Tiffany Conroe stood silently in the living room of her and her husband's: apartment, the late afternoon sunlight gleaming in the soft waves of her chestnut hair. Her back to the window the light came through, her head was bowed, pale down haloing the nape of her slender neck, the wave of hair that normally fell over her forehead now concealing her eyes. Her hands were loosely clasped before her. She stood waiting, looking both fragile and sultry, a deep sensuality lurking beneath the posture of subservience.
She listened to the sounds of movement from behind her, knowing that her husband was at the window, knowing that he was looking at her slender shoulders, at her supple back, at the thrust of her uptilted ass, at her long and shapely legs. All she wore were a pair of "sling heel satin shoes, the high heels accenting the contours of her legs; earrings; a choker made of three strands of pearls; and a matching bracelet Otherwise, her beautiful, creamy-skinned body was naked.
The guy across the way's in his apartment," she heard Jeb say, knowing he was looking at the window a floor lower than theirs. "You know the one I mean, don't you, Tiffany dear," he said, the words sounding more like an accusation than a question.
"Yes," she admitted, her voice a tremorous whisper in the big room.
"Think he'd like seeing you?" he asked thought-fully. "Seeing you naked like you are?"
"I -- I guess.*
"Would you like him to see you, to have his eyes caressing your breasts, your belly, and cunt? Would you like to cause his cock to get hard as a result of seeing your naked body?"
"Only if ... that's what you'd want me to like," she said, the full teardrops of her breasts rising and falling as her breath deepened with anticipation. Her palms were damp as she wondered if she had answered correctly, and whether he had wanted her to say either yes or no, but there was only silence from behind her. Her heart beat faster as she wondered if he was moving toward her, and if he was pleased or angry.
The man in the apartment across from the Conroes' had just broken up with. a woman he had been with for several years. Angered with himself for indulging in a feeling of self-pity, he shook it off and pushed his mixed drink aside. Restless and irritable, he paced around his living room. Get yourself another woman, he told himself. It's the only way to get over it, even If its only somebody to lust ball.
Yet, it had been so long since he had done more than look at other women, that he could not think of someone offhand. Frowning, he stood at the window to look down at the courtyard. With a sigh of resignation to the fact that things had changed, and that he would have to adjust accordingly, he started to turn away when he saw Tiffany.
Standing at her living room window, she wore a simple housedress of floral cotton and was looking up at an angle, apparently unaware of his presence. Her arms crossed over her stomach, she stroked her arms above the elbows with her fingers and thumbs, her weight on one leg, her flaring hips thrust forward, the cloth nudged by the rounded point on that side. She slid one hand up, pressing the short sleeve upward, her fingers sliding beneath the fabric to curve to her slender bleep. She took a deep, almost weary breath, and slowly let it out, the teardrops of her breasts shifting beneath the yellows, greens and blues of her dress. Her other hand slipped down to cup the elbow of her raised arm. The light coming from behind her, he noted that her long and shapely legs were silhouetted against the thin cotton, her lower legs hidden behind the wall beneath the window.
This's gotta be the greatest case of wish. fulfillment ever, he thought to himself, staring up admiringly at her. May not be able t'ball her, but looking's taking my mind off my troubles.
Slowly, Tiffany raised one knee to rest it upon the window sill, and the skirt of the housedress slid up higher upon her full thigh, molding to its firm contours as the cloth draped between her legs. The hazy silhouetting now had a pyramidal center which directed his eye up to its apex, which was also the apex of her thighs. Crimping the sleeve between thumb and fingertips, she bowed her head as if in saddened thought. Her hand lifted from her arm to touch the gentle rises of her collarbone's inner points and the supple shallow at the base of her throat. With a small frown, she raised her head to look up between the buildings toward the sky, the shallow emphasized between the delicate lifts of the tendons, her straight jawline accented, as was the jut of her wide little chin.
Her fingertips slid down loosely, as if sinking from the weight of her arm's pull, and to the side, easing beneath the neckline and the lapel of the housedress' collar until only the bases of her first two fingers were visible. The edge of her hand was against the top button, pulling the cloth down tightly across her slender shoulders, her thumb sliding back up over her upper chest till it lay along its center. Her other hand slipped from her elbow, no longer needing to support it, and her arm hung loosely at her left side, her right knee remaining on the sill. Her hand shifted beneath the bodice of the dress, and he could see her fingers pressing out against the cloth. Her inner forearm was against the base of her right breast, pressing the lush teardrop higher than the left, and a shallow of cleavage appeared above the neckline as she pressed her thumb back against her hand.
His breathing deepened; he lifted his glass to take a sip, his eyes remaining on her.
The edge of her hand slid down along the juncture of the cloth above the top button, her forearm sliding against the underside of her tit, and she paused as the bases of her joined fingers came to the cloth, pressing it outward. She looked down ate, but with bored curiosity, examining the position of her hand, the widening of her neckline, the press of her forearm against her right breast, the light haloing her chestnut hair, the wave sliding down before her forehead from the left-handed part. The inside of her wrist pressing into the lower inside of her soft breast, she drew her fingers from beneath the fabric and touched their tips to the top button, circling it. She turned her hand from the wrist to slide her thumb beneath the joined edges of cloth and the button, her fingers' curling between the overlapping sides and between the top two buttons to press the eyelet free of the small, pearl button.
Damn, but you are fine, he thought to himself. Take a man's mind right off, he smiled, glancing down at the press of his erection against his slacks. Sure hope you don't decide to move back before finishing with those buttons, 'cause it'd be great t'see your everything.
The second button ripened, the neckline expanding down to the peak of the shallow indentation of her stomach, which rose up between the lush centers of her vulnerably soft breasts. Her hand drifted down to the third button, to the fourth, and to the fifth, the front of the dress opening to the base of her furled navel's deep socket.
He swallowed hard, his breathing tight.
Her fingers hooked in the matching cloth belt atop the sixth button, the weight of her hand tugging the belt down in the front till it curved over where the base of her belly was, pulling down tightly atop her wide hips. She curled her fingers in the loose bow to let the pull of gravity draw the belt loose to hang from the loops at the insides of her hips. Her hand rose as if in slow-motion, her fingers touching the delicate furls of her navel, easing up the center of her firm stomach's soft curve. Her hand spread over her stomach, drifting back down to casually move over the pout of her belly, her fingers moving between the fabric and her abdomen.
She lifted her left arm above her head, languidly stretching, her slender torso arching forward with a supple roll to her stomach. Both arms stiffened as she bunched her shoulders: her left forearm angling clown over her head for her fingers to slide through the wide waves of her soft hair, her right arm straightening, pressing her hand and wrist under her dress, and down before her abdomen and her canny.
He saw the first joints of her fingers silhouetted with her legs, extending down from the apex of her thighs. She yawned with a sultry gracefulness, the point of her pink tongue curling up to shift against the center of her upper lip, then easing back between her lips as she closed her almost pouting mouth. Her left hand slid through her hair to cup the back of her head. Her high upper lids had lowered over her liquid eyes, almost meeting the rims of her lower lids. He watched her hand slide back up until the heel pressed against the base of her stomach. She slowly rotated her palm and fingers over the center of her wide abdomen and the top of her mound, the cloth shifting atop the movements.
From the corner of her eye, she could just see him staring up at her, his cock hard against his pants leg, and she was aware of her husband's eyes upon her. Her heart pounded with excitement at the movement of her fingers over the top of her nook, the wispy curlings of her plume damp at the top of her pulsing slit -- and with apprehension that she might not be performing to Jeb's satisfaction, that she might be doing something he did not wish her to do, or not doing something he did wish her to do. Her breasts strained. against the cotton housedress Jeb had told her to don, and her knee pushed out. against the windowsill to steady her balance.
His fingers tightened around his glass as Tiffany's hand began to move up and down, moving over her muff, stroking and dressing. Her middle finger appeared to enter the center of her hive, her head tilting back as her other hand clasped the downy nape of her neck beneath her hair, her lips unsealing. She was breathing deeply. Her willowy body curved to her right, her cheek pressing against her right shoulder's up and down movements. Her left hand pulled around the outward sweep of her slender neck into her shoulder, moving down over the exposed center of her chest She gripped the left side of the dress, suddenly jerking it out to the side and off her shoulder, her breast trembling into view, the cloth digging into her upper arm.
"She's going to do herself right in front of the window," he muttered with delighted disbelief.
Her hand closed over the wide diameter of her breast, her fingers digging into the softness, squeezing it out toward the point of its teardrop shape, squeezing her nipple against the center of her palm. Her other hand clutched at her loins, bobbing in and out as she moved her center fingers in her cleave. Her lips pulled back from her small, bright teeth, her forehead tightening. She roughly jerked her hand free of her tit, the creamy flesh now pink, and grabbed the cloth above the sixth button that was atop her right wrist, pulling outward. The cloth pulled, and the buttons popped free, ricocheting off the window pane before her, The cloth opened to reveal her hand against the chestnut plume of her pubic foliage, her middle and index fingers pressed deeply into her slit, gleaming with her juices. Her mound thrust forward in the full cradle of her hips. He saw the inside of her out-thrust thigh, the inner tendon in relief, the last two buttons still holding the base of the skirt over her left thigh and part of the right.
Her mouth opened wider, her eyebrows lifted above her closed eyes as her fingers moved deeper, provoking the humid throbbings of her channel, the inside of her index finger's knuckle slamming up against the maddening pulse of her clit. Her left hand moved back up in the direction of her reddened tit, but instead grasped the cloth between her side and arm, yanking the short sleeve down to her elbow with desperation. The other side of the dress pulled taunt over the outer two-thirds of her right breast, her straightened right arm pressing in against the out-side of the full teardrop. Her fingering caused the arm to shift against the soft weight, pressing it in toward the center of her chest until the rim of her pale pink aureola was exposed. The lush breast quivered deliciously with the movements of her arm.
Tiffany groaned, her forehead furrowing as she yanked and jerked to free her left arm of the sleeve, her lips back from her clenched teeth, her fingers stiffening in their jabbings within her cunt. She shoved her elbow back and free of the sleeve, gasping with relief and near fatigue as she pulled her forearm from the binding of the dress. The cloth curved down her back from her right shoulder, but she found that her wrist and hand were pinned. She made a whimpering sound, struggling with the dress and with her snatch, both hands moving urgently. Her shoulders bowed forward, her forehead pressing against the glass as her depths began to contract and expand with the throbbings of heat, verging on painful crampings with the deepening contractions.
Her hand pulled against her hip, seeking to use it to slide the bunched fabric from her hand and wrist, but she could not manage it. Her head was spinning with vertigo, her slit spasming around her fingers, her clit sparking against the twistings of her fingers and thumb. She pulled hard against her hip, and her left hand slipped back behind her hip and in against the supple small of her back.
Her fingers clawed out at the inside of the angled back of the dress, her left shoulder pushing out high as she struggled to free herself. Her knee rose from the window sill, her shin sliding up against the edge of the wood, the buttoned bottom of the skirt riding up her lifting thigh. The cloth had twisted into a rolled cuff around be; wrist when she reached behind her, holding her even more securely than before.
Her body curved forward, her forehead sliding down against the glass. Her right knee lifted till the rim of the sill dug into the top of her foot's high arch. Her hips thrust forward against the fingers pinching at her at, her stomach tightly curled as her depths imploded and exploded with waves of electrifying heat.
Her bound hand tightened into a fist, and she beat her knuckles against the small of her back. The dimples there deepened with the tension of her body. She groaned, trying to force her body back up, to keep from being overpowered by her orgasms, afraid that her husband might be displeased with her immersion in her performance, not knowing for certain if the man across the way was still watching or not.
She knew he was still watching, but she had to be sure, had to make certain that Jeb's orders were not being disobeyed as a result of her pleasure, that she was not quaking with phosphorescent flarings at the expense of her original purpose. She bit into her full lower lip, indenting it with her teeth, and pulled air into her lungs with intense effort, gradually straightening. She forced her fingers to move slower around her clit, her head swimming, the dress cutting into the top of her right shoulder. Her masturbating right arm held it against the front of her right side while her cuffed left hand held it down in the back.
She pushed her right thigh lower and tried to focus her eyes, glancing from their corners inward his window. His glass was empty, his cock still engorged within his pants. She gasped with relief, her forehead glowing with a patina of perspiration.
She tightened her grip on her clit and began to stroke the long nib in earnest, the inch-long focus of her body's arousal tapering down to a blunted point. She groaned softly, her head turning her cheek to the glass, her enraptured features reflected. She began to double over again, her upper lip pulling up from her teeth, the pink inside turning out toward the glass as her hips rocked against her hand. Her right foot pulled up onto the window sill, her left arm and shoulder aching from the hold of the garment. Her right elbow pressed into the shallow at the side of her bent stomach, the inside of her thigh sliding against the outside of her arm, her knee pointed up as she twisted the inner arch of her foot against the rim of the sill. Her damp fingers clawed the air below her drenched cunny as she chafed the outside of her forearm up and down her splay. Her long clit pushed down and up as her creamy flesh slid back and forth over it.
Her gripping fingers caught the bottom of the dress, knotting the cloth in her fist, and she yanked hard, her forearm shoving back against her chits racing throb. The last two buttons popped free, the cloth sliding away from her thighs to hang loosely from her sides. Her damp hand grabbed back between her thighs to grasp the right side, holding it while she tried to pull her left hand free once again.
She turned her forearm in the broiling pinkness of her snatch, deepening the tongue-pink of the damp cove. Her left hand pushed down over her hip and behind her left thigh, stretching down toward her right hand, which clawed at the looped cloth. Her hands were together at the back of her left thigh's inside, her elbow almost down to the top of her slit as she continued to work her arm against the raging currents of her passion. The contractions and expansions of her underbelly returned to their previous intensity, growing yet more powerful.
She sobbed, her face pressing up against the glass, her breath fogging it. Her shoulders bunched as her neck craned up and back. Her right hand tore at the cloth imprisoning her left. Her body leaned against her raised right leg.
She cried out, her golden eyes sparkling damply, and she came, her body arching back away from the window. The outside of her forearm slid up through the spasming sluice of her cunt, and she let go of the dress to clutch the ravaging quakings of her mound. Her right foot dropped to the floor as she came, her senses overlapping, her body quivering from her climax.
Tiffany staggered back a step, both arms dropping loosely to her sides. The opened dress slipped from her right shoulder and breast to slide down around her wrist, hanging back behind her, the top curved from one hand to the other, draping the backs of her legs beneath the uptilted roundness of her full ass cheeks. Light refracted from her eyelashes as she squinted down to see the man still at his window, and she turned, almost tripping over the hem of the dress. Pulling her right hand free, she sat back against the window sill which indented the ripe cushions of her fanny, the floral housedress hanging from her wrist The rest of her was fully naked as she looked toward Jeb.
Her husband sat partially in shadows, and she could not tell if his expression signified approval or disapproval Her breasts rose and fell as she gasped to catch her breath. Her ass slipped forward over the edge of the sill, and she fell onto her knees with an intake of breath, keeping herself from flinching. Jeb stood and slowly approached her.
Tiffany lifted her face, her eyes holding on him, fear and longing mixing there. Her arms hung from her sides, her vulnerable body curved forward as he came to a stop right in front of her. Her neck muscles pinching, she, could not see his face because he was so close. She started to lower her head when he moved even closer, one foot moving between her opened thighs, and her chin came down against the top of his thighs.
"Poor fellow will probably have to wait to get together with someone, or masturbate, or take a cold shower," Jeb mused, as if talking to himself. "And all because of you, Tiffany," he said with a disappointed tone. Her chin quivered against his strong leg, her moist eyes showing the hurt she felt at not pleasing him.
A short time later the man who had watched her at her window went to answer his door, and blinked with surprise upon seeing Tiffany standing in front of him in the hallway. She was now dressed in a tunic blouse of lavender organdy whose semi-transparency exposed her stomach and the undercurves of her firm breasts to his eyes. A wide bib-collar of Hurel lace concealed the rest of her breasts and her shoulders, a slender silver chain belting the blouse at her waist A short skirt of beige jersey clung to her hips, draping her shapely thighs. Around her throat was a leather collar with silver studs, and clasped with an old-fashioned key, her sandles laced tightly up her calves to just below her knees.
She said nothing, staring directly into his eyes. Unable to think of something to say, neither of them having met before, he stepped back, motioning her in. She walked past him, gracefully poised, the wide-cuffed sleeves fleeting back from her forearms. Her uptilted ass shifted temptingly beneath the flow of her skirt, her supple back visible through the organdy blouse. She crossed the room to stand where he had stood when he was watching her, and he eased the door shut, wondering what this was all about, and hoping it was about what he thought it was.
She stood observing their reflections in the window pane, wanting to look up toward her own apartment to see if Jeb was watching, was seeing that she was following his "suggestion." But he had warned her to pay attention only to the man she was with, to fully satisfy his desires, to pretend he was Jeb if necessary. She turned and smiled at the man, liking the mixture of strength and humor in his eyes.
"You certainly do have a clear view of my apartment," she noted, drifting her fingers over the furnishings as she moved away from the window, giving the impression of inspection.
"Yes," he nodded, his eyes following her.
"Nice selection," she said, leaning over from the waist to look at his record collection. Her skirt rode up from the backs of her thighs, the jersey conforming to the rounded contours of her ass cheeks. Her legs angled back to balance her, arching the full cushions toward him, her back curving down and then up to her shoulders as she cupped her kneecaps in her hands, her face raised to look at the titles.
"Yeah ... it is," he nodded, easing his eyes up the lengths of her tensed legs. He moved toward her with a pantherish stride, placing his hands on her full hips, his fingers curling around them caressingly as his thumbs pressed against the tightened globes of her backside, his grip firm.
"Would you like to -- to slide your cock up into my cunt, or my ass?" she asked, her voice a small rustling in the silence. "My mouth? Between my breasts?"
If you'd like," he said, his hands working her skirt up, shifting his hold upon her hips and buttocks, the hem rising like a curtain from the backs of her thighs.
"As long and as much as you wish," she whispered, the skirt sliding up over her ass. The high V of her panties was pulled up almost clear of the silky cheeks, the translucent nylon a soft mauve that narrowed into the raised base of her flanks and molded to the base of her canny. He tossed the skirt up over her back and ran his hands over her bared hips, stroking the warm softness of her flesh before sliding her panties down, peeling them from her offered fanny, the cleavage of which was opened by her posture, her anus shadowly visible. "I could see your prod pressing against your pants, and. ..."
"And?" he repeated, his thumbs pressing between the outsides of her thighs and the rolled nylon.
"I'd like to see it standing out naked and swollen from you ... for me to kiss and suck, to drink from," she said breathlessly, "if you'll let me.*
"What else?" he asked, giving no indication if he would or would not let her. But his hands moved around beneath the lower part of her tunic blouse, the silver chain holding it to her waist, and he slid his palms and fingers over the firm curve of her abdomen and the top of her plummage, feeling the texture of the soft curlings.
"I want to feel you deep inside me. I want to see you biting and sucking my tits, to see your face when you come, to feel your hands ... all over me," she ended with a murmur as his hands slid down into the wide cradle of her hips, pressing between them and the outsides of her sweltering nook
"I want you to exhaust me, to fully satisfy yourself," she said, his hands sliding the organdy blouse up from beneath the silver links of her belt. He slipped the buttons from their eyelets, his inner wrists brushing the centers of her breasts as he moved his hands up beneath the wide bib-collar, which hung down away from her breasts, the opened sides of the blouse dropping from her sides.
Her feet shifted apart, her legs opening. He left the top button closed, and gripped the fragile organdy from over her shoulder, easily shredding it back from her and away from the collar, stripping the blouse from her body. The lavender fabric drifted down atop the polished floor, Tiffany remaining in place: the wide bib-collar seeming to extend from below the studded leather of her collar; the silver chain around her waist; her mauve panties rolled down around the tops of her thighs; the narrow straps of her sandles criss-crossed around her calves, the leather indenting her flesh. She heard him move away from her, and she wondered where he had gone and what he was doing. A clock ticked somewhere in the room.
"Come here," he said, and she straightened, turning to see him sitting back in an upholstered easy chair, his legs stretched out before him. The tips of his fingers touched before his chin, his elbows on the chair arms.
He watched her walk toward him -- her shapely legs sweeping out from below the ring of her panties, the chestnut plume of her muff shifting above the fabric and over the ripe mound of her sex, the silver links encircling the sway of her hips, the lace of the collar concealing her upper breasts, their undersides quivering lushly. She came to a halt between his spread heels.
"Undress me," he told her, and she gracefully lowered to one knee, reaching up with trembling hands to unbuckle his belt, unsnap his slacks, and unbutton his shirt. She felt his eyes upon her as she leaned forward, opening the cloth from his sinuous stomach and from his strong chest.
Her knuckles brushed the warmth of his flesh as she grasped the cloth to slide his shirt up from his pants, letting it fall from his sides to the seat of the chair, baring his torso as she moved her hands down to the tab of his zipper. Her tits rose and fell beneath the fragile covering of the lace, the slender furls of her nostrils flaring. She eased the metal tongue downward, the hard teeth of the zipper opening from the crown of his pubic hair and the thick base of his engorged shaft, the flesh pulled tightly over his bulk. Thin lines of lavender and cerise were visible through the sheath, pale blue veins standing out in relief.
She swallowed, her throat tight, and gripped the waistband of his pants to work the cloth down from his hips, then gripping the tops of his thighs to work the slack downward. She stroked the cloth further along his hips, again lowering her hands to pull the loosened portion down. The base of the zipper moved further along his big trunk, the upper section and his knob thrusting up in relief against the cloth.
The pants slid out from beneath his flanks, and she removed his shoes and socks, then drew his pants from strong legs. His fret rod thrust up into the air, towering above his loins as she leaned forward to touch her lips to the velvet soft bulb. Her cupped hands glided up the firmness of his spread, out-stretched thighs. She touched small, tender kisses to the bulbous head of his tool, to its lips and cleft. Her thumbs curled up ,under the inner tendons of his thighs, her hands stretching up to caress between his hips and the outside of his pubic hair. His sac shifted from the movement of her thumbs, his large balls upon the seat of the couch.
His hands tightened on the chair, arms as she sucked his head into her mouth, her soft tongue flowing over it, a flash of pleasure running through him. She pressed her head down, the circle of. her lips sliding around the thickness of his staff, her tongue lapping at the rise of his dorsal vein. Her hands moved in around the base of his shaft, her fingers curling in his hair as she pulled the insides of her cheeks in around him, his knob rubbing back over the ribbings of her palate.
The back of his head pressed into the plush chair. His face lifted as he savored the exquisite throbbings her mouthings sent rushing through the length of his cock and out into his body, his eyes closing his breathing deepening. Murmuring with pleasure, she bobbed her head upon his prick, sucking up and down his long trunk. Her hands angled it forward so that she could take more and more of him into her voracious mouthings, aligning her throat to take his head and upper shaft into it Her fingers glided down over his balls, caressing the come-swollen eggs.
He inhaled deeply, his shoulders turning against the back of the chair. His calves turned inward to place his feet between her knees, the backs of his calves stroking the backs of her thighs. His mind flashed with pleasure as her mouth slid up and down his burning rod, Pulling tightly upon him, her tongue bathing its underside.
He groaned, his nuts shuddering under her gentle fingers, his spend breaking free. His fingers dug into the chair arms, his legs tightening around her hips and against the backs of her thighs. His hips thrust up toward her, his tool pumping into her mouth, his exams erupting through it to gush into her throat and her mouth. She gulped his thick brew thirstily, her breathing ragged as his thick staff spasmed in her loosening mouth. His groan filled her ears, filling her with joy, and she drank his come happily until his softening member spurted out the last droplets onto her tongue.
She raised her eyes to see him lying limply in the chair, recovering from the climax she had brought him to. She smiled timidly as she eased her mouth from around his sex, giving his head a loving kiss. It was as if she had not only pleased him, but had also pleased Jeb through him.
He opened his eyes, looking down at her, and grasped the old-fashioned key at the front of her leather collar, tugging upward. Tiffany raised her knees from the floor to the edge of the seat, resting between his thighs as he lowered his hand, the damp knob of his prod resting against the meeting of her knees.
He raised the lace bib from the lush teardrops of her breasts, his other hand rising to cup the left one, slowly tightening to squeeze the shell pink ring of her erect nipple toward him, his eyes examining both of her tits. The juncture of her lips pulled back against her teeth, her eyes lidding with pleasure as his long fingers indented the creamy softness of her breast He pulled his hand toward him, and she leaned forward. Her mouth opened as he slid the flat of his tongue over her extended nipple, then moved his lips to her other breast to slowly suck the nipple, the pale rise of her aureola, and thgn the pliant fullness of the tit itself into his mouth.
She inhaled sharply, her hands gripping the top of the chair's back as his hand and mouth tightened around her breasts. His tongue moved over the swollen aching of her tit, lapping at the burning chafe of her nipple. He began to press his hand back against her, moving her body away from his face, his mouth tightly gripping her breast as it began to gradually pull from his supping hold, the edges of his teeth sliding against the satin soft flesh. She closed her eyes tightly, her breath stuttering as her body pulsed with arousal. His closing mouth met the rim of her aureola, which pulled free of his lips and teeth, then dosed around the crater of her nipple, holding it until it snapped loose. A quiver ran through her breast She gasped, her hips arching as an orgasm blossomed through her depths. Her back bowed toward him, her arms straightening as her shoulders rose, her hands clawing at the top of the chair.
His hand slid downward, the bib dropping back over her breasts -- both now flushed, and one damp. He spread his hand across her belly, gently squeezing it within his grasp. His cock stirred, straightening, and she felt it press between her knees. He turned his thumb in the deep socket of her navel, his other hand sliding around her hip to cup one of her uptilted ass cheeks. She looked dawn the length of her willowy body to see him graze the backs of his fingers over her wide abdomen, brushing the top of her plume. His eyes examined the width of her loins and the ripe rise of her chestnut gamed pubes.
He moved his other hand around to her ass, knead-hag the full cushions slowly. His hands held her firmly in place, her knees at the edge of the seat. He slid one hand down to raise one of her legs, and then the other, tearing the fragile nylon of her panties from her, then placing her knees in the outsides of his thighs. Her thighs stretched wide, the chestnut curl-lugs separating, the Bps of her slit opening. He pulled her tongue-pink canny down upon the hard column of his cock, sliding up into her hot depths. The backs of her thighs came down upon the tops of his, and her cloven mound pressed against his pubic hair, his full length imbedded within the quaking of her underbelly.
She turned her face from side to side, his hands rocking and rotating her hips upon the skewer of his prod, which was glutting the raging oven of her snatch, her long clit robbing against the upper base of his trunk She moaned with fervid arousal, swaying from the waist Her hands came loose from the chair's top, and she clutched her breasts tightly, leaning back from the waist. Her knees pressed into the back of the chair, their insides squeezing in against the outsides of his buttocks. She trembled, orgasms flashing through her, her body leaning further back, her belly contoured. His thick length churned in her soaked hive, and he watched her through lidded eyes; his own body swarming with electric flarings of pleasure.
She lost all sense of time, of beginnings or ending to her orgasms. His cock continued to pump within her, his hands to turn and rock her body upon him. He tensed, his shoulders pressing back, his face flushed, and he growled from deep in his chest. His whole body throbbed from the. sizzling burn of his cock, from the soft warmth of her tight sleeting of his length.
She was leaning back out over the floor, only his grip on her hips and the squeeze of her knees keeping her from falling. His, nuts heaved, his spunk breaking free like lava, his tool jerking within her. She screamed, her arms stretching out from her sides, her tits thrust up from her writhing body, her cant roiling around the thrusts of his cock. He tensed, and his juices blasted through the long trunk of his prick, hosing up into the cauldron of her underbelly, ecstasy blanketing his mind, his body bathed in pleasure.
She spread her hands against the floor, the top of her channel and slit pressing against the top of his bucking shaft, her clit held tightly between, stroked in the jerking hold. She cried out again, the crown of her head sliding against the floor, her body slowly sliding off the jetting pole of his sex. Her cult pulsed madly, her taut belly convulsing with raptures. Her shoulders met the floor, her knees pulling along the outsides of his thighs.
He let out a long, low groan as his climax began to receed. Her knees began to lift as her shins pulled down against the edge of the chair seat, his staff drawing free of her sheath, reddened and gleaming with the mix of their juices, his knob moving toward her slit. She writhed upon her shoulders, moving back from the chair, her face mirroring her rapturous release, her body curved upward from knees to the bases of her tits. He moved one hand up to her side as she gasped for breath, the peak of her climax shimmering through her, blinding her to anything else. His knob popped up from under her long clit, his staff wavering for a moment as it jutted free, still stiff. She slid back, her feet touching the floor, sobbing with ecstasy as she floated loose from the immense joy of her extended-climax. He dropped his hands loosely to his sides, spent for the moment.
Her ass struck the floor, and Tiffany pushed her heels against the bottom of the chair, moving herself back until she was spread-eagled before him. Her slit gleamed within the damp curlings of her muff, his coming seeping out from the base of her cleave, sliding down to lubricate the bottom of her anal cleavage. Her face turned to one side as she rested in the afterglow of her culmination. Her eyes closed, her thoughts blurring, and when she reopened them he was erect again, Tiffany not having seen it soften and reharden.
"Go back .to the record shelf, as you were before," he told her, and she groggily raised herself from the floor, her legs shaky.
Her loins throbbing dully, she moved unsteadily to lean toward the records; her now naked ass thrusting back as she leaned forward to clasp her knees, her legs straight as they spread, the valley between her buttocks damp with his spend. The blood pounded in her lowered head, her hands tightening with her anticipation.
His hands encased the rounded cushions of her fanny, his thumbs in their cleavage to draw them apart, baring the pink bud of her anus. She moaned as his thumbs pressed up and down in counterpoint to either side of her pursed aperture. His still damp knob pressed into the bud, his girth opening her as he slid up into the grip of her rectum, Tiffany's sphincter muscles clutching at him, his sac swinging to slap his balls against her throbbing cunny.
Her lips parted, the sensations mounting quickly within her, her body already atoned, and she realized that she had incited him past passion to a blind lust. His cock swung in and out, faster and harder, his hands gripping her hips to him, and he churned within her. Tiffany's bowels quaked with swellings of volcanic heat, her cunt spanning. Her lips pulled from her teeth. as she gasped, her face lifting, her shoulders bunched as her hands clutched her knees.
He pressed his hands down her sides and under her to rip the lace bib away. His hands then dosed around her tits, his hips thrusting against her fanny. She grabbed the shelf before her, vertigo throwing her balance off as she was caught up in his carnal frenzy, his cock striking deep, his body overpowering her. She spoke, but neither could understand the slurred murmurings and cries. His tool was held in the tightness between her ass cheeks, churning in the broiling seizures filling her depths. Cunt and ass joined in the convulsive blasts of heat, her tits twisting against his hands:
He spun them around to the side, and her hips were against the back of his leather upholstered couch, her body dropping forward, her ass thrust back from the top of the couch's back. His cock turned and bobbed within her tightness, which pulled the sheath of his flesh up and down and around the electrified meat of his prod. The tips of her toes skidded over the floor as her legs scissored back, her tits now against the back of the couch as he held her hips. His mind was spinning in a whirlpool of ecstasy, his balls again giving up their hold of his come. She writhed against him, coming with him as his gizzum filled her bowels, her body possessed by her climax. Both of them cried out silently, out of breath, their bodies draped over the back of the couch, limp with joyous fatigue, and ...
... she blinked her eyes open, her slit damp with her spendings. Tiffany slowly oriented herself, realizing that she was in bed, that Jeb was asleep beside her where he had rolled off after coming within her after a few brief strokes without foreplay of any kind.
Tiffany many felt guilty about her dream, wishing she could speak to Jeb about her frustrations resulting from his quick, business-like approach. But it was impossible to even conceive of talking with him about the desires that had developed since her marriage since his reaction to her even bringing up the subject of sex was coldly incriminating. Jeb eyed her as if she were disgusting him. Nor was there anyone else for her to speak with, for Tiffany was new to the city as well as to the apartment complex, and knew no one except by sight, as with the man she bad dreamed about. She had dreamed of him before, even reading his name from his mail slot: Guy. She frowned, pushing the thought aside, still embarrassed by the action.
