Chapter 9
"NO!" Barbie squealed as the tip of Lorna's little finger partially penetrated her cunt. "Don't do that! Ahhhh!"
She bucked and writhed in resistance, her legs flopping on the blanket, her fingers clawing at the sand. Lorna's mouth was glued to her tummy and her finger a ticklish little worm battling with the snug resistance of Barbie's cunt.
What's happening to me? Barbie thought frantically. What is that woman doing to me?
And then, aided by the sun tan lotion with which her hands were so liberally coated, Lorna succeeded in pushing her fingertip into the mouth of Barbie's pussy.
Barbie screamed piercingly, and her ass humped upward from the blanket, in the process jamming more of Lorna's finger into her twat. It wasn't a large finger but the way it wiggled! Like a snake! Barbie was suddenly bathed in hot sweat and her entire body was alive with sharp, vivid feelings-as if she were lying amid a million tiny pins, all of them pricking at her flesh. She twisted her hips, sucking that finger up her cunt, and she knew that she shouldn't want to be doing that, but somehow she could not stop herself.
"Oh, please," she groaned. "I don't know what you're doing to me, Lorna, but if you don't stop it-"
"I'll stop," Lorna panted, shaking her finger inside Barbie's twat. "I'll stop its you look at me right now and tell me that's what you want me to do."
Barbie didn't reply. She couldn't. Her eyes were huge and her orange-shaped tits rose and fell rapidly with her breathing, the nipples long and swollen.
"We'll straighten it out later," Lorna promised. She bent to her work, lips again touching Barbie's smooth firm stomach, and she moved quickly across the tingling flesh, until the coppery pussy hairs tickled her nostrils and invited soft lip-pulling which she was only too happy to give.
God, Barbie was tight! That precious little cunt gripped her finger like a screwed-down vise, clenching, rippling very softly as if she were in the midst of a baby climax, and Lorna jiggled herself amid that clutching tightness, sighing as she felt a soft dew of juices begin to bathe her finger daintily.
Her nose lolled through the beaver curls, onto the slit revealed by the parting of the hair, and she brushed the clitoral region insistently, tapping it with her nose, flicking the tip of her tongue back and forth. She used her free hand, too, puffing up the little protrusion of cuntal skin, squeezing as her nose and tongue worked in alternation, squeezing and caressing until the pea-sized bud of Barbie's trigger sprang up, all warm and limber and ripe for loving.
Barbie screamed again, the first time Lorna's tongue bathed her clit in saliva, but it was certainly not a scream of refusal. The wordless cry rang in Lorna's ears; she'd heard it before and it was the sweetest kind of music she knew. She worked the nubbin vigorously and her own pussy was oozing juice which had already made her beaver a sopping swamp. Bringing her legs together, she started massaging her twat by muscular twitches, and she licked clit until Barbie shivered like quaking earth beneath her tongue.
At the same time her finger kept working in Barbie's snatch-tunnel, snaking in and out with alternate short and long strokes. More and more wetness seeped from Barbie's hole, mingling with the suntan lotion and pussy-fluid already coating Lorna's hand, and she thrust ever more eagerly.
"Oh, my God," Barbie moaned again and again, her head tossing from side to side.
Loma cast her eyes to the side and noticed that Barbie's bare toes were wiggling uncontrollably-a sure sign of approaching orgasm. The moment of truth was drawing near.
Right now everything was fine. But how would Barbie feel afterwards?. Some women got vicious later-especially the ones who were unsure about the nature of their own sexuality. Damn, why couldn't people just be free and easy and take whatever came along? There was no need to feel guilty about anything that made you so happy as sex did. Take Barbie's husband, for example. Loma knew damned well that he dug stuffing it up her twat, as much as she dug being stuffed. So why did he have to pretend it disgusted him? Why did he force her to crawl around like a banana republic revolutionary seeking ways to get him into her bed once again?
Loma giggled softly around the clitoris her lips caressed. Maybe she'd dump Ken. And take his wife instead. That would be a sweet and fitting revenge. But even as the plan crossed her mind, she knew it was an impossibility. She couldn't want to injure him unless he still meant something to her, and he did. Brother or not, married or not, he was her favorite lay. She wanted him back, and somehow she would get him.
"Come, Barbie, come!" she whispered to the throbbing little clit as her lips touched it softly, gently, and she felt a flutter of response.
