Chapter 2
The back house was a small cabin made into an exquisite study tucked away from everything in a nest of trees. Elliot sat down next to Francie on a couch.
"This is lovely, Elliot." She smiled into his eyes.
Since her hand was still on his cock, Elliot didn't know if she meant the cabin or his prick. He hoped it was the latter.
She leaned back, her simple, clinging dress outlining her curvy body. "Elliot? Do you want to fuck me?" Her voice was little-girl unsure.
Elliot reached for her. His voice was rough with desire. "I want to fuck you, suck you, everything you. Touch my ol' rammer. See how much he wants you." He pushed his hips toward the hand which had deserted the tool. "Hold my prick, baby."
She touched him, then began to moan. "Don't keep me waiting, Elliot, please. I need it so badly." She worked on his zipper.
After all the stimulation of the day, there was no way to go slowly now. He had to get his prick tightly in her snug little hole and pump away at her until he shot off. The delicacy and gentleness, even the fun, could come later. At that moment he needed to get rid of the massive load in his sweating balls. Fortunately, she seemed as needy as he.
With a savagery neither expected, Elliot shoved Francie back on the couch, shoved the skirt of her dress up around her waist, tugged down the filmy panties, and mounted her, his hand frantically working on his pants.
"Ooh . . .yes . . . just do it to me . . . just stick that big thing in me . . . Later I'll suck it for you . . . just stick it in me . . . " Francie let the excited plea bubble from her lips as Elliot prepared her and unzipped his fly. She could feel her wet pussy throbbing with need. It had been more than a week since she'd been fucked, and going longer than a day had always been difficult for her. She wriggled her hips expectantly. "Fuck me quickly with it, Elliot. Just ram it into me . . . I'm so hot for it.. . "
Elliot resisted an urge to clamp his palm down over her lovely mouth. Another few sexy words and he'd come in his own hand. His cock was so hard it hurt, and his balls felt as if they were stretched out of shape from all the cream in them. He gritted his teeth to maintain enough control to get it into her, found the puckered slit, and pressed his rod against it. He was counting from ten backwards as he reared back to shove it into her, so great was his urge to shoot off without a moment's delay.
Francie was ecstatic from the second she felt his prick against her hole. She threw her lovely legs up, ready to wrap around his back after the first plunge. She was beyond words now. She sighed softly into his ear as he stiffened before thrusting himself into her womb.
Just as he was bearing down the impossible happened; his inner ear was tuned for it, expecting it, as if he somehow knew this was a day set aside for suffering. He didn't recognize the call at first, just understood that someone was heading rapidly for the cabin and calling his name.
"Oh, no!" Francie whimpered.
But Elliot had no patience for her disappointment right then. She hadn't been the one with Elana, nor had she endured the threesome in the garden. No way was he able to be put off still another time that day. Caring nothing for the calling voice and the approaching footsteps, Elliot moved his guiding hand once on his cock and exploded all over Francie's hungry, waiting cunt.
Francie felt the hot come as it splattered over her dark triangle and the insides of her thighs, felt the man shudder in her arms, and gave a little squeal of frustration and anguish. "No!"
"Sorry, baby," Elliot panted, kissing her ear softly and straightening up. "Couldn't hold it back. Hang on till later. We'll work it out." He used a hand-made doily to wipe his cock and her crotch. His hand lingered only a moment on its softness. Then he pulled up her panties and her dress. "I'm going to eat that all night long, if I can," he promised, getting up and striding toward the door. "Yes? I'm here by the cabin," he called.
She got to the clearing by the cabin just as he had stepped outside. "Hi, big brother, where the hell were you?" A bright smile played on her pretty lips.
"Tere!" He grinned his surprise. "Tere! You got here!
She laughed. "Sure, baby, didn't you know I would? You know I can't stay from my family forever. Especially you." Her eyes skimmed over him appraisingly.
Elliot hadn't the faintest idea why, but he had always known that he was Tere's favorite brother. Elana had even kidded him about Tere wanting to fuck him. Her eyes on him now were warm, but not too sisterly. Even Elliot had to admit that.
He took the opportunity to return the inventory. Tere didn't look like most girls. She looked more like some inspired artist's impression of what a playboy bunny or a glamorous show girl should look like, and so rarely does. She was on the tall side, with a body so sexy, so curvy, so creamy and flawless that it seemed artificial, created by a Beverly Hills mad scientist equipped with the latest equipment. Her face was gorgeous. Her features were perfection, her teeth sensational, and her eyes, very blue, had that rare blazing appearance, as if little stars exploded in them every ten seconds. She was beautiful to the point of being something of a joke, and Elliot knew that every inch of her was the genuine article. Even her long, thick, waving red hair. The hippy levis and shapeless top she wore did next to nothing to disguise her beauty. In fact, it was her amazing looks which had started her off on her hippy life. There, she had thought, her looks would be secondary. There, in some earthy commune, she could at last form relationships based on her value as a person rather than the fact that she happened to have been born looking exactly like most women would give their right, if not left tit to look like.
Elliot wondered if she had been right, if she had found what she was looking for.
Tere's voice was soft, loving. "You're still the most beautiful man in the world, to me, anyway, big brother. You look great. Harder and healthier than the last time I saw you even." She did a little dance. "How do I look?"
He laughed. "What a question!" There were no compliments to give to a woman like Tere.
"What were you doing out here all by your.. . . " Tere looked up and saw Francie in the doorway. "Whoops! Question retracted."
Elliot grinned at both of them. "You still have the same old dirty mind, I see."
Tere shook her head. "Not dirty, brother, baby, sex is good, clean fun. Pretending it doesn't exist is what makes it so dirty."
Elliot glanced over at Francie, who had smoothed her hair and freshened her make-up. "Pretending sex doesn't exist is not where my head is, Tere. Honest."
"You couldn't prove it by me," she teased.
Francie shot Tere a coldly welcoming smile. "Why should he? He's your brother, remember?"
Elliot realized Francie was a little jealous and wanted to take her into his arms. While it was true that Francie was not as unearthly beautiful as his sister, he wanted her. Badly. And that made her even more beautiful. "Tere, you remember Francie, don't you? Mike's . . . "
He suddenly didn't know how to label her.
Tere nodded. "Sure. Hi, Francie, I just saw Mike in the house. He was wondering where you got to. Carpi and Elana and the others wanted to see you, too."
