Time stood still when Cherry accidentally discovered the family threesome.
Cherry, a lovely young lady with her hair in a ponytail, with small budding breasts and long skinny legs, was a tender virgin in her early teens.
She was spending summer vacation with Mom, and Dad, and Kate, Mom's lovely kid sister who was in her early teens.
The quartet shared a big bungalow on the lake. This morning, Cherry was supposed to go out sailing, but she had to return to the bungalow to get some tanning lotion.
She got more than she bargained for!
She was going to say hello to Mom and Dad. She walked into their bedroom without knocking--and stopped, frozen with shock.
The big bed was filled with Mom, Dad,-and Kate!
And they all were naked. Nipples as fat as cherries stood out stiffly on Mom's voluptuous breasts. Dad's penis was a swollen erection, a rod of flesh.
And Kate lay with her head over Dad's lap, holding his penis upright, with her mouth open and her tongue reaching for it!
What little Cherry didn't know was that very soon, that threesome would become a foursome--with her joining the family in bed!
CHAPTER ONE
From where she crouched on the middle of the flight of darkened stairs, sweet young Cherry Randolph could see down into the living room.
And oh, what she saw!
It was the middle of the night, and some people in the house were fast asleep, but not Cherry-and not the lovers twined on the living room couch.
The steady clockwork ticking of the great old antique grandfather clock in the living room measured out slow seconds of time.
According to that clock, it was a bit before two o'clock in the morning. Mom and Dad were tucked up tight in their bedroom, fast asleep.
Tomorrow morning, bright and early, the family would pile into the trusty station wagon to make the long trek north to the resort.
It was the end of June, and the Randolph family, Mom, Dad, and their only child, fourteen year old daughter Cherry, would be going up to the exclusive resort area of Silverstone in the remote and majestic northern lake country.
It was a long trip, and Mom had spent most of the early part of the night fixing a tasty picnic lunch for her family.
Dad had suggested that everybody retire early and get plenty of sleep, since he would be rousing them early in the morning, when dawn showed.
He wanted to get off to an early start, in order to arrive at Silverstone before nightfall of the following day.
Dad was as good as his word, and obviously he took his own advice, since he and Mom had gone off to their bedroom at a little before twelve.
But not Cherry. That darling miss had gone to her room, and had lain in bed awake for what seemed like hours, unable to drift off to sleep.
She supposed it was because she was so excited. She had never been to Silverstone, and this would be the first year she was permitted to join Mom and Dad.
School was done for the summer season-thank heaven-and Cherry looked forward to a season of delight at the posh resort.
But that was hardly the only reason she could not sleep. There was so much commotion in the house that it had gotten her all restless and fired up.
Aunt Kate was going with the family. Kate really was Cherry's aunt, since Kate was the younger sister, the kid sister of Lucinda Randolph, Cherry's mom.
But Kate was only in her early twenties, lovely, full of life and fun. She and Cherry were great pals, and Cherry never thought of her as anything so stuffy as an aunt.
Kate was joining them on this vacation. She was very, very close to her older sister Lucinda, and to the rest of Lucinda's family.
Often during the year, Kate came to stay for an extended visit, although the truth was that Kate lived so close that she really didn't have to stay over.
Not that Cherry minded. She was wild about Kate. By her, Kate was strictly terrific. Kate was the older sister Cherry wished she had.
There was a lot that a fourteen year old girl could learn from a mature, lovely, and independent young lady like Kate Benton.
Cherry was getting a real lesson in life--and love-from watching Kate now.
Kate was on the couch with her boyfriend, John Foster.
He was in his late twenties, tall, handsome, broad-shouldered, virile. Cherry thought that he was just the dreamiest!
Apparently Kate shared that opinion, and more, as she eagerly demonstrated on the couch to John's delight and Cherry's edification.
Kate was a tall, leggy brunette, with a thin, delicately featured face, pert and pretty, with dark brown hair framing a wide ivory oval face.
Kate looked like a younger version of Cherry's mom, the difference being mainly that Lucinda was full-bodied and indeed voluptuous, while Kate, no less lovely, was leaner and more girlishly developed.
Kate lay on her back on the couch, while John lay on top of her. Her face was turned up for his passionate kisses, and her arms were locked on his broad back.
Kate's long brown hair fell across the seat cushions and fanned down the side of the couch. One long, lovely, denim-clad leg hung off the couch's edge.
Kate wore a white short-sleeved summer blouse and skin-tight designer jeans. Her white sandals lay on the floor where she had earlier kicked them off.
It was dim in the living room, with all the lights but one extinguished, and that light a small one which shed a warmly intimate glow.
Off to one side of the living room was a flight of stairs leading up to the second floor of the house , where the bedrooms were.
This staircase was partially concealed by an overhanging wall which began just below the midpoint of the flight of stairs.
Here was where Cherry crouched in coy concealment, just peeking her pony-tailed head around the white plaster comer of the overhanging wall.
Cherry was a little doll, pert and coltish. Young she was, but her features were doll-like, striking, heartbreakingly attractive.
She was some few inches over five feet tall. She was a skinny little thing, with her body just recently ripening into womanly curves.
Those curves were as yet only just developing, but even so, she was delicious.
It was a hot summer night, and even though the house had central air conditioning, Cherry was dressed in a pair of shortie pajamas.
These pajamas were made of the softest, lightest fabric, fitting and feeling like a caress on her smooth soft skin.
They consisted of a short-sleeved top with a knotted drawstring bow at the throat, and a pair of naughty little bikini panties at the bottom.
Cherry's thick dark hair was pulled back in a luxuriant ponytail which shone with the glossy glimmer of good health.
Her face was sharp-featured, elegant, with dark wide eyes and a cute little tumed-up button nose and wide, soft, pink rosebud lips.
Now, as she leaned forward and peered down at her aunt Kate and Kate's boyfriend John, Cherry's eyes smoldered with interest.
Cherry had discovered sex and the mysteries of love to some extent. She knew that love and sex make the world go round.
In the last year or two, girlhood had ended, bringing on dramatic changes in her form, in her emotions, in her way of thinking.
The raging hormonal storms of puberty had wrought their changes on her girlish physique, changes which awed yet delighted her.
First she had gotten her period, been blooded. When she got it, she felt like she had joined the club and was initiated into the society of women.
Her formerly flat little chest had tingled with growing developments. Softness and roundness had sprouted at her pectorals.
To her wondering amazement, she had developed breasts, which rose from the flat plain of her chest to form tender little mounds of flesh.
There were other changes, too-such as the matting of thin silky dark hairs which sprouted on her little pink-lipped pussy.
Changes had taken place which were not so physically obvious, but which were none the less powerful for all of that.
There was this whole business of boys and girls, for example--like all the other girls her age in school, Cherry had gone boy-crazy.
Constantly she wondered what it would be like to be with a boy, really be with him, to give herself to him and be made a woman.
Cherry did not fool herself that merely developing physically had qualified her for womanhood. She was still a girl.
She would remain a girl, as long as she was a virgin.
Thoughts of sex filled her waking hours. Even at night, in her dreams, she was not exempt from images of love and desire.
Like virtually all adolescents, she had an unlimited and nearly insatiable amount of curiosity about the act of love.
She , was intrigued about the mechanics of the sex act, how it was done. She had a fair amount of book learning on the subject.
Still, a sensible girl like Cherry knew that there was no substitute for the real thing, and she was determined to find out all she could.
Perhaps it was wrong of her to spy on Kate and her lover like this. Cherry didn't think that Kate would really mind, though.
Cherry came from a most sophisticated family-just how sophisticated, she would not fully know until the vacation at Silverstone.
However, the curious tender teen would get a taste of that sophistication as she watched Kate and John do whatever it is that they would do.
Kate was spending the night at the house of Cherry's parents. John Foster had arrived after dinner to take her out on a date.
The young couple had not arrived until about a half-hour ago, when the house was dark and Cherry and Mom and Dad were tucked up tight.
Kate had a key to the house, so she was able to enter without difficulty, and without having to waken one of the family to gain entrance.
But Cherry was already awake. For an hour or more she had been awake in her little room, lying on her back, fidgeting, tossing and turning.
Try as she might to drop off to sleep, she had been unable to. She guessed she was revved up and excited by the prospect of the coming trip.
Awake as she was, she had heard the low thrumming hum of John Foster's car motor as the vehicle pulled up in the driveway.
John didn't park in the street-this was an exclusive, expensive residential neighborhood, whose inhabitants paid high taxes and demanded-and got-good police protection.
To discourage prowlers, wanderers, and outsiders from the neighborhood, a law forbade cars to be parked on the street between two o'clock and dawn.
Any car so found by the numerous police patrols making their rounds down the winding suburban streets would be duly and dutifully ticketed.
So, John Foster parked in the driveway. He and Kate must have been kissing or something, because they were out in the car some ten minutes or more, parked with the lights out, before Cherry heard the couple enter the house.
John and Kate were in the living room, trying hard not to make noise and wake up the rest of the family, whom they assumed were fast asleep.
Perhaps they were a bit tipsy or stoned, since from time to time Cherry heard one or the other of them bumping into a piece of furniture, then trying vainly to stifle giggles. Cherry listened real hard.
She listened and at last she yielded to temptation and got out of bed.
She padded barefoot to the closed bedroom door. Carefully, labouringly, her fingers turned the knob and silently eased open the door.
The hall was dim, lit mainly by diffuse light which came up the stairwell from the living room below, where John and Kate were.
Cherry glanced down the hall, to where Mom and Dad's bedroom was located. The door was firmly, sensibly shut.
No lights showed under it, and there were no sounds of her parents up and about at this late hour. Cherry listened very carefully.
She tiptoed down the carpeted hall with exaggerated caution, toes feeling the way, inching over the carpeted floor noiselessly.
John and Kate weren't talking much anymore, although from time to time Cherry heard a low easy murmur of conversation from them.
She went to the stairs and sat down on the top step, resting her little buns there. She slowly went down the stairs.
She reached the midpoint of the stairs, right at the edge of the overhanging white wall, which protected her from being seen from below.
Not that John and Kate were too concerned with anybody else. They had their hands and arms full with each other, as Cherry was thrilled to see.
Red spots of color rose in her cheeks when she gazed down into the living room and saw John and Kate sprawled on the couch.
John was an athletically built six footer, with a fine head of sandy hair, green eyes, and a clean shaven tanned face.
His muscular frame swelled against the fashionable sport shirt and slacks he wore. His loafers lay on the floor in front of the couch, where he had kicked them off.
Cherry sat, leaning far forward. Her bottom rested on a stair, and her elbows rested on her knees, and she held her head in her hands.
Kate and John were really making out! Their mouths were locked together and their jaws worked as they thrust and rubbed tongues.
Kate was on her back, her arms wrapped around John Foster's broad upper back. He lay stretched out on top of her.
His slacks were stretched taut across his buns and his muscular thighs swelled and flexed as he pressed and rubbed Kate.
Well, Cherry had made out herself. More than once. She had been to some boy-girl parties at houses where parents weren't home.
Cherry loved to kiss and could do it for hours. When she made out with some of her boyfriends from school, she got really hot and bothered.
Sometimes the boy would press against her. His thing would get hard in his pants, so that Cherry felt the lump of flesh pressing against her.
The boy would rock and push and press and rub his stiff penis against her while they kissed. Sometimes the heat of the rubbing got to Cherry.
Having her pussy pressed and rubbed, even through clothes, got her all weak and wet. When she was really excited, she would let the boy, if he was really cute and she really liked him, lift her skirt and play with her titties.
Sometimes the boys wanted to open her pants and reach inside, but Cherry never let them get that far.
Cherry was happy to see that she was on the right track. John and Kate were doing no more than Cherry had done with some of her boyfriends.
Kate hugged John, fondled and caressed his broad rippling shoulders. As they kissed, he pressed his groin against Kate's.
Cherry was most interested to see what Kate would do.
Cherry was no innocent. She knew about the facts of life. Her parents, no prudes, had always instructed their daughter that sex was a natural and important part of life.
She had seen the films in her junior high school health and hygiene classes. She had studied the clinical, anti-erotic diagrams in her Family education textbook.
She had even seen some sex scenes in the R-rated movies she had gotten in to see. But there was no substitute for the real thing....
She hoped that she was going to get to see some of the real thing as she watched Kate and her boyfriend John on the couch.
John worked in the city, and would not be joining Kate and the rest of the family on the trip tomorrow.
However, he would be heading up for the lakeside resort of Silverstone as soon as the weekend rolled around, in a few days.
Cherry's Dad had taken off some time from work, to vacation with his wife and daughter at the resort.
Cherry and Mom would stay there throughout most of the summer. After the first week or so, Dad would commute back home, and would join them on weekends.
Since Kate wouldn't see or be with her boyfriend for a few days, Cherry had hopes that the young lady would give John something to remember her by.
Down below, John pulled his mouth off Kate's. Kate was hot-eyed, dreamy, sighing. Her face blushed from his kisses and his touch.
Her mouth was open, lips moist with saliva. She fondled his hair and turned up her face for more of his kisses.
John stopped kissing her on the mouth. He pasted scores of quick tiny kisses on her face, then licked his way down her neck.
His face was over her bosom. Kate had pert pear-shaped breasts which stood up full and firm inside her shirt.
The top of her blouse was unbuttoned, flashing the swelling curves of her breasts where the flesh was tanned a rich golden glowing hue.
John's face was held poised over Kate's bosom. His face was as red and flushed as hers was. Cherry felt like she would really see something now.
Sure enough, she did.
John pressed his heated face in Kate's bosom and nuzzled her breasts through her blouse, pressing against soft bosom flesh.
Kate oohed and aahed. Her head tilted back, swirling her long dark hair. She fondled John's hair, pressing his head-to her flesh.
He peeled back the folds of her blouse and unbuttoned them and exposed her breasts. Her nipples stood out as stiff points.
He slipped his hand inside her blouse and fondled her. Kate was braless, her pert full breasts standing firm without the need for support.
Tiring of this indirect method, John eased up off her.
Alarmed, stifling a gasp, Cherry pressed back, ducking behind the overhang, fearful that the lovers would part for the night.
Hardly--as Cherry happily discovered a moment later, when she dared take another look, John was undressing Kate.
Cherry's eyes bulged in the sockets. The rosy red spots of heated color glowing in her cheeks fanned through the rest of her face.
Her fair face burned in a heated blush. Other warmth tingled inside her, especially a creeping wet warmth between her legs.
Kate, sitting up on the couch, pulled up her blouse, baring her breasts. She let the blouse drop to the floor.
She was very tan, but the bikini top she had worn under the sun showed its outline in a pair of milky-white triangles covering her breasts.
That contrast-of those milky white breasts against the glowing golden tone of the rest of her taut flesh-was delicious.
Her nipples were a rich, deep dark pink, with neat round aureoles haloing the pert stiff points of the nipples.
Kate was quite well formed. Thinking of her own budding breasts, Cherry wistfully wondered when she would develop such a fine set as Kate.
John was quite open in his admiration for Kate's endowment. His hands were on her tender breasts, feeling and fondling and caressing.
Kate smiled a slow sexy smile, clutching her boyfriend's shoulders as he handled her breasts. His hands stroked the soft fleshy mounds.
He played with her nipples, taking them one by one between his fingers, rolling, pulling, playfully tweaking them.
Tingling throbbed in Cherry's own nipples, which were pert little points of flesh jutting from the tips of her tender mounds.
Her little nipples stiffened, puckered, became hard, like points of rocky flesh. They were sore from stiffness.
They stood out like tiny pink pebbles against the soft, clinging fabric of her pajama top, a fabric so sheer and fine and lightweight that it seemed almost nonexistent.
Cherry's breasts were only slightly larger than plums, ripely delicate pink plums which sprouted from her lean torso.
Those nipples throbbed. Each time they pulsed, they made her quiver all over, especially between the legs.
Cherry pressed her long legs together, squeezing her slim pink thighs against her little pussy, which had begun to tingle, too.
If the tender teen was tingling just from watching, she could imagine how Kate must be feeling under the fondling.
And John, too-Cherry saw Kate slip her slim hand between her boyfriend's legs and press the stiff erection in the groin of his trousers.
Now it was his turn to moan with wanting, as Kate fondled him between the legs, rubbing his stiff penis, exciting him.
He pressed his face to her bosom, and his hands were replaced by his mouth, which pressed hot fierce kisses on her bare breasts.
Kate leaned dose to John and whispered something, some suggestion, into his ear. Eagerly he disengaged and got off the couch.
Luckily for Cherry, he stood so that his back was to the stairs where she lurked and spied on him and Kate-but he was so aroused and involved with Kate that he, and Kate, were oblivious to all else but each other.
John rose and stood at the side of the couch. For an instant he was in profile, giving Cherry a real good look at his endowment.
The red burning blush glowed deeper and hotter on her face, as her wide eyes eagerly examined the way his erection bulged in the groin of his pants.
Kate was moving, too, moving on the couch, pulling her long legs under her, tucking them under her so that she knelt on the couch.
John faced her. He unbuckled his belt, opened his pants, took down his zipper.
His pants fell down around his feet. He wore a pair of tight white cotton briefs whose crotch was stretched to the bursting point by his erection.
He pulled down his shorts-a stiff penis flopped down and jutted from his hips, red and thickly swollen, bobbing in Kate's face.
Kate oohed and aahed. Her pink pointed tongue made a circuit of her lips, wetting them with moisture and makingg them shine.
She took the lead now, reaching out and taking hold of John's stiff penis, squeezing and stroking the rigidly red shaft.
His hairy balls were hard, swollen. She stroked them and made him shlyer.
She moved her head to his hips and pressed her lips against the heack'df his penis. Those puckered lips pressed hot smooching kisses on his cock head.
Cherry could hardly breathe, she was so excited. She was surely seeing more than she ever dared hope to see!
John's handsome features were red and thick with lust as Kate's smooching lips pressed his wide, swollen cock head with kisses.
Her fingers lightly slid along his shaft, feeling and fondling him. He fondled her hair, smoothing it against her scalp.
Taking a firm hold of the member, Kate stuffed the head of it in her mouth.
She took it between her lips, pressing the lips below the arching rim of his cock head. She licked and sucked and slurped on the swollen head.
Moaning, John Foster leaned forward, working his hips, sliding the full length of his member across her lips and into her hot sweet sucking mouth.
Kate's head bobbed back and forth as she sucked her boyfriend.
CHAPTER TWO
As she watched Kate make love to her boyfriend by mouth, sweat oozed from the pores of Cherry's smooth soft skin, soaking her.
The thin sheen of sweat made her nightie cling to her damp flesh, moistening the fragile fabric. The sweat was musky and sweet.
Cherry's nipples ached like anything. Each time they throbbed, she felt the pulse of them all the way down to her pussy.
Anxiously, aroused, she pressed her lean pink thighs together, squeezing them against the thin and quivering lips of her precious pussy.
The sweat which poured from her pores, soaking her pajama top, was mild compared to the secretions oozing inside her sex.
Cherry was dripping wet between her legs. Wet, and hot. Moisture oozed from between her pussy lips to soak into the cotton crotch of her pretty little panties.
When she pressed her thighs against her pussy lips, the labia quivered even more fiercely, sending shivery sensations through her.
Down below, Kate's head and mouth worked out below John Foster's waist.
John still wore his shirt, which showed dark circles of sweat under the arms, and was wet and damp and pressed his broad back.
But below the shirt he was naked, with lean hips, rounded buttocks, muscular hairy thighs flexing with tension.
His penis was a rod of flesh jutting from his hips. In the position where he stood on the floor at couch-side, his groin was level with the head of Kate.
His stiff penis was plugged in her mouth. Kate clutched his hips as she bobbed her head back and forth and thus sucked his member.
Her puckered lips slid up and down his pole of flesh. She started slowly and teasingly, gliding her head back and forth.
Her long masses of shimmering brown hair rippled like water. That hair, parted in the middle of her scalp, fell down on either side of her face.
The hair was cut in a simple sweeping curve, the tips of which brushed her smooth bare shoulders. As she rocked her head back and forth, her flailing hair whipped lightly against John's corded thighs and his cock and balls.
His penis was long, thick, and red. Soon it glistened with Kate's saliva.
As she bobbed her head back and forth, his penis got wetter and redder. Saliva spilled down the sides of her mouth, wetting her chin.
She sucked and slurped, liquid sounds reaching Cherry clearly on the steps.
Kate's head bobbed-John threw his hips forward, sliding his penis deeper into her mouth, pushing it far into the back of the mouth.
Cherry wondered how Kate could manage to take such an impressive rod of flesh deep in her mouth without choking.
Kate was obviously quite skilled at this oral specialty. John Foster clenched his teeth and die wed the inside of his cheeks to keep from crying out with pleasure.