Carefully, she slipped the tip of her middle finger into Barbie's puss, alongside the one already stroking the red-headed girl's hole. The lips parted graciously, then swallowed her finger with a raw greedy hunger that surprised Loma. She wondered if Barbie was quite as innocent as she appeared.
Oh, hell, Ken had probably been fucking her blind for months before the wedding. Weird, though, that her cunt was so fucking tight! Snug as a virgin's, really. And pleasantly.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhh!" Barbie cried suddenly, followed by a high-ptiched, "OHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Lorna groaned to feel the massive convulsion which rumbled in the girl's cunt. Barbie thrust her ass upward, smacking Lorna in the face with her snatch, and the heady aroma of orgasmic juices filled Lorna's nostrils so deliciously she knew she must carry the act even further.
It was a hellish task to pull her fingers from Barbie's rapidly contracting cunt, but somehow she made it, replacing her fingers with her open mouth and snakelike tongue. Loma pried the tight, pink-mouthed twat open, as widely as she could manage, and she stared for a second at the juicy, dripping cunt.
"Precious indeed," she whispered, thrusting her tongue into the hot steamy pie she had baked for herself.
With lips and teeth and above all her tongue, Lorna made culminating love to Barbie's orgasm-quivering snatch. She drove her tongue up the slot as far as she dared, pulling back when the rippling inner muscles sought to tear out her tongue by the root and suck it up their honey-dripping tunnel. God, she thought, Barbie's climaxing like a child who's just discovered what her cunt is really for! It was an ecstatic, abandoned response, and she envied Ken terribly, having this ripe, juicy piece in his bed every night.
Oh. baby, she thought, working her legs on the lips of her own snatch, I really hope you know how to give as well as you take, because I need it, too!
Again she thrust with her tongue, thrilled by the wild ripple of Barbie's puss, and she moved one hand onto her own cunt-mound, finding the slit open and wet and definitely ready for business. Furiously, she whipped Barbie's puss, stirring the girl to a higher pitch of excitement, then drew back and waited for the moment's fever to subside so Barbie could get into the task of giving value for value.
Barbie shook and shuddered and moaned. Her hair was all disheveled, and though her eyelids were closed tightly, tears rolled now and then from beneath them.
"Hey," Lorna called, looking up. "Don't cry."
"Uhhhh-unhhhhhh!" Barbie whined, her tits heaving like a storm at sea.
Lorna put her hands on those breasts, feeling the heat of nipples against her palms, the firm, ripe muscle structure beneath the skin, and she squeezed gently, reassuringly.
"You now," Lorna purred as Barbie opened her eyes. She slid forward, parting her legs so Barbie could see the wet gash half-hidden in her dark-blonde pussy fur, and she reached to spread the cunt-lips a trifle. "Do me," Lorna went on, lifting Barbie's had and moving her cunt towards it. "Lick me. Suck my cunt. Kiss my clit. God, I think if you just breathe on it, I'll come all over your darling face."
"No, please," Barbie murmured, "I don't know how."
But it was too late. Lorna would not be denied the relief she had given the other woman, and she brushed her twat against Barbie's mumbling lips. It was just as she'd predicted. Barbie breathed warm and soft and Lorna's clit throbbed in the little current of air.
"Ohhh!" Loma moaned, moving forward, pressing her pussy firmly against Barbie's mouth, using her hands to hold the head steadily in place, and that close contact was all the stimulation she needed. Moaning, Lorna juiced and came.
She rocked against Barbie for a few moments, basking in the glory of climax, and then she eased back onto her heels. The sand was hot beneath her bare ass but she didn't care.
"Oh, yeah, baby," she sighed. Her head was back, eyes closed, and for a brief space all the world belonged to Loma. Until she heard the sound of uncontrolled weeping, and looked to see Barbie dissolved in tears.
"What the hell?" she asked, crawling towards her sister-in-law. She slipped an arm around Barbie's shoulders to draw the girl close but with a shudder Barbie jerked away and Loma went sprawling backwards, onto the sand, on her ass.
This time she noticed the heat instantly, and she sprang up with a cry. "Ouch, damn it!" she yelped, and then, "Well, what the hell is wrong, Barbie-doll?" Apparently this was one of the women who got vicious.
"Everything," Barbie sobbed. "Everything in the whole damned world is wrong! That's what's wrong!" She looked up, her eyes red-rimmed already.