"Did you come up with Scott and Carol? How are they?"
As the talk drifted into family gossip Elliot felt the heat in his only partially relieved balls begin to fade. He guided the girls back to the main house.
They had a long, late lunch in the large dining room, which gave way to the first of what looked like a series of talks on how to handle the property problem. Because it was the first talk, everyone bent over backwards to be gracious and considerate, but no one gave an inch. But by the time everyone wanted to go off and rest or sight-see, all tempers were unruffled and the family feeling was running high. The twins insisted that they were unprepared for the mountain air and needed a little nap, and Kevin took them off to a guest bedroom, claiming, by necessity, the one with the only king-sized bed.
Carol, Scott Burn's wife, didn't bother to hide her shocked disapproval. She was a slender woman, a few years older than Scott, and she had the kind of true beauty people label "handsome" rather than pretty. Her light hair was cut short into a flattering fuck, and her features were exceptionally attractive. Elliot had never understood why Scott had married her. His younger brother had looked like a boy next to her, an eager student with a strict, but loved teacher. But they seemed happy enough together. Elliot rather hoped he would get to know Carol better this time, for his brother's sake.
He watched her as her eyes followed the threesome of Kevin, Nedra and Norma out of the dining room, trying to read her thoughts. Free to study her since her eyes were elsewhere, he grudgingly admitted that she really was a fine looking woman, but there was something about her that kept him from desiring her sexually very much. He wanted to know what that was all about, since Elliot had long ago admitted to himself that, given the chance, he'd fuck a cow if it would keep still long enough.
Elana glanced over at her husband several times, wondering what he had been up to outdoors all morning long. She was feeling the least bit worn down from doing the hostess thing. What she really wanted to do was fuck. She peeped over at Kevin as he exited the room and felt a strong pang in her crotch. She detested the twins, knowing they were giving him all she longed to give him. Erotic images of the three of them in bed flashed through her mind, and she grudgingly admitted she'd make it three women to his one if he would invite her along.
Her hand trembled slightly as she stirred her tea. Something was happening to her. She was as tense as a cat, and all feeling was centered dead in her cunt. She let her eyes slide over the remaining guests, as if interested in what they had to say. Her husband was studying Carol at the moment. He was really very good looking, she thought, and naked he was even more handsome. Her heart lurched at the thought of his cock. If she could get away with it, she'd duck under the table and suck it right now, even with the others sitting around talking business. She'd suck it until it shot off, then she'd swallow every drop of come and beg for another load.
She looked at Carol next, her quiet, unreadable sister-in-law. Elana wondered if she did much with that pussy of hers. Did she like fucking Scott? Did she suck him off? Did he lick her cunt, and if so, did she like it? Did she fuck other men behind Scott's back? And those tits of hers, could they really be as compact as they seemed. Elana tried to imagine Carol in any sexual position, with any man, and she finally decided that under that cool exterior might lurk a very hot pussy. Out of the blue, Elana experienced an urge to see her sister-in-law's cunt. The thought was strange enough to be interesting. She pursued it a bit. Once she had seen it, would she want to touch it? Beat it off, maybe? The thought presented possibilities. By this time Elana's own pussy was so wet, had been since fantasizing sucking her husband off under the table, that she decided to play a little game. What if she were ordered to do something sexual to everyone at this table, had to do it, no way out. The girls as well as the men. What would she do to each?
Elliot she would suck. Carol . . . would she lick her pussy? She had never done that to a woman, but wasn't that reason to try it, if only to know what it was like?
She turned her attention to Scott. He was the heaviest of the brothers, and also the most boyish, in a way. He seemed to be totally dedicated to Carol, and somewhat in awe of her. Elana got the distinct impression that he probably spent a great deal of time eating Carol, possibly even licking her asshole with great eagerness. That, then, is what she would do with Scott. She would let him suck her, especially her sensitive asshole.
Francine was next, and towards her Elana felt a mixed emotion of excitement and jealousy. She knew how badly Elliot wanted to fuck Francie, so she resented the girl in a catty, female way, yet there was something exciting about knowing how much Elliot did want her, almost as if they were in a way, two sides to one inseparable person, and anyone Elliot would want, Elana would want. For her sex act with this girl, Elana elected a fierce finger-fucking while Francie sucked her pussy. She wondered what it would feel like to drive her finger up the hole Elliot desired. She'd bring back the finger unwashed and let him suck it. She laughed silently.
Mike was sitting next to Francie, and Mike was easy to choose an act for. She'd let Mike fuck her. There was something in his young, catlike grace that made him a natural for a fuck. He would probably plow her for a half-hour, and when he finally come into her belly, Elana guessed she'd know she'd been fucked. She wondered if he had a big cock, and bet he did.
Tere was the only one left, and Elana studied her without being obvious about it. Tere was one weird girl. As unreal as her beauty was, that's how unreal she was as a person to Elana. Now the black haired woman attempted to study her as a body, rather than as Elliot's crazy sister. And as a body, she deserved a complete study. There was no way to absorb Tere's loveliness. She might as well have been a statue. Elana wondered what she would do to the sexy goddess if she were forced into some sort of lesbian act with her sister-in-law. She didn't take long making up her mind. Some strange desire to symbolically announce her awareness that, lovely as Elana was, she was not in league with this girl, spelled out the nature of the sexual act. Tere she would suck. Tere she would work her tongue in and out of. Elana knew she would lap Tere's flawless cunt, if she had to do something. The realization did something to her. She smiled warmly at Tere who happened to glance at her then, and almost wished her game were not a game at all. The thought of sucking Tere off was abruptly more exciting than anything she could imagine. Except possibly getting Kevin to fuck her . . .
All the females with the exception of the sleeping twins pitched in and did the dishes, put everything away, then threw together a huge warm-before-serving dinner. Then they went off in search of lovers or husbands.
Mike was reading on the couch. He put out an arm to Francie who snuggled in against him. No one else was in the room.
"Mike," she said softly, "I love you."
He looked at her, putting down the magazine, troubled by the edge of sadness in her voice. "Hey, nut, I love you, too. You do know that, don't you? I mean, my complaint with you over the body-possession thing had nothing to do with my loving you. It's important that you understand that."
She nodded. "I do, Mike. It's just that.. . " She looked up at him. "I almost just fucked your brother Elliot, out in the back house," she stated, intent on reading his reaction, no matter how subtle.
There was nothing subtle about his response.
