Chapter 5
The next day, Laura again stretched out to sunbathe by the pool. After two drinks, she found herself able to request an oiling by her maid. Repressing a smile of satisfaction, Karen had covered her palms with oil. Then, as she knelt down, Laura abruptly rolled over onto her back in a last minute decision that did not give her an opportunity to talk herself out of it.
Sipping her drink, the woman had trembled as her servant's expert hands had massaged the oil into her warm flesh, and she had mumbled agreement when asked if she planned to remove her top. She had brought out a jar of cold cream, and Karen's fingers had worked it into the wide pegs of the woman's nipples after oiling the large tits. Laura's eyes had lidded, and her breath had become ragged.
"And the bottoms, ma'am?" Karen had asked as she kneaded the dusky tan nubs.
"I-I...." Laura had begun in a hoarse whisper, but she had been unable to go that far.
From the kitchen door, Ben had watched them without being seen. His cock hard, he had watched Karen coat his mother's naked flesh, and had been disappointed when she had not let Karen remove the bottoms.
Now Laura stood in her large bathroom. Tipsy, she had been helped there by Karen, who was now filling the tub for her.
Karen knelt by the tub as she added scents to the warm water, and Laura watched the way the short skirt bobbed at the base of Karen's lush fanny.
"There we are," Karen smiled as she turned from the waist to look up at Laura, and the woman stared down at her with eyes made glassy by both liquor and unadmitted desire.
"Would you ... help me?" Laura asked in a just audible voice.
"Of course, ma'am," Karen nodded, and she turned on her knees to face Laura. "We'll just get these, and...." she said as she reached out to slide the bikini bottoms off the woman's oiled hips.
Karen's face was right in front of Laura's wide bush, and she could detect the woman's scent. She slipped the bottoms down Laura's legs, and Laura rested one hand on her shoulder for balance as she raised one foot, and then the other. As she did so, she leaned forward off the balls of each foot, and she felt Karen's breath stir the honey-blond curlings of her muff. Her hand tightened atop Karen's silk-covered shoulder.
Karen touched her hands to Laura's full hips to balance the woman, and she slowly stood so that her body brushed against the woman's naked body. They stood toe to toe, and she looked into Laura's blue eyes. Laura tried to speak, but could not make herself voice her desires.
"Now, let's get you ... into the tub," Karen said, and she guided Laura to it.
She held Laura's hips as the woman stepped into the water, and she helped her sit down. Laura looked up at her, and it was clear that she wanted Karen to take the initiative in making love. Instead, Karen knelt down and began to soap a wash cloth.
Laura's eyes began to close as Karen moved the soapy cloth over her shoulders and down toward the firm globes of her tits. The big breasts rose and fell in the water as Karen slid the cloth over them and back and forth across the erect nipples.
"Oh, I'm getting my uniform wet," Karen said, and Laura parted her eyelids to see Karen's damp sleeve. "Would you mind terribly if I took it off?" Karen asked.
"N-no," Laura said with an eager tone, and her eyes opened fully as Karen stood up.
The sound of the zipper opening seemed very distinct to Laura's ears, and she watched her maid remove the uniform. Her eyes moved up the statuesque legs to Karen's tiny panties, and then up to the matching bra. Karen turned to hang the uniform on the door, and Laura watched the exquisite ass cheeks shift beneath the nylon.
Karen knelt back down, and she began to bathe Laura's belly. Laura's fanny shifted against the tub as Karen's hand moved to the top of her soaked muff. Her lips parted as Karen lifted her hand from the water. Resoaping the cloth, Karen raised up to sit on the edge of the tub, and Laura looked at the long legs as Karen stretched them out. There was a squeak as the top of one thigh turned against the tub, and Karen stretched out to lift one of Laura's feet from the water.
The contours of Karen's belly were accented as she washed Laura's shapely leg. The water splattered into the tub and against Karen's chest. Laura watched the bra grow transparent as Karen's hands moved up her thigh. The woman's hands gripped the side of the tub as the soft wash cloth moved nearer and nearer her cunt and ass. Karen let go of the leg, and it dropped back into the tub, which caused water" to splash up over Karen's hip and over the crotch of her panties. She lifted Laura's other leg, and the pink of the woman's slit winked from amidst the soft curlings of her muff.