Back and forth Kate's head bobbed, the motions causing her pert breasts to jiggle enticingly, the nipples standing out on the full firm mounds.
John's buttocks were tightly clenched and hard as he worked his member in and out, back and forth, driving it ever faster.
When he pulled his hips back, withdrawing his member from inside Kate's mouth, she would bob her head backward, away from him.
He would pull back until only the head of his penis was held between her lips.
Then he would lurch forward, sliding his member over her lips and plunging it deep into her mouth, so that it sank within her lips.
He rocked faster and faster. There was the sound of John grunting for breath, and the steady liquid sound of the sucking.
From the way John twisted his head from side to side, moaning softly and more and more frequently, Cherry guessed that the climax was at hand.
She guessed correctly. Suddenly, John Foster threw his hips forward, plunging his stiff penis deep into Kate's mouth.
He had gone so deep that the base of his shaft was encircled by her parted, puckered lips, while Kate's nose pressed his thick dark pubic patch.
Instead of pulling back, this time he held his cock deep in her.
He shook and shivered, his face compressing, red sweating features scrunching up and face twisting with ecstasy.
He came. Kate tilted her head back and the corded muscles of her swan-like neck flexed and shifted as she gulped his seed down her throat.
Cherry was deliciously shocked by Kate's daring. Why, Kate didn't even so much as blink an eye when she swallowed down his come!
John shook and shivered. He tossed his head this way and that like a stud bull, sweat showing and shining on his face.
He put his hands on Kate's smooth bare shoulders and held on tight to keep his balance. The last throes of his orgasm forced a gasp from him.
Then he stopped shaking, erotic tension now released in blissful sexual satisfaction.
He moaned weakly and some of the stiffness left his muscular form and his taut body sagged as the heat of afterglow filled him.
He whispered endearments to Kate. He fondled her hair and face. She continued to clutch his cock in her sucking mouth.
Would they do more? Would they-
A light touch fell on Cherry's shoulder. At the same time, a hand covered her mouth. She was caught!
Dread filled her. Warm breath tickled her pink shell-like ear as a mouth moved close to it to whisper to her.
"Honey, it's time you were in bed," Dad said softly. "Now come on up, and don't make any noise that might give you away."
The hand, which had been clapped over her mouth to stifle any outcry of surprise from the youngster, was now removed.
Cherry felt weak, shaky, and very guilty. She cast a glance down at the living room, but happily, Kate and John were unaware of what was taking place on the stairs.
Cherry was all hot and cold at once. She rose, but her legs were rubbery and her knees were so weak that she had a difficulty in standing.
Dad was there. He held her by the arm, supporting her so she wouldn't lose her balance. She leaned against him and went upstairs.
Dad, Dolan Randolph, was a maturely handsome man in his middle forties with a lion-like head and a fine, fit, athletic frame.
He wore only a pair of striped pajama bottoms on this warm night, and was bare from the waist up, muscles shifting and sliding and flexing.
He had broad shoulders, thick arms, a wide chest with a torso that tapered down to lean hips and a flat, taut belly.
Curly black hair, masses of it, covered his chest, belly, back, and shoulders. The thick hair was surprisingly soft and fleecy, Cherry knew.
She tiptoed up the stairs, quiet as a little mouse. So involved had she been in watching Kate and John, that she had been unaware of Dad coming up behind her.
It was dim at the top of the stairs, where only a little light leaked up the stairwell from the living room.
Cherry glanced down the hall, where the door to her parents bedroom lay slightly ajar. The bedroom was dark, the lights off.
Cherry was glad, since she hoped that her mother wasn't awake, too.
Dad whispered, "That wasn't very nice, honey."
"I know, Dad! I'm sorry!" Cherry gripped his muscular forearm. "You-you won't tell on me to Kate, will you?!"
"No, of course not, darling ... you know me better than that!" Dad grinned, that wide smooth shining grin which Cherry never failed to find utterly charming.
"It'll be our little secret, Cherry. No harm done. But you get to bed now, honey, since we've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow."
"I sure will, Dad!"
Father and daughter spoke in hushed low tones only they could hear. Dad walked Cherry down the hall to her bedroom.
"Goodnight, sweetheart."
"'Night, Daddy!"
Cherry stood on tiptoes to kiss her tall daddy on his cheek. Her pink rosebud lips pressed his cheek in a quick wet kiss.
Dad laughed fondly and gave Cherry a little pat on the rear. "Now, you get your buns in bed and you keep them there for the rest of the night!"
Cherry promised she would and she went into her bedroom, easing the door shut behind her, then crossing the floor and hopping into bed.
Dad stood outside her door for a moment, listening to her climb into bed, hearing the soft squeaking of bedsprings and the sighing of the girl.
A moment passed, two. and still he did not hear Cherry stray from her bed. Chuckling to himself, he went on down the hall.
He had to pass the stairwell in order to reach his bedroom. As he passed it he paused, listening for the sounds of Kate and John.
He heard soft moans, sighs, murmurs. He stood at the top of the stairs for a moment, ears cocked, listening to the sounds of love.
At last he shrugged and, grinning slyly, he tiptoed down the stairs and took up the position formerly occupied by his daughter.
Looking down into the living room from behind the overhanging white wall, Dad had a deliciously good look at Kate and John.
The young lovers had adopted a new position. Kate stood with her jeans and panties down and her backside presented to John.
Dolan felt his cock begin to stiffen.
Kate leaned forward from the waist, so that she was bent forward at a right angle, propping herself up by pressing her palms against an arm of the couch.
In that position, her pert breasts dangled, the nipples stiff and dark pink. Her buttocks were thrust out, pressing toward John.
She was a lithe, long-legged young lady with a deliciously rounded rump and a pair of stunningly slender and long legs.
Her jeans, her panties, lay on the floor not far from her feet, where she had stepped out of the garments.
John approached her from behind. The sucking she had given him only minutes ago had not diminished the vigor of his stiffly swollen penis.
His member stood out straight and tall, burning a dull glowing red, saliva shining stickily on the shaft.
His penis was a red arrow pointed at her rear. He came up behind her, his cock twitching, bobbing, swaying slightly.
He embraced her from behind, big strong hands wrapping around smooth hips to rub and fondle and embrace them.
Kate invitingly wiggled her backside, lush buttocks jiggling. Leaning back, she pressed her soft warm rear against his rod.
John stifled a moan as his stiff red member was pressed by the lush softness of her backside. He pressed his penis in the crack of her ass.
The stiff red rod nestled lengthwise in the bottom cleft, soft bottom flesh pressing it on either side. He rocked back and forth.
His member got stiffer and more swollen from rubbing her rear. Kate spread her feet wider apart, parting her thighs and opening the access to her pussy.
Below the ripely rounded globes of her rear were a pair of rosy red pussy lips, fragile butterflies of labial flesh.
John reached between her legs and rubbed her. Kate's face glowed in pleasure. She squeezed her eyes shut, while her mouth gaped open.
She moved back and forth, responding to his feeling and fondling of her. His hand worked between her legs.
He stroked her soft pussy lips. Kate's breath came faster. Her breasts bobbed and shook like ripe pears dangling on a tree branch.
John pressed the top of his middle finger against her pussy lips. He eased it inside her, sliding the finger between the pussy lips.
Kate gasped as the finger filled her up to its knuckle.
John fucked her with his finger for a moment or two, getting her hot and wet. He eased his finger in and out, back and forth.
Juices from her sweet sex shone on the finger. She got wetter, with pussy secretions seething and oozing around the finger which fucked her.
At the same time, Cherry was playing with herself in bed, trying to do something to ease her terrific erotic tension.
Watching Kate take her boyfriend by mouth and suck him off had set Cherry's imagination on fire-and her libido, too.
Like all adolescents, the juices of life were fresh and strong in her flesh. Now she was on fire with lust which must be satisfied.
She lay in bed, covered only with a sheet, the muted hum of the air conditioner vent hanging in the darkness of the room.
Sweet Cherry lay on her back with a sheet pulled up to her neck. Her hands were busy under the sheet.
Her eyes were closed, so nothing interfered with the bright mental image pictures which filled her head and excited her further.
In her mind's eye, she replayed the scene of all that she watched Kate and John Foster performing so enthusiastically downstairs.
Cherry's nipples were stiff little buttons-more sore than ever. It seemed as though they wouldn't soften naturally and go flat by themselves.
Cherry wondered in a flash of stomach-churning anxiety if Daddy had seen her stiff nipples. He was a shrewd one who didn't miss much.
Anyway, he hadn't been mad or anything at her-if anything, he had seemed amused by her eager interest in the acts of love.
Thoughts and mental images of Daddy mixed in her mind with pictures of Kate and John Foster and Mom and some boys she liked from school.
Cherry thought of them all as she touched herself. She knew she was going to play with her pussy until she made herself come.
She felt a little guilty about that-not that she thought masturbation was bad, but because she thought it was a childish.
After all, she was growing up. Little girls played with themselves, but big girls should have lovers to make them come alive.
Cherry had only been with boys roughly her own age, or a year or two older. Some of them had tried really hard to get into her pants.
But she had never let any of them get farther than rubbing her pussy through her panties-and that treat had been reserved for only one or two boys.
Once, very daringly, she had touched a boy's thing--he was really cute and really horny and he had begged her for some relief.
He opened his pants and reached inside them and pulled his stiff penis out of the flyhole. It was long and thick and hard.
He took Cherry's hand and pressed it in her lap, rubbing it against his penis. He had guided her hand, wordlessly showing her where and how to rub him.
His thing had been throbbing and oh so hot when she touched it. The boy was even hotter than his penis and had come quickly.
It had only taken a few strokes of Cherry's shy slim-fingered hand on his shaft to bring him off and make him come.
He had moaned loudly, his face all red and twisted, mouth gaping wide open as he came and spurted masses of semen.
Semen bubbled up from his penis, spurting on the cushions of the couch and narrowly missing getting on Cherry's clothes.
She got some of the stuff on her hand, and had wiped it off with some tissues. The boy had been so grateful and loving!
But Cherry had never let a boy put even a finger on her naked pussy. Now, in her bed, she fingered herself through her panties.
The cotton crotch of the panties wad damp with the secretions which had oozed through her pussy lips while she sat on the stairs.
Cherry pressed and rubbed herself, sliding her fingers up and down.
And those stiff little nipples of hers-like her pussy, they, too, cried out for some loving attention.
Cherry took hold of the drawstring of the knotted bow of her pajama top, and pulled it open and untied it.
With the knotted bow untied, she was able to open the front of the nightie top, peeling the folds of fabric to the sides.
She did so, baring the tender little plum-shaped buds of her breasts, mounds crowned by the sweetest and most petite pink nipples.
Cherry felt her breasts, fingers sliding over the softest flesh. Again and again those caressing fingers strayed to her nipples.
She squeezed and pulled the nipples. When she pinched them really hard, they hurt, but it was a good hurt which set her trembling.
Heat rose in her crotch, and fondling herself through the panties suddenly was not enough.
So, she reached inside them.
Inside the panties it was hot and humid. Her little bush was damp with sweat, while her pussy lips were sticky with her juices.
Her pussy lips quivered as she touched herself down there. She seemed incredibly sensitive, with the slightest touch making her gasp.
Her fingers slid caressingly, up and down the pussy lips. As she fondled herself between the legs with one hand, the other hand played with her titties.
Her sliding hand pushed down her moist panties, so that they were rolled to the tops of her thighs, baring her sex to her touch.
Cherry was hot and breathless. She pressed the tip of her middle finger against the pussy lips and slowly eased it inside.
Within the slitted pink pussy lips she was wet and dripping, with sticky juices making the pussy walls all slippery.
Cherry slipped her finger in gingerly. She was tight inside her little slit, and membranes pressed the finger easing within them.
She put the finger in deep, until the tip of it touched the tender tissue of her maidenhead and set it to quivering.
Cherry quickly pulled her finger back out. She didn't want to get involved with the physical barrier to womanhood-her maidenhead.
That was the one thing that scared her about sex-in order to make love, she would have to have her cherry broken.
She had heard that it hurt. She was worried, but she knew that someday she would have to sacrifice that small piece of flesh.
Someday soon. But not yet.
Her fingertip pressed the top of her slit, finding the tiny button of her clitoris. When she rubbed it, sparks shot through her.
Cherry turned her sweating face and pressed it in the pillow to muffle her soft cries of desire as she rubbed the clitoris faster and harder.
She imagined what it would be like to have a man, a real handsome man, all naked and hard in her bed-in her.
When she surrendered her virginity, she wanted the occasion to be really special. She wanted a tender and inexperienced lover.
She wondered what it was like for Kate when John did it to her.
John was very big between his legs-even from where she had lurked at the middle of the stairway, Cherry had seen the size of his thing.
Cherry wondered if a big thing like that could fit inside her. After all, even her middle finger felt tight when she put it inside her pussy.
As she wondered, she worked her fingers between her legs, sliding them on her little clitoris and kindling an erotic fire.
She came.
When she climaxed, she closed her thighs and pressed them real hard against her pussy, the membranes of which convulsed with orgasm.
She pressed those thighs against her hand, squeezing it, pressing it hard against her pussy flesh as convulsions shook her.
She took a comer of the pillow in her mouth and bit down on it, hard, to keep from crying out from the ecstasy which shook her.
Downstairs in the living room, Kate and John knew ecstasy of their own.
John gripped the red rod of his penis, its swollen head rising out from his fist. He pressed the head to Kate's pussy.
He slid the cock head up and down her slit. The tip of the cock head pressed the slot where her pussy lips joined and rolled up and down them.
Kate groaned with desire, and moved her hips so that her pussy rubbed hard against the penis which was held to it.
John firmly held the head of the member to Kate and wedged open the lips of her pussy with the cock head, exposing slippery pink membranes.
He stuffed his swollen cock head inside her. Kate gasped as she was entered. He inched forward, working his rod in and out of her.
He thrust forward, penetrating her. His hips rocked her buttocks, rippling them, and the impact set her dangling breasts to bobbing.
He put his thing deep in her, so that the base of his cock was gripped by her pussy lips. He took a full firm hold of her hips.
His hands clutched those hips as he fucked her. She responded with passion equal to his own, and worked her hips in response.
His penis was a thick red rod pumping in and out of her pussy.
The penis of Cherry's father, Dolan Randolph, stood up straight and tall in his pajama bottoms, rising like a tentpole.
He gripped the head of the cock and squeezed it, playing with himself as he watched his wife's kid sister being fucked.
When his excitement reached a fever pitch, he rose silently, his erection swelling and bulging in the front of his pajama bottoms.
He padded up the stairs and hurried to his own bedroom, where his luscious wife Lucinda occupied half of a big double bed.
He eased the door shut. His eyes were accustomed to the dimness and his feet felt their way across the floor as he padded to the bed.
Lucinda lay in bed, on her side, hair dark on the pillow, hip curved, legs bent, breathing softly.
Dolan Randolph stood at the bedside, tugging his pajama bottoms off his hips. They fell to his feet and he was naked.
His penis was a red hot rod of flesh jutting from his hips. He slid into bed beside his wife and pressed up to her.
Lucinda Randolph was some seven years younger than her husband. She was a great beauty, a maturely voluptuous lady, a full-bodied, bosomy brunette.
Her hair was full and thick, carefully yet simply styled, framing her face. Her brown hair was almost black.
She lay with her head on the pillow, dark lashes fluttering, mouth slightly open, her soft slow breathing a murmured hush in the room.
Dolan Randolph pressed up to her from behind. Lucinda wore a sheer and slinky white nightie, a gauzy gown which was full and yet almost non-existently fragile.
He lay on his side and pressed up against her, his stiff penis nestling against her backside, a pair of lusciously plump globes.
The sheer nightie was pulled tight across those globes of flesh. He nuzzled her and rubbed his stiff penis against her.
Lucinda murmured sleepily. He put his hand on her soft smooth shoulder and he rolled her on her back on the bed.
His hands were at the hem of her gown, lifting it up over her long dancer's legs, up to her hips, baring her honeyed crotch.
His desire was fierce, hot. He stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked it wet and smeared saliva on it and then pressed it to her pussy.
He ran it along her pussy lips, wetting her. He smeared more saliva on the head of his cock and then he rolled on top of her.
His knees opened her thighs, and he pressed the head of his cock against her pussy, stuffing it inside her.
Lucinda came awake as he entered her with one swift surging stroke.
She was semi-conscious, dazed with sleep, but she murmured with growing desire and moved under him, wrapping her arms around him.
She was hardly ready for him, so his cock was tight in her pussy, lubricated at first only by the saliva he smeared there.
CHAPTER THREE
It was early in the evening, with plenty of golden daylight left before the sun slipped below the western hills, so Cherry and Mom went for a walk.
The family-Mom and Dad, Cherry, and Kate-had arrived at Silverstone in late afternoon, and had gotten settled for the last hour or so.
After most of their belongings were stowed away in the bungalow, Mom suggested that Cherry accompany her for a walk to see the sights.
It sounded like a great idea to Cherry. This was her first visit ever to the private resort, and she was eager to explore it.
Dad declined to come along on the walk. He had done the driving on the long trip from home up to this region of mountain lakes.
Kate likewise declined, saying that she was rather tired from having come home so late the night before, and needed a little nap.
Cherry thought she knew better. She knew why Kate was tired-from all that good hard loving she had gotten and given with her boyfriend.
Cherry would have given a lot, to have been able to stay on the stairs last night and watch everything that Kate did with John Foster.
Cherry was sure that the party hadn't ended between the two young lovers after Kate sucked off John-Cherry was positive that she heard them down there much later than that, while she lay in her single bed, sleepy and satisfied.
Daddy was a dear, and not by the slightest sign or word did he let on that he had caught his darling daughter in the act of peeping.
Once or twice, when nobody else was watching, he had flashed Cherry a sly wink.
She was very grateful that he didn't bring up the issue. Daddy was a darling, but she would have been really embarrassed to have to explain herself and her act of spying on the lovers in the living room.
But Daddy didn't bring up the subject, and neither did she.
Cherry looked deliciously fetching. She wore a tight white T-shirt and a pair of red satin gym shorts, white ankle socks and canvas shoes.
Lucinda, her mom, wore a short-sleeved pink blouse and a pair of khaki shorts and socks and sneakers.
Mother and daughter followed the dirt path which wound through the thick woods surrounding the lake at the resort.
Silverstone was something really special. Located in the mountainous lake district, it was high in the hills, with gorgeous scenery.
There were endless regions of thick green forest and smoky blue hills. The air was like wine, sweet and fresh and clear.
The resort was located at the plateau of a hilly region. Daddy had explained that the lake was created ages ago by glaciers.
The lake was a round blue with crystal clear water. Located around it were the various bungalows where the guests stayed.
The bungalows were wooden, one story, with porches and plenty of privacy, so they were not grouped so closely that one group of guests was on top of another.
'Ihe bungalows had all the conveniences, including indoor bathrooms with tubs, a kitchenette where meals could be prepared, and enough rooms for the family.
Privacy was assured, since the lake was the property of the Silverstone complex, and as such was closed to all but the guests and staff.
The place was not particularly crowded, either. From what Cherry had seen of the guests since she arrived, they were an extraordinarily good-looking bunch.
She had even seen some kids her own age, including a real cute boy or two.
She was real glad that there kids her own age here, and not all grownups. There were no little kids, though.
It was a rule of Silverstone that no children under the age of thirteen were permitted to attend the resort.
The patrons of the place came up for peace and quiet, and did not want the cries and noise of the small fry to disturb them.
As a fourteen year old, Cherry guessed she was one of the youngest persons at the place. Well, she was well behaved, and could easily fit in.
She felt quite grown-up. After all, this was the first summer she had ever been permitted to come along with her folks.
Up until now, in previous summers, Cherry had been sent away to summer camp, while Mom and Dad vacationed here.
But this year, Cherry had been delighted when her parents told her that she was a big girl, and old enough to come to Silverstone with them.
Cherry and her mother wandered along the scenic lakeside trail. The aroma of the big trees, oaks and pines, was tart and tangy.
Across the lake could be seen the main lodge. It was made of blond wood, unpainted and elegant, designed to integrate into the landscape.
In the lodge were the various recreation rooms, dance halls, dining room, snack bar, game room, bar, and all the other comforts.
A series of steep wooden stairs spilled down from the lodge to the lakeside, where a long dock jutted into the water.
There was sailing and canoeing. Out at the far end of the lake were two white triangles marking a pair of day sailers.
The lake was small and pure, and no power boats were allowed to spoil the mood of the sylvan setting, the peace and quiet.
Cherry knew she was going to have the best summer ever!