He broke into a loud, sincere laugh. "No shit? Out of sight! That prick's been hot for your box for a long time. It's about time he got up his balls and hit on you!" He leaned over and gave her a pleased kiss, then pulled away. "What do you mean, almost? How come you didn't get it on?"
Francie bit her lower lip. Whatever she was hoping he'd say or do, was not going to happen. "Tere came along and called to him. He was so hot he came all over my pussy, though. He said he wanted to suck me off all night long, if he could."
Mike seemed delighted and aroused by the whole thing. "Maybe I could take care of Elana so you could get it together. It wouldn't be too much of a sacrifice to ram that one." He grinned down at her, seeing the confusion in her eyes. "I really want you to understand how I feel about all this, honey. If we ever plan to get married and all, we have to be straight about this. I don't believe loving you means I have to seal myself off from every other desirable cunt in the world, and I'd feel that way if I was marrying anyone. And I don't dig the idea of you keeping your cunt for me alone, since that way leads to boredom. Fucking other people shouldn't hurt our togetherness, since I want to marry you for other reasons than just the fact that I love your twat. Great as sex is with us, doing it with someone new is also a blast. I don't want to feel
I have to give it up just because I love you. And the thought of you out there with Elliot, letting him fuck you or come all over you, just happens to excite the shit out of me. To such a degree that I want to fuck you right now, myself, even though fucking was not on my mind until you told me about it. So fucking others will make me a more loving husband to you, not a less loving one, and having you make the scene with other guys makes me want you even more. So why can't you just accept it and try to get behind it? Maybe we can get enough action going right here, with my homey brothers and their sexy wives to convince you. What say we give it a try?"
Francie nodded slowly. "I can't seem to help feeling jealous, Mike. But I promise to give it a try."
He grinned and stroked her breasts. "I bet you're hot, after almost taking on Elliot."
Francie nodded, her eyes going soft the way they always did when she began to get hot.
"I better not fuck you, since I really do want to get into Elana's sexy pants later, if I can. How about if I eat you a little, just to get the edge off before Elliot corners you again ? I know you. You need a come or two before really getting into it. I want you to give Elliot-and whoever else wants it-some of the best pussy they ever had." His hand dropped to her skirt and disappeared under it. "So I'm going to lick you nice and slow, slow and easy, until you're coming all over the place. I love the taste of your pussy, baby.. . " His hand wast up her panties, knowing from long experience exactly how she liked being rubbed.
"We . . . we can't.. . not here . . . like this . . . " she protested weakly, her cunt juicing at his touch. She spread her thighs a little so he could fondle her clit more easily.
He took his hand out of her silk panties. "Both these doors happen to lock. Lock them, then skin out of those pants and come over here. I want you to sit on my face."
Francie obeyed on weak knees. When Mike played with her this way she was jelly all over.
Mike watched her drop her panties and decided against having her strip all the way. There was something particularly exciting about taking her like this, where anyone might come by and knock, and when she was wearing all her clothing, as if she might have to get off him at any second. He felt himself getting an erection.
She walked over to him, naked under her skirt, and waited until he put a little pillow on the floor for his head. Then he got on his back and gestured for her to get into position.
Breathing hard, she kneeled at either side of his head and let his hands firmly guide her down on his mouth. Her skirt covered his head completely as he began to kiss the insides of her thighs.
"Damn, I can taste Elliot's come. You sure must have gotten the son of a bitch hot. He must have come a quart all over you."
Francie was about to apologize for not cleaning herself up, but realized that wasn't how he meant it. The thought of his brother shooting off all over her obviously excited him, so it therefore excited her. "He did," she agreed softly. "He was so hot he couldn't stop. He just grabbed his big cock and right away he came. Another second and all that would have been filling my pussy. He was ready to ram that rod right up me. He's really going to give it to me tonight.. . "
Mike began to suck her clit, his cock so hard it was threatening to bust out of his pants. Francie always was a talker. She loved to talk all the way through sex, always sensing what to say to make her partner even more stimulated than he already Was. It was one of the reasons she was so fantastic in bed. She had an uncanny awareness of key phrases and pet fetishes, so that the very first time they had ever fucked she knew somehow that he preferred her calling it a cock then a prick, begging him not to hurt her too much, as if she were a virgin, seeming somehow to have detected a faint sadism in him that got him hot at the thought of hurting a girl with his big cock, even though he actually didn't want to hurt anyone outside of his erotic fantasies.
"That feels so good . . . Elliot's big cock got me so hot, Mike . . . I just know he's going to ram it up me tonight. Maybe he'll make me suck his nice cock off, too. And he'll insist that I swallow every drop of it. Ooh . . . that feels so good . . . Is your cock hard, darling? As hard as Elliot's when he shot off all over me? Can you still taste his come on me? Ooh . . . aah . . . run your tongue in and out of my hole, too, Mike. Where Elliot is going to ram his giant cock . . . "
"Oh, fuck," Mike breathed, too excited to keep still due to the goading little voice he'd never been able to resist. He pushed her down onto the rug on her back, her ass on the pillow he'd been using, and began to suck her passionately. His aching cock was pressing into the rug soothingly, and her frantic thighs wrapping around his head muted her voice enough so that he could finish her off without spilling over himself. There was a price to pay from choosing such a mate, he thought sluggishly. But what a price . . . If they could only resolve that jealousy thing of hers they would be the happiest couple of all. Well, perhaps this weekend would do it.. . Then he stopped thinking at all. He was content to torment her plump clit with his teeth and tongue and spear her hole as best he could. When he knew she was ready he did what she liked best of all, knowing she'd plead with him to stop, but would kill him if he eve did. He opened his mouth and sucked the flesh around her clit, a steady sucking pressure that was uninterrupted by her wildly thrashing body. He continued sucking her like this until her words were muffled screams.
"No! God! Don't! Please don't! I can't take it! It's too much! No! Oh, God, no!" she sobbed as the steady sucking continued in spite of her pleadings. "You're sucking me! You're sucking me! Oh, God, you're sucking me so hard! Stop! Stop! Oh! Oh! Ooh! No! Ooh . . . ooh . . . oh . . . I'm coming . . . I'm coming . . . Now . . . now . . . suck . . . suck . . . ahh . . . ahh . . . Ooh . . . "
He didn't take his mouth away until she was finished spasming against his lips. Only when she was still did he release her delicious flesh.