Laura was murmuring with arousal as Karen's hands again approached her loins. Karen's underwear clung transparently to her breasts and cunny, and it looked as if they were merely untanned areas. Laura realized that Karen's tan was, in fact, uninterrupted.
Karen moved the cloth up alongside Laura's cunt and over the ringlets before stopping just short of her slit. Laura let out a little groan. Karen lifted one of the firm thighs and began to wash Laura's ass cheeks. Laura gasped as Karen worked the cloth between her buttocks and against her anus. Slowly, Karen worked the cloth upward to the base of Laura's ass, and she stopped just before touching the base of the woman's cunt. Laura's aristocratic features were strained with feverish desire. Her eyes moved along Karen's gorgeous legs to the transparency of her panties, and the ebony mound beneath them. She swallowed hard in an effort to force herself to speak.
"I-I...." Laura stammered, and Karen turned her clear emerald eyes to Laura's glazed eyes.
"Yes, is there something else I can do for you, ma'am?" Karen asked in a purring whisper.
Before Laura could again speak, there was a light knock at the door, and they looked toward it. Phyllis stepped into the room.
"You said I should remind you about the roast, Karen?" Phyllis said, and her voice slowed as she saw the transparency of Karen's underwear and saw her mother naked.
"Oh, thanks," Karen said as she stood up, and Laura looked at her with desperate longing. "Would you mind getting your mom's back and arms for her?" she asked, and placed the wash cloth in the girl's hand.
"Uh, sure," Phyllis said with a puzzled expression, and she and Laura watched Karen strip off the soaked bra and panties so that she could dry herself off.
Karen put her uniform back on and left the room with her underwear in her hand. Realizing that Karen was naked beneath the black silk, the mother and daughter stared at the door for a moment before Phyllis turned toward the tub. Thunder rumbled off in the distance.
"Y-your back?" Phyllis asked nervously as she looked down at her naked mother, and she realized how humid the weather had become.
"No, no that's alright," Laura mumbled, and she tried to stand.
Karen caught her arm as Laura almost fell.
"Need to dry off," Laura muttered as she leaned against the girl, and her tit rubbed against Phyllis's bare forearm as she stepped out of the tub. "I...." she began as she reached for the towel, but she dropped it, and her words trailed off.
Phyllis leaned down to lift the towel, and she began to move it over her mother's shoulders. Laura leaned against the wall, and her eyes began to close as her daughter moved the towel over her back and shoulders. Phyllis looked down at her mother's rich ass cheeks, and her breathing deepened as she debated. Bracing herself, she moved the towel over Laura's fanny, and Laura smiled at the sensations. Apparently forgetting who was drying her, Laura turned to lean her shoulders against the wall and presented the front of her lush, naked body to the girl.
Phyllis chewed the inside of her lip, and then she began to move the towel over her beautiful mother's body. She felt the firm weights of the tits shift beneath the press of the towel, and she started as Laura murmured with undisguised pleasure. Phyllis looked down as her hand moved down the woman's body, and she closed her eyes as she cupped the towel against Laura's hot cunt. Laura groaned, and her hips arched toward the girl, and her cunt twisted against her daughter's hand.
Phyllis pressed her free hand over her tits in an effort to ease the aching filling them, and the top button of her blouse came open. She stared at Laura's face, and the woman suddenly tensed. A ripple went through Laura's body as she came, and her hands reached out to grasp Phyllis's arms. She gasped as she reached her climax, and she sagged back against the wall.
Laura slid down against the wall till she sat on the floor, and Phyllis stared down at her naked body. Her slit was damp with her juices, and Phyllis could feel the wetness of her own slit. Unable to deal with the feelings of desire filling her, the girl turned and left the room.
After a few minutes, Laura's eyes opened, and she looked around. She frowned as she tried to remember exactly what had happened, and she pushed herself up to her feet so that she could go into her room. There, she stretched out on the bed, and fell asleep.