Back at the bungalow, Dad was working on his own pleasure-and Kate's.
Kate wore a red blouse and loose-fitting white slacks. Her feet were bare.
Dolan Randolph, her mature brother-in-law, was dressed in a madras sport shirt and a pair of tan Bermuda style shorts.
In the bungalow, there was a living room with a fireplace, a bedroom with a double bed for Dolan and Lucinda, and another bedroom which Cherry and Kate would share.
Kate could have had her own room, but she was more than fond of Cherry, and had insisted on bunking with her.
The two girls would double up and share a bed-but at this moment, while Cherry and Mom walked around the lake, Kate shared her bed with someone else.
Daddy-Dolan Randolph, father of Cherry and husband of Kate's older sister.
Kate and Lucinda had always been exceptionally close, all their lives, and shared all their possessions equally.
Lucinda had some ultra-modern ideas about life and particularly about love, ideas which she had passed on to her younger sister.
The sisters shared all things-including their men.
Now, Dolan Randolph sat on the bed in the room which Kate and Cherry shared, while Kate sat on his lap, exchanging kisses with him.
Dolan had not had Kate for a while, and was eager for her, ardent. The little show he had gotten the night before, when she made love with John Foster in the living room, had fired up his passion and he was hot for her.
She sat on his lap with her soft slim hands resting on his wide strong shoulders, clutching them as they exchanged hot kisses.
Her bottom pressed his groin, the weight of her buttocks soft and warm on him.
His mouth was attached to hers, open mouths locked together, tongues thrusting and working, licking and sliding.
Her mouth was hot and wet and sweet. His tongue rubbed hers and tasted the spicy riches of her mouth, while her warm breath wafted in his mouth.
He held her with one arm around her waist, snuggled up tight. As she leaned into him for kisses, her pertly pointed breasts pressed her red blouse.
Still kissing her, he reached for those breasts and fondled them through her shirt.
Her nipples were stiff. He felt them throb through the shirt. He pressed his palm against her mounds and fondled them.
As her fires rose, she squirmed on his lap, causing him to squirm.
His penis, pressed by the weight of her rear, throbbed heavily. As she moved, her firm buttocks rolled back and forth over his groin.
His penis, tingling heavily, stirred under her. Growing in twitching jerks, the thick limp member stiffened and went hard.
Within seconds, it was a stiff rod of flesh pressing her rear like a piece of lead pipe tucked inside his pants.
His hand, making free with her breasts, fondling them, dropped down to rest on the taut tops of her thighs.
He fondled her through her slacks. He put his hand between her thighs and pressed them open, exposing her crotch to his touch.
She was all hot and lithe and electric in his arms. He touched her between the legs and rubbed her pussy through her pants.
He finally took his hand away from her crotch-but only so he could take off her clothes. He tugged at the bottom of her blouse.
Kate pulled her mouth off his, her lips moist and pliant.
"Is this wise?" she murmured. "I mean, what if Lucinda and Cherry should come back and find us together?"
"No worry on that score," he chuckled. "Lucinda will take care of that. She'll be sure to take Cherry on a good long walk. They won't be back for an hour."
"Well, then...." Smiling, shrugging prettily, Kate pulled off her blouse and discarded it on the floor.
She was bare from the waist up, since she went braless as usual.
"I love these," Dolan murmured, fondling her bare breasts, his touch lingering on nipples jutting stiffly from the tips of the breasts.
He eased her off his lap. He and she rose to their feet.
Clothes rustled as they were removed from their bodies. Presently Dolan and Kate stood naked, facing each other.
Kate was tall, lean, long legged. She had high firm breasts, pert and pointed and conical, the nipples standing out stiffly.
He belly was flat, her hips lean, her thighs taut. There was a delicious roundness to her bottom, the buttocks standing out in swelling hemi-spheres.
Her hair was moderately dark brown. Her pubic bush was quite dark, a triangle of soft fur which partially covered the dusky lips of her pussy.
Her pussy was a flower of flesh between her legs.
Dolan, equally naked, reached for her. Adult male and young lady pressed together frontally in a clinging embrace.
His stiff penis was standing straight up, sandwiched between his hips and hers. Her stiff nipples throbbed against his hard chest.
As they kissed, his hands roamed her body, sliding down her elegantly curved spine to feel and fondle her ripe buttocks.
She pressed into him, grinding her hips into his.
They broke the kisses long enough to leave the room. Dolan took her by the hand and they padded barefoot and naked into the bedroom he shared with Lucinda.
They would make love in this bed. It didn't matter if they got the sheets stained, sweaty, and soiled-since they had no secrets from Lucinda.
But it was too soon to set Cherry thinking, by presenting her with a bed which was damp and disarranged from the act of love.
Cherry was growing up, yes-but she would have to be brought along with care, and slowly initiated and introduced to the bedroom world of her parents and Kate.
Which is why Cherry had been brought along to Silverstone-a very special place.
Kate and Dolan arranged themselves on the bed. Dolan lay on his side. Kate climbed on the bed and stretched out on her side, facing him.
Only Kate positioned herself so that her head was down by his crotch, while his head was poised only inches from her pussy.
Dolan reached for her, taking hold of her hips. Her smooth flesh, resilient with the tautness of youth, was smooth yet springy to his touch.
He pressed his face against her crotch. The fleece of her bush was silky against his face, as he moved his kissing lips to her labia.
At the same time, her hand took hold of his penis, holding it in position so that she could stuff it inside her mouth.
Her puckered lips pressed the penis and slid down the shaft as she took the rod into her mouth, taking it deep.
The cock head throbbed as it slid over the slippery roof of her mouth. Her twitching tongue curled its edges around the base of his shaft.
Kate parted her thighs, lifting one leg to open her pussy to his mouth. Up from the folds of pink flesh came the sweet musky perfume of her sex.
He pressed his lips to her pussy lips and covered them with kisses. They-quivered as he smooched them. Kate moaned softly.
Since her mouth was molded around his member, her moans vibrated through his shaft and set his swollen balls to tingling.
She licked and sucked and slurped at his stiff cock.
He pressed his tongue to her pussy lips and started licking. From the top of the slit to the bottom, then back up again, his tongue traced out her folded sex.
As he licked the labia, covering them with a sticky sheen of saliva, the perfume of her pussy got richer, deeper, more musky.
She pushed her hips forward, grinding her pussy against his mouth.
He pressed the tongue to her pussy lips and slipped it inside. She shivered with lust as the tongue penetrated her pussy.
Her juices tingled on his tongue. His parted lips pressed her quivering pussy lips. Membranes rolled and pulsed on his mouth.
She tasted sweet, fresh, delicious. He lapped at the juices, swallowing them.
Her mouth worked on his member, slurping and sucking. She gripped the base of his stiff shaft and held it while she bobbed her head.
Heat rose in his member. He rocked his hips, working his cock in her mouth.
He took his tongue out from inside her, and pressed his tongue below the petals of her pussy lips, probing for her clitoris.
Her clitoris was a pink and pulsing pearl of flesh. She shook when he touched his tongue to it and licked it back and forth.
It was hot in the bungalow bedroom. Sweat oiled their flesh, making it slide and cling as they worked each other with their mouths.
She climaxed first. He licked her clitoris until she came.
When she orgasmed, she shook all over. Her body vibrated with taut erotic tension, smooth female flesh momentarily stiff as marble.
Her mouth still held his member. She breathed through the comers of his stretched lips, sucking air around his swollen shaft.
She shook and shivered until erotic tension snapped and was released. Then stiffness fled her limbs and she slumped loose and relaxed.
Sighs, pantings gasps, moans-all these extras made his cock seethe as she shook off the force of her climax and went back to work with her mouth.
She sucked him vigorously. Her tongue cradled his cock. Her sucking mouth pulled sexual heat into the shaft which filled and fucked it.
He threw his hips forward and plunged his cock deep. He knew she could take it deepso had always been able to do so, as long as he had known her.
When it came to sucking cocks, Kate had been schooled in that subject by a real expert-her loving older sister, Lucinda.
Dolan's cock was lodged deep in her mouth. His swollen balls shivered. Semen bubbled up through the column of his cock.
He came.
Semen splashed the tender tissues of her throat. She gulped and slurped and swallowed, her mouth a sucking socket of pure electric pleasure.
Dolan came heavily, in thick quantities. Kate gulped it all down, come trickling like thick honey down her gullet.
He had come, but he wanted more. It had excited him, when he saw Kate being taken from behind by her virile young boyfriend.
Dolan and Kate rested briefly, recovering their sexual strength and desire.
At last he lifted his wet face from her pussy. His face was wet and shining with her juices and his own saliva.
Her bush was black with the saliva which saturated it. Her quivering pussy lips shone with frothy, bubbling saliva from his mouth.
The taste of her was rich and thick on this tongue. He smacked his lips, savoring the sweet spice of her sex.
His cock, still stiff, was set to trembling as she moved her mouth off it, sliding the smooth insides of her lips along the sensitive shaft.
She sucked up all the excess saliva and semen clinging to his cock, her lips pressing tightly against his red penis.
His cock head came free from her mouth with a liquid popping noise.
They rested. He rubbed his palm against the curve of her hip, and smoothed it along her taut polished thighs.
Chuckling, he told her of last night-of how he had caught Cherry perched on the stairs and spying down on Kate and John Foster.
He told this in a voice which swelled with parental pride. For her part, Kate was not only not upset--she was delighted.
"That little girl is growing up fast-the little sly boots!" Kate laughed. "I'd say that you brought her to Silverstone just in time!"
"She's eager-and ready," Cherry's father said. "She's at the stage now where she needs a positive role model to instruct her in the arts of love."
Kate squirmed happily as he kissed her between the legs. He continued, "Cherry couldn't ask for a better teacher than you."
"Or Lucinda?" Kate asked teasingly. "It was Lucinda who taught me everything that I know-surely she'll do the same for her own daughter?"
"Indeed she will," Dolan said. "But she'll need your help. You're closer to Cherry's age, and you know she idolizes you!"
"Well, you know that I'm just mad about that girl," Kate said. "She's a positively delicious little dear!"
"I'm sure you'll find out."
"And you? Hmmmmmmm? Cherry is Daddy's little girl-I could think of no one better equipped to, ah, take her ... cherry."
"Ahhhhhh, you're a wicked one, Kate," he said fondly.
"Me?" she laughed. "What about you-and Lucinda? Especially you! Look at how stiff your cock just got while we were talking!"
It was true. His penis stood up as stiff and straight and rigid as though he had not even come yet.
He fondled her thighs, her bosom. "It's your charms which excited me, Kate!"
He got up on his knees in bed, his penis sticking out stiffly like a red hot rod of iron pulled from a fiery furnace.
He reached for Kate and moved on the bed, rolling her on her tummy. Her lush buttocks rose up like grapefruits of flesh.
Kate inched her knees up on the bed. She knelt with her head, arms, and upper body pressed flat against the mattress.
Her bottom was raised so that it was the most elevated part of her body. She moved her knees wider apart, opening her thighs to expose her pussy.
Saliva shone on her quivering pussy lips. She wiggled her bottom saucily, her eyes smoldering as she murmured, "Do it to me dog-style!"
He stood on his knees behind her. He took hold of his penis, pressed the wide red swollen head against her buttocks and moved it around.
Stretched across her bottom was a white triangle of milky flesh which covered the bottoms of her ass cheeks.
This white triangle extended in front of her, too, and marked the outline of the very scanty bikini bottom she had worn while tanning.
Her bottom flesh rippled as he slid his cock across it. He dropped it down to her pussy lips where moisture steamed against his cock head.
"Ummmmmmm, that's the way-give it to me good," she moaned.
He pressed the cock head to her slitted pussy lips and stuffed it in. She was still wet with the juices from the session of oral sex.
His member sizzled as it was engulfed by pearly-pink pussy membranes. Kate was hot and tight and juicy, with a honeyed pussy.
He took hold of her wriggling hips and slid his cock into her, entering her deeply with one surging stroke that penetrated fully.
Kate oohed when the swollen shaft burrowed up inside her. Her tight wet pussy gripped the penis which filled it.
He went to work, pumping his penis in and out. When he .pulled back, he kept the knobbed cock head inside the pussy lips. .
When he entered her, the cock head burrowed to the pit of her pussy. Each stroke was more forceful and surging than the previous one.
In the position in which she knelt, she was open to him. He fondled her thighs, his palms leaving sweaty smears on her skin.
Moaning, her face red, wet, scrunched up with gasping pleasure, Kate pressed her palms into the mattress and lifted herself up.
Now her breasts were open to him as well. He reached under her and fondled them, stiff nipples throbbing under his touch.
Not only her breasts but her pussy was open to him. He pressed his fingers lightly against her clitoris and rubbed it.
The combination of the clitoral massage, and his stiff shaft pumping in and out of her pussy, conspired to bring her swiftly to a shattering climax.
When she came, he stopped holding back. His hips thrust forward and he buried the full length of his penis inside her.
His cock head knocked at the mouth of her womb as he came. Despite his earlier, intense orgasm, he came once again in thick, gushing quantities.
Her heated membranes were showered with gushing milky white semen. Her fingers were claws which dug into the sweaty bedsheets.
She hissed through clenched teeth from the intensity of the climax.
All the same, by the time that Cherry and her mother returned to the bungalow, Dad and Kate were washed and dressed and coolly collected.
Lucinda and her younger sister exchanged sly, knowing winks. Cherry had the feeling that all the adults were in on some private joke, but for the life of her she couldn't figure out what it was-well, she would find out.
And tonight she would share her bed with Kate....
CHAPTER FOUR
The bungalow came equipped with its own kitchenette, including a small fridge and an electric stove for convenient in-house cooking.
But Mom didn't feel like rustling up a meal for the gang, so the family group went to the dining room of the lodge for dinner.
The lodge was a big structure and the dining room was a big room, with a high ceiling, wooden rafters, Indian-pattern mgs and wall hangings.
Cherry sat at a table with the other young people, and so got a chance to get acquainted with the teens she would be associated with for a good part of the summer.
With her pert, fresh-faced good looks and her lean trim body, Kate could have fit right in with the kids.
But she joined with the adults.
Some but not all of the guests were taking their meal in the dining room. Kate got her first look at what promised to be an interesting bunch of people.
Max Glisser was the managing director of the resort and its genial host. He was a big mature man, fit and outdoorsy, deeply tanned.
Honey was his wife, and she was a blonde bombshell. She was short and extremely buxom, with dyed platinum hair and a sensational figure.
Honey looked like she belonged on a runway in a striptease show or girlie revue, not because of the way she was dressed-she was outfitted quite conventionally in a simple one-piece summer shift whose hem reached her knees, and displayed no cleavage--but merely because of the abundant endowments of her body.
Rita, their daughter, was nineteen, close to Kate's age. Rita was a baby-faced nubile girl who peered out from below light-brown bangs.
Bob Billings, a guest, was a fortyish executive for a leading corporation. He had light blonde hair and a thin mustache.
Karen, his wife, a few years younger, was short and perky. She had short straight hair cut close to her round smiling face, and had a lush, an expansive bosom.
Tom Lee was a Texan. He wore a Western-style shirt with white piping and mother of pearl buttons, tight jeans, and hand-tooled cowboy boots.
He was a fine figure of a man, with a bronzed, rawboned clean-shaven face, broad shoulders, lean hips, and a slow, drawling way of speaking.
Lucinda Randolph looked at the big Texan with discreet but definite interest.
Tom's wife was also Texas-sized. Betty Jane was her name, and she was a good decade younger than her man, putting her at about thirty.
She was a stunning raven-haired beauty with the face of a high-fashion model and the figure of a pin-up queen.
Gary Green, forty, was a slim, handsome man with wavy brown hair and warm brown eyes and a striking, hawk-like profile.
His wife, Emily, was particularly exotic, since she was a Chinese-American. Her long masses of sleek, jet-black hair were pinned up at the top of her head. Her skin was amber, with almond-shaped, serious eyes. She was slim, willowy, with a girlish figure that looked twenty years younger than the forty years which was her age.
There were other guests, scattered around the lodge, or in their cabins, or boating on the lake or playing on the tennis court.
While Kate sized up her fellow guests, Cherry did the same at her table.
Margo and Billy were the offspring of the Billings. Margo was a round-faced, busty little brunette, sixteen, with a round face still showing baby fat.
Billy was seventeen, and quite handsome, well built, with dark thick hair covering his ears, pale gray eyes, and a strong, trim body.
Ken and Karen were the children of Tom and Betty Jane Lee. Ken was fourteen, a long lanky kid with a soulful face and long black hair.
Karen was a nubile beauty, with dark hair, a lovely face, and full breasts.
After the meal, Cherry went with the others to the game room, located in the lower level of the lodge, for the use of the kids.
Cherry was impressed. The room was filled with the latest video games and pinball machines, all of which operated for free, requiring no coins.
The jukebox, likewise free, was stocked with all the latest hot tunes, the booming beat of which soon shook the floor.
The room was soundproofed, so the youngsters could enjoy their noisy fun without disturbing the peace of the adults.
There was a bar for the adults, and Dolan Randolph and his wife Lucinda joined Tom Lee and Betty Jane for a drink.
Presently the foursome exited the bar, to the knowing looks of the other guests. The place was thick with an atmosphere of sexual tension and flirtation.
To the rear of the lodge were some other structures, including a half-dozen bungalows, smaller than those used by the guests for sleeping.
It was to one of these rooms that the foursome retired, Tom Lee unlocking the door to the room with a key provided by Max Glisser, the director.
It was a simple space, with a living room and bathroom, the couch folding out into a bed (that would be convenient!).
Dolan used the phone to call the main desk at the lodge and have a boy send over some booze, glasses and ice.
Presently the foursome lounged around, sipping their drinks, talking congenially.
Tom Lee switched on the radio, skimming the dial until he found a station with mellow music, good for dancing.
He danced with Lucinda, while Dolan danced with Betty Jane. Neither husbands nor wives exhibited the slightest signs of jealousy on this switching of partners.
On the contrary-this was exactly why they had stayed at Silverstone, and not at any other of scores of resorts.
Silverstone had many requirements of its guests. The guests had to be financially secure, attractive, intelligent, and very broad-minded.
The resort did no advertising, but required on word of mouth to gather up guests, and indeed that was the only advertisement they needed.
Lucinda wore a lightweight summer dress, sleeveless, whose hem came down to her knees. She wore a pair of white sandals.
Betty Jane went for the Western look. She wore a sky-blue blouse, a silver belt, and a long skirt with a ruffled hem which skimmed her ankles.
Her small feet were covered in soft ankle-high doeskin boots, flat-heeled.
The dancing was done very close. Dolan wrapped his big arms around Betty Jane and she nestled into him, pressing her body to his.
Her big breasts pressed his chest. Her body was warm and soft in his arms.
Lucinda let herself be led by Tom Lee. The tall Texan was a terrific dancer. She sighed dreamily, resting her head on his broad shoulder.
His body was strong, firm, with muscles sliding and shifting under his shirt. He moved lightly for such a big man.
When the number ended, the couples separated. Dolan suggested that Lucinda and Betty Jane share a dance.
The ladies eyed each other appreciatively and came together. Lucinda took the lead and glided around the floor with Betty Jane.
Lucinda's breasts nuzzled and nudged Betty Jane's splendid set. Betty Jane's hair was one of her crowning glories, reaching to the middle of her back in long waves. Lucinda smelled the sweetly soft natural perfume of that hair.
Lucinda held Betty Jane close, and the other woman pressed against her. They moved out of step, so that their thighs kept brushing.
Music ended, bringing the dance to a halt. Lucinda kissed Betty Jane on the cheek. Betty Jane opened her mouth for more kisses.
Lucinda kissed Betty Jane on the mouth. The other woman kissed back, her mouth all fire and honey when Lucinda put her tongue in it.
Lucinda attached her mouth to Betty Jane's and kissed her again and again. Her hand glided down the curve of the brunette's back.
Betty Jane's splendid bottom was a pair of ripely curved buttocks at the top of a pair of sensationally long and luscious legs.
Indeed, she was a few inches taller than Lucinda, but Lucinda was more broad, with even more abundantly developed fleshy assets.
Dolan and Tom watched the women over the rims of the glasses holding their drinks. Whisky was good and the women were even better.
Still kissing Betty Jane, Lucinda reached for the catch of the blouse at the back of the other woman's neck.
Finding the zipper, Lucinda pulled it down, opening the blouse down to the small of Betty Jane's back. Betty Jane wore a white bra.
Lucinda eased out of the embrace, but only so she could undress Betty Jane all the way. Her eyes were smoky and her lips smiled warmly.
Betty Jane started to take off her blouse but Lucinda halted her, saying that she would like the pleasure of undressing her herself.