She reached out for him without opening her eyes. "No one . . . no one in the world like you, Mike, darling, no one . . . "
He kissed her hard, then pressed his advantage. Now that he had gotten her consent to try sharing this weekend, he didn't want to let up on it. "I hope Elana likes it as much as you do, baby. Because I'm going to spend a solid hour lapping her sexy black cunt tonight. But not until after I pump this load into her. Sucking you got me so hot I'd love to go get her now and give it to her while you watch or tickle my ass or something. God, I'm hot!"
Francie stiffened slightly, unsure especially now that she was satisfied herself. "Do you want me to suck you, darling? Or beat you off? Or we could fuck . . . " Her hand started for his cock.
Mike grinned, reading her mind, the mind he knew so well. But he didn't press it, playing instead. "Naw, I better save it. You're so damn sexy I'd probably be limp for the rest of the night if I touched you now. Then there would go our experiment." He got up slowly and patted his still hard prick. "He'll adjust. Good for his soul. Besides, we'd better unlock the doors before someone misses us. And I'd better wash up before my dear sister gives me a sisterly kiss."
Francie got up and pulled her panties back on. The mention of Tere irritated her all over again. "I doubt if Tere is capable of a sisterly anything. I swear she's hot for all of you! Her own brothers. And especially Elliot. Mike, I'm sure your sister wants to fuck Elliot!"
Mike merely shrugged. "Let her. I think she's pretty sexy, myself." He unlocked the doors.
"Mike! Your own sister?"
He grinned and grabbed her, mock serious as he imitated her shocked voice. "Yes! My very own sister! If men were honest they'd admit that they'd probably all like to fuck their very own sisters, if it was possible. Simply because most men, bar the conditioning factor, would like to fuck any chick that's reasonably attractive-shit, not even that. It he's hot enough, most men with no thought at all, would fuck anything with a hole if it was willing, up to the probably including their own mothers. That, my innocent sweet, is the facts of life! So yes, if it comes down to it, I would condescend to fuck sister Tere-my very own sister!-who happens, incidentally, to be one sexy cunt." His speech over, Mike waved and disappeared into the hallway in search of a bathroom.
Francie dropped down on the couch, unsure what to make of the man she loved, a million conflicting thoughts running through her mind at the same time. Finally, in confused exhaustion, she fell asleep.
"Scott? Are you asleep?" Carol turned over on the bed. Its mattress was too firm. She was not comfortable and, although the heavy lunch and mountain air had made her sleepy, she could not sleep. Her slip was twisted around her taut body and she sat up to adjust it. "Scott?"
He turned over and opened his eyes. At once he smiled at her. "You called me, Carol?"
She looked down at him. At her request, he always slept naked, even for catnaps. She liked having him naked and ready, if she happened to feel like having sex. Besides, in a curiously masculine fashion, she liked looking at his body whenever she chose. "I can't sleep," she complained, in a deliberately whining manner.
They understood each other so completely. They had met in a gay bar in Hollywood. She had been a full-fledged lesbian since her teens, but he was only in the experimental stage. He had been blown by a few gay boys, and fucked by one insistent roommate at college, and had even been forced into sucking off two soldiers after a drunken party, but he was not entirely committed when they met. They had taken to each other at once, and had ended up going to Carol's house. There she listened to him expound on his loneliness and inability to get along with the average woman who expected him to play the strong male role, and finally she admitted that she hated homosexual life and longed for some trace of normality. But they hadn't fallen into each other's arms that quickly. Scott ended up renting a room from the slightly older girl, and slowly the friendship began to flower.
One night, after drinking a great deal, Carol confessed that she was hot, that it had been months since she had touched another woman or let one touch her. She admitted that she needed a tongue between her legs so bad that she was entertaining the thought of going out and picking up a woman right then.
Scott hadn't planned it at all. One minute he was listening to her, looking at her coldly beautiful face, and the next he was across the room and on his knees before her chair. He had never sucked a woman's pussy before, but it suddenly seemed the most natural thing in the world to him. She was wearing a robe with panties underneath, and he felt very sure of himself as he pushed the crotch of the panties out of the way and applied his virgin tongue to her wet slit. He ended up eating her cunt all night long, bringing her to orgasm repeatedly, until finally, as the first hint of morning entered the room, she took pity on his straining erection and spread for him.
He had mounted her gently, in awe over her beauty and instinctive ability to command them. He stuck his cock into her pussy carefully, as if into something sacred, and took the time to ask her if she were sure she wanted this, assuring her that he would do whatever she wanted, now and always, going off to bed with his cock on fire, if that's how she wanted it. But she urged him into her unbroken pussy, and they fucked silently, almost joylessly. Yet Scott had the most satisfying orgasm of his life, and by the time he returned to his perch between her thighs, his chin nuzzling the sticky hairs, he was hopelessly in love.
They were married three months later. On her terms. Which included conducting their lives to her comfort, agreeing to never have children, and to be sexually true to each other unless she saw reason not to be. He agreed readily, and had been blissful since that day.
"I just can't seem to fall asleep, she repeated.
He was all compassion. "I'm sorry, Carol. I know you're tired. Is there anything I can do? Would you like me to lick you? That usually makes you sleepy. Or would you like me to rub you?"
She looked down at his fat cock. Already it stirred a little, just at the possibility of sex. "I don't know . . . Yes, rub it. Gently. I feel restless."
He placed his hand on her mound and rubbed lovingly. Part of the reason they were inseparable was Scott's ability to always know what his wife desired, sometimes even more than she knew herself. Now the reason for Carol's restlessness popped into his mind with the solidity of fact. "You're restless, Carol, because being around all these lovely girls has excited you. It's been a long time since you've had any pussy, and here it is, staring you in the face. If you know what I mean. Elana, Tere, those twins, Francie . . . They're each so lovely, and obviously so hot. Bitches in heat, every one of them. Not worth a hair of your cunt, darling, but still . . . I think you are excited by them. I think you want to suck them."
Carol considered what he had said. Finally she nodded. "You're right." She sighed. "I thought that was all over with."