Why, Lorna wondered sadly, did everyone in the universe have to be so goddamned hung up? What she the only person left who enjoyed a good time and didn't turn into a pumpkin afterwards?
She sat down on the blanket, careful not to touch sobbing Barbie. "I'm very sorry," she said.
"I had an orgasm, didn't I?" Barbie went on.
"Don't you know?"
Barbie shook her head. "Not really. I never had one before."
"You're kidding!"
Again Barbie shook her head. Lorna was the big-eyed one now.
"Not ever playing with yourself?"
Barbie blushed. "The only time I ever touched myself that way, you know, was when I was about eleven. And my mother caught me, and-oh, it was awful. For a long time I was afraid to try again, and by the time I wasn't afraid any more, the whole thing seemed so degrading-"
"What about Ken?"
"That's the awful part, Lorna. Do you want me to tell you? All of it?"
Lorna wanted, and Barbie told. Everything. Lorna could only shake her head as she listened.
"Jesus," she said finally. "You poor kid!"
"Yeah," Barbie agreed. "Married two days, and the only way I can make it is with another woman." She sighed dolefully, and it looked as if she were on the verge of tears once again.
Lorna crawled closer, and this time Barbie didn't wiggle away when Lorna embraced her. They looked at one another for a long moment, blue eyes gazing into green ones and vice versa, and then Lorna brought her face close to Barbie's. Her lips were half-open, the tip of her tongue showing between them. Barbie sighed and moved across the remaining couple of inches. As her mouth sank upon Lorna's, she closed her eyes and gave a little whimpering sound, as if her young heart had broken into pieces.
They moved into a tangle on the blanket, still kissing, and the Caribbean sun blazed down upon them. Lorna's hand snaked between Barbie's thighs and she found the pussy still damp from their recent lovemaking. Her middle finger punched eagerly at the slice and disappeared between wet clinging lips, stabbing deeply as Barbie moaned in pleasure.
Her head falling back, the red-haired girl sighed, "Oh, fuck me, Lorna! Make me come again!"
Loma eased her onto the blanket, lying full length, and she kept digging in the pussy with her finger. At the same time she rearranged herself, so that her cunt was directly above one of Barbie's out flung hands. With a smile she settled .own onto that hand, purring as the fingers lifted to meet her descent.
"Good," she panted, "really good! Are you sure you've never done this before?"
Barbie giggled, but the giggle turned almost immediately to an exultant groan as Loma worked two more fingers into the tightness of her pussy.
"Oh," she said, "it's not as thick as Ken's cock, but it feels so much better the way you do it!"
In pleased retaliation she took a handful of Lorna's twat and squeezed it, mining and ahhing as her fingers twined amid the thick dark-blonde hairs and tickled the flesh beneath. Lorna's cunt was quite damp already and a delicious musky scent wafted into Barbie's nostrils as she fondled the pussy from beneath.
"You smell nice," she complimented. "The way a woman should."
"Try this," Lorna panted, rocking on Barbie's exploring hand. She extracted her fingers from the redhead's pussy and shook them back and forth before Barbie's nose. Her sister-in-law giggled delightedly.
"So do I," she laughed merrily. "So do I!" She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring it all. "Oh, Lorna," she said them, "make love to me again, just like you did before! Please! I have so much lost time to make up for!"
"Right on," Lorna purred, lifting her pussy from Barbie's hand. She lay down on her belly, put her hand on Barbie's breast-bone, directly between the round, brown-tipped tits, and she moved her face in for a clinging kiss. As Barbie's lips melted beneath the heat of her own, Lorna began to rub vigorously at the tits and their stiff little nipples, feeling them grow warmer with her caresses. Her tongue played in and out of Barbie's mouth, licking circles around the pink lips, meeting the tip of Barbie's own tongue now and then for some back-and-forth dueling. Slowly, leisurely, Lorna allowed her lips to smack off Barbie's and attach themselves to the point of her sister's-in-law cute, dimpled chin. Her tongue flirted with the small dimple as her lips suckled the flesh; above her she could feel the flutter of Barbie's mouth as she chirped in appreciation.
Down the neck like a vampire, trying not to leave hickeys in her path, onto the breast-bone. Barbie's fingers were twining in Lorna's blonde mane as Lorna began kissing the swell of one brown-pointed tit. The nipple throbbed hotly on the flesh of her cheek, and she turned her mouth towards it, tongue already snaking out to lick, to touch.