The thunder deepened throughout the afternoon, and the air grew heavy with humidity. In her room, Phyllis tried to understand her desire for Karen and the incident with her mother. When she awoke, Laura recalled what had happened, and she was astonished at her behavior. She wondered how she could face either Karen or Phyllis and look them in the eye after letting the maid bathe her, and after climaxing against her own daughter's hand.
At dusk, Ben stood at his window watching Phyllis get dressed for a date. She already had her panties on when she moved into his line of vision but was otherwise naked. As he rubbed his cock through his slacks he wondered if Phyllis and Ted were sleeping together, though he doubted it.
"Did L leave my dust mop in here?" Karen asked from behind him, and he whirled around to see her approaching him from the now-closed doorway.
"I, uh, haven't seen it," he mumbled as she looked past him and toward Phyllis's window.
"Oh, you can see into her room-as well as into mine," she said with a smile, and he looked at her with surprise as he wondered if she knew he had watched her.
She did not look at him, and he followed her gaze to Phyllis, and they both watched her slip into her bra. She continued dressing without being aware that two sets of eyes were watching her.
Phyllis left her room, and Ben turned to speak to Karen, but she had left. He looked down at his crotch and saw how apparent his erection was.
As she waited for Ted to arrive, Phyllis again thought about coming when Karen had dried her off. Having had Laura come against her own drying hand, she had little doubt that Karen could have been unaware of her reaction. Still, she realized that Karen might have been as innocent as she had been in her intentions with Laura. Then, as Ted's car pulled up, she also recalled how much longer and thicker Ben's cock was than Ted's.
Hearing Ted's car pull away, Ben stepped into the courtyard and carefully made his way toward his parents' window. He smiled as he recalled watching Karen oil his mother's bare breasts and rub cream into her hardened nipples. He crouched down and looked in as his mother and father moved beneath the covers. His hand moved over his hardened tool, and he pulled it free of his pants.
He smiled as he saw that his parents were showing more passion than usual. With storm clouds covering the moon, he could just make out their forms. Then he started as a shadow moved in front of him, and he looked up to see Karen standing naked beside him.
She touched her fingertips to his lips before he could speak, and her other hand curled around his engorged prod as she sat down beside him. He looked at her with an expression of delirious happiness, and his eyes closed to the sensations in his prick created by the touch of her fingers.
Karen's hand lowered from his lips to take his hand, and she moved it to the fine, silky hair of her plume. He inhaled deeply as he felt her damp slit, and he curled his fingers up into the hot crevice.
He looked at her, and she smiled at him.
Suddenly, he felt totally relaxed with her, and they both looked toward his parents' window. Inside, the shadowy forms moved beneath the covers.
Ben felt Karen's nook grow damper around his fingers as she guided his hand to subtly instruct him in how to produce pleasure with his touch. He inhaled deeply as her other hand expertly caressed his throbbing shaft, and waves of delicious pleasure went through him. Lightning forked the sky, and he looked down to see their hands and loins clearly illuminated. He did not care if they were seen. His mind was swimming in carnal raptures.
He felt her long clit against his fingertips, and he followed her lead in gently stroking it. She smiled with pleasure, and her vaginal muscles flexed against his hand. He groaned from deep in his chest. His shoulders pushed back, and his face lifted toward the storm. His prod jerked in the caressing grip of her hand, and her cunt spasmed against his hand. They both gasped, and his spend shot up into the air. Lightning flashed, and the globules of come glowed as they arched toward the grass.
They lay back as they gasped for air, and the boy smiled at the feel of her warm, naked body against him.
At that moment, Ted's hand was gripping the back of Phyllis's head to hold her face against his crotch. He had pushed her hand away from his naked member and had shoved it into her mouth. He groaned as he thrust in and out of her mouth, and his hold loosened as his spend began to break free.
Phyllis pushed up from him, and his rod left her mouth as he came. His juices splattered over her face before she could move aside.
She leaned against her door and wiped at her face in an effort to remove the sticky fluid. Droplets gleamed like pearls in her auburn hair.
"Hey, I didn't mean to...." Ted muttered after his head had cleared, and he reached out to touch her shoulder.
"Take me home," she said, and he started as she turned icy cold eyes on him.