He rubbed her pussy a little harder and carefully parted the lips. She was unusually wet down tiiere, and her large clitoris was stiff. "I guess there will always be a trace of it. Not that it's important. Besides, something's going on in this house. We weren't called here just for business. I can sense it. You can smell the odor of cunt in every room. Everyone is excited by everyone else. I think my dear brother and his sex-pot of a wife has called up all together for a little fun and games. I'm not sure I'm up to it, even if you feel it's permissible, under the circumstances. But you, my dear, should take advantage of all this waiting pussy. Considering the quiet way we live, who knows when such a chance will come your way again?" His hand began to move, squeezing her clit and easing into her hole the least little bit. Suddenly his cock was very hard. "I want very much to penetrate you with my cock. May I, darling? Please?"
Carol considered his request. "No," she said finally. "I don't feel up to it. But you may play with your cock while you finger me, if you like."
He obeyed, grabbing his cock tightly in one hand, tickling her clit with the other. A blissful smile settled on his lips. "Would you like to suck one of those girls, Carol?"
She raised her hips a little. "Rub me a little harder, Scott. If you can't do both things at once.. . . "
"Sorry." He paid more attention to her wonderful cunt.
"Yes," she answered thoughtfully. "I suppose I would like to suck them, damn it. I really would."
"Which one," he asked, his prick throbbing in his hand. He rubbed the underside of her clit, then fingered her hole again.
She thought about it. "All of them, one at a time. Maybe Francie, most of all. No, Tere. No, Tere's too perfect, you know? I can't even imagine her cunt. Francie, then . . . all of them . . . " Her eyes closed as the finger started doing its magic, coaxing an explosion. "All of them . . . " She was silent as she came, but Scott was not. Feeling her come was all he needed.
He gave his prick a final jerk and moaned as the thick cream shot up out of his balls and showered his fist with dollops of sperm. Sighing, he removed his hand from his wife's crotch and licked his fingers. By the time he was through Carol was sound asleep. Kissing her shoulder softly, careful not to disturb her, Scott turned over and closed his eyes.
Elana and Elliot had some unavoidable work to do while the others entertained themselves. The demands of their mail-order business was not insufferable, but it did require constant checking. They were strangely quiet as they worked, sneaking glances at each other speculatively. When finally it was time to see about the salad for dinner, Elana spoke before leaving the office.
"Doesn't it feel like we should be taking a vacation? I don't mean only from working, but from . . . well, all the demands of our lives . . . " She eyed him thoughtfully.
He believed he understood her meaning. He grinned. "A sort of vacation from life, huh? Like a lost weekend? a drunken nobody-gives-a-damn weekend?" he asked hopefully. They smiled at each other.
"If everything works out that way, I probably won't remember a thing, come Monday morning.
"I probably wouldn't, either," she agreed, leaving the room. And so it was decided, should the opportunity come up, sex was the game, and no one would tally up the scores after the others had left.. .
The twins and Kevin, not surprisingly, did sleep. Nedra was the first to awaken. She yawned and stared out the window at the fading sunlight. Then she glanced down at her sister and Kevin. He was in the middle, as always, his arm thrown up across his handsome face.
As if sensing her eyes on him, Kevin woke suddenly and completely. He stared up at her, identifying her by feel more than sight. "Nedra? Hi, baby. Did you have a good nap? Shit, I sleep like a log up here."
"That one's hot for you. Did you know that?" She leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"What one?" He glanced in confusion at Norma. "Your sister?" Women confused him as a matter of course.
"The Oriental bitch. The one with the slanty eyes and big tits. Your sister-in-law."
"Oriental . . . oh! You mean Elana?" He laughed. "Man, you chicks sure are catty. Elana's maybe one tenth Oriental, if that. What do you mean, she's hot for me? "
Nedra studied his grinning face. "As if you didn't know. Why don't you give her some? She can hardly keep her eyes off your cock. And the way you stare at her . . . " She reached into his shorts and fondled his balls.
Now he knew she was just posing. His grin widened. "You know I always stare at tits and cunts when I can get away with it. I like it, and I never saw a chick who didn't, deep down. It makes them feel like women." He looked at her hand on his crotch. "I like that, too."
She ignored the compliment. "Are you trying to tell me you wouldn't like to fuck her?" She tightened her grasp on his balls. "Confess, or I'll deball you, Kevin Burns."
"You wouldn't dare. You like it too much." He made his face comic-scared. "I'll 'fess, I'll 'fess . . . I wanna fuck her. Now you going to beat me with whips?" He kissed her.
The voices finally woke Norma. She blinked sleepily. "Whips?"
Nedra laughed. "I just got our man here to admit that he'd like to fuck old what's her face, Elana."
Norma snuggled sleepily against Kevin. "That's nice. I always did believe in sharing the wealth. Can we sleep some more?"
Laughing and communicating like children with eye language, Kevin and Nedra began pelting the sleepy girl with pillows. When she had finished screaming, the three of them cuddled together and went back to sleep, Nedra's hand returning to his crotch.
Dinner went quickly. Afterwards they all gathered around the fireplace in the living room, comfortably talking about jobs, people, and finally movies. The subject somehow got around to x-rated movies and sex.
"Anything goes these days," Francie commented. "They get into subjects they'd never touch even five years ago. I saw a movie on . . . on . . . What's it called, Mike? You know, when you do it with animals."
He grinned. "Bestiality, dumb-dumb. You mean that Eric Shannborge flick. That was something else! I swear, it was the first time I ever got hot over a sheep, or whatever it was he was screwing!"
"Yes, bestiality, that's it. And then we saw one where incest was the subject, about a guy who was hot for his daughter. Nothing's sacred anymore." Francie smiled sweetly.
The barb towards his little lecture didn't go over Mike's head. He smiled back, just as sweetly. "But incest is no big thing, honey. I don't know why you insist that it is. Conditioning, that's all. Knock out the conditioning which lays a big taboo trip on incest, and everyone would be fucking everyone else, without thought of family ties."
"I think that's essentially true," Carol offered, surprising everyone. "Society imposes taboos, and they wouldn't have to if we naturally didn't desire these very acts."
Unexpectedly, Tere giggled. Everyone stared at her. "I'm sorry, but it's funny. You all sound so intellectual about the thing. I mean, we're all just talking about sex. Fucking. Yet I think you'd all be shocked if I flat-ass told you I'd like to go to bed with one of my brothers, huh?"
