Chapter 4
Marsha peddled leisurely, the bicycle seat between her legs a constant reminder of her femaleness as her cunt sat snugly with the seat tongue insinuated between her thighs. She couldn't seem to get last night off her mind. From a rather disappointing beginning it had turned into one of the most thrilling experiences of her life, and she had to admit that she was hooked on sex now. And why not? Weren't most people hooked on the pleasures of fucking? She felt sorry for those people who were still caught up in old attitudes.
About her the real estate grew in value. Homes became more spacious, more individual than the repetitious styles of housing projects. Yards grew larger, lined with trees and shrubs. She was entering the neighborhood of the wealthier members of the town, and it showed.
She passed by two boys, younger than she was, and got a wolf whistle as she peddled by.
"Wish 1 was that bicycle seat," she heard one of them say, loud enough for her benefit.
"Bet she could use a vibrator in that seat!" the other almost shouted.
She smiled. That wasn't a bad idea. She stood on the pedals, and leaned forward to peddle more efficiently. That made her ass stand out for the eyes she knew were following her.
The heat bore down on her unmercifully and she was glad when she turned into the spacious, snakelike drive of the Bennett's. She wound her way up the divided drive, past the flowers that grew in the median strip, and stopped in front of the colonnaded two-story house. It was a massive retreat to Colonial architecture, symbolic of the wealth the Bennett's possessed. She thought it the most exquisite of all the homes in town.
She put down the kickstand and left the bicycle in front of the house. Wiping her brow from sweat, she walked through a shrub-lined pathway, carefully manicured by a gardener, on towards the back where the swimming pool was situated.
Her tits had left dark circles of sweat on the green halter, little saucers that had spread out from her nipples.
Elisabeth was in the swimming pool when Marsha entered the yard through the wrought-iron gate. She swam languidly across the egg-shaped pool and pulled herself from its watery confines as she spied Marsha.
"Hey. I'm glad you could come." She toweled dry, patting the clinging drops from her deeply tanned skin. Elisabeth was a slender girl, and exceptionally tall, almost half a foot taller than Marsha, even though they were the same age. She was the star forward on the girls' basketball team at the school, but she was lovely enough to escape any possible typecasting. Elisabeth's tresses were long and dark, though they were plastered to her head and gathered at the back in a pony tail while she swam.
Marsha plopped down in a lounge chair.
"It's awfully hot. How's the water, Elisabeth?" "Just great. You ought to take a dip."
Marsha shrugged ruefully. "I didn't bring my suit."
"That's no problem. Take one of the guest suits in the dressing room over there." Elisabeth pointed to the brick structure her father had built just for the myriad guests he often had over for parties and such. It was stylish, exactly what one would expect from the wealthiest man in town.
The water certainly looked inviting. Giving in to the impulse, Marsha stood. "Well, thanks. I'll do that."
She strode across the concrete decking and went into the women's dressing chamber. After carefully looking over the freshly laundered array of swimsuits, she chose a light-blue bikini that looked as though it might fit her and slipped out of her soaked halter and hot-pants.
"Oh, excuse me."
Marsha turned to find herself staring into the green eyes of a lusciously built redhead, dressed in a brilliant red bikini that revealed her ample endowments. Marsha had never seen her before.
"Hello," Marsha said, and slipped her legs into the suit bottoms. She pulled it over her hips. The girl's eyes never left her, watching her every movement intently. Marsha tried to ignore the staring eyes, and blamed her uneasiness on herself, despite the fact that she didn't really feel embarrassed. There was just something in those eyes that disturbed her. She slipped her tits into the halter like top of the swimsuit, and then looked up, her eyes even with the redhead's.
"My name's Vicki. I'm Elisabeth's cousin." "I'm Marsha, just a friend."
The eyes roamed over her. "You sure have a beautiful body, Marsha." There was no mock-appreciative tone, but a genuine expression of admiration. It sounded so strange coming from a woman.
"Well, thanks. I'd say the same about you, Vicki." It was true. Vicki had a pleasant appearance, and was full-breasted. Perhaps her thighs bore a little extra weight, but it was not repulsively excessive.
"I'm not in your league," she murmured, her hands starting for Marsha's tit. Then, seeming to remember where she was, she withdrew her hand before she had made contact.
Marsha was surprised that she was disappointed. She had seen the intent of Vicki's hand, and now wished the lovely redhead had gone ahead and touched her titties.
"We'd better go outside," Vicki suggested. Marsha followed her out of the bathhouse and into the scorching rays of the sun. Elisabeth was relaxing in a lounge chair, her eyes encased in sun-glasses, smoking a cigarette.