He nodded slowly and put his prick back in his pants.
Back in the courtyard of her home, her brother was pushing up onto one elbow to look at Karen. With just a remaining trace of uncertainty, he lowered his mouth to hers, and the uncertainty dissolved as he felt her soft lips open against his. Her long, pointed tongue glided into his mouth, and he murmured as it caressed his. His hand cupped her breast as both of hers moved up his back to raise the T-shirt.
He embraced her tightly as their tongues swam together. Then her eyes opened wide, and she pulled her head back. She was grinning.
"Ah, the virtues of youth," she beamed as she felt him already going hard again.
Karen rolled them over onto their sides, and she slipped his T-shirt off. He looked at her with sheer joy as she sat up and stripped his pants off him. Now they were both naked. Lightning flashed over them as they embraced amidst the flowers and greenery of the garden.
He shifted against her and savored the feeling of her soft flesh against his. She felt his hard cock against her belly, and the full head rubbed against her navel as the dorsal vein stroked her abdomen. She moved her hands down to grasp his buttocks, and she rolled her hips from side to side as she rubbed her moist snatch against his balls.
Their-mouths pressed together again, and his tongue glided over the insides of her cheeks, between them and her teeth, and then over her tongue. His hands spread over the soft rises of her tits, and he rubbed his palms against the hard pegs of her nipples.
Her exquisite legs parted, and he felt the insides of her thighs against his hips as she raised her knees. He lowered his mouth to one pink nipple, and he sucked it between his lips. She murmured as his tongue flowed over the burning peg, and she pressed the heels of her feet against the juncture of his thighs and buttocks.
He widened his mouth to draw her succulent tit inside. Her belly tightened and loosened against his engorged prod, and her hot slit rubbed over his swollen nuts. He moved his hands over the silken softness of her flesh, and he groaned as her heels shifted against the base of his root.
Her hands kneaded his boyish ass cheeks and pulled him even harder against the roll of her hips. He raised his face, and she sighed as her nipple came loose of his pursed lips.
"Now, Ben," she murmured. "Now."
His breathing was ragged as he looked into her emerald eyes, and their eyes were glassy with arousal. He felt her hands and feet stop pressing against him, and he lifted his hips.
"Oh, yes, yes-s-s," she whispered as she felt the velvet texture of his knob slide down her belly.
Leaning on one elbow, he caressed her breast as he looked down between them. Thunder rumbled deeply as his cock's head slid into the damp featherings of her hair, and then he felt the hot wetness of her slit kiss him. Her hands tightened against his shoulders as she felt him sliding into her. She pressed her mouth hungrily to his, and her tongue probed deep in his mouth as he began to move his shaft up into her depths.
His fingers dug into the ground as he felt her snatch tighten and loosen around his rod, and he arched his hips against hers to press the fine curlings of his pubic hair against the split feather of hers. His balls slapped against the base of her fanny, and the heels of her feet again pressed down against the base of his.
"Ah, yeah-h-h," she moaned as she felt his knob rub over her cervix, and she tightened her cunt around his thick length. "Right," she gasped as he thrust his hips upward and caused the base of his trunk to rub over her enflamed clit.
He thrust down and pulled up to bob his prod within the tight heat of her snatch. She turned her hips, and he felt the soft dampness turning around the pulsing hardness of his flesh. His elbows pressed into the ground as his hands cupped the outsides of her wide breasts, and he pressed them together as his mouth moved over them and her stiffened nipples.
"Um, you know, you know," she gasped as her body twisted up against his. "A natural-a natural talent for-for fuckin'-fuckin' great ... great," she said with a strained voice that caressed his ear.
Her feet twisted against the base of his ass to work down against his root, and her hands returned to clutch his ass. Her hips thrust against his thrusts as they twisted her cunt around the downward probings of his cock.
Her clit flamed against the steady rhythm of his shaft, and she groaned as a sudden orgasm flashed from it to send ecstasies swarming throughout her body.
