Chapter 12

Hedda and Astrid watched Nathalie's every expression as they stood before the fire disrobing. The girl's inner conflict was obvious. Fidgeting nervously, she ducked her head forward, her chin dropping very low, yet her eyes remained fastened on the two women. She twisted her head to the side but the eyes would not swivel with it.

They should have their privacy, Nathalie thought miserably. Dear Lord, why do I stare?

Although they all were true Nordic beauties with the same blue eyes, the same glowing ivory skin and pale blonde hair, their bodies were each unique. Astrid was tall and full blown, with deeply plunging breasts that swung down and away like two melons slung from her shoulders with a kerchief. Her thighs were widely flared and pleasantly padded. Even her soft white belly was pleasingly rounded.

Hedda, on the other hand, was small-boned, like Nathalie, with bud-like breasts that reminded Nathalie of adolescence. Indeed, as she skinned off her clothing, her great blue eyes smiling at Nathalie, she looked younger by several years than either of the others. Her pale blonde pubic hair was so fine and sparse that it was barely visible, leaving her puffed lips vulnerably exposed. There was a virginal innocence about that little body that made Astrid look voluptuously sensual in comparison.

When the last garment fell to the floor, Astrid beckoned Nathalie to come to them, and mechanically, she obeyed. As they began undressing her, she closed her eyes and tried to blot all thoughts from her mind.

Once the gauze-like outer garment was dispatched, Nathalie's heart began to pound wildly as Astrid unfastened the slippery satin bodice. Her breasts tingled as the erotic material slid back and forth over her warm breasts. Hedda knelt before her and began working the panties down over her belly and thighs, and she whimpered at the ache already pulsing in her loins.

Delicate fingertips grazed across the flesh as the girls worked, trails of gooseflesh following their touch. Nathalie's breasts heaved with the effort of breathing, and when she stood bare before the fire, each girl took one of her hands and lifted them to press against their breasts as they walked her over to the bed. The feel of another woman's flesh was wildly intoxicating.

Hedda pulled down the covers and slid in. Astrid held Nathalie back a moment and, gathering her into her arms, her mouth slid down to kiss Nathalie's quivering lips.

"Ohhhhhhhh," whimpered Nathalie, surprised at the shower of sparks that attended the delicate caress. Her breasts, grazing and pressing against the large tits of the other woman, were hot and hard. She shivered convulsively as they rubbed against her.

"Mmmmmmmmm," Astrid sighed, and her arms slid down Nathalie's back and pulled her rump in tightly, one hand squeezing each of her cheeks.

Their bellies merged, and then Nathalie felt the hot mound pressing against her and she arched her loins hungrily.

"Ohhhhhh!" she whimpered as their lips crushed together.

"Beautiful," Astrid whispered. "It is so beautiful when you can let yourself go."

Releasing her, she spanked her across the fanny and laughed shakily.

"Now, climb in, love," she ordered, "for Hedda cannot lie there all alone in that big bed."

Nathalie hurried, her loins throbbing violently.

"On your back, pet," Hedda ordered, and the girl quickly complied.

Hedda rolled on top of her and eagerly buried her lips in Nathalie's mouth.

Her little body burrowed against Nathalie's soft flesh and her knees forced the girl's legs apart.

"A pillow, Astrid," Hedda begged, and Astrid grabbed up a pillow, doubled it and forced it beneath Nathalie's thighs as Hedda pulled her little ass up.

"Ahhhhhh!" sighed Hedda, worming her hot privates down tightly against Nathalie's splayed meat.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Nathalie moaned. "Ohhhhhhh!"

Astrid's hands slid in between their bellies and worked up to squeeze the girl's tits.

"Is she not delicious?" she cooed.

"Ohhhh, yes," sighed Hedda. "I could eat her up."

She lifted herself up on her arms, arched her loins down even harder against the hot, wet, feel of Nathalie's meat. Smiling down at her, she began grinding her loins around and around.

"My God," she moaned. "That is so good!"

"Unnnngh!" Nathalie groaned. "Please don't look at me."

She turned her head away, her conscience flooded with the shame of the terrible fire raging within her. Astrid wriggled up beside her and pulled the girl's face into the cleft of her breasts.

"Suck me, Nathalie," she ordered. "Chew my tits. Suckle my nipples while I wait my turn to love you."