"I see you two have met. I hope you've introduced yourselves."
Vicki said that they had.
"Vicki will be down for a week or so. We hope to have a lot of fun while she's here. Don't we, Vicki?"
The lovely redhead smiled knowingly, like the cat that had just eaten the canary. "I already have. I hope you'll join us on some of it."
"If it's a good time, then you can count me in," Marsha said. Elisabeth and Vicki exchanged an enigmatic glance whose veiled meaning aroused Marsha's curiosity. She didn't see anything at all odd about what she had said, and she wondered what the two cousins had read into it. Maybe she'd find out before long.
"Mother and Dad have gone to the club, Marsha," explained Elisabeth, taking off her sunglasses and chewing on the end of one of the stems. "All the servants have been given the day off. My parents took all their finery with them, and I don't expect them back till after the dance tonight. You know Mother's a hostess, and Dad's giving a speech at the dinner before the big shindig. We've got the run of the place, so feel free to do anything you want. Be just as uninhibited as you please."
Vicki laughed a deep throaty laugh. Marsha found it exciting. There was an aura of mystery about this girl, an alien-ness that aroused Marsha. She couldn't quite understand Vicki's drawing power.
"I'm getting warm," said the redhead, and winked at Elisabeth. "Let's take a swim."
"Okay," agreed Marsha.
"You two go ahead. I'll stay here and work on my tan."
Vicki and Marsha sprinted across the deck and plunged into the cool water. Marsha pulled strongly underneath the water, and then burst to the surface near the restraining rope where the water was only about four feet deep. She parted her hair that had clung to her forehead and covered her eyes, and tucked it neatly behind her ears. She couldn't see Vicki anywhere. But even as her eyes flicked over the water, she felt her. From behind she came, her hand slipping between Marsha's legs and tugging at her crotch. Marsha was startled by a finger inserted into her snatch for a brief moment. Then it was gone and the water exploded behind her as Vicki whooshed to the surface, gasping for air.
"I hope . . . you're not angry . . . about what I did," said Vicki, her tits rising and falling as she sucked air into her lungs. "But it looked so . . . inviting I just couldn't resist."
"Well, it did kind of startle me. But I don't really mind. That won't be the first finger inside me, or the last."
Vicki giggled. "I hope not. Later, maybe we can try that for a longer time. And a few things else that I find exciting."
Marsha wasn't sure she was reading the innuendos right. Vicki was suggesting a woman to woman sexual relationship-lesbianism. Marsha wasn't sure the idea intrigued her as much as it obviously did Vicki, but she decided to think about it. After all, one didn't have to go all out for that sort of thing, just as she had no intention of making Robbie her only male lover. Making love with another woman was as much a taboo as fucking your brother, and maybe as ridiculous a stricture as that had been.
"Maybe," was all she answered.
They swam for a while longer, though no other episode like that first one occurred.
Both of them finally decided to give up the swimming for a bit, and by mutual consent climbed out of the pool. Elisabeth had turned the chaise lounge away from them and all they could see was the top of her head and one elbow dangling at the side as they approached, toweling them dry.
As they rounded the chaise to face Elisabeth, Marsha was stunned by what met her eyes. Elisabeth lay in all her naked glory, her nipples almost black on her tanned boobs, the dark muff between her legs losing some of its contrast by the brownness of her skin. There was no whiteness anywhere on her body.
Elisabeth looked up at their approach, and smiled lewdly at Marsha. "Do I shock you? Your eyes are about to jump out of their sockets." Vicki, too, was paying close attention to Marsha's response.
"Both of you are making it a habit of surprising me. I'm not sure what to expect any longer."
Elisabeth wrinkled her nose and drew back her shoulders so that her tits were pushed forward. They certainly looked tempting to Marsha, but she just ogled them in silence, feeling an itch beginning to develop in her cunt that she needed to scratch. Or maybe let Vicki scratch since she was the one who had gotten it started with her underwater poking.
"Sit down," Elisabeth purred. "Vicki, would you mind putting some suntan lotion on me?"
Now Vicki's eyes devoured Elisabeth's body.
"Of course not, dear. I'll be more than glad to."
"I thought you might. The Coppertone's in the kitchen. Be careful and don't track in too much water."
Elisabeth watched Vicki pad out of earshot and turned to Marsha.
"Do you find me attractive?" she asked coyly.
"Yes. You've got nice titties and a good figure. But the most striking thing is your tan. It makes you, well, just scrumptious."
"Good enough to eat."
Marsha felt her piercing eyes upon her. "Yes, good enough to eat."
Elisabeth reached out and touched Marsha's right tit. She massaged it gently, taking the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Then she slipped the strap over her shoulders and down until the boob was free. She continued her massaging until the nipple was a spiked point.