They all began protesting at once. A strange excitement gripped them. It was as if everyone was silently saying "this is it.. . this is it.. . "
Tere eyed them speculatively, a small grin on her lovely lips. "I've never really made any dust about it, but you all know I'd like to try out each one of you, all my brothers, that is." She laughed. "Even some of my sisters-in-law, if you want to get into another so-called taboo." She stared openly at the men. "I dig you, Kevin, darling. I bet you're great in the sack. And you, Scott, I don't know about you, but I'd be willing to try and see." She giggled at the way he whitened at her invitation. "And you, Mike, mmm, you remind me of some of the studs in the commune. We'd have a ball together, baby. No pun intended."
Mike was the only one of the three to meet her eyes openly. "Any time, Tere. Any time you say. Having you for a sister hasn't been easy. You were my first wet dream when I was a kid." He grinned boyishly.
Tere returned the grin, and her eyes sealed the promise. "Very soon, baby. For sure." Then she looked at Elliot. "And you, big brother.. . " She sighed. "You. Hey, Elliot, do you know you were the first man I ever loved? And do you know I really, really want you to fuck me?"
The room was in utter silence. Tere's playacting had stopped, and she was deadly serious.
"My apologies, Elana, honey," she continued. "But that's where it's at. Elliot's been mine longer than he's been yours, and I think it's a genuine drag that some silly rule or taboo says I can't fuck him. Now are you all shocked?"
Kevin spoke first. "You always shock everyone, Tere. Not so much by what you do, or even what you say, but certainly by the way you say the thing." He smiled. "Actually, the whole concept's sexy as hell, if you want to know what
I think. But taking it past the conceptual level is something else again. I guess most of us are conditioned more than we'd ever admit."
"But that's just a matter of degree, anyway." Mike looked thoughtful. "Dig. It's shocking or sinful or something to fuck your own daughter, right? But how about your daughter-in-law? And how about that same daughter-in-law if she'd been widowed, say, for the past five years? And if it's so shocking to fuck your sister, how about your sister-in-law?" He glanced over at Kevin. "You can't tell me, Kevin, that you've never thought of fucking Elana here, can you? I mean, I've seen the way the two of you eye each other! Hey, I'm not accusing anyone of anything, but face facts." He smiled at Elana, whose face seemed a shade paler than usual. "Or, for that matter, to bring the whole thing closer to home, what about me? I've wanted to get into your pants, Elana, since the first time I ever saw you."
There was a pause while Elliot got up and poured fresh drinks.
Everyone had been drinking quickly and steadily since the conversation became personal and sexual. Now they all accepted the new drinks with a protective glow.
Mike put his drink down after a small sip. He suddenly realized he was on the brink of being drunk, and that the others must be more or less there already. He had been doing the most talking and the least drinking of the bunch.
Finally, Elana answered. She raised her glass in a mock toast, too hot and too woosy to keep from spilling her drink. "I'm flattered. To say the least. And ready to give any old thing a try. Once, anyways.. . " She polished off her drink and held her glass up for another.
Nedra leaned forward, her pretty face absolutely demoniacal in the flickering light of the fire. "Talk, talk, talk. If my brother were here, I'd fuck him in front of all of you . . . She took another sip. "That would prove the point, once and for all."
Elliot couldn't keep from grinning at that. Hadn't anyone told Nedra that eating your own sister was another form of incest?
"A bunch of squares, that's what you are at heart. Making a big deal about fucking your brother-in-law!"
Mike decided to finish the drink, after all. He got to his feet shakily, deliberately pretending to be even more drunk than he was. That way, if it backfired, he could always be excused on the ground of intoxication.. . . One sober look at the gathering would have reassured him. Kevin was half-nodding against the twins, his hand on Norma's pussy and down Nedra's blouse. Elliot's face was dark with excitement, a sure sign that he had a big erection. Elana was breathing hard as she did in still another whiskey. Her hands shook as she fondled the glass. Scott was bent over in a blatantly fetal position, staring at the blank spot where Carol had been until a few moments before. Francie was staring at Mike, her face a mixture of desire and anger. But when she glanced over at Elliot, whose eyes were glued to her body, she smiled and her nipples immediately hardened.
"Shit, I resent that," Mike grandstanded, on his feet. "I'm no square, baby." He held his hand out to Elana. "Honey, unless you're a lot more chicken-shit that I think you are, you'll cuddle up with me on this nice rug and I'll fuck your brains out. With Elliot's permission, of course."
Elliot could hardly drag his eyes away from Francie to respond. Drunk as she was, Elana didn't miss that fact. It wiped out the last traces of her reluctance.
"My pleasure, Mike, old man. As long as I get reciprocal honors with . . . " Elliot gestured in Francie's direction.
"Goes without saying." He reached for Elana. "How about it, you beautiful woman, you."
Feeling like a pagan sacrifice, or a temple virgin, Elana nodded and got to her feet. She held on to Mike to steady herself, then allowed him to push her down to the rug. The flames, low as they were, illuminated them and threw the others into darkness, so that at the first touch of Mike's hand, she was able to forget anyone else was in the room at all.
The fire felt very nice on her flesh as he silently began to undress her. Elana was wearing a hostess robe, a long, flowing garment with an endless zipper. He started pulling at the neck, and touched her thigh before he had it open all the way. She wore a bra and panties underneath.
Mike pushed the soft folds out of the way until Elana was ringed in orange and yellow chiffon, the material making a halo around her as the dying fire threw a stage around the two of them. Her long dark hair was fanned out on the white rug, and the darkness of her bra and panties emphasized the whiteness of her flesh. When he had her arms and legs free of the billowing cloth, he reached under her back and undid the bra, pulling it off as he sat up.
Her eyes closed as the warm air teased her naked tits. It felt good, but not nearly as good as his mouth when it finally claimed a nipple.
"Uum . . . that's nice, baby . . . " She pushed her over-ripe body up at him. "Suck the other one, too."
Mike complied, wondering what the others were doing. It was so quiet he half-suspected they had drifted away. He turned his attention to her lush breasts and pebbly nipples. Slowly he began to feel his cock harden.
Francie watched Mike begin to undress Elana, and she felt a stabbing ache cut through the protective haze of the booze. He was kissing her, feeling her up, and try as she might, it still hurt Francie's guts. Ripping her eyes from the scene, Francie got up and walked quickly into the dark dining room.
She made her way to a chair without turning on the lights. She sank down gratefully, feeling the alcohol now when she needed it least. She sat quietly and alone only for a moment.
Elliot had waited only a second after the girl had left the room. Then he followed. Part of him wanted to stay and watch his wife be fucked by his brother, but the need to get inside Francie was too urgent, besides, he reasoned, he would have all the chance in the world to watch his wife get fucked. He was sure of it.