This was more than agreeable to Betty Jane. Lucinda pulled the other woman's blouse down to her waist and out of the top of her skirt.
Betty Jane's heavy breasts swelled against the white satin cups of the bra which held r them. Her nipples were buttons against the satin.
Dolan and Tom were rising from the couch, setting down their drinks to pull off the cushions and pull out the bed.
The bed folded out. It was a big bed.
Betty Jane's breast tops swelled up from the white satin cups which held them. She looked dreamy, as Lucinda caressed the swelling bosom.
Lucinda pressed her front close to Betty Jane, embracing her, reaching behind the Texan's back to unhook the bra.
Betty Jane's breasts tumbled free from the confines of the cups which had held them, spilling out in an abundance of flesh.
Betty Jane was one of those Southern beauties who shuns the sun to keep her skin as lily-white as possible.
Tom, her husband, was deeply bronzed from the outdoor life, but Betty Jane's skin was as smooth and pale as fresh milk.
Her breasts were the size of grapefruits. Her body tone and fitness was such that the breasts stood high and firm and jutting.
Compared to her, Lucinda was more golden, since Lucinda's flesh was tanned to a rich glowing golden color.
They made a handsome pair of contrasts, bronzed Lucinda and ivory Betty Jane.
Lucinda's nipples and aureoles were dark, dark pink-virtually brown, which made them stand out even more prominently against her smooth white bosom.
Her nipples stood out stiffly, large as brown grapes pasted to the tips of her breasts. The aureoles were wise and dark.
Lucinda patted the curve of Betty Jane's hip, then reached for the catch of her skirt, which instants later joined her blouse on the floor.
A pair of scanty white silk panties covered-barely-the mound of her pussy.
The panties consisted of a pair of frilly little nothings, shimmering triangles of white silk, one fore, one aft.
One triangle pressed her pussy, while the other covered the crack of her ass and little else, with the twin flaps joined by thin bands of elastic, leaving her hips virtually bare.
So tight were those panties that the mound and lips of Betty Jane's pussy could be clearly seen against the garment.
Betty Jane sat down on a comer of the bed. Lucinda fondled Betty Jane's hair and stroked her cheek before going to Tom Lee.
She asked Tom if he would take off her clothes. The big Texan readily obliged, licking his thin pale lips eagerly.
His hands, strong fingered and heavily veined, moved with surprising delicacy as they picked open the buttons running down the front of her dress.
Lucinda's bosom was sheathed and supported in a pink lace bra from France, an airy, wispy nothing, cunningly designed to support the weight of her lush bosom.
Tom Lee ran his hands over the swelling breast tops. Lucinda shivered, agitating her breasts, when he kissed the back of her neck.
He peeled her shift off her. She wore pink satin panties. Off came her bra, to be replaced by his hands, which cupped her breasts.
Now Betty Jane and Lucinda wore only their panties. Betty Jane pulled down her panties, Lucinda took off hers, and they both were naked.
Betty Jane and Lucinda came together, Lucinda joining Betty Jane on the bed.
They kissed and embraced. Lucinda pressed Betty Jane back, on her back, easing her on the cushions of the bed and stretching out on top of her.
They made a lovely sight indeed. Lucinda had chestnut brown hair, short and stylish, and golden skin which glowed with shimmering highlights.
Her nipples stood out stiff and straight. The mounds of her breasts, rounder and more full than Betty Jane's, nuzzled that woman's bosom.
Flesh slid against flesh. Mouths clamped together, rubbing tongues, tasting. Long legs were tangled and intertwined on the bed.
The females lay face to face, so close that even the hairs of their bushes were mixed and mingled.
Lucinda took her kissing mouth from Betty Jane's and moved it down on the black-haired beauty's neck and chest, then her breasts.
Betty Jane, on her back, took hold of her breasts, soft bosom flesh oozing through her fingers as she plumped them and held them up.
She pushed them together, so that the stiff nipples stood virtually side by side, hot and throbbing with want.
Lucinda pressed kisses on the nipples, then touched her tongue to them and ardently licked them, until saliva shone on them.
Lucinda moved her own bosom over Betty Jane's eager, open-mouthed face. She swayed from side to side, pressing the breasts against Betty Jane.
She stuffed a nipple in Betty Jane's mouth. Betty Jane's lips closed on it, nibbled and sucked it, flicking her tongue over the swollen button of flesh.
After suckling Betty Jane at her breast, Lucinda started to move down on the bed, to put her face between Betty Jane's legs.
But it was to be a two-way street, so Betty Jane moved on the bed so as to bring her own head in line with Lucinda's pussy.
Betty Jane still lay on her back. Facing her feet, Lucinda straddled Betty Jane's head, kneeling on either side of her face.
Lucinda's taut thighs were velvety where they brushed Betty Jane. Her bush was thick, dark, furry; her pussy lips were fat and full, delicious.
Betty Jane moaned with wanting. Lucinda lowered herself down. Betty Jane's nose was tickled by the fleecy hair of Lucinda's bush.
The aroma of Lucinda's sex was rich and musky perfume in Betty Jane's nostrils. She reached up and took hold of Lucinda's wise hips.
Lucinda lowered her pussy down on Betty Jane's eager mouth.
Pussy lips, warm and soft and smooth, pressed Betty Jane's parted lips. The labia split and spread under the pressure of Lucinda's weight.
Slippery pink membranes were exposed, oozing with moisture. Betty Jane's mouth was engulfed with masses of hot wet pussy flesh.
Lucinda shivered with delight when Betty Jane's long tongue lanced into her.
The tongue was thrust amidst quivering, pulsing membranes which oozed thickly with the secretions of sex.
Betty Jane licked and lapped, tasting the juices, swallowing, coming back for more.
Lucinda leaned forward, thus pressing her pussy even harder against Betty Jane's mouth. Her palms pressed Betty Jane's smooth milky thighs.
Betty Jane opened at Lucinda's touch, parting her thighs and exposing her pussy.
Her bush was as black as the hair on her head, which was as black as night. The bush was glossy like the pelt of an otter.
Her coral colored pussy lips were darker than those of Lucinda, and not quite as full or fleshy, but equally lovely.
Lucinda covered that precious pussy with her mouth and went to work.
The females were locked in love, head to crotch, mouth to pussy. From both of them came the liquid licking sounds of succulent oral sex.
After pussies were penetrated with licking tasting tongues, those tongues were next applied to the throbbing buttons of clitorises.
Lucinda polished Betty Jane's clitoris with her tongue tip-Betty Jane ardently returned the favor.
Betty Jane came first. Her legs were lifted, bent at the knees. Her pussy membranes heaved and pulsed convulsively as she came.
Lucinda's licking tongue was a blur of pink motion as she pressed it to the marble of Betty Jane's swollen clitoris.
Whipping the clitoris with the tongue tip pulled the trigger of Betty Jane's climax.
Betty Jane came. She squealed and hissed. Her mouth, molded to Lucinda's dripping steamy pussy, sent vibrations shooting through it.
As she climaxed, Betty Jane closed her white thighs, ecstatically pressing them against Lucinda's licking loving head.
Lucinda lifted her tongue from the clitoris but kept her mouth on the pussy.
After some seconds, tension snapped inside Betty Jane. Tautness left her flesh and she sighed heavily, her thighs flopping open.
Lucinda lifted her wet face from the dripping crotch, blinking misty eyes to clear them. She still sat on Betty Jane's gasping face.
She saw Dolan and Tom Lee moving to the bed, both naked.
Tom Lee stood before her. He was a big fellow with a Texas-sized endowment between the legs, an erection which made her pussy contract in eagerness.
As long as she was putting her mouth to good use, she might as well use it on him, since he stood at the bedside with his heavy cock standing stiff.
She smacked her wet lips and leaned forward, rubbing her pussy against Betty Jane's moaning face. She reached for Tom's member.
It was a thick thing and she gripped it with both hands as she pressed her puckered lips to its head and smooched away at it.
Her tongue flicked like a snake's, whipping the cock head, sliding along the swollen shaft, gliding down his hairy swollen balls.
He moved forward and she guided his cock head in her mouth and she sucked the knobbed head like it was a fat piece of hard candy.
While she sucked Tom, Betty Jane, recovering a bit from her climax, put her mouth back to work on Lucinda.
She took her tongue from Lucinda's slit and slid it up to the top and pressed the clitoris and vigorously caressed it.
Lucinda rode Betty Jane's mouth, rocking back and forth. Whether she moved forward, backward, or sideways, her clitoris was tongued.
Tom Lee fed her more of his member. The weight of hit flattened her tongue, its edges curling around the rod.
Her cheeks were hollow as she sucked him. Her head bobbed, moving her mouth up and down on his pole of flesh, sucking heat into the shaft.
Then it was Lucinda's turn to come, as Betty Jane's flailing tongue whipped her clitoris until she orgasmed heavily.
As she climaxed, she pressed and rubbed her pussy against Betty Jane. She kept Tom's stiff shaft stuck deep in her mouth.
She kept it there, and he received the bonus benefit of her many shivering gasps groans and sighs, which shot through his swollen shaft and set his balls a-tingling.
Her head rocked, her tongue caressed, her lips massaged. The shaft was thick and stretched the comers of her mouth.
Tom threw his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth.
Lucinda knew from the tremors of his cock against her tongue that he was going to come in a matter of seconds.
When he did, he pushed his hips forward and buried his big thing in her mouth, with the head of it lodged deep in her throat.
It wedged her throat open. Tom came, semen bubbling up from his shaft and spurting down into her throat in great gushing masses.
Lucinda gulped, taking his thick cream into her golden gullet.
When he stopped shaking and shivering from the orgasm, he withdrew his cock from her mouth, spilling semen down the sides of her mouth.
Lucinda rose shakily from Betty Jane's face and especially her mouth. Her pussy was a mass of molten pleasure.
Tom's strong hands eased her down on the bed. Lucinda lay stretched on her back alongside the woman who had just eaten her pussy.
Dolan, who had waited patiently for an opening, now went to Betty Jane, who reached up for him with open arms, and meaningfully undulated her wide hips.
Dolan stretched out on her pneumatic body, the pillows of her breasts cushioning his muscles chest, her skin smooth and sleek with sweat.
His member stood out stiffly and Betty Jane moaned with wanting when its swollen head nudged her between the legs.
Lubrication? None was needed, since Betty Jane was dripping wet inside her slit, from her own juices and the masses of Lucinda's saliva.
Betty Jane's legs were spread for Dolan. He reached under his hips, took hold of his member, and guided its head between her legs.
He pressed the swollen cock head against her pussy lips and massaged them with it, while she pushed her hips up and worked her pussy against him.
Holding the cock head to her slit, he wedged it inside her, spreading pussy lips which were
! sticky with secretions and his wife's saliva.
Heat issued from within her, an inferno of slippery pussy flesh which engulfed his member as he slid it inside of her.
She was hot, tight, honeyed inside her sex. She gurgled with pleasure as he entered her, filling and stretching her with one surging stroke.
He put his stiff penis deep in her, so that her pussy lips gripped the base of his shaft, and his pubic hairs met hers.
He thrust, and she undulated. He worked his cock in and out, back and forth. Her breasts were open to his mouth, and he grazed on them.
Beside him, Lucinda moaned from the thrilling thrusts of long Tom Lee, whose swollen shaft stretched her pussy and. filled and delighted it.
Dolan worked out on Betty Jane. She wrapped her arms around his broad sweaty back and held on tight as he pumped his hard penis in her.
His muscular hairy legs were tangled up with her lithe long smooth limbs. The bed shook and rocked from the force of the doubly loving couples.
Tom Lee put his penis deep in Lucinda and kept it there, clutched by pussy membranes, as he let loose with a shattering orgasm.
Dolan followed him by a moment or two, as he came thickly, masses of semen gushing into the pussy of the wife of the man who was lucking his wife.
The summer season of swinging sex had gotten off to a great start!
CHAPTER FIVE
Her face scrubbed, her hair freed from the ponytail, her teeth brushed, and her short scanty pajamas on, Cherry lay in bed.
She rested her head on the pillow and lay on her back. Her eyes were open, but her thoughts were far away, and her flesh tingled.
From the partially open bathroom door came the steady gurgling splash of the shower, where Kate washed herself.
It was a little before midnight. Through the screened window not far from her bed, Cherry heard the racketing chirring and whirring of the insect population.
From the lodge came the muted sounds of music, clinking glasses, conversation.
Cherry was all dreamy and tingling. Maybe it was her imagination, but she sore that she could still taste Billy in her mouth.
She had struck up an acquaintance with Billy. He was a few years older than she, and quite handsome, really cute with a great body.
They had left the game room and gone for a walk. As they went down the dirt path by the lake, he reached for her hand and took hold of it.
That thrilled Cherry. He squeezed her hand. She did not pull back, but rather responded with a little pressing squeeze of her own.
It had been hot in the day, but it was cooler at night, with a nice breeze coming off the lake which had ruffled the hairs of her ponytail.
She let Billy lead the way. They left behind the lights of the lodge and climbed a gentle grassy slope and sat down at the top of it.
It was a real romantic spot, and from where they sat they could see the play of lights from the lodge glimmering in the mirror of the dark lake.
They chatted. Cherry felt a little self-conscious at first, but soon found herself talking easily and with animation.
Not far into the conversation, Billy put his arm across her slim shoulders. Cherry leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder.
She sat on the grass, which was tall and cool and waxy. A quarter moon hung in the sky, which was velvety black and star-sprinkled.
A kiss soon followed. Billy's face moved close to hers. Cherry closed her eyes and parted her lips and waited eagerly for his mouth.
His lips brushed hers softly, pressing lightly, probing. Cherry showed she wanted some, by kissing back hard, putting fire in her lips.
That was the green light for Billy. His tongue slid into her mouth and twined with her tongue, licking and rubbing.
They kissed for a long time, his mouth hot on hers and very tasty. His hands were on her back, fondling her shoulders, her upper back.
As he kissed her, he put his hand on her pert budding breasts.
Cherry wore no bra. Of course, her small breasts were so firm and high that she hardly needed to wear a bra for support.
Billy played with her titties while he kissed her. He pressed his palms against the gently yielding mounds of flesh, rubbing them this way and that.
Cherry was very docile and passive in his hands, and let him take the lead.
She felt reckless tonight, and was willing to take some chances.
Encouraged by her ready acceptance, Billy pressed and rubbed her breasts more ardently. Her nipples stood out in stiff little points.
Then his hands were at her shirt, caressing her as he lifted the shirt, raising the bottom of it up over her breasts.
The shirt was rolled and stayed at the tops of her breasts, baring her to the waist. Little goose bumps rose on her smooth soft flesh.
A brisk breeze seemed to make her puckered nipples stand out more stiffly than before. Billy played with the nipples.
He pressed them. He rubbed them between his fingers. He squeezed and kneaded her small breasts. He lowered his head to her chest.
Cherry lay back in the tall grass and let him mouth her breasts.
She fondled his dark thick hair as his mouth moved on her flesh, covering her small sensitive breasts with lips and tongue.
His lips were velvety and struck fire in the skin of her tender mounds. His lips wrapped around a nipple and gently nibbled.
Cherry's skin sparked where his mouth moved. Yearnings shot through her. The inside of her flat tummy was twisted with exciting erotic tension.
He licked her nipples. Saliva shone wetly on them in the moonlight.
His hand moved down over her flat tummy, to press her crotch, which was covered by the pair of cute little sailor pants she wore.
Those pants were navy blue. They fit her skin-tightly on the rear and crotch, but were cut loose and full on the legs.
He pressed her pussy through the pants and rubbed her sex.
Fired up, Cherry raised herself out of the tall smooth glass to a sitting position. Billy had his turn to be surprised, when she put her hand between his legs.
Tucked in the tight-fitting crotch of his denims was a terrifically stiff member, a swollen erection which bulged like a tentpole.
It was his turn to moan, as her fingers, not at all shy, explored the shape and size of it, playing with him through his pants.
He reached for her pants and started to open the top button, so he could take them off her.
Cherry was a little worried. She was tired of being a virgin, but she wasn't ready to make the big move, not just yet.
She told him no, and took his hand from her crotch, and sat up on her knees, her long legs folded under her and her bottom resting on the backs of her heels.
She didn't intend to let Billy think she was just a kid, though, and she also had no intention of letting him go away disappointed.
No, she reached for his pants. She had to tug to pull open the top button of the tight jeans, but his zipper slid down easily enough.
The crotch of his white cotton undershorts was stretched out of shape by the swollen member which filled it.
Billy's eyes bulged with surprise, a small bulge compared to the tone between her hands, the bulge of his cock which Cherry was feeling through his shorts.
Her fingers traced out the shape of the knobbed head, the stiff shaft. She slipped her slim fingers under the elastic waistband of his shorts.
His swollen flesh was hot and throbbing against her fingers. His bush was soft and fleecy. His thing felt awfully big and thick.
Cherry tugged at the shorts and pulled them down, exposing his penis.
His erection stood out stiffly, so firm and full and hard that it rose upward, tilted diagonally at a 45 degree angle.
She could see it clearly enough, in the silvery moonlight, with its wide swollen head, shaped like the crown of a mushroom, and the stiff thick shaft.
Cherry was very impressed-young as he was, Billy was endowed almost as well as Kate's boyfriend, the absent John Foster.
Seeing Kate at work pleasing and pleasuring her boyfriend the previous night had given Cherry plenty of ideas.
Cherry lowered her face into Billy's lap. He sat up with his legs extended and his shorts and jeans rolled to the middle of his muscular thighs.
His back rested against a tree. He was moaning, and clearly unable to believe the good fortune which was coming his way, courtesy of Cherry's mouth.
The naughty virgin puckered her pink rosebud lips and pressed them to the head of his cock, while she Firmly gripped his shaft, holding it in place.
Lips brushed the cock head. It was firm, yet soft, a piece of responsive flesh which quivered responsively against her lips.
She kissed it wetly, applying her lips to it and smooching it heavily, the cock head seeming to expand to an even more full dimension under her kisses.
As she kissed the cock head, she squeezed the shaft. It had fat thick veins running along the shaft, and she felt them throbbing.
Cherry squeezed and kneaded his penis, which was hot against her hands. She reached down to delicately finger his swollen balls.
His moanings and squirmings increased as she caressed his balls, which were so stiff and hard that they vibrated at her touch.
Then she parted her lips and pressed her tongue to the cock head.
Taste? Well, the penis really didn't have a taste, no more than her finger, say, would have a taste if she sucked on it.
But it had shape and fullness and texture. The fine-grained flesh was quivering and warm and silky against her tongue.
There was a little hole in the head of the cock and she touched her tongue to it and playfully licked the inside of it.
Then she lowered her head and took the cock head between her lips.
She pressed her pink lips against his shaft, just below the rim of his cock head. She sucked and slurped at his penis.
He fondled her hair face, shoulders, breasts.
She moved her head down. The cock head bumped the slippery roof of her mouth. Billy really groaned with lust.
Since he seemed to liek that, she gripped his shaft and rubbed his cock head back and forth against the roof of her mouth.
Billy . moaned weakly, his cock pulsing furiously against the lips which held it.
Cherry brought her tongue into play. She rubbed the underside of his penis. It must have been a specially sensitive part of his flesh.
He moaned and shivered. The thickness of his rod stretched her mouth at the corners .There was something peculiarly satisfying about having her mouth filled with a stiff penis.
She took it deeper. Her lips slid wetly, caressingly over the shaft. She took the penis deep, so deep that its head bumped the back of her throat.
She couldn't take it any deeper than that. She wondered briefly how Kate managed to take her man's thing so deep into her throat.
She would have liked to have done that, asked Kate how she accomplished the feat, but to do so would be to admit that she had peeped on Kate and John Foster, and Kate might be mad about that, in fact probably would be, so Cherry had better not ask.
Cherry sucked and slurped at the penis. It was like when she was a little girl, and she would have a great big Christmas candy cane.
She remember ed how much she liked taking the cane in her mouth and filling her mouth with all its firm sweetness.
She would suck and slurp at that red and white striped bar of candy cane, thrusting it in and out of her mouth, sucking all its sugary delights.
Now, as she gave head to Billy, she sucked his cock like it was one of those candy canes she had so enjoyed when she was a child.
It was sloppy work, and saliva spilled from the comers of her stretched mouth and dribbled down her chin, making it wet and shiny.
Her long brown ponytail fell forward over one smooth bare shoulder. It flailed this way and that as she bobbed her head up and down.
He sat with his back against the tree trunk and his legs extended. She knelt to one side of him, leaning forward with her head in his lap.
As she bobbed her head up and down, back and forth, her ponytail erotically whipped his stiff cock and swollen balls.