With a sigh, she rolled over, her back to Jeb, and considered the fact that, even in her dreams, he did not make love to her. The fantasy of being sent to Guy, of being ordered to exhibit herself at the window for him, had begun to have more and more appeal for her. She felt nervous about her desires, but less and less guilty about the desires themselves. Rather, it was the feeling of being unfaithful to Jeb that troubled her during the long, eventless days, and the dull, loveless evenings. Her waking hours were a repetitious continuum she seemed doomed to be imprisoned within. She had been inexperienced when she married, a virgin, which helped, in a way, with accepting her situation, since her circumstances, background, and shyness limited her means of comparison.
Suddenly, she smiled, shaking free of her thoughts as she remembered ,that Jeb's sister would be flying in on a morning flight to stay with them briefly. Jeb and his sister, Lisa, hardly knew one another any better than Tiffany_ knew her, for their parents separated just after her birth. Jeb went with his father, he and Lisa grew up separately. Tiffany fell asleep, smiling with the prospect of at least having someone to talk with after so long.
THE SUBJUGANT
Lisa Conroe, Jeb's sister, was a tall woman, graceful in her movements and almost regal in her bearing, regardless of what she was doing or what posture she was in. Her jet black hair was worn in a bobbed shag-cut parted to one side, a smooth wave curving across her high forehead's smooth plane. Slightly wide shoulders supported the large cones of her breasts which thrust her silk blouse outward, the indentations of long nipples clear against the pearly sheen of the fabric. Her skirt draped over the full globes of her ass that widened with her hips, shapely legs visible beneath the jade-green jersey.
Lisa and Jeb talked briefly on the way in from the airport, comments and questions about their parents being the only readily accessible topic they had.
Tiffany took an instant liking to the woman. Rather than intimidating her, Lisa's size and bearing made her react as if to an older sister, the woman's dark blue eyes smiling warmly. Having to go on to work, Jeb carried Lisa's luggage into the house, made his excuses, and left his wife and his sister to get acquainted.
"Well, guess I should get unpacking out of the way," Lisa said after a moment's silence, and reached to lift her suitcases.
"Yes, of course; Tiffany said, stepping forward. "Let me get these," she said, reaching for a makeup bag and a suitcase. Their heads almost collided, their hands meeting on the bag's handle. "Uh ..." Tiffany faltered, flustered.
"Yon win," Lisa smiled, apparently not noticing her nervousness, which helped Tiffany to relax as they straightened to carry the luggage into the guest bed-room. "Nice room," Lisa nodded, putting the bags on the double bed, and Tiffany relaxed a bit more.
"I think you'll have enough space," Tiffany said, opening the closet and motioning to the chest of drawers as her sister-in-law began to unpack.
"Oh, I'm sure," Lisa nodded, glancing back, her dark hair draping around her face, her dark blue eyes al-most seeming black when shadowed. "Despite having three bags, I really don't have all that much with me," she smiled, carrying an armload of clothing on hangers to the closet.
"Here, let me help," Tiffany offered, and Lisa turned to face her, shifting the clothes to her arms, their hands and forearms brushing as Lisa hung them up one by one. "Oh!" Tiffany blurted as Lisa dropped a dress, only a few more hangers in Tiffany's arms.
"No harm," Lisa assured her, crouching down to lift the low-cut gown of lavender chiffon, her skirt drawing up over her thighs.
"That's lovely," Tiffany said admiringly as Lisa stood. "All of these are," she laughed with a shake of her head, the soft waves of her chestnut hair bobbing with gold highlights.
"It's yours," Lisa smiled, holding the dress out to her as she slipped the other clothes from Tiffany's arm with her other hand. The back of her wrist brushed against the base of one of Tiffany's full breasts in pang,
"Oh, I couldn't," Tiffany stammered, not knowing what to say.
"Don't be silly," Lisa said, hanging the rest of her clothes up. "There's probably an old tradition for a houseguest to give a present upon arrival. Try it on," she smiled.
"I ..." Tiffany murmured, tempted but uncertain as to what Jeb's reaction would be, and feeling suddenly self-conscious at the idea. of removing her own dress before the statuesque Lisa.
'"Well, try it on later," Lisa shrugged, turning back toward the bed and the rest of her things. "Me, I know I feel like getting out of these clothes after being in them so long," she said, one hand lifting to the buttons of her silk blouse while the other flipped through clothing in her second bag.
"I -- I want to see what it looks like," Tiffany said with a light laugh, the fact that she would not be alone in disrobing easing her discomfort She hung the gown up so that she could reach back to unzip her own dress.
"Didn't Jeb say you've got a pool?" Lisa asked, slipping her blouse from the waistband of her skirt.
"Yes, it came with the apartment building," Tiffany smiled, slipping her print dress from her shoulders, "and there are sundedc areas on the roof."
"Terrific," Lisa said with enthusiasm, dropping her blouse atop the bed. Tiffany paused in slipping her dress from her hips as she saw Lisa's breasts in profile, unrestrained by bra or slip. They were wide-based cones, the pectoral muscle providing supple slopes down into the outward thrusts of the firm breasts. Her chest was lightly indented down the center to where it met the cleavage of tits. She had a rich olive complexion which, except for her breasts, was darkened into a dusky bronze by tanning, her fits having been shielded from the sun by a small bikini top. The tips of her breasts were capped by pale pinkish-tan aureolas that lifted out slightly to then curve inward and back out to meet her near half-inch thick nipples, which were a paler pinkish-tan and which stabbed out half an inch as well. Lisa brushed a strand of hair from her wide, defined cheekbone and the upcurved corner of her sensual mouth.
Flushing with embarrassment over having stared, Tiffany swallowed hard, ducking her head to finish lowering her dress so that she could step out of it She was left in a short, peach colored slip of nylon with white, ecru lace trimming, her nylons, and her heels. She lifted the gown, eager to try it on, and Lisa smiled across the bedroom at her, opening her skirt.
"I don't think your slip'll go with that neckline," Lisa nodded toward the dress, and Tiffany took note of the plunging front.
"Yeah," Tiffany nodded with a smile, and put the dress aside so that she could lean forward to grasp the hem of her slip, straightening to draw it upward, the slender shoulder straps curling down around her upper arms. The slip rose up her long, shapely legs, revealing the tops of her stockings, the furled ribbon straps of her frosted-pink garter belt against her creamy thighs, the delicate gap beneath her ivory panties, her full mound curving the nylon out within the full cradle of her hips, then her narrow waist and firmly curving stomach, and the bases of her bra cups as the slip concealed her face and shoulders for a moment She drew the garment along her arms, and the first thing she saw was Lisa's skirt floating down around her legs to fall over her feet, circling her legs.
"This should do for now," Lisa said, taking a soft, cotton top from the suitcase. The rich globes of her ass stretched the tiny, embroidered panties she wore, her stomach highly sinuous, contoured from swimming, her waist curving in above her firm hips. She slipped into the sleeveless top as Tiffany draped her slip over the back of an upholstered, butterfly-backed chair. The top falling to the comma of her navel, she buttoned the bottom button as she looked toward Tiffany, who was holding the gown up before herself to see just how low the neckline went.
"It isn't exactly cut for modesty," Lisa grinned, the feline curve of her upper lip drawing up to reveal even, pearly teeth.
"No. No, it isn't," Tiffany nodded, glancing up for a moment, seeing the narrow V of Lisa's muff shadowing the crotch of her diminutive panties. Putting the dress atop the slip, she reached behind her to unfasten her bra, her slender shoulders curving forward, her breasts, revealing the near invisible, gentle rises of her aureoles and the shell pink rings of her nipples. Her fingers fumbled for a moment with the hooks, and they came free. Her hands came back around to fully remove the bra from the delicate tear-drops of her breasts.
Her eyes avoided Lisa, and she moved a bit too quickly as she reached out for the dress, now wearing only panties, garter belt, stockings, heels, and filigree gold earrings. Lisa smiled understandingly at her shyness and looked back to he suitcase, taking the remaining clothes out to put them in the chest-of-drawers.
Tiffany stepped into the gown, sliding it up around her hips, and slipped her arms into the billowy, transparent sleeves. The chiffon was soft against her flesh, gathered at the waist to flow down around her thighs. The front angled down from just inside her shoulders in a narrowing V that reached its peak half-way between her breasts and her navel, exposing the inner curves of her breasts almost to the rims of her aureoles, and the light indentation of her stomach's center that rose up between the centers of her tits.
"Oh, it's beautiful," Tiffany bubbled, stepping forward to turn, the skirt floating lightly around her legs. "I've no idea where I'd wear it, but ..." and she looked toward Lisa, smiling brightly.
Leaning forward over the drawers, the pastel top draping forward from the fastened bottom button to reveal one delicious breast, Lisa looked toward Tiffany and straightened with an appreciative smile.
"Lovely," Lisa nodded. "Here, let me get the back for you," she offered. Tiffany turned as she stepped forward, and Lisa's fingers brushed softly over the graceful flow of Tiffany's back, hooking the gown at the base of her neck, the dress cut in a wide oval to the small of her back.
"Thanks," Tiffany said. "I feel like I ought to be going to a cocktail party or something," she grinned.
"Yes, one more touch," Lisa said, and opened her makeup bag to take out a dark purple, pillbox hat which she slipped on Tiffany's head, sliding the wide-meshed veil down over her upper ears and half-way down her nose, masking her upper face behind the thin-stranded, diamond-patterned veil. "Perfect," Lisa said with certainty, stepping back to appraise the total effect.
"Amazing," Tiffany whispered, standing before a full length mirror attached to the inside of the bathroom door, seeing a stunning, fashionable young woman staring back at her. "Oh, thanks, Lisa," she said, turning to hug her sister-in-law.
"My pleasure," Lisa smiled, hugging her back, the chiffon caressing her bare legs and lower stomach.
"Say, you must be starved," Tiffany said, stepping back.
"Now that you mention it ... yeah," Lisa replied.
"I'll whip up something," Tiffany promised, and started for the door.
"Fine. I think I'll take a quick shower while you're doing that."
"Towels are on the rack," Tiffany smiled, and went into the living room to cross to the kitchenette.
Lisa freed the button of her top as she went into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door. Reaching into the combination shower and tub, she turned on the water and slipped off her cotton top.
Tiffany looked through the icebox and took out a container of roast beef, mayonnaise, tomatoes, and pickles. Taking a butcher knife out to slice the meat with, she paused, looking down at the dress. She did not want to remove it yet, but was afraid of getting something on it. Putting the knife down, she reached back and freed the hook, then removed the dress and carefully draped it over the back of a counter chair before cutting the meat.
She smiled, looking down at herself from heels to narrow garter belt, from panties to her bare breasts, able to see herself standing there with her veiled hat and earrings, making sandwiches. She laughed softly to herself, and placed the meat on homemade bread she had cut. Wondering what Lisa preferred on her sandwich, she moved back across the sunlit living room only to come to a halt at the doorway.
Showering, Lisa was reflected in the mirrored bathroom door. The water splashed over her upraised face, her eyes closed beneath the curved arches that angled down to the corners of her eyes, her full cheekbones curving out and down, defined above her strong jaw that tapered in and down to the outsides of her firm chin.
Tiffany stood silently, staring through the veil, not wanting to approach her ,sister-in-law as she bathed, but unable to turn away. The water flowed over Lisa's slightly wide shoulders, the shallows between their points and the outsides of her defined collar-bones deepened as she shifted her shoulders, droplets of water spilling from her thick nipples,. and the convex bulbs of her aureolas.
Tiffany shifted one hand in the air as if attempting to speak, but the clatter of the shower seemed deafening in her ears. The water streamed down Lisa's pliant belly and her flat abdomen to soak the narrow triangle of her dark pubic hair, until it clung sleekly to the hillock of her cunny that seemed an extension of her narrowing belly and abdomen as they lifted with the tightening of her muscles, the soft curlings smoothing into the shallow of her closed slit.
Tiffany's breathing had deepened, and she rubbed her raised hand over her bare belly, her eyes blinking at the contact, and she looked down at herself, remembering her own near nudity. Lisa turned, and Tiffany's eyes followed the outline of a brief bikini bottom as the untanned area narrowed at her full hip, widening again to cover the rich, out-thrusting ass cheeks, the top of their cleavage tanned, the small of her firm back dimpled.
Tiffany shook her head to clear it, and she turned back toward the living room, irritated by her awkward timidity. The sound of the shower ceased, and she paused half way to the kitchenette, knowing that Lisa was drying herself, and that she still had to ask what the woman wanted on her sandwich.
"Ah, that feels a lot better," Lisa said from behind her, and Tiffany started, turning wide-eyed with surprise to see Lisa toweling the back of her neck. Her hair gleamed with a fine mist, beads of water sparkling upon her naked body and atop the gleaming pelt of her drenched muff. "My, but what would brother Jeb say if he came home to find you preparing supper in that outfit," Lisa pondered, restraining a grin as she moved the towel over the firm weights of her fits till they glowed pinkly, her nipples extending three quarters of an inch from the agitation.
Tiffany blushed, looking down at herself, thinking: he'd probably be outraged or disappointed. She frowned, feeling guilty over her thoughts, but forced her eyes upward. She smiled when she saw Lisa's grin, the towel around her neck, her hands casually clasping both ends between her breasts, her weight on one leg.
"I was going to ask you what you wanted on your sandwich -- roast beef," Tiffany said, forgetting her guilty reaction, and her garb.
"Everything," Lisa said enthusiastically. "You want to eat up on the sundeck?" she asked as they went into the kitchen area. "I haven't seen the sun in months, it seems."
"Really?" Tiffany asked, looking at the contrast of Lisa's tanned and untanned areas, her nipples and her muff emphasized against the paler flesh.
"Oh, you ought to see me when I've got a real tan," Lisa grinned, looking down at her breasts and loins. "Besides, I want to get started on the shape of my new suit."
The lunch prepared and packed, Tiffany went into her and Jeb's. room to remove her small amount of clothing, taking a two-piece swimming suit out to put on. As she stepped into the bottoms, she looked up to see Lisa in the doorway, wearing a thin terry cloth robe that reached almost to her ankles. Her one leg raised, Tiffany was suddenly aware that her cunny was pressed forward and up, her slit on the verge of opening. She looked down quickly, pulling the bottoms up over one ankle and then the other, drawing them up her legs and around her hips, the bottoms reaching up to the base of her stomach. Slipping her tempting breasts into the cups of her top, she wondered why she kept reacting so foolishly about her and Lisa's bodies. Shrugging it off, she picked up a beach jacket, and they made their way to the roof. Spreading their lunch out, they sat down on the enclosed sundeck, outside but secluded.
Lisa opened her robe, sliding it from her shoulders, and Tiffany blinked at its briefness, even though she had seen the woman fully naked only minutes earlier.
"That -- that's the first real string I've seen -- in person," Tiffany said, her eyes moving from the brief triangles that just covered Lisa's tits to the equally brief front piece of the bottom. Thin strings ran from the peaks of the breast pieces to tie at the nape of her neck, another string running through their bases and around to tie at the center of her back. Tiffany realized that the bottom panel reached just high enough to conceal her sister-in-law's muff. The hip strings rose up to fasten high on her hips, following the angles of the triangle that left the softer areas between the tops of her hirer thighs and her furry mound bared.
"Yeah, isn't it great," Lisa smiled, letting the robe drop from her arms. "I've only had one chance to wear it out in public, and the reactions were terrific," she said, lifting her sandwich to her mouth.
"I imagine so," Tiffany nodded, amazed that anyone could go out in public dressed in the bikini without being overwhelmed by self-consciousness.
Finishing the food, they moved the remains aside, shaking crumbs from the blanket. Tiffany removed her beach jacket, feeling overdressed in her modest two-piece as Lisa took sunglasses and a tube of lotion from the pockets of her robe.
"Say, if you think this is exhibitionistic," Lisa smiled, raising up from her knees, "let me show you the benefits of the 'sliding bra.'" She raised her hands with flair, as if about to perform a magic trick, and grasped the outside base of each triangle between thumbs and forefingers.
Tiffany watched with girlish amazement as the cloth slid along the base string toward the centers of Lisa's breasts, baring the outsides of the lush cones past the rise of her pale aureolas. With another twirl of her hands, Lisa moved the insides of the triangles outward until the inner rims of her raised caps showed, the gathered cloth now curving from the upper points to conceal only their vertical centers. Lisa grinned broadly at Tiffany's reaction.
"Going to make for an interesting tan, don't you think?" Lisa laughed.
"Do the bottoms ... slide too?" Tiffany asked, sitting cross-legged.
"Now that you mentioned it ..." Lisa smiled, "I did a bit of alteration work, and ..." She slid the outer corners of the front panel inward around the sting, baring the outsides of her abdomen until she reached the edges of her muff. "Great minds thinking alike, huh?" she smiled, and turned on her knees, straightening from them as she reached back to slide the rear triangle inward until it covered only the cleavage of her opulent ass cheeks. The bottoms of the bikini were now a string holding up a slender sling that ran from the top of her pubic thatch to just under the top of her nether valley.
Tiffany stared, dumbfounded, and at a loss for even a reaction.
"You know," Lisa said, sitting back down atop her calves, "thinking of that, you ought to be able to think of something to do with your suit"
"Mine?" Tiffany asked, looking down at it, a light smile forming. "I'm afraid it's doomed to respectability," she said.
"No,. a little thought, and ..." Lisa mused, tilting her head to one side and then the other, the sun warm on their flesh. "I know," she nodded with certainty, and shifted forward on the blanket, reaching out to untie the slender shoulder straps that fastened just above Tiffany's collarbones.
Tiffany blinked with surprise, her hands instinctively starting to lift, but she caught herself, and looked down to the sides as the straps dropped from the gentle rises of her collarbones, hanging down over the slightly stiff fabric of the cups. She looked up at Lisa, and the woman gathered the straps in each band till her knuckles brushed the tops of Tiffany's soft tits. Tiffany's face colored as the knuckles gently indented her breasts, Lisa's fingers pushing down inside the cups to press the straps inside. The woman's fingertips touched the subtle rise of one aureola and the cupped nipple of her other tit. Tiffany swallowed hard, the sun vetoing unreasonably warm.
Humming happily to herself, Lisa eased her fingers out from between the cloth and the silken flesh in order to roll the edges of the cups downward and in on themselves, lowering the design. The tops of her fingernails buffed against Tiffany's breasts, her thumbs pressing against them through the cloth until the cups reached just to the tops of Tiffany's pale pink aureolas. Lisa considered the exposure of the lush slopes with approval, and rolled the bottom edge of the top under until she reached the firm undersides of Tiffany's breasts. In a few moments, she had the back strap rolled to a half inch in width and took a small, jeweled pin from her robe to clasp the center of what was now a bandeau top, drawing the cloth down to a narrow width between Tiffany's breasts.
"Very nice," she nodded with a smile, Tiffany looking down with wonder, the weights of her breasts pushed upward, expanding the slopes above the band of cloth which now gripped her tits tightly, almost too tightly.
"You should be designing clothes," Tiffany said with an admiring shake of her head.
"I agree," Lisa laughed. "Now the bottoms," she said, looking at them.
"Oh, I ..." Tiffany began hesitantly, feeling uncomfortable at the prospect of Lisa repeating the process with the lower half of her suit.
"Yes, it might be more difficult," Lisa nodded, "but ..." and she cupped her sister-in-law's hips in her hands to slide the elasticized waistband down over the padded nudges of Tiffany's hipbones and over her abdomen.
Feeling dizzy from the heat, Tiffany looked down at the top of Lisa's head as the woman leaned forward, and then down her shapely back to the tops of her bared ass cheeks, the cloth pulling tighter between them as she shifted forward.
"Um, you're going to have to lift up on your knees," Lisa said, and Tiffany found herself doing so, swaying lightly from side to side as Lisa's hands curved to the tops of her thighs, pressing the cloth up to meet and twist with the waistband until her hips were covered only with narrow strips, her abdomen bared. She dampened her dry lips with her tongue, her high upper lids lowering over her golden eyes, the pupils dialated.
Lisa moved around to her side, and Tiffany felt her hands moving against the uptilted globes of her ass, working the cloth inward to the deep cleavage, and up to the tops of the full pillowings. A T of cloth only slightly wider than Lisa's accented rather than concealed her backside. Her arms slack at her sides, Tiffany felt unable to move, the cloth tightening between her buttocks, pulling against the base of her slit, gripping her hips, exposing her body and binding her at the same time. If Lisa had tied her wrists together behind her back, Tiffany would not have been surprised, that seeming the natural next step.
"Much better for tanning," Lisa nodded without noticing Tiffany's lack of expression, and she turned back toward her robe, sliding over to lift the tube of lotion. Squeezing some into one palm, she rubbed the pale fluid between the narrow bands of her top, her breasts quivering as she stroked the lotion into them, one popping out to the side from under the cloth. "Oops," she smiled with mock alarm, and pressed her tit back, covering the nipple before continuing with the application of the lotion over the front of her body. "Say, could you get my. back for me, Tiffany?" she asked, looking up, confused for a moment to see the woman still kneeling with her thighs angled back over her calves, but Tiffany's nod and rapid response erased her reaction.
Lisa turned around, and Tiffany squeezed the cool lotion into her hand, rubbing her palms together before she began to massage it into Lisa's supple back.
"Um, you ought to be a masseuse," Lisa said, her head lowering as Tiffany's hands stroked over every inch of her back. She leaned forward, her legs sliding out and back so that she could stretch out on her stomach.
Taking a second helping of lotion, Tiffany bent forward, her hands kneading the small of Lisa's back down to the waist-string of her bottoms. Then they spread out over the pliant firmness of the buttocks that thrust up from Lisa's body, moving no quicker nor any slower, rubbing the lotion into the paler flesh of the smooth cheeks that widened toward their bases with Lisa's hips. Lisa made an almost inaudible sound as her breath caught for a moment with surprise, Tiffany's blushes and other signs of shyness not having led her to suspect that she would include her back-side in the massaging lotioning.
Tiffany turned from the waist as she slid her hands to the bases of Lisa's fanny, the wave of hair that curved down over one side of her forehead dropping before one eye, the sun gleaming in the soft waves of her chestnut hair, the down at the nape of her neck like a pale halo. Her slender shoulders shifted as her long, graceful hands stroked Lisa's upper thighs, her fingers sliding down along their insides, brushing against the narrow band of cloth covering the woman's cunny.
Lisa swallowed with difficulty, her nostrils widening, a patina of perspiration gleaming on her fore-head, as Tiffany's fingers pressed up and down the tops of her inner thighs. She was conscious of the sound of her own breathing. Her lips parted, quivering with her breathing, which eased as Tiffany's hands moved farther down her legs. She slid her pink tongue over her lips.
Tiffany's hands moved along the lengths of Lisa's shapely legs, the altered top of her two-piece indenting her breasts as she leaned precariously forward off her knees. The rolled bottoms of the suit pulled between her soft ass cheeks as they were thrust back and up, her long legs tensed to keep her balanced. Lisa sucked her full lips in between her teeth as Tiffany's hands cupped her feet, rubbing the lotion into her soles. Then Tiffany was raising up from her, her directions fulfilled. Lisa lay silently on her stomach for a minute, gathering her composure, her cheek resting against the blanket, her eyes facing away from Tiffany.
Lisa turned herself over onto her back, the side-ways. movement pulling her breasts against the blanket, and the narrowed triangles away from her nipples. She stared up at Tiffany, realizing that she had returned to her original position, kneeling there as if awaiting further directions, or permission to relax. Lisa's thoughts were blurred, and she Continued to stare up into Tiffany's almond-shaped eyes, into the liquid darkness of the gold collared pupils, her breathing deepening, her bared breasts rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. Her lips parted as if to form words, but she did not know what those words were. Tiffany's eyes were open, submissive obedience showing in them, and Lisa felt as if the woman would obey any order she might give her. Her flesh tingled with heat, but not the sun's; her heart pounded, but not from simple arousal.
Tiffany's knees were growing sore, as were the arches of her feet, her toes forward against the blanket A bead of perspiration expanded upon her forehead and began to trail slowly downward toward the high, pronounced arch above one eye, the slender curve of her eyebrow turning the moisture outward and down. The loose wave of hair half-concealed one eye, the ends of the hairs resting against the base of her rimmed lower eyelid. A dragonfly buzzed through the still air.
Lisa became more aware of the trace of sultriness that Tiffany had about her, the delicate vulnerability having obscured it before. Perspiration rose under the film of suntan lotion, and the sun gleamed along Lisa's statuesque body, only the centers of her breasts unprotected. The perspiration beaded upon her oiled flesh.
"It -- it's silly worrying about ... suits ... here where we're ... all alone and ... hidden," Lisa said, her voice barely a whisper as the words came, their meaning coming to her only as she heard them. "Why don't ..." she began to suggest. "Take -- take off my suit, and finish -- finish ... the lotion," she blurted, the words quickening for a moment. She inhaled sharply, unsure now as to how Tiffany would respond to being directed rather than asked.
Remaining silent, Tiffany leaned forward, and her long fingers drew the bowed strings open from Lisa's full hips, her eyes on what she was doing. Lisa's eyes shifted from Tiffany's hands to her profiled face. Tiffany gently grasped the gathered panel of the bottoms and lifted the cloth up from the dark curlings of Lisa's pelt and down from her slit, the sun glinting in the dampness along the furrow of her lush mound. Tiffany pulled her hand down from Lisa's loins, and the fabric slid out from between her nether cheeks.
Tiffany laid the bottoms aside carefully, and then leaned down over Lisa's torso, her hand reaching under the woman's back, her hair falling away from her forehead to sweep over one of Lisa's long, thick nipples. Lisa's hands dosed, clutching the blanket. Tiffany's fingers untied the bow behind her, her face close to Lisa's, her breath rustling just under her collarbone as she slid her hand out to reach around to" the nape of Lisa's neck. The second bow opened, and Tiffany caught the bases of the top's narrowed triangles, lifting it from Lisa's now naked body.
Lisa's fingers remained clenched around the bunched blanket, her jaws tightened, her breathing quickened. She rubbed her heels against the hardness of the roof under the cloth. Her throat constricted as she watched Tiffany pick up the tube to squeeze more lotion into her hands, her features devoid of any emotion, her breathing steady. Tiffany's hands extended toward her, her palms gleaming palely, lowering toward Lisa's lush breasts, cupping down toward the burning of her erect nipples and her swollen aureolas. Lisa bit at the insides of her cheeks, her shoulders pulling inward as she trembled, tensing with expectation.
"W -- wait!" Lisa gasped, and Tiffany's hands stopped a fraction of an inch short of contact with the tips of her nipples. Lisa's breathing was ragged, and she swallowed hard, closing her eyes for a moment as if in preparation. Tiffany remained leaning forward, her arms extended without movement, only her eyes showing the strain.
"I -- " Lisa bed breaking off to open her eyes. "You too -- your suit off," she said, her words coming with her exhalations. "I want ..." she began, and suddenly reached up, her frustration over her difficulty in speaking causing her to clutch the center of Tiffany's top, closing around the pin and cloth to yank downward. The cloth jerked over the gentle rises of Tiffany's aureolas, clipped the ring-like nipples, and the delicious teardrops of her breasts were bared.
Though more even, Lisa's breathing was deeper, and her conical breasts thrust upward as she filled her lungs. The pegs of her nipples stabbed against the centers of Tiffany's palms, the thick cream coating the pale pink, searing heat blazing from the contact to send a shiver down her back, her already swollen breasts tremoring. Her fist tightened around the cloth of the top, the edges of the pin digging into her hand. Gradually, she regained command of her senses as the brief, but intense orgasm receded.
Tiffany remained still, waiting. Lisa looked at her sister-in-law shell-pink nipples, and her eyes drifted over the vulnerable delicacy of Tiffany's breasts. Her hand relaxed, opening from the cloth, and her knuckles slid down along the tightened curve of Tiffany's belly, following the light indentation till they rested against the raised furl of her navel. She paused for a moment, and pressed her hand quickly down against the. cloth, against the mound of Tiffany's cunny, her thighs warm against the inside of her wrist.
Tiffany said nothing, remaining still, but her eyes gleamed. Lisa's nipples rose and fell against her palms, and her hands began to tremble, from either arousal or the exertion of holding them out. Lisa's lips parted, her eyelids lowering over her wide, slightly upturned eyes, her buttocks flexing against the blanket's texture.
"Your breasts," Lisa said with a rush of air, "put the lotion on your breasts -- first."
Without hesitation, Tiffany obeyed, lifting her hands from over Lisa's firm cones to spread them over her own breasts, cupping them in her lotioned palms and long fingers. Lisa watched with rapt attention as her sister-in-law indented the softness of her ripe breasts, shifting the alabaster teardrops against her that as she worked the suntan oil into them, the insides of her palms rubbing it into her nipples. The slender furls of Lisa's nostrils flared out from the flat tipped jut of her nose's base, the feline curve of her upper lip gleaming with a patina of perspiration. Her tits fully oiled, Tiffany continued to massage them, awaiting instructions to stop, or to do something else, her high eyelids lowering over her dilated, golden eyes.
"Your suit take it off, the bottoms and top," Lisa blurted, Tiffany's breasts pink from the fondling of her hands.
Tiffany lowered her hands from her erect nipples which, like her aureolas, were a brighter pink now, the lotion pale in the cupped nubs. She reached behind her to unsnap the top of her two-piece, her slender shoulders curving forward, and she removed the rolled strip of cloth. Pressing her thumbs between the narrowed waistband and her flaring hips, she curved her body forward from the waist as she pushed the bottoms over her full, uptilted ass cheeks, below her wispy plume and the full mound of her cunt, and down her long, shapely thighs. Then she lifted one knee at a time to slip the garment around her calves, turning from the waist to reach back and slip it from her ankles. Lisa watched the movement accent the soft curve of her firm belly, the delicate richness of Tiffany's breasts in three-quarter view for a moment.
"Put the lotion all over," Lisa said quickly, her voice a husky whisper, and Tiffany started to press her hands to her own shoulders. "Not" Lisa snapped. "No, over my breasts, my cunt," she corrected, her voice softer. "Pour it over me, then put it on your titties -- your puss from mine," she said quickly, excited with carnal anticipation.
Tiffany lowered her hands to uncap the tube of suntan lotion and held it out over Lisa's breasts, tilting it. Both watched as the lotion slowly flowed out to slip from the rim, splattering in globules upon the swollen cones of Lisa's breasts, over the pale pinkish-tan rises of her aureolas, and over the half-an-inch thick pegs elongated to three-quarters of an inch, the tips already pale with the creamy lotion. Lisa murmured as the cool fluid spilled over her tits, gradually flowing down from the peaks of her nipples toward the supple upper slopes, the outsides of the wide-based weights of pliant firmness, and down toward their bases. Tiffany's hand moved over her body, and the lotion spilled molasses like over her lushly sinuous belly into the comma of her navel, into the soft shallows at the insides of her rounded hips, over her pronounced mound with its wispy plume, and over her full, tapering thighs.
Lisa murmured as Tiffany held the tube at an angle to let the remaining lotion gather, and she again opened her eyes to see her pour the remaining liquid along her curvaceous calves. Her lips parted from over her even, pearly teeth, her breathing a barely audible rasping as she watched Tiffany put the empty tube aside so that she could lean over Lisa to place one hand against the blanket at her opposite side. Tiffany raised herself as if doing a push-up, her legs spreading so that she could rest her toes to either side of Lisa's tremorous legs. Tiffany poised there for a moment, her body angled up from above Lisa as she supported herself on her straightened arms. They stared into one other's passion lidded eyes.
Tiffany eased herself down, and their hips touched, Lisa catching her breath, and then the tips of Tiffany's nipples slid against the thrusts of Lisa's breasts. The tops of their thighs came together. The teardrops of Tiffany's breasts pressed against Lisa's breasts, spreading so that she could rest her toes to either side their softness. Their bellies met, soft curve against contoured sinuousness, their flesh warm through the coating of the lotion.