Francie looked up when she felt the hand on her arm, half-believing it would be Mike, ashamed and pleading to be forgiven. But when Elliot pulled her to him, she didn't resist. His mouth crushed hers, his tongue slipped into her mouth, and she all but forgot her anger, indeed, forgot her Mike.
This girl was like a firecracker in his arms. Elliot's cock was agonizingly stiff. He loved kissing her and rubbing against her. Like this afternoon, there was no possibility of holding back. He had to get into her pants with his prick or die. One come inside her pussy and he would be ready to do whatever she wished, for as long as she wanted it. But first he had to fuck the ass off her.
She let him undress her, all the while whispering in his ear. "What are you doing to me? Are you going to fuck me? Ooh, Elliot, I love the way you play with my tits. Aah . . . your hand in my panties is so wonderful.. . . Ooh! No! Don't do that to me with your finger anymore! If you keep sticking your finger up my hole like that I'll come all over it! Ooh . . . aah . . . that feels so good . . . "
Elliot didn't know what magic genie told her exactly the right things to say, but that voice of hers, so childlike yet worldly-wise, was driving him up the wall. There would be no stopping him this time. If his own mother were watching, he would have no choice but to go right ahead and fuck Francie in spite of the audience. Not that there was much to worry about this time. His own wife was probably getting a cunt full of Mike's cock by now . . . He kicked off his pants in record time.
Elana was totally caught up in the heat of her loins and the dying heat of the flames near her head as she felt rather than thought. Mike's head was between her legs now, gently, coaxingly sucking her pussy. He had tongued the sparse cunt hairs lovingly, then parted her thighs just enough to slip his tongue inside her. And now he was lost in her cunt, sucking and licking like he had all the time in the world.
A branch popped, depositing a spark close enough to the woman to cause her to open her slitted eyes more. She found herself looking, without horror or embarrassment, up into the faces of several watchers. Dimly she recognized Kevin, but although his eyes were hotly on her body, his cock was lost into Norma's gagging throat. Nedra was watching her also, and her hand was on her own pussy. They still wore clothing, but seemed to think nothing of pushing it up or down, as long as it was out of the way . . .
Scott was watching Elana also, a combination of desire and horror on his face, and unreadable mixture that would have amused rather than alarmed Elana if she had been less involved in what she was doing than she was.
Tere was staring at Elana and Mike as if hypnotized. It took Elana a moment to realize that the hand up Tere's cunt was Nedra's.
Carol, Francie and Elliot didn't seem to be around, but at the moment Elana couldn't have cared less.. .
Mike was lost in the shuddering wetness of his sister-in-law's cunt. The slippery flesh surrounded and engulfed him, filling his mouth with its creamy juices, his nostrils with its rich scent, forcing his senses to the awareness of nothing other than her physical being. He had started out to make a point with Francie, but now would be hard-pressed to remember her name, much less his point.
His prick was pressing against his belly menacingly. As he reached down and attempted to remove his clothing without interrupting his sucking action, invisible hands reached out and helped him . . .
He was into her; he was buried in her flesh, his strong cock wedged up against the mouth of her little womb. All the playing was over now, and he finally knew the ecstasy of surrounding his prick with her hot, sucking cunt.
He could barely move. It was impossible to move. As soon as he began the inevitable rocking back and forth in her pussy he would begin to come. Then this, their first real fuck, would come to an end.
Francie squirmed on the pole upon which she was impaled. "Oh, Elliot, darling . . . that feels so wonderful! Your big cock all the way up my hole! Ooh, Elliot, you're fucking me--
It feels so good.. . . " She wriggled her ass a tiny bit, but immediately stopped as his hands forced her to be still. "I can't help it." she sighed. "I can't stay still with your huge prick in me. My hole is stretched tight with you . . . Yours is the biggest prick I've ever had in me.. .
Again he wanted her to stop talking so he wouldn't spill over too quickly, and at the same time wanted her to talk, talk him off, something no one else had ever done to him. But no one else ever had such a soft, coaxing, little-girl, sophisticated-whore voice . . .
". . . Are you going to start ramming that big pole of yours into my cunt, Elliot, darling? I don't think I can take it. Oh, but I want to try! Yes . . . yes . . . You're going to start fucking me with that big banger.. . I know you are. Ooh . . . it feels so wonderful.. . " Francie tightened her muscles around the huge invader. "I . . . I think I can almost come, without your moving it at all. I think I'm going to come, just from feeling it in there, filling me, hurting me, loving me.. . "
Elliot was very still, but he bit down hard on his bottom lip. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. Elana was so difficult to bring to an orgasm. And here this little doll of a creature was getting her snatch all set to explode just from having his cock in her! He could swear he felt his cock grow another half-inch, just from the thought of it.
"Yes! Yes, I am! I can feel it! Oh, Elliot! I'm going to come, just from having that big prick of yours up my hole! I need fucking so badly, and Mike sometimes won't stick his prick in me for a week! I get so desperate I'll sit on anything. One night I even let a fifteen year old boy who lives downstairs from us fuck me!" She broke off her strongly erotic confessions to sigh and moan. "I'm coming . . . ooh, Elliot, your prick . . . your cock . . . fucking me . . . " She moaned more loudly while her muscles packed down around his cock with surprising strength as she came. "Aah . . . ooh . . . yes!"
Elliot held tightly to her dimpled ass as she came. The temptation to join her was almost overwhelming, but he held on tightly to control the urge. He wanted to ride her all night long, forever, if he could . . .
She was talking again, even before the waves had ceased to rock her belly. "That's so good, so good . . . I'm getting used to having your prick in me now . . . it feels like it's always been filling my cunt. So wonderful, so very wonderful . . . I really did sit on that little boy's cock one night. I was so hot I couldn't help myself. And Mike wants me to fuck other guys. But I wouldn't do it, so he wouldn't give it to me, and there was this boy with tight pants and a big hard-on sitting right outside my door. I couldn't keep from asking him inside. I couldn't keep from giving him his very first blow job . . . He shot his load right in my mouth. I swallowed every bit of it, then licked his cock and balls until he was hard again. I got so excited I even licked his asshole for him, but don't tell Mike that, okay, Elliot?" She tightened up on his cock again, obviously enjoying the press of her muscles against the rock hardness of his prick. Her own words were acting on her also, pitching her excitement even higher.