Her mouth was awash with saliva-sex always seemed to cause that reaction. But Barbie's slender, stiff brown nipples were nothing if not mouth-watering sights, and she could scarcely endure the instant of waiting before that nearest nipple was in her mouth, being pulled, being sucked, being bathed in her warm frothy drool.
"OOOOHHHHH!!" Barbie squealed, loving every second of it, the end of her tit stuffed into Lorna's voracious mouth, throbbing, swelling with passion, muscles twitching in spasms of pleasure.
Lorna kissed and licked every inch of Barbie's naked, partly oiled body en route to the pussy once again, and she was astonished at the intensity of her sister's-in-law responses. By the time Lorna had begun spinning her tongue in Barbie's navel and stroking one lazy hand simultaneously across the sopping pussy-lips, Barbie was already whimpering and bucking and thrashing about, as though she were riding her way through one climax after another in machine-gun succession. Ken had found himself a very promising young lady, she thought; it was a pity he didn't know how promising she really could be.
As her mouth moved through the pussy hair, tongue seeking the pink gash separating the copper curls, Lorna wondered just what Ken's problem was. He was good in bed, as she knew damned well. And Barbie was hot, obviously But that pathetic little confession she'd just listened to? Maybe Ken was at fault. After all, she'd always been the seducer in their relationship. He was quick to comply every time, but she had initiated it. and him, so many years ago. She didn't know what kind of relationships he'd had in the years since; he rarely spoke of other women to her. Perhaps he just didn't know how to go about breaking in someone as inexperienced as Barbie had been, before he met her. Could that be it?
She tickled the pink slice with her tongue, flipping playfully around the clitoris that was already standing out like a glistening fleshy pea. What had Ken told her. the morning of his wedding? Something about Barbie being pure and sweet and innocent. Yes. That was it. Obviously he thought of her as a delicate flower, which in some respects she was. But it seemed to Lorna that her brother had mistaken a slight frigidity in his bride for blushing naivete. He'd probably been very soft and gentle, when perhaps he should have fucked the bejesus out of Barbie and let her see how crazy-wild it could be when you gave screwing everything you had.
The way, she thought, she was doing right now.
It was a pleasant reflection. Now half as pleasant as the thick sweet juices that coated her tongue when she wriggled it around and around in Barbie's split gash, but pleasant all the same. She lapped hungrily at her sister's-in-law pussy, filling her mouth again and again with the sweet, fresh taste of Barbie-cum, and her tongue probed into the mouth of the cunt itself. Barbie didn't react so thunderously this time Her cunt muscles stroked Lorna's tongue but they were more experienced now; they were aware that it was unnecessary to maul the playful, frisky intruder. But Barbie's nonstop series of groans and sighs and exhalations proved definitely that the experience was fully as rewarding for her as had been the exuberantly volcanic convulsion of her first orgasm. Lorna kept one set of fingers busy, twiddling and strumming Barbie's clit, while her other hand moved with studied casualness between the sweaty cheeks of Barbie's ass and her tongue dipped again and again into the honey box open for her tasting.
The child couldn't lie still, it seemed. Her cunt jerked and twisted beneath Lorna's ministering hands and face; the ripe cheeks of her butt clenched as the fingers stroked the sensitive cleavage between them and languidly diddled the tight puckered little asshole; and the entire genital region was suffused with a warm, aromatic heat that reminded Lorna's nose of a fragrant flower garden on a humid July day. She thrust her face into that swamp of sensuality and assaulted it was a passion she could no longer delay nor deny.
I've fucked both of them, she thought. My brother. His darling little bride. And they're both good. I love them. I really do God, to thick that she'd come down to Santa Catarina with some vague, half-formed ideas about breaking up their marriage for her own selfish ends! She'd never even considered the possibility that some better arrangement might be made.
Barbie climaxed again, with screams and moans and cries of joy, and her cunt rippled frantically beneath Lorna s flicking tongue. The clit in her fingers swelled and seemed to burst in a flood of hot juices which wet her fingers so thoroughly she could scarcely maintain her stranglehold on the love button. No need, anyway. The passes of her tongue in Barbie's cunt-hole could intensify the come and make it multiply in geometric progressions, but orgasm had definitely arrived and Loma need only ride with it. conducting Barbie through the wondrous world of her newly awakened sensuality.