Chapter 4
Susan slept soundly and comfortably, exhausted by the long drive of the day before and spent by the expenditure of energy which sexual fulfillment entailed. She awoke with the first rays of sunlight in the morning, drifting slowly up from a dream in which she was eating oysters. Even as the dream faded away, the girl thought it rather strange for, although fond of oysters, she'd never dreamed of them before. She couldn't remember where she was, at first, or what strange, warm pillow cushioned her head.
She opened one eye.
She blinked.
Why, it looked like a leg, she thought, knowing how absurd that was.
She drew her head back slightly, staring sleepily before her and expecting the mystery to be cleared up by discovering that the pillows or sheets had got twisted somehow, but the girl was surprised to find it looked even more like a leg and, even more incredibly, the leg seemed to terminate at a crotch.
Susan frowned, perplexed.
The only thing she could imagine was that somehow she had got coiled around in the night, tossing in her dreams, so that her head was resting against her own leg. But that hardly seemed likely. Furthermore, as her sleepy haze drifted away, she realized that the crotch before her face didn't resemble her own pussy. The hair, for one thing, was the wrong color.
That thick bush was flaming-red.
As red as her friend, Brenda, for instance.
Then she remembered...
Oh dear, thought Susan. We were awful naughty last night Whatever possessed me to do such terrible things? I guess it was because I got so hot watching Mom and Dad with the Claymores, but golly! How can I ever face Brenda this morning? She thought about that, and was rather pleasantly surprised to find that she wasn't really too ashamed or guilt-ridden. After all, Brenda was just as much to blame as I was. More, really. So I don't have to feel any worse than she does, and somehow I can't see Brenda feeling guilty.
That made her feel much better.
Gazing at Brenda's cunt, she giggled, realizing why she'd- been dreaming about oysters. It did taste like oysters, sort of, better even.
Remembering how delicious it was, the girl pushed her tongue out and took a tentative lap at Brenda's pussy.
"Ooooh, good morning," Brenda said, stirring.
The sunlight gleamed on her uplifted thigh and turned her bush to golden glory. Susan was delighted to find that her pussy looked even more succulent by daylight than it did by electric light, and she took another slurp at the moist crack.
"Oh, don't!" Brenda squealed.
Susan gulped.
"Are you ashamed of what we did?" she asked.
"Of course not. But let's not start in again this morning. I mean, we just did that last night because we didn't have anything better. We got lots more things we can do today, so I don't want to get all tired out before we even get out of bed."
"Gee, I don't know... "
Brenda drew away and sat up. Susan continued to eye her bushy snatch hungrily.
"I don't know if I want to do anything else," Susan said. "I mean, I'm not sure if I want to lose my cherry or anything. Sucking cunt doesn't seem so terrible, but I. guess that's because I've already tried it and things never seem so wicked once you've done them the first time, you know?"
"Oh, sure," Brenda agreed. "But gosh, Suzy... you don't want to turn into a Lesbian, do you? I mean, eating a pussy is great fun, but if that's all you do, that means you're a dyke."
"Oh dear!" Susan wailed.
"So you really better try it with a man, too, so you don't become a pervert."
Susan saw the truth of that.
She saw that she simply had to let Brenda show her more interesting things and, realizing she had no choice in the matter- that it was simply a case of the lesser evil-she felt much better about it.
"Can I do things without losing my cherry?" she asked.
"Sure. If you got the will power."
"I'll... try."
"We can always gobble each other again, tonight," Brenda promised. "A girl isn't a Lesbian when she only does it because there's nothing else to do."
Susan understood.
But she still found herself gazing greedily at Brenda's cunt, and figured it was going to be a long day. The girls dressed and went downstairs. Their parents were still in bed and Brenda made some coffee which they drank at the kitchen table. Presently they heard rustling noises from upstairs, and they giggled and winked at each other, knowing that their folks were sneaking back to their proper rooms after a night of musical beds. The Claymores came down first, followed a few minutes later by the Marlowes. Everyone looked happy and rather tired.
"Have a good sleep?" Jessica asked.
"Oh, yes," Brenda said. "Did you?"
Jessica looked sharply at her daughter. Sam also looked at the girl, his face speculative and slightly amused. Brenda looked innocent.
"What have you planned for the day?" Jessica asked.
"Oh, I thought I'd show Suzy around the place."
"Will you be back for lunch?" Brenda shrugged. "We don't want to disturb you," she said. Jessica frowned.
"I mean, you folks must have a lot to talk about and all, and you won't want us kids running around the house," Brenda explained sweetly.
"How considerate," said Jessica.
Brenda jumped up. "C'mon, Suzy. I'll show you my pony."
Susan followed her out the kitchen door.
"I wonder how much she knows?" Jessica mused.
"Oh, it would be awful if she'd guessed," Claire said. "Not so bad," said Sam.
"Why, Sam! Your own daughter!"