Wispy curlings of chestnut met jet curlings, plume and narrow V covering one another, their nooks pressing together. Tiffany's weight forced their slits open so that they damply kissed. Lisa's full-globed ass pressing out from under her. Tiffany's calves drew in against the outsides of Lisa's as Tiffany curved her hands to the rounded points of Lisa's shoulders, her thumbs kneading the shallows between them and the outsides of her defined collarbones. Her fingertips rubbed the light nudges of Lisa's collarbones at the peaks of her shoulders.
Tiffany was stretched out atop her sister-in-law, both naked beneath the warm sun with only the sun-tan lotion between their beautiful bodies. The lotion acted as a lubricant, each shifting movement made by either of them causing their feverish flesh to slide. Lisa swallowed hard, Tiffany's soft breasts slipping down over hers, the erect nipples drawing downward like fingertips. She.: pocked upon her shoulders, murmuring with pleasure, and caused her breasts to suddenly press to one side against Tiffany's, her long, thick nipples dragging across the full teardrops of Tiffany's tits. Tiffany's hands tightened on her shoulders, keeping her body from gliding off Lisa's. Their hips turned from side to side, Tiffany's cunt sliding back and forth across Lisa's, the lotion saturating auburn and ebony hair to slick it down against their cloven mounds, their vaginal lips teasingly rubbing in passing.
Lisa ked up through blurred eyes to see that Tiffany's eyes were closed, the slight rims of her lower lids and her high upper lids juncture marked by her dark lashes, the pronounced arches accented by the shifting of the lids beneath them. Tiffany held her shoulders firmly and pulled herself up higher on Lisa's body, her breasts bobbing above Lisa's with a delicious quiver. Their undulating bellies flowed against one another as Tiffany's open slit pulled up till its center was at the top of Lisa's. Sunlight gleamed from the bases of their oiled mounds, Tiffany's chestnut plummage and Lisa's narrow V of ebony -- both like pelts, their wet furrows shimmering within their muffs, tongue pink rotating against carnation pink.
Lisa's head pushed back, the smooth curve of hair falling from her forehead, her lips opening. Her palms pressing against Lisa's shoulders, Tiffany pressed to her right and down, then back up to her left, gradually settling into a clockwise rotation atop Lisa's tremoring body, pivoting off the top of Lisa's slit. The woman's cart burned at the constant movement that filtered through the delicate furls of her hood. Lisa inhaled, her breath fluttering as Tiffany's breasts and hers centered again. Their nipples gouged into one another's aureolas as the lush weights started to push out to one side together, then to the other, fluctuating on the verge of free of one another. Lisa's long pegs flicked against Tiffany's nubs and curved down beneath Tiffany's weight to suddenly snap back up as the pressure shifted. She groaned, her head lolling to the side, and her mouth widened, accenting her full cheekbones. The smooth plane of her high forehead tightened.
Around and around, Tiffany's full hips moved upon Lisa's firmly rounded hips. Lisa's belly was lifted with tension as was her abdomen, one seeming to flow into the other, tapering down to the pronounced ripeness of her canny. The pulsings of lava like heat moved upward from her nook into her abdomen, rising through her belly, expanding as the width of cunt into abdomen, abdomen into belly, belly into full upper-torso expanded. She pressed her pearly teeth into the fullness of her lower lip, her clit palpatating with excitement.
Their perspiration from the press of their bodies beneath the sun mixed with the suntan lotion, and Tiffany began to lose control of her movements. Her mound suddenly swept over against the shallow inside Lisa's hip, her slit stretching out atop the warm sleekness, the padded nudge of her wide hips' point pressed against Lisa's nook, firmly rubbing down atop her clit. Lisa trembled, her body arching up from the blanket as an orgasm flashed through her every nerve ending, leaving them tingling with static electricity. She became aware of Tiffany's long slit rubbing beside her mound like the first joint of a little finger. Her eyes opened as she realized what the pliant, tapering length was.
Lisa's arching caused Tiffany to slide down and ,back in, her long nib pulling over Lisa's flesh, through the pasted-down hair, and into her damp slit. With a groan, Lisa raised her hands, spreading them wide over the rounded fullness of Tiffany's ass cheeks, clutching them to hold her sister-in-law's cunt against hers. Tiffany began to pull herself up and down with her grip on Lisa's shoulders, Lisa's kneading hands assisting her. Both women were now breathing through opened mouths, their eyes lidded with passion. Their breasts and bellies pulled and thrust against one another's, the slide of their torsos matching the turbulence within. Electric swarmings of heat rolled through them, a weightless drifting sensation merging with the oiled flow of their quaking bodies. Tiffany's long clit rubbed through the delicate furls of Lisa's cleave to meet the nub of Lisa's pearl.
Lisa gasped, her head going back, her clit flaming with rapturous sensations as it rubbed back against Tiffany's, her underbelly roiling with flashes of heat, the sun seeming to shine through her eyelids. The flashes seemed to disintegrate her with ecstasy, her flesh and Tiffany's melting together, all awareness of the lotion gone as her tits heaved with Tiffany's. As Tiffany's cunt and hers spasmed hotly together, their vaginal lips pressed tight, their bellies rolled with the orgasmic finings, perspiration and lotion blended into the sensations, mixing with their rich spendings.
Tiffany tightened her hands on Lisa's shoulders, shuddering against her as she came, her long slit grounded in the electrifying heat of Lisa's nook, her whirling mind identifying the lotion as their spendings -- rich fluids that they were swimming upon, belly-sledding through, the juices spraying up around and over them. She groaned in a sobbing whimper, their hips thrusting together, their clits grinding together. Lisa's long fingers dug into her uptilted ass cheeks, twisting her buttocks against one another, and down toward the raging heat of her snatch.
They tensed, their bodies vibrating together against the peak of pressure, against the apexes of their cuts, Tiffany's head back, Lisa's even teeth clenched. The echoing rumble came nearer, the roar of their blood filling their ears, their underbellies convulsing. Their climax washed over them, spinning their senses, inundating every pore of their flesh, crystallizing the solar heat of their cuts to suddenly evaporate, leaving them glowing, drifting with cooling breezes that touched pore of their bodies with relaxed mellowness. Their bobbing minds were unaware of the heaving of their lungs or the easing of their hearts' poundings. Happiness enveloped them.
"Say someth -- " Lisa began in a whisper, breaking off as she reoriented herself. "Speak," she said breathlessly, but firmly, knowing is was the manner Tiffany would prefer.
"W -- what do you wish me to do?" Tiffany asked, pushing herself up onto straightened arms and her knees, so that she was again looking down into Lisa's eyes.
"What do you want to do?" Lisa asked softly, curious.
"Whatever will give you pleasure ... ma'am," she said in a small, assuring voice.
" `Ma'am'?" Lisa murmured to herself. "Mistress," she corrected, accepting Tiffany's sincerity.
"What would please you, mistress?"
"Bathe me," Lisa said after a moment, her heart pounding again. "With your tongue," she added.
Without a moment's pause, Tiffany lowered her mouth to Lisa's face. Her pink tongue stretched out to stroke the woman's features, licking lotion and perspiration from the dusky bronze flesh, bathing forehead and eyes, temples and cheeks, nose and mouth, and chin before moving under her jaw and down her throat.
Lisa took a slow, deep breath, her flesh tingling from the damp passage of Tiffany's velvet soft tongue over her shoulders and collarbones, down her arms and hands to suckle each finger, and back up to swellings of her breasts. She murmured with pleasure as Tiffany licked the firm cones, the convex aureolas, and the long, thick nipples.
Tiffany moved her lips and tongue down along her sister-in-law's contoured belly, carefully covering every available bit of the silky flesh, licking with earnest, eager to fulfill Lisa's directions, to give her pleasure. There was only a slight degree of apprehension that, if she should displease Lisa, the woman would punish her. Tiffany did not question what had happened, and was happening -- that it was her sister-in-law's rounded hips that she was licking, or even that she had come with the other woman. She knew only that she was excited, that she had come and might again, and that she was fully involved in pulling the flat of her tongue over the flat abdomen that was tremoring with Lisa's arousal.
Tiffany moved her tongue over the narrow V of ebony curlings, tasting their juices mixed with the lotion and perspiration. She sipped the hairs into her mouth to suck them clean. Lisa groaned, her ass twisting against the blanket as each movement of Tiffany's mouth seemed to send currents of electricity through her pubic hairs, each root pulsing it out to swell her pubes with flarings of heat. Then Tiffany's lips nuzzled along Lisa's quivering slit, sucking softly before sliding her tongue into her cleave, swirling it around in the hot dampness, lapping at her pulsing chit. Lisa groaned with a rasping intake of breath, coming at the fluid caress.
She lay gasping, tremoring as she felt Tiffany's tongue moved down to the bases of her ass cheeks, up and around her thighs, down her calves to her feet where she sucked each toe tightly. Another, but briefer orgasm shimmered through Lisa, and she became aware that she was turning over onto her stomach, presenting Tiffany with her back to bathe. Tiffany's lips and tongue started up the backs of her calves.
While Tiffany's thoughts were subjugated to her actions, to her obedience, Lisa's were not, though they were blurred by her arousal and by the afterglow of her orgasms. She felt confusion at the unfamiliar feelings and urges she was having, at her sister-in-law's actions, and as to how far Tiffany wished to go with her as Tiffany's "mistress."
The woman's lips moved to the tops of her thighs to draw the point of her tongue along the lush undersides of Lisa's cheeks, then down over her inner thighs to the base of her palpatating cunny. Gradually she worked back up to the deep cleaved, out thrust globes, over their silky smoothness and between them. Lisa raised her hands to grip the blanket beneath her face, her fanny quivering as the broiling contractions of her underbelly again flashed through her. She twisted the points of her breasts against the blanket's texture, her opened mouth pressing against her hands to stifle her cry of joy at the rush of bliss through her bloodstream. Her mind swarmed with pleasure.
Lisa gasped for breath, her flesh twitching with the release of huh sinuous body's tension. She lay recovering from the chain of orgasms as Tiffany's mouth bathed her back, her shoulders, arms and neck. Tiffany's mouth lifted with a tender kiss to the nape of her neck, and Lisa knew without looking that she was kneeling as before, waiting for Lisa to tell her what to do -- or to force her to do something.
Lisa felt almost afraid to turn over, to look up into Tiffany's tender face, into the large, golden eyes suffused with sultriness, but she did so, the sun warm against her naked nipples. They stared into one another's eyes, and there were no objections nor reservations in Tiffany's, only an openness to Lisa's will. Lisa's uncertainty warred with temptations to proceed, to investigate the unknown, and she gradually began to accept the responsibility for retaining enough control so that Tiffany would not be truly hurt.
Drunkenly, Lisa raised up onto her knees, continuing to look into Tiffany's almond-shaped eyes. She reached out and clutched Tiffany's hair in her hands and yanked her forward almost off her knees, pressing her face against her tits. Lisa pushed up and off her feet, Tiffany's mouth pulling against her stomach, abdomen, and then her damp muff. Lisa's fingers still gathered in the soft waves back at the sides of Tiffany's head.
"Eat met" Lisa hissed, her eyes narrowing as she thrust her hips forward, pressing her cunt open against Tiffany's mouth. The woman's hands went out to her sides to maintain her balance. Tiffany opened her mouth wider against the pink splay, pressing her tongue into the trembling warmth of Lisa's nook, licking as her lips closed and opened, stroking the tingling of the sleek walls, bobbing Lisa's throbbing cit.
Lisa's shoulders pressed close around her neck as she tilted her head back, her face lifting toward the sky as Tiffany's mouthings sent shock waves through her body, aching her back, her toes pulling against the blanket She groaned, oblivious to the fact that standing up had raised her higher than the sides of the sundeck. She pumped her loins against Tiffany's face, her hands pulling her tighter.
Tiffany's hands opened and closed in mid-air, her knees aching from supporting her, her tits bumping against Lisa's tensed thighs, her mouth and nostrils filled with Lisa's rich scent, her lips, cheeks and chin gleaming with her juices. She burrowed even more eagerly into Lisa's spasming snatch, her lips pulling back from her teeth against the shimmering pinkness, her tongue pressing against Lisa's chit in a quick rhythm. She gasped for air, trembling with orgasms of her own, Lisa's grip controlling her, holding her. Her loins thrust against her face, pressing her mouth deeper into the drenched cleave. Her breasts flat tend out against Lisa's full, shapely thighs.
Lisa's mouth stretched wide; her whole body vibrating with the thundering build of her climax, her blood roaring in her ears, her chit flashing, her depths contracting and expanding. Her hands held Tiffany's face in her spasming hive, her body bending forward, and her head snapped back, her eyes opening wide as she cried out Her legs went out from under her, raptures singing through her central nervous system. Her canny vaporized into sheer ecstacy, satiation saturating her every pore, her every nerve ending.
Lisa's feet slid back, and she slid forward, Tiffany's face sliding damply up her body. She toppled to the blanket, half atop Tiffany's thighs as the woman knelt back, looking down with pleasure at Lisa's expression of carnal fatigue. Her statuesque body stretched out before her, the large peaks of her breasts rising and falling. Her tall body curved upward. Lisa's pliant belly was raised, its lush contours accented, the shallows at its sides emphasized., The supple muscles flowed from her sides down into the junctures of her . flat abdomen and her firm hips. Her pronounced mound lifted even higher.
"Lean back," Lisa said, gripping one of Tiffany's hips to pull herself up, pushing down with her other hand against the blanket.
Without glancing behind her, Tiffany began to lean back from the waist, her ass cheeks pressing against her heels. Lisa pulled herself up into a sitting position, pressing her lips to Tiffany's wispy plume. Tiffany murmured at the full-lipped kiss to her still hypersensitive cunny, and the crown of her head lowered toward the blanket. Her torso ached sharply as Lisa's tongue pressed into her hot fissure.
Tiffany's thighs together. Her nook was tight around the slide of Lisa's tongue, her taste rich. She trembled, her hands lifting to motion to Lisa that she should not be making love to her, her lips opening with joy at being taken by Lisa. She surrendered to the waves of bliss rippling out from her hive's contact with Lisa's tongue, the woman's firm tits moving softly against her thighs, the long nipples digging into her.
Lisa moved her hands inward from Tiffany's hips to the insides of her thighs, pressing her joined finger-tips between them at their tops, expanding the delicate gap there to spread her legs. She moved her hands under the movements of her mouth to encase her sister-in-law's full, rounded ass cheeks, supporting the bowl of her loins as she feasted on the sweetmeat of her cumny -- licking down into the broth of her fragrant secretions, tasting her heady rector, nibbling the fillet of Tiffany's long at, sucking at the tapering length. Tiffany's shoulders rocked from side to side, her face anguished with arousal, her hands lifting to grip the full teardrops of her tits, which were drawn taunt by her posture. Her hair shifted against the blanket; her body bowed from shoulders to knees, her feet against the backs of her thighs.
Lisa pressed Tiffany's thighs farther apart, the tendons at their upper insides in relief. She cupped the undersides of Tiffany's fanny, lifting up, Tiffany's legs over her anus. Her mouth burrowed into Tiffany's tremoring splay as she rose up from her knees, turning Tiffany's thighs back inward to rest atop her shoulders. Tiffany's weight back upon her shoulders, her torso straightened to angle up toward the fusion of her loins with Lisa's face, Lisa's hands now at the small of her back as she supped on Tiffany's burning clit. Her cheeks and chin shifted against the quaking pinkness of her cleave.
Lisa's face moved feverishly within the ripe warmth of Tiffany's snatch, her tongue flaying the tip of the woman's clit as her lip-buffered teeth moved in counterpoint around its base. She slid her hands from the dimpled small of Tiffany's back around her slender waist and over the firm curve of her belly, hugging the woman's body. She pushed up onto one foot, and then both, standing with Tiffany's body held against hers. Tiffany's legs were up in the air, the patter de derriere against her shoulders, her long nipples grinding against the base of the small of Tiffany's back, the upper shies of her tits caressing her ass cheeks. Tiffany's arms stretched out from her body, her shoulders lifting from the blanket as her head slid against it. The blood rushed even faster to her head as Lisa licked and chewed with a voracious hunger. Orgasms spiraled through Tiffany, accelerating as they expanded. She knotted the blanket in her fists, her mouth open for an airless scream of ecstasy, her body sweltering in Lisa's hold.
Her taste buds inundated with Tiffany's delicious juices, her nostrils filled with her scent, Lisa's head spun with vertigo. Her cat pulsed, and she staggered, easing herself down to her knees.
Tiffanys weight shifted back to her shoulders, her face and body shimmering with sun-reflecting perspiration. She was only half-aware of sliding forward as Lisa's legs slid out and forward until she was lying on her back beneath Tiffany, whose head came to rest against the luxurious pillow of Lisa's cunny. The cones of Lisa's breasts thrust up against the small of her back.
Tiffany rubbed the soft waves of her hair back against the ebony curlings of Lisa's damp muff, pressing her head against the full mound; but she felt uneasy at laying atop Lisa, as if she were doing something offensive, degrading to her beautiful sister-in-law. As if . reading Tiffany's mind, Lisa suddenly rolled over, dumping Tiffany face down on the blanket, and sat up atop her back. Her legs curled at the woman's sides, her feet pushing up beneath Tiffany's arms and in against the outsides of her breasts. Tiffany murmured from pleasure, and relief, at the change in their positions. Lisa's full globed ass pressed against the center of her back, the base of her damp nook above the small of her back, and the silky insides of her firm thighs squeezed down Tiffany's sides to where her knees pressed the tops of her hips. The pronounced inner arches of her feet squeezed in against her tits, pressing her nipples in toward the center of her body over the rough texture of the blanket, chafing the already burning rings.
Lisa pressed the heels of her hands down against the tops of Tiffany's uptilted ass cheeks, her arms straightening as she leaned forward. She looked down past the thrusts of her own breasts with their thick nipples jutting out in full erection to her spread thighs. The narrow V of her pubic foliage opened from around the damp pink of her splayed cunny. She tightened her thighs around Tiffany's waist, rubbing the lower half of her hot lips against the woman's back, the creamy flesh soothingly arousing.
Letting the pressure upon her hands force them farther dawn against the full cushions of Tiffany's fanny, indenting them, Lisa pressed one knee forward and one back, forward and back, one side of her slit sliding forward, the other back, forward and back. One knee shoved against Tiffany's hip while the other pulled away, forward and back. One foot forced one of Tiffany's tits farther under her chest while the other one released the pressure on the other tit, Tiffany's nipples moving forward and back against the blanket. Both women murmured with arousal -- Lisa's cunt lips tremoring, Tiffany's breasts swollen, her nipples stinging, her clit pressing down toward the pressure of the rooftop that was against her closed hive.
Lisa's hands moved lower, and she curled her fingers to press their tips against the undersides of Tiffany's nether cheeks, her heels forcing the pliantly soft flesh down against them. She inhaled sharply, tensing is a minor orgasm sizzled through her.
Her eyes lidded Lisa looked down at Tiffany's backside as the squeezed the rounded buttocks. She smiled, lifting her hands to release them as she straightened. Suddenly, she slapped the joined backs of her fingers against the inside backs of Tiffany's thighs, just under the base of her fanny's cleavage. Tiffany gasped with surprise and pleasure at the stinging blows and opened her thighs obediently. Her long, shapely legs spread into a V that had its apex at their juncture. Lisa looked down at the damp wisps of chestnut hair adorning the base of Tiffany's full portals and the full curve of her ass's division.
Lisa encased the soft globes in her hands and pressed them apart, drawing their cleave open till the pink, bud of Tiffany's anus was visible, the sunlight glinting on flecks of pale down. She squeezed the ripe cushions, kneading them with Tiffany's anus as their focal point. Tiffany's hips shifted, a moan muffled against the blanket as her underbelly quaked with heat, her clit pulsing. Lisa's hands opened abruptly, and she slid her fingers down against Tiffany's cunt, opening the plump envelope to slide her fingers into its moist warmth. Tiffany stiffened, her straightened legs lifting slightly from the blanket as her cunny spasmed around the movements of Lisa's fingers against her lips and nook.
Lisa drew one hand up, Tiffany's juices gleaming from her fingers and from her thumb, which she pressed down between Tiffany's buttocks, the edge of her hand pushing one cheek out. Tiffany bit into the blanket, her forehead damp. Her features tightened as she felt Lisa's other hand lift from her churning snatch to push her Other ass cheek to the side, baring the pursed bud of her anus to Lisa's lubricated thumb. Her mouth opened from the cloth, her body jumping as Lisa pressed her thumb up into Tiffany's rectum, her fingers curling back down into her cleave for the tips to press against her thumb through the thin membrane. Tiffany gasped with rapturous firings of pleasure, her ass clutching around Lisa's turning thumb, her cunt spasming faster, her clit pressing free of her slit to rub against the blanket She pressed her forehead down, her shoulders bunching as orgasms roared through her, her bowels billowing with volcanic heat, her clit pulsing madly against the cloth.
Blinking to clear her eyes of their carnal fog, Lisa looked to her side, seeing the empty lotion tube and the cap, and she smiled, remembering the design of the squeeze tube. Reaching out, she gathered both in one hand, fumbling to put the top on as she continued to flex her hand, her thumb tugging within the contractions of Tiffany's sphincter muscles while her fingers thrust and pulled along the underside of Tiffany's tremoring channel. The base of the cap met the surface of the tube without interruption, the cap curved like the head of a bullet The writhings of Tiffany's body against her slit continuing to escalate her arousal, Lisa pressed the phallic-like tube below her fingers and up into the top of Tiffany's slit, bobbing it.
Tiffany groaned louder, her ass, cunt and clit's pulsings and quakings merging into a single, massive assault on her mind and body. Her flesh was feverish, her muscles tightened, her underbelly imploded and exploded. Her mind was swept by tidal currents of ecstasy. Lisa's thumb and fingers and the tube moved faster and faster, her clit sparking against the blanket, her nipples twisting against it Her elbows slid back toward her sides, pressing down against the roof along with her hands and forearms, her upper torso lifting from behind the twisting of Lisa's ass and cunt Lisa's feet slid, beneath her, squeezing her tits together, rubbing them in counterpoint, her soles soft against their swollen aching.
She breathed in gasping sobs, ravished by the almost unbearable surgings of her loins and pressing of her tits. Her senses overlapped, blurring, her body bucking with orgasms. Her arms pressed harder against the rooftop, lifting her tits above the blanket, and Lisa's knees slid out a little, her feet sliding under Tiffany's breasts. The pink inner arches curved up under her tits, rubbing at the normally pale pink nipples which were now a bright pink, the near invisible pinkness of her gently outcurving aureolas now a darker pink.
Tiffany pulled her forearms beneath her, grasping the arches of Lisa's feet to hold them in place as she ground her full breasts against them, her hips thrusting up against the stroking of Lisa's hands and the makeshift dildo of the lotion tube. She whimpered, her golden eyes squinting damply, her cries growing hoarse as the vast eruptions within her depths shook her to the marrow of her bones.
Her body pushed up fighter between Lisa's sinuous thighs, the altered position of Lisa's legs allowing her to raise her stomach from the blanket Lisa's knees moved inward, her feet lifting with Tiffany's breasts, and she leaned forward, her weight on her knees and on Tiffany's hips as Tiffany's knees pulled forward. The woman lifted up onto them and her elbows, her slender neck craning back as her flushed face lifted. Her mouth opened wide for a silent scream of orgasmic release, her hands tightening around Lisa's feet which twisted and shoved at her tits, her hips rolling against Lisa's undulating belly.
Lisa held to Tiffany's body with her legs, her body flashing with rapturous pleasures as she rode the twisting and whipping of the woman's back. Her breasts shifted against her clutching ass cheeks as she continued to grip and thrust within Tiffany's ass and snatch. Both of them gasped for breath, their bodies gleaming from their exertion, their heads spinning in the maelstrom of their passion.
Lisa's body arched against Tiffany's, and then back from it, against and away, moving with the contractions and expansions within the depths of her cunny. Her heart pounded, her brain flashing with the pulse of her climax, and she opened her mouth against the side of one of Tiffany's buttocks, biting against her. cry of enraptured release. The indentation of Lisa's teeth thrust Tiffany fully over the edge into the raging inferno of her climax.
Tiffany's arms and knees slid out from under her, and she collapsed with Lisa sprawling atop her, both murmuring, their lungs heaving as they lay beneath the afternoon sun, gradually regaining their awareness of where they were, and who they were with. Tiffany wiped her forehead, and Lisa pushed up off her hands, neither yet able to speak.
"What in the name of ...?" a voice blurted, and Tiffany raised her head as Lisa looked back over her shoulder, both slowly recognizing the voice. They looked up at Jeb Conroe who stood staring down at his wife and at his sister, looking with disbelief at the embrace of their naked bodies.
THE RAVAGED
"You -- you ..." he spluttered, his face flushed with anger as he groped for words, Lisa turning as she dismounted from Tiffany's back.
"I'm sorry," Tiffany said, tearful eyes raised imploringly as she pushed herself up off her hands, her body curving as her arms straightened. She slid one knee forward beneath her torso to push up onto both, her face level with his crotch. Tears trailed down her cheeks, her hair tossled, her elbows crossed at the top of her stomach. Her upper arms pressed in against her fits to conceal the centers of the lush teardrops, her cupped hands joined before her muff, her shoulders bowed forward, accented by the craning of her graceful neck.
"Pu-punish me," she blurted, repentance and desire blurred within her own mind. Suddenly she lifted her hands to the buckle of his belt, her fingers fumbling as she pulled the leather free of it and the latch.
"Whip met" she said, pulling the belt through the loops of his slacks, leather and cloth singing against one another. She held the belt up for him to take, her eyes gleaming wetly, dialated.
The anger was lost from his expression as he stared down at her hand, sunlight gleaming from the squared buckle, the leather dangling below. Her liquid eyes almost begged him, her lips parted, her succulent breasts rising and falling.
Lisa had sat back on one calf, the knee of her other leg raised, the mound of her cunny pressed forward, accented. She watched with a mixture of curiosity as to how Jeb, the brother she hardly knew, would react. Excitement at the prospect of the erotic events was not only continued, but extended, and she felt happiness for Tiffany at the prospect of her desire being perhaps satisfied.
He slowly looked from his kneeling wife to his sister, feeling the tension of their separate, but not unrelated emotions, though as unable to define them as he was to recognize the urgings rising within himself. He looked from Tiffany's delicate beauty to Lisa's athletically graceful beauty, back and forth, his heart beating faster, the blood pounding in his ears, his cock stiffening within his pants, thoughts being swept away by primal responses.
Tiffany stared up beseechingly, her breath catching with joyous apprehension as she saw his eyes grow intense, his breathing deepening, and she let out a small moan as she saw his cock thrust out against his pants leg.
"You want her? Want t'do it with her?" he spat, yanking the belt buckle from Tiffany, his other hand curling in her hair to pull her up straight. "Then eat her!" he shouted, his voice deep though not loud. He abruptly flung Tiffany back to the side off her knees, and she sprawled face down against Lisa, knocking Lisa back Her hand went back to brace herself as her calf slid out from under her thigh, her weight dropping onto her ass as Tiffany's face landed against her abdomen. Tiffany's nose pressed to one side as did her lips, her right breast struck by Lisa's tensed left thigh, her left breast hitting the sundeck, her nipple chafing against the rough surface as did her belly.
"Eat her, bitch! Suck her cunt!" he ordered in a harsh rasp, Lisa raising her eyes to see him lifting the belt in a high arc as Tiffany groped out to shift her face back to her sister-in-law's nook, the top of the soft plume against her chin. The belt whistled down through the afternoon air toward the ripe, unprotected pillows of Tiffany's ass cheeks, snapping tautly across both with a sharp snapping sound.
Tiffany's chin pressed up against Lisa's abdomen, her face lifting as her mouth widened with a gasping cry at the electric explosion of the stinging kiss of the belt to her nether cheeks. Lisa saw her eyes widen with wonderous ecstasy, Tiffany's long nurtured desires' realization at long last being heralded by the contact of the lashing belt and her creamy flesh.
Tiffany desperately forced her face down, her lips sliding into the luxuriant hair of Lisa's muff, nuzzling against the warmth of her ripe mound, seeking Lisa's slit to obey his command. His arm went high again, his feet braced apart, and he brought the length of leather down across Tiffany's fanny again, a pink stripe crossing that left by the first blow. She cried out, her elbows raising as her hands gripped at Lisa's full hips, her knees pulling toward the woman as her mouth kissed the lips of her snatch. Her ass lifted, pulling taut at the tops of her thighs, her cunt visible at their juncture, the cleavage of the rich domes widened.
The belt snapped down again. Lisa's body arched forward, her fingers clawing the rooftop as Tiffany groaned into her hive, her lips widening in her cleave, her tongue stroking the humid pulsing. The cones of her tits thrust upward, her shoulders pressing back as her face lifted, her expression ecstatic, the crack of the belt filling her ears. Tiffany's mouth hungrily twisted into her cunt, and her right leg stretched farther out, her lame lowering, the contours of her sinuous thigh accented. Her belly tightened, undulating as she rocked her hips in Tiffany's grasp, her fanny twisting against the sundeck as she arched her cunny upc against her sister-in-law's probing tongue. Her brother gasped for breath, his expression feverish as he brought the belt down again and again, Tiffany's ass glowing pinkly.
Tiffany shivered with the impact of the leather across her rump, her nook sweltering with a mounting pulsing, the rooftop hard against her knees. Her back arched sharply, her month and nostrils filled with Lisa's rich taste and scent. The leather stung at her ass, which twisted from side to side, tightening at the quickening rain of blows, the shell pink rings of her nipples dragging against the sundeck. The leather curled against the juncture of her ass and thigh, her cunt spanning with an orgasm, her damp slit visible to his widened eyes.
Lisa's hips shoved up against Tiffany's face, twisting her pulsing alit against the ravenous mouthings. Her hands slid out from under her, her weight going back onto her elbows and forearms. The pointed tip of the belt stung between Tiffany's ass cheek, and she writhed with ecstasy, her anus dilating at the leather's flick. Her mouth went wide as she shook against Lisa's drenched hive, her scream of delirious joy muffled within the wet pinkness of Lisa's under-belly. The sound seemed to echo within Lisa's depths, contracting and expanding into a seething blast of rapturous culmination.
Tiffany was gasping into Lisa's quivering splay, unaware that the woman was lying back, basking in the glow of her climax. She continued to lick and suck Lisa's heady secretions from her -- her mind swarming with frenzied passion, her body feverish, her ass swinging side to side with the flashings of the belt, her clit and cunt pulsing hotly, her nipples lifting from the rooftop as she raised herself slightly. Lisa's legs dropped loosely against the sundeck.
The belt coiled down along her anal cleavage, and the tip snapped at her mound, stinging one full, unshielded half. Tiffany's face lifted high, her eyes wide, her mouth stretched with a breathless, silent scream. Her fingers clutched Lisa's hips below her straightened arms, her shoulders bunched, her body bowed with her raised shoulders higher than the silky pillows of her pink ass. A shudder ran through her as she came, her every nerve ending seeming to register the contouring press of the leather belt, her slit spasming.
Tiffany's left arm went out from under her, and she toppled to that side, feeling as if she were falling weightlessly into the void of space, tumbling in slow motion, a low whistling in her ears, her body shimmering with static electricity. She fell onto her side, rolling over onto her back, her right leg swinging up and over, her arms thrown wide, her head lolling against the sundeck, her legs dropping wide apart, the pink blossom of her sex open, her breasts quivering.
Through glazed eyes, she saw Jeb looming above her, silhouetted before the sun, the belt furling through the air as he raised his arm high, then straightening as he brought his arm down fast. The length of leather cut the air with a wooshing rash. Her hands clutched tightly at the rooftop, her body arching from ass and shoulders, her legs spreading even wider, the whole of her freely beautiful body offered up to the descending extension of his arm.
The belt whipped down across one breast's lush delicacy, over the gentle rise of the near invisible aureola, the ring of her erect nipple, and over the firm carve of her upper stomach. She gasped, writhing beneath the blow, beneath the release of his long denied emotion, beneath the expression of his long withheld passion, beneath the long desired release from her guilt, beneath the smarting contact that brought a flush to her skin, that confirmed her sense of touch, of pain and pleasure. She cried out, her breasts and belly tremoring brightly, her buttocks shoving against the sundeck with the contractions of her canny, the sun shining from the spend-coated pinkness of her cleave.