Muscles shifted and flexed in his strong thighs. His bare buttocks, tightly clenched, pressed flat the tall grass where he sat.
He rocked his hips, working in response to the rhythms of her bobbing head.
Each gliding stroke of her lips on his penis seemed to pull more heat and vigor into it, until it seethed inside her mouth.
He started shaking. "Oh, Cherry, I'm coming!"
Cherry had decided she was going to be a big girl about this whole business, like Kate had been last night with John Foster.
Cherry lowered her head and took his penis as deep as she could. The weight of it was full on her tongue, pressing it flat.
Her lips clutched his throbbing shaft. His body went as rigid as his erection as he came and spurted semen into her mouth.
It came in a massive gushing spurt which took Cherry by surprise. It splashed the back of her throat and she gulped it down.
He kept coming, with thick masses of come shooting from his cock. She swallowed it all, the thick warm fluid slipping down her gullet.
Billy was groaning with lust. His face was sweaty, plastering down strands of his curly dark hair on his forehead.
He shook his gasping head from side to side as he came. His hands clutched fistfuls of grass and he gripped them tightly.
The flowing stream of semen, which Cherry wondered for an instant if it would stop, at last faded to a thin trickling ooze.
Her cheeks were hollow as she sucked. Billy gurgled with satisfaction and slumped back limply against the tree-limp, except for his rod.
Despite his climax, his penis was still stiff and straight and firmly erect in her mouth. Droplets of semen oozed from it.
Sure now that he had stopped coming, Cherry lifted her head, sliding her wet lips along his shaft, which was sleek with wetness.
The head of the swollen penis popped free from her mouth. She still held it in her hand, and when she squeezed, a fat drop of come oozed from its head.
Cherry smacked her lips. The taste of come was on her tongue. What kind of a taste was it? That was hard to say.
It was more of a texture than a taste. It was not sweet, sour, bitter or bland. It simply tasted like itself.
Cherry felt justifiably proud of herself. This was the first time she had ever brought off a boy with her mouth.
All in all, the experiment was an unqualified success. She told herself she would spy on Kate more often-who knows what else she might learn?
Billy hugged her and covered her face with kisses. He didn't kiss her on the mouth, but Cherry understood why, since his come was in her mouth.
Sometimes she didn't understand boys-they were so afraid of doing anything which might be considered unmanly.
Girls were more sensible, to her way of thinking. They weren't afraid to show affection to each other, to touch and hug and kiss.
Billy was really satisfied. He put his mouth close to Cherry's ear and whispered that he wanted to do to her what she had done to him.
She asked him what he meant. He said that he wanted to use his mouth on her pussy and make her come.
Cherry had given freely of her mouth, not expecting him to reciprocate. Never had her pussy been mouthed, and the idea made her nerves tingle.
Her stomach churned with intense excitement. Her nipples seemed hard as diamonds. Her pussy lips quivered, warm wetness oozing within them.
Billy reached for her pants. Just then, there was the sound of people talking, and the pad of footsteps on the path below.
They were at the top of the slope, out of sight, but all the same, Cherry snatched up her shirt and wrestled it on.
Billy jerked up his shorts and jeans, stuffing his still-stiff cock inside them.
The couple below were a man and woman, but it was shadowy on the path, and so neither Billy nor Cherry were able to make out who it was.
The couple strode on, arm in arm, taking the long walk around the moonlit lake.
The alarm, false though it was, had taken Cherry's thoughts away from romance. She had Billy take her back to the lodge.
He promised to see her tomorrow. In the shadows near her bungalow, he embraced her and kissed her hard on the lips.
Now, Cherry lay in bed, her thoughts full of what had happened this evening.
Would Billy be the one? The one who took her and turned her from a girl to a woman? It was possible, she told herself.
Her pussy lips quivered inside the bikini panties she wore. She wore a thin gauzy white sleeveless top along with the panties.
The sound of the shower cut off, water gurgling down the drain, to be replaced by the whirring of an electric hair blow-dryer.
Presently Kate entered the room. Her flesh was sleek and damp from her shower. She wore only a bath towel wrapped around her hips.
Her bare breasts bobbed as she crossed the room. The shower must have stimulated the nipples, since they stood out like little pebbles.
Kate pulled off the towel. Her bush was damp and dark with moisture, while her pussy lips glowed warmly. She patted herself with the towel.
She did a lot of patting to her bare buttocks and her slit. She went naked to the bathroom, returning the towel.
Cherry was ready for bed and so was Kate. Kate turned down the sheet at the other side of the bed and slid in naked next to Cherry.
Cherry asked Kate if she was going to wear pajamas or a nightie. Kate laughed and said that she always slept in the nude.
Cherry thought that was very daring. Kate's bare breasts arched and lifted as she reached for the lamp on the night table and switched it off.
She and Cherry lay in warm darkness. Kate reached for Cherry, saying that she had to have her goodnight kiss from her favorite niece.
That was a bit of a joke between them, since technically Kate was her aunt, being Mom's kid sister, although she and Cherry were more like cousins.
Kate's hair, damp and fragrant with her own naturally sweet scent, fell on Cherry's warm round face like a caress.
Kate said teasingly, "What a bad little girl you are!"
"What do you mean, Kate?" Cherry asked with seeming innocence.
"I know what you did last night," Kate teased. "Watching me and John-shame on you! Well, I hope that you learned something!"
Cherry's face burned as red as her namesake, as she blushed with embarrassment. She thought she had been so careful not to be seen by Kate!
Cherry fumbled lamely for an apology. Kate cut her off, laughing softly and telling Cherry that she wasn't mad in the least little bit.
"You should take more lessons from me, Cherry," Kate said seriously. "There's a lot you could learn from someone like me!"
"There's a lot I'd love to teach you," she added in lower, more seductive tones which sent thrills sparking through Cherry's nervous system.
Kate said, "Now, kiss me goodnight and I'll forgive you everything, darling girl!"
Kate lay on her side, while Cherry was on her back with her head resting on the pillow. Kate's face, a pale oval in the dimness, descended to Cherry.
Kate's puckered lips pressed Cherry's, brushing them lightly, mouth to mouth. Kate's lips pressed with ever-increasing fire on Cherry's mouth.
Her tongue pressed against Cherry's lips. "Open your mouth, Cherry."
Cherry closed her eyes. "I have a feeling something is going to happen.... "
"It surely is-something nice is going to happen to you. Something that will make you feel very, very good, darling Cherry."
Kate once more pressed her mouth on Cherry's and put some real fire in her kiss. Her tongue pushed inside Cherry's mouth.
Cherry's senses swirled in erotic confusion, thanks to Kate's probing kisses.-Kate touched her tongue to Cherry's and rubbed and licked it.
Cherry's eyes opened wide as Kate pressed kisses on her.
Cherry was very confused. A year earlier, when she was just reaching puberty, she had an experience with one of her girlfriends from school.
She and the girl were in the same homeroom at junior high, and were fast friends. Often during the weekend they slept at each other's houses.
One chilly winter night, when they shared a bed in the girl's room, they had sat up in the darkness and talked about boys.
Somehow, and Cherry was unsure of who had started the game, the tender teen girls had decided to pretend that one of them was a boy.
The other girl had played the part of the boyfriend. She and Cherry kissed and made out in bed, kissing with tongues.
Cherry lay on her back while the other girl stretched out on top of her and kissed her on the mouth and tasted her with her tongue.
It was very exciting to Cherry, and her little nipples had puckered with hardness and her pussy lips quivered.
Before they could get anything going--and at the time, Cherry had not been exactly sure of what they could do-they heard the girl's parents coming up to bed.
This time, though, Cherry was alone with Kate. And Kate was no girl like Cherry, but was a woman, a woman who knew what she wanted.
Even as she kissed Cherry on the mouth and tasted its spicy sweetness, Kate's hands glided over Cherry's flesh.
She pulled down the sheet which covered them. Cherry's small budding breasts jetted pertly against the thin fabric of the nightie.
This nightie was a bit naughty, and sort of see-through. It felt like silk against her soft warm skin. Kate put her hand on Cherry's breast.
Kate felt and fondled Cherry through the nightie. Her touch was gentle and knowing. She seemed to be one step ahead of Cherry in knowing what Cherry wanted.
Cherry's nipples stood out stiffly. The night she had passed with Billy had fired her up and stimulated her, arousing without satisfying her.
And Kate was so pretty and accomplished, that Cherry was flattered that Kate wanted to do this to her.
Kate's hands were soft and caressing on Cherry's breasts. She stroked the pertly budding mounds and toyed with the taut nipples.
One hand lingered on those pert budding breasts, while Kate's other hand slid down Cherry, caressing her taut little tummy.
The hem of her short nightie reached to the tops of her thighs. Kate reached under it and rubbed Cherry between the legs.
Cherry wore panties. Warm wetness oozed inside her, seeping into the cotton crotch of the panties as Kate's fingers pressed them.
Kate took her mouth off Cherry's, and lifted the nightie up past the tops of the teen's tender little breasts.
Kate's long hair fell silkily on Cherry's breasts, sliding over the sensitive flesh, stroking nipples which ached with stiffness.
Cherry whispered, "Kate, what-what are you doing?!"
"Making love to you, little girl," said Kate, before putting her kissing, licking mouth on Cherry's breast and nibbling on a stiff nipple.
CHAPTER SIX
It was not so very long-only a moment or two--before Cherry's damp panties went the way of her nightie top.
That is, they were stripped off the teen's fair form by Kate.
Cherry sighed dreamily, senses stimulated by Kate's artful caresses. More and more, those caresses centered on Cherry's quivering crotch.
Kate fondled the girl through her panties. As her fingers pressed Cherry, the cotton crotch of the panties slipped between the pussy lips some fractions of an inch.
The panties, like a sponge, soaked up the secretions oozing inside Cherry.
Kate smiled. She was sure of herself. More than that, she was sure of Cherry.
It was almost a biological certainty that Cherry would respond. All the member's of Cherry's family-her father, mother, and Kate-were highly sexed.
Lucinda had been the pathfinder in new fields of sexuality. As far back as Kate could remember, her older sister was strongly bi-sexual.
It was Lucinda who had initiated her kid sister Kate into the ways, not only of lesbian love, but of threesomes including males and females.
Kate, a little wanton herself, had taken to Lucinda's libertine teachings like a fish takes to water.
Now, the youngest member of the family circle of sex was about to be initiated into a group which was devoted to pleasure, and which held incest to be just another kick to tickle their jaded fancies.
Kate herself was far from jaded. How could she be jaded, when such a pretty little creature as Cherry was laid out before her?
The girl was hers-Kate wasted no time in taking her.
Kate slipped her fingertips into the elastic top of Cherry's panties and peeled that pair of wispy little nothings off the girl.
Down came the panties, Kate pulling them past the girl's cupcake buttocks, down her firm pink thighs, off her feet.
Now Cherry was naked and at her pleasure. Kate was pleased that the girl made no attempt to cover her pussy or her breasts.
Kate would cover them-with her flesh and mouth.
Kate lowered her head to Cherry's breasts. They were tender little mounds, gently swelling hillocks of soft bosom flesh, crowned at the summit with stiff nipples.
Kate took a nipple between her lips, nibbled I it, whipped it with her tongue.
She moved her head downward. Pressing her tongue tip to the hollow between Cherry's I small breasts, she licked a line down her taut tummy.
Cherry shivered-with lust-when Kate dipped her tongue tip in the girl's little rounded navel and licked the inside of it.
But that was just a diversion, a slight stopover on her way to the true target of lust, Cherry's virgin pussy.
Of course, there was no doubt in Kate's mind that the girl was a virgin-she and Cherry had often had long frank discussions, and the girl kept no secrets from Kate.
Well, Cherry would not remain a virgin for very long-not here at Silverstone, which was to be the site of her initiation into all the joys of the flesh.
And Kate would be the one to get the party rolling.
Cherry lay on her back with her thighs closed and pressed shut. Kate caressed those thighs, sliding her palms up and down them.
She eased them open, whispering to Cherry to spread them. The girl complied.
Cherry spread her legs, opening her thighs and exposing her pussy to Kate.
Kate's face was poised inches above the pussy, so close that her warm breath rustled and rippled through the silky hairs of the girl's thin bush.
Cherry squirmed just from the touch of Kate's breath on her sex.
Kate wished she had left the light on, so she could see close-up, the loveliness of the youngster's precious little pussy.
There was some light in the room, from the light in the den which was left on, and which shone under the gap at the bottom of the door.
That light threw soft shadows in the room, so that the flesh of the two females was all pale and shining and softly molded.
Cherry's pussy could be explored by touch, however-the touch of a mouth.
Kate pressed her lips against the pussy and covered it with quick darting kisses. Her puckered lips rolled over pussy lips like a velvet massage.
The pussy lips were thin, delicate, petals of a flower of flesh, warm and getting warmer with each kiss Kate planted on them.
Cherry was sighing softly and squirming in the bed.
Kate moved. She knelt on the mattress. Cherry wondered why Kate had stopped kissing her between the legs, and started to rise.
Kate put her hand on the girl's chest and eased her back down on her back. Kate sat with her legs folded under her.
She took hold of Cherry's thin ankles and pulled her legs wide apart. Then she knelt between the girl's legs, on the mattress.
Once more she lowered her head down between the legs, and this time she would not rise until she had tongued Cherry to a climax.
She was sure of the answer, but she whisperingly asked Cherry if the girl had ever been like this with another female.
Kate smiled in the dimness as she received the expected answer from the girl, namely that never before had Cherry done anything like this!
"I'm so happy that I'll be the first," said Kate.
The first, yes, but hardly the last-Kate knew that Cherry's mother was just drooling at the thought of bedding her delicious daughter.
Kate lowered her head, her hair swirling and sweeping over Cherry's lean hips.
She kissed Cherry between the legs, the warm thin pussy lips quivering. The pussy lips were thin and delicate, as might be expected from the youngster.
Her bush was likewise scanty, a mere dusting of silken dark fur on the gently arched pubic mound which now thrilled to the kisses of Kate.
Kate parted her lips, extended her tongue, touched it to the pussy.
Cherry moaned. The contact of the limber wet tongue on her sensitive pussy flesh struck sparks which set her shivering.
Kate let her tongue do the exploring denied her eyes in the darkness. Cherry had pussy lips which were like petals of a fair flower.
Up from that flower rose a sweetly musky perfume, the aromatic essence of the youngster's natural oils.
Kate's questing tongue traced out the folds and fissures of the teen's pussy lips, feeling out all the intricate fleshy contours.
She licked and lapped and loved. Cherry's pussy lips soon shone under a sticky coating of Kate's sweet saliva.
Kate pressed the tongue to the girl's pussy lips and opened them.
She slid her tongue into Cherry. Wet hot membranes pulsed against the tongue. She dipped her tongue deep into the girl.
Cherry's little pussy was so tight that her membranes clutched the tongue which penetrated them, juices oozing from their pores.
Juices tingled on Kate's tongue. All females tasted differently-Kate had a special fondness for the taste of tender teen girls.
Cherry was one of the sweetest. Her juices were sweetly immature and fresh.
The girl herself gasped and moaned, writhing with pleasure under the effect of the first tongue to ever fill and thrill her.
Kate licked and lapped. At last she withdrew her tongue from within the honeyed slit, provoking a sigh of disappointment from the youngster.
Cherry's disappointment lasted only a few seconds, for Kate slid her tongue up the slit to the clitoris.
The girl's clitoris was a tiny little thing, swollen though it was with lust.
It was extraordinarily sensitive, and when Kate touched her tongue to it, Cherry nearly writhed and twisted off the bed.
Kate took hold of the girl's hips and pressed them down into the mattress.
She touched the tongue tip to the clitoris. Softly, with a feather touch at first, she gradually built up the erotic force of the licking.
Cherry's panting gasps alternated with high-pitched little squeals of pleasure as her clitoris was tongued faster and harder.
Kate licked circles around the fleshy button. She let her hands wander up Cherry's belly to fasten on the girl's tender, stiff-nippled breasts.
She toyed with the taut nipples as she tongued the throbbing clitoris.
Ah, now Cherry was really responding! The girl rocked on the bed, working her hips, throwing her pussy up against that hot mouth of delight.
Kate, pleased by such signs of arousal, only licked the girl more forcefully.
She licked faster and faster until she made Cherry come.
Cherry went rigid at the instant of orgasm, as though magically transformed into stone. Her body vibrated as though powered by an internal motor.
The membranes of her pussy quivered convulsively as she came.
She cried out.
Luckily, here at Silverstone, cries of ecstasy would excite no investigation.
Cherry stopped shaking and slumped back on the bed. When she caught her breath somewhat, she laughed and cried at the same time.
Kate lifted her
,wet face from the youngster's equally wet pussy. She stretched her naked body atop Cherry's, and kissed her on the mouth.
The girl was a bundle of passion. She hugged and squeezed Kate and babbled her thanks whenever Kate lifted her kissing mouth from Cherry's.
Kate asked the girl if she could taste the essence of herself in Kate's mouth. Cherry, pondering the question, said that she wasn't sure.
Kate's own excitement was great. Her nipples were hard pebbles of pink flesh jutting from the tips of pear-shaped breasts.
Her pussy lips quivered, and warm wetness was humid inside her slit.
Kate's smooth sleek skin felt like one massive sexual zone, ultra-sensitive, with each touch of her flesh against Cherry's sending sparks through her.
She asked Cherry if the girl wanted to do her. Cherry, bubbling and babbling with gratitude, couldn't wait to return the oral service.
Cherry whispered shyly that she hoped Kate wouldn't be mad or laugh at her if the girl didn't do her right.
Kate hugged and kissed the girl and told her not to worry about performance-she would master the arts of female love.
Right now, the main point was to have pleasure with each other.
Cherry started to rise, but Kate put her hands on the girl's smooth shoulders and put her down on her back on the bed.
Kate got on her hands and knees and crawled to the bed's head, and Cherry's. Her stiff nipples throbbed as her dangling breasts shifted and swayed.
Kate turned, facing the girl's feet. She straddled Cherry's head, careful not to kneel on the girl's hair and pull it painfully.
Cherry was in a daze of pleasure. She felt like she had tumbled into a sexual wonderland. Kate's pussy was poised over her face.
Kate's legs pressed snugly against Cherry's head. The flesh was smooth, warm. Kate had a thick dark triangle of fur on her pussy.
Kate's pussy lips were full and fleshily formed. She lowered herself down, teasing Cherry by rubbing her tufted bush on the girl's face, tickling her.
Cherry inhaled the pungent aroma of Kate's sex. Kate's natural perfume was much thicker and richer than that of Cherry's.
The delicious aroma made Cherry feel lightheaded, dizzy. She breathed deeply.
Kate pressed her pussy against Cherry's lips. Kate stood on her knees. She rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy lips against the girl.
Cherry kissed the pussy lips, so much fuller than her own. They were soft and warm and infinitely smooth, and quivered under kisses.
Cherry touched her tongue to the pussy lips and started licking.
Kate encouraged the girl, telling her to keep doing what she was doing. Cherry closed her eyes and let her lips and tongue take over.
She licked Kate up and down, then put her tongue in Kate. Juices tingled on the penetrating to ngue with a bright sharp tangy taste.
Kate let herself settle down a bit more weight on the girl's mouth. Her pussy lips, pressing Cherry's parted lips, opening the pussy.
Kate dripped with the juices of arousal, juices oozing in thick quantities. They smeared on Cherry's face, wetting it.
Kate let the girl lick the inside of her for a while. It was so sweet, to have that tongue slide into her, timidly at first, then with more and more arousal.
Cherry tasted her fill of Kate, so that the taste of her kin permeated her mouth.
Kate urged Cherry to lick her clitoris. Cherry retracted her tongue from the slit and probed for Kate's clitoris.
All of Kate's female parts were mature and of course more fully developed than those of Cherry, due to the difference in their respective ages.
Kate's clitoris was a hard marble which throbbed when Cherry pressed her tongue to it. Kate shivered with sweet delight.
Encouraging Cherry, telling her she was doing right and so fine, Kate settled in for a hot session of having her clit serviced.
Cherry rubbed and wrapped her tongue around the tender flesh. Kate rocked her hips forward, backward, and sideways.
No matter which way she moved, she urged Cherry to keep her tongue pressed to the clitoris, and the dutiful girl complied.
Hot love spread from the clitoris, fanning through the dripping membranes of Kate's sex, blooming upward to rise in her belly.
Kate's nipples were stiff points, so stiff that they ached for soreness. Her breasts bobbed and jiggled as she rocked on Cherry's mouth.
Kate took hold of herself, clutching her rippling breasts one in each hand, gripping them tightly with spread fingers.
