Chapter 15
Greg looked down at himself. Yes, his crotch was stained and there was no way he could hide it. He looked up in time to see the two women coming to him. They came in close where he stood at the door.
"Poor baby," Diana murmured and she plucked daintily at his pants, trying to pull them away from his thighs.
He stared at the two naked bodies. Was he living one of his erotic dreams? Two women, both bare-assed, both looking at him as though he were something in a candy store window.
He leaned against the door as Karen said, "Here, I know what our baby needs."
She plucked at his belt, got it open and then Diana's delicate fingers pulled at his zipper. It slid down at once and his prick, still hard, came lancing out to point at them like the barrel of a pistol.
"Golly," Diana purred. The young girl began to unbutton his shirt and she tugged it from his pants. Then she was slipping it over his shoulders and tossing it to one side. He noticed a soggy spot on the tail of the shirt. He'd really given himself a pretty good ride-just from watching.
Karen was pulling at his pants and they began to slip down over his hips and thighs. His soggy shorts came with the pants and everything fell heavily to the floor. Diana knelt and began tugging at his shoes. It was terribly exciting to see the young girl kneeling at his feet that way. He bit his hp as his prick assumed full hardness all over again.
His shoes were tossed out of the way, and the women helped him keep his balance as he lifted one leg and then the other from his clothing. Diana swept it all out of the way.
They stared at one another for a moment or two. All naked, all shaking in their excitement, all eager to continue with their fun. Then Diana was looking at Karen, her eyes raised in a silent question.
"You go ahead, honey," Karen purred, touching her little playmate on the elbow. "You've earned our full hospitality. You all have."
Greg stood like a statue as Diana ran her hands up around his shoulders. She linked her fingers behind his neck and pulled herself tightly against him. He could feel his prick rake across her belly and protrude to one side as she bent it at right angles.
Again she was swishing her hips, much as she had done with Karen. The Idd was an expert, taught by an expert-her mother. She moved her slim hips slowly back and forth as she smiled up into his face. Then, with her lips open, she kissed him on the mouth. Her tongue came out to shoot into his mouth where it swished around with wild abandon.
Greg lifted his face to catch his breath, and then he felt hands on his cock. They were closing over the knob. He saw it was Karen, for Diana was still holding her hands up around his neck.
As Diana swished, Karen stroked, until Greg felt his rebuilding supply of sperm begin to bubble and then boil. "Take it easy. I'm almost home," he muttered.
"You are home, darling," Karen purred as she sank her teeth into his naked shoulder. "This is our home and I have a feeling we're going to be doing a lot of entertaining here from now on. The Taylors, somebody from the office perhaps, then the Taylors again, then somebody else from the office.. . "
Diana giggled as she turned her head. "You sure serve good food over here, Mrs. Eastman."
"We aim to please," Karen said as she matched the younger girl's giggle.
Greg could only blow out his cheeks as they tugged him away from the door. Then they were leading him to the couch where they sat him down heavily. Before he'd stopped bouncing Diana was swarming over him. She was up on the couch, on her knees, ramming them into his side as she leaned over his head. She cradled the head like it was a football as she began to French him all over again.
When he put his hands up to fend her off long enough for him to catch his breath, he felt Karen diving into his crotch. She had seized his prick once again, pressing it up against his stomach. Then she rummaged underneath it until she'd found his balls.
He gasped as he felt her warm breath on his crotch, going under his cock and then full into his hairs. He felt the hairs move and then lips fastening themselves on his sack. Karen was nibbling on them, worming the loose folds of skin about between her teeth.
He almost cried out, but he didn't want to bring any unwelcome neighbors on the run. Instead he gasped a few breaths of precious air and then let his women continue their game.
Diana moved her rubbling lips to a hundred places: his face, his ears, his neck, his throat, down across his chest to his nipples. She didn't miss a square inch of exposed flesh. She worked down to where her head ran into Karen's and the two women looked up and giggled at one another.
Greg was happy for the brief respite, but they were right back at him all over again. Karen was rummaging in his crotch with her hands and then her face. Diana was worming under him until she was able to reach his bottom. He lifted himself and in a split second she had a finger stuck up his bung.
He gasped as she hooked another finger up inside him and then another. As much to escape her maddening massage as anything else, he lifted himself from the couch by pressing down with both hands. As he did so Karen increased her attack on his crotch. They had him cornered.
He gasped as the hard-working pair struggled to take every inch of his body into their mouths or their hands at the same time. At last he could hold back no longer.
Tm going to come," he rasped. "You have been given fair warning!"