"Enough!" Lisa gasped, pushing up to grasp his arm in mid-swing, her eyes moving from Tiffany's delirious expression to his. His eyes stared blankly at her for a moment before he blinked to snap himself partially free of his lust "I -- I'm a virtual stranger, I know, but ... don't be self-righteous, Jeb. Can't you see that she -- "
"Yes," he hissed, cutting her off. "Yes, a stranger, a stranger I've wanted since I saw you for the first time as a woman, a stranger I sill want, want to fuck," he said, his free hand pulling his slacks open, his eyes glazing over again. Lisa looked down to see his engorged cock jut free.
Before she realized what was happening, her brother swung Lisa around and down. His hand shoved into Tiffany's open snatch, and he raised it wetly to grab his prick for a moment as he dropped to his knees behind Lisa. Her eyes opened wide as he shoved her forward onto all fours, his head jabbing into her anus, and she quickly relaxed her anal muscles as his prod shoved up into her rectum. She inhaled deeply, and his arm went around her, his damp hand gripping one wide-based tit to pull her back up onto her knees, her ass against his body as his tool fully entered her backside. She groaned, her bowels filled with a roiling heat as he began to thrust and chum in her, his fingers indenting the lushness of her conical breast.
"Get up, bitch!" he blurted toward the gradually recovering Tiffany. "Get up, an' suck us off!" he ordered. "Now!" he added as she groggily tried to comprehend what she saw, and he swung the belt out at her.
Tiffany turned over, moving across to press her mouth to her sister-in-law's narrow V of soft curlings, to reach up beneath the out-thrusting globes of her fanny to stroke his swinging bails, her tongue snaking into Lisa's cant as he brought the belt down across her fanny, swinging from over Lisa's shoulder. The belt curled down along the still tender cheeks and against the underarch of her body.
Tiffany groaned, twisting her snatch down against the rooftop as she licked Lisa's furrow, the insides of her thighs, the base of her ass, and his sac, Walsh in her desire to give them pleasure, kissing and probing as the belt sang through the air. Lisa groaned, her body jumping between his pistoning rod and Tiffany's adoring mouthings, her whole underbody encased in rapturous, mounting warmth, her head swimming, only their holds and contact keeping her from falling from her knees. She looked down drunkenly at the bob of Tiffany's head between her legs, the length of her back, and the pink domes of her fanny above the V of her spread legs. The belt blurred between them, cracking against the creamy flesh and rising. Tiffany moaning against her cut's burning pulsations.
His hand tightened around her tit, his arm growing tired from swinging so that it hung forward over her shoulder, the belt trailing over Tiffany's back., His hips pumped against Lisa as his cock bucked \ and jerked within her ass, his body tensing as he groaned at the approach of his climax. Tiffany's hands urged the come from his nuts, and Lisa tightened and loosened her fanny around him, stroking his length as she slid the belt buckle from his hand, her flash gleaming from her exertion. He groaned from deep in his chest, his rod jumping within Lisa's ass, his gizzum gushing up into her as he shook with his release, gasping with ecstasy.
Tiffany lapped up the thick juice overspilling her husband's sister's body, her hands tightening around the supple fullness of Lisa's thighs as the belt again kissed her backside but with controlled strength. He eased back from Lisa, spent, and lay back to catch his breath. Tiffany realized that Lisa had . taken up the swing of the belt. She refocused her tongue upon Lisa's clit, dosing her soft lips around it as she moved her hands up to the sides of Lisa's buttocks, balancing her as she swung the belt down against her fanny, striking with less force, but a steadier rhythm.
Lisa bit into her lower lip, her forehead furrowing as she forced herself to concentrate upon the movements of her arm and the belt. Her clit raced with phosphorescent joy as Tiffany sucked and licked it, raptures cascading through her whole body. Her hand lightened around the buckle. The leather snapped against Tiffany's ass. Lisa's face lifted, her features strained, the feline curve of her upper lip defined as she groaned. with the thundering rushing of her climax. Her muscles twitched beneath her flesh with tension, her breath catching, her heartbeat reverberating through her as she trembled at the brink.
Suddenly, she cried out with a melodic rasp, her body bucking against Tiffany's supping mouth, the belt dropping from her hand. Tiffany's cunt wrenched against the sundeck, the thrustings of Lisa's hips shoving her slit around her mouth and nose, permeating her senses with the sumptuous fragrance of her nector, masking her face within the beauty of Lisa's loins, muzzling her with the humid lushness of her canny. Tiffany's body trembled as she came, her senses surrendered along , With her mind and body to the tides of ecstasy, her, lidded eyes sparkling happily as she saw Lisa's enraptured face.
Lisa sat down to the side, her legs curled before Tiffany. She forced her eyes open, her hand gripping the leather belt, doubling it so that an inch-long loop extended from her fist. Tiffany looked at it with a trace of confusion. Lisa inhaled deeply, pushing her slightly wide shoulders back, the supple flow of her pectorals sloping out into the rich thrusting's of her tits. She reached out with her other hand, rolling Tiffany over onto her back, and swung her clenched hand down between Tiffany's spread thighs, the loop of leather flashing up into her slit.
Tiffany moaned with an intake of breath, surprise and pleasure widening her eyes as Lisa worked the looped leather higher, her fingers pressing back and forth to lengthen the loop, bobbing it beneath Tiffany's clit. Tiffany felt the ecstacies that had almost crested surge forth renewed, spiraling through her, her nook clutching at the back and forth action of the belt. She suddenly sat up, doubling over, her depths cramping with the maddening implosions and explosions of her climax. The tightening was suddenly vanquished, her being seeming to expand, surging outward, releasing all tension. Her mind was only dimly aware of the belt sliding out of her body, of her body's undulations of satisfaction, her climax buoying her. Lisa sprawled weakly atop her, at last able to give in to the blissful embrace of her fulfillment.
Time blurred, and Tiffany's eyes opened, her head turning to see Jeb still sprawled upon his back, and then lifting to see Lisa's cheek resting against her stomach, her face's regal beauty toward Tiffany, her dark blue eyes looking into Tiffany's. With a little smile, Lisa lifted her hand over Tiffany's breasts, the looped belt still in it. She pressed the damp leather to Tiffany's lips. Tiffany opened her mouth wide, drawing the belt in, the edges against the corners of her mouth, the surface against tongue and palate, and she sucked at it, tasting her juices from the leather.
Lying naked with her sister-in-law and husband upon the sundeck, sucking the belt that had brought a rosy glow to her flesh, tasting her own spendings, Tiffany's mind was free of any thoughts, questions, or answers. All was submerged by her happiness that expressed itself in a single desire -- a desire to be the avenue of their pleasure, the instrument of its creation.
She had no way of knowing that her world was about to change even more drastically than it had that day, that this had not been only a climax to her secret desires, but a beginning as well.
PART TWO - THE GIVEN INSTRUMENT
Several months later, and a thousand miles away, Tiffany pushed a grocery cart through a supermarket, her eyes aimlessly moving over the shelves until she saw a boy of sixteen or seventeen standing before her, his side toward her as he selected vegetables from the bins against one wall. The cart slowed to a near halt as she looked at him, entranced by the boyish raggedness of his face, his body having the lithe strength of a swimmer's, his flesh tanned, his hair lightened by the sun. She swallowed hard, looking at his bare arms and shoulders, a blue tank top of soft cotton gripping his. torso, and then at the jeans he wore, faded with wear, tight enough for her to examine his ass and his strong legs, though she could not see the crotch from where she stood. His belt was wide, the leather patterned with metal studs. His jeans were worn over boot's of roughcut leather. Her hands tightened around the metal bar of the cart.
Jeb's release of his pent-up desires for his sister, and the submission to his long repressed passions had failed to free him even enough to admit to them, and he had left the rooftop to never see, nor to speak with, either Lisa or Tiffany again. His lawyer had contacted the bewildered Tiffany to inform her that Jeb wished a divorce, making a generous settlement offer that she knew was based on his fear of anyone finding out about what had happened. Lisa had helped her until she was able to deal with the everyday, mundane matters of life, and had suggested that she move to a new city, helping her find a house in the coastal town she was now residing in.
Lisa had departed, telling her that she would contact her after a time to see how she was doing on her own, wishing her well on coining to grips with who she was and what she wanted. So, Tiffany had been going through a routine existence that, coupled with the shyness that had helped isolate her previously, was not dissimilar in some ways from before. The differences were that she was no longer married, no longer thought of Jeb other than in relation to that afternoon on the apartment complex rooftop, and the desires that had come to imitation there for possible refinement, those events providing her with mental fuel for masturbation, if nothing else.
Yet, she was now focusing on an individual. A stranger, and a teenager, but a person. Her legs felt weak, and her knuckles went white with her grip on the cart. She did not understand the way she was reacting, but only that she felt herself drawn to him; desiring him to do with her as he would. She blinked, and realized that she was passing into the next aisle, now looking at him past the end of the shelves, looking at him from the rear, studying the texture of his hair, the supple muscles of his back, the swimmer's buttocks, and she was again, faced with labels, past the cross lane. She realized that her heart was beating fast, her breathing ragged, and she slid her tongue between her Bps, unsealing them before swallowing hard.
She shook her head in an effort to clear. it, wishing Lisa were with her so that she could ask if she knew what it was about the youth that had so intensely affected her at the mere sight of him. She told herself that she was being foolish, and to turn her mind to other things, but then he was in front of her, coming down the aisle toward her. Her heart pounded, a tremble running through her body, her eyes ducking with embarrassment at the thought that he somehow might have seen her looking at him before.
The distance closed between them to eight feet, and he paused to take a box of granola from a shelf. Her eyes lifted with, panic at the realization that she had to continue on, to approach and pass by him. She was five feet away from him. She thought to take a package from the opposite side of the aisle, to stall till he went on. Then he raised his eyes toward her, looking through the lightly tinted lens of his sunglasses directly into her eyes for a long moment, his eyes seeming to spark with humor, the boyish quality muting the strength of his features for an instant Gradually, his mouth formed into a smile, an imbiguous smile that she was afraid to attempt analyzing for fear of reading too much into it.
He set the box back on the shelf, looking away casually. Tiffany's throat was constricted, her breathing strained. She saw the indentation of his nipples against the dark blue of his tank top, the copper buckle of his studded belt, the bulk of his sex under his jeans, his hands. She pushed her cart quickly for ward as he started to look back from the shelf, moving past him, almost stumbling her haste. She could feel him looking at her, and she turned into the aisle, running along one end of the store, moving toward the checkout stands, having forgotten the other purchases she had intended to make.
As she went through the checkout line, she glanced furtively from the corners of her eyes, but the young man was nowhere to be seen. Regaining her composure, she paid for her groceries and moved toward the doors, feeling a twinge of disappointment at not spotting him. She wondered if he had found her light, collarless pullover sweater attractive in the way it softly held to her body, or whether, as she had raced past him, he had approved of the way her ivory velveteen slacks fitted snugly across her ass cheeks. Frowning, she stepped onto the dark rubber panel before the door, activating it, and it swung outward for her.
She shifted her bags to one arm as she neared her car, digging into her dark-brown leather purse for her keys. The slender shoulder chain pulled between her shoulder and arm, and the bags suddenly tilted free of her grasp. She caught one, righting it, but the other spilled out in front of her upon the paving. She shifted indecisively for a moment, and then unlocked the car door, setting her other bag in on the seat, turning to squat down so that she could pick up the items.
She inhaled sharply, almost gasping as she found herself before the teenager, who was kneeling down to help her, her eyes on the cling of his tank top to his firm stomach. Her fingers trembling, she picked up a can without lifting her eyes to his face, seeing his jeans pulled tight against his spread thighs, the firm muscles emphasized, as was the bulge of his balls and the length of his cock, large even though not erect.
Their hands brushed as they both reached for a plastic squeeze-tube of shampoo, the bulk shifting thickly in her grasp. She tensed, her flesh seeming to burn from his touch. His eyes met hers as she looked up, and she swayed upon the balls of her feet, her hand clenching the malleable tube, his fingertips sliding down and off the bulbous cap. He smiled again as he had in the store, unhurriedly picking up the remaining items. She found herself slowly rising to her feet with a weightless feeling as he stood with athletic grace. Bared within her sandles, her toes were almost against the toes of his boots.
"Th -- thanks," she murmured nervously, his eyes seeming intense as he removed his sunglasses, turning from setting the refilled bag inside the car, the open door between them, his hand around the window frame, the tip of her sweatered breast almost touching the backs of his fingers.
"Could you give me a lift?" he asked, his voice low with a rhythmic resonance. "You can let me ... out wherever you feel like it."
"Uh, yes, all right," she nodded, wondering at the pause between his words, and whether or not he intended to have her.
The grocery sacks in the back seat, she sat straight behind the wheel, keeping her eyes on traffic and the rearview mirror, wondering if he would suggest something or simply act. From the corner of her eye, she saw that he was seated loosely, his left hand and forearm dangling from the top of the seat's back, his other arm resting on the window sill as he looked out at the passing scenery. Apparently disinterested, she thought with a twinge.
She looked back to the street, her breathing deep, the restraint of her bra indenting her swollen breasts. They moved toward the edge of the city, but he said nothing. Her ass shifted against the seat, her fingers tight around the steering wheel, and she looked over at him again. He sat as before, but the mound against the leg of his jeans seemed harder and larger, Tiffany wondering if she was imagining things. The crotch of her slacks seemed tight against her loins, her canny lightly palpatating with a humid warmth.
"We're almost to -- to my. place," she forced herself to say, the house visible from the hill they were topping, the ocean beyond it.
"Fine. You can let me out here," he smiled, straightening, his hand dropping to the door handle.
"Here?" she asked, not wanting to stop, but forcing her foot down on the brake pedal, the car slowing on the deserted road.
"Thanks," he said with a nod, and closed the door behind him. Tiffany had to blink free of her confusion and force herself to start the auto forward again, moving down the hill away from him.
Seeing him in her rear view mirror, she thought for a moment that he was staring after her, but quickly realized that he was looking at the ocean from the crest of the hill's vantage point. Parking her car in her driveway, she took her groceries inside, moving with a sluggish half-awareness, wondering if he top had been waiting for her to take the initiative as she had waited for him. Sighing, she sought to soothe her disappointment by concentrating on the difference in their ages, telling herself that she was being foolish to expect him to be interested, much less to be of a bent sympathetic to her desires, or to have enough experience.
The groceries put away, she kicked her sandles off, staring out behind her house, beyond the patio and yard to the bright blue water, the bluff that ran down to the beach below not visible from anywhere but atop it. She wondered if the time to move back among people had not come, even though she had not been associated with them when she had lived with Jeb. Would she remain incapable of striking up even casual relationships? She did not know, but did realize that she had come to one point of change here, no longer feeling guilt ridden in relation to either Jeb or to her desires and fantasies.
Then, she again thought of the boy from the store, and inhaled sharply with impatience over the workings of her mind, too physically aroused to be satisfied with mental stress. Unbuttoning her slacks, she suddenly smiled and crossed to the living room's sliding doors as she unzipped the ivory velveteen, seeing her only acquaintance outside, a well exercised and cared for Alsatian.
"Chino!" she called, having previously read his name from his collar, and she whistled. Bounding along, he glanced toward her, but continued on moving down toward the beach and out of sight, his coat gleaming over the rippling flow of his body, his big cock unsheathed.
With a sad little laugh, she turned back toward the kitchen, pushing the slacks down, and pausing to draw her shapely legs from them, a narrow pair of mauve panties clinging to the fullness of her uptilted ass and to the ripe mound of her agitated cunt Dropping the slacks over a high stool, she drew a glass of water, glancing over at the washing machine thoughtfully, her free hand pressing between her panties and the pale lavender of her pullover sweater, slowly stroking the firm curve of her belly. With a small shrug of resignation, she stepped in front of the machine, leaning forward to switch it on, her loins and upper thighs pressing against the turquoise colored metal that began to vibrate steadily against her.
She set the glass on the counter and pressed her palms to the top of the washer. Her arms straightened, her shoulders raised, and her face lowered as the rhythmic quakings of the washer dominated the pulsings of her nook, filling it and sending tremors through her clit. She sipped air through her lips, her head gradually lifting as the resonance of the vibrations echoed within her depths, quickening her pulse. Her eyes closed to the dizzying rise of her arousal into pleasure, and then ecstasy, her flesh feverish as an orgasm began to blossom within the undulating recesses of her underbelly, flowering out through her whole body and seeping into her brain. Her clit burned with the relentless shakings, her juices drenching it.
She groaned, thrusting her hips against the metal, her teeth sinking into her now pouting lower lip's fellness, her face lifting toward the ceiling as she stiffened, shaking with the vibrations of the washer. The orgasm overwhelmed her, overpowering her mind and senses to its frenzied push and shove. Tiffany became one with the quickening pulsations and gasped, her nails clawing the metal as her knees buckled. Her bare feet slid back on the linoleum, her body curving forward with the powerful seizures of her climax. Her arms were against the top of the washer as she dropped to her knees, hugging the steady trembling of the machine until she dropped back and to her side, sprawled on the floor as she gasped for breath. Her senses reeled in the aftermath of her release, her flesh buzzing, her face flushed. The mauve panties were damp over her slit, which now appeared to be cerise through the translucence of the fabric.
Slowly, her breathing returned to normal, and she pushed herself onto one arm to regain her sense of balance, her eyes focusing on the washer. The sound of its engine was a regulated hum within the silence of the room. She stood and took a long drink of water.
"Still the frustrated housewife," she muttered with a short chuckle, shrugged, put the glass down, and moved toward her bedroom. She came to an abrupt halt as she looked out through her window to see the teenager walking down toward the side of her house at an angle indicating he was heading toward the beach. "Maybe -- " she blurted, her heart pounding with excitement. She looked down at herself for a moment before moving quickly to a chest of drawers, tugging her sweat .?ever her head and off.
Tiffany leaded forward, pushing her panties down her hips and legs to let them drop around her ankles, kicking them away as she took from a drawer the swimming suit Lisa had given her in commemoration of their afternoon on the sundeck. Reaching back to unhook her bra, which was a size to small for her, she looked down as her breasts pushed out from the binding hold, the cloth dropping away, its outline showing as pink indentations in the creamy softness of her tits that stung pleasantly. Letting the bra fall to the floor, she glanced out through the parted curtains to see the boy turning toward the back of the house, and she quickly slipped into the top of what Lisa had told her was to be the successor to the tango, or string bikini, the thong.
The pencil thin halter strap led down to the very rims of her aureolas before widening into narrow triangles that curved under the full teardrops of her breasts, their bases merging with the slender strap that tied at the back. She stepped into the latex bottoms and drew them up her long legs, the slender crotch pressing up against the underarch of her torso. The narrow strip of the rear pulled up between her rounded ass cheeks, leaving them completely bare, the cloth widening slightly from the cleft above to the narrow waistband at the small of her back that circled her body, curving slightly downward in front to rim just under the deep socket of her raised navel The cobalt blue descended in a narrow triangle that left the outsides of her stomach's base and her abdomen's outsides bare, as it did the shallows between her hips and upper thighs and the rise of her pubes, just wide enough to cover the wispy plume of her muff. The sides of her body were naked but for the slender straps and waistband.
She looked down at the pink markings left by her bra, only those along the undersides concealed, and she shrugged with a smile as she moved back toward the sliding doors, deciding that the lines might suggest her sexual leanings to the boy. Her naked fanny quivered firmly, the bottom pulled tight between them and against her anus.
Stepping out through the still open door, she paused, seeing the youth at the edge of the bluff, squatting down beside Chino, the dog sitting beside him, the boy speaking to the big Alsatian. The dog's mouth shifted, and she had the strange feeling that they were talking about her. Shaking the thought from her head, she stepped to the side to busy her hands with adjusting the lounge chair on the patio, the flagging, rough against the soles of her slender feet Her breathing was tight as she hoped that he would see the near nakedness of her body and would respond to her display.
He stood, the dog moving back down the bluff from sight, and began to walk toward her. Her heart pounded, her mouth dry, and she forced herself to look toward him with an expression of surprise at seeing him again. She could not see his eyes behind the lens of his sunglasses, a subtle smile on his lips as he continued toward her with a relaxed stride. His jeans loosened around the bulge of his genitals with one step, and tightened around them with the next. Tiffany had to pull her eyes up from the alternating view. She saw Chino back at the bluff's edge, his side toward them, his erect cock visible, his eyes turned toward them. She swallowed hard, looking back to the boy's face as he stopped at the edge of the patio.
"You shouldn't have gotten out so early," she heard herself saying.
"Your yard needs tending," he said, bypassing her invitation to small talk
"Uh, yes," she nodded, glancing around at the high grass, "I can't seem to be able to ... do it. Could -- could I hire you to?" she asked, not thinking about the yard, her hand lifting to the oval of the bronzed chain necklace she had not removed, feeling the soft warmth of her swollen breast against the inside of her forearm. His eyes were just visible behind his glasses, staring deeply into her eyes as if to read her thoughts.
"What would you give me?" he asked, his voice caressing her.
"Whatever you want," she said, her voice just audible, her fingers sliding from the necklace to touch the soft pink line her bra had left on her near naked breast.
"Whatever I want?" he said, his words more of a consideration of the implications than a question.
"I mean ... whatever you think ... it's worth."
"More than you'd be willing to give," he said.
"What would that be?" she asked, mystified. A trace of a smile played upon his lips, his eyes dropping for an instant along her body's soft shapliness and the exposure of its graceful vulnerability.
"We'll discuss that tomorrow," he said, and started to turn back toward the bluff. "I'll leave you to your -- sunbathing now."
"Tomorrow?" she asked quickly, confused.
"I don't have a mower or anything with me," he pointed out. She slowly nodded, watching him move away, her thoughts and desires blurred. He started down the slope, gradually moving from her line of vision, Chino following him, and she realized that he was going down for a swim, and that he had not been carrying a swimsuit or towel.
She turned, and went inside, her legs unsteady as she moved up the stairs to the landing and into the converted attic to go to the wall-length window that gave her a view of the beach where he now stood, the Alsatian at his side. Had his remarks meant that he understood what she wanted? Or was he as oblivious to her wants as Jeb had been? Was he just an inexperienced boy playing at coolness?
The questions faded from her mind as he drew his tank top up and off, his back muscles shifting, and reached around in front of him to open his belt and pants before leaning forward to push the jeans from his hips, the sides of his buttocks indenting. He stepped out of them, his tanned swimmer's body lithely strong. Tiffany wished he would at least turn to the side, not even thinking about him looking back to see her framed behind the glass, her legs apart, her one hand pressing into the cradle of her full hips against the lushness of her loins, and under the narrow triangle of her bottom. She shoved the latex over between hip and torso, baring the damp chestnut plume and her slit, her fingers pressing into the aching warmth of her hive, slowly turning and pressing into the pink heat as she watched him move out into the surf, Chino bounding along beside him. Her eyes glazed with the heat raging through her.
She groaned, the boy and the dog leaping out into the low waves, the sun gleaming off the water and the spray concealing his loins with dancing light from her eyes before they closed. She groaned from deep in her chest, grasping the window frame for support, the rich juices of her release shining on her fingers, the latex pressing her cunt further out from the supple arch of her lips. Gasping, her breasts straining against the &nag hold of the snit's top, she forced her eyes open, unable to see either the boy or Chino, both seeming to have disappeared into the flarings of light
The next morning, Tiffany awoke with the memory of the boy behind her eyelids, and she smiled with expectation at his return to take care of her yard. She sat up, throwing the covers away from her naked body, invigorated, and went into her bathroom to run a bath, the bright sunlight glowing from her hair. She wondered how long it would take him to make his move, and how long it would take him to grasp her wants, if he did not already. She lazed in the tub, immersed in a perfumed bubble bath, feeling the tiny bubbles burst and foam against her flesh as the scents soaked into her pores. Then she shampooed her hair and her bush with a complimentarily scented shampoo, fluff drying the silky curlings of her foliage until it was like a baby's down over the ripeness of her mound, shining golden with the sun.
Brushing out the soft waves of her hair, she wondered if she could muster the courage to approach him directly, if it proved necessary. She stood before her full length mirror and fastened the collar she had seen and dreamed about, and finally purchased before moving. The two-inch wide length of leather circled the delicate column of her neck, the silver studs catching the light as she fastened the clasp made with an old-fashioned key. Dropping her arms to her sides, she appraised the lustrous softness of her features, the artful application of her makeup, the black-leather-encircled length of her throat, her slender shoulders, the vulnerable fullness of her breasts with their near invisible aureoles, and the shell pink nubs of her nipples, the pliant curve of her belly within the frame of her narrow waist, the glossily hazed succulence of her canny within the full cradle of her hips. Her long clit already pulsed within the delicate gap at the juncture of her long and shapely legs. She bared her long and graceful hands and her high arched feet.
She slipped her arms into the sleeves of a light jersey shirt-dress, gradually closing it over her body as she buttoned it up to the centers of her breasts, the silvered-burgandy fabric caressing her otherwise bare flesh. She belted it with a slender chain of silver links, leaving her feet unshod. She hoped that the sensual draping of the dress would arouse him and that the collar and chain would alert him.
Forcing back the urge to pace. about, she sat in a straight-backed chair for several hours, containing her restlessness, savoring the anticipation that fevered her flesh and swelled the teardrops of her breasts. Then, she finally heard a pick-up truck pull into her drive, a door open and close. She counted off the steps to her door, the sound of the doorbell reverberating through her, a finny of pleasure sweeping through her. Opening the door, her eyes met his, the lens of his sun-glasses between.
"Are you ready for me to start?" he asked.
"Yes," she whispered.
"In front or back first?" he asked, the resonance of his voice like a low growl.
"Whichever you want first," she answered.
"The back I think. I noticed it yesterday when you were out sunbathing," he said, the image of her naked ass cheeks lashing in her mind, and she again felt the pull of the bottom of the Conga between them.
"I'll try and do a job you'll be satisfied with," he said, and she nodded, unable to form words. He turned to return to his truck. Her hand clenched around the doorknob, the urge to cry out for him to delay no longer aching within her, but she contained it, tasting the intensification of her desire.
Slowly, she closed the front door, blood pounding in her head. She turned to move back toward the sliding glass doors where she stood to watch him move a hand mower to the rear of the house. He walked parallel to the back of the house, pushing the mower ahead of him, the blades chirping as the grass showered back, the muscles in his arms in relief. Her breathing was deep, her nipples erect against the bodice of the shirt-dress. He paused, his rust colored T-shirt damp down the center of his back. He grasped the bottom of it to raise it up along his contoured stomach, his slats, the firmness of his chest, and off, his sunglasses in one hand, the sun gleaming from his sweat-dampened, tanned flesh. His jeans rode low on his hips, the top of his abdomen bared, guiding her eyes down past the circle of beaten copper buckling his wide belt to the outline of his big cock and balls against his jeans.
She softly chewed her lower lip, her hands tight around her elbows, her forearms crossed over the top of her tightened belly, her slit damp under the thin covering of the shirt dress. She watched him move back and forth, moving closer with each passage, the bright blues of sea and sky merging behind him. He seemed unaware of her examination of his gleaming body, of the shifting of his muscles.
Realizing that he was about to move around to the side of the house where her bedroom was located, she turned from the glass doors and went into her room where she opened the drapes at the center of the wide windows, turned her dressing table mirror at an angle, and opened the slatted window in the bathroom. Pausing a moment to consider whether or not she needed to do more, she went back to the patio doors, slipping the buttons of the shirt-dress from their eyelets until it was open down to her waist.
I'm going to take a shower," she said, forcing herself to speak audibly. The boy was almost finished with the back. She began to unfasten her chain belt. "Call out if there's anything you want," she said, and he nodded, glancing toward her.
Reluctantly, she turned, the open dress curving out from her body to provide a profiled view of most of her left breast. She went into the bedroom, hearing the steady rattle of the mower's wheels and the rhythmic singing of the blades. Putting the chain atop her dresser, she paused, waiting until she heard the mower move around to the side of the house, and then began to slip the next button free. Her eyes were on the mirror that would give her a view of him outside, feeling a brief chill of fear as she caught a glimpse of him moving past the opening of the drapes, thus exposing herself to the boy who was a relative stranger.
Her fingers remained on the next button as she heard sounds from his pick-up, and then the sound of a power mower starting up. He moved back into view, beginning to mow the grass alongside the house, and she saw him glance toward her in passing, her position giving him a three-quarter rear view of her. What was he thinking?
He continued do. Tiffany catching a glimpse of him through the open bathroom window. She slipped the button over her abdomen free. He came back by the bedroom window, slowing, and she freed the button over her pulsing canny. He paused, his .eyes hidden behind his sunglasses as she opened the next button. She slipped the shift dress from her shoulders, and it slid downward, giving him a view of one breast, her nipples erect. Did he find it attractive, beautiful in the pillowy lushness of its symmetry?
She could only see him from mid-stomach up, the hands that turned the handle controls gunning the engine of the mower out of her line of vision. Was he imagining playing his tongue over the catered rise of her nipple, his mouth expanding to swallow the creamy fruit of her breast, his teeth biting into its delicious fullness, his mouth tightening around it to savor her taste? Had he pushed his hand into his jeans, she wondered, wishing she could see that part of him? The limited frame of his image easily allowed her to imagine that he was fully naked rather than only stripped to the waist, the sun shimmering from his lithe young body.
Had he, in fact, opened his jeans to grip his swollen cock? Was he clutching it wantonly, unconcerned that he might be seen by someone passing by? Was he sliding his hand up and down, jerking the length of his engorged sex, seeking release as she desired to, neither able to initiate the confrontation of their desires, his come spilling like pearls on the emerald blades of grass? Or had he already come in his jeans, his spend spreading a dark design over the crotch? Was he imagining his hands moving down her supple back and over the rounded cheeks of her ass as she let the dress fall, the jersey whispering against her silky flesh, following the cloth with his strong hands down her long legs?
Was he desiring her hair brushing against his thighs like threadings of electricity, seeing her go to her knees before him, her mouth opening to cap the bulb of his rod, circling the hard, quivering length of his shaft, her cheeks drawn in to suck upon the swollen pipe? Was he envisioning the circle of her lips moving to the crest of his pubic hair, as she was envisioning it, hoping for it and his command for her to take him into her throat, choking her with his thickness, his juices erupting to fill her mouth with his taste?
Feeling dizzy, the rumble of the mower was no longer consciously heard, she sat down on the oblong stool before her vanity, the window to her side. Drawing her legs up onto the edge, she wrapped her arms around them, resting her chin atop her knees, her breasts pressed against her thighs, squeezing out to the sides. Taking a deep breath to clear her head, she stood, her swinging fanny presented for his inspection as she moved toward the bathroom.
She stepped into the stall, leaving the frosted glass door open as she turned the water on. Lathering a wash cloth, she kept her back toward the. open window, a light breeze coming through to raise goose-bumps along her back, the flesh of her uptilted ass tightening, the water flowing over her. She moved the cloth over her breasts and belly with near urgency, feeling some relief from her mounting arousal as she pressed firmly against herself, the lather obscuring the details of her nipples,. her navel, and then her nook.
Slowly, she turned, catching a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye. Stretching and bending, she ran the cloth over her splendid body, her nipples burning beneath the cool froth, her cunt throbbing under the lathered foliage of her muff. Had he had enough of a build-up, the tease of now-you-see-it, now-you-don't?
Straightening, Tiffany let the fine spray strike one shoulder, the soap sliding down toward the nipple of her left breast Gradually, she began to turn toward the window, the spray moving over her chest, the soap suds flowing away, unveiling the wonderous beauty of her body. Like a waterfall, the soapy water slid down over her belly and into the gleaming curlings of her plume, spilling from the hair as it was slackened down against the richness of her mound. In a few moments, the soap was gone, and her wet body was presented for his eyes to feast upon, unhampered.
A fine mist veiled her hair, and she shook it away, creating a momentary halo of light. Cupping her hands under her breasts, she drew her thumbs down the firm slopes toward her water-crinkled nipples, pressing the beads of water toward the shell pink buds from which they reluctantly spilled. Her thumbs pressed against her hands, catching her nipples between. She pulled her hands away, plucking the stinging nubs, a flash of pleasured relief going through her. Her. hands moved down. to the subtle curve of her stomach and then her cunny's dewy lawn, turning to smooth the hair out to the sides from her slit, the hair clinging as sleekly as a seal's pelt to the plumpness of her pubes.