His features tightened as he felt her depths convulsing against his head and around his shaft. The realization that he had inspired her to orgasm inspired him to greater efforts, and he began to move his prod with a faster rhythm as he kissed her face. She gasped for breath as his lips moved over her passion-tinged features. His hands moved down her slender waist to the fullness of her hips, and he moved her body against his. Her head pressed back against the grass, and lightning highlighted her hair in dark blues. Her hands clutched at him, and she moved feverishly with him as he rolled them over.
"Oh, for the love of...." she moaned as his hands pressed her down atop the thrustings of his cock.
Leaning forward from the waist, she gripped his chest as she sat atop the bucking saddle of his hips. She rubbed her thumbs over his pale nipples, and her long legs pressed in against the sides of his hips and thighs. His hands moved over her hips and belly, and he raised his face to her tits. She slid one hand around to cup the back of his head, and she curled her fingers in his hair as he sucked at her nipples. His hand moved to the twisting juncture of their loins, and his fingertips curled into the top of her slit. She gasped as he rubbed her clit down against the thrustings of his shaft, and she swayed drunkenly atop the rise and fall of his tool.
"I-I can't...." she gasped as she came again, and she leaned back from the waist.
His hands caught her waist, and he lowered her head back toward the grass. He raised up as his legs curled back, and then he was kneeling with his calves alongside his thighs. The crown of her head touched the ground, and her body was arched between it and her hips, which were bouncing atop the buckings of his hips. His cock began to pull back from her drenched cleave, and then jam back up into the hot pinkness.
His hold on her waist loosened, and her head slid back till her shoulders were against the ground. His hands dropped to the ground on either side of her, and his legs straightened. Again atop her, he gasped as he came nearer and nearer his climax. His shoulders were bunched, and perspiration gleamed from his forehead.
The thunder boomed out again and again, and the white light of the lightning flooded over their twisting bodies. Her hands gripped at his back as her elbows pressed against her sides. Her eyes were screwed shut as raptures engulfed her mind and body. He groaned breathlessly as his body tremored. The pleasures keep increasing, and his mouth widened to a silent cry. His fingers dug deeply into the ground as his arms straightened, and his face lifted.
His cock jerked within the contractions of her cunt, and she shook madly against him. His eyes opened sightlessly as his come broke free, and his climax soared toward its apex. Her climax erupted, and her depths shuddered around the geysering of his prick. He trembled as his come gushed into her depths, and the white light of the storm seemed to flood his brain.
They trembled as they held at the peak of their climax, and then the tension went out of their muscles. They dropped to the grass in one another's arms and could only hear the sounds of their breathing and of their pounding hearts.
Truly spent, neither could muster the energy to open their eyes or to do more than move their fingertips against one another and shift their lips. Bliss showed in their drunken smiles.
Rain drops splattered against the car windows as Ted drove toward Phyllis's house. He turned on the windshield wipers and looked over at her.
"W-would you like to wipe your face off with...." he began, but she ignored him.
He looked back to the road with a mixture of regret and fear that she might tell her parents.
He turned into her driveway, and they approached the house. Only the kitchen light was on, and he looked relieved.
"Phyllis, I'm sorry about...." he began as he stopped, but she got out, and the door closed behind her.
She did not look around as he drove off but stood there, letting the rain wash his spunk from her face. Her blouse began to cling wetly to her, and she moved toward the front door.
Inside, she silently closed the door and looked toward the living room. There was a fire going in the big fireplace.
"Have a good time?" Karen asked, and Phyllis looked toward the kitchen door.
Karen was dressed in her full-length, translucent nightgown, and the kitchen light out-lined her body against the georgette. She walked forward, and Phyllis saw that she was carrying a coffee cup. The firelight danced over them, and the nightgown was but a thin veil over the beauty of Karen's body.
"Say, you got wet, didn't you?" Karen said, and she touched one of the drops of water clinging to the girl's face. "Here, this'll warm you up," she said as she offered the coffee cup, and Phyllis took it. "A little Irish coffee," she smiled, and she turned back toward the kitchen. "Sit down, and I'll get a towel for you," she said, and Phyllis watched the woman's veiled body once again become a silhouette.
Slowly, Phyllis sat back down on the big couch. She stared into the fire and began to sip the brandy-laced coffee.