"Do you like that?"
"Um, yes!" gasped Marsha as the finger circled the flesh of her tit, sending a tingling response of pleasure through her cunt.
"Why don't you take off your suit and be comfortable?" suggested Elisabeth, her exciting finger retreating to her own erect nipples. "Vicki and I want to show you something. If you see something you like, or want to try something, just jump right in. Before we start, though, I just want to say that both of us like men. It's just that we like to expand our pleasures as much as possible, and this is just one way." She inclined her head and, taking Marsha's head in her hands, kissed her tenderly on the lips. "And also we both like you. Very much."
Marsha, warmed by the brush of female lips across hers, peeled off her bathing suit. She was not surprised when Vicki returned in the buff with the suntan lotion. The redhead grinned broadly as she saw that Marsha was naked.
"I said you were beautiful, but I didn't know how much." She knelt beside Elisabeth's prone figure, and began to spread the lotion over her back, and Marsha was sad because Elisabeth's delightful body was now hidden by her position. Only her ass cheeks were still visible to her, and she noted with pleasure that Vicki had worked rapidly to get to them and was now massaging them fiercely. She watched in amazement as the redhead kneaded the squirming ass, and wished that it was she who was being massaged like that.
Elisabeth flipped over, and Vicki went to work on her jutting jugs. Then suddenly the pretense of the suntan lotion was gone, and Vicki dived onto the thrusting nipple of one eager tit, locking her lips to it in a passionate kiss. She sucked it furiously, and Elisabeth's ass began to churn faster as Vicki slipped a finger into her slick pussy. She jabbed her cunt with savage thrusts until Elisabeth cried out shrilly.
What she was sure of was that she was getting horny as hell herself. Already she had matched the massaging of Elisabeth's tits with her own squeezing of her boobs, and had even slipped a finger into her puffy slit, but she didn't relish the position of spectator. She would rather be a participant in the frantic finger-fucking Vicki was giving Elisabeth, and wished they could swap places.
Elisabeth, her eyes glazed with lust, lolled her head towards Marsha. "Join us if ... oh, yes, get on top of me, Vicki darling . . . if you want to."
Vicki had climbed between her writhing legs and began to hunch, the two cunt mounds clinging together for a few brief moments. Vicki rocked back and forth, humping Elisabeth like a man. Marsha was rubbing her own clit furiously with stiffened fingers. She would have gotten up then and helped them if she hadn't been so near a climax. She spasmed her way through a cunt-grabbing orgasm and then, still not completely satisfied and burning with hominess, moved beside Elisabeth and kissed her longingly. She felt Elisabeth's tongue at her teeth and opened wide to its probe, letting the hot tip of it explore her mouth until she felt the fever rising higher in her cunt again.
She noticed that Vicki had already slipped her head between Elisabeth's long legs, and locked her mouth to the tender and succulent slit, beginning to greedily probe the drooling cunt hole. Elisabeth's kiss answered Vicki's reaming tongue-fucking through the medium of Marsha, until Marsha locked her own tongue in a frantic embrace to Elisabeth's. When the climax came, Elisabeth's mouth devoured her completely and then released her to let out a long pent-up scream of ecstasy.
But Vicki was far from being through with her talented tongue. Even as she felt the end near for Elisabeth, her eyes had zeroed in on Marsha's glittering cunt circled by the wheat-colored pussy curls. When Elisabeth relaxed as the tension of orgasm left her, Vicki was upon Marsha before she had gotten her bearings, Marsha sprawled back-wards on the grass beside the pool decking, felt Vicki's head forcing open her thighs, and did not protest in the least. She had gotten hot and bothered from Elisabeth's hungry kisses, and when her lust-puckered pussy was attacked by tongue and lips, she involuntarily shoved her crotch up to Vicki's face.
"Oh, God! Suck it! Suck my cunt! Yesss!"
The red-headed girl gripped her ass and buried her mouth in Marsha's gushing box. As the lips and tongue worked on her clit, Marsha began to rise and fall with the rhythm of the passionate sucking. She gripped Vicki's head and tried to pull her even deeper into her cunt hole. It did not take long for a series of exciting orgasms to grip her in answer to the furious licking and nibbling at her cunt, and she bucked her way through them in frenzy.
"For God's sake, somebody help me get my rocks off!" moaned Vicki, writhing wildly in the throes of passion. Elisabeth rested and ready from watching the other two girls in action, was on her at once, aroused by Vicki's expert cunt-lapping of Marsha.