With a gasp, she suddenly turned, cutting the water off, unable to continue, and she stepped out, grasping a towel. She blinked, her fingers digging into the thick terry cloth as she stared out the window. He had moved away at some point. Maybe he was coming through the house to join her, she thought with a chill of anticipation, but she then heard the sound of the power mower. He was in front of her house, continuing to cut the grass. She let out a sobbing moan of anguished frustration and confusion, quickly biting down on it, refusing to give up, to assume that he was simply uninterested in her.
Methodically, she moved the towel over her, burnishing her flesh, and fluffing her muff dry before returning to the bedroom, refusing to delay by considering why he had not responded, how he had been able to contain himself since he must have known she was intentionally exhibiting herself, telling herself that he was forcing her to try harder, torturing her by prolonging her wait.
The use of scented soap for her shower had enriched the fragrance of her skin and of her plume, making any pause at her dressing table unnecessary. She slipped her arms through the billowy sleeves of a shirt-jacket of transparent, gold chiffon, buttoning the high cuffs, the two buttons below her breasts, and tying the sashed base which was just over her furled navel. The garment was open between her breasts, the points of the wide collar dropping down to obscure the tips of her breasts, the translucent fabric tinting one's view of her golden flesh. She glanced at her reflection for a moment, the shirt-jacket veiling her arms and upper torso, the rest of her still naked. She shifted the collar to see that her nipples appeared to be a soft bronze color seen through the chiffon. She wrapped a Balinese sarong skirt around her waist, the rayon falling to her ankles from the fullness of her hips, muted oranges and golds against black. She put her collar back on that she had removed before entering the bathroom, and went into the living room, the sound of Abe mower growing louder as she approached the front door.
"Would you like something to drink?" she asked, standing framed in the doorway as she looked out at the boy, his tanned flesh bathed in his sweat, the sun-light glowing from the ripple of his supple muscles.
He nodded, looking toward her, her upper body revealed through the shut jacket, her midriff bare, and her legs silhouetted beneath the sarong skirt, the sun passing through from behind her. He cut the mower off, moving it into the shade as he walked toward her, her eyes on the shifting of his damp body, able to see him leaving a swimming pool without difficulty. She stepped back, turning to move toward the kitchen.
"What would you like ..." she began, realizing she did not know his name. "Uh, my name's Tiffany," she said with a nervous smile, glancing back over her shoulder.
"Some iced tea, if you have it," he said, ignoring the lead-in for him to give her his name, his sunglasses still on in the shadowed portion of the room he stood in, his wet skin reflecting colors from around him. "But I could use a towel first," he added, and she turned, moving into the bedroom without hesitation to take one of the heavy towels from her bathroom. She returned to him, lifting the towel toward him. "Do it for me, would you," he said, his voice soft, the room seeming very quiet after the running of the power mower.
Her lips parted, her breathing ragged as his words sank in, and she slowly nodded, her eyes filled with hope. She pressed the thick pile to his body, feeling the firmness of his shoulders through the burgundy. She pressed her hands against his chest, drawing the towel over his warm flesh, drying the patina of sweat from him. Her breath quivered between her lips as she stared down at his defined belly, the heels of her hands pressing down toward the copper oval and the heavy leather belt it buckled.
Swallowing hard, she slid the towel to the sides, and up over his ribs, and beneath his arms, feeling the steady pulse in his underarms, stroking his flesh. Dizzy with arousal, she circled his arms within her hands, sliding the towel down to his hands, which she held between her palms. Her breasts straining out against the thin stuff of her shirt jacket, she looked back to the lens of his sunglasses, only his deepened breathing suggesting that she had provoked any response.
"My back," he said, and she moved around him, her legs unsteady.
She clutched the towel tightly as she lifted it to his shoulders, forcing herself to relax her hands so that she could stroke his sweat from them, from his shoulder blades, and from the small of his back. She felt the tones of his muscles, fighting back the urge to suck his taste from his shoulder. Her hands came down against the waistband of his slacks and his wide belt.
"The swears run down the shallow of my spine, and into the base at the top of my ass," he said, and she blinked as the muscles in the backs of his arms and those in his shoulders shifted. His hands moved in front of him to unbuckle his belt and open his pants, the sound of the copper tongue against the oval, and that of the tab pulling down between the teeth of the zipper seeming thunderous to her ears.
The waistband of the jeans dropped back away from his flesh, the cloth opening for her hands to dry the sweat from the cleft of his buttocks. She trembled, her arms feeling heavy as she raised her hands to the rim of the cloth, widening the gap, her graceful hands moving down behind the cloth and against the tops of his buttocks. Her long fingers pressed in against the flat base of his spine to rub against it through the cloth that absorbed the dampness.
He pressed his hands against the sides of the jeans, and they dropped from his ass, giving her freedom of motion, baring his tanned cheeks to her surprised gaze. Her thoughts whirled; her hands wanting to press down over his buttocks, but she awaited his word, knowing that his cock and his balls were exposed on the other side of him, the view so close, and yet so far.
"Thanks," he said, and she watched incredulously as the jeans lifted up over his backside, the sound of zipper and buckle repeated as he closed his jeans back. Tiffany wanted to cry out for mercy, to beg him to torture her no more with this waiting that left her feverish, her cunt drenched with her secretions. Perhaps she had just passed up his invitation to act, not recognizing it, she thought with a wrenching tightness in her chest.
"The tea?" he said, reminding her as he took a step away from her, turning to look back at her, the ambiguous smile again touching his mouth.
She nodded mutely and moved forward like a sleep-walker, going into the kitchen to fix the tea, her eyes glazed, her mind in a fog. Having prepared it without thought, she handed him his glass of tea, and he moved back several feet into the shadows to sit down facing toward her. He removed his sunglasses, the light gleaming from the glass as he took a drink, but she could not see him clearly. She took a step back, uncertain as to what to do or say. She was standing in the bright sunlight spilling through the window at an angle from her that caused it to glare at the sides of her eyes, forcing her to squint, the light stoning through the gold chiffon to illuminate her aching breasts, and through her sarong skirt to outline her shapely legs for the boy. She started to move, but the sound of his voice flowing out from the shadows stilled her, his quiet, conversational tone entrancing her.
"It's interesting how some women sometimes entertain fantasies, daydreams about things that they might be timid about in reality, or about things they might find truly ugly if actually happening to them. That's the thing about fantasies, isn't it? That the ugliness can be eliminated, no bothersome shell to go through for the kernel, guilt or shame disappearing with the only witness, the phantoms of the day-dreams," he observed, pausing to take another drink.
"You -- you're very perceptive ..." she whispered, dunned.
"For my age?" he said, finishing it for her with amusement. She blushed with embarrassment
Do you think that that these women might like to ... pretend with someone they could trust, that they would want to be with, that could play their role without harming the woman?" she asked, the words tumbling from her quickly, understood by her only as she heard them drawn from her.
"Yes, if those points were understood, and agreed upon beforehand by both parties," he answered. "Are we speaking of force, of domination and submission?" he asked, and she nodded. "Be more specific about your desires," he directed.
"I don't want to be injured ... marked," she said, having difficulty finding the words she wanted.
"Of course not," he replied, "nor have I the desire to do so."
"I -- " she began, exhilarated. "Then the ... the specifics are up to you. I want to satisfy your desires, to obey your wants, to give you pleasure."
"Yes," he said slowly, "to give you pleasure," and he stood, setting the iced tea down, and putting his sunglasses back on. "I'll finish the yard tomorrow," he said, turning toward the door, and her eyes widened with shock as she realized that he was about to leave.
"The element of surprise," he suggested, pausing in the doorway, smiling back at her as if reading her thoughts, and she nodded in agreement after a moment's consideration, seeing that she had desired that element all along without having realized it.
The door closed behind him, and she heard him loading the mowers back into the pick-up, and then the sound of the truck starting up and moving away. She felt a wave of uncertainty wash over her, wondering what she had agreed to, if he really understood what she had meant, if her words had conveyed any of it But as she stood in the silence of the living room she found the doubts becoming anticipation of his return and arousal over what he might be planning.
The light faded from the mom as the sun sank, and she continued to sit waiting, her desire mounting with the passing hours that she filled with vivid considerations of what ecstasies were awaiting her, the question of when he might return ever present
THE MASTER BEDROOM
Tiffany tried to eat, but could find no interest in the food. Restless, she undressed and began to try on different combinations of clothes, seeking something that he might like. But she had not been able to discern his reactions to her sweater and slacks, her Conga bikini, her shirt dress, or even to her transparent shirt jacket and sarong. Finally, with a flash of inspiration that brought a gleeful smile to her face, she decided to dress almost primly, putting on a pleated skirt of pale tan linen that fell to just above her knees, a long sleeved, beige blouse with matching heels, and powder blue panties and bra.
She was hardly able to contain her excitement, and the passing time only increased it. She sat in the expanse of the living room with only the light of the moon spilling through the windows and glass doors for illumination, her body perfectly still, her forearms resting on the arms of her chair, but her breasts rose and fell with her deep breathing. She could see the boy in her mind's eye, his slender strength, his boyishly ragged face, his piercing eyes, his hands, his torso as he removed his T-shirt, his buttocks as he had her dry his back, his leather belt, the outline of his sex against his jeans.
She could see herself kneeling with her wrists bound to her ankles, her shoulders pulled back, her head bowed, the downed nape of her neck emphasized, her knees apart. She closed her eyes, swallowing as the imaginings filled her with more specific arousal. Her nipples hardened, her breasts swollen, her slit damp, her clit erect, her flesh hypersensitive to even the slightest shifting of her clothing. The images consumed her consciousness, sparking flurries of pleasure within her hive. But she forced herself to remain still, to endure the ragings of her cunt without touching herself, without seeking any release, determined to wait for him to come for her.
Finally, she dozes, fatigued from the intensity of her concentration, from two days of mounting desire. Her body relaxed, her head tilting gently to one side, back against the chair's high back.
When she awoke, she took a few minutes to focus her eyes, recalling where she was. From the position of the moon, she knew that it was well past midnight, a breeze carrying the gentle rumbling of the surf inland for her to hear. Straightening, she exhaled slowly, deciding that he was going to make her wait even longer, perhaps till she had half forgotten ever having met him, until it would be a complete surprise. She smiled wanly at the prospect of containing this fiery suspense for an indefinite duration, wondering how her imaginings of what might happen would develop. Their essence was different from those she had entertained while with her ex-husband since they were desperately hoped for alternatives to the present born out of guilt to be actualized out of uncaring lust. The ones she was now having were guesses, possibilities of what might happen when the youth appeared to overpower her body, to direct her actions, to dominate her, and yet to serve her basic desires just as she would dominate the direction of his imagination and actions while submitting to their actualization.
For the first time since her desires for mastery, for being bound and punished, for being the consumed vessel of pleasure had been born, she found herself sensing the complexities, the ambiguities, appreciating them and her own part, feeling warmly accommodating, able to open ripely for the absorption of desires yet unknown, receptive and giving in return, yielding to another's will, and yielding up a harvest of ecstasy.
She came at that moment, an orgasm unfolding like a budding plant within her depths, blossoming through her, germinating the kernel of. her cut, and flowering through her consciousness. Her crevice drenched with her juices, the furrows of her brain inundated with shimmering raptures, her body trembling like a slender tree in a strong wind.
Her lips parted to her stuttering breath, her eyes cloud as she lazed in the afterglow of the brief but stunning orgasm. Dampening her lips, she eased up to her feet and took a deep breath to steady herself before moving toward her bedroom. The stairs to the converted attic to her side, she paused, glancing up as she heard a sound, wondering if it was the creaking of a board from the breeze, or from the weight of a person. Her mind raced with a flash of adrenaline, het heart pounding madly, her breath catching in her throat Suddenly she wondered if she had made a mistake in trusting the boy. What if ...?
The sliding glass doors rattled, and she whirled, her eyes wide. She stilled her breath, realizing it had been the breeze and that she was imply being overanxious. Then, as if in mocking reply to her thought, a second sound came from the top of the darkened stairs.
A chill ran through her, her eyes staring intently up into shadows, seeing nothing. joyous hope blended with uncertain fear.
"Is -- is anyone here?" she asked, forcing herself to give some volume to the words that sought to rattle forth in a wavering whisper. But the only sound she heard was of the murmuring surf and the low whistling of the wind.
Her hands were trembling, her palms damp. Could someone other than the boy be in the house with her, someone totally unknown? Yet, how well known was the boy? Was he tidy aware of the form of her desires since she had only spoken vaguely of them? Did he care anything for her welfare? Fear crawled through her, pricking her flesh.
Is someone here? Up there?" she blurted, her voice shaky, and again there was no reply.
The wind again rattled the glass in the door, and she jumped with a gasp, whirling toward it. Seeing that no one was there, she dosed her eyes to gather herself, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. She looked back to the bead of the stairs, and then at the light on the wall next to them. Carefully, she placed one foot and then the other on the bottom step, then the right on the second. Her arms stretched out as she reached for the switch, reached for the answer to the sounds, for light But none came, and she clicked the switch back and forth, looking up with desperation, the bulb out or ... removed! She moved her foot back from the second step, her fingertips sliding down the wall from the switch. A hand grabbed her by the back of her blouse, and she screamed with shock.
The cloth tore loudly, and she was pulled back-ward off balance, falling, her blouse ripping away from her body, the unseen attacker letting her hit the floor. She whirled, shoving herself up, her heart pounding madly, her eyes scanning the room for her attacker, her shoulders heaving with her breathing. There was no one to be seen, no sound of movement or breathing. Yet, there was no longer any doubt that someone was in the house.
Abruptly, there came a sound from the landing, and her head whipped to the side, her eyes returning to the shadows as she pushed herself up onto unsteady legs. How could the person have gotten down and back up without her having seen them? Bewildered, she could find no answer other than one that constricted her throat, that it was not the boy.
She turned suddenly, running for the sliding doors. A man stepped out between her and the glass, silhouetted, his hand flashing out, grabbing the front of her blouse. She pulled back with a gasp, the remainder of the blouse shredding away from her body. She spun, the left sleeve pulling back along her arm as she fled toward the front door. Something thrust out before her, perhaps a leg, and she tripped over it, stumbling forward to sprawl on the floor.
She grabbed out, clutching a chair for support to thrust herself back up, panic sweeping away all thought. Hands snaked into the waistband of her skirt, pulling her back. She fought against the backward steps. The skirt's button popped free, the waistband cutting into her belly. She strained for freedom. The zipper ripped downward, the cloth tearing, and she was stumbling forward with her own exertion. The linen skirt pulled from her legs as she tumbled against the side of her leather upholstered couch, the heel breaking from one of her shoes.
She turned from the waist, looking back, her mouth opened as she gasped for air. There was no one to be seen, no one to be heard. Slowly, she eased up to her knees, glancing quickly back toward her feet and the ruined heel. She pushed the shoes off, raising her calf up toward her as she reached back. Her full breasts strained against her bra, a patina of perspiration glimmering between the powder blue of it and her matching panties, her belly tight, her nipples burning against the inside of the bra cups. Cautiously, she eased up onto her feet, feeling vulnerable in the openness of the shadowed room, defenseless in the fragile bra and panties.
She dampened her lips, waiting for another attack, for another clutching grab of hands at her near naked body, but none came. She suddenly realized that she did not know what to do.
Confused, she took a hesitant step toward the sliding doors, deciding that part of the room was the best lit. A second step, and she began to feel hopeful of escape. A third, quicker step, and she looked around quickly, but law nothing. A fourth, fifth, Mirth, and seventh steps, and she broke into a run, her eyes fixed on the door handle, her hands going out toward it. Hands suddenly clapped tightly around her ankles, jerking her feet back and out from under her. She fell onto her belly, the wind going out of her, the pile of the carpeting chafing against her flesh as she was pulled back toward the center of the room too quickly to think, much less to turn to look back at her captor.
The hands pulled sharply, shoving as they let go, so that she slid back another foot, the man dropping down atop her, his back toward her head, his knees gripping her hips, his calves dropping back over her upper arms, pinioning her. He was naked, heavy balls brushing over her back. With a groan, she twisted and bucked, seeking to free herself of him, to jerk her arms loose, but he held her securely.
"Such a naughty bitch," he chuckled from deep in his chest, a rumbling, low growl that took her a moment to understand, though she could not place the voice at all. "Such a bitch," he repeated, and strong hands spread over her thinly garbed ass cheeks, squeezing them through the thin nylon, testing the resilience of the rounded globes. His fingertips curled under the cloth at the leggings, his thumbs pressing under the waistband and down against the fullness of her ass. His hands closed, pulling the fabric from her creamy flesh, baring the soft cheeks as the fabric pulled between her legs at the base of her fanny, tightening against the underarch of her body, opening the base of her slit, rubbing against her anus.
She groaned against the carpet, realizing how damp she was as the pull of the taut nylon sent shivers of pleasure through her body. Suddenly, he yanked back and up, the panties digging into her for a moment before the nylon ripped open and away, falling from her hips while holding between her cunt lips and in her anal cleavage, the uptilted spheres of her backside bared.
"Such a, such a naughty cunt," the voice rumbled like distant thunder, and one of the hands roughly pried her ass open to catch the end of the nylon, slowly pulling upward, drawing the smooth cloth over her anus, between her pubes, dampening it with her juices so that it chilled her backside, tightening the aperture of her rectum.
She moaned beneath him, the nylon stroking her quivering nook, damply stroking her ass hole, and she gasped as the panties finally came free of her. His other hand pressed down between her thighs, forcing them to open wide before him, and he curled his fingers into her slit, kneading her ass with the heel, rubbing back against it through the humid quaking of her underbody.
He chuckled, and her eyes opened at the chilling menace in the sound that contradicted the slow caress of her hive. His fingers came free of her, and he slowly wiped them against the smooth pillows of her fanny, disregarding the sensations he had initiated within her canny, carefully painting the tender cheeks with her juices.
"Naughty!" he upped, and his palm came down against her Wet nether cheeks, stinging them with slaps, spanking her, sending quivers through the tightening globes and electric sweepings of pleasure through her depths. She writhed beneath his body's hold, beneath the steady rain of his spanking, coming in a whirlpool of delight.
Then he was gone, and she was not sure if time had passed since the flashings of her orgasm, or if he was standing straddling her body. She wanted to look up, but was afraid to, and so lay still upon the carpet, naked but for her bra, her ass cheeks hot, and pink.
Suddenly, his hand grabbed her by the nape of the neck, pulling her up from the floor and onto her knees, and turning her. They knocked into the side of a tables and a crystal bowl fell from the other side, shattering against the floor neat to the wall. The sound rang in her ears as she was suddenly facing his shadowed body, seeing his massive cock coming at her, coming at her face, the bulbous head forcing her lips apart, opening her teeth, and shoving into her mouth, filling it with its thick bulk, gliding back between her palate and tongue. His fingers curled in her hair, raising her face high, aligning her throat and mouth as he continued to thrust into her, entering her throat. She raised her hands to push him back, fighting for breath, but he slapped her hands away, and she had to fight the panic back, to force herself to relax her throat for air to pass around the huge tool.
"That's right, cunt, very good," the rumbling whisper hissed. "Now suck me off, suck me off good," he demanded, his hands gripping her head, holding her against him as he began to pull back, and thrust, pull and thrust, his hands moving her head against him. Her tongue pressed against his dorsal vein, her cheeks pulling in against his trunk, and she began to suck tightly around him, licking hungrily. Her neck and shoulder muscles ached from her posture, but the rhythm his hands and cock forced upon her began to take hold, overwhelming her, and she groaned as her mouthings became more voracious, the need to draw his come from him becoming urgent, and as overpowering as the strength of his grip, and the hugeness of his cock.
He tensed against her, a low growl working itself free of his chest. She could feel the thick length of him begin to spasm within her throat and mouth, jerking in her as he continued to thrust and pull, thrust and pull, driving deep into her until she felt that he would exit through her broiling cunt. He groaned, and he held her against him, his balls slapping beneath her chin, and he was coming, his shaft trembling in her suckling hold. He pulled back, and his thick spend was blasting into her throat, and then into her mouth, coating her tongue, splattering over the roof of her mouth, inundating her taste buds.
His hands shoved back, releasing his hold on her hair, his knob popping free of her lips, his creamy brew hosing over her face, her throat, and her breasts as she fell back away from him as if in slow motion, seeing the thick globules and threadings of his gizzum coming through the air as his towering prod jabbed convulsively. She groaned, coming again, his juices warm upon her flesh, and she felt the carpet come up against her back.
Then, before she had come fully to rest, the dark figure was looming over her, reaching down to curl his fingers into her bra, gripping it between her swollen tits. He pulled her up, his hand turning, the bra twisting tight around her body, around her breasts. She groped out, wincing at the pain that bordered on pleasure, but le was shoving her away from him as she came to her feet, and toward the couch.
One knee hit the edge of the seat, and she struck the back and one arm. Before she could orient herself, he was behind her, shoving her over the padded arm of the leather upholstered arm. She dropped over it from the waist up, her belly against the smoothness, her head dangling just above the floor, her breasts forced against the tops of her bra cups by gravity.
Stepping around in front of her, he grasped her by the shoulders, lifting her easily, the sofa arm against her belly as he brought her face back to his crotch. She blinked, stunned to see his cock standing out fully erect again or still, she did not know which. She opened her mouth, and he was again filling her mouth and throat with his big cock, her shoulders against his hips as she grasped his hips for support, sucking without any urging this time, determined to please him, not to provoke his anger again, to make sure she satisfied him this time. He began to groan, a low rumbling sound, and his come hosed down her throat as she swallowed fast to keep up with him. Her mouth still filled with the taste of his first climax, her face and throat cool with his come.
His hands opened, and she slid down against his legs to the floor, hanging over the arm of the couch, her ass raised, displayed in all its vulnerability. She heard him step back away from her.
"I -- " she gasped, trying to speak, but feeling fatigued, wanting to know if it was the boy, her mind beginning to clear enough for thoughts, for questions to enter it.
"Can I -- " she began, cutting off as he knelt on the couch between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips. He was shoving his cock up into her drenched cunt, still hard, his palms working against her ass cheeks, his thumbs pressing between them to roll against her anus as his huge prick dilated her snatch, glutting her with his bulk as he slid up and up into her. She gasped with the thrust of his huge tool, and. that it should still be hard, Her eyes widened, her body trembling as he filled her, as she realized that it could not be one man, that there had to be two, and that it then had to be someone other than the boy.
She came, her every nerve ending burning feverishly, her mind in a turmoil of ecstasy and panic. He began to move in her, turning his hips against the softness of her fanny, her underbelly engorged with his churning member, the blood rushing to her head, her snatch gripping and loosening around him. His head slipped over her cervix, his thumbs opening her anus to press in to the first knuckles. She shivered, her bowels filling with lava-like heat as her cunt spasmed around the bobbing immensity of him, unable to move other than around him. Her senses were gripped by the rapturous pleasures sweeping through her, his thick dorsal vein rubbing directly against her long, erect clit, amplifying its pounding pulsations. Her heart wits pounding, her breathing hoarse, the blood pounding in her head, her hands clawing into the carpeting as she began to come, blossoms of fire erupting through her.
His hips bobbed against her, his trunk pumping lightly up into her roiling depths, his thumbs bobbing in counterpoint within the pink bud of her anus. His hands spread over her ass cheeks, his fingers indenting their lush fullness. She sobbed, twisting from the waist, coming again, her mind whirling in the mounting storm of her sensations. His prod moved with a steady beat, plunging within the roiling pull of her canny, racing the pulsing of her clit, sparking more orgasms. Her legs flailed beside his, her face lifting as her arms straightened, her hands pressing against the floor.
Her flushed features tremored with the rising, quickening orgasms blasting through her, filling her with ecstasy. Her mind and Doody joined in a carnal delirium as he plunged into her wet furrow, burying himself within the malleable yield of her quaking depths, planting orgasms that blossomed into ravaging explosions of pleasure, that merged into a thundering, expanding race for the peak. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt her climax approaching, her clit blazing, her recesses contracting and expanding faster and faster, her slit spanning madly around him.
Then, he was coming, his come erupting from his jabbing rod, his hips slamming into her ass cheeks as he groaned, his hands tightening upon her. His thumbs turned in her backside as his prick bucked within her snatch, her climax almost upon her, her orgasms linking.
Then he was pulling back and out of her, leaving her. She cried out with panicked desperation, feeling her climax come to a halt, holding just beyond her reach, denied her as he abandoned her. She sobbed with frustration, her shoulders shuddering.
"P please, no, not yet," she pleaded, turning, trying to raise herself back toward the couch, her position and her disorientation making it hard, her hands clawing at the arm of the couch. "Please don't stop, not now," she begged, and her voice broke as she saw that he had again disappeared from sight, leaving her alone with the aching desire for release, for her climax.
Her arms slid out from under her, and she hung suspended, unable to find the energy to push herself to the outside of the couch's arm or to pull herself upward, and could not even twist the yearning ache of her cunt against the couch for relief.
Her eyes opened. The broken bowl crunched beneath the weight of shoes. He was dressed or getting dressed, preparing to depart, finished with her. At least Jeb had not prolonged her arousal before leaving her frustrated, she thought angrily, bitterly. Then there was silence again, and she wondered if he had left, whoever he was. She heard something else then, and it took a moment for her to realize that it was Chino, the Alsatian, baying at the moon, the breeze carrying his howl into the room, the big dog sounding like The Hound of the Baskervilles reborn, primative savagery given voice. Then the washing machine suddenly came on, its pounding rumble merging with Chino's howling, beast and machine taunting her. She thought that the machine's sound must mean that he had not left, but she was uncertain if it was really on, or if she was hallucinating.
The boy stepped into the moonlight,, and she blinked with overjoyed surprise, seeing the pale light illuminate his lithe body from the back as he fixed himself a drink at the small bar. He turned toward her when he finished, observing her casually as he took a swallow of his drink, showing no signs of fatigue.
"Will -- will you ... again?" she murmured, her eyes beseeching him, awed that he had convinced her via his sexual performance that he was two men.
"Will I what?" he; asked, moving across the room, his prick semi erg gleaming with her juices.
"Fuck me," she blurted. "Fuck me again, please," she asked.
"Okay," he shrugged, took a slow drink, and put the glass down, moving between her legs on the couch.
She felt a surge of relief go through her, her body primed for her climax. She felt his hands spread over her fanny again, his thumbs again pressing into her anus, opening the pink blossom.
"Already been in your snatch, so ..." he mused, and her eyes opened wide as she felt his knob press into her ass, as she remembered the size of his cock, feeling it stiffen against her, easing in as it elongated. He leaned forward against her, and her mouth opened wide, her breath catching in her throat as he began to fill her with his ramrod, stretching her rectum. Her delayed climax wavered before her, her rectum filling with his shaft, stretched with his bulk She groaned, her eyes squinting shut, her hands gripping the carpet, and he continued to slide up into her, her bowels pulsing deeply, phosphorescent heat seeming to fill her.
She twisted against the black leather, her legs slack upon the seat of the couch, her mind blurring with the roiling heat pulsing through her, her senses tilting back and forth on a tightrope between pain and pleasure. He was buried to the hilt within her backside, the churn of the washer and the howl of the dog filling her ears, her thoughts spinning as the sounds seemed, to her, to come from him, connecting with his cock's unflagging readiness to harden, to enter her every orifice, to fill her with his size and his juices, again and again.
He leaned forward, and his fingers curled between her back and her bra strap, gripping it tightly over the hooks, pulling her upward by its hold on her. Her tits flattened out against her chest as the cloth dug into them, chafing the burn of her nipples. She groaned, again immersed in her carnal delirium, hid huge cock moving within her. Her cunt pulled up against the black leather, the harness of her bra squeezing her breasts against her chest.
Suddenly, the bra tore, giving to the strain, and she was plummeting forward for an instant only to have his hands flash around before her, opening to catch her, her fits slapping into his cupped palms, his arms pulling her back up upon impact; raising her. Her eyes closed as the sweltering explosions within her cunt blurred with the implosions, her body shaking feverishly. His hands encased her tits, his fingers digging into them, his prick thrusting and churning in her ass. Her body arched back as he pulled her against him, both on their knees, her belly taut, her clit throbbing, its tip exposed from between her wet cunt lips. He dropped one foot to the floor and turned them, thrusting up from the couch with his other leg, raising them on to their feet, her toes and the pads of her feet sliding over the carpet Her head lolled back against his shoulder, her eyes closed to the overpowering flooding of her senses, her body pinioned against his, his prick beginning to move faster within her.
She cried out, feeling another cock pressing between her vaginal lips, sliding over the pulsing of her long clit, pushing up into her. Vaguely, the question lose in her mind as to how he was able to do this, sure that he was still in her ass, but no longer certain of anything within the maelstrom of her raptures. She trembled, in a frenzy as the immense cock swam up into her depths, stuffing her channel. Her legs were slack, her body hanging upon the spars of the huge, impaling cocks.
She looked back over her shoulder through glazed eyes, forcing her lids up, and saw the boy's face, the ambiguous smile he had given her when first seeing her there again. Drunkenly, she let her head roll back forward, and frowned, seeing his face before her. He was in both her ass and snatch, was gorging her body with his sex, the division between lost to her senses, her whole underbody seeming to have merged into one vast receptacle to accommodate his enormous trunks.
She cried out again, exhausted from the prolongation of her release, realizing that her climax had flowed over her and was not stopping, all her senses fusing into a "single awareness of ecstasy. Her body encompassed all the pleasures she had ever felt, containing his cocks with the dim awareness that she was between the boy and his three-dimensional mirror image, sandwiched between their strong, caressing bodies, held upon their rods. Or was this a part of her delirium, a product of her rapture's? She did not care, did not have the will to try and sort things out even if she had wished to, having surrendered her will to him, to them.
The one in front of her leaned back to lower his face to her breasts, his tongue moving over their tremoring weights, licking the juices from them, the moonlight gleaming from his damp flesh, his lithe muscles in relief. The one behind her turned her face back toward his, his tongue snaking out to bathe her fevered face, to wash the spendings from her fatigued face. She gasped for breath, joy swelling within her, and their mouths covered hers, their identical tongues sliding in to meet hers, their come's flavor vivid. Her tongue curled with theirs, between theirs, and her mouth was filled .with them and the taste of their juice as her underbelly was filled with them, the distance between disappearing for her.
Her entire body was consumed by the implosions and explosions that shook her to the marrow of her bones, all tension gone from her, mouth and cunt and ass open for the flashing thrusts of their tongues and their cocks. Their large balls slapped lightly between her thighs as they eased down to the floor, their knees raised as they shifted their legs over one another's, hers, up and out to the sides as she rested upon the thrustings of their shafts.
Their bodies writhed against hers, enveloping her between them as they came. Their prods jabbed up into her as their thick spend erupted, roiling within the seething shakings of her body, overflowing her. Her mouth widened around their tongues as her climax began to quicken, speeding forward, racing higher and higher, all thought gone, all sense of separation from their bodies gone, past pain and pleasure, weightless, blurring speed, light showering behind her eyelids, their cocks fountaining into her. She vibrated between them, her body possessed by her culmination, her consciousness one with the solar expansion.
A strangled cry broke free of her throat, her lungs heaving for air, and she collapsed between them, dazed and spent Her sense of time lost, she was half-aware of later being lifted in his strong arms to be carried like a child to bed, asleep as he laid her upon the sheets, the boundaries between dreams and reality blurred, her lips curled in a blissful smile.
When she awakened, it was still dark outside, though she was not sure if it was the same night or not. She lay there for several minutes, recalling all that had happened, her body aching dully to remind her of each fall, each grab and tear, of each thrusting entry into her body. She turned her head and saw the boy lying beside her, peacefully asleep, the boyishness in his face dominant, and she smiled with wondrous happiness. His eyes opened, and he looked over at her as if there was nothing unusual about them being together, teenage boy and woman, or about what had led them here, the moonlight soft upon their naked bodies.
"Where's your brother?" she asked softly, and he frowned with a look of confusion. "Your twin," she clarified.