Diana and Karen looked at each other. Then they agreed to share. Each knelt in front of him, their heads pressed together as they peered into his crotch like two birds on a branch. His prick was huge and waving back and forth.
Diana tentatively stroked it with a single finger, working very slowly, but it was enough to set off his hair trigger. He began to come in great milky globs. The first hit Karen in the left cheek and rolled down to the corner of her mouth where she licked at it
He shifted and his second spurt struck Diana full on the nose and it too, ran heavily down to her mouth where she licked and drew in her breath to capture more. They were like two kids in an exploding ice cream sundae factory.
Greg came again, each time shifting his aim, and soon he was hitting each woman fully in the mouth. He shot time after time until his strength waned, and then he lost his prick power. He fell back on the couch, his head tilted far back so that his fluttering eyes stared up at the ceiling.
The two women slumped over him and it was Diana who spoke first. "God! Some kind of man!"
"Thank you," Karen purred, her voice filled with pride. She was making it known that, ultimately, Greg belonged to her first and foremost
He smiled at the ceiling because it was good news. He wanted to belong to her...
He leaned over her as she sat at the kitchen table, and his hands slipped inside the neckline of her low-cut dress. "Honey..
"Keep quiet," he commanded, and he kept shoving his hands deeper until he had managed to cup her breasts. He lifted them and they came bobbing out over the top of her bodice. They were as gorgeous as ever, white, heavy, tipped with twin cherries. Karen was the perfect woman.
"But I don't know if I can make it again. I'm getting sore down around my pussy, you know? I don't think I have enough strength to go the route."
Greg chuckled. "Just one more time."
"Well.. . "
"Tell you what. We'll go next door and take another lesson from the Amazon and her two miracle children. Surely they have a few more tricks up their sleeves they haven't told us about."
She brightened at that. "All right. I think we're very close to graduation, but they might be able to give us a few postgraduate seminars."
He shoved his thumbs into her nipples until she slapped his hands away. "If you're going to keep doing that we'll never get over there."
Greg sighed. "All right, let's go."
Karen wiggled her breasts back inside the bodice-she wore no bra, of course-never did anymore, and then she got up. She turned to him and they kissed, his hands cupping the cheeks of her bottom as their lips clung.
They marched to the door and as they walked he kept sticking his thumb along the crack of her bottom.
"Honey" she repeated time after time as she looked back over her shoulder. "You're an animal these days."
"And you love it."
They went outside and along the corridor to the door of 5-B where Greg lifted his hand to knock. He saw the note just before he was going to tap. They pulled it from where it was tucked behind the knob and, unfolding it, they squinted at the scrawled message:
Eastmans-If it's you, come on inside. The door's unlocked. All others keep away.-Sigrid Taylor.
They looked at one another and then Greg tried the door. It was indeed unlocked and opened easily. He opened it all the way and stepped aside so that Karen could slip past him. As she did so he goosed her one more time and she reached back to slap at his hand. They called out, but there was no answer. Then they saw the second note on the coffee table. They went to it at once and read it
Karen and Greg-We've decided that it's time you two had some time alone together. Use the lessons we've taught you and we'll be back in a few days to find out whether or not you were good students. Feel free to use our little family gym. It's always worked well for us.-Sigrid and the Kids.
Karen looked up into his face and he smiled down at her. "It's plain what they want. They want us to totally switch on to each other. They want to make sure we don't get more hooked on them than we do to one another." He nodded, his gaze far away. "That Sigrid is a pretty damned special broad."
Karen had to agree. "They're all special. Imagine, being such nice people at the same time that they're so totally switched on to sex. Usually the two don't go together."
He raised an eyebrow. "That's your Victorianism talking. You don't really know, do you?"
Karen giggled as she snuggled against him, shaking her head. "No, except that we're another exception. We're nice people and we're crazy about sex...with each other or with anybody who thinks he can keep up with us."
"Stop talking. The Taylors left their orders. We're supposed to have a good time alone...together."
"What they don't realize is that we have been having fun," Karen continued, "since that first weekend they began to teach us."
"Kindly shut up and deal."
She followed orders, opening his shirt and then his pants. Her hands dipped inside to haul out his prick. It was limp for several seconds but as her fingers worked their magic it at once tightened up.
He had her skirt dropping to her knees seconds later and his hands went straight to her panty-less crotch. She gasped as he parted the hairs and headed up her slick canal of passion.
"Oh...darling."
"I'm the best."
"Of course you are...and as for me?"
"You, too. The super best. We're a family team first." Greg laughed deeply in his throat. "But people like the Taylors will always be welcome in our little nest"
"Oh, yes!"