A shiver ran through Nathalie's body. She reached up and pulled the huge tit to her lips as her ass began to rotate against the meat that crushed against her slit. There was no fight left in her. The fire of lust crumpled her will, leaving her only the terrible, compelling hunger.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she grunted.

Every muscle of her body was strained as she rubbed the crushing intensity of her need up into the girl's lips. She could feel the throbbing of Hed-da's bud against her meat and she worked frantically to bring the buds together, to feel them throb and spasm together.

"Ahhhhhhh!" she cried out as it was accomplished. "Right there. Yes! Right there!"

Her mouth clamped down onto Astrid's big nipple and she began sucking voraciously.

"Mmmmmmm," she groaned. "Ugmmmmmm!"

Astrid looked up at Hedda, and through the fog of their passion, they smiled at the girl's open ardor.

She will never be able to hide as passionate a constitution as this, Astrid thought, but perhaps they will tire of her soon and give her to us.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" moaned Hedda. What a pounding, hot little slit she has, she tought.

Grinding her meat into Nathalie's weeping slit, Hedda closed her eyes and thought how wonderful it would be to eat all that sweet honey. Her brain was fuzzy and filled with fire as she slapped her loins down against the splayed flesh. She banged against her with bruising, cruel force, and their surging, fiery meat seemed to merge and bond together, clinging as she pulled away-sucking together as though glued.

"Oh, Astrid," she moaned. "If only she were ready for all of it."

"Hush, love," Astrid cautioned.

"But Astrid," Hedda whimpered, "her bud throbs violently against mine. How it would explode if only.. . "

"No!" Astrid answered sternly. "That will come later."

"Mmmmmmm," Hedda moaned. "If I could only piss a hot.. . "

Gently but firmly, Astrid pushed the girl off of Nathalie. "Better cool a bit, love, or let me finish you. You are forgetting everything."

"Ohhhhh, noooooo," moaned Hedda as Astrid raised up over Nathalie's body and slowly lowered her mound into the girl's aching meat.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Nathalie moaned as the full, thick lips settled down against her and slowly splayed open as Astrid pressed them into her burning flesh.

"I shall die," Hedda moaned. "I am too close."

"Then spread it out where I can reach it, love," Astrid answered.

Hedda moved her ass up against Nathalie's head and splayed her legs wide. Nathalie could smell the hot woman smell of her, and she turned and watched Astrid's long tongue flutter down to settle on the weeping meat.

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned as the memory of Arne's hot tongue lapping at her own throbbing bud filled her brain.

"Ayiiiiiii!" wailed Hedda as she tightened her legs about Astrid's head.

Nathalie's loins arched out grotesquely, jerking, stabbing to meet Astrid's wild thrusts. She dropped the tit and reached down around her thighs with both hands to grip the lovely bulging love-handles of her ass.

She ground up against her, rubbed against her, jerked against her. She could not get enough of the fire that coursed through her body in wave after wave of exhausting passion. She was panting for air, her heart pounding with such violence that it threatened to burst.

Still, it was not enough. Deep inside of her there was an ache that she could not reach.

"Eyyyyyiiiiiiii!" wailed Hedda, stiffening in a convulsion of release. Her legs shot straight in the air and held for a long moment, trembling with the fire that raced through her body. Finally, she slowly sank back into the bed and Astrid moved over and buried her mouth in Nathalie's.

The taste of her was now pure woman-lust, and though the mere thought of it was nauseous to Nathalie, the odor triggered an explosion deep in her brain. She felt her throbbing meat swell into a crescendo of fire, and as Astrid's tongue burrowed into her mouth, Nathalie's body was hurled over the brink into the all-consuming delight of release.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she screamed as her nerves and muscles tightened into a spasming, shivering convulsion. "Ohhhh! Ohhh! Ohhhh!" she cried over and over as the waves of passion washed around and over her, flooding and drowning her in an inferno of sensation.

Astrid let herself go. She had held through it all until she felt the pounding of the girl's meat and then she allowed her own body to succumb to the comfort of climax.

"Ahhhhhhh!" she sighed, stiffening for but a moment before she rolled down from the girl and savored the warmth and weakness of total contentment.

"Beautiful, is it not?" she asked lazily. "Heaven," Hedda agreed.

"Thank you," Nathalie whispered, and she rolled over on her belly and soon was asleep.