"I don't have any brothers, twin or otherwise," he said. "You must've really been tripping to hallucinate that"
"But ...?" she said, uncertain, and he was rolling over, grasping one of her wrists to lift it up behind her, and she suddenly realized that he was tying her to the bed as she was rolled over onto her stomach.
Panicking as the surprise faded, she struggled to pull free, twisting and pulling as he bound her wrist to the bed frame, her other hand clawing out. His face impassive, he caught her by the wrist and tied it to the opposite corner. He raised up, moving down toward the foot of the bed. She pulled her legs up toward her body, kicking out as he grasped one of her ankles, jerking her leg down. Her breathing was ragged as she fought in a frenzy, tagging at the hold of the ropes, her nipples pulling against the sheets as she was forced into a spread-eagled, defenseless position, her body open and vulnerable as he finished.
Panting, she looked back over her shoulder and saw him slowly draw his wide leather belt from his jeans, letting the pants drop to the floor as he moved toward her, the belt swinging from his hand The moonlight glinted on it, highlighting the pantherish shifting of his lithely powerful body, his big cock silhouetted between his legs. She pulled desperately at the ropes, her eyes wide, her mouth open for her gasping breaths.
"I - I'm sorry, sorry for doubting you," she blurted as ho loomed over her, his eyes on the uptilted globes of her ass. "Forgive me," she pleaded. Her eyes lifted with his arm, the belt flashing through the air, whistling back down. She gasped, the leather slapping across her fanny, a flash of heat going through her. Her fits ground against the texture of the sheets, the spread of her legs holding her cant open against the bed so that her lips chafed against the fabric.
The wide length of the belt came down again, contouring to her rounded ass cheeks, stinging them, the satiny flesh glowing pinkly from the rain of his blows, her mouth pulled wide against the sheets, her body tremoring, her long cut twisting against the bed. Her body raced as the belt smacked against it. His muscles were accented by his movements, pectoral and slat raised as his bleep hardened, his contoured stomach defined, his powerful thighs tight, his huge prod fatting out over her, towing above her. She groaned amidst the waves of heat that thrust her from side to ruder from ecstasy to agony, back and forth until there was no division.
The next blow did not come, and she blinked, anticipating it, and finally looked back from under heavy lids to see him combing onto the bed between her shapely, spread legs. A sigh came from her at the prospect of him entering her again, caring not whether it was in her unit or her ass.
He raised her hips and slid his legs beneath her thighs, stretching out on his back, his hips moving under hers, and her hands tightened, pulling the ropes taut as his prick slid up into her nook, filling her, his dorsal vein stroking her slit: She twisted her loins down upon his, gripping his vast trunk with her vaginal mosses as he thrust up from beneath her.
She caught her breath, the belt slapping lengthwise against her raised ass, doubled in his hand, the sound of the impact louder, sharply cracking. She writhed against him, the belt smacking her ass with each thrust of his tool, in a controlled rhythm his hips rocking side to side. Her heart pounded. The leather kissed her fanny. Her depths throbbed. His thick length rose and fell within her. The blood roared in her ears. Her cunt spasmed with orgasms. She pulled her spread arms and legs tight, clutching the rapes. His body tensed, the looped belt's curve stinging the cleavage of her fanny above the wet splay of her mound that twisted around the veined column of his engorged rod.
They both groaned sharply, coming, his trunk jabbing within her, his spend blasting free of his balls to roar through him, jetting up into her, blending with the frothing of her juices. Her depths convulsed with rapturous release, the belt falling discarded from his hand. Their bodies vibrated together until they went slack, both gasping for air as the culmination eased, blanketing them in bliss. Tiffany no longer cared if he had been alone or not before, her mind lolling in the afterglow of her satiation.
When she awakened nest, it was morning, sunlight filtering in through the batiste drapes. She was upon her back, her ankles unbound, her wrists now tied together above her head, the position raising her soma: lent breasts high on her chest. She felt the bed shift beneath her, wet sliding sounds mixing with soft moans. She blinked free of sleep, confused. She turned her head, her mouth opening with surprise and hurt at what she saw.
He lay embraced with a girl of perhaps sixteen, her petite body undulating sensuously with his, his hands gliding over her body to lovingly caress the pliant domes of her still blossoming breasts. His lips sipped at the pert buds on her nipples, the delectable cushions of her rounded fanny sliding against the sheets as she rubbed her firm little belly against his erect cock. Her slender fingers curled in his hair as her plump, only slightly cleft lips opened over his ear.
"Oh, Gil, you're so-o-o good," the girl murmured, one of his hands moving down into the silky, blonde ringlets of her tight little triangle. His fingers slid into her underslung slit, opening her sugar pink cleave to gently stroke the pearly rise of her clit. The girl moaned against his shoulder, and he raised his face to hers, their lips opening against one another's as they kissed deeply, her fingers curling around the tightened sheath of his trunk, stroking the relief work of the lavender, and the pale blue and pink veins, caressing the light pink, bulbous head, curling her finger-tips in the pelt of his hair, cupping the weights of his large bans. They groaned into one another's mouths, moving slowly, their bodies sinuously stretching and rolling.
They were oblivious to her being there on the bed beside them with her wrists bound together to the top of the framer, her eyes growing wet as she watched him, making love to the girl, his whole manner and approach so different than with her that it almost seemed a mockery of his time with her. Yet her eyes remained upon their young bodies, aroused at the sight of their graceful entwining, at the sight of their nakedness, anguish in her eyes as she watched the girl caressing his cock, and his caressing of her cunny.
PART THREE - DOMINANT DESIRES
"Gil," the girl, had called him, using his name without thought, the name Tiffany had not even been granted the knowledge of. The name echoed through her, the name of the boy who had aroused her to carnal delirium, who had thrust his cock into her mouth, her coat, and her ass, filling her with his immense tool and his juices. He who had ripped her clothes from her, who had ripped her demure facade away to reveal the woman who had thrilled to his perceptive realization of her desires. He who had bound and spanked her, who was now sliding his big rod up into the blonde-crested mound of the girl His lips moved tenderly over the wide domes of the girl's breasts, his lips capping the pert nubs of her rosy pink nipples. The girl's slender fingers caressed his shoulders, her eyes closed to the pleasures of his caresses, to the upward slide of his cock.
Tiffany's wrists pulled at the rope bindings that held her to the head of the bed, her fingernails gouging into her palms as tears filled her eyes. She had surrendered her body and her will to his, and now he was oblivious to her even being there on the bed beside him and the girl. What she felt was not simply jealousy, but also resentment that he was being gentle in his lovemaking that they were rolling over so that the girl straddled his hips.
Tiffany tried to look away, but could not, her eyes remaining on the damp ringlets cuffing his gleaming shaft. The petite but perfectly proportioned girl groaned joyously, her firm little belly undulating with the fires filling the oven of her cunt. Tiffany watched with anguish as the girl came, having to remind herself that she was far closer to his age than she was, knowing that she was the outsider here in her own bed. Her arms tensed above her head, her breasts pulled high by the constrictions of her position, her legs pressed tight around the warm quivering within her own snatch as she saw his face illuminate with his climax. His mouth opened wide as his forehead lined, ecstasy trembling his body as his prod bucked within the girl's convulsing underbelly. His come jetted up into her, the delectable roundness of her pert ass cheeks tightening as she came again. Her long blonde hair swept over her shoulders and his chest, her body arching back from the shuddering fusion of their loins.
The girl eased down atop him, their lips joining in a Ion& breathless kiss as they basked in the aftermath of their climax. They rested, and his face turned toward Tiffany his eyes slowly opening to see her tear-streaked face, reading the emotions flashing from her eyes. He said nothing, expressionless, but reached up and untied her with one hand when the girl slid off on the other side of him.
"Well?" he demanded coolly as she slowly sat up, rubbing her wrists, the girl's blue-green eyes looking at her with boredom.
"Who -- who is she?" Tiffany asked, her anger already fading under the glare of his eyes.
"Oh, have I been derelict in the social graces? Pardon me," he said sarcastically, sitting up, the light gleaming from his still damp cock. "This is Trish Stanford. Trish, this is Tiffany."
"But in my bed -- while ..." Tiffany blurted, her lower jaw tremoring as her hurt feelings came to the fore.
"Listen!" he snapped, abruptly moving toward her, his hand flashing out to grip her by the neck as he rose onto his knees. "I'm not your husband, your fiance, your old man, your boyfriend -- I'm not yours period! You're mine, my whatever you wish to call yourself, and I decide what, when, where and with who I do "something, and what, when, where and with Who you do anything. I haven't forced you to do anything you didn't want to do, and you chose this, agreed to it and if you've changed your mind then tell me now, and Trish and IT split, and that'll be the end of it Well, do you want to end it now, or not?" he demanded.
"N no," she said in a tremerous whisper, her damp eyes raised toward his. "I'm sorry, Gil. Please forgive me?" she pled.
"I don't recall having introduced myself to you," he said sternly.
"I - I'm sorry."
"Trish is the one you should be apologizing to for your childish nonsense," he said, the girl standing now on the other side of the bed. "See if Miss Stanford'll forgive you," he said, and flung her across the bed to tumble off onto the floor, sprawled on her belly before the girl. "If you want to punish her, feel free," he said to the girl, lying bade. "She's yours. Me, I feel like a short nap," he yawned, his eyes closing.
Uncertainly, Tiffany raised herself up off her hands until her nipples were brushing the thick pile of the carpet. She looked up the girl's luxuriant legs, past the silky blonde ringlets of her muff, past her firm little belly, and the still maturing domes of her tits to her face. The girl looked down with lidded eyes, her hands resting on her slender hips.
"I -- I'm sor -- " Tiffany began to apologize to the girl, stopping short as Trish raised one foot to catch Tiffany's lower lip between her first two toes, the soft pads of her lips curling in a smile as she drew Tiffany's full lower lip slowly outward from her teeth and gums, exposing the gleaming pink inside.
"Words are cheap, y'know, Trish said, one slender eyebrow cocking. `Only actions will do if you're t'get my forgiveness, girly," she said, her last word mocking the difference in their ages. "But what sorts action, ay?" she said thoughtfully, letting Tiffany's lip pop free as she lowered her foot, her heel coming to rest on the carpet.
She snared one of the shell pink, cupped. nubs of Tiffany's nipples between her toes, her foot slowly moving side to side, Tiffany wincing as the girl gradually increased the pressure, pinching the hypersensitive bud. Her foot slid back to pull it outward from the gentle rise of her near invisible aureola till she had pulled the lush teardrop of Tiffany's breast high on her chest, elongating the peak until Tiffany's lips pressed tightly together to keep her from moaning.
"Must be somethin', huh?" Trish grinned down at her as she lowered her foot fully to the floor, chafing the ringed tip of Tiffany's burning nipple against the pile of the carpet. She shifted her weight to that foot, lifting the other to curl her toes between Tiffany's lips, opening them and her teeth as if aware of the moan inside seeking release. She smiled happily as she heard it, her toes entering Tiffany's mouth to take hold of her tongue between her big toe and the other four, balancing casually over the woman as she remained on one foot, the ball of the other grazing over the edges of Tiffany's pearly teeth. Tiffany's breathing was ragged, her heart pounding.
"Y'know, you're not going t'win my housekeepin' awards, as messy as this place is," the girl said with a talking sound. "Bet y'spend all your housecleanin' time straddlin' the vacuum cleaner hose, rennin' the thing over the floor only so y'can stroke yourself off with it, right the girl laughed, seeing Tiffany blush at the truth of the girl's guess. "Well, we'll see how y'are at pickin' up," Trish said, dropping her foot from Tiffany's mouth, drawing her tongue out to its full extension before letting go. She jabbed her damp toes into Tiffany's free breast.
"Get up!" she said sharply, continuing to tightly hold Tiffany's nipple between her toes. Tiffany pushed herself up, groaning as her nipple pulled free of the girl's pinching. "No, that's far enough," Trish said as she started to push up from all fours. "Don't want y'to miss anything, sweet thing, so Ill even help. Isn't that nice of me? Isn't it?" she demanded, her eyes narrowing, the rimmed lower lids accenting her glare.
"Yes, thank you," Tiffany answered quickly.
"That's a good bitch," the girl chuckled, slapping her bare hand suddenly against her naked thigh. "C'me on, good girl, get your head patted," she said, leaning slightly forward, and Tiffany raised up onto her knees, the girl's hand rumpling her hair.
"Even let y'do a little nosing," she laughed, her hand directing Tiffany's face between her thighs. Tiffany nuzzled her nose and mouth in the warmth of the girl's low slung slit, her nostrils filling with her scent. She lapped her tongue Into the wet pinkness, suddenly thinking how different her own nook, Lisa's, and the girl's tasted and smelled, liking each, and wondering if each woman's had an individual aroma and flavor. "Down, girl. Down!" Trish said sternly, her words slurring. She inhaled deeply as Tiffany dropped to all fours, arousal mixing with a trace of surprise in her face.
Trish turned, reaching out to the top of Tiffany's vanity. The woman's eyes widened as her chain belt slid off in the girl's grip, the light gleaming from the slender, silver links that clattered softly. The girl moved around beside her, and Tiffany's fingers dug into the carpet as she wondered what she was going to do, a chill of apprehension running through her, remembering that Gil was asleep.
The girl swung one leg over Tiffany's back to straddle her, and she eased down to sit upon her hips, the petite errs weight and the placement of her pert ass cheeks allowing Tiffany to support her weight without strain. Her feet on the floor, the girl leaned forward, her damp slit stroking the base of Tiffany's back Tiffany recalled being with Lisa on the sun-deck, and the feel of her snatch. Holding the chain in both hands, the girl swung it over Tiffany's head and pulled it up against her mouth, forcing it open, the links pulling back against the corners of her mouth. The girl leaned back, her hands sliding over the links, keeping the makeshift reins taut and Tiffany's head pulled up and back so that her eyes were directed straight before her.
Trish raised one foot from the carpet, curling it back and up between Tiffany's thighs to rub her heel against the top of the woman's humid mound, her other foot joining it, Tiffany's knees forced further apart. The girl's slender, rounded thighs pressed against her sides, her calves against her belly. From the corner of her eye, she glimpsed their reflection in her full length mirror, the girl mounted upon her, the silver chain holding her mouth open and her head up, her shoulders raised above her straightened arms, her back curving down and up to the backward thrust of her ass cheeks, Trish's girlishly shapely legs gripping her, her feet back between her thighs, her heels rubbing against her dint lips.
"Come on!" snapped, and she took the ends of the chain In one hand, her other hand slapping back against Tiffany's flank. "Action! I see some lint there in front of you," she directed, and Tiffany moved forward, lifting hands and knees carefully to maintain their balance, and she reached forward to pick up the bit of lint. "There's a hair pin over there," Trish said, pulling the chain to one side, jerking Tiffany's head and movement in that direction, her heels shoving against her hive, her palm slapping against one buttock, her juices cooling against Tiffany's back "No, not with your hand," she said as Tiffany started to reach out. She loosened the tension of the reins, Tiffany's head dropping with relief.
"Snap it up," she said, leaning forward to reach under Tiffany, roughly cling one of her breasts to shove down, forcing her to her elbows. "Come on, come on!" she said, spurring Tiffany on. Tiffany lowered her mouth to the carpet, picking the hairpin up between her lips. "Okay!" the girl said with approval, leaning back. She patted Tiffany's swollen breast approvingly, tugging on the reins as she straightened, Tiffany raising up obediently onto her hands.
They continued to move around the room, Trish pointing out bits of lint, and finally she grew silent. "There's no spirit in you, is there," the girl said sadly, and Tiffany blinked with confusion. "You're like a gelding mare, ready to be put out to pasture, no fight left in you," the girl noted, and Tiffany wondered if she was right. Still, it had been more painful for her to watch him making love to Trish than to crawl beneath her, playing dog and then horse. What did the girl truly want of her, she wondered "Okay!" the girl said with a trace of anger after a few moments, and she dug her knees into Tiffany's sides, her heels jabbing against her cunt. Her free hand reached out to pick up his belt, looping it, and she whipped it back against Tiffany's fanny. "Come on, move! Move! Faster!" she demanded. Tiffany groaned as she moved as fast as she could over the carpet, around the room, her body aching, resentment and anger beginning to return for the girl, to build. She abruptly bucked up against the girl, recalling that she was supposed to be a horse.
Trish swayed, her legs tightening, and Tiffany thrust up off her hands, raising up onto her knees. Trish tumbled back off her to roll away upon the car pet, the belt and chain flying loose from her hands. Gasping, her eyes flaring, Tiffany stared toward the girl, tensed to spring. Trish slowly-raised up, a smile playing on her lips as she looked at Tiffany's angry face, knowing the woman did have an endurance point.
"Took you long enough," Trish laughed, and Tiffany lept at her.
They fell back grappling, Tiffany's weight pressing the girl back, Trish's hands gripping Tiffany's wrists, holding her cawing hands away from her as she drew one leg up to thrust her knee into Tiffany's belly. Tiffany gasped, and Trish shoved to the side, rolling over atop her, one thigh pressing down against her canny. Tiffany gripped it between her own, crying out as Trish dropped her mouth to bite into her tit. She clutched the girl's long blonde hair, pulling her face away, teeth marks lightly marking her tit. She slapped the girl hard across the face, knocking her to the side, and brought her hand back, backhanding her across one of her breast's ripening domes.
Trish cried out, .her leg thrusting and shoving against Tiffany's smith as she sought to free it, her hands clawing but at Tiffany, who caught her by the wrists, her fingernails just grazing one of the shell pink nipples. They rolled over, Tiffany again on top, their bodies gleaming damply from their exertion. Their eyes met as they strained to break the other's hold.
Gradually, they became aware of the pulsing heat in their underbellies as their thighs rubbed against one another's cents. Trish smiled, and Tiffany found herself smiling too. Trish rolled over on top, pressing her wrists down against the carpet to pinion her. Trish lowered her face and thrust her tongue into Tiffany's mouth, her pert, breasts pressing against Tiffany's pliant softness of ripening domes and full teardrops sliding languidly together as Tiffany's legs slipped to the floor. Trish's moved between them as the girl pressed her mound against the opened lips of Tiffany's cunny, golden threadings and wispy curlings of chestnut weaving damply as they moaned into one another's mouths. The girl shivered with exquisite waves of pleasure as she felt Tiffany's long clit rubbing between the lips of her mound. She twisted down, opening herself slightly to allow the tapering lip of the woman's apex to press into her slit and against the pearl of her own clit.
They both gasped, their bodies arching together as the friction of their wet cleaves and cuts sent orgasms showering through them, raptures cascading as their bellies undulated together, their depths contracting, their nipples rubbing, their tits twisting. Tiffany groaned beneath the petite teenager, gasping around the flow of their soft, curling tongues.
Trish's hands slid up from her wrists to her hands, and their fingers linked, their hands tightly gripping as they both shook with the mounting flashes of their climaxes. They held for a moment, their lungs aching, their minds reeling. Their breaths broke from their lips, the tension gone from them, and they went slack, gasping together, Trish's cheek upon Tiffany's.
A few minutes later, Gil got up, inviting Trish to join him for a shower and directing Tiffany to come with them so that she could bathe them. Kneeling in the tub between their young bodies, Tiffany saw them kissing deeply above her as she washed them, but she did not feel either resentment or jealousy this time, knowing that Trish was not her enemy, but an ally of his, of he whom she had given herself to, had given over her desires to.
She moved her soaped hands over both their bodies, but she caressed his with adoration, this being the first time he had allowed her to do so. She felt the strength of his lithe muscles beneath his tanned flesh, stroking his strong legs, his firm buttocks, his lean hips, his contoured belly and hard chest, his arms and hands, and finally his pubic hair, his heavy balls, his thick root, his anus, and then his long, powerful cock. The water flowed over their bodies, her entranced eyes on him as he hardened within her hands, seeing his shaft thicken until the flesh was drawn tight over the lift of veins and the dorsal vein, thrusting out from his body toward Trish's cunny, her silky hair slick against her pubes, and they smiled down at her.
With a feeling of honor, she held his tool out to the girl's cleave, guiding his bulbous knob into Trish's cunt, watching with wonder as he slid his immense length up into the girl. The water raining down over her, Tiffany sat upon her calves, her face lifted so that she could kiss and lick his balls, tasting the girl's secretions as he slid in and out of her. Her lips moved to the side of his thick trunk, to the fevered grippings of the girl's furrow. She caressed their bodies as she kissed and tongued the fusion of their bodies, coming herself as they came, overjoyed for them. She drank down the overspill of their spendings, gulping voraciously of his thick come and the girl's secretions, tongue bathing his still big prick when he eased out of the girl, and drinking more of his gizzum from the goblet of the errs underbelly, licking deep within her until Trish came again.
Drunken with happiness, she dried them and herself off, and they guided her back into the bedroom, positioning her at the foot of the bed as they spoke softly about her, nodding in agreement.
"Time to get dressed to go oat," he said, and nodded toward his and Trish's clothing. Tiffany quickly moved to carry it to them so that she could hold his jeans for him to step into, then zip them up and snap them before sliding his belt back through the loops of his pants. She buttoned his small-checked shirt up from the waistband of his jeans, and folded the sleeves up to just below his elbows, then put his socks and boots on, straddling his legs to clutch each in turn between her thighs as she pulled the rough-out boots onto his feet.
She turned to Trish and slipped a dusty rose, panne velvet pullover down the girl's arms, the scooped neckline dropping to the center bases of Trish's breasts, revealing the inner curves of the succulent domes almost to the rims of her aureoles. The buds of her nipples indented the sheen of the softly clinging garment, the long sleeves billowing out over her forearms. Tiffany adjusted the fit, and then knelt before Trish on one knee, aware of the girl's eyes upon the forward press of her mound that opened her dewy slit. She watched Trish's feet slip into the low-slung black leather pants she held for her, the legs flared from her calves. She slipped one of Trish's feet into her short topped, tooled black leather boots, and glanced up as she cupped the other foot in her palm, their eyes meeting.
With a wanton laugh, Trish pressed toward Tiffany, and the woman's hand willingly guided the delicate foot in the indicated direction, into the damp warmth of her nook, her eyelids flickering as the girl curled her toes around her long cut for a brief caress, then having Tiffany lift her now damp toes to her mouth. Tiffany sipped her juices from the furls of Trish's toes, her eyes closing.
Finally, she slipped Trish's foot into the boot, and stood to buckle a belt of silver conchos around her waist and over the pullover, leaving the zipper and snap of the pants for last, slowly closing them over the golden threadings of Trish's tight little Wangle.
"Now for you," he said, Tiffany confused at the prospect of them dressing her, feeling that they were being too kind to her. But his voice was the same low growl that he had spoken with from the darkness the night before.
Trish took a slender garter belt of delicately patterned Hurel lace, fastening it around Tiffany's full hips, and then caressingly sliding a pair of light beige stockings up her legs to clip them to the straps which were interwoven with silk ribbons. The girl helped her on with a pair of emerald slings with very high heels, and then fastened the studded leather collar around her neck, snapping a pair of bolt hinged, high silver cuffs around .her wrists, their polished surfaces gleaming.
The girl stepped back, and she and the boy nodded approvingly, Tiffany basking in their response to the sight of her in heels; stockings, garter belt, cuffs and collar, her body naked but for the slender band of garter belt and wider bands of her collar and cuffs. Gil tossed a suede Edwardian cut coat to her from her closet; and she put it on, the waist tapered, the hem an inch above her knees.
Without a word, they left the room, and she followed them downstairs and outside, mindless of the exposure of her body, neither having directed her to button the coat. They went around the side of the house to where her car was parked, and Tiffany came to an abrupt halt, her mouth opening with surprise.
Gil's twin sat back against the side of the car, dressed like his brother. Tiffany started to speak, to ask why Gil had lied to her, but she recalled his reaction to her simply doubting him earlier. She knew that it had been for her enjoyment of the idea of having hallucinated the twin, the sudden revelation of his reality thrilling her anew. The memories of their identical cocks filled her, sending a sweetly brief orgasm through her, the unbelievability of the truth overjoying her.
"It wasn't a lie, actually," he smiled at her abruptly. "You were talking to me as if I was Gil," the boy who had just come downstairs smiled.
"But Trish ..." she frowned. "She called. ..."
"I get them confused," the girl giggled, suddenly girlish again.
"I'm Phil," the boy said, and got into the back seat of her convertible from the other side, Trish slipping behind the wheel. Gil motioned for her to get in before him so that she sat between the twin brothers. Trish threw the auto into reverse to swing them back into the street, then drove ahead at a steady clip. Her long blonde hair fanned out behind her head, the brothers looking casually out from their sides of the back seat, the car radio blasting Jimi Hendrix's Are You Experienced? out, the electric guitar sizzling as the words caressed.
They began to pass other cars and trucks, her coat flapping back from her body's exquisite nakedness, her nipples hard from the rush of cool air, her cunny pressed forward between her legs upon the latex upholstery of the seat.
"Take our cocks out for a stroking," Gil directed without looking toward her, and she reached out to either side to open their jeans, drawing the heavy lengths of their tools out into the open so that she could lovingly caress the warm thickness of them, feeling them engorge with blood to stiffen out from the curl of her fingers, filling her hands.
"Off with your coat," Phil said, and she quickly slipped out of it, reluctantly loosening her hold on their prods that jutted up proudly into the air. She followed the directions of their hands, stretching out to lay over their laps. Her pulsing cunny lowered down upon the one's huge staff while she lowered her mouth down around the other's, taking them both fully into her, feeling as if they would meet within her as Phil's bulbous head slid deep into her throat and Gil's went high into her underbelly. She began to suck and lick, her vaginal muscles tightening and loosening as she bobbed herself upon Gil's towering pole. She groaned at the filling movement of their tools, her body sweltering with pleasure, oblivious to the possibility of being seen.
"That truck driver's, really gettin' off on ol' Tiffany," Trish laughed, and Tiffany's eyes opened wide, a blush running the length of her body as she realized the vantage point the man would have for observing them in the convertible. All three laughed at her reaction. "If there was a place to stop, we could offer him a piece," one of the twins chuckled, his voice tight with pleasure. "Say, there's a bus up ahead," the other twin said, "with maybe twenty or so to enjoy her performance."
Tiffany closed her eyes tight, seeking to fight back the feelings of embarrassment and shame, continuing to sack and fuck the twins simultaneously. But part of her continued to be aware of the sounds of trucks and buses as they continued on into heavier traffic, stopping for lights, knowing that pedestrians and other drivers and passengers were all about them. Only the sides of her car Concealed her from their eyes, hiding the sight of an adult woman stretched out in the items she wore. The auto was chauffeured by a teenage girl while teenage boys churned their pricks in her canny and mouth. She trembled at the prospect of discovery, her clit rubbing against the side of Guy's immense shaft.
"Not a lot o'hip action there," Trish observed, braking the auto in neutral at a light so that she could lean back over from the front seat. Tiffany's breath caught as the girl's hands gripped her naked ass cheeks to pull them wide so that she could suddenly spit down against the pink bud of Tiffany's anus, the glob of spittle cool against her warm flesh.
"Need more of a bobbing," the girl suggested, sliding the center finger of one hand into Tiffany's rectum, lubricated with her saliva. A moan vibrated around Phil's rod as Tiffany felt her stroke Guy's through the thin membrane between, a tremor of heat rippling through her bowels. Her nipples twisted against the smooth latex of the seat. The girl turned her finger in a wide orbit, provoking Tiffany to turn her ass in a wider circle, turning upon the large skewer of Guy's thrusting cock.
"That's better," Trish laughed approvingly, popping her finger out of Tiffany's rectum. She gave her a sharp slap across one ass cheek before turning back to the wheel.
Gil and Phil tensed beneath her and groaned as her cunt and mouth drew their come from their balls. Their bodies shuddered with waves of ecstatic heat, and their spend roared through them, their groans tightening. Tiffany continued to beckon the thick juice as it blasted up through her cunny that gripped the jerking of Gil's mammoth ramrod, and down her throat, seeming to converge in the roiling of her depths, sending them into a convulsive frenzy that sent lightning flashes of rapture coursing through her body, moving her more urgently upon them to draw the, last of their spunk from them as she too came. A cry gargled up around Phil's jetting rod, her mind swept by the lashings of her climax.
Recovering from the delicious fatigue of their release, Tiffany slipped from their bodies to kneel on the floor of the back seat, tongue bathing the mix of her saliva and Phil's spend from his sex, and the mix of her juices and Gil's from his prod before reverently returning the big columns to the hold of their jeans, the auto slowing, turning, and coming to a stop.
"Button up, cock sucker," Phil said, and he and his brother opened their doors, stepping out into the parking lot of the grocery store where she had first seen Gil -- or had it been Gil, she wondered.
The coat, buttoned from just above her breasts to an inch and a half from the hem, gave the impression that she was clothed beneath it, her heels and stockings adding to that suggestion. The boys slid their arms around Trish's shoulders, her arms around their waists. They spoke and laughed together on the way into the store, Tiffany following behind. There were only a few customers inside, and Gil took a cart as they moved up the produce aisle, .glancing over the fruits and vegetables. Tiffany vividly recalled having first seen Gil standing there, facing away at an angle from her as she shyly wrestled with the instantaneous arousal that she had felt and which she still did not quite understand. She was able to identify it only as instinctive, a twinge going through her at the idea that none of what had happened since would have occurred if he had not approached her, responding to her expression, and perhaps to his own instincts, perceiving her nature.
Trish glanced around, Gil opening Tiffany's frock coat from the base of her belly to beneath the juncture of her thighs. Phil turned from the bins of vegetables, rubbing a large cucumber against his sleeve until its smooth surface gleamed like fade, and he pressed it against the wispy curlings of her plume, opening the full mound of her sex to slide it up into her. Tiffany's feet spread so that she could contain the thick length, her mouth opening as her eyes closed, her cunny spasming around the organic dildo. She swayed drunkenly, containing the cucumber in the sleeving of her spasming hive, Phil buttoning her coat back up.
"You hold that for us much better'n a cart," Gil smiled. Trish took one of the plastic bags for vegetables as they continued on. Tiffany had to concentrate on the placement of her feet as she walked, each step shifting the long bulk within her nook, sending tremors of pleasure through her. They moved into the next aisle, passing a few customers who glanced at Tiffany's flushed, glassy-eyed face with curiosity, shrugging it off as they moved on.
Again entering an empty aisle, Tiffany opened her coat at Gil's direction down to her navel, Trish lifting a spray can to coat one nipple with whipped cream, then licking and sacking it from the cupped nub, Tiffany moaning softly with pleasure.
"Seems tasty," Trish nodded, dropping the can into the cart. "Button up," she smiled at Tiffany, and they continued on through the store. Gil walked close behind her, drawing the coat up from the backs of her thighs to reach beneath it, kneading her ass cheeks. They entered a shorter aisle that ran into an aisle running in the other direction.
"Open your coat," Gil told her, slipping his center finger up between her uptilted ass cheeks and into the aperture of her anus.
Squinting at the flashes of delicious warmth his finger and the cucumber sent through her, Tiffany obeyed, the suede opening from her lovely body. Phil gripped the end of the cucumber in his fingers, and turned it from side to side as he slid it out of her, bringing a rasping gasp from her. Trish held the plastic bag out, and he dropped the gleaming vegetable into it, her juices coating it. She caught her breath, swallowing hard as Guy removed his finger.
"All right;" Gil said, "put your hands on your hips, like this, holding the coat open from the front of your bod, and face the shelf at an angle like ... this," he directed, moving "her to the desired position, a foot and a half out from the rows of boxes, angled toward the cross aisle. "Stand just like that, reading labels, until we come back for you. And if someone should happen by, and see you," he smiled, "you go down on 'em no matter who, regardless of sex, age, or anything," he concluded, and they moved out of the aisle, and from sight, leaving her there.
The minutes ticked by, her naked breasts and cunt on display for anyone who might happen by from the right angle. She bit her lower lip, suddenly wondering if they had perhaps deserted her there to fend for herself, perhaps to be arrested, the length of time they had been gone lost to her. She calmed herself, fighting back the panic. Then, she heard someone come into the aisle.