Elisabeth lapped and sucked her dribbling snatch until Vicki began to moan raggedly, pulling her tits with savage force. Marsha, overcoming the weakening power of her own incredible climax, began to lick Vicki's belly, her tongue flicking across the shivering abdomen like a hungry snake, laving it with saliva.
"Both of you eat me some," groaned Vicki.
Marsha was excited by the request. It gave her great joy to dish out pleasure to another person, and the fact that she was having sex with a woman did not seem any longer a serious fact to consider. So she did not protest. She wanted to taste the juicy twat of these girls, and as Elisabeth withdrew her head and went to Vicki's spiked tits; she dropped to the girl's gaping cunt hole. She spread the cunt-lips apart with her fingers, spied the jutting clit and placed her mouth to the puffy red slit. She found the clit with her tongue and rolled its tip across the inflamed pleasure button. It was nothing more than a tiny prick and she sucked and lapped it until Vicki shuddered and expelled a squeal of intense joy.
Marsha and Elisabeth looked at each other. Marsha could read the rekindled lust in the other's eyes, and knew that hers must reflect the same thing. Both of them had become horny again, and said so to each other.
Vicki smiled wanly. "Listen, why don't we do it this way?"
She explained that she would eat Marsha's box, Marsha could eat Elisabeth's sweet pussy, and Elisabeth could complete the triangle by lapping Vicki's cunt.
"That way it'll be a cunt-sucking triangle of pleasure. Agreeable to you two?" The other girls, hot with fevered passion, agreed and assumed the suggested positions.
Marsha had never known that a woman could give her pleasure like she was experiencing now. It was amazing how little she really understood about sex. But as Vicki's greedy tongue probed into her steaming cunt, she decided that philosophizing about it would bear very little fruit and that the best thing she could do was to give Elisabeth the same exciting sensations that Vicki was giving her. She concentrated what energy she could spare on Elisabeth's still wet pussy.
The long-legged brunette had a pungent odor to her snatch, but Marsha breathed deeply of it and fastened her lips on the stiff clit. It was really an unusual situation. Here the three of them lay; open to the sky and air and earth, heads buried in each other's cunts. What if someone came up? Marsha guessed that that was one of the things that made the Triangle of Twat Tasting such an incredibly exciting combination. Each girl sucked pussy with wild abandon, giving as good as she got, until they had all climaxed and lay spent on the grass, their bodies glistening with sweat.
Elisabeth finally sat up, breathing a deep sigh of satisfaction.
How was it?" she asked, directing her query toward Marsha.
Marsha's breathing had slowed some, and she felt warm and satisfied, basking in the sense of well-being having her cunt lapped had given her.
I have to be honest and say I really enjoyed it. I'm sorry if I spoiled it with my inexperience, but it was a first for me."
Vicki hugged her knees to her tits and shivered, despite the heat of the sun bearing down on them. "You made up for inexperience with enthusiasm."
How long have you two been going down on each other?"
About three years." Elisabeth answered. "We got started on summer holidays, and we do it whenever we're together."
"Yeah. The rest of the time we let our boyfriends do the cunt-lapping. Right, Elisabeth?"
The brunette stretched, pulling her tits flatter on her slender ribcage. "You bet. Like I said at the beginning, we go both ways. We like our bread buttered on both sides."
Marsha nodded understandingly. She felt the same way now. She liked a man's cock in her cunt too much to give herself wholeheartedly to letting a woman suck her off, but it provided a thrilling sidelight to her sexual enjoyment.
"I see your viewpoint, and I agree. I'm really glad I came today."
"So are we," the others chimed simultaneously. They all broke into laughter at that.
"Listen, I've got to go to the store for a few things," said Elisabeth, standing and looking around for her discarded swimsuit. She found it and began slipping into it. "Vicki, take Marsha upstairs and give her a real treat with a little different twist this time. How about that, Marsha? Will you stay till I get back?"
"Please do," implored Vicki. "I've got another sex thing I think you'll really like."
Marsha grinned. What else could they spring on her? She was curious, and had to find out.
"Well, since you put it that way, I guess so. But first I have to call someone; a boyfriend of mine that I haven't been treating right. I think maybe it's time I showed him a friendlier side of me."
"The friendliest side a girl can show a man is on her back with her legs spread wide," offered Vicki.
"I know. And I can be very friendly."
"Sure. Make yourself at home." Elisabeth left them standing naked in the sun.
"Come on, Marsha," said Vicki, touching her arm after they had watched Elisabeth slink away. "My equipment's upstairs."
Marsha raised her eyebrows. Equipment? She wondered what its exact nature could be.
Well, there was one surefire way to find out.
She grabbed her swimsuit and followed Vicki into the house.