Elliot couldn't speak. Every word of hers brought him a little closer to coming. Yet what she was saying was too stimulating to turn off. So he listened, biting his lip until he tasted the saltiness of his own blood.
"It was so wonderful, Elliot, that boy. When he was hard again I sat on it. The kid didn't even know what to do. It didn't matter. I sat right down on it and came, just like I did now, came just from sitting on a cock. Then I fucked him good. I fucked him so good that I was sore the whole next day. I even did something I almost never do." Her giggle was shaky. "He was so young and strong, he barely came when he got another hard-on and wanted to fuck me some more. There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for his cock by then. So I sucked it until it was nice and wet, then climbed back up on his lap again, only this time I took his prick right up my asshole! I only let Mike give it to me that way once in a while, when I'm too hot to refuse him anything, or when my cramps are too bad . . . But I let this kid have me that way, and even though it was like trying to shit a brick, he was so big, I loved it.. . . " The memory, real or imagined, thrilled Francie so much that she began to move on Elliot's cock. "I loved it . . . just as I love your cock . . . just as I need your big, wonderful cock . . . Fuck me, darling, give it to me good. I don't care how much it hurts, just shove it up my hole . . . ram it into me again and again . . . "
The agony in his balls was without end or beginning. All choice was gone now, and he began to push his cock in and out of her. There was no holding back now . --. He began to fuck her in earnest.. .
Scott sat in a darkened corner and tugged on his short, fat prick. He wanted Carol badly, but his guess was that she was off in search of pussy. There was nothing he could do about it. Well, there was one thing he could do, and he was doing that right now. It felt wonderful, too. Carol didn't often let him play with himself. Today had been a rare treat, and this was a stolen extra, sitting here in the corner, with his prick in his fist.
He glanced nervously at the others. Kevin's prick was still deeply embedded in a mouth, but now it seemed to be Nedra who was blowing him. Scott thought his handsome brother had a magnificent cock. He was surprised at how attractive it was. Could it be that he had some lingering homosexual urges of his own? Scott considered the possibility. Would he like to be in Nedra's place right now, sucking Kevin's meat? He moved his hand on his prick a little more forcefully . . .
Elana was rocking back and forth on her back now, Mike's prick deeply up her cunt. He was fucking her with short, hard jabs, his mouth relentless at her nipples, biting and sucking them as he deliberately fucked her cunt like a truck driver. She was loving it. It was almost more than she could stand, this young male kind of fucking, thoughtless of her needs and for that very reason, satisfying them more completely than if that was his sole intention. She wrapped her legs around his ass and hung on, content to let him direct their fucking. Dimly she was aware of the others in the room. Their excited whispering and breathing was loud in her ears, yet it had nothing to do with the ecstasy she was feeling.
Mike loved the silky wetness of his sister-in-law's cunt. When he had first begun to plow it, he was only looking for a quick fuck. But he had felt so at home in her slick little pussy that he wanted to draw it out, explore the mouth of her womb with his cock as he had with his tongue. Her cushioning cunt lips were up against the wiry nest of hairs at the base of his belly and his huge, hanging balls bounced against her puckered asshole. He looked down as he slowly withdrew his cock, delighted to see the way the pearl-like inner lips trailed along with his dick, clinging to them as if he was turning her inside out with his massive tool. He sucked very hard on the nipple in his mouth, the ripe grape that was swollen from his sucking mouth, his hungry lips, his demanding tongue . . . All the while his prick continued to move in and out of her delicious pussy which seemed to be begging for more . . .
"Oh, my God!" Elana cried suddenly, surprise as well as passion distorting her beautiful features in the dwindling firelight. "I'm going to come! I'm going to come!"
From her voice Mike knew she was one of the slow ones, the kind of woman who extracts an orgasm only rarely, and then only as the result of great effort. Well, he thought grimly, I'm going to not only get this one from her, but another one as well . . . He pumped her faster, taking great pains to concentrate on his strokes rather than the feeling. He would ruin it by coming. He wanted to give her a time she'd never forget, a time which couldn't be overshadowed by Kevin when he finally got around to ramming her.
Elana came with a muted scream, her arm thrust against her lips. She tightened her grasp on him with her strong legs, then released him as best she could while the orgasm crashed through her body. Finally she fell backwards, her body limp, while the dick in her stayed as hard and demanding as ever. She sighed deeply. It was going to be quite a weekend . . .
His come was glorious, carrying with it the pent-up longing of more than two years. He shot what seemed like a cupful of semen into his brother's girlfriend, wishing he had still more to flood her with. He was aware that she came with him, easily, joyously, and that her excitement was still riding high.
Slowly Elliot withdrew his shriveling prick, pulling back far enough to look down at her lovely body in the darkness. She was even more than he'd dreamed.
"Would you like me to suck it hard again? I will, if you want me to. I'll do anything you want me to," Francie whispered softly.
Heart pounding, he bent over and kissed her come-dripping crotch. "I'm going to take you up on that, Francie, baby, but first I have to use the head. Wait for me here, huh? I'm a long way from being finished with you for the evening."
Actually, it was his curiosity about Elana as much as his need to piss that urged him into his clothing. That, and the long-standing need to be untouched at least for a few minutes following an orgasm. He kissed her pussy again before slipping into the other room.
Francie got up and thought about dressing. Instead she dropped to the rug again. She was by no means satisfied. It took a great deal to put out her fire when it was this high. She wished for a little action to tide her over until Elliot returned. She even considered playing with herself. But that was no fun . . . yet there was no one to play with . . . no one to talk to . . .
Without being able to read the younger girl's mind, Carol somehow sensed that the time was right to approach her. "Francie, my dear . . . "
Francie looked around, startled. "What.. . "
Carol dropped down next to her, a cool hand on Francie's bare knee. "It's me, darling, Carol. I've been here all the time, watching, hearing you and Elliot. It was . . . very exciting, darling." Her breathing was as loud as her voice. She worked the hand higher on Francie's leg. She had a number of remembered approaches in mind, but the warm scent of the naked girl drove them all away. Carol felt only the urgency. "Francie . . . I'm so hot . . . I have to do something or go out of my mind. You . . . you're so sweet, so beautiful . . . Let me kiss you, Francie. Please. Just a little, yes?" Meanwhile her hand was at the edge of Francie's wet cunