, the gleaming hair damp along her slit, her shapely legs. She turned, exhibiting the pert fullness of her ass cheeks and then her cunny again. He lifted his eyes back to the golden-brown of hers, staring into the ebony pools of her pupils for a moment.
She stood silent, her eyes sparkling, waiting for him to do as he desired and his breathing deepened, his prick fully erect, straining out from his body, the veins standing out in relief from the semi-transparency of the stretched flesh of his trunk. As her boyish haircut contrasted with the womanliness of her face and body and that with her youth, so this attitude of subjugation contrasted with her aggressive, though not domineering, stripping of him, her going down on him. Yet, her eyes challenged him, dared him to fully enjoy the possibilities of her offering.
"Put your clothes back on," he directed in a level voice and she lowered herself, her knees bending and picked up her panties, the pale orange hourglass bound by a wide ribbon of a darker orange that acted as a waistband. She straightened up and held the garment by the sides, raising one leg high and then the other to slip her feet through the legging. Bending over from the waist, she slid the panties up her thighs and on, the transparent nylon pressing her hair tight against the swell of her cunny, the triangle just covering the fur of her muff. "Turn around and put the pants on," he said and she did so, presenting him with a view of her fanny as she bent from the waist again in order to step into the pants legs, the nylon stretching across the globes of her ass cheeks, the cleavage visible through the fabric, her hips bare except for the ribbon. She straightened, pulling the low-cut slacks up and she fastened them. "The top," he said and she picked it up, lifting her arms through the sleeves and pulled it down. "Turn around and wait," he said and she did. Her raised arms pulling her breasts high, her forearms crossed above her head, her face masked by the cloth. "Go ahead," he directed and she tugged the T-shirt down over her tits and belly. She stood passive, waiting, her eyes sparkling, his eyes casually moving over her, his cock rising spire-like from above his balls which rested on the seat of the couch, his arms still spread out atop the back of the couch.
"Go over to the counter," he said after a few moments and she crossed to the counter that separated the living room from the kitchen, her ass rolling deliriously within the tight grip of her slacks, the loose pants legs swinging around her legs. "Open your slacks and push them down around your ankles," he said and she did so, the panties stretching over her ass again as she pressed her cupped hands down her legs to her ankles, forcing the pants down. She remained in that position, gripping her spread ankles, her lovely legs accented, her fanny thrust back toward him, the full cheeks parted under the triangle of nylon. He slowly stood up and moved toward her, his cock like the prow of a ship as it moved through the air, pointing the way toward her fanny.
He stopped behind her and reached out to slide his hand under the panties, his hand visible through the cloth as he ran his palm over her buttocks. He pressed his hand farther down, curling his fingers under her to touch his fingertips to the base of her damp slit. She made no sound, but her breathing was deeper, the pulse detectable to his touch within her snatch. He pressed his fingers into her nook's humid warmth, the inside of his forearm stroking the cleavage of her ass cheeks. He turned his arm and the back of his hand pressed up against her furry cunt, the top of his forearm against her ass. He curled his fingers down, tugging the cloth down in the front, gathering it in his grip until the top of her muff was bared, the back of his wrist against the base of her slit. He hooked his thumb back into the rear triangle of nylon and worked it down into the grip of his curled digits, his hand closing in a fist between her thighs, clutching the panties, her ass and cunt exposed, the ribbon pulled down low on her hips, almost to the tops of her thighs. He turned his wrist in her damp slot and suddenly leaned forward, shoving the panties down above her spread knees, the ribbon stretching as he released the nylon. He looked at her for a moment and then moved closer, sliding his cock between her legs and up into the hot cleave of her cunt, her juices bathing his throbbing tool, a moan of pleasure slipping softly from her, her hands tightening around her ankles.
"Straighten up-slowly," he said and she did so, the tilt of her nook rising, her vaginal muscles playing around the hard length of him, his head and dorsal vein dragging along the top of her channel and against her enflamed clit. She swallowed hard, touching the counter for balance as her head swam, the head of his prick holding at the top of her cunt, the shaft curved under her. "Turn slowly with me and lean over the top of the stool," he said and they turned together, Felice pressing her stomach against the padded seat of the counter stool, her hands gripping the aluminum legs. He reached forward and grasped her hip and slid his cock back up fully into her now tremoring cunny.
She groaned, her vaginal muscles clutching around his thick shaft as he began to slide up and down in her, his feet inside hers, atop her lowered pants. His balls swung back and forth as he moved in and out of her seething hive, his prod swollen with throbbing heat, his eyes closing to the pleasure that flooded through his mind and body. She twisted her belly against the vinyl seat covering, unable to move her legs, her fanny turning back against his abdomen, her knuckles white as she held onto the stool legs, a groaning sigh rising from Missing page 94-95 ing down toward his cock as it began to reharden and she smiled happily, her eyes moving over his naked body.
Rona found herself thinking about Ted once again and how she had sat nearly naked with him, overcoming her shyness. While his body was once again with Felice's, Rona was lying back atop the covers of her bed, trying to read a book after showering, seeking to shift her thoughts. A fluffy green towel was wrapped around her, tied under one arm and dropping to just below the tops of her thighs, the cloth falling back against the bed to bare her side and the globe of one ass cheek.
Her mind kept drifting back to the previous evening and her hand dropped to the bed, the book sliding from her fingers. She ran the fingers of her other hand through the spill of her auburn hair, her dark blue eyes lidding. Her body still felt warm despite her shower and the slight covering of the moist towel Her hand rose from her hair, bright strands trailing and then floating back around her face as she dropped her hand at her side, against her naked thigh and buttock She remembered masturbating after Ted and her mother had left and the escape from the nervous tension she now felt once more. Dampening her lips, she looked down as her fingertips drifted over the silken softness of her hip, nudging the cloth up. She moved her other hand from the book and over her stomach to catch the edge of the towel, sliding it across to her other hip, uncovering most of her smooth belly and the plump mound of her cunny with its haze of downy fuzz. The twist of the cloth at her other side held and her breasts remained under the towel. Her fingers continued over her hip and touched the soft floss of her cunny, moving in slow circles over the pillowy lushness, tracing the moist heat of her slit, a buzzing flutter of warmth blossoming out through her flesh.
Her eyes closed, she murmured softly through parted lips as her fingertips eased up and down the yearning lips of her honeycomb. Her long clit was pulsing steadily, pressing free of its sheath of pink furls, seeming to reach out imploringly for the fingertips that were moving so close to its burning inch of desire.
Her fingers continued to sink a little lower into the pink furrow. Her juices glistened as she came closer and closer to her clit with each passage. She nibbled at her lower lip, her forehead tightening as the palpitations of her nook continued in a steady rhythm, deepening, sending vibrations of joy pounding through her, joy just out of reach that urged her on. Her nipples' pursed tips chafing against the pile of the towel, the cloth seeming to bind her tits now as they swelled, her breathing deepening. Her ass cheeks and the heels of her feet twisted against the covers, the pulsing suddenly quickening torridly as her fingertips met her clit, catching the long digit to press it tightly, flexing it between. She groaned, her mouth widening, her body lifting up from one side, her other arm against her side, the hand raised, her fanny tightening as the waves of heat swept through her, building toward the release of her impending orgasm.
"Rona, have y-" she heard her mother's voice begin, not seeing the woman stepping into the room as she opened the door and coming to a halt. Then the words sank in and she sat up suddenly, a blush running the length of her body, her hands trying to tug the towel over her wet slit, but pulling the twist loose as she did so, exposing her breasts.
Jessica stared into her daughter's widened eyes, neither of them knowing what to do or say and she realized that she had broken the build of the girl's arousal and denied her orgasmic release.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I-I was... " Rona muttered, frustration clawing at her, embarrassment and confusion merging.
"It's okay," Jessica said softly. "I'll see you later," she smiled reassuringly, stepping back to leave the room, reaching out for the door knob so that she could close the door on her way out.
"I feel so terrible," Rona sobbed, raising a hand to her lowered face. "I couldn't-couldn't help myself and... " she began, groping for words, tears running down her cheeks.
"Hey, baby, don't... " Jessica said, pained at her daughter's turmoil, her hand reaching toward Rona.
"And now I feel so-so shameful," Rona said, her voice breaking and she turned, throwing herself against the bed, pressing her face into the pillow to muffle her crying.
Jessica stood uncertainly, looking at her near naked daughter, the towel draped over one hip to conceal part of her ass and her loins, her round breasts quivering with her sobs, the gentle waves of her dark auburn hair concealing her face from Jessica, who moved forward hesitantly, unsure of what to do but unable to leave the girl alone in this state.
"No-no reason?" Rona gulped, keeping her face hidden from view, slender legs shifting against the covers.
"Of course not. You felt-arousal and were alone and wanted to still it, to... feel pleasure and so you masturbated," Jessica said tenderly, kneeling down beside the bed to bring her face closer to Rona's.
"But-but to have you, my mother, find me doing-doing what I was doing...?" Rona asked, her dark blue eyes looking through the screen of her hair.
"That makes your mother a dunce for not knocking, for causing you frustration," Jessica said with a bolstering smile, her voice almost a whisper.
"Y-you? But I was-" Rona began, cutting herself off before mentioning that she had been thinking of Ted, of her mother's lover and that those thoughts were what brought her to finger herself.
"Hey, I'm the same woman who got you on the pill, who told you about sex, how much fun it can be. Right?"
"Yeah," Rona nodded, lifting her face a little, the hair falling away from one eye. "But that's... different."
"French-fried potatoes are different from baked potatoes, but so what? That doesn't mean one has to be bad, does it?" she asked with a smile.
"No, I guess not," Rona agreed, wanting to agree and she rubbed the back of her hand beneath her eyes, wiping the tears away, the light shining from the wetness of her eyes.
"It's loving yourself, appreciating and enjoying your own beauty, your own... feelings," Jessica said as Rona pushed up onto one elbow and she rose up from her knees to sit on the edge of the bed, her simple house dress pulling up.
"Do you masturbate?" Rona asked abruptly, looking up into her mother's hazel eyes.
"Certainly," Jessica nodded, smiling.
"But you've got Ted-and Jim," she added quickly.
"Well, besides the reasons I gave you, I don't have them with me all the time, do I?"
"No," Rona answered, a faint smile appearing. "Still... I probably wasn't even doing it right," she sighed and frowned at her still damp fingers.
"You looked like you were getting off pretty good," Jessica reminded her.
"Yeah," Rona admitted, her eyes closing for a moment as she sought to contain the frustration that still lingered within her mind and body.
"Were," Jessica repeated, recognizing her daughter's expression. "Why don't you... start again?" she suggested, lifting the girl's hand in hers.
"I don't-just don't feel... I feel like I can't do anything, that it'll leave me hanging again-worse," she said in an almost inaudible voice.