The person moved toward her, and Tiffany saw that it was an elderly woman, glancing from the corner of her eye. Her heart pounded, the woman coming closer and closer, nearer and nearer to discovering her. Tiffany tried to prepare herself as to how to begin eating the woman, a breath of relief escaping her as the woman turned at the end of the aisle, not having noticed Tiffany's exhibitionism. More time passed, Tiffany wondering if the three teenagers would ever return, or if they were watching from some hidden observation spot. Three children suddenly ran into the aisle, laughing and yelling, Tiffany tensing, but they continued past.
She began to feel uncomfortable from maintaining her pose for so long, an air conditioning vent sending a draft against her naked flesh, chilling her while she remained hot with arousal, the conflict of temperatures sending a chill along her back. She blinked, realizing that, in that moment, another shopper had entered the aisle, the wheels of a cart creaking toward her. She looked from the corner of her eye, and saw that it was a big man, the light gleaming from the velvet sheen of his afro, his flesh like polished mahogany. He continued toward her, and out of her range of vision, moving behind her.
She dampened her lips, expectation shortening her breathing. The sound of the cart continued past her, her eyes straining to her other side, waiting for him to come into view. He continued up the aisle, his back toward her, and started to turn into the cross aisle, but paused, taking a step back as he looked toward the shelves she faced, reaching out for a package.
He froze, his head snapping toward her as he saw the vulnerable beauty. of her body, of her erect nipples, wide breasts, firmly curved belly, chestnut plume, and stockinged legs. He stared at her in stunned amazement, his cock going hard against the crotch of his slacks, and Tiffany turned toward him, her hands slipping from her hips.
She went down to one knee before the stranger, unzipping his trousers. She worked his big, engorged tool free, the dark head capping the veined thrust of his trunk. He looked down in bewilderment and delight as her soft lips touched at his knob, her fingers caressing him, her tongue licking the cleft of his head and his dorsal vein. His fingers curled in the soft waves of her hair as she began to draw his thick column into her suckling mouth, her cheeks sliding against his shaft. Her fingers moved down to roll his huge balls in her palms, her throat aligning with her mouth so that she could take the whole of his big prod into her voraciously knowing mouth, biding his come to erupt from his nuts. Her tongue curled and stroked along and an and his shaft, her breath rustling over his knob.
His eyes closed as she skillfully increased his arousal, his hands tightening in her hair, his head lolling back, waves of ecstasy pounding out from the throb of his tool. He groaned, swaying, his spend straining for release as she continued giving him head. His teeth clenched, his back arching, and his hips thrust forward, his cock spasming in her mouth and throat. He was coming, his spend gushing down her throat, spewing into her belly. Her hands moved to balance him as he swayed in the maelstrom of his climax, Tiffany coming too.
She continued sucking him till she had swallowed the last drop of his thick gizzum, his breathing ragged. She eased his rod back into his trousers, zipping him up as he stood. He blinked in amazement as she returned to her position before the shelf, hands on her hips. He started to speak, then shook his head, deciding not to question good fortune, and continued on out of the aisle.
"Button the coat down to your waist," one of the twins said from behind her, and Tiffany started, not having heard his approach. But she quickly complied, wondering if they had been pleased by her actions.
Only two of the checkout lanes were open, and they pushed their cart into one that a girl of around sixteen stood at, the name tag on her uniform blouse reading: Marsha Kincaid. Thick waves of coal black hair spilled around her shoulders, highlighted with steely blues, dark brown almond-shaped eyes looking out at them from a tropically beautiful face that suggested that she was, perhaps, part Philippino.
As the twins had directed, Tiffany let a package of jam-filled pies drop from her hand, and she slowly sat down until her buttocks almost touched her heels, the half-opened coat slipping off her legs to fall from her hips, leaving her thighs and her underbelly exposed to the girl's eyes. The reinserted cucumber eased out from between the circle of her cunt lips, gleaming damply like a big, unsheathed cock. The girl's large eyes gleamed like polished mahogany, her creamy, light golden-brown flesh flushing, the soft blossom of her pink lips opening, accenting the tilt of the upper and the fullness of the lower, delicate shallows at the corners.
"Would you like her to go down on your one of the twins asked the girl, her small, slender-fingered hands gripping the cash register before her. The slim furrings of her eyebrows arched as she blinked, glancing toward him in disbelief. "You'd do that, wouldn't you, Tiff?" he said, smiling into the symmetrical features of the girl's face, and she looked back toward Tiffany, who stared up at her.
"If you wish me to," Tiffany replied, concealed from the sides by the entranceway to the checkout counter and by her coat from the back, the girl's eggs returning to her stretched slit.
"What time do you get off?" Trish asked. "Marsha?*
"Six ... six thirty," the girl replied slowly, full globes thrusting her blouse and name tag out, her rounded nostrils flaring.
"A date," one of the twins smiled, and plucked the cucumber from Tiffany's snatch with a wet popping sound, lifting it to hand to Marsha. Tiffany almost fell as the action swam her mind with vertigo.
"A lollipop to enjoy till then," he smiled, and drew his tongue up the side of the shimmering length. Tiffany glowed at the sight of him tasting her juices, and the girl took it in trembling hands. "Come on," he said back to Tiffany; and she stood dizzily, following the three back out to the car.
The girl stared after them with disbelief before looking down at the secretion-coated vegetable, inhaling Tiffany's rich scent. She glanced around with an abrupt blush, recalling where she was, and quickly slipped the cucumber into her purse on the shelf below the register, pushing the basket cart on through, wondering if they would truly return for her, for the grown woman with the graceful vulnerability to her beauty to eat her.
Trish drove out of the parking lot, and they moved through the city, Tiffany wondering what would happen next, the day just begun.
"Remember what you said about the bus?" one of the twins asked Trish, and she nodded. "Pull up ahead of one," he smiled. "Me an' Tiffany're going to take a ride," he said, and Trish pulled the auto in at a bus stop a few minutes later, the "boy stepping out with Tiffany following. "Drop back behind, an' pick us up when we get off," he said, closing the door, and Trish nodded.
Tiffany stood on the sidewalk with him, people moving past, perhaps thinking she was his older sister, unaware of her lack of clothing beneath the coat. They got onto the next bus to pull up, moving down the crowded aisle to stand facing one another. Tiffany noticed the large number of men and women, won.. daring how he was going to present her for them to take, wondering how many would enter her cunt, how many her ass, how many her mouth.
Her breath caught as he slipped his hand into her coat, which was still unbuttoned from the waist down, the suede brushing her thighs. His eyes stared into hers intently, sparking mysteriously as he slid his fingertips over her tingling omit lips. Gradually, his mouth shifted into a smile, his hand leaving her. She almost gasped aloud as she heard the soft chirp of his zipper, realizing he was opening his pants, his hand moving hers to his opened fly for her to draw his huge erection out, their bodies almost touching.
Trembling with excitement, she. curled her hands around the rigid heat of his cock to ease it and his big balls out from his pants and into the curtaining of her coat. Her feet spread and her hips arched as she pressed his large knob into her quaking slit, moving closer to him as she took his full length up into her cunt. Her head reeled as orgasms flashed through her, people moving and talking around them, unaware of what was happening, of the fact that they were balling in their midst. His face was almost touching hers, his features radiant to her eyes as he shifted within her underbelly, his balls stroking the insides of her thighs.
Tiffany fought back the urge to cry out with her passion, to scream with her racing blast of joy, free of shame or embarrassment, exhilarated, proud that he would fuck her before strangers, unashamed of balling her, of being with her. Passengers began to look at them suspiciously, seeing her expression of rapture, hearing the wet sliding of his prick within her, disbelief mixing with both outrage and arousal. The boy was oblivious to their reactions, his eyes burning into Tiffany's, tightening as his come mounted.
Tiffany gloried in what he was doing, his hands lifting to swiftly unbutton her coat up from the waist, pressing it back from her breasts and belly, and from the fusing of, their loins, from the churning of his mammoth prod within her tremoring cunny. His come blasted through him, hosing up into her depths, sending her into seizures of ecstasy. Widened eyes stared at them as they came, his smile continuing as his shaft jerked within her writhing hold, his thick spend jetting into her, her knees buckling as the ragbags of her climes rose to a crescendo that rocked her mind.
She was only half-aware of him catching her, but toning her coat back down to her waist as he held her to him, turning to exit through the rear door of the bus before any of the passengers could react to what had happened. The bus pulled away from the curb as Trish slid the convertible in, his brother opening the door as he quickly slipped her off his wet tool and into the back seat between them. The car moved back into traffic, Tiffany lolling in the afterglow of her joyous climax. She leaned down over the boy's lap, blissfully licking and sucking his cock clean of the delicious blend of their spendings, satiated. She briefly wondered where they were going next and what could possibly transcend what had already occurred.
SWEET SURRENDER
They left the city, moving out into the suburbs, Tiffany disoriented as to what part of the town they were in as Trish turned the auto into a driveway, moving alongside a two-story house to park before its garage. Trish and the twins got out with her, and the boys unbuttoned her coat all the way down the front, and Trish presented a silver-linked chain leash which they snapped to the key-latch of Tiffany's studded leather collar. Trish slipped the suede jacket off, and one of the boys slid a strip of rawhide between her wrists and the silver cuffs, tying it to bind her wrists together before her naked plumage. They put the coat back on over her shoulders, and one of the twins took the leather loop of the leash in his hand, drawing her along behind them by its hold on her collar, the coat only half-concealing her body as they went around to the front door of the house.
"Any idea who lives here?" one of the boys asked Trish casually as she rang the doorbell, and Tiffany's heart beat a bit faster, the door opening a few moments later, a woman with a mane of waved, strawberry blonde hair looking out at them with heavily lidded, dark blue eyes. "We wondering if you need any household help, ma'am," he smiled, "a servant," he added, nodding toward Tiffany.
"I -- I'm not certain," the woman said slowly, her eyes moving down from Tiffany's bowed face to the exposed center of her body, to her bound wrists, her hands loose before her naked cunny. "That would be something for the family as a whole to decide upon," she said. "If you'd like to step inside ...?" she offered, and the boy led Tiffany into the spacious house by his hold on her leash.
A redheaded girl of perhaps fifteen glanced at them from the phone, her ripening body just bordering on plumpness, lush ass cheeks stretching her cut-off jeans, her sweet face showing curiosity. They moved into the living room, a handsome man in his thirties seated on a long couch, looking up from his newspaper. An ash-blonde woman of over six feet sat at a table at the far end of the room with a boy Tiffany guessed to be the redhead's younger brother, the woman is her late twenties apparently tutoring him with his studies.
"Larry," the woman who had answered the door said to the man on the couch, "these young people want to know if we have any need for a servant," she explained, motioning toward Tiffany, who stood isolated in the center of the room, the twin standing to .her side, the leash slack in his hand.
"Um, that'd be up to you, Jill What would she do, exactly?"
"Anything you wish," the twin standing with Trish said. "We feel that Tiffany needs to keep herself occupied. You've no objections, do you, Tiffany?" he asked, and she shook her head, her eyes hot at the idea that they were going to desert her, not at the idea that they were bartering her off. "Good," he nodded. "Well?" he asked the couple.
"Shouldn't buy unseen goods," the girl said, hanging up the phone, and she pulled Tiffany's coat from her shoulders as she went past, the suede dropping to the carpet, and they looked at her: the leashed collar circling her neck, her-chestnut hair gleaming with golden highlights from the sun, pale down haloing the nape of her neck around the collar, the wave of hair that normally fell over her forehead from the side part now concealing her lowered eyes, her slender shoulders. curved forward, the full teardrops of her breasts pressed close by her upper arms, her forearms crossing the lace of her slender garter belt, light gleaming from the high, bolted cuffs, her grace-fully long hands loose against the full mound of her canny within the cradling of her hips that flared out from her slender waist, the beige stockings hazing her long, shapely legs, her high heels accenting their contours, her ass upthrust beneath; the supple flow of her back. She stood waiting, looking both fragile and sultry, lurking beneath her posture of subservience.
"Or untested," the boy said, standing to move toward her, the girl taking the leash from the twin's offering hand. She led Tiffany over before the couch, Trish and the twins sitting together on a short sofa, the boys' legs stretched out as they watched, relaxed, the girl handing the leash strap to her father.
Jill wore a patchwork dress of brightly floral crepe de chine, a coral necklace looping down within the neckline that revealed the lush cleavage of her big, domed breasts, a near invisible, fine white down softly covering them, the light glowing from them, the skirt sensuously draping her thighs. She leaned forward and untied the rawhide strip, slipping it from beneath the cuffs, Tiffany's hands moving to her sides, and away from the wispy plume of Tiffany's muff. Larry unsnapped the garter belt from around her waist and from the stockings, the boy removing her heels caressingly.
"Want to help Gillian with the stockings, Anna?" the boy called back to the tall woman, and she billed, her ash blonde hair drifting around her high cheek boned face as she stood. She brushed a loose wave back from her squared off forehead that narrowed upward, her topaz eyes looking at Tiffany with interest, her. lashes dark, her upper and lower lids curving slightly out, her eyes deep-set. She stopped beside the boy, one long hand moving over his shoulders as they squatted behind Tiffany, her other hand stroking the bulge of his crotch. Their hands cupped Tiffany's thighs, easing downward to peel the stockings from the firm softness of her legs, amber beads swinging out between Tiffany's eyes and the smocked bodice of Anna's rayon challis dress, the bulging within, the lay's cords seeming to be an optical illusion, the size so great in relation to his height.
"Yes, a very nice look to her," Jill nodded, looking Tiffany over, the collar and cuffs her only covering now, and Larry pulled her closer, he and his wife reaching out to feel the texture of her flesh, test the firmness of muscles, and to both slide their fingers into her slit, pressing out to either side to expose the damp pinkness of her cleave.
"Oh, what a lovely clit," Jill hummed, touching the inch long projection of Tiffany's erect apex, and she shivered with pleasure.
"Check her bung hole, would your Jill said to her son, and Larry pulled down on the leash, drawing Tiffany's collared neck down almost parallel with her hips, her fanny thrusting back as Jill and Larry ran their hands over her swollen breasts, plucking at her nipples, and remarking on the near invisibility of her aureolas. Her head swam as Anna spread her legs farther apart, the boy spreading her ass cheeks to slip his finger into her anus, turning and bobbing it up into her, sending throbs of heat through her.
"Tight enough without being a problem to enter," the boy said, "and she knows how to relax her sphincter muscles correctly," he added, giving her a friendly pat on one buttock as he removed his finger.
"By appearances, she seems quite acceptable," Larry said, continuing to caress her breasts, the others nodding in agreement.
"Well, I think you and Carl should have a turn with her then," Jill smiled, and took the leash as Larry and the boy undressed, Tiffany seeing that the bow bulge had not been an fusion, that his erect tool was nearly as large as his father's, whose cock was very large.
Anna and Gillian sat on the couch to either side of Jill, watching as the father and son stretched out on the carpet, forming a sandwich with Tiffany as its center. Tiffany murmured as their hands and mouths moved over her, and groaned as Larry slid his large prod under her ass, and up into her juicy nook, lubricated himself so that he could slide up into her anus, filling her with his thick length, Carl's adult cock before her, lifting up from a thatch of adolescent curls to slide smoothly into. her channel, staffing her coat.
Her head filled with the roar of her blood, father and son within he, their big balls swinging between her legs, their dorsal veins stroking through the membrane separating them, moving in synchronization, setting her body to writhing as the slender boy moved his lips over her breasts. His father turned her face back toward him so that he would thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, his wife and daughter watching with enjoyment as he and his son began to groan with pleasure. Tiffany rolled and thrust her hips between them, clutching vaginal and sphincter muscles around their big chargers, caressing and tugging upon them, her body pulsing with arousal. Her mind was set upon pleasing the twins through Larry and Carl, upon giving evidence of their recommendation of her, and her mouth opened with her coming, their come blasting up into her cunt and bowels, their glutting cocks jerking within the maddened twistings of her convulsing loins, all three going limp.
"It appears she's passed the test," Jill smiled at Anna: "So, it's up to us now to see if she's as adept with boxes as with prongs," she noted, Anna removing her dress to stand naked, her breasts wide-based to their outsides, firmly cushioned pectorals sloping down and into the cursed, tapering pep of her out Pig nipples, the bases firmly globular, her aureoles small, pale pink blushes, her big breasts seeming conical, or like teardrops depending on the angle they were viewed from, full hips flowing down and out from her in swept waist, the ripely plump mound of her cunt hairless within the sweep of her loins, full and rounded ass cheeks topping her exquisite legs.
"Why don't you join us, my dear," Jill suggested to Trish, letting her dress fall away from her breasts' rich domes which peaked with capped nipples of pale pinkish-tan, her erect nipples like tiny, puckered lips, her firmly smooth belly curving in between the tops of her thighs, white gold fur gauzing her abdomen below the pale down descending from her deep navel, the fur becoming a mass of curls as it spread over her canny in the under arch, her mound full beneath the light hazed undergrowth, the pale down that furred her breasts and upper belly also covering the pliant cushions of her big ass, growing heavier toward her cleavage.
Her torso curving outward slightly, her ass was arched high above her long, downed thighs. Trish smiled at the invitation in the woman's huskily whispered voice, stripping her pullover, leather pants, and boots as Jill's daughter removed her wrap top of cotton gauze and her cut-offs, her breasts plump, maturing domes with pale pink aureolas and bright pink nubs. Her body seemed to strain the confines of her flesh with its girlish sensuality rather than looking plump, her freckled face mischievous, her ass lush globes quivering as she bounced eagerly upon the balls of her feet; her petite body clearly ready with the auburn fur of her lightly covered cunt shining damp above her half-visible slit.
Larry and Carl stood, satiated grins on their faces. They moved to the couch to drop back loosely as the four women encircled Tiffany. Still trembling from her orgasms with the father and son, their juices over-flowing her slit and anus, Tiffany looked up at the mother and daughter, their associate who seemed to be in her late twenties, and at Trish. The light glowing from her downed, voluptuous body, Jill laid down over Tiffany, her big breasts pressing out over hers, her furred underbelly against Tiffany's plume.
Tiffany looked at her wide, faintly indented fore-head, her high, rounded cheekbones, the straight bridge of her nose tapering from just below her fore-head to flared nostrils, the upward tilt of her widely cleft upper lip revealing pearly teeth between it and her ripe lower lip. Her firm chin and strong jawline led Tiffany's eyes to her long, graceful neck, her chit throbbing as the warmth of the woman's cunt radiated through their flesh, her slit shifting only lightly.
Anna and Trish sat down to either side, facing toward Tiffany's head, and she reached out to stroke her fingers into the woman's smooth mound and into Trish's blonde ringlets, feeling their juices warmly bathing her fingers as she caressed their chits. The younger girl knelt down over Tiffany's head, her mother leaning to the side, and the veiling of soft red hair opened from the sugar pink splay of the girl's nook that descended over Tiffany's opening mouth. Her tongue slid up into the girl's snatch, tasting her plentiful juices as the girl and her mother caressed and kissed her breasts. Tiffany murmured into the girl's canny, turning hers against Jill's, her fingers "stretching and sliding within Trish's and Anna's, the latter two leaning back to lay across Tiffany's and Jiffs legs, kissing deeply as they caressed one another's breasts.
The girl tensed with a groan, and her cunt shuddered over Tiffany's mouthings as she came. The girl slid back out of view, and Jill tasted her daughter's spendings from Tiffany's lips and mouth, their slits open together like mating flowers. Tiffany murmured and rolled under the beautiful wife and mother, her hands moving faster in the kissing women's slits as her arousal rose, time blurring. Hands moved under her ass, lifting her, and she looked down through glassy eyes to see the redheaded girl now wearing a huge, strap-on dildo, the phallus extending back up into her own hive, her mother helping her roll Tiffany over from the waist up. Tiffany groaned, her body arching as the petite girl moved the vast prod up into her backside, glutting her with it
Tiffany shook with searing orgasms, her cunt writhing against Jill's as she kissed the woman's rich breasts, her hands working deep into Trish's and , Anna's nooks as the women caressed and kissed one another, the petite but lush girl churning her big phallus within Tiffany's rectum, rocking her slit against Jiffs. Tiffany twisted and bucked, overwhelmed with arousal, surrounded and enveloped by the undulating softness of the women, her underbelly convulsing faster and faster, Jill's sobs of release joining Trish's and Anna's, and Tiffany and the girl screamed at the same time, their climaxes seeming to rocket ever higher with the back and forward thrustings of the two-headed dildo.
"Yes," Larry nodded, watching the. five women collapse, gasping with satiation, his and his son's cocks erect from having watched. "What sort of price did you have in mind for her services?" he asked the twins, and Tiffany gradually found the meaning in the words, then clearing her head to listen, her body still quivering.
"Well ... we haven't had lunch yet," one of the boys said after they had glanced at one another. "That should do," Tiffany heard him add, stunning her.
"My, Gillian, but what a big cock my little sister has," Trish grinned at the redhead as they stood, fingering the wet dildo, and Tiffany realized that this was Trish's home and family, the similarity between the younger girl's name and Gil's making her wonder if the twins were somehow related to them.
The group of eight ceased paying attention to Tiffany, their interest seeming to have passed as she laid naked in the center of the floor watching the sisters.
"You may have courage, but you ain't got any balls," Trish laughed, running her fingers down below the thrust of Gillian's phallus to caress the base of her slit.
"Well, then I may as well get rid of my cock," the redheaded girl grinned. "Would you like it?" she smiled sensuously as Trish's fingers dipped into the dampness of her cleave, her hands lifting to encase the firm domes of Trish's tits.
"Yeah," Trish nodded, her voice a whisper as she looked into her sister's dark green eyes, "I want it. Now," she added, her hands curling up around the thick shaft to guide it between the moist lips of her low -slung slit, her feet moving farther apart as she spread her legs wide.
Gillian extended her tongue, and Trish did the same, the pink blades fencing softly as their bodies came together, the dildo gliding up into Irish's mound. Her eyes lidding with pleasure, Trish cupped Gillian's full hips as the girls hands tightened around her breasts. The other end of. the dildo she wore shifted up in her own underbelly as she pressed fully into Trish's cunt,, their bellies rubbing together. Trish slid her hands around to cup the lush globes of Gillian's ass cheeks, caressing them as she pulled their burgeoning cants closer together. Gillian moved her hands to Trash's fanny, squeezing the delectable roundness of her nether cheeks, rocking her hips from side to side to turn her engorged channel around the long bulk of the prod she was bobbing within her. The plump lushness of Gillian's breasts pressed against the ripening hillocks of Trish's, bright pink rubs rubbing pert buds, their mouths widening as their lips pressed together around the swirlings of their tongues, their bodies swaying as they murmured happily, their loins undulating softly as they clutched and shoved at the prods.
Tiffany rolled her head to the side, seeing Carl and Jill embracing on the carpet a few feet to her side. Her mane of strawberry-blonde waves framing her face, Jill grinned up at the boy as she drew his slight frame down upon the curve of her firm belly, and into the arch of her wide hips, the pliant cushions of her ass shifting against the carpet as Carl's adult sized cock slid down into the glowing fur of his mother's underbelly. He touched the ,tip of his tongue to the tilt of her upper lip, gliding it over the ripe softness, and down over the fullness of her lower lip, his hands moving/from her strong shoulders to the big domes of her lush tits, the fine white down softly covering them hazing the dusky gold of her flesh.
She moaned happily as he continued moving his long prick up into the wet sleeving of her nook, filling her channel. He moved his fingers to the peaks of her tits, sliding them over the pale pinkish tan caps of her aureolas to lightly pinch the puckered tips of her erect nipples, his tongue moving between the brightness of her teeth, his groin sliding against the mass of furry curls spreading over the under arch of her loins, his rod churning in the plump mound of her cunt.
Jill raised her long, tapering legs, pressing her downy thighs around his hips, her feet rubbing against the youth's rump as she thrust up against the pumping of his tool, her hands flowing over his back as she groaned around their kiss. Carl moved his mouth down to her breasts, kissing and licking them as she pressed her head back-against the floor, her body arching up against him, her corny stuttering with orgasms as he moved his shaft faster and faster within the tuggings of her cleave, his mouth expanding over her fits, his tongue lapping at her nipples She trembled, her weight back on her shoulders, and she gripped his ass cheeks tightly, increasing the strength of his thrusts, orgasms shifting her features, her downy body gleaming with a patina of perspiration, her fingers digging into his rump as he continued with the pressure she desired.
Tiffany moved her eyes, hearing Anna groaning out garbled cursings as she trembled on the brink of release, Larry's prick churning in her full, rounded ass as she licked at Carl's balls, his root, and between Jill's hands, twisting closer to the other couple, the father's tool in her backside as she licked at the son's ass, and fingered the mother's cleave.
The sisters dropped to their knees, and Tiffany looked toward them, their hands gripping one another's fannies as they twisted their loins together around the double-headed dildo, their faces raised, strained with the raptures sweeping through them as they came, red and blonde hair swirling.
Jill cried out, throwing her arms out wide, her body bucking beneath her son's, and Carl came, clutching her tits as his prod hosed up within her, Anna's mouth going down to drink the thick come overflowing Jill's slit, the gleaming fur clinging in damp ringlets. As Anna squirmed, Larry continued pumping, and he cupped her fits against her chest, his arms stiffening as he came, his spend fountaining up into her bowels, his son's spend drenching her taste buds along with his wife's juices. They shook with pleasure, Anna crying out against the base of Carl's stuttering trunk.
They went limp, gasping for air, and Tiffany looked toward the couch where the twins were seated, casually talking as they observed the Stanfords and Anna, relaxed, and apparently oblivious to Tiffany's presence.
When they had recovered, Trish rolled over, and moved to her brother, kissing him slow and deep as he regained his erection. Gillian moved to Anna, who opened her legs as she raised her hips, taking Gillian's phallus up into her cunt from the rear. Trish turned around to embrace Anna as Carl's again hard column glided up into her ass, the girl's blonde ringlets rubbing Anna's bare pubes as they rubbed their open slits together, their fannies turning back around prick and abdomen, Trish's ass gripping at Carl's tool as Anna's hive gripped at Gillian's shaft.
Tiffany watched with fascinated arousal as the four pressed dose, two facing two, wishing she could join. them as they began to come, finally collapsing again, drunken smiles on their faces as they stretched out loosely together, kissing and caressing.
Larry and Jill having gone off to check on lunch, the price for Tiffany's services, Trish and Gillian raised Tiffany to her feet, Anna and the boy going off to return with what they referred to as her "maid's uniform." They fitted the corset of black leather around her waist and drew the laces tightly up the back, pinching her narrow waist even smaller. The top of the corset shoved her breasts high on her chest, the bottom curving down and in from the sides of her hips to touch just above the cleavage of her ass and just above her cunt's plume in front,
A chain hung from the center base, and Anna reached between her legs from behind to draw it tight against Tiffany's mound, the cool links of silver pressing into her slit. His fingers adjusted the chain, inserting a wide, circular link that fitted just over her entranceway, framing it. Anna added a similar link in the back that circled Tiffany's mini, the links taut within her cleavage, and the woman latched the chain to the back of the leather corset.
Gillian, still wearing her strap-on dildo, and Trish raised matching chains from the top of the corset, and over her shoulders, the links indenting the centers of Tiffany's breasts, her shell pink nipples squeezing through. The sisters pulled on the chains, tugging the corset even higher under her breasts, which forced them very high on her chest, and drew the chain at the under arch of her body even tighter. The girls snapped the chains to the back of the garment, and Anna and Carl stepped forward with black leather boots that reached up a few inches above Tiffany's ankles, the platform soles, and very high heels causing her to brace her feet within them as they laced them up from over her heels to their tops.
Larry and Jill returned, and Tiffany stood at the center of the nine people, the light gleaming from the polished leather of her collar and corset, and from her collars silver studs, the gains, and from her high cuffs, her breasts forced achingly high on her chest, indented by the chains, her cunt and ass held open, her long legs seeming even longer between the corset and the short, platform boots.
The uniform aimed her bearable pain while also making her more aware of her breasts as the smooth links shifted tightly against them and around her nipples, and of her slit and anus, one of the smaller links shifting around her clit as the larger links pressed around her entranceways. The eyes of, the eight viewed her approvingly, warming her, Tiffany knowing that she had pleased the twins through the six, as well as directly.
The food ready, the group went in to the long dining room table, Gil and Phil still clothed, the others naked except for Gillian's dildo that still gleamed with Trish's and Anna's juices. Tiffany moved back and forth from the kitchen to the table, carrying the food, and she began to serve them as they talked amongst themselves, the chains pulling a her, caressing as they bound.
As she put food on Carl's plate, he reached back absently, and slid his center finger through the ring framing her nook, stroking her cunt as he continued to talk with Gillian, his other hand in her lap to stroke her phallus, moving the other end of the dildo within her. Tiffany held her breath to control the dizziness his finger provoked in her, her secretions bathing the boy's finger until she had finished with his plate, and then he removed it so that she could move on, his eyes still on Gillian.
"Appetizers he smiled, holding out his gleaming finger to his sister, and she nodded with a grin, leaning forward to suck his finger into her mouth to taste Tiffany's juices from it.
Tiffany bent over between Larry and Anna to serve them, and they caught her nipples between their fingertips, drawing them out from between the silver links until her aureola were pulling into the metal rings. Her hands shaking with arousal, she forced herself to concentrate upon serving them, her breasts swollen with heat. Her nipples brighter, she moved to the head of the table to tend to one of the twins who simply watched the movements of her hands and body, and then she moved to the other side of the table where jilt took a slice of batter to rub it over her clit, and the link circling it, caressing the tender length Tiffany almost lost her balance as waves of ecstasy swept through her at the woman's knowing touch, the link thrusting the full inch of her clit outward between the buttered fingertips. Swallowing hard, her eyes lidded, she gripped the edge of the table as a brief orgasm rushed through her, her head swimming.
She swallowed hard, and finished with Jill's plate, moving to Trish's place, the girl's hand moving slowly over her long, naked legs, up between her thighs, and over the uptilted fullness of her opened ass cheeks. She served the other twin, and stepped back to try and regain her sense of equilibrium, all eight served. Carl pulled on the handle of her leash, and she moved forward in response to squat beside his chair, her thighs against her calves as she rested precariously on the soles of her boots. Carl slipped a piece of food into her mouth which she slowly chewed, her arms hanging loosely from her sides so that her fingers touched the floor, her shoulders back, and her face raised.
"Here, let me take care of your arms," the twin to her side said, and had her turn her back toward him so that he could fold her forearms across her back, then tying her wrists to the elbows of her opposite arms with two cloth napkins, which accented the forward curve of her torso as well as binding her arms effectively.
"Hand me her leash, would you, brother dear?" Gillian smiled impishly at Carl, reaching under the table to take the looped strap of the leash from him, and she tugged forward to bring Tiffany to her knees, drawing her under the table and toward her naked cunt which rested against the edge of her chair, the lightly furred ripeness of her mound opened between her spread thighs, the dildo removed.
Tiffany felt totally servile, her garb of metal and leather keeping her balanced on the tightrope between pain and pleasure, her body open for them to do what they would, her arms bound behind her, the leash enabling the girl to guide her face toward the gleaming pinkness of her slit without words. Moving upon her knees, Tiffany strained to keep her head up and back so that she could keep her eyes ahead, seeing Gillian's other hand come down below the table with a forkful of broccoli with hollandaise sauce, skillfully turning the surface of the fork toward her plump many, pressing the food into her slit until the curve of the fork conformed to her furrow.
"Have t'have your greens for a balanced diet as well as balancing on your knees," Tiffany heard the fifteen-year-old chuckle, the hand on the leash drawing her closer.
Tiffany pressed her lips to the warmth of the girl's snatch, tasting her juices mixing with the food, and she began to nuzzle the broccoli free with her lips, probing with her tongue to !addle it out, murmurs of approval coming from above as Gillian squirmed her fanny against the seat of the chair, the insides of her soft thighs pressing against Tiffany's upper arms.
Tiffany moved her mouth deeper into the succulent well of the girl's sex, feeling Trish's soft soles curving to the backward thrust of her ass cheeks, moving in counterpoint to shift her ass and canny around the smooth links of the chains. The food swallowed, she continued to lick the sleek richness of Gillian's hive, moving up to her at, and the girl shuddered with an orgasm, the sugar pink envelope of her sex spasming around the woman's face.