Soft bosom flesh oozed between the fingers. Her hard nipples jutted out from between the fingers, which she opened and closed.
She squeezed the nipples, sending throbbing sensations shooting through her, sensations which reached downward to meet the heat of her pussy.
Cherry was doing fine for a first-timer, thought Kate as her clitoris heated hotter and hotter under the loving lash of the licking tongue.
An invisible hand squeezed Kate's stomach-she trembled from the inside out-fire flared in her sex, its center the marble of her clitoris.
Kate came.
Cherry worried that her folks would return to the bungalow at any time. But Kate didn't seem the slightest bit concerned.
That was because Kate knew where Dolan and Lucinda were, and what they were doing, although she didn't mention that aspect to Cherry.
The girl would discover it all, soon enough, but there was no point in rushing her too far or too fast, not just yet.
Besides, Cherry had more than enough to handle for now....
At the same time that Cherry was being skillfully instructed in the finer points of pussy eating, her mother was equally occupied.
Lucinda was getting-and taking-love from both ends.
She crouched on the bed on her hands and knees. The bed was damp with sweat from four bodies, the sheets were rumpled and disarranged.
Lucinda was rather disarranged herself. Sweat shone on her face. Her eyes were glazed with lust. Her nipples were red from much licking and sucking.
She was on her hands and knees, with the mounds of her breasts dangling down, swaying softly, nipples stiff and throbbing.
Once more she took Tom Lee, the Texan, by mouth.
Tom stood on the floor, with the red rod of his hard cock plugged into Lucinda's loving mouth, pumping in and out of it.
Never did he pull his cock head past her lips, but always kept it in her mouth.
The swollen rod burned beet-red, while the throbbing veins wrapped around his shaft were dark purple, and pounding with the pulse of lust.
Lucinda's head was tilted, and her throat was open, enabling her to take the rod deep in her throat, giving the Texan a wild thrill.
She had the husband in her mouth, and his wife mouthing Lucinda's own sex.
Betty Jane knelt behind Lucinda, also on her hands and knees. Her hands moved to wrap around Lucinda's womanly hips and hold them.
Betty Jane's hair fell down like a black curtain, strands of it spilling on the bed. Her face nuzzled Lucinda.
Lucinda's knees were spread wide apart, opening her pussy. Her pussy lips were glowing red from the sexual friction of all the fucking and sucking tonight.
Her pussy lips were also dripping wet, inside and out, with semen and secretions seething within the slit, and saliva shining on the pussy lips.
Betty Jane raised her wet face from the pussy. Lucinda's lusciously rounded bottom waved, wagged, and temptingly wiggled in her face.
She nuzzled those buttocks, leaving wet smears where her face pressed the cheeks.
Betty Jane covered Lucinda's rear with hot wet kisses. She took hold of the buttocks and wedged them apart, putting her face between them.
Her puckered lips pressed the pinkish-brown button of wrinkled flesh which was Lucinda's asshole, and lovingly kissed and sucked it.
Betty Jane pressed the tip of her tongue against the wrinkled folds and licked them. Then she thrust her tongue up inside.
The button was tight, hard to open. Betty Jane thrust her tongue in deep, past the anal ring and into the rectum.
It was hot, sticky, and aromatic up there, as Betty Jane worked her tongue in and out, back and forth, working it like a little penis.
She did not neglect Lucinda's sex-reaching around Lucinda's wide hips, she pressed her fingers against the clitoris.
Betty Jane massaged Lucinda's clitoris while simultaneously tonguing her ass.
Completing the human chain of flesh was Dolan Randolph, who, like Tom Lee, stood on the floor of the bedside.
Dolan stood on the side opposite Tom, and faced-and fucked-Betty Jane from behind. His stiffly swollen cock was plugged into her honeyed pussy.
He held Betty Jane's wide white hips and pumped his penis into her with strong surging strokes, fucking her hard and fast.
When he put his penis deep into her, the base of his shaft was circled by her fleshy pussy lips, and her buttocks rippled from the impact.
Betty Jane had a perfect heart-shaped ass, ripe and round and utterly smooth. TTie sight of those rippling ass cheeks whipped Dolan with stimulation.
He wondered hotly if Betty Jane was into anal sex. Betty Jane's face was wedged between his wife's ass cheeks, tonguing eagerly.
Lucinda had a passion for turning up her ass for a good deep fucking. Dolan wondered if Betty Jane was similarly inclined.
If she was, he could Greek her, while Tom Lee did the same thing to Lucinda. That would be a delicious variation!
This and many other thoughts and images of lust boiled in his brain while he pumped his swollen penis into the pussy of another man's wife-the same man who was fucking Dolan's wife in the mouth.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dad-Dolan Randolph-savored a morning sex session with two of the ladies in his life-his wife and her sister.
Dolan and Lucinda shared a big double bed, where there was plenty of room for Kate, who had climbed in to join the fun.
It was a little before ten in the morning. It was a bright hot beautiful day, with a cloudless sky.
The sun had not been up for very long, but already it was warm. In the bed shared by the threesome, it was blazing.
Dolan wore his pajama bottoms, a pair of striped pants which fit baggily on his trim frame. His bare chest rippled with hairy muscles.
Lucinda wore a simple nightie, a white sleeveless garment whose hem reached down to the tops of her thighs.
She was naked under it. Her nipples bulged against the soft lacy cups of the garment, while her brown bush was clearly on display.
Kate, whose custom it was to sleep in the nude, wore nothing at all, of course.
Kate padded across the floor and climbed into bed, getting in one one side of Dolan, who lay on his back with Lucinda on his other side.
Kate's flexing muscles shifted and flexed under her soft covering of smooth skin as she went to the bed.
She lay down beside Dolan. He leaned over her to kiss her and caress her breasts until her nipples stood out stiff and straight.
He kissed her with his mouth open, and her tongue squirmed on his. When he broke off the kiss, his wife took her turn kissing Kate.
Lucinda leaned across the body of her husband, who lay on his back. Her plump breasts pressed the cups, shifting and bobbing in her nightie.
Kate leaned forward to meet her sister, and the two females met and locked their open mouths over the bare hairy chest of grinning Dolan.
After a warm, succulent kiss, the females disengaged, and sat up in bed, eyes eager and alert, bodies stirring with passion.
"I must say, Kate, you certainly look pleased with yourself this morning," Lucinda said. "You look like the cat who ate the canary!"
"Well, that's one way of putting it," Kate smiled, "and to tell the truth, it's not so very far off the mark, either."
"Oh?"
"I have some very interesting and encouraging news that I know you'll want to hear," Kate said, eyes alight with intriugue.
Kate went on to tell Dolan and Lucinda how she had bedded their daughter Cherry, and initiated the girl into the joys of lesbian love.
Kate was quite a storyteller, with a graphic way of description which Cherry's parents found absolutely stimulating.
At the same time, Cherry herself was down at the dockside, at the lake, sitting and waiting, looking out on the water.
She felt-different. There was no outward sign to separate the girl she was yesterday from the girl she was today, no physical change.
But inwardly, Cherry was different-thanks to the night of love she had spent with Kate in bed. Cherry was a changed girl.
A new world of pleasure had opened to her. Before, she had had crushes on girls, innocuous idolizing crushes on favorite female teachers and the like.
But this-this was passion. Ecstasy. Kate had not lied to her when she told Cherry last night that she would make her feel better than she had ever felt before.
Cherry now sat on the wooden planking of the dock, propping her back against a piling which rose out of the water.
Down at the end of the dock a husband and wife climbed into a rowboat, the husband laden with fishing gear, rod and reel.
Cherry' had no way of knowing that the husband and wife were married, but not to each other. The man took the oars and rowed out on the lake.
Cherry wore a blue and white striped short-sleeved blouse and a pair of red gym shorts and sandals.
Her mind teemed with memories of last night, of the things that Kate had done to her and that she had done to Kate.
Cherry looked at the world with newly opened eyes. Now, when she saw an attractive female, girl or woman, Cherry could not help but think of her in a sexual sense.
What would this one be like in bed? That woman, with the lush bosom-what would it be like to lick and suck at her breasts, to be taken to her bed.
Cherry was glad she was sitting down, since thoughts like these made her weak in the knees with rubbery legs.
Just visualizing them, seeing herself with other females, made her get all warm on the inside, and set her nipples to tingling.
In fact, now that she was conscious of them, she realized that her nipples stood out stiff and straight, little points pressing her blouse.
Cherry was a bit embarrassed. She looked around, and was relieved to discover that no one was staring at her.
She didn't think that she was a lesbian. No, she was sure that she wasn't, since lesbians, as far as she knew, had no use for males.
Well, that certainly wasn't the case with her! Cherry liked boys-was mad for them ... even though she had never gone all the way with them.
But she liked girls, too., loved them, going by last night.
Cherry shrugged defiantly. Look at Kate-
Kate had surely aroused and satisfied her boyfriend John Foster. There was nothing peculiar about Kate!
And Kate had done the same thing for Cherry. Well, if Kate could do it, have both males and females as lovers, so could she!
Cherry felt very grown-up after reaching this decision.
She waited on the dock for Billy. They had a date, of sorts. He was going to take her sailing on the lake, which would be a lot of fun.
He was kind of late, though. Cherry realized she had been waiting here for more than a few minutes, and there was no sign of Billy.
She had been so absorbed in thinking over the events of last night, and all that they meant for her, that she had sort of lost track of the time.
Cherry was a little bit irked. A pretty girl like her was hardly used to being kept waiting by a boy, even for a few moments.
But it was a beautiful morning, and Cherry felt equally beautiful, thanks to Kate and last night, so she relaxed and settled back.
Billy was on his way to the docks, when he was detoured.
He padded on sneakered feet down the dirt path, passing the lodge. To the left of the lodge was the cabin where the director, Max Glisser, lived with wife and daughter.
Billy wore a sleeveless shirt, swim trunks, white sneakers with no socks. Sun shining through leaves threw patterns of light and shadow on his face.
Just as he drew abreast of the Glisser cabin, through its open doorway stepped Honey Glisser, dressed in a T-shirt and shorts.
She was sensationally curved and voluptuously built. Her bosom was an overhanging balcony of flesh which swept out from her chest.
Her hips were wide and curved. She was lushly built, almost plump, with masses of soft female flesh in all the right places.
She leaned against the doorframe, causing her wide womanly hip to jut out.
She waved and called to him. Billy dutifully turned and trotted up the path and stood at the foot of the short flight of wooden steps leading to the cabin porch.
"Hi, Mrs. Glisser," he said, trying to be polite and not stare at her tits, which were worth staring at, and more.
"Good morning, Billy," she said. "I need you to do a little favor for me. There's some stuff on a shelf that I can't reach. Can you give me a hand?"
"Sure, Mrs. Glisser, I'd be glad to."
Billy climbed the stairs. He was a tall lad, about six feet in height, and she was a half a head shorter than he.
"Please don't be so formal," she smiled with her ripe red lips. "You know that we're all one big happy family here at Silverstone. Call me Honey."
She must have only recently climbed out of bed, since her platinum hair was tousled. Her eyes were bleary with sleep, but they glowed warmly at the sight of them.
She turned and walked into the cabin. Billy followed her inside, enjoying a fine view of her plump, splendid buttocks.
She wore tan Bermuda shorts, stretched taut across the rounded globes of her bottom, which were clearly outlined through the clinging fabric.
As she moved, her hips swayed and her buttocks rolled enticingly.
The cabin was dark, when he came in suddenly out of the sun, but there was plenty of light to see. He followed her through the den, into the back room.
There were wooden shelves mounted on a wall, with boxes stacked on the shelves.
Honey moved close to him, pointed at the box on the top shelf. "That's the one that I want, but I can't reach it."
"I'll get it, no problem," he grinned. He stood on tiptoes, took hold of the edges of the box, which was a bit heavy, and pulled it off the shelf.
Honey's eyes got brighter and warmer as she looked over the tall, handsome, well formed lad, with his lean wiry body, broad shoulders, his cute buns.
He wrestled the box off the shelf and on his shoulder. "Where do you want it?"
"This way, kind sir." She exited the storeroom and entered a room which he knew was the bedroom. She gestured toward an open closet.
"If you could just put it on the floor over there, please," she said.
"Sure thing!"
Billy bent at the knees and lowered the box into the closet.
Straightening up after completing the chore, he turned in time to see Honey Glisser pull off her blouse and cast it aside.
He froze, like a statue. He stared. There was plenty to stare at.
She wore no bra. Her breasts were the size of melons, and they were bluff pink and soft and jiggling from the motion of taking off the blouse.
Her nipples were the size of thimbles, and the auroeles were wider than silver dollars. Even as he watched, the nipples stiffened.
"Mrs. Glisser!" he gasped.
"Honey," she reminded him, reaching for the catch of her shorts and opening it. A metallic racket sounded as she pulled down the zipper.
Those Bermuda shorts were tight, and she squirmed and tugged to pull them down off her wide hips, but down they came.
Billy was planted in place, as though roots had sprung from his feet and dug into the floorboards. His wide eyes were bulging.
Honey peeled the shorts off her hips. She wore black lace panties. The shorts rustled as they fluttered down her legs.
The panties were stretched tight across her wide pink hips. There was a softness at her belly, a ripple of abundant flesh.
Her crotch was fattish, with an arching pubic mound pressing the black panties. The heavily embroidered lacy panties were semi-transparent.
Her thick dark bush made a fat triangle of shadow at her crotch. Stray curly hairs peeped over the top of her panties.
She padded to the bed, aware of the awesome alluring power of her body, her big breasts jiggling, her buttocks rolling under the panties.
She lay down on her side in bed, facing him, supporting her head with one hand. This position caused her breasts to push out even more plumply.
She ran a fat pink tongue over ripe red lips, wetting them.
"As long as I have you here in my bedroom, Billy, there is something else that you can do for me-a few things else, come to think of it."
She crooked her finger and beckoned him. "Come here, Billy."
"But Mr. Glisser--"
"Is out, and not expected back," Honey said. "Besides, Max has no objection to my taking my pleasure where I find it."
She pouted, "Perhaps it's that you don't find me attractive?"
"Oh no, it's not that!" he said quickly.
"I didn't think so," she laughed softly, "not when I see that big thing bulging between your legs, Billy."
Looking down, Billy became aware for the first time that he was in a state of furious erection, with his penis standing up stiffly.
"Come here and show me what you've got," cooed Honey.
Billy hurried to the bed. He walked around it. Honey rolled over so that she lay on her side facing him.
Her eyes narrowed with interest as she looked between his legs. The crotch of his swimming trunks bulged like a tentpole.
"Off with those clothes, young man," she said. "They'll only be in the way."
Billy peeled off his shirt. His torso was slim, tapered, with broad shoulders. He kicked off his sneakers and tugged at his trunks.
The swim trunks were tight, and his penis was so stiff and swollen inside them that it pained him from the pressure of trying to break free.
When he pulled down his swim trunks, his stiff penis popped out. It rose rigidly from his hips, rising up at a 45 degree angle.
Fires flashed in Honey's hot eyes as she beheld his endowment. "Ummmmmmm, you are a beautifully equipped young man!"
Leaning forward, breasts shifting and bobbing, she reached for his penis.
Her hand circled his member, squeezing it. She tugged on it and pulled him to bed. She rolled on her back and reached for him.
He climbed on the bed, on her. She was hot and smoothly naked. He wanted to drown in her masses of soft bosom flesh, her wide hips.
He lay on her. She cushioned him with her flesh. She took hold of his head and pulled his face to hers, pulled his mouth on hers.
They kissed. Her tongue was hot, demanding. It flicked up into his mouth, probing, penetrating, tasting, twining with his tongue.
She rubbed his broad shoulders, kneading the fine firm musculature there. Her hands slid down his back, stroking his spine, raising chills on it.
After they kissed for a moment, she eased his mouth off hers. She put her hands on her breasts, those impressive globes, and pushed them together.
Now they were particularly plumped up. The nipples stood up stiffly. Nipples and aureoles were a dark deep shade of shocking pink.
She put her hand on the back of his head and pulled him to her bosom.
His face was engulfed in twin pillows of flesh. The breasts were soft and buttery, seeming semi-solid, shifting as he nuzzled them.
His mouth watered. His eyes were dreamy and glazed as he rolled his head from side to side on them, back and forth.
The stiff nipples throbbed heavily as he rolled his face over them. Honey cupped a breast, soft bosom flesh jiggling in her hand.
She rubbed her nipple against his face, brought it to his lips. He moaned with lust, and she fed the nipple to his open mouth.
He wrapped his lips around the nipple and nursed at it, sucking and licking it. Honey rubbed his head, fondled his hair.
She eased the nipple from his mouth at last.
Sucking had caused it to grow fatter and redder than its twin on her other breast.
Her hands were on his shoulders and she pulled him down on his back beside her. She rose up, standing on her knees.
He sat up, watching. She slipped her fingers in her panties and slowly, teasingly pulled them down off her hips.
Her head hair was dyed platinum blonde, with dark roots. But her bush showed her natural coloring, a rich and glossily luxurious black pelt of fur.
His stiff penis jerked and jumped as she showed him her pussy.
Her bush reached halfway to her navel. It was a mass of fleecy, charmingly disarranged black curls partially veiling her fat pussy lips.
Her crotch was oversized, with thick pussy lips, full and fleshy, lips which quivered when exposed to Billy's heated, admiring gaze.
Honey took hold ' of his penis. The red throbber trembled in her hand. She held it so its swollen head jutted from the top of her fist.
She playfully, teasingly ran her finger up and down his swollen balls. His face creased with breathless ecstasy as she handled him.
She squeezed his shaft. From the slit in the center of his ccock head oozed a fat drop of pearly semen, which clung there.
Leaning forward, she lowered her head to his crotch, to the head of the stiff penis which she held. She looked up at him, red Ups smiling.
She stuck out her tongue and slowly, deliberately, arousingly, licked the drop of semen from his cock head and swallowed.
She asked: "Do you eat pussy, Billy?"
"Y-yes, Mrs. Glisser!" His weak voice cracked comically.
Honey put a hand between her plump pink thighs and fondled herself. Her pussy lips quivered and rippled under the caressing.
"Well, I have a hot, wet, sweet pussy which needs a lot of licking ... among other things. Think you can handle it?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Fine." She gave his cock another squeeze, then got on hands and knees and crawled up to the bed's head, turned to face his feet.
She planted her knees on either side of his upturned face. His cheeks tingled where her soft thighs rubbed them.
Looking up, he saw her thick pussy lips and black bush looming over his head.
She lowered herself down on him. As she neared, the ripely aromatic fragrance of her sex filled his lungs, intoxicating him.
She pressed her pussy on his face, on his open mouth.
Her breasts bobbed as she oohed and aahed in pleasure while his mouth kissed and licked her pussy. He kissed her feverishly.
Her thick pussy lips were warm but they got hot as he kissed them. She rubbed her pussy on his face, smearing him with juices.
The labia spread and the humid inner membranes were exposed, then penetrated, as he lanced his tongue up inside her.
The taste of her was rich and thick, like fine full-bodied wine, the taste of a fully mature woman with hot-blooded lust.
She squirmed from side to side. Her plump buttocks pressed his forehead. She sat forward, her dangling breasts causing stiff nipples to press his flesh.
She took hold of his cock and lavished wet kisses on its swollen head. Her tongue darted snake-like as it licked his cock head.
She stuffed the cock head in her mouth and sucked and chewed on it. She was skilled with lips and tongue and had Billy squirming.
He was moaning from what she did to him. Since his mouth was attached to her pussy, his moans vibrated through heated pussy flesh.
Honey liked that. All the while that she sucked him, she rocked back and forth on his face, riding his mouth to pleasure.
Honey took his stiff thing in her mouth, the swollen shaft stretching it at its comers-here was a well endowed lad indeed!
Molding her mouth around his member, taking it as deep as her throat would allow, she sucked him hotly and juicily.
Saliva spilled down her chin, making it wet and shiny. Her platinum blonde head bobbed up and down as she sucked him.
The bedroom was filled with the liquid sucking sound of mouths pleasuring genitals.
He came first. He was so delightfully devastated from this unexpected session of steamy sex that his arousal boiled feverishly in him.
Besides, Honey was superbly skilled with her mouth, and she used it to drive him to the limits of ecstasy.
When he came, her lips clutched the throbbing shaft, keeping the member safely stuffed on her tongue and in her throat.
His taut body went rigid like rock as he orgasmed. His moaning mouth shivered rippling vibrations through her steamy pussy.
He arched his back, instinctively lifting his ass from the mattress and plunging his hard, spurting penis into the passion pit of her mouth.
She was equal to the task, and she held him in mouth and throat.
Her cheeks went concave as she sucked the member which spurted semen.
His essence boiled up from swollen balls, ascended the column of his cock, and jetted explosively in liquid gushes from his cock head.
She sucked and slurped, swallowing his cream, gulping it down her gullet.
At last his orgasmic tremblings subsided. Tension left his body. He sagged back, slumping on the sweat-damp sheets.
He was still stiff in her mouth, and she sucked the drops which oozed from the member, gulping them down.
Her own pleasure demanded satisfaction. Playfully she squeezed his head with her thighs, and rocked her pussy, pressing it on his mouth.
Still gasping from pleasure, laboring for breath, Billy went back to work on tonguing her clitoris.
Honey oohed and aahed, face creasing with pleasure when the tongue curled around her clitoris and rubbed back and forth upon it.
He licked and lapped until his jaws and the root of his tongue ached. Honey moaned as she rocked back and forth, riding his face, his mouth.
Her juices smeared on his face from forehead to chin. He sucked in quick gasping breaths of air as she moved on his face.
He applied his tongue to her pleasure and made her climax.
When she came, Honey sat up straight on his face and crossed her arms over her chest, hugging her breasts.
Her pussy membranes slid and heaved convulsively against the mouth under them.
She moaned and gave a final shudder of satisfaction. Her pleasure was at least partially gratified, but there was plenty of lust still boiling in her.
As long as she had this virile young stud in her bed, she would make good use of him and keep him working sexually....
Down at the docks, a restive and restless Cherry finally stood up. Scanning the hillside, she saw no sign of Billy.
Perhaps he had misunderstood her, or she him. Maybe, instead of coming to meet her at the dock, he had gone to the bungalow where she was staying.
Cherry trudged up the winding dirt path, heading back to the bungalow. She had a few items to pick up anyway, such as suntan lotion and a towel.
Besides ... maybe Kate was alone in the bungalow ... ah, there would be something worth postponing her sailing trip for!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sisters kissed.
Lucinda leaned forward. Her dark eyes were smoky and heavy-lidded. Her ripe lips were parted as she moved her head toward Kate.
Kate's face shone with a thin sheen of sweat. Her eyes looked sleepy. When she parted her lips for the kiss, a soft moan escaped them.
Face met face. Lips brushed, pressed, locked. Mouths clamped together. Tongues slid into each other's mouths.
The sisters kissed passionately. Both were naked.
Lucinda's nipples were fat throbbing cherries jutting from the tips of her breasts, which were the size and shape of grapefruits.
Kate's nipples were more sharply pointed than those of her older sister, as were her breasts, which were not so full and round as Lucinda's.
As the sisters tongued each other's open mouths, the tips of their breasts, their stiff nipples, fenced, brushing against one another.
Kate murmured with appreciative lust as her tongue was caressed by Lucinda's tongue. Kate reached for her sister's breasts.
She fondled them. Lucinda's masses of bosom flesh jiggled and rippled under the eager caresses of her kid sister.
Dolan Randolph was unable to see the kisses and enjoy the sight of the two sisters heatedly kissing, but he had no complaints.
Kate squatted on his face, while Lucinda rode his stiff penis.
As naked as the females, he lay on his back. Pillows had been swept from the bed and knocked to the floor by the antics of the torrid trio.
Kate straddled his head, facing his feet. His head was hidden under her crotch, hidden above the neck.
But he made his presence felt by the hot wet kisses he planted on Kate's pussy, and by the liquid slurping noises made by those oral services.
Muscles flexed in Kate's taut thighs as she squatted on her brother-in-law's face. Her bush was damp with saliva.
Frothy silvery beads and bubbles of saliva dung to the dark bush of her pussy, clinging like crystal dewdrops on velvety moss.
As she kissed her older sister, Kate rocked back and forth on Dolan's face, making sure each part of her pussy was pleasured by his passionate kisses.
Lucinda was equally engaged. She sat straddling his hips, facing her sister.
The lips of her pussy were full and warm and blushed a bright burning red with arousal. The lips glimmered wetly.
She squatted over her husband's hips, with his member, stiffly swollen, shoved deep into her, impaling her with a spike of flesh.
He was hard and thick and long, and stretched her slippery membranes which oozed fresh secretions of desire with every little move she made.
She sat straight up, with her long legs folded under her. She leaned her head forward somewhat, in order to kiss Kate at the same time.
Dolan knew the exquisite sensation of being engulfed in female flesh.
His head was covered by Kate's soft parts, while his genitals were pleasured by the perfect pussy of his passionate spouse.
Earlier, as the threesome lay in bed listening to Kate's detailed description of her seduction of Cherry, their lusts were fired up.
It was only natural that they do something to satisfy those fires in the flesh.
And so they did. Now, Kate's pussy dripped hotly with thick secretions which tingled on Dolan's thrusting tongue as he pushed it in her.
Her pussy lips, wet and warm, quivered. The outer lips had been licked from top to bottom, while now his tongue was within the slitted lips.
He pressed his parted lips to her pussy lips. Kate was thrilled by the clinging, caressing contact of pussy lips and his lips.
His jaws gaped open, while his tongue worked in and out, back and forth, thrusting and tasting, licking and lapping at the inside of her.
The spicy sweetness of her filled his mouth and fired his senses.
Her soft buttocks pressed his forehead as she moved on his face, rubbing her pussy, grinding it hard against his open mouth.
Her folded legs pressed his head. Her thighs covered his ears, muffling sound and casting him to a more or less silent realm of sexual sensation.
Kate's pussy quivered and her membranes heaved as he tongued her.
He was being taken care of below the waist by Lucinda. His lady sat astride his hips, riding his stiff erection.
She rocked back and forth. Her pussy lips circled the base of his shaft. His rod filled her and stretched the slippery membranes.
He moved under her, squirming, rocking, working his penis in her pussy.
Lucinda and Kate leaned forward to kiss, causing the threesome to form a triangle of flesh when their mouths met and locked.
Dolan was the baseline of the triangle, while Lucinda and Kate were the two sides, their heads and mouths meeting at the apex.
Lucinda caressed her sister's breasts, savoring the contrast between yielding buttery bosom flesh and hard throbbing nipples.
Kate rested her soft slim-fingered hands on I icinda's shoulders. Her tongue pushed and slid and thrust and rubbed Lucinda's.
Dolan withdrew his tongue from within her honeyed pussy. Kate squirmed with sexual sensation as his tongue slithered to the top of her slit.
The tongue tip probed under the pussy lips and pressed the hard button of her clitoris and massaged it, slowly building up speed.
Kate's pussy was a steamy mass of pleasure from the previous tonguing. Hot sparks lashed through her like lightning, as her clitoris was licked.
Her mouth pressed more passionately on Lucinda's, her tongue thrust faster.
Lucinda squeezed and kneaded the breasts of her sister. She tweaked the nipples, making those stiff points shiver with sensation.
Her own hips rocked back and forth as she rode the stiff cock of her husband.
Knowing him as well as she did, she could tell from the way his stiff member twitched against her creamy membranes that his orgasm was near.
She worked harder, grinding her hips into him. She was tilted at an angle which often caused her clitoris to rub his shaft.
Her strong thighs clutched his sides as she rocked on him.
Dolan fought to delay his orgasm until he had brought Kate to her climax.
She was close ... very close. Her membranes moved and slid against his mouth. Her flesh shivered with sensation.
His tongue tip seemed glued to the button of her clitoris. Now it was a flickering blur of pink motion playing over her pearl of flesh.
Now, Kate climaxed, As she came, she squeezed his head with hher taut strong thighs. Her pussy flesh pressed his face, filling his nostrils, sealing his mouth.
For an instant, he was smothered in the pussy flesh of his sister-in-law.
He loved it. His face was engulfed by Kate's pussy and his stiff, pulsing cock was clutched inside the velvety sheath of Lucinda's sex.
Kate shook and shivered. Lucinda felt Kate's moans ripple inside her own mouth. Kate's hands convulsively tightened their grip on Lucinda's shoulders.
Kate tossed her head, hair swirling across her shoulders and upper back, eyes squeezed nearly shut, mouth gaping open and moaning.
Lucinda let her hand stray down between her own legs. The glossy pelt of her bush brushed her fingertips as she reached for her clitoris.
Her pussy was filled by the stiff and shaking penis of her husband, whom she knew wo uld orgasm in a matter of seconds.
She could let herself go now. She pressed her fingertips to her pussy and rubbed her clitoris hard and fast.
Sure enough, Dolan orgasmed. His cock twitched against her membranes, then shook and shuddered as it spurted forth semen.
Semen, thick and gushing, bubbled from his swollen cock head. It came in heavy gushes, pouring into her pussy membranes.
Within seconds, she was filled to the brim, so that semen seethed in her sex from the pit of her pussy to the slitted lips.
She squeezed his hips with her thighs. Her fingertips pressed her clitoris.
Those last little touches of her fingers on her clitoris were all she needed to bring her off, triggering her own shattering climax.
Dolan's coming cock was given extra added thrills as his wife climaxed. As she came, her pussy membranes convulsively clamped down on his cock.
Her pussy squeezed his spurting penis, clamping down on it, milking it dry of semen while she shook with the force of her own orgasm.
Three figures, two female and one male, shook and shivered with ecstasy.
Kate sobbed for breath. She rose up, lifting her pussy from the wet face it covered. Thick masses of gooey saliva clung to her pussy lips.
Dolan's face was bright red and shining with her natural oils and his own saliva. He sucked in great groaning gasps of air.
Kate climbed off his face and toppled on her side. She lay curled at the head of the bed, on her side, legs pressed together and bent.
Dolan shook with sexual satisfaction as the last drops of milky white semen oozed from his cock head to add their presence to the volume of his come which already filled Lucinda.
Lucinda pressed her sweaty palms down on his flat, hard muscles chest. Her head hung and her eyes were bright glittering slits as she caught her breath.
Her face was red, and f rosy blush showed on her breasts and belly.
Kate stirred, shifted, sighed profoundly. Her pussy was a mass of liquid electric pleasure glowing in the center of her.
She pressed her thighs against her pussy lips, squeezing the labia. The added sensation added to the soft moans escaping her open mouth.
Lucinda leaned forward, so that her stiff-nippled breasts dangled inches over Dolan's open gasping mouth. His eyes were shut.
She lowered her breasts, nudging him. She swayed her upper body so that her stiff throbbing nipples slid back and forth on his face.
He shaped his mouth into a wide sucking O. She stuffed her nipple between his lips, and he greedily sucked it. He was still inside her.
At last, rousing herself somewhat, Lucinda eased her nipple out of his mouth and raised herself up off his cock.
His penis, still stiff, pulsed heavily as her slippery pussy membrane slid upward along it, revealing the red, swollen, sticky shaft.
His swollen cock head popped free from her pussy lips, which pressed closed and sealed, semen shining wetly on them.
His member jumped and jerked, moving this way and that.
Lucinda eased off and lay down beside him. She felt his seed oozing inside her. Thick semen was soothing against her overheated pussy.
There was a lull in the sex action as the threesome lay on the raft of the bed and floated on a sea of warm, lazy afterglow.
There were murmurs of endearment, soft sliding caresses, quick kisses.
Presently Lucinda moved. Dolan's come oozed inside her, dribbling out of her pussy lips and trickling stickily down her crotch.
She would have herself cleaned out by Kate, by Kate's mouth. Kate herself rose to a sitting position, shaking her head to clear it.
The door opened and Cherry entered.
The truth was out.
For a stunned second, time stood still. The scene looked like a photograph, with all the participants frozen and motionless.
Kate sat up, one hand clutching the headboard of the bed, hair spilling down on her shoulders and the tops of her breasts.
One leg was tucked under her, the other was stretched straight out. Her nipples stood out stiffly and wetness shone between her legs.
Dolan lay on his back, his red, semi-stiff penis twitching on his muscular hairy thigh, his hands folded behind the back of his head.
Lucinda knelt on the bed, legs folded, broad fleshy bottom resting on the backs of her heels, semen shining on her thighs.
Cherry stood just inside the threshold, paralyzed with shock. Her jaw fell open with an audible click of astonishment.
Her eyes were wide, with white circles surrounding startled staring irises. Her gaze took in all the details of the bedroom scene.
Cherry had come back to the cabin to get a towel and some other sundries. She had entered quietly, and decided to look in on Mom and Dad.
She was getting a look, all right-a good look.
After some seconds (which seemingly dragged on for eternities), a deep red blush rose in Cherry's cheeks and fanned out over her face, making it burn.
Without a word, Cherry spun on her heels and fled the room.
"Cherry--" Lucinda called her daughter's name, reaching out a hand to her.
Kate was quicker. She slid out of bed in one graceful, fluid motion, picked up her clothes from the floor, pulled them on.
She pulled on a shirt and a pair of denim cut-off shorts-a revealing costume, but one which would do in a pinch.
"I'll go after her and bring her back," she promised.
There was the sound of the bungalow door slamming, and Cherry going down the stairs and running down the dirt path.
Kate went to the window and peered out to see in which direction Cherry had gone. She caught sight of the girl, and hurried after her.
In the Glisser cabin, Honey climbed off Billy's wet face and crawled down and climbed back on his hips.
Billy squirmed with lust. He had come when she sucked him off, but he was still hard and ready for more.
That was one of the things Honey appreciated the most about these young studs. Even when they came, they were ready and eager for more.
Well, she had more-plenty more. Her mouth had been filled and fucked by his long stiff shaft, while her tongue tingled to the taste of him.
Her pussy had been pleasured by his mouth. The session of oral sex was more than a delight, but now she desired the filling feeling of penetration.
She swung her legs over him as she mounted him, like she was climbing on a horse. She straddled his lean hips.
She took hold of his stiff cock. Ah, it was rock hard, red, and burning. A fat drop of come oozed from the cock head.
She lowered herself, her pussy poised over his stiff penis. She gripped his shaft in her fist, the hot penis flesh sticky with semen and saliva.
Her own pussy ached for filling and fucking. She pressed the red head of his swollen rod to her pussy lips, which quivered at the touch.
She rubbed the cock head up and down, back and forth, massaging her sensitive, full, and fleshy pussy lips with the head of his penis.
The tip of the scarlet cock head pressed the slot where her pussy lips joined. She rubbed it up and down her slit.
His balls were tightly swollen. He moaned when she toyed with them, delicately fingering them while she rubbed her pussy with his cock.
She was eager for more satisfying sex play. She guided the cock head to its proper place, pressing it to her pussy.
The cock head parted the lips of her pussy, peeling them to the sides, exposing seashell-pink membranes which heaved and slid.
She stuffed the cock head inside her. Her sex was a wet furnace whose sexual heat sizzled against the knobbed cock head.
She pressed it inside her, lodging it safely. Then she lowered herself down, swallowing the member up inside her.
The red shaft sank between stretched pussy lips. It pulsed and throbbed as it glided over creamy membranes which caressingly clutched it.
Billy's red sweating face moaned. His eyes were slits. He shook his head from side to side in a daze of sexual delirium.
Honey sat down, taking his member fully inside her. He was well hung, long and thick, with a cock whose width satisfying Filled her pussy.
She sat forward, her breasts falling on his face, engulfing them in buttery warmth. She snuggled in, taking his cock deep.
She rode him and rocked on him, sliding back and forth. She ground her pussy against his swollen penis.
Her plump buttocks jiggled as she moved. When she rose up, his red shaft emerged from within her pussy lips.
She would ride him until all but his knobbed cock head was outside her pussy lips. She teased him erotically by just holding his cock head inside her.
He was eager, and could not last that way for more than a few seconds without urgently squirming and trying to plant his penis fully in her.
She would feed him a breast, stuffing the nipple and a good deal of its surrounding bosom flesh into his mouth, stretching it at the comers.
When his moans rippled through her stiff nipple and her sensitive mass of bosom flesh, she would at last sink back down and swallow his shaft inside her.
This pleasant little game prolonged the passion, and had Billy nearly faint with lust as she continued to toy with him.
At last she settled in and rode him for a really good and deep fucking.
She took him inside her and rocked back and forth on him. Her belly slapped his, and sweat poured from both bodies.
The mature and wanton female and the lusty young stud were soon oiled with sweat, while the bed was damp with the natural fluid.
Back and forth she rocked, riding him. Sweat made her flesh cling to his. His cries sounded again and again, cries of lust which were music to her ears.
Heat rose in his seething shaft and the pussy membranes surrounding it. Sexual heat was steamy inside Honey's sex.
She rode him more vigorously than ever, demandingly. He was more than equal to the task, and writhed under her in response.
His buttocks, damp with sweat, were tightly clenched. They lifted from the mattress as he drove his hard cock upward into her.
His cock head bumped the mouth of her womb with each deep thrust. He pounded into her from below, setting her soft masses of female flesh quivering.
As he came, she ground her pussy into him, grinding hard in a move which triggered her own climax and swept her with sexual fire.
Heat seethed through her, a firestorm which exploded in her pussy and washed through the rest of her, sweeping her away.
His member was like a bar taken from the blacksmith's forge, glowing red hot, and plunged into a pail of water for quenching.
Quenched he was, as semen boiled and bubbled from his member, which spurted seemingly endless masses of the milky fluid into the wanton woman.
In another part of Silverstone, high on a hill, Kate calmed Cherry.
Cherry, shaken and stunned, was white-faced and shivering. She was sullen and pouting and her back was turned to Kate.
Cherry sat on the log of a fallen tree, under a mass of trees whose shade fell on her and Kate. Kate stood behind her.
Cherry's eyes were moist, but she didn't cry. Kate sat down beside her on the tree. Cherry, without looking Kate in the face, started to get up.
Kate rested her hand on Cherry's slim shoulder and held her down.
"After last night, Cherry, how can you hate me?" she asked.
"I don't hate you," Cherry mumbled. "B-b-b-but after I-I-I-last night, how could you do it--with Mom and Dad?! How could they do it with you?!"
"Because we all love each other very much, dear girl." Kate fondled Cherry's hair, pleased that Cherry did not reject the caress.
"People who love each other should make love," Kate argued persuasively. "After all, I love you, and so we made love, didn't we?"
Kate spoke softly and convincingly in this vein for some moments. Finally she melted Cherry's resistance and took her in her arms.
CHAPTER NINE
Tonight was the big night.
Before the evening's planned activities got started, the family dined in the lodge, eating well but lightly.
Mom, Dad, Cherry, and Kate were all freshly washed and neatly groomed and nicely dressed for what promised to be a very special occasion.
Cherry's hair, recently washed and shampooed, was pulled back in a ponytail. Her fresh, scrubbed, lovely face was without make-up.
Cherry wore a pretty white frock, with lacy straps going over her bare shoulders, which, already glowed goldenly from time spent under the sun.
The delightful dress clung to her slim curves. Her small breasts pressed pertly against the front of the garment, pressing out its front a bit with twin tender mounds.
The dress was tight in the torso and full in the skirt, with a hem which reached down past her knees. A pair of white strap-on sandals completed her outfit.
Mom wore a red dress, very snug and stylish and summery. It left both shoulders bare, and showed a nice swelling of the tops of her breasts.
She wore no bra with the garment, but her breasts were fitted into the individual cups of the scarlet dress, with her fat nipples fully outlined.
Kate wore a one-piece green dress with a backless halter top. Her pert breasts were fitted in the triangular cups of soft green fabric.
At the top of each cup was a drawstring. The pair of strings were knotted together at the back of her neck, holding the dress in place.
Kate's hair, freshly washed and set, was full and shimmering and swept over her shoulders in glossy sweeping curves of dark hair.
Dad wore a sport shirt which was handsomely filled out by his powerful torso. He was freshly shaved, his alert eyes shining with eagerness.
Those eyes also glimmered with family pride, as he considered the loveliness of his wife and her seductive kid sister.
And his eyes lit up with intense paternal pride when he looked on his daughter, a delicious little angel wrapped in a dress as white as a cloud.
The family kept to themselves this night, and there was much significant exchanging of veiled, knowing glances between them.
They touched often. Kate sat next to Cherry on one side, and she had moved her chair so that her thigh pressed Cherry's, keeping them in constant contact.
From time to time, Kate's hand would slip under the table to squeeze or pat Cherry's thigh, setting that girl tingling.
Cherry was all smiles and blushing eagerness. Like the rest of the family, she ate lightly, not wanting to be weighed down later.
Her eagerness caused her to squirm on her seat, shifting weight from one cupcake buttock to the next-she squirmed especially when Kate fondled her under the table.
After dessert and coffee, the family group arose as one from the table, saying goodnight to their tablemates.
On their way out of the lodge, Tom Lee came over to Dad, inviting him and Lucinda and Kate--to join him and Betty Jane for a little get-together later.
Dad grinned, saying that he would have to take a rain check on that attractive invitation, to some other night soon.
Tonight he would be spending the entire evening with his dear family, he told Tom Lee. Tom Lee nodded, realizing the full implications of what Dad meant.
As Tom looked from Lucinda, to Kate, to blushing Cherry, Tom said, "I envy you," to Dad. The two shook hands, and he kissed Mom.
Dad expressed the family's best wishes to the absent Betty Jane, and once more promised Tom that all of them would get together soon for some fun.
The family moved on, exiting the lodge, going arm in arm along the path to their bungalow, walking four abreast.
Those who saw them knew something of what the family was into, since they themselves shared similar interests, incestuous interests, as well as many other lusts.
Dolan and Lucinda were well known by other, regular patrons. Kate and Cherry were fresh faces whose arrival was greeted with a great deal of gladness.
Back to the bungalow went the family. Dad closed the curtains and locked the door. No one would disturb the session.
This was for family members only.
Now that the moment of truth was at hand, Cherry was filled with simultaneous longing and anxiety.
All in all, there was no question that this was to be the most thrilling night of her life--a once in a lifetime event.
After all, a girl can only become a woman once.
And Daddy would be doing the honors.
Long gone were the angry glares and tears which had darkened Cherry's face this morning when she stumbled across the threesome in the bedroom.
Kate had worked her seductively persuasive magic on the girl, kissing and cuddling Cherry under the shade trees and pacifying the girl.
Kate had brought Cherry back to the bungalow, back to Mom and Dad, who had dressed in the meantime. There was a teary reconciliation.
Mom and Dad spoke long and earnestly to their little girl. They told her that there were lots of things about their private lives-their bedroom lives-which they had kept from Cherry up to now, but which it was time for her hear now.
Fondling Cherry's hair, Mom said solemnly that the body was a beautiful thing, the crown of creation of He who had made it.
Bodies were designed to give pleasure to each other. There was no greater good than giving pleasure to one you loved.
Mom and Dad explained that they lived for love's pleasure, with each other, and with their friends and lovers.
Kate stood between them, with Dad's arm around her shoulders and Mom's arm circling her waist, and took up the thread of the argument.
Kate said that she was singularly lucky, since she not only had a sister who loved her and was her lover, but a brother-in-law who also was equally concerned with her desires.
Kate said that now she was triply blessed, since in addition to Mom and Dad, she now had little Cherry, her beloved niece, as her lover.
Kate reached for Cherry, who willingly entered her embrace. Mom and Dad hugged them, and there were many tears and smiles.
Cherry was a big girl. She was growing up fast, and now she was ready to know the truth about her parents, and to join them if she so desired.
Mom and Dad and Kate hugged and kissed and caressed the girl, expressing their fondest hopes that Cherry would join them.
Dazed with stunned surprise, Cherry somehow managed to say that nothing in the world would be more pleasing to her than to join the family circle of physical love.
The afternoon passed swiftly, while the foursome prepared for the night.
Now that night had come, and Mom, Dad, Kate, and Cherry stood in the living room of the bungalow, facing each other, holding champagne glasses together for a toast.
The well stocked cellars of the lodge had been able to supply a very acceptable bottle of domestic champagne for the family.
After all, such a special occasion as this demanded champagne for celebration.
Champagne bubbles fizzed, tickling Cherry's nose. The champagne was golden and bubbled like soda pop, but it was ten thousand times better!
Cherry swallowed it down, and it warmed her tummy and made her skin tingle.
Glasses were set down. Dad sat in an armchair and called his daughter to him for her to sit in his lap.
Mom and Kate sat side by side on the couch facing Dad and Cherry. The couch had been moved close to the chair, so that Mom's knees practically touched Dad's.
There was a rustling of the ruffled skirt of Cherry's white dress as the girl happily climbed into Dad's lap and snuggled in.
Her pert bottom pressed his lap, his genitals, pressing down on them with warmth which Dad felt through her panties and dress; and his slacks and shorts.
His face was close to her hair, and her hair smelled sweetly, naturally fragrant.
Daddy slipped his arm around her waist and held her snugly, rocking her on his lap, causing her buttocks to roll back and forth over his member.
Mom and her sister sat side by side, thighs touching, holding hands.
Dad put his face close to Cherry's for a kiss. Cherry closed her eyes, parted her lips, and tilted her head back for the kiss.
Dad's lips met hers. Her nostrils tingled with the faint aroma of his aftershave lotion, which continued to cling to his clean shaven face.
His lips pressed hers. His tongue touched her teeth, slipped into her mouth.
Thus was his first invasion of her v-. i. accomplished, as his tongue penetrated the warm wet spicy mouth of his teen daughter.
Cherry had been kissed by her daddy many r many times, but never with tongues.
She tingled all over, even more than she had when she drank the champagne. Her nipples throbbed and stiffened to points of hardness.
She squirmed as warm wetness oozed inside her pussy. Daddy tasted her mouth and rubbed her tongue and touched her.
She thrilled as he put his hand on her small bosom. His palm practically covered her breast. He was very gentle and loving.
He squeezed and played with her breast as he kissed her. His thing throbbed against her and the member swelled and stiffened.
Still kissing passionately, Cherry went, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," as his penis got all hard and rigid under her bottom.
His hands trembled with lust as he touched her. He put his hand on her thigh and caressed it through her white dress.
Then he was taking his mouth from hers, and gently easing her off his lap.
"It's time we all were in bed, I think," said Dad.
Mom and Kate got up, their hands reaching out for Cherry. Mom wrapped her arms around Cherry and hugged her tightly.
Cherry's small breasts were pressed and overwhelmed by Mom's expansive bosom as Mom hugged her. Mom kissed her on the mouth.
Mom pressed her tongue inside Cherry's mouth. Cherry tingled all over, and the heat in her little pussy flared forth with renewed fire.
Mom, still kissing her teen daughter, reached down to pat the roundness of Cherry's ripely curved rump, to squeeze and fondle the buttocks.
Mom broke off the kiss, but only to turn her daughter over to the loving attentions of her sister Kate, who took her turn kissing and caressing the youngster.
Cherry was dazed with lust. First there was just the sheer physical power of having her sensitive skin touched by three pairs of tender hands, hands which stroked her slim shoulders and small breasts and rounded bottom and thin thighs.
In a kind of abstract way, there was a deliciousness in being enclosed by three extremely attractive adult bodies-all of which desired her.
How flattering that was to her youthful ego! Here she was, a skinny little kid who had only reached puberty a year or so ago, and these three adults wanted her!
Not that Cherry didn't hold a high opinion of herself, and rightly so. She was a skinny kid, but one with the face of an angle, with smooth flawless skin and deep warm eyes and sensual, pouty lips.
She was a little teen angel with small cute titties and a round bottom and a pair of long legs, a girl with a coltish grace.
Cherry moved along in a sort of daze of lust, as she and the rest of the family entered the bedroom of her parents.
There were fresh-picked flowers stuck in vases around the room, perfuming the air. Cherry inhaled deeply, feeling lightheaded.
The bed was covered with clean sheets which were as white as her dress. Mom and Kate led her to the bedside, kissed her, and undressed her.
It was a sensual experience, to have her garments taken off by Mom and Kate.
The two adult females covered Cherry with caresses, prolonging the act of taking off her clothes, warming her up more and more.
Off came the dress, to be carefully folded and set aside by Kate.
Cherry stood in the room in her bra and panties. Kate kissed her on the back of the neck. Chills raced along Cherry's spine.
Kate unhooked the bra and took it off. Mom and Dad and Kate exclaimed happily about the beauty of her small, shapely, tender breasts.
Her puckered nipples were stiff and tingling. They tingled harder, when they were kissed one by one by Mom's velvet lips.
Cherry was now in her panties. Dad claimed the honor of taking them down. Facing her, he took hold of the panties and pulled them off her hips.
Cherry was nude. She held her hands at her sides, making no move to cover herself.
Cherry was led to the bed. She climbed into it. Her face burned and so did the rest of her. Her nipples ached from stiffness when they throbbed.
The sheets were smooth and clean against her naked flesh. Cherry sat up in bed, watching hotly as the rest of the family came together.
Dad reached for the bow of the halter of Kate's green dress. When he untied the knot, opening the drawstrings, the cups slipped from Kate's breasts, baring them.
But there was no sag nor slippage of the breasts themselves, which stood out high and full and firm and jutting from her chest.
Hard nipples throbbed at the tips of her breasts. Mom and Kate took off each other's clothes, while Dad took off his own.
The group had lingered while undressing Cherry, making it a sexual experience for the child, but now they were in a hurry to join her in nakedness.
Soon all four of them were naked. Cherry's heated gaze swept from Dad, to Mom, to Kate, and back again, trying to take in all the details r of their flesh.
Dad had a big stiff penis standing out straight and stiff from his hips.
The mattress sagged, bedsprings creaking as Mom and Kate climbed on bed, the sisters getting in on either side of Cherry.
Two pairs of hands caressed the teen virgin. Mom kissed Cherry on the mouth, as did Kate. The sisters lowered their faces to Cherry's tender bosom.
Cherry lay on her back on the bed, staring dreamily up at the ceiling.
Mom put her mouth to one breast of her daughter's, while Kate performed the same service to the second of Cherry's breasts.
Mom and Kate licked the girl's bosom and nibbled and sucked her tiny stiff nipples.
Mom caressed her daughter's flat tummy, her lean hips. Her fingers toyed with the tin fleece of Cherry's pubic bush.
Cherry moaned when Mom touched her little pussy.
Cherry's sweet sex was a thin-lipped cleft between her legs, lightly dusted with a thin bush. The pussy lips were fragile as rose petals.
Mom's fingers slid across the flower of her daughter's sex, stroking pussy lips with infinite tenderness.
Mom disengaged her mouth from Cherry's stiff wet nipple, and moved down on the bed until her head was over Cherry's crotch.
Her breath was warm and made Cherry's pussy tingle. Obediently Cherry spread her legs at Mom's touch, offering up her little pink pussy.
Mom's smiling lips pressed Cherry's velvety pussy lips and pressed quick hot kisses on them, while Kate continued her work on Cherry's breasts.
Mom's mouth loved Cherry. Mom touched her tongue to tender pussy lips and lovingly licked them; Cherry was breathless with delight.
Mom's tongue rolled up and down Cherry's pussy lips. She put her tongue to the slit and pressed it open, forcing the squirming tongue into her daughter.
Mom licked the slippery pussy lips, which dripped with moisture. Her tongue glided up and down. She then touched the tongue to Cherry's little clitoris.
Moaning, shaking, Cherry squeezed her eyes shut. The bed sagged as Dad sat on it. Cherry's mouth was open and moaning.
Kate lifted her mouth from Cherry's nipples, which she had kissed and sucked. She sat up and leaned over Cherry's head.
Stiff nipples throbbed as they grazed Cherry's fair face. Kate held her breast and fed its stiff nipple into Cherry's mouth.
Kate sat leaning over Cherry, feeding the girl her breast. Dad took over at the erotic task of stimulating and sucking Cherry's breasts.
Dad licked and kissed and tongued Cherry. He held her little titty circled by his thumb and forefinger, and whipped his tongue across its nipple.
Mom's licking tongue stroked a fire in Cherry's clitoris. Cherry's breath came in quick panting gasps and soft sighs.
Cherry rocked her lean hips, undulating, pressing her pussy up against Mom's mouth. She ground her pussy against it.
Her pussy lips quivered where touched by Mom's parted lips. Mom's tongue was devilishly knowing as it fanned fire into Cherry.
Suddenly the fire flashed out and blazed through the girl, sweeping like a storm and roaring through her tender flesh.
Cherry climaxed.
When she stopped shaking, and the tension left her limbs, she slumped back in bed.
She was dazed. She felt like she had an overload of sex. She felt loose and lazy and relaxed and utterly uninhibited.
She wanted to give, and to be taken.
Dad was there, Dad was ready. Dad lifted his licking tongue from her nipples, which were rock-hard points of electric sensation.
Cherry opened her eyes, which were glazed, heavy-lidded. Peering up as though through a fog, she saw Dad smiling down at her.
Mom and Kate sat up on either side of the girl, smiling expectantly. Dad reached for Cherry. His caressing hand moved from her breasts, to her belly, to her bush, where they fingered the damp curls.
He put his hand on her thighs. Snuggling and sighing with desire, Cherry opened her legs wide, spreading them for her father.
Dad kissed her little pussy, then mounted his virgin daughter.
CHAPTER TEN
Dad's big thick thing was too big to fit in Cherry without lubrication.
Cherry was dripping wet inside. Her own secretions and Mom's masses of gooey saliva seethed inside her tender virgin slit.
She was as wet as could be, but it wasn't enough for that thing to fit.
And she was very, very eager to give herself utterly to her father, that maturely handsome, virile man.
He looked great! He had a handsome head, distinguished face, strong and powerful body. His physical presence excited her.
Sessions of ruthless exercise in the gym kept him in top physical condition. His body was taut, firm, glowing with good health.
The adultness of him was stimulating.
Cherry had gone pretty far with some boys, yes, but this was her first time ever with a full-grown male!
His adulthood showed in his craggily handsome face, which glowed with tender passion as he mounted his slim, naked teen daughter.
His weight was full but not crushing as he climbed on her and stretched out.
Her small breasts were pressed flat under his hard chest, the nipples throbbing as they scraped his pelted body fut.
A long thick staff of flesh-his cock-brushed the smooth insides of her upper thighs. His penis, stiff and swollen, seemed like a club of flesh rising from his hips.
Her eagerness was mingled with no little anxiety-Daddy was so very big!
Cherry was tight inside her pussy. She wondered if she would really be able to take that thick stiff shaft inside her.
Determination shone in her eyes and firmed her jaw. She would do it! She would!
Dad kissed her on the mouth. He fondled her face and hair, murmuring as he planted hot quick kisses all over her angel face.
He raised himself up a big and reached under himself for his penis.
He pressed its swollen head to her slit. Her sensitive, thin pussy lips quivered as he gently nudged them with the head of the member.
He rubbed it up and down her slit, stroking her pussy lips.
Kate and Mom were there, of course, at the bedside, each of them sitting on the bed's edge, one on either side of Cherry.
The females smiled lovingly as they caressed father and daughter.
Dad held the cock head to Cherry's slit. It pushed her pussy lips apart and pried them open. Dad pushed the head of the penis into her.
Cherry fought to stifle a moan. She was tight, narrow in her pussy passage. The fat knobbed head of his penis stretched her.
She was dripping wet when he entered her. He put it in very slowly, easing in the shaft by fractions of inches at a time.
Now the cock head was inside her. Twinges shot through her stretched membranes. Pain creased her pretty little face and she panted for breath.
He was very gentle with her--but his thing was too big!
At last Cherry squealed from the pain, her face all scrunched up, her eyes moist.
Dad pulled out of her, cock head popping from her pussy.
Cherry wanted to cry-she felt so ashamed of herself for acting like a little girl at the very moment she was due to become a woman!
But the three adults only kissed and caressed her and told her to put her fears from her mind, that they would take care of her.
Cherry's only problem was that she needed more lubrication. Dad and Kate kissed and caressed Cherry while Mom, smiling maternally, rose from the bed of love.
Dad moved his head down between her legs and kissed and licked Cherry there.
Mom crossed to the bureau. From the top of it she took a jar of lubricating jelly, uncapped it, and returned to bed, her long legs flashing.
She dipped her fingers in the grease, scooped some out, and smeared it on Cherry's slit, massaging the oil into her pussy lips..
The grease was cool on Cherry's hot pussy lips. The massage was very sensual, firing Cherry up. Mom slipped her Finger between the pussy lips and greased Cherry on the inside, too, oiling her membranes with the slippery stuff.
Kate handled the delightfully erotic chore of greasing Dad's cock.
She held his penis upright and smeared its wide knobbed head with grease like she was polishing up a doorknob.
She rubbed more of the shining stuff on his shaft, making it slippery in her hands.
When the greasing was done, Cherry lay back in the bed, her thin pussy lips shining brightly from the oil on them.
Dad asked if she was ready to try again. In a small voice, she answered in the affirmative, saying that she was indeed ready.
Mom and Kate took up their positions on either side of the bed, while Dad stretched out on top of Cherry.
Once more, the penis was put to her slit. Cherry felt all squishy and creamy inside from the lubricant. The cock head slid up and down her slit.
Dad pressed it to her and opened her pussy. This time his thing went in easier, although she still gasped from the stretching.
He put the cock head in her.
It filled her like a plug of flesh. He sank his shaft slowly inside her.
Cherry 'moaned as she was filled and stretched. All the same, it wasn't as bad as she had expected-until it touched her maidenhead.
The cock head bumped against the veil of tender tissue, the door which blocked the gates of pussy pleasure, the membrane of her virginity.
The maidenhead vibrated like a struck drumhead. Cherry gasped.
She knew that it was going to hurt, and she was right.
Dad did it quick. He gathered himself up to do the deed. His weight pressed Cherry down, pinning her to the mattress.
He shoved his hips forward, thrusting his penis hard into her pussy.
Cherry cried out as the head of his cock struck her maidenhead. For an awful instant, the maidenhead had elastic properties and yielded to the pressure.
It stretched to the limits of its elasticity. Then it tore inside her.
Cherry shrieked, once.
The battering cock head pushed relentlessly into her, sweeping aside the shredded flesh of the maidenhead, entering her for the first time.
For the first time in her young life, Cherry knew the sensation of being filled, being penetrated-a womanly sensation indeed.
Hot tears dripped down her face and choking sobs sounded in her throat. She was smiling through her tears, though.
Mom and Kate's hands were on her, smoothing, consoling, caressing, congratulating. And Dad kissed her passionately and called her his darling little lover.
Then he made love to her.
He moved in her. She hurt inside her pussy, between the legs. There had been a blinding flash of pain when her maidenhead was ripped asunder.
Now, that sharp stabbing pain was replaced by a dull throbbing ache.
Dad moved in her. Pussy membranes shivered with sensation as the greased penis slid in and out, back and forth.
Dad was as gentle as could be with his little girl. He worked his penis slowly inside her, caressing her tender membranes with his cock.
He moved his hips, working his penis in and out, back and forth.
After a while-Dad could go for a long time without coming-the pain subsided, and Cherry felt the first stirrings of sexual pleasure down below.
She was tingling inside her pussy. When Dad put it deep in her, the cock head knocked against the mouth of her womb.
Each stroke heated her more. Soon she found herself rocking her hips in response, pushing her pussy up against his penis.
Dad felt this response, was delighted by it.
His breath panted faster and harder as he worked his rod in and out.
Heat seethed in the shaft of his penis. Heat shimmered on the inside of her pussy.
Dad put his cock really deep in her. This time he didn't pull it out, but kept it plunged and planted deep inside her.
His thing was in her as deep as she could take it. Her pussy membranes were so stretched that they were as sensitive as a tuning fork.
Each throbbing pulse of the veins winding around his shaft shivered through her sensitive membranes and set her quivering.
Suddenly, Dad shook. His penis swelled inside her, like a hose when the water pressure is suddenly turned on.
Twinges shot through her already stretched pussy. She moaned. Dad came.
Semen jetted from the head of the cock in a wet explosion. It came in thick gushes, erupting from the cock head, pumping into her pussy.
The semen filled her from the pit of her pussy right up to the slitted pussy lips, filling the narrow interface between her pussy and his cock.
The come was thick and warm. It felt soothing when it soaked into her sore and sensitive membranes, and she savored the sensation.
Dad groaned a few more times as his spurting cock gave up its last few gushing drops of come, then was still.
So was Dad. His sweating face was red, panting, sighing, moaning.
Soon he recovered. Passionately he declared how much he loved Cherry, and how this was the happiest day of his life as a father. .
The daughter he had helped create, the daughter he had raised into a lovely little lady, had given herself to her devoted daddy.
What bliss!
Now they were really a family, a family of incest. This was only the beginning, of course. Cherry would eventually be brought into all their games of lust.
Dad pulled out of her. His cock was red, and still quite thick. Semen spilled on her pussy lips as his penis came free of them.
Cherry was embraced by three pairs of arms-Dad's, Mom's, and Kate's.
The girl was squeezed and hugged and covered with kisses. She was sore between her legs but that didn't matter, for the deed was done.
Her maidenhead was no more. She was open to pleasure, open to the strong stiff penis of the father who was also her lover.
Cherry's pink-lipped laughing mouth was kissed in turn by each of the three adults. The girl could tell from those kisses that lust was rising once more in all of them, lust which must be satisfied family style.
And now she was a part of the group! The threesome was now a quartet, with tender teenage Cherry the newest recruit to the ranks of lovers.