"K at first you don't succeed...?" Jessica offered, reaching down with her free hand to slide the towel from Rona's hips, baring the plump mound of her cunny for the hand she directed back toward the down-hazed slit.
"I-I'd feel funny and... not just you being here, but-me naked and you sitting and... " she trailed off, her arm tensing to keep her mother from directing her hand closer to the aching pulse of her nook, her uppermost leg turning to offer a shield for her loins and to press her trembling cunt lips against one another, easing the yearning heat a little.
"Sure, I understand," Jessica said, rubbing Rona's hand between hers. "I just didn't want you being alone feeling... like you were."
"No, that isn't-isn't what I meant," Rona said, gripping her mother's hand to keep her from standing, from leaving. "I meant... it makes me feel naked you being dressed, not you helping me to-with... " she blushed, lowering her eyes again.
"Sure, baby," Jessica nodded, reaching out to smooth the softness of Rona's hair back from her face. "You just lie back and relax, huh?" she suggested, opening the buttons that ran down past the waist of the house dress and the tiny flowers of the print began to shift as if in a breeze, the cloth opening to reveal the insides of her ripe breasts and the firm curve of her belly.
Removing her hand from Rona's hair, Jessica pushed the dress back off of her shoulders and away from the cones of her breasts, the inch-long nipples quivering as the cloth pulled loose of them. Turning onto her back as her mother had advised, Rona lay with her hands crossed, covering the full mound of her sex and she stared at the long, tan tips of Jessica's breasts, wondering at their conical shape, hers being rounded, her nipples being so much shorter, their tips pursed, they and her aureoles being a pale pink.
The dress around her elbows, Jessica's fingers opened the few remaining buttons, her heart-shaped muff coming into view. She caught the cuff of one sleeve and slipped her arm free, repeating the action with the other arm and the garment draped around her waist. Only her upper thighs and her fanny were covered now. She sat for a moment, looking at her daughter's face, then at her still maturing breasts and then at the girlish covering her hands provided for her cunny. She suddenly realized that she felt as confused and inexperienced as Rona did, though she could not explain the feeling to herself.
Jessica stood and the cloth slid down her legs, the flowered print forming a circular garden around her feet. Rona's eyes lifted, moving up her body to her face. The room was silent, the breathing of each sounding loud to their own ears.
"You-you want me to...?" Jessica faltered.
"I haven't the strength," Rona answered softly, almost weakly.
"You still feel...?"
"Yes," Rona nodded and she moved her hands from her loins, the soft down like a light haze over the ripeness of her cloven hillock, the gentle depression of her slit visible, a fine mist glinting with light in it. She stretched her arms out from her shoulders, offering herself to Jessica's knowing aid, but keeping her feet together.
Jessica lifted the towel and pressed the soft coolness against her warm cheek, looking at Rona, fully realizing how beautiful she was, how trusting she was of her. Her eyes dampened and she smiled subtly.
She sat beside Rona's hips, easing down so as not to rock the bed. The apartment's central air conditioning hummed. She stared at the downy floss of Rona's muff, wondering if it would darken to the auburn of the girl's hair or, since she was now fifteen, if this was its permanent color and thickness. She extended her hand and felt the weightless texture. Rona's eyes closed, her tongue moistening her lips, her breathing tight. Her toes slid over the pile of the carpet, her feet arching back, accenting the shapeliness of her long legs. Her head bowed as she stared down at the arabesque patterns her fingers drew in the platinum threadings of the girl's down, her hair spilling from her shoulders and around her face, the pupils of her hazel eyes dilated, her breasts rising and falling visibly. Rona's fingers spread out and drew in, clenching the covers against her palms, her head pressing back into the pillow, her lips opening as she felt the strains of the rhythms that had risen almost to a crescendo before Jessica's entrance. Her shoulders were pulled back, her breasts thrust up, her pursed nipples erect. The woman's hair flowed over her thighs as Jessica bent from the waist, one arm outstretched to press her hand down between her daughter's opening legs for support and her lips touched the inside of Rona's knee, her other hand continuing to move breeze-like through the floss of her plumage.
Jessica moved her lips over the warm smoothness of Rona's flesh. Her mouth decorated her inner thigh with delicate kisses, her firm breasts pointed down between the girl's tightening legs as her upper stomach caressed Rona's other thigh. Her one shoulder rose as her supportive arm straightened and her hips turned, one thigh and buttock revolving against the bedding to place her weight on her hip, the opulent globes of her ass cheeks turned toward the foot of the bed. Her lips drifted higher, the flesh beneath them growing more tender and hotter as her kisses approached the tremoring mound of Rona's nook. She slid her hand over the covers, lowering down on her elbow, her legs straightening back from the side of the bed, the light catching in the mass of curls thrust forth from between her joined thighs. Her lips reached the top of Rona's thigh.
Rona inhaled in short gasps. Jessica's cheek brushed her pubic down as her lips flexed against the soft shallow between thigh and cunny, the tip of her tongue sending hot surges of arousal through her. Her mother's fingertips moved to the other side of her swollen mound to touch the opposite shallow, her breast's lush weight against the top of her thigh. Rona's face tightened and shifted, her heart beating fast, her flesh feverish, her hive swarming with quickening pleasures, her long clit again rising, seeking succor, relief from the blaze of again being beckoned toward ecstasy, a trace of apprehension running through Rona that she would again be interrupted, that her frustration would be increased since her arousal was now greater than it had been the first time.
Jessica moved her hand up over Rona's hip, her other hand moving from the covers to the girl's freshly kissed thigh, both her breasts now shifting atop the other thigh, her long nipples nudging against the soft flesh. Rona's hands pushed downward, pulling the covers loose. Her forehead was lined with the excruciating rise of pleasure, her cunt pulsed deeply, reverberating through her. Her nipples were burning, her breasts swollen, as her clit yearned achingly. Her juices gleamed in the pink cleave of her opening slit, as Jessica's lips moved over the plump cheeks, her tonguing kisses slicking the down against the quaking flesh, making it seem golden around the wet pinkness. The girl shivered with the shuddering flash of an orgasm, her hips lifting up, the softness of her cunt pressing against her mother's lips, her fanny rising from the covers. She gasped for breath, easing back, but Jessica's lips continued to cover her mound, her hand moving alongside her breasts and down to raise the girl's leg, shifting her body back to give it room, one leg curling up atop the bed, her other calf extended from the side of the bed. Rona's raised knee tilted out toward the edge of the bed and Jessica's hand moved down the inside of her thigh.
Her nipples chafing against the covers, her breasts' peaked tips flattened against the bed, Jessica moved her kisses down the side of Rona's cunt, toward its base, her hands tilting the girl's hips, one buttock rising from the bed and her lips turned to the outside as the contour forked in toward the underarch of Rona's body and out between thigh and ass cheek. She lightly chewed at the tender shallow, the side of her forehead stroking the burning mound, her hair spilling across the tender lips of Rona's cunny.
Rona groaned, her breathing coming in great sobs as Jessica's lips moved over the underside of her fanny and back toward her cunt over the slender bridge between her slit and her rear cleavage. Jessica kissed the other buttock up toward the heat radiating from the girl's pulsing nook. Rona's elbows pulled in toward her sides, her forearms lifting, the covers clutched in her fists. She cried out, another orgasm bursting fluidly through her, her toes curling in the bedding, her head toning side to side, her hair webbing her face with loose strands, her forehead damp.
Jessica eased her lips up from the under arch to the base of Rona's slit, the girl's heady juices streaming down into her mouth. She extended her tongue and pressed its tip down between the pillowy ass cheeks, rubbing the underarch. Then she slowly drew it up, licking the juices into her mouth and ran the tip between the tender cunt lips. Rona gave a whimpering moan as she came again, the nectar of her secretions inundating Jessica's taste buds. Jessica extended her tongue again, but this time into the quivering pinkness.
Rona turned suddenly from the waist, pulling the raised covers over her stomach and breasts as she shuddered with deep raptures, a fourth and greater orgasm vibrating the marrow of her bones, her nook convulsing around the swimming tongue that laved her juices from the contraction and expansion of her channel. Jessica moistened her lips and cheeks in Rona's splay, working her tongue upward, her one hand circling the juncture of thigh and buttock, her other stroking Rona's other thigh. Rona's hands, wrapped in the covers, twisted against her tits. Her back arched and her mouth opened wide to a silent scream as her breath locked in her throat, her cunt verging on cramping as she came again and again from the knowing tongue nearing her searing clit, the hands caressing, the soft hair flowing over the torrid heat of her loins. Her other knee lifted as her feet pushed down against the bed, her shoulders twisting against the pillow and her fanny lifting as her body arched and her spasming snatch turned against Jessica's burrowing mouth. Jessica's hands moved under her to encase her ass cheeks and Jessica rose up onto her elbows, the inner press of her arms pushing her breasts together. Both her legs were on the bed now and her fanny thrust up as her wet slit rubbed against the bedding, orgasms now flashing through her also. Her lips met Rona's inch-long clit.
Jessica pushed aside her surprise at how long her daughter's clit had grown and she sucked it into her mouth like a miniature prick, sucking around it, her tongue flicking over the tip, her hands kneading Rona's ass cheeks, her own cunt spasming against the bed, her ass cheeks quivering. Rona's breath broke free of her throat in a ragged scream. Her blood was pounding in her ears and bright flares of blinding light were exploding behind her eyelids. Ecstasy zoomed through her, bucking her hips in Jessica's grip as her slit burned around Jessica's feasting mouth and her clit crackled like a lightning rod in the stormy whirlpool of Jessica's suckling. She exhaled till there was no breath left in her lungs. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to glow with bliss and she went limp with a dazed smile, inhaling deeply.
Jessica slid her hands from under Rona's fanny and let her clit slip free, her kisses easing as she rose up and she lifted her head to look up at Rona's expression of satiation. A small orgasm warmed her in response, easing her down with satisfaction and she hugged the girl's hips. Rona's legs slid down limply against the bed and Jessica rested her cheek against the damp pillow of her daughter's cunny, the two of them lolling happily in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
* * *
After Ted had left, Felice took a long bath, lying back with a warm smile, her body free of all tension after their afternoon together. Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes, her thoughts of balling with Ted blending with her memories of going down on Don aboard her flight in, of fucking with him in the bright vibration of the restroom. Don was due in for a layover in a few hours and he and Felice had made plans to meet at his motel.
* * *
Having showered and changed clothes, Ted rang Jessica's doorbell. The two had made a date earlier in the day for a movie. The door opened and she smiled at him, her naked body vibrant, her flesh flushed.
"I like your outfit," he smiled and she widened the door for him, her breasts tremoring succulently as she stepped back, her eyes on the tenting of his slacks as his cock hardened.
"Come on in," she grinned, closing the door. "You know," she began, her fingers drifting over the doorknob, "I was thinking that you and Rona should get to know one another better and... she agrees," she said, her eyes sparkling with humor.
"Sure," he nodded. "She seems like a nice girl."
"Oh, not such a girl," she smiled, taking his hand and she led him through Rona's bedroom door.
He blinked with pleased surprise, Jessica watching him with a grin as he looked toward the bed. The girl was stretched out naked on the sheet, the covers pushed off the foot of the bed, her head and shoulders back against the pillow, which was pushed up against the head of the bed. She smiled shyly at him, her fingers curled together atop the smoothness of her belly, her breasts rising and falling with her breathing, her nipples erect, her plump cunny visible through the haze of her pubic floss.
His cock engorged with blood, it strained against his pants and he glanced into Jessica's eyes.
"Mom... would you un-undress him?" Rona asked in a small voice and she nibbled at her lower lip.
Jessica nodded as Ted smiled with confusion and arousal and she slipped his jacket off. He looked back at the girl-her eyes were intent upon the long thrust of his prick under his slacks, one of her legs drawing up slightly to the side, the lips of her nook parting, the delicious pinkness winking at him.
Jessica pressed her body against his back, the peak of her breasts rubbing against his shirt as she rolled her loins against his buttocks and reached her arms around him to slip the buttons of his shirt from their eyelets. He inhaled deeply, reaching back to touch her silky hips, her warm body quickening his pulse. His shirt open, she tugged it from the waistband of his slacks and Rona's dilated eyes moved over his chest and stomach, her lips slightly ajar, her focus ending up on the buckle of his belt, expectation swelling her breasts.
Her hands cupped against his flesh, Jessica slid his shirt from his shoulders and down his arms, setting it back atop Rona's dresser. She smiled warmly at Rona's expression of desire, her nostrils flaring with her deep breathing, her slit wetter now.
Rona watched Jessica's hands come around his waist, following his belt to the buckle and pressed the tip of her tongue against the roof of her mouth as her mother's fingers drew the leather from the metal ring and pulled the strap outward until the metal latch came free of the eyelet. The belt dropped open and Rona's eyes dropped again to the clear outline of his engorged cock and then rose back to the waistband only to find her mother's forearms lowering against the sides of his thighs, her face and body hidden behind him, her legs appearing to either side as she knelt and Jessica's belly and loins could be seen between his legs, her posture opening her cunny wide, a pink flowering blossoming within a collar of dark fur. Rona wanted to speak out, to have Jessica stand back up and continue removing his pants to reveal his big cock, but she could not form the words. She watched as Jessica removed his shoes and socks, drawing the strings slowly loose, easing the socks down over his ankles and arches, stroking his insteps and squeezing his toes before fully removing them.
Her soft fingers moving from his now bare feet, he felt Jessica's hands slide under his pants cuffs and over his calves, her knees lifting as she crouched, the inside of her thighs rubbing his bared calves, her long nipples gouging through the cloth to graze the backs of his thighs. He inhaled sharply as he felt her mouth press against the base of his buttocks, nibbling gently through the cloth. His eyes lidded, still staring at Jessica's daughter and he swallowed hard as Jessica tilted her head to move her mouth in between his thighs, her face pressing up between his buttocks as she nuzzled his swollen root, her thighs, hands and breasts moving against his legs. His balls shifted with the movement of his root, his come swelling them, his prick growing even hotter.
Rona watched her mother's damp cleave shifting, widening and narrowing as she caressed and kissed him. Then Jessica eased her hands from his pants legs and moved them lovingly upward, squeezing and stroking his thighs, her fingertips alongside the long mound of his cock approaching the snap and zipper. Rona's hand moved from her side to her belly and she spread it against the warmth of her abdomen and then the parted hillock of her cunny, gripping the tremoring hive, her center finger pressing down against her slit and stroking the fevered lips. Jessica's hands met and she opened the snap of his slacks.
He watched the girl's center finger sink down into the gleaming cleave of her nook, curving to it, her thumb and other fingers squeezing in against the plump cheeks, tightening her slit around her gently bobbing finger. He blinked, his eyes blurring momentarily as Jessica began to slide his zipper downward, revealing his pubic hair to Rona, then the thick base of his shaft, the top of his sac to either side of the veined column and gradually more of his trunk. The pants dropped in the back, her face pulling back and his ass was bared to her nibbling kisses. His tremoring prod thrust the loosened slacks out from him and Jessica pulled them down it centimeter by centimeter, the texture of the cloth increasing the pleasures coursing through the visible veins of his tool. The pants hung on the rim of his head and she eased the cloth from side to side, her tongue sliding in between his legs, stroking his root as she pulled on the cloth. His eyes half closed as the pants came free of his hypersensitive knob and his cock snapped upward to jut forth from his body as the pants dropped to his ankles. Rona's eyes widened at the revelation of his big prick. Her center finger curled up into her cunny, pressing down against her clit and an orgasm fanned out through her, her lips pursing in an O as she gasped with a whispering sound.
Jessica's spread hands rubbed against the insides of his thighs, her fingertips curled in his pubic hair as her tongue pressed and curled upward. Her cheeks felt soft against his rear cheeks, her breasts rubbed against the backs of his thighs. His brain was tilting with carnal vertigo; he saw Rona blink free of her orgasm. Her eyes were fastened on his hard cock, her mother's hands moving to either side of it. The hands turned toward Rona and curved back toward his loins, beckoning the girl. Slowly Rona found herself rising up from the bed, placing her feet on the floor, her legs unsteady as she moved toward him. The hands moved around his sides and then between his thighs, lifting up to cup his balls, the insides of the wrists rubbing his root, the palms lolling the big eggs around beneath the spar of his cock and seeming to hold his genitals out for her. He pulled air in through his teeth, his flesh burning, his shifting nuts quaking as Jessica's hands and wrists increased the throbbing that was spreading out through him, intensifying the escalation of his arousal, her tongue burrowing in him, her lips nuzzling his anus.
Rona stood in front of him, staring at the jut of his cock, at his balls supported by the upturned hands; Jessica's humid cunny was visible below. She swayed, her lips parted. His cock throbbed faster and faster, his spend pounding at the restraints to escape his swollen balls. The fingers curled back against the pliant ovals of his nuts, again beckoning Rona, sending fresh pulsations of pleasure roaring through his mind and body. Rona began to sink down to her knees, staring as his cock bobbed with the shift of the hands. The thumbs pressed the sides of his shaft, angling it down where it thrust out almost straight from his body; Rona's face was right before the bulbous head and her hands lifted up tentatively toward the thick length of his shaft, her cunny pulsing warmly. His body rocked with voluptuous waves of joy, his prostate drumming faster and faster, the tongue whirling in him, the wrists working his root, the palms increasing the turbulence within his balls, the thumbs stroking the sides of his shaft.
His eyes squinted and he saw Rona kneeling before him, her hands rising as if in slow motion, her parted lips directly in front of his bulbous head. His mind reeled, his balls and prostate pulsing together, throbbing faster and faster. Rona's lips almost touched his head, opening, her tongue easing forth, her fingertips just touching his shaft above Jessica's. Jessica's tongue whirled. His come exploded. He cried out, released from the intense arousal, ecstasy blanketing him as his thick soup rushed into his spasming prick, bursting forth into the opened mouth of the girl, washing over her half-extended tongue. Her fingers gripped his cock, pulling and she thrust her head forward, jamming his bucking tool into her mouth, her body arching forward.
Jessica's hands dropped away to reach forward for the wet cleave of Rona's bobbing snatch, her fingers found the long clit and Rona murmured as she sucked his juice down her throat, his prod still twitching between her indrawn cheeks. The combination of Jessica's fingers tweaking her clit and his spasming cock shooting his spend into her mouth sent a climax blasting through her and the three of them sagged down, gasping, their legs curled under them as they grabbed one another, their bodies flushed with their raptures.
* * *
Across the city, in the air-conditioned quiet of a plush motel room, Felice stood before Don, wearing a simple sundress with a full skirt and bibbed top that curved up from the small of her back and around under her arms, the wide straps tied at the nape of her neck. She looked younger than her years and hardly the seductively aggressive young woman whom he had flown with and fingered in the half-light of the plane while she sucked him off, whom he had balled within the brightness of the stainless steel and plastic cubicle. But then he recalled his first view of her when she had been pretending to be asleep and he smiled at the memory of their shared game.
"I've emptied my suitcase," he said, seeing the humor in her eyes even though she did not smile. "Would you mind putting it on the closet shelf?" he asked.
"Of course, Don," she nodded, her voice light-hearted, her responding smile bright and eager.
She walked over and picked up the light-weight suitcase and carried it to the double-width closet, setting it down to slide the door back. She looked up at the shelf and then around, spotting a stool. He watched her pick it up, passing by a chair, the wide skirt swishing around the flow of her shapely legs. She put the stool down before the closet, bending from the waist and the skirt rode two-thirds of the way up the back of her thighs, her back to him. Lifting the suitcase, she stepped onto the stool and raised it toward the high shelf, going up onto the balls of her feet, the contours of her legs emphasized.
"I can't quite reach it," she said breathlessly as she held the suitcase up.
"Perhaps with a chair... " he suggested with a faint smile and moved a straight-backed chair to beside the stool, standing to the side facing her.
"Yes, of course," she nodded, her eyes sparkling mischievously and she lifted one foot to the seat of the chair, nearly a foot higher than the stool and her skirt lifted up with her leg, revealing the thigh of her other leg almost to the top.
She shifted around, seeking balance in order to step fully onto the chair, the suitcase in her hands and she looked at him beseechingly. He smiled and stepped around where he could stretch out his foot to ease the stool back away from the chair, her leg being drawn back with it, away from the other, so that it had to bend from the knee. She looked at him, one leg angled out straight from her side, the thigh of her other leg straight out from her body in the opposite direction. She could have, of course, dropped the suitcase, grabbed the back of the chair and jumped down, but she was enjoying the game of playing the young innocent and was curious as to where he would take it.
He moved back and forth in a half-circle, looking at her approvingly and he began to unbutton his shirt. She watched him walk across the room, his back to her as he pulled the shirt off, the muscles in his shoulders shifting. Seeming to have forgotten about her, he sat down on the edge of the bed and began to remove his shoes and socks.
"Don...?" she said in a small voice.
He looked up at her and smiled in a friendly way before turning his attention back to his feet. Barefooted, he stood up and walked back toward her. He reached out and touched her upraised knee and then eased his cupped hands up along her tensed thigh till he touched the hem of her dress.
"Don?" she asked with uncertainty. "Aren't you going to help me onto the chair?"
He shifted his palm and fingers against the softness of her leg and then pressed it higher, pushing the skirt up until it draped the top of her thigh. He gripped her just under the edge of the sundress, his thumb close to the bottom of her panties, his forearm atop her thigh and he looked down where the skirt fell from either side of her leg, her other leg exposed there almost to her panties. He looked up suddenly and reached behind her neck with his other hand, plucking the bow of the bib top free.
"Don!" she blurted with shock and he flipped the wide straps off her shoulders and the top slid away from her breasts, falling with the furled straps atop the suitcase. He caressed the round domes of her tits, rubbing the round nipples with his thumb. "Oh, Don," she sighed with both pleasure and protest in her voice.
He moved his hand from the top of her thigh, sliding it in against the edge of her cunny and eased his fingers under her panties, keeping his palm away from her. She murmured as the backs of his fingers eased across her muff and his knuckles brushed the wet warmth of her slit as he curled his fingers out the other side, gripping the crotch of the frail garment in his hand and pulling it out from her. He raised his other hand up under her dress and curled his fingers down between the panties and her hip, gripping the narrower section. Slowly, he pulled his hands in opposite directions, the nylon in his fists. A tearing sound came, loud in the silence of the room and the panties tore between her hip and her cunt, freeing its hold on one leg. His hand opened from the narrow section and he smiled at her as he looked up into her face. He pulled back with his grip on the crotch and the panties tugged free of her fanny and slid around her thigh-her nook was naked now.
Pulling the torn panties out from under the skirt, he slid them to her knee and let them drop down around her ankle. He looked at the pink furrow shining amid the gold of her muff and turned to get a second chair.
"You're going to let me down now, huh?" she asked with an urging tone, smiling with wan hope.
Saying nothing, he put the second chair down facing her and stripped off his pants. She stared down at the erect lunge of his cock and he slipped the suitcase from her hands to set it aside. Felice realized that her arms had begun to ache from holding it. He sat down on the chair, moving it between the stool and the first chair, bringing the veined column under her, the spread of her legs keeping her slit opened wide, its damp pinkness before his eyes and over his prick. He reached out and cupped his hand under her out-thrust thigh, supporting her as he kicked the chair from under her foot. She swayed, reaching out to balance herself.
The muscles in his arm stood out in relief as he brought his hand back toward himself, bringing her cunny toward his face and allowing her other leg to straighten somewhat between her torso and the stool, his other hand bracing her. She breathed deeply, staring down past the rise and fall of her breasts at his face as he brought her loins toward it. She could feel his breath against the tremoring of her cunt lips, although the bunching of the dress blocked her view as his tongue reached out to edge the tip of her clit. He moved her leg around and her thigh rested atop his shoulder. She touched the top of his head, her eyes flickering as he bathed her slit with languorous washings of his tongue. Her calf pressed against his back. Her other hand touched his head and she leaned forward with a moan, her nook heaving around the burrowing of his mouth, her senses searing together as she came.
Moving his hand down her thigh, he cupped one of her full ass cheeks, supporting her weight again as his other hand raised her other leg from the stool, bending it at the knee to place her foot on the seat next to his thigh. His cock throbbed harder as he gripped her by the hips, moving her leg from his shoulder, holding her out from him.
Her long tongue curled from the corner of her mouth, her eyes glazed and she looked into his eyes as he lowered her down toward his prod, her skirt falling to hide it and her quaking hive, one leg straightening toward the floor, the other doubling atop the seat. He felt the sweltering heat of her snatch as his head moved between her spread furrow, his balls throbbing atop the seat of the chair. She felt his touch within her and then his thickness was curving up into her torrid depths, flashing pleasure off the walls of her channel, his mouth kissing her breasts. She groaned, clutching him between her thighs, her one foot rubbing the back leg of the chair. He kissed between her breasts and she leaned back from the waist with a gasp as he sank his full length within the quicksand tuggings of her cunt, his hands tightening on her hips. She reached back to press her fingers to the carpet, her head thrown back as she cried out, the chafe of his shaft sending the pulsings of her clit into a roaring blur that forced a scream from her mouth. Her body was twisting upon the pistoning of his rod, his hands were pulling her to him and pushing her back. She gripped her tits, indenting them with her fingers, the dress sliding up her stomach, the skirt covering her breasts. He groaned, his forehead wrinkled and his come blasted loose, his bucking prod whipping hoselike within her, his juices spraying into her. Her hands fell loosely from her sides, her one leg coming free of the chair to straighten and her shoulders rubbed against the carpet, her legs up and out from the slackening eruptions of his tool.
He sat back, his face raised as his breathing came in deep gasps, his mind blurred. Her hips came free of his hands and the backs of her legs slid over his thighs, dropping to the floor. He let his head drop forward and smiled down at the spread-eagled girl. Her cloven mound gleamed wet and pink and his cock twitched on the chair between his legs, a last droplet of come seeping from his head.
"Any more ideas?" she asked, grinning up toward the ceiling.
"Your turn," he chuckled.
* * *
Buttoning up a jersey shirt-dress, Jessica had gone out to get food for the three of them, making it clear that she would be gone for quite awhile. Smiling, Ted and Rona had looked at one another, still seated on the floor. Rona sat back on her thighs and her shoulders were slightly hunched forward as she rubbed her knees, her face lowered to one side. He thought how innocent and vulnerable she looked.
, "I-I'm glad mom talked me into getting on the pill-now," she said with a shy smile, her eyes glancing up from his hardening prick.
"Me too," he nodded, returning her smile and he reached out to touch the soft waves of her hair, curling his fingers in against her cheek.
She pressed her face to the stroking of his fingers and turned her lips to kiss the inside of his wrist. His hand opened, cupping the side of her head, her ear warm against his palm, his fingertips brushing the down at the nape of her neck. Her head tilted to the side, rubbing against his hand and wrist. She looked up into his eyes with a warm smile and lifted a hand to his upper arm. Their other hands rose together, hers going to his side, his to the other side of her face.
He leaned forward, cupping her face in his hands and he touched his lips softly to hers, catching her lower lip to graze it with slow counter-strokes, his tongue's tip moving back and forth over the lush cushion. Her hands moved up and down his sides, firmly flexing as their knees touched. The outsides of his forearms shifted against the insides of her widening breasts, his lips moved over her cheeks in small, drifting kisses. Her hands moved down to cup his hips and her fingertips worked against the sides of his buttocks. Her head tilted back as he kissed her throat and ear, his fingers garbed in the auburn spill of her hair, one hand moving down to cup against her domed breast, grazing the pursed tip of her nipple. Her right breast thrust against his right arm. Her hands moved down the sides of his thighs, stroking his hot flesh. He touched the tip of his tongue to her ear; his shaft was swollen, heat was flooding through him, constricting his lungs, his heart was pounding. Her breath fluttered against his throat, as his tongue eased into her ear, spiraling. His nostrils flared with his strained breathing, the liquid warmth of his tongue moving to fill her head with the low thunder of ocean waves.
She eased her hands up the tops of his thighs toward the jutting spire of his sex. His kisses moved back over her face, his lips cupping her closed eyes, moving at her other ear, then returning to her parted lips. She gripped the tops of his thighs, her thumbs between them and his balls, his flesh feverish against hers. His tongue slid between her teeth and lips and he nibbled her lips with easy pressings of his teeth.
She leaned forward, her arms straightening as his tongue swam into her mouth to turn and slide with hers, pink sea creatures curling and stroking. She turned her palms to face one another and she gripped the thick heat of his staff, indenting the pliant hardness with her fingertips, the heels of her hands joined against his dorsal vein. He groaned into her mouth and she sucked at his tongue, working his cock in her grip.
His thoughts scattered, his flesh buzzed with static electricity, his shaft seemed to be glutted with molten heat. His hands moved to her sides, both of them rising up onto their knees and the silky weights of her breasts crushed against his chest, her burning nipples rubbing stiffly against him. Their tongues stretched out, their mouths widening, their lips twisting together. His hands at her waist, he slid them under her forearms and into the downy wisps of her muff, pressing down into the plump mound to slide into the damp cleave of her slit, finding the long, swelling passion pearl.
Their moans merged in their mouths, vibrating against the serpentine undulations of their tongues. They began to shift their legs, easing up to their feet without breaking the contact of their hands and loins, or of their mouths. His thumbs rose and fell in counterpoint against either side of her nook, the joints burnishing the burning lips, drawing them apart as she spread her feet. Her hands guided the bulbous head of his cock into her underbelly between the down-gauzed swells his fingers stroked. She moaned with a sob, her head falling back, her mouth parting from his as it pulled wide. His hands caught her, pressing against her back as the soft broiling of her cunny quivered around his throbbing length.
He hugged her to him, lifting her off her feet, her arms dropping limply around his shoulders as she shuddered with her orgasm. Then her hands tightened on him as he began to walk toward the bed, taking short, precise steps, his rod thrusting with the movement of his hips, her cunny turning atop the filling hardness as her legs swayed from side to side. He raised a foot onto the bed, then lowered to his knee, Rona's legs dropping back to the sheets and he leaned forward onto his elbow, easing her down fully atop the bed, his cock churning in the sweltering cove of her surging juices. She thrust her hips up against his, her cunt tightening, gripping at the bobbing of his long shaft, stroking it. She cried out, ecstasy burning brighter and brighter within her, her brain and body one.
He rolled over and she found herself bucking upon the saddle of his hips, rotating off the pivot of his thrusting prick, his head sliding over her cervix. They moved again and he was lying beneath her back, the underside of his pumping staff racing under her clit, which his fingers nurtured. They continued to move on the bed, her cries coming faster, growing from whimpers to deep screams of carnal delirium. His body tensed and bowed, his come crashing against his restraints, surging free and he came in the roiling sea of her sex, his juices sending her into an orgasmic climax, her cunt cramping and loosening until there was no tension within her, but only blissful fatigue. He murmured, a broad smile on his face.
"Uhm-m," she gurgled happily, curling up against his side. "I can't imagine anybody being a better first lay for a girl," she whispered, her lips shifting against his chest.
"Well, I can't imagine anybody being more fantastic on their first time," he said softly, smiling as he ran his fingers through her hair.
"Again?" she asked, her eyes bright as she looked up at him and she sucked her lower lip between her teeth. "Any minute now," he laughed, glancing down at his cock.
"Lemme help," she offered and slid down to suck his softened tool into her mouth, her tongue licking the mix of their juices away, rolling it against the roof of her mouth until he began to stiffen and straighten, filling her mouth as it pushed down into her throat and out from the circle of her lips. Her eyes looked up the length of his body and he nodded, grinning.
In a few moments, he was within her and they began to ball again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Having found out by phone that Felice would be out for the evening, Frank had flown in to talk with Traci about her younger sister, making casual conversation on the way in from the airport. In her apartment, he sat back on the couch, relaxing as she fixed a snack for him.
"Have you made up your mind about where you want Felice to live?" Traci asked, looking at him as she made a sandwich on the counter divider.
"No, not really," he admitted.
"She doesn't seem romantically inclined," Traci said, coming back into the living room to set the plate and a drink down before him on the coffee table.
"No, we've no problems there," he nodded and bit into the sandwich, as Traci sat down beside him.
"You know, it sounds a lot like the first time we made love," Traci said, leaning back, the shift of her high-set breasts visible through the circular cut out in her light pullover.
"A little," he smiled.
"How many times did you come with her the first time?" she asked with a smile, crossing her ankles on the edge of the coffee table, her pleated skirt mid-way up her thighs and contouring to her shapely legs.
"Five before I phoned you and... six more before I finally got out of bed the next day," he chuckled and finished the food, leaning back to sip his drink.
"Eleven, huh? You must be slowing down, dad," she said with a restrained smile.
"Think so?"
"I was overflowing and it was me that got out of bed," she grinned. "I recall that I lost count of my climaxes and that you hit a baker's dozen."
"She'd had more experience than you, and's older than you were," he smiled. "Such crazy daughters," he chuckled with a shake of his head.
"Horny and lucky, anyway," she grinned, reaching over to run her hand up his thigh to grip his prick through his slacks. "And with the benefits of the pill."
"Wonder what it would've been like if I'd had sons too," he mused, his cock expanding to fill her hand.
"Considering Felice and me, we'd have had lotsa big dongs to slide on," she laughed and unfastened her skirt. "Shall we take a nostalgia trip?"
"Nostalgia, my ass," he snorted. "I want to see how much we've learned." He grinned and caught the hem of her skirt, sliding it off as she raised her ass and thighs from the couch, her strawberry-blonde ringlets gleaming around the damp cleave of her lifted cunny.
He lifted his other hand to the cut-out of her pullover and slid his hand in to caress the firm domes of her breasts, her nipples poking at the cloth from atop her inch-high aureoles, the cotton contouring to the plump caps as they did to her tits and to his moving fingers.
"You certainly have gotten to be a big girl," he smiled.
"And you certainly are getting big," she grinned, moving her hand along his elongating cock.
Sliding his hand from her top, he stood, his trouser leg pushed out from his thigh by his erect prod. She smiled up at him as he began to undress, her fingers continuing to move up and down his engorged tool. Her fanny rested against the edge of the seat as she slouched comfortably, her legs outstretched and apart, her slit visible among the ringlets of her muff.
Naked, he extended his hand toward her, his prick now thrusting out before him, swollen and throbbing, his balls hanging heavily. Her hand joined his and she pulled, letting him draw her up to her feet.
"Carry me?" she asked, raising her eyes from his cock and he nodded, bending to lift her in his arms, her breasts shifting under the thin cotton of the top.
He walked into the bedroom. Traci felt light, her legs and fanny were warm against his flesh and he laid her on the bed after she had reached down to draw back the covers and top sheet. Stretching out, she looked up at him and the beam of his tool and she reached down between her widening thighs to dip her fingers in the wetness of her nook, lifting them back up to stroke her rich juices into his shaft and head. His eyes flickered as her damp caress sent ripples of pleasure through him, the flesh pulling even tighter around his trunk, the red and blue veins like the markings on a road map. Her fingers tugged at his throbbing vector and he smiled, opening his eyes and stretched out between her thighs, her flowing fingers guiding him into her upthrust cunny.
Her knees lifted and her legs pressed against the sides of his hips. Warm and soft, her tits flattened out between them, her vaginal muscles tightened and loosened around his thrusting prick, pulling eagerly at him as her hips thrust up. Her legs curled around under his buttocks to pull him fully into her broiling snatch as he pressed his face into the cut-out of her top, kissing the soft globes, his hands pushing the cloth up from her stomach. His balls rolled against her fanny as he churned within her, the ripples quickening until they merged into a constant surge of ecstasy. She gripped his sides, her mouth at the side of his neck, kissing and sucking, her ass cheeks bobbing against the sheets as she ground her cunt against him.
His thick length filled her, glutting her with its hot movement, whipping her juicy arousal into a froth of joy, so that her thoughts blurred as he pushed the cloth up over her tits, his mouth covering one plump aureole, his tongue buffing her pursed nipple's burning hardness. She groaned against him, her cunt making wet kissing sounds around his revolving press. His mouth expanded over her tit, his hands moved down her sides to cup her fanny, turning her hips counter-clockwise to his clockwise motion, while heat enflamed the walls of her channel stoked by his throbbing member.
He lifted his head and their mouths joined, their tongues probing deep, lashing in the groan-filled heat. His balls were quaking as his cock throbbed faster and faster, her cunt gulped, her clit was incinerating. They cried out. Their hips beat together. Her legs locked around him. Her cunt convulsed with orgasmic release. His cock spasmed. Their minds flashed with carnal raptures. Their bodies shook together, their flesh was garbed in webbings of electric heat. His come geysered from his prick, gushing over her cervix. They trembled at the peak of their climax, trembling with the overwhelming bliss of their satiation. Their breath escaped their lungs and they went limp, gasping in one another's arms.
"Baker's dozen?" she whispered when she could manage speech and they both grinned.
* * *
Her daughter grinned at Jessica, her legs opened wide for the curl of Ted's fingers within her cunt, the two of them stretched out loosely on Rona's bed.
"I don't feel all tense anymore," Rona said as her mother set a tray on the bed, the food she had purchased atop it.
"I kind of guessed that," Jessica laughed, unbuttoning her shirt-dress. "You don't look too tense either, Ted."
"It'll be hard again by the time we're finished eating," he grinned.
"Such dirty-mouthed people you consort with," Jessica sighed, letting the dress drop from her naked body.
"I thought the guy had to be a king or something for the woman to be a consort," Ted offered, sitting up to eat.
"You are, you are," Rona laughed happily, squeezing his semi-erect cock.
"King Dong," Jessica laughed, sitting down on the bed.
"Well, my beauties, if you don't keep these reviews to yourselves, I could be bedridden for the rest of my life," he smiled, leaning forward to kiss Rona.
"Ridden? You're only going to fuck off your back?" Jessica grinned, spreading gravy from one of the plates along the inside of his thigh and he looked down as she began to lick it from his flesh, her eyes smiling up at him.
"I don't think there's any danger of that," he smiled, his eyes lidding at the soft strokes of her tongue moving up toward his hardening cock.
Rona sat watching with fascination as her mother's mouth consumed the gravy and his cock responded with a full erection. Slowly chewing her food, she glanced down at the plate and the small pieces of meat she had cut. Jessica was stretched out on her side, her upper leg stretched back, her heart-shaped muff parted from the dampness of her slit. Setting the plate down, Rona leaned forward, lifted the pieces of meat in her hand and pressed one into the damp pink of Jessica's cunny.
Jessica gripped his leg, gasping softly as the tender bites of meat were pressed one by one into her nook by her smiling daughter, setting her inner pulse afire. She poured more of the lukewarm gravy, but this time over his engorged rod and began to lick it from the throbbing of his tool, his lips parting as his breathing deepened. He looked down as Rona pressed her lips to her mother's slit, her tongue curving in to draw the pieces of meat free and she chewed them with her mouth still pressed into the juicy portal, the shiftings of her mouth furthering the heat blossoming within Jessica's slit, Jessica's tongue curling against his trunk, stroking it as her lips flexed against the veined thickness, moving down toward the droplets that had spilled like dark brown come upon his balls.
His thoughts drifted in languid pleasure as Jessica worried his rod in her mouth, the throbbing that filled it now expanding throughout his body. Rona's fanny danced before him as she kneeled facing her mother, her face lowered to Jessica's hive, her tongue caressing the tremoring spread of her cunt, drawing forth the last of the pieces of meat. Leaning on one elbow, he smiled drunkenly and opened a packet of honey from his plate, letting it slowly spill not on his biscuits, but over the ripe globes of her ass cheeks, the light gleaming from the thick, golden honey as it coated the smoothness of her buttocks and the cleavage that was accented by her posture.
Shifting around, he grasped the girl's hips and extended his tongue to the curve of one nether cheek, licking the sweetness of the honey from the warmth of her flesh. Rona's mother pressed the O of her lips down around his head and shaft, taking his tongue-bathed cock into the suckling warmth, as her daughter's tongue laved the rich syrup of her secretions from the quivering walls of her snatch. Rona murmured into the quaking heat of Jessica's sex as his tongue roamed over her fanny, his hands reaching between her legs for his fingers to dance within the humid sleekness of her plump cunny. He circled her long clit to bob it up against the tip of one finger and she moaned.
Jessica cried out, shaking against her daughter's feasting mouth and she sucked hard on his prod, her hands clutching his hips as pleasure surged through her, flooding her senses.
"Up-up my tush this time?" Rona gasped, looking back over her shoulder as his honey-coated tongue dipped and spun raptures through her, her ass rolling back against his face, her nook shaking around his fingers, her clit burning.
Jessica let his cock loose of her mouth as she caught her breath and pushed her hair back from her face and he lifted up onto his knees behind Rona, scooping up honey from a second packet to lubricate the swollen length of his passion. He pressed his cock into the pink bud of her anus, as her muscles relaxed for his coated slide up into her rectum. He returned his hands to her slit, sliding his fingers up into the raging heat and fondling her clit, his staff churning within the hot tightness of her. Rona clutched the sheets, thrusting herself back against his hips, twisting against his thrusting bulk. Her cunt flowed with her juices, her clit sent flashes of ecstasy through her and orgasms rose like waves, washing over her.
Jessica looked at the expression of near-hysterical rapture upon her daughter's face and smiled with happiness for her. She stretched out between Rona's spread legs and lifted her mouth up into the wet cove of the girl's sex, his fingers lifting to Rona's clit and to one of her swollen breasts. Jessica reached under them and her fingers spun around his quaking balls and one finger diddled at his ass. Rona moaned with joy-his prick was filling her bowels with a roiling heat, his hand easing the ache from her swollen nipples, his other hand tenderizing the pulsing bolt of her clit, as her mother's mouth filled her slit, her cheeks chafing the searing lips, her tongue spiraling within the spasming of her underbelly. Jessica's fingers bobbed in his ass and jostled his come-strained balls, Rona's fanny clutched and pulled on his cock. Rona's shoulders bunched, her arms straightened and her fingers curled down into Jessica's upraised box, her thumbs pressing down into the cleft of her mother's muff. She screamed suddenly, her body shaking and twisting as the multiple orgasms joined into an intense climax that wrenched her consciousness from all but the sunbursts of ecstasy that consumed her. Her body's convulsive gyrations pulled voraciously at his cock and his come gushed through it, pouring up into her depths, his mind reeling and Jessica's cunt again blazed with joy, her mouth expanding into the maelstrom of Rona's drenched cleave.
As their desire was quenched, they dropped back to the bed, their limp bodies entangled, their ragged breathing blending. Gradually their heads began to clear and their heartbeats to slow, their bodies still trembling from the intensities of their release. Ted murmured with pleasure, Rona on one side, Jessica on the other and he hugged the mother and daughter to him, all three smiling as they fell asleep.
CHAPTER NINE
The next day, after an energetic morning in bed, Ted accompanied Jessica and Rona to a nearby restaurant. They sat at an outdoor table in the courtyard of a small neighborhood shopping center. The mother and daughter sat across from one another, sharing little smiles and looking warmly at him as they ordered.
Ted broke off in the middle of a sentence while they were waiting for their food. He had seen Felice approaching with Frank. The girl grinned upon spotting him, her succulent body shown off to good advantage by a tie-around top that exposed the outsides of her breasts, her round nipples gouging the fabric out. Dark blue sailor pants rode low on her hips, molding to her pert ass.
"Ted Denver," Felice introduced, "my father, Frank."
"Good to meet you, Frank," he nodded, "This is Jessica and Rona Denton and this is Felice Kyle."
With that out of the way, Rona and Frank were invited to join them and they gave the waitress their orders. Jessica and Frank hit it off immediately as Rona and Felice discussed the differences in the schools they attended. While they were eating, Felice looked at Ted questioningly, nodding toward Frank who was looking toward Felice. Smiling, Ted nodded, agreeing to Jessica departing with Frank. He suddenly remembered Traci talking with her father while she and he had been balling and recalled Felice's remarks on making love with her father, connecting this with the previous evening and present morning spent with Jessica and her daughter. Somehow it seemed perfectly logical and he grinned.
"She's in for a good time," Felice observed as her father and Jessica left after finishing their food. "He's a great lay."
"So's she," Rona said and then realized what she and Felice had said and what it meant.
"It might be interesting if we were to end up being step-sisters," Felice grinned. The two girls turned to look at one another.
"You two are both great lays yourselves," Ted noted with a smile, looking from Felice to Rona, who was wearing a long sleeved shirt tied at the waist, the buttons open so that the cloth draped away from her breasts when she leaned forward and a pair of cut-off slacks, the loose legs revealing the bottoms of her ass cheeks if she bent over and their sides when she was seated.
"And you too," the girls said together, all three sharing the same thought.
The check paid, they walked toward his apartment, which was only a block away, the girls' arms around his waist, his around their shoulders, Rona's auburn hair drifting over his forearm, Felice's bare shoulders warm against his hand and his other forearm.
The girls looked toward Ted's crotch, their arms together against the small of his back and they beamed happily at the sight of his obvious erection, the outlined thrust of his cock against the cloth proudly announcing what the three were about to do. A grayishly gloomy-looking couple gave the girls and Ted stern looks upon passing and Felice reached back to give the man a tweaking pinch on his ass.
The man whirled around open-mouthed and he blinked as Felice gave him a lecherous wink before looking forward again, her rounded and deep-cleaved fanny twisting against her tight-fitting pants, her back bare except for the slender string of her top. He saw the girl's arms caressing one another and Ted's back, the globes of Rona's ass cheeks rolling under her cut-offs, her bare legs swinging freely and a smile twitched his lips as the trio moved away up the street. The woman glowered at him until she noted the tenting of his trousers upon his now erect rod and she smiled too.
* * *
Within his apartment complex the three were approaching, Jessica and Frank stood naked in her bedroom, pressed tightly together as they kissed, their clothing scattered about. The room was illuminated only by the light from the window, highlighting their shadowed bodies as their hands caressed one another, exploring and memorizing the strength of his back, the opulence of her fanny, the malleable smallness of his buttocks, the softness of her big, conical breasts with their inch-long nipples, the hardness of his prick.
Frank bent from the knees, moving his lips down her throat to her breasts where he sucked the long, tan digits of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue washing their crisp lengths, his hands cupping the firm cones of her tits. She ran her hands through his hair and over his neck, her head tilted back as he rolled her itching nipples between lip-buffered teeth. His engorged tool slid against her thigh as he began to go to one knee, his mouth swirling over her stomach, his hands moving down to her full hips. Her shoulders pushed high and her arms straightened as she cupped his lowering head, her cunny, pulsing with hot expectation as his kisses neared it and its heart-shaped coverlet of thick curls.
The insides of his forearms were against the silky warmth of her outer thighs. He curved his hands around to the ripe curves of her ass cheeks and moved his lips around the border of her muff, kissing her abdomen, the shallows between thighs and torso and the tops of her thighs, feeling the warmth of her cunny rising from her. She murmured with arousal, her legs arching forward as her slit sought the tender lips and stroking tongue, his hands at the undercurves of her buttocks, his fingertips kneading down toward the base of her cunny. She moistened her lips, swaying against him. Then he was rising up, his velvet-textured knob pressing up along the inside of her leg, his lips skiing up the firm curve of her belly to the softness of her pyramidal breasts and back to her lips, one arm behind her knees, the other around her back as he lifted her up with ease.
He carried her to the bed, their mouths joined around the swim of their tongues and eased her down across it. His mouth began to move back toward her loins, again kissing her breasts and stomach, his hands pulling tenderly down her sides as he slid from the bed to one knee between her thighs. Her calves lifted onto his shoulders as he moved his arms under her legs, raising the rich mound of her cunny high, his mouth kissing and nibbling the insides of her thighs, centering in on her humid slit. She gripped the sheets, her face lolling from side to side in the pillow of her hair, her eyes closed to savor the mounting heat within the oven of her cunt, his kisses now moving through the luxuriant growth of her pubic hair, his lips flexing against the swollen cheeks, his breath warm. Her calves rubbed against his back, her fingers twisted in the sheets; her lips parted as his kisses touched her slit, moving slowly up and down the misted furrow to send shivers of bliss through her, her clit swollen and hot within.
His hands gliding under her ass cheeks, he slid his tongue into the raised goblet of her snatch, laving the rich juices from the hot sleekness of her channel. He opened and closed his mouth, matching the pulse he felt in her cleave, working his tongue up toward the glowing bolt of her clit. Her weight back on her shoulders, she arched her body up from the bed and her thighs stroked the tops of his shoulders as his hands turned upon the now lifted globes of her ass and his thumbs slid into the wet heat of her cunny, whirling up inside the base of the humid quiver, rubbing against the membrane between it and her rectum. His lips surrounded the pearl of her clit, easing in toward its yearning inflammation and the tip of his tongue touched at its point. She cried out, her body swaying from side to side like a ship tossed about in stormy waters as the pulse of her cunt flared out through her, sharding her senses with excruciatingly rich joys.
He sucked her clit into his mouth, his lips collaring it, holding it in the rhythmic flex as his tongue painted it in vivid hues. Her hands moved to her breasts, tightening around them and she tugged at her long nipples with pinches of thumbs and forefingers, twisting the firm peaks of her tits against her chest. Her mouth widened as she cried out again as an orgasm zoomed through her, bursting in vast blossoms of ecstasy, shuddering through her in torrential waves. Her thoughts were immersed in tapestries of carnal bliss, her flesh felt as if it were dissolving in electric heat. The orgasms merged, his tongue urging her on, his juice-wettened finger diddling her ass, his thumbs spinning in her slit, his lips bobbing her clit. The orgasms crested in a vast climax that roared over her, tossing her within its spin. She screamed with release, her cunt quaking at the center of her body's convulsions.
Gradually her body went limp and she sagged back atop the bed, gasping for air, her thoughts still blurred. He eased his hands from her, giving her clit a tender kiss and he stood to stretch out beside her, taking her into his arms to hold her to him as she recovered, one hand smoothing her hair as the other stroked her shoulder.
"Sure am glad... Ted talked me 'n' Rona into... breakfast," she said at last, still breathless, her face glowing.
"Me too," he nodded.
"But now, one good turn deserving another... " she smiled and pushed herself up. Frank watched her stand unsteadily and cross to the window, where she closed the drapes, putting the room into near-total darkness.
"I wouldn't have thought you the shy type," he said, hearing her move back toward the bed and the sound of the bedside table's cabinet door opening.
"I'm not, but I am a bit vain," she said with good humor and he heard a clinking sound. "But even in the dark, there are some things I reserve only for special men," she said softly, her voice sounding slightly different and he felt her move back onto the bed, her hair falling softly over his loins.
Her hands spread over his stomach and one thigh, moving in slow rotations, her hair drifting over the crest of his pubic hair. Her lips grazed the hairs of his scrotum to send static heat through them and into his sac, swelling his balls, his erect cock caught in the silken waves of her hair. Their caress was slow and soft. He lifted his hand from his side and cupped one of her breasts. Her lips moved around his balls and over his thighs, as one hand touched between groin and ass to knead his thick root, the fingers of the other pushing down into his pelt to catch the thick column of his prod between them. He inhaled deeply, his fingers tightening around her breast as the warmth within his groin began to grow, moving out through his body.
Her opened lips touched the side of his engorged shaft and began to ease up and down it. Her tongue licked the veined tightness of his flesh, working around till she had covered the whole of his thick shaft, finishing by licking his dorsal vein from the cleft of his head to the seam of his scrotum, her lips rubbing above and below the velvet dagger. Her fingers pressed along his root, working through his sac to follow it up between his pounding balls to the base of his rod and then back to the base of his ass. Her lips closed around his trunk, sucking up toward the bulbous head. Her breasts moved over his hip and thigh, the long nipples dragging hotly against his flesh. He moved his hand up her side to her lifted fanny, where her legs were curled under her. Her lips touched the small lips of his head, kissing them as the point of her tongue dipped into the moist orifice, catching the droplet of pre-come hanging there. Her mouth began to open, lowering around the hypersensitive knob, the humid slickness of her inner lips caressing, expanding and contracting around the maddening pleasure that filled his head, her tongue spiraling around it. He tightened his widened hand over her ass, lifting his hips as the blood pounded in his head and his face tightened as the pleasures of her mouthing intensified.
Her one hand pressed down along his root, rubbing back and forth as the other cupped his balls, rolling them, the come that was swelling them seeming to shift in crashing waves. Her fanny lifted and he moved his hand between her legs, slipping his fingers up into the wet pulse of her snatch. Her body angled down in alignment with her throat and she began to lower her head upon the spire of his throbbing cock, taking his full length in to the swelter of her mouth and throat, her tongue drawing serpentine patterns of provocative joy. Then her mouth began to tighten, suction tugging at his cock as her cheeks stroked the sides of his shaft. Her tongue sliding under the dorsal vein as the top rubbed over the ribbing of her mouth's roof.
Her hands moved at his root and balls with the same tempo as her mouth and he gasped for air, his flesh burning feverishly, his heels digging into the bed, his mind seeming to pulse with the rhythm she was filling him with, filling him to the point of carnal delirium. Gradually she began to lift her head, dragging the suction up his prod and he felt the base of his shaft gripped firmly as she bit down, her jaws shifting side to side as his trunk was squeezed free of her enrapturing mouth, her lips pressing down to blossom around the reddened flesh.