"I have a little more meat here than I need," Tiffany heard Larry say, and she felt the leash pull at her collar again, leading her down under the table.
"You certainly do," Anna laughed, and Tiffany saw her stroke his big cock before he placed bites of meat along his length.
Tiffany craned her head forward, turning her face at an angle so that she could press her mouth down around the top of his shaft, covering the bite of food closest to his body, her lips shifting against his trunk as she chewed the meat, her teeth rubbing against him. She moved from one piece to the next, his prod becoming harder and stiffer as she approached his head, the surfaces of her pearly teeth moving rhythmically against him as her lips tugged and kissed.
"And the gravy," she heard him say in a somewhat strained voice as she finished with the meat, his own meat pressing up against her face. She turned her face toward him, her upper lip against the top of tool as she expanded her mouth for the sudden eruption of his come that flooded her mouth with his taste, washing the last of the meat down her throat
"You're just going to spoil her, feeding her scraps from the table like that," Jill said with a trace of humor.
"What was a vintage brew," Larry offered hoarsely.
"Regardless, I'd rather do the eating myself, and forks have always seemed too hard," she replied, reaching under the table to take the leash. She guided Tiffany over between her chair and Trish's, drawing her up a few inches off her knees, Tiffany's lips gleaming with pearly droplets of Larry's spend, her face flushed.
"I want a soft instrument," Jill smiled, and spooned fruit salad over Tiffany's fits, which her costume held high on her chest, bits of apple, orange, and peach gleaming upon her creamy flesh and the silver chains that indented the fullness of her breasts.
Jill had Tiffany raise up a bit higher, balancing on the balls of her feet She moved her mouth over the rich fits, unhurriedly widening her mouth to suck mouthfuls of the salad from Tiffany, her lips and tongue flowing over the warm flesh, and the out thrust nipples. Tiffany's eyelids lowered, and she swallowed hard as her nipples burned with arousal, feeling Jill force her long tongue between metal and flesh, between the smooth links and her swollen tits. She swayed drunkenly, her deepened breath pressing her breasts up against the woman's mouth as she sucked the last of the juices up.
"I think she might like some for herself," Trish smiled as her mother lifted her face, and she spooned more of the salad over Tiffany's breasts. "Have some," she smiled at Tiffany, looking into her glazed eyes.
Tiffany took a moment to clear her head, and to fully understand before forcing her face down until her chin was against the tops of her raised breasts. She kissed her breasts as she took in the salad, licking at her stiffened nipples, forting herself not to sink to her knees, straining to stay upright as she voraciously sucked and lapped at her own tits, the eyes of the others watching.
"That's about got it all," Trish laughed, Tiffany continuing to suck at her nipples, "but since you're so hungry, I'll give you a plate of your own," she said, and slid her plate onto the floor in front of her chair.
Letting her face lift, Tiffany dropped onto her knees and groggily leaned forward to move back under the table upon her knees. Not having the use of her arms for support, she remained on her knees as she leaned down from the waist to eat from the plate. Again, she felt Trish's feet upon her raised fanny, and she caught her breath as the girl curled her toes down between her spread cheeks to curl her toes over her, pressing her big toe through the ring circling her anus, and into the pink aperture.
She bit down hard into the meat as Trish bobbed her floe in her back de, sending flatters of heat through her underbelly. Jill's foot moved down below her daughter's, and between Tiffany's shapely thighs, and Tiffany pressed her lips out against the plate as she felt the woman's long toes against her spread canny. Jill slipped her big be through the front ring curling it up into Tiffany's nook. Tiffany murmured with pleasure, gasping as Jill popped her too free to shift her foot around to gain easier access, returning her too to Tiffany's tremoring socket. Apra moved her foot forward, and above Jilts to catch Tiffany's sift, the pulsing node jutting out through one of the links to permit Anna to knead its full inch between her toes. Larry's leg stretched out, and Tiffany watched it move over her left tit to find the chain pressing into the teardrop of her breast, then catching the protrusion of her nipple between his toes, Gillian catching her aright ,nipple between the toes of her foot. From the end of the table, Carl stretched his legs out to lightly nip at her lifted ass cheeks with his toes.
Tiffany groaned against the plate, smearing her face with food as their feet provoked her to ecstasies, bobbing in her an and cunt, stroking her nipples and her sit, pinching at her fanny, their faces out of her sight, She heard them continuing to talk and to eat as she came again and again beneath the table, the leather corset tight around her body as her lungs heaved with excitement, the chains shifting down the centers of her breasts, and between her ass cheeks and cunt lips. She shook with pleasure, surging waves of heat bursting through her, and she slid forward upon the plate, collapsing on her stomach.
Her shock at the twins giving her to the Stanfords in exchange for a meal had been muted not only by what she had experienced, but by the fact that she was complying with the twins' wishes. She knew that they would, at least, be visiting, if they were not simply offering her for certain periods of time to the family. She felt her arms being unbound, and the food being wiped from her face before she was raised to her feet beside the table, her vision blurred for a few moments from her climax.
"We've made a decision," the twin at the head of the table said, standing. "You've been such an obedient girl that we think you should have a reward, a dessert to your meal," he grinned. "So, we're going to let you act out a dominant role to give the orders," he said, taking her hand to guide the stunned Tiffany toward the head of the table, and she looked at him with uncertain confusion as he motioned for her to sit there.
"Despite any preferences you might have, you shouldn't be limited to lust one aspect of sea," the other twin said, standing, speaking before she could give voice to her objections.
She looked at the group seated before her, at Trish and Gillian, at their brother Carl, and their parents Jill and Larry, Gillian having put her two-headed dildo back on, the only thing worn by any of them, including the tall Anna. Tiffany considered the logic in what the twins had said, the satiation she felt at the moment for her own desires, and the fact that they were directing her, that they wished her to take a dominant role.
Smiling to herself, Tiffany sat in the high-backed chair at the head of the table, the twins standing back from her sides, Tiffany not even considering their inclusion in the acting out of her orders.
"You stand before me, lean forward with your hands on your knees, and lick my pussy," Tiffany told Jill, the woman complying, her tongue sliding through the silver ring to turn high in Tiffany's channel.
"You, fuck your mother's box," she told Carl, and the boy slid his big prick between Jill's downy thighs, and up into her furred mound. "Trish, you lick your brother's balls and ass," she said, "and you lift your daughter's legs over your shoulders," she told Larry, and Trish rested on her straightened arms as he raised her body up toward him.
"Now, bugger her; Tiffany told him, as Trish licked away at her brother who continued to pump within his mother who was hungrily licking at Tiffany, and he gripped Trish's hips, her calves atop his shoulders, a groan coming from her as his long cock slid deep into her fanny.
"Gillian, you bier your father," she smiled slyly at the redheaded girl who worked her dildo up between Larry's buttocks. "And you can lick the bottom of her slit, and her ass," she told Anna, who went down on all fours to do so.
Her mind spinning as Jill's tongue swirled around her clit, Tiffany looked down the line of coupled bodies, a bemused smile playing her lips as she noted the trace of absurdity in the linkage of their daisy chain while being aroused at the same time, the idea that they were obeying the voicing of her imagination stunning her. She looked back at the twins, finding them smiling back at her, and she opened their pants to draw out their rigid cocks, slowly stroking the massive columns as the room filled with the sounds and scents of passion, orgasms shooting through her.
The seven bodies began to sway, and then they were coming, pricks and cunts and asses quaking, their legs going out from under them, Trish's arms out from under her, and they began to fall domino-like to the floor, gasping and groaning, their juices gleaming from their bodies. Jill grasped the arms of the chair to keep standing, her mouth moving faster and faster around Tiffany's flashing cut while Tiffany continued to stroke the twin tools at her sides.
Feeling them about to come, Tiffany drew them closer, and opened her mouth wide around the bulbous heads, taking them and their upper shafts into her mouth just in time to drink from the gushing fountains, their spend overflowing her lips as she too came, her cunny bucking against Jill's mouth, her body overflowing with raptures as her mouth was overflowing with come.
The twins' tools finally slipped from Tiffany's lips, Jill dropping to the floor, and the group laid around, slowly regaining their energies. Tiffany found herself thinking about going back to the apartment complex where she and her ex-husband had lived so that she could re-enact her sex dream for the man who had lived across from them, could make her exhibitionistic masturbation, and surprise, visit into realities, the difference being that she would not be acting on her ex's orders.
Opening her eyes, Tiffany realized that she had dozed off, the Stanfords and Anna gone from the room, the twins at the other end of the room with the checker from the grocery store, Marsha, standing between them, having been picked up as arranged when she finished work, the sloe-eyed girl looking at Tiffany's costume with curiosity as Tiffany stood, recalling their offer of her carnal services to the girl.
Gil and Phil brushed her coal black hair back from her shoulders, and opened Marsha's blouse from the flowing column of her neck, the shallow at the base of her throat defined, from her slightly wide shoulders with their inner shallows beneath the rises of her collarbones, and off her, her narrow belly lightly defined, and indented down the center with a slight pout at its bale, her navel deep-set.
They opened her skirt, and she stepped out of It, her full hips tilting down and back with the curve of her torso, her chest full, her short waist incurved, her legs quite long in relation to her torso, full thighs flowing into calves that tapered into slender ankles. They slid her panties down and off, exposing the ebony coils of her wide triangle, and the out curving fullness of her ass as she turned for Tiffany to see. They unsnapped. her bra, and it fell away from full globes sloping out from the softness of her pectorals, the under curves of her wide-based breasts almost oval, rising to only a half-inch division between them, and out to her sides where they rubbed against her upper arms. They then stepped away from her, looking toward Tiffany.
"I ate your cucumber for lunch," the girl said, and Tiffany felt her face warm as she blushed at the memory of it sliding out from her cunt, coated with her juices. "You taste good," Marsha said, taking a fresh cucumber from her purse which was on the table, "but I taste better," she added, spreading her feet so that she could slide the cucumber up between the jet curls of her muff, and into the dampness of her cunt "Taste, and see if you don't agree," she said, motioning Tiffany forward, and to her knees.
Tiffany looked up at the vegetable thrusting out from the dark muff, and watched as Marsha forced it out by tightening her vaginal muscles, catching it to slide the other end up into the vermillion cleave of her cunt, the end now thrusting out from her loins gleaming with her secretions as the other had with Tiffany's. Tiffany opened her mouth, and ran her tongue over the end of the column jutting from the girl's groin, liking the taste, and she opened her mouth wide, sucking with a motion that shifted the other end within the girl's nook.
"Do you like the taste of my cock?" Marsha murmured, wrapping the leash around one of her hands, and Tiffany nodded with gurgled reply. "Then eat me, bitch," the girl said, thrusting her hips forward, shoving the end of the cucumber deeper into Tiffany's mouth, a few inches of chain between her fist and the collar as she jerked Tiffany closer. Tiffany began to bob her mouth upon it, sucking and licking to produce more movement within Marsha's snatch. "Bite me!" Marsha exhaled, leaning forward with the electric flashings Tiffany was inducing within her underbelly. Tiffany bit down into the shaft, breaking the surface with her teeth, gnawing at it like a bone, chewing and tugging.
Marsha curled her fingers in Tiffany's hair as she groped for. support, the wild movements of the cucumber accelerating her pleasure, rapturous blasts of release sounding through her. She gasped, her face lifting as she came, the cucumber almost bitten through. She lost the tension of her vaginal muscles, and the vegetable slipped free to drop to the floor as she used Tiffany's head and shoulders to support herself until her mind began to clear.
"Brought something else," Marsha said breathlessly, straightening to take a banana from her purse. "Slide it up into your pussy," she told Tiffany, and she obeyed, spreading her knees to push the curved length up into her cunt. "Now, take it out, and taste your honey," the girl said, watching the bright yellow length ease out from the wet pinkness of Tiffany's slit, gleaming wetly now as it was lifted to Tiffany's soft lips which opened wide so that she could insert it into her mouth before closing around the shaft to suck her flavor from it. "Now, don't you think I taste better?" Marsha asked, "smiling down at Tiffany, who nodded agreement "Say it!" the girl snapped, jerking on the leash, and Tiffany removed the banana quickly from her mouth.
"You -- your canny tastes better than mine, delicious," Tiffany said timidly, and Marsha nodded approvingly, reaching back to lift herself up onto the long dinner table, placing her cunt at one corner with her legs hanging free.
"Now, you can put your juicy banana in me," the girl smiled sensuously, drawing the leash in, and Tiffany moved to one knee between Marsha's long legs, her hands lifting to slide the gleaming curve of the banana up Into the vermilion cove of the teenager's canny. Marsha leaned back on her hands as she murmured with rapturous enjoyment, her face turning toward one raised shoulder. "Um-m-m, yes," Marsha smiled glowingly, her eyes closing as she savored the sensations filling her hive. "Now, suck 'n' lick me," she said, and Tiffany raised herself to press her tongue out against the base of the banana and Marsha's slit, sliding the soft texture of her tongue over the exposed inner lips of the girl's damp snatch, tasting her flavor again. Marsha's sounds of pleasure grew deeper, Tiffany's mouthings shifting the bulk of the banana up against her at. "Did -- did y'know a group of bananas is called a 'hand' of bananas?" she muttered, looking toward the twins.
"Oh? And what's a single banana called?" one of the twins asked, amiably performing as her straight man.
"A 'finger,'" Marsha said, breaking into laughter. "This is the first time I've ever enjoyed being given the finger," she said, lying back on the table, unable to support herself any longer upon her hands due to her laughter and pleasure. She came to rest on her elbows, looking down through glazed eyes to watch Tiffany's pink tongue flicking and flowing over her cunt.
"Suck me off," she muttered, thrusting her hips to jab the extended end of the banana upward. Tiffany raised up higher to open her mouth over the end of what had become a dildo, taking it between her lips as if it were a cock, her tongue curling around it as she bobbed it within the girl's channel.
"Peel it so -- so you can eat me," Marsha groaned, her forearms lifting from the table so that she could cup her bands over the full globes of her breasts, squeezing them tightly as Tiffany began to open the end of the banana, her movements running through its length to send swirlings of phosphorescent heat through her depths. She pressed her slender fingers into the light golden-brown flesh of her tits, gripping her the wide-based orbs in her small hands, rubbing the centers of her palms against the agitation of her little, rounded nipples.
The yellow skin opened from the pale meat of the fruit, Tiffany's pink tongue lapping gently at the under curve of the revealed tip. Her lips gradually closed like a flower around the fruit to taste it, her teeth sinking into the rich-tasting meat. "Yes, oh yes," Marsha groaned with a drunken grin, her hands digging into her breasts, twisting them against her chest, the center indentation of her belly and the shallows to its sides accented with tension. Her full ass cheeks twisting against the surface of the tabletop as she raised her spread legs to curve the soles of her small feet against Tiffany's flaring hips, gripping the woman lightly to attempt controlling the thrusts of her hips in order to prolong Tiffany's eating.
Tiffany slowly chewed the banana, swallowing as she eased the skin a bit lower. Her legs straight, her fanny was thrust out behind her, her torso almost parallel with the floor. She slid her fingers down the sides of the curved shaft to caress the tender lips of Marsha's furrow, sliding them through the damp coils of her muff as she pressed her thumbs against the base of the girl's slit under the banana, the taste of which filled her mouth as Marsha's rich scent filled her nostrils. She could see neither of the twins who were back from, her sides, watching. She gripped the banana to gnaw the next bite free, turning it within the squirming girl's snatch. Marsha's feet twisted against the soft flesh of her hips just beneath the black leather of the corset.
Tiffany swallowed again, easing the peel down to nibble at the sweet meat of the shaft, sending more subtle movements down through it.
"Oh, eat met Eat me, you beautiful cunt, eat me!" Marsha urged, dropping onto her back, her head rolling from side to side. Her face pressed into the thick waves of her coal black hair, her features strained with arousal, the tremorings of the banana moving her closer and closer to another larger orgasm. "Yes!" she cried out, coming, raising up from the waist, her eyes opening as she shook with fevered passion.
Tiffany winced as the girl's fingers clutched out, grabbing the backs of her shoulders, her fingernails digging into Tiffany's creamy flesh as she groaned with pleasure. Her feet pulled in from Tiffany's hips to press over the tops of her uptilted ass, her toes curling and pinching the rounded cheeks against the balls of her feet. She pressed her hands down against the top of the corset's back and gripped the silver chains by sliding her thumbs under them as she pushed downward, causing the links to bite deeper into Tiffany's tits, pulling them even higher on her chest. She shuddered with rapturous relief as the orgasm reached its apex, and dropped back to the table, her hands coming free of Tiffany, though the corset and chain straps remained unadjusted.
"Fuckin' all right," Marsha murmured happily as Tiffany continued to eat, almost halfway to the girl's cleave. "I want a cock t'hold," Marsha grinned groggily, looking toward the twins.
"One, or both?" one of them replied.
"Both. I want t'see if they're twins too -- see what this bitch's been enjoyin'," she said, reaching out toward either side of Tiffany. Gil and Phil stepped forward so that she could unzip their flies, Tiffany glancing from the corners of her eyes to see the girl's hands sliding their huge, erect tools free.
"Um, hasn't she been the lucky little pussy," Marsha noted admiringly, curling her fingers around the thick shafts caressingly. "Um, but these are the nicest I've ever had the pleasure of," she whispered, tightening her grip to draw her hands slowly up and down with a easy turning, moving their flesh around the bulk of their trunks.
Tiffany breathed deeper, continuing to chew as she watched their pricks redden, watching the veins strain against the sheaths of their skin as Marsha stroked them off, as this virtual stranger enjoyed the warm fullness of their cocks within her hands while she moved her mouth closer and closer to her cunt. She only wished that she could see their faces, could see their expressions of pleasure as she fulfilled their directions to go down on the girl.
"Do you guys like my banana split?" Marsha murmured with a grin, nodding down toward her loins where Tiffany ate the banana protruding from her juicy slit. "Cunt mouth there seems t'like eating it, don't you? Eatin' my banana cock, y'must be a cunt mouth, huh?" she chuckled, and Tiffany nodded. "That's a sweet thing. For bein' so good, I think you should have a real treat -- a banana split with whipped cream. I'm afraid I don't have a cherry for it," she laughed, and Tiffany saw her turning the twins' prods to point toward her face and the banana. They groaned, the girl's hands moving faster, urging their come from their heavy balls. "Make it taste better for her," Marsha said, .and the twin rods spasmed in her fists, the lips of their bulbous heads opening as their thick spend blasted hotly out, hosing over Tiffany's cheeks, nose, and mouth, splattering over the banana she was eating.
The twins grasped Marsha's waist from either side for support as they came, their pricks bucking as the last of their juices spurted loose. Tiffany murmured with pleasure, their taste coming into her mouth with the banana she chewed off, the pearly fluid spilling from her chin as they stepped back out of her line of vision, beading the coils of Marsha's muff. The girl gurgled with pleasure as Tiffany voraciously devoured the come-coated fruit, working the shaft down within the roiling cove of her loins.
Marsha tightened her vaginal muscles, rippling them up toward the shimmering burn of her lips, squeezing the banana slowly out from within her as she sat up to grasp Tiffany's head, pressing her face down against the rising meat of the fruit. Tiffany blinked with surprise, the shaft pressing out against her lips and teeth into pulp that smeared her face with its paleness and the twins' come until her face was against the girl's cleave. The peel spread outward from the base of the banana, then dropped away to the side as Marsha slid Tiffany's face over her loins, coating them both with the pasty pulp, forcing it back into the wet furrow of her sex.
"Eat me out," Marsha gasped, garing down in a fervid passion, her hands pressing Tiffany's mouth into her. Tiffany gulped and swallowed the rich delicacy of the fruit mixed with Marsha's and the twins' spendings, nuzzling her lips and teeth down into the girl, her tongue curling deep to scoop the blend out, her hands cupping the bases of Marsha's ass cheeks, her thumbs working up against the undersides of the teenager's cunny.
Marsha's back arched forward, her face flushed with arousal, her lips pulling back from her teeth as she shook with orgasms. Tiffany's tongue moved in a frenzy now as she searched out the last particles of fruit and come, probing deep into Marsha's hive, her chin twisting against the base of her slit, her nose shifting against her clit. Marsha gasped, stiffening as she came, and a tremor ran through her body, her hips bucking around Tiffany's mouthings. Her fingers curled tightly in the soft waves of her hair, her legs squeezing around the woman's head, and the air burst free of her lungs with a ragged moan.
"Tongue -- tongue bathe me," Marsha murmured after a few moments, dropping back limply atop the table.
Tiffany stretched her tongue out, pressing its tapering width to the sleek fur of Marsha's wide triangle to begin licking the mix from the ebony coils. Then she expanded her mouth over the plump cheeks to suck at them and the hair crowning them. Marsha hummed with pleasure as Tiffany cleaned the whole of her cunt, and then began washing the insides of her thighs with slow lappings of her tongue, drawing the tender surface over her flesh, moving up to her abdomen and belly until the girl's loins were clean.
Reaching out, Marsha grasped the twins' cocks, drawing them back toward her. She shifted to open her mouth wide, sucking the bulk of their still large, through flaccid, tools until she held them within her mouth, rolling them between her tongue and palate with sounds of hungry pleasure. She drew her feet back to the edges of the table, curling them against the wood so that the could press her hips up as she spread her knee as wide as she could, bringing them almost level. Her nook opened wide as she pushed it back up against Tiffany's face without uttering a word, one hand reaching out to catch the leash chain so that she could pull Tiffany's head down into the vermillion blossom of her gleaming cunt.
As Tiffany moved her tongue and lips over the warm softness of Marsha's sex, the twin cocks began to stiffen and the bases of the shafts began to come free as their thickening stuffed the girl's mouth. Her sounds of pleasure came free too as Tiffany pressed the point of her tongue clown into the fissure broiling with spasms of ecstasy. Straightening, the cocks pressed Marsha's head back from the boys, her lips stretched around them. She hugged their hips tightly, her fanny lifting from the table as she twisted her snatch around Tiffany's churning tongue, her depths blazing with pounding waves of pleasure. Her mouth opened even wider, her hand tightening around the leash, seeking to pull Tiffany's face within the searing quakings of her quiver. She groaned around the big, fully engorged tools of the twins, and the shafts popped free, gleaming with her saliva. She twisted from the waist, seized with rapturous convulsions, her depths flashing with release.
Marsha reached down with her other hand, grasping the back of Tiffany's head, and pulled her up from the wet splay, bringing her flushed face up before her own.
"Hungry," Marsha gasped, "wanta taste," and she pressed her mouth to Tiffany's face, sucking at the blend of banana and come. Her tongue slid over Tiffany's chin and lips, cleaning her features, and Tiffany murmured as the girl's tongue soothed her fevered flesh. "It's almost," Marsha murmured in a breathless whisper, "as good as your puss," and she looked away before Tiffany could react to her praise, motioning one of the twins back to her so that she could draw his now fully naked body to her, having him stretch out on his back atop the table behind her.
Marsha turned over and around to face the boy, keeping her grip on Tiffany's leash as she moved her other hand over the immense column of his rigid cock. Tiffany watched the girl slide her knees up alongside the boy as she straddled his hips, lifting her drenched snatch over the tower of his prod to ease herself down upon it, taking his bulbous head into her slit, and then beginning to slide down his long pole, impaling herself upon him. His calves banging over the sides of the table, he cupped Marsha's waist, caressing her as he revolved his hips, spiraling his tool within the gulping heat as he went deeper and deeper into her. Tiffany watched Marsha's soaked muff come to rest above his heavy bells, fully sleeving his thick length.
Marsha's hand pulled on the leash, drawing Tiffany forward, her stomach against the corner of the table. Tiffany moved her palms over the back thrust ass' deeply cleaved cheeks as Marsha's hand rested back against her hip, holding Tiffany's face between the silky pillows above the twisting of her cunt upon the twin's shaft. The scent of the girl's juices filled Tiffany's nostrils as she began to again kiss and lick, his strong thighs to her sides, the insides of her arms caressing him as the tips of her nipples slid over the polished wood.
"May -- maybe he'll butt fuck you, if he's feeling ... nice," Marsha murmured back to Tiffany. She moved her lips over his face, sliding the full globes of her tits over his chest lie pressed his tongue up into her mouth, her hands cupping. the outsides of her breasts so that he could pull the rounded nubs of her nipples against his own, his hips rocking beneath her, her snatch gripping and tugging around him, her ass squirming around Tiffany's probings.
Tiffany's torso curved back and up to her fully fanny, her straightened legs braced as she tended to Marsha, and the other twin ran his hands over the rounded cheeks of her naked ass cheeks, the corset's underarch chain visible between them, the light gleaming from the silver links and from the silver ring framing the carnation pink bud of her anus. Tiffany's eyes opened wide as she felt his big knob press into the aperture of her backside, opening the pursed entranceway into her rectum. She inhaled sharply, turning the silver ring around his thickness as he worked up within her, her anal muscles relaxing, molten heat flowering within her bowels. She moved her hands down to caress the merging of Marsha's cunny and the other twin's cock, caressing it and the heavy balls bathed with the girl's secretions as if it were the prod moving deep within her, her mouth moving more intensely, her groans blending with Marsha's.
"Oh yes," Marsha gasped against the twin's face. "Like her tongue's part o'his cock, slidin' all the way through her, both o'you in me," she gasped. gripping his shoulders as her recesses expanded and contracted, his rod moving faster within her as was Tiffany's tongue, her fingers stroking the being lips of her cant, as well as his reddened length.
Tiffany groaned with ecstasy, the girl's cheeks satin soft against her face, her hands cupping the one twin's nub to fondle them as their doubles slapped between her thighs and against the base of her coat. She was determined to build Marsha's arousal into a fronded bliss, to make more than good the twins' offer to her. Her His pulled over the table, the underarch chain taut as she squirmed her fanny against the twin's hips. Marsha's high and wide-cheek boned face moved from side to side as Tiffany and the twin built the raptures overcoming her.
"Tongue her deeper," the twin who was buggering Tiffany directed, and she nearly looked back aver her shoulder, overjoyed to hear his instruction that let her know that the relationship she had so long desired was not being terminated, that it was by their direction that she would obey the Stanfords, Anna, Marsha, or whoever they might choose. She pressed her mouth into the girl, her bands gloved with Marsha's spend as she moved her fingertips around the outsides of the girl's cunt, her thumbs stroking the base of the lips and his pumping cock. Marsha writhed with joy at Tiffany's mouthings and his positioning column.
"Faster!" one of the twins demanded, and she shivered with the prospect of them retrieving their belts, of spanking her, punishing her if she should fail, her cunt slipping wetly against the silver minim, her nipples swollen within the Balm of the chain straps. She licked and sacked, turning her face, Marsha writhing, coming again and again, Tiffany victorious. The twin's cock spasmed within the whirlpool clutchings, Tiffany's fingers urging his come from his quaking balls. He groaned against the twitching Marsha's tits, his hips bucking as he came, his tool jumping within her, his juices blasting up into her, his face twisted with the intensity of his release.
Marsha and the twin went limp, twitching in the aftermath of their climax, and Tiffany raised her face to rest her cheek upon the pillows of the girl's fanny, dizzy as she saw them and their expressions of. satisfaction. She gasped as the other twin continued to move within her backside. He reached forward around her neck and pulled the leash strap into his hand, drawing the leash taut to pull her head up and back, her back bowed toward the table between her shoulders and her ass. She groaned, his bulk glutting her underbelly, his free hand reaching around and into her slit, catching her long cat where it protruded through one of the silver links, stroking it as he churned his big rod in her. His balls slapped the base of her snatch as he thrust, her sphincter muscles tightening and loosening around him.
"Very good job on her," he said tightly.
"Th -- thank you, Gil," she whispered breathlessly, glowing with pride, his words setting off a train of orgasms.
"Gil? I'm not Gil," he replied. "I'm Phil."
"When -- when was it you?" she asked hesitantly, forcing herself to concentrate on forming the words, her head whirling with raptures. "At the store -- when I -- first saw your she stammered, and he shrugged.
"It's a mystery," they smiled, his brother looking up over Marsha's shoulder, and she slowly realized that they were twin embodiments of her desire's fulfillment, one person in relation to her and her joys.
The twin pulled on the leash, stepping back, and he sat down in a chair, drawing Tiffany back to sit upon the mammoth spar of his sex, pushing even higher into her. The other stood from the table, her eyes widening as she saw his prick hardening again, Marsha's juices and his gleaming from his thick length. He looked to the girl, who had rolled over onto her back, and slid her back to her original position, placing her cunt at the edge of the table.
"Looks like you could use a drink," he smiled. His brother moved the chair a few inches forward so that she could lean out to press her mouth back into Marsha's nook, this time to drink his thick juice from. the vermilion goblet as well as hers, the twin of the cock that had filled Marsha churning in her ass.
She tongued and sucked all of the twin's spend from Marsha, groaning up into her, the girl trembling with orgasms that extended her exhausted bliss. Then, she sat back as the leash went taut, drawing her head up from Marsha's loins, and she saw that the standing twin's prick was now fully erect. She looked down as he unsnapped the underarch chain, the wide ring sliding back around the base of his brother's shaft Realizing what he was going to do, she fought back a momentary panic at the idea of having both of their immense cocks within her, the seated twin lifting her off his prod so that he could slide up into her slit, letting her back down upon him. The idea of fucking both of them at the same time overpowered the panic, the promise of taking both of them into her snatch cancelling out the apprehension of not being able to contain them, allowing her to fully relax her vaginal muscles. Her eyes lidded as she saw the bulbous head squeeze into her above its shafts twin, gradually moving up inside her, glutting her, her underbelly convulsing with rapturous quakings of ecstasy, the twins one within her, dorsal vein to dorsal vein, their knobs stroking her cervix as they rocked their hips, shifting their doubled sex deep within her feverish body.
They slid to the floor, the one entering from behind laying back as they eased her forward atop the other, her ass raised. The twins called out, and the others returned, Carl moving his adult-sized pole through the silver ring and tip into Tiffany's ass, filling her, Larry and jiff !moiling for his big cock to slide down Into the gurgling well of Tiffany's mouth and throat Tiffany pressed one of her ripe breasts up into jiffs canny, turning the lush peak within the misted warmth. Anna knelt beside them, and Tiffany gloved her hand in the woman's snatch. Trish and Gillian sat down on either side, grasping her calves between their thighs, Tiffany rubbing her limbs against their splayed cants. Marsha straddled Tiffany to lower her spread slit against the bobbing crown of Tiffany's head, letting the gleaming waves stroke her as Tiffany's head swayed against her clit.
Tiffany was enveloped with their bodies, feeling expansive, able to embrace and contain everyone. They were groaning and shaking with pleasures she gave them, and gave to the twins through them, and it was as if they were all embodiments of the twins as they were, in turn, embodiments of one consciousness as identical within each as their bodies were identical: The cocks erupted to gush within her throat and her bowels the twins' cocks for her, the flowing come theirs, the spanning cunnies theirs, the dewy spendings theirs, the lovers who climaxed within, around, and upon her becoming extensions of the twins.
The twins had not deserted her, and she had pleased them, was pleasing them, giving and receiving joy with them, sharing ecstasy with her guides and teachers, surrendered willingly to the two who were one, her one lover. She was being swept along in a raging current of ecstasy, orgasms past counting, her mind and body a part of her climax that want on and on. Their bodies moved within her, their eyes lid ding, their cocks jumping within her underbelly as their voices echoed in her. Geysers of come blasted up into her recesses, the come bathing her mouth and throat, the come spilling from her ass. Her body vibrated around the twin spasmings of their cocks, her ears filled with their moans. Her belly writhed within the leather, her breast's swollen against the press of the silver links, her body left behind as she came, thought left behind as she came. Sheer ecstasy overwhelmed her, commanding and possessing her, its twin agents fused within her.
Tiffany came to the realization that it was the ecstasy that they were embodiments of, voyagers with her as well as guides in the exploration into the reaches of total bliss. They came together, their faces awestruck, lungs gasping, hearts pounding, muscles twitching, every sensory nerve ending glowing, fulfillment theirs, satiation achieved, dazed smiles shared between them.