"I've got an idea that little Brenda is rather sexually precocious," he said, shrugging. "Anyway, it would be hypocritical of me to want my daughter to be chaste."
"Well, I certainly wouldn't want Susan to know."
Sam and Jack exchanged glances. Then Sam walked over to the window and looked out. He saw the two young girls walking down toward the stables. He grinned, watching their nubile asses swing as they moved. They were walking hand in hand, bouncing along. Brenda was wearing white shorts and a tight red jersey. Susan was wearing a cotton dress which flowed loosely around her, making contact only in the most interesting places, shifting and clinging caressingly to her fine young ass. Sam couldn't help but get ideas.
He turned around. "They won't be back for a while," he said. His eyebrows arched and he grinned.
"Don't you ever get enough, Sam?" Claire asked.
"Nope. Do you?"
"Well, no," she admitted.
Sam moved toward her, the front of his trousers beginning to swell. Claire shot a glance at her husband and Jack grinned at her. She shrugged. Moving her chair back from the table, she spread her legs and drew her skirt up. She hadn't bothered to put any underwear on. Sam knelt down between her thighs and hauled his cock out. He pumped it several times and then fitted it to her hairy cunt. Claire thrust her belly up, then down, and his joint slipped easily into her oiled pussy. They began fucking steadily, rocking the chair back against the edge of the table under the corkscrewing power of his lunges.
"Shall we?" Jack asked Jessica.
She smiled wickedly. "Before breakfast?" she asked.
"It will work up an appetite."
"But I'm already starving," she said.
"You'd better eat, then," he said, wondering if he were destined for frustration.
"Yes, I'd better. Let's see... I think I'll have a nice thick bun first, and then maybe some juice... "
Jack gulped.
Jessica knelt down beside his chair. She licked her lips. Jack waited, holding his breath. She opened his fly and reached in, drawing his cock out. As soon as her fingers closed around it, that formidable breakfast fare loomed upward and began to throb. She eyed him hungrily, grinning with evil intent. Then, giggling, she began buttering the head of the cock. Using the butter knife, she carefully spread the smooth yellow paste all over his flaring, purple knob. When the head was well covered, she used her thumb to work the oily substance into the hot flesh.
"It looks tasty," she murmured.
Jack groaned and his cock stood up like a quivering crowbar.
Still the oversexed woman delayed, knowing that proper preparation was essential to a feast.
She spread jam up and down his shaft and worked the jam in with the butter, until his whole cock was streaked with succulent spreads. Only then did she lower her head and begin lapping at his hot meat. Her tongue curled and coiled around the bulging knob, lashed up and down the shaft, fluttered against his bloated scrotum. Then her lips pursed against the tip and slowly parted, taking the flaring wedge into her mouth.
"Mumph-h-h," she said.
Her head began to rise and fall on his stalk, running the knob deeply into her throat while her tongue and pursed lips gathered up the butter and jam. His cock grew fatter with every suck, until it was a great throbbing slab of meat, as hard as rock.
Jack arched his back and snorted.
Jessica's red maned head flew up and down.
Then he cried out in ecstasy and his surging prick filled her greedy mouth with a wash of freshly squeezed juice, completing her breakfast.
Daintily wiping her lips on a napkin, Jessica said, "Oh dear, I've been a negligent hostess, I'm afraid. I shouldn't have eaten before my guests."
"I am hungry," Jack admitted.
Jessica sat on the table and reached for the honeypot. She spread the amber nectar thickly onto her crotch, then leaned back, belly thrusting forward, so that her houseguest could feed on her cunt. Jack buried his face between her slick thighs and began voraciously wolfing down the honey from her steaming pussy. His tongue lashed her wildly and it took only a few moments before Jessica was on the boil and, hot as fresh coffee, her juices were added to the delicacies spread before him.
"Best breakfast I ever had," he said.
"I hope you two saved some for us," said Sam, who by this time had shot his wad up Claire's twat and found that his exertions had left him ravenous.
"Oh, there's always plenty of left-overs," Jessica told him, swiveling on her ass toward him.
Sam fell upon her well-chewed pussy and began gulping down the remains of the feast. He was standing, bent over, his head buried between his wife's thighs and his ass poised in the air, his feet spread wide on the floor. He seemed to be enjoying his meal so much that Claire began to feel slighted. But she had sense enough to realize that this was a self-service affair, and she knelt down behind Sam and began tonguing his balls. Her ass wiggled from side to side like a bitch dog wagging her tail as she savored a bone.
Jack got hungry all over again, and he stretched out belly-down on the floor behind Claire. He began sucking her juicy cunt, completing the chain, tonguing and mouthing her well-fucked cunt with zest.
Linked together in a line, the two couples made a really fine gathering at this savory banquet. The Mariowes were very happy they'd come here for the weekend. There was nothing, they knew, as wholesome as good country fare...