Suddenly he realized amid the turmoil of his brain that her biting was not causing him pain despite its firmness, that there was no sawing of tooth edges as her jaws moved side to side. The darkening of the room, her mention of being "vain", the opening of the cabinet and the clinking sound all came together along with the sensations that were flooding his senses and he realized that she must have been wearing false teeth and had removed them. The blunted rims of her gums slid tightly over his thickness, grinding without pain, or at most on the edge of it. Her lips were able to expand further around his column of tremoring hardness. Her head continued to rise, his head slipping from her throat to her lapping tongue, his spend frothing within his nuts, the pull of her suckling mouth beckoning it to escape, her hands urging it forward. Sweat broke out on his forehead as all his thoughts scattered in the whirlwind of ecstasy engulfing him. His hands contracted within her cunt, the liquor of her secretions gloving his fingers; her taste was still in his mouth, sweet and heady.
His breath caught in his chest as her mouth began to slide back down the pole of his cock and the tightness was momentarily released, only to return as soon as she reached the base. Her gums moved up and down this time as she began to climb the column again, the point of her tensed tongue pulling up his dorsal vein. He gasped and growled, writhing on the bed, raptures hammering the dams that contained his jism within his balls. His breath caught in his throat; lights seared the darkness behind his closed lids and his cock began to spasm, jerking within her mouth as his nuts heaved his roiling juices loose. He twisted from the waist as heat flooded through him, as the tidal broth surged into his cock, blasting through it like raw energy. Her mouth loosened its grip and his come spewed out of his cock into the suckling of her mouth, hosing down into her throat, his senses flashing with blinding ecstasies as he came.
His breath broke free of his throat and he cried out hoarsely as he reached the culmination, soothing warmth engulfing him, easing him down onto the bed. His mind was reeling; he had a stunned, drunken smile on his face. She drew the last of his load down her throat and let his prick slip wetly free. Her eyes were glazed, his clutching hand having pulled a number of orgasms from her, aided by his response. She smiled and stretched out with him, kissing his face softly and without hurry as his head began slowly to clear.
* * *
Rona's fist clutched the bottom of Ted's shaft-Felice's was above it-her other hand rubbing his root with the heel while a damp finger slid easily within his ass. Felice's free hand was rolling his balls in her palm. The two girls' mouths were pressed tightly together around the fat bulb of his head, their tongues diving and curling together about it as their hands squeezed his trunk, moving up and down as one. His outstretched hands were implanted in Felice's golden fur and in Rona's downy fuzz; his fingers burnished the nub of Felice's clit and the inch-long digit of Rona's. Their hands and mouths had set him afire and he was gasping at the sensations of their kiss around his head, their pumping of his shaft, Rona's fondling of his balls and Felice's kneading of his root and diddling of his ass. The whole of his lower body became a seething whole with his balls at the core, throbbing faster and faster, deeper and deeper; he groaned as he exhaled and gasped his breaths in. The throbbing was beating more intensely, exploding, each separation an implosion, explosions and implosions coming closer and closer as the beat quickened.
Their mouths pivoted around the bell of his head, their tongues spun faster, their hands pulled the taut flesh up and down his thick meat at a quickening tempo. Explosion and implosion merged and he shouted out an unintelligible word or sound as his jism erupted, spraying over the joined tongues of the two girls and rushing down their gulping throats. Gurgling sounds came from them as orgasms blossomed out from their pulsing clits. His body shook with tension, his breathing stopped, the apex of his orgasm held blindingly-then the muscle tension was suddenly gone, his lungs were freed and he fell back to the bed, Rona and Felice's naked bodies squirming up against him as they embraced him from either side, resting their heads on his shoulders. He hugged them to him, all three mellowed with their fulfillment and they drifted easily into sleep, with the girls' hands linked around his cock.
Later, Ted's eyelids shifted and finally lifted as the sound of the doorbell came through to him. He turned his eyes to each of the naked girls, smiling as he remembered their lovemaking and he saw that their eyes were also open.
"Gonna answer it?" Rona asked in a girlishly sleepy voice.
"I don't know," he shrugged.
"Might be somebody, some warm an' friendly body," Felice suggested.
"Might be," he agreed.
"Why not find out?" the girl grinned.
"We'll save your place," Rona grinned, their hands squeezing his cock, which was hardening.
"Talking me into it," he chuckled and got up, reaching for a robe as he moved toward the bedroom door.
"If you wear that, how'll you know if they're warm an' friendly?" Rona offered. "And if it's a guy?" he laughed.
He looked at pinkness of their slits, which were toward him and he tossed the robe aside, turning toward the front door, now also wondering who was there.
CHAPTER TEN
"Ah, you were expecting me," Traci grinned, her eyes on his erect cock as he opened the door for her.
"Of course," he nodded. "I've even got a possible step-sister for you," he chuckled. "Rona!" he called out toward the bedroom.
"You don't think Felice is enough?" she laughed.
"Oh, I think you'll find you can fit her in," Felice smiled from the bedroom door, where she and the equally naked Rona were standing. "Her mom and our dad are off balling, so we decided to check out the old wicked step-sister thing."
"You two get to... know one another," he smiled, patting Traci on the fanny as he passed and giving Rona a wink as he and Felice went back to the bed. Felice's hand caressed his erect prick.
"Step by step?" Traci smiled at the girl, admiring the innocent face framed by auburn waves, the maturing breasts and the down-hazed plumpness of her mound.
"Yeah," Rona said softly, her hands lifting to open the zipper running from the collar of Traci's dress to the base of her cunny. The woman's body was naked beneath. "Yeah," Rona whispered, nodding as she looked appreciatively at the high-set globes with their pink caps and pursed nipples, the contoured belly, the strawberry-blonde ringlets of Traci's muff and the shapely legs. The dress dropped to the floor.
She reached out and cupped her small hands to the outsides of Traci's full breasts, easing her palms and fingers over the satin warmth, her thumbs stretching in to graze the pursed tips of the erect nipples. Traci's eyes lidded at the girl's tender touch and she stared into the youthful sensuality of Rona's features, the pupils of the dark blue eyes large and intense. She pressed her fingertips to Rona's hips, sliding them back around the curves of her ass cheeks until her palms fitted to the firm hips and she moved forward, drawing Rona toward her, the girl's eyes lifting to her heavily lidded green eyes. The domes of Rona's breasts were pressing against the undersides of her now swollen globes, the pale nubs indenting the ripe weights, pressing Traci's breasts higher; Rona's smooth belly was flattened against Traci's, her plump mound meeting Traci's cunt as the woman's hands encased her fanny, the light down of her foliage weaving with the reddish-blonde ringlets of Traci's.
Her hands drifted down Traci's sides and she gripped the uptilted globes of the woman's ass, both pulling themselves closer with their kneading grip on one another's backsides; their bellies shifted together, their hips arching forward to bring the lips of their damp quivers together in a slow, undulating kiss. Their erect clits extended from the wet softness of their nooks, the long digit of Rona's meeting the pearl of Traci's and they kissed deeply, their tongues swimming as their bodies began to fill with the hot pulsings of their fusing cunnies, their pleasure points rolling together amid their sweltering juices.
They swayed, whimpering moans escaping the hungry turnings of their widened mouths, their hands stroking desperately as the drumming pulse of their nooks deepened. Their juices mixed and their hips twisted together, their bodies arching back as the electric racing of their clits began to quicken, their splayed hives expanding and contracting together, raw energy surging back and forth as their vaginal muscles tightened and loosened, convulsing till their joy verged on pain. The peak of their arousal teased them, keeping just beyond their grasp as their passions raced higher and higher; their mouths pulled apart, their bodies tensed, Traci gripped one forearm at the small of Rona's back, while Rona's fingertips were buried in the cleave of Traci's ripe ass as she clutched the twisting cheeks. Sparks of friction seemed to spray out through them from the twisting of their clits and their cunts spasmed wildly together, nearly throwing them off their feet as ecstasy exploded through them, throwing their heads back and pulling cries of release from their throats.
They gasped for air as their knees buckled and they leaned on one another for support, their bodies tremoring still, their flesh glowing. Traci dampened her lips, her eyelids flickering; then she noticed her sister and Ted in the next room, their feet toward her and Rona, their legs spread and she saw his engorged cock shortening and lengthening between his body and the wet cleave of Felice's. His sac was tight around his big balls, the girl's ass cheeks were twisting beneath the flexing of her slit around his rise and fall. Traci took a deep breath, clearing the dizziness from her head. She and Rona straightened, smiling warmly at one another.
"Wicked!" Traci nodded. "Really wicked, step-sister," she laughed and they kissed gleefully, rubbing their bodies together playfully. "Shall we join the others?" Traci asked with a suggestive waggle of her eyebrows, nodding back toward the bedroom after their kiss ended.
Rona turned, her arm around Traci's waist and she nodded, seeing Ted and Felice murmuring as they balled. They walked into the room and stood for a moment at the foot of the bed, looking at the couple, their arms about one another, their muffs still damp with their spendings. Then they slid onto the bed.
Ted's cock was throbbing within the gulping tightness of Felice's underbelly, his flesh feverish, as was hers. Felice was biting at his shoulder as he kissed her ear, his chest pressing back and forth over her breasts, her nook squirming hotly. Suddenly their eyes opened as Traci and Rona's mouths pressed between their spread thighs, kissing and licking and sucking at his balls and root, at her slit and fanny and at the juncture of his cock and her clit. Their breasts caressed their legs, their fingers plied their asses. The couple moaned, their bodies twisting and shaking as their already aroused bodies were thrust deeper into the roiling heat of their joy; their moans deepened as his cock moved faster in the oven of Felice's snatch. A mouth was sucking his shaft and a tongue was pressing Felice's clit down against it, as another mouth sucked gently at his balls, a hand kneaded his root, a fingertip flexed in his anus and soft breasts rolled against his thighs.
His mind flashed with exquisite raptures, his body moving on its own as his come thrashed within his balls, within his sac, within Traci's mouth. Felice's mouth expanded against his shoulder, muffing her scream of ecstasy as she came, cock and mouths filling her with volcanic eruptions of intense joy. The couple clutched one another, her apex now a burning pinpoint of maintained and rising power that filled her with phosphorescent heat that became as one with the hot broth of his come, which jetted into her from his spasming cock. His breath groaned free as he floated back from the raging storm of their climax.
The couple lay gasping, their bodies gleaming damply and Rona and Traci smiled with pleasure. Pulling themselves up to either side, Traci caressing his shoulders as she touched tender, soothing kisses to his neck and his temple and Rona stroked Felice's back, stilling the tremoring muscles, her cheek nuzzling softly against Felice's.
* * *
A dreamy smile on her face, Jessica answered her phone as Frank turned on the shower in the bathroom.
"Hi, Rona," she smiled. "Hey, you know the man I left with-Frank? Well, we're thinking of, um, living together to see how we get on," she said, looking toward him as he stood naked in the doorway. "Oh, you guessed that, did you?" she laughed. "And you're holding a celebration party," she nodded, speaking louder to convey the information to Frank. "At Ted's? Okay, we'll be along," she said, a bit confused and hung up, looking toward him. There was a look of amusement on his face. "Daughters sure can be strange," she shrugged, crossing to him.
"That goes double for me," he laughed, hugging her to him as they stepped into the shower, his cock hard.
* * *
An hour later, feeling a little nervous due to both their proposed arrangement and the party, Frank and Jessica rang Ted's doorbell. A moment later, the door swung open. The living room was dark and nobody was in sight. They looked at one another with quizzical expressions, shrugged and went inside. The door closed behind them and they glanced back into the darkness.
"Rona?" Jessica asked and her word ended with an intake of breath as a hand caressed her breasts through her dress, another hand touched the nape of her neck to slide the zipper down the length of her back; the hand and its mate spread over her shoulders, soft lips kissing, long hair flowing, the hand in front of her slipping the dress from her shoulders, its mate drawing it downward, full lips opening against the long erections of her nipples. She touched the head of the woman before her, feeling the short, boyish cut of the hair and realized that it was Felice suckling her breasts, her hands sliding her panties from her hips, her fingers curling languidly in her slit. The breasts that moved over her back were larger than Rona's and so she assumed that it was Traci whose hands were fondling her ass cheeks, her mouth moving down her spine. She murmured with pleasure as their voluptuous nakedness surrounded her, Felice's mouth expanding over the points of her conical breasts, the long tongue spiraling around her burning nipples, her fingers nurturing the torrid swelling of her clit. Traci was nibbling softly at her fanny, sliding her fingers between the cheeks. The women's other hands were sliding her dress and panties from her ankles.
As Jessica called Rona's name, the girl was sliding her arms around a surprised, but pleased Frank, her mouth biting gently at his cock through his pants as she knelt before him. He reached down to touch the soft waves of her hair as she opened his slacks and he removed his jacket and shirt. His cock was erect as she drew his pants down, her mouth catching it as it rose from the hold of the cloth and sucking tightly around it, her tongue flaying the throbbing bulk as she took his shoes and socks off, slipping his feet free of his pants. Rising, she aligned her mouth and neck and he groaned as his head slid down into the breath currents of her throat, her hands cupping his balls and kneading his root as she tightened and loosened her mouth, bobbing her head upon his length. He murmured with pleasure as her tongue pleaded with his dorsal vein to fill with his jetting come and her fingers urged his balls to release the hot broth; her cheeks wetly stroked his shaft and vertigo tinged his mind, his eyes closing to retain balance-his body was washed with warmth.
A lamp came on to light the room dimly. Ted's prick was planted in the hot sleeve of Rona's ass and his hand dropped the light switch to return to her cunny, where it stroked the humid quiver of her spread pinkness. His thumb leisurely stroked her long clit, just touching against it and his other hand cupped one of her breasts back against her chest; the rounded softness was pliant, her hard nipple rolling against the damp tenderness of the center of his palm. He looked over at Frank's daughters as the man groaned with pleasure at the mouthings Rona played around his prod, her mother twisting and moaning with Felice and Traci.
Jessica caressed Traci's ripe, uptilted ass and Felice's pert fanny. Her arms were between their silky thighs as she pressed their cunnies together, gold fur and strawberry-blonde ringlets wetly curling together as they rubbed clits. Her tongue moved from one slit to the other, gliding over the tremoring lips, tasting their heady nectar. The sisters kissed within the portals of her nook, their lips flexing against the pulsing of her sweltering cove, the blunt surfaces of their teeth pressing against the shimmering softness, their tongues spinning together around the jackhammer pounding of her clit. Their breasts bobbed against her belly and hips, their hands stroked her thighs; their fingers curled under their mouths to sidle down against the base of her quaking furrow, sweeping over her ass cheeks and burrowing up into her backside. She twisted and turned with them, their soft bodies arching against hers, Traci's hair sweeping over her lower stomach.
She cried out into their shaking hives, her mind reveling in the delicious confusion, her body bucking and writhing as her deepest recesses filled with the expansion of her orgasm; her mouth moved voraciously with the gulping cunnies, accelerating their orgasms. Her tongue flashed and her throat swallowed down their sweet juices. They cried out into her snatch and she into theirs, her arms gripping them, her hands clutching their fannies, her thumbs sinking into the pink furls of their anuses. Through misted eyes, she saw her daughter's cheeks pulled in around Frank's cock. His face was contorted with the approach of his climax, while her ass was twisting back against the thrusts of Ted's hips, his hands at her cunt and tits. The images blurred into pure colors as her climax roared through her, burning to a white heat between the mouths of Frank's daughters.
Frank groaned from deep in his chest, his legs braced as his spend erupted and gushed into Rona's throat and mouth, over her tongue and teeth as she pulled her mouth back tightly around his spasming tool. Gasping, he sank down to his knees and gripped her spread thighs as he regained himself. She moaned as Ted's cock turned and nudged high in her ass, her clit shivering feverishly at his fingers' touch, her breast grinding against his other hand. Through lidded eyes, she saw Frank's expression of satisfaction and her pleasure mounted, her hands moved up his arms, her head tilted back; Ted's lips were at her ear and neck. Frank looked at her joyous face and her trembling body and he moved his knees back, his hands tugging her legs a few inches forward. He lowered his face toward the plump mound with the down clinging wetly to it.
Ted removed his hand and Frank touched the tip of his tongue to the base of her slit, Ted's buggering causing it to jostle rhythmically. He licked upward, the edges of his tongue sliding against her lips as it went deeper into the gleaming chalice of her loins. She sobbed with ecstasy as the flat of his tongue flowed over her clit and his mouth pressed into her cleave, his hands moving over her thighs. Ted's cock reaming her ass, both of his hands now at her breasts. She turned from the waist, lifting her mouth back to his and kissed him deeply, hungrily, their lips brushing. Ted tasted the semi-sweet flavoring, his prod throbbing wildly in her depths, her soft ass cheeks rubbing against him. She cried out, coming again and Frank felt his cock begin to harden again, seeing Jessica and his daughters recovering in one another's arms, their naked bodies gleaming with perspiration. He raised his mouth from her nook, but his fingers continued the manipulation of her passion pearl as he rose, bringing his newly erect staff toward the wet blossom of her cunny and into the broiling oven of her underbelly, holding her clit where each thrust and pull of his prod would pass under it She sobbed as the flames spread through her mind, burning thought away; her senses blended into a single awareness, her perceptions were inundated with rapturous glee; Ted and Frank's doral veins rubbed at the membrane separating her cunt from her ass, until the membrane seemed to dissolve and their cocks became one double-barreled organ pumping rhapsodies into the whole of her body. The tempo quickened as Frank licked the last taste of his own jism from her mouth, rising toward a crescendo as they caressed her clit and breasts, kissed her mouth and ears and filled her to the stretching point with the delirious movement of their big cocks. She cried out again, but this time it was so high as to be near inaudible. She felt that she was revolving on the axis of their rods, spinning faster and faster until everything blurred in a cyclonic raging, spiraling down and in, contracting, intensifying to an excruciating nucleus that held suddenly, mind and body floating in an infinity of calm, only to suddenly explode in a cascade of ecstatic raptures that overwhelmed her. She laughed and cried at the same time, her fatigued body supported by Ted and Frank as she gasped for air, her heart beating like a triphammer.
Ted groaned out his breath as the delirium of Rona's climax yanked his come loose. His cock jumped within her as his spunk gushed and spurted up into her. Frank's cock was spasming in her cunt, his spend fountaining up into her. The three eased down to their sides upon the carpet, Ted's foot pressed against the cord switch and the lamp went out, returning the room to darkness. There was the sound of ragged breathing and of movement, the spent trio feeling warm tongues caressing their heated flesh, cooling them, soft hands and breasts warming them, silky hair drifting luxuriously over them.
Frank and Ted's cocks grew hard in suckling mouths; tongues washed over them and a long tongue licked at Rona's cunny. Ted felt conical, domed, globular and round breasts in his hands and upon his body and his tool pumped in quivering slits and clutching fannies. The six of them began to lose track of whose body they were focusing on, whose limbs were entangled with theirs, whose cock or cunt, hand or mouth was upon or within or around them. Pricks stuttered thick jism into mouths, cunts and asses, rehardening to come yet again. Cunnies convulsed and vibrated. Their groans merged into a symphony of carnal raptures and all of them swam in blissful satiation.
"If nothing else," Ted chuckled, "being an orphan seems less confusing sometimes," and he glanced at father and daughters coming with mother and daughter, sisters with possible step-sister, daughters with possible step-mother and daughter with possible step-father. "Y'know, we haven't been alone in a couple of days," he smiled at Traci, his eyes now accustomed to the darkness and able to just perceive features. "Want t'fuck?"
"Yeah," she grinned and they slid free of the others to move into his bedroom and onto his bed, moonlight coming from an undraped window.
She kissed him deeply as he slid his well-lubricated shaft up into the oceanic richness of her cunny and her hips rolled against his as he began to churn the gripping softness of her cleave, probing the tightening channel. His balls slapped lightly at the base of her ass cheeks and his hands cupped those lush globes as she pressed and rubbed her breasts against his chest, the pursed tips of her erect nipples gouging deliciously, her tongue and his stroking leisurely amid their murmurs of pleasure. His blood raced, his cock throbbed and her heart pounded; her clit was pulsing, their bodies were moving as one, seconds merging into minutes and the minutes falling away unnoticed as they rolled over in one another's tight embraces, his come bubbling madly in his balls, the contractions of her underbelly deepening, their minds spinning, their ears filled with the sound of waves crashing. He gripped her tighter, and she ground her hips against his as his balls spewed his come through his body and her cunt tightened and expanded with torrential waves of heat. His cock spasmed within her shuddering loins, his juices flooding her deepest recesses, her rich syrup blending with it in the turmoil of their climax; their bodies shook the bed, their cries echoed off the walls. Gasping, they held for a moment at the peak and then tumbled happily in one another's arms, their eyes gleaming.
Gradually they became aware of clapping and they opened their glazed eyes to look toward the doorway to see Felice, Rona, Jessica and Frank standing there, applauding their performance, all four still naked.
"Encore! Encore!" they laughed.
"It's our pleasure," Ted smiled, Traci nodding her agreement as his prick rose hard and ready from his body.
"You just can't keep a good man down," she smiled as they embraced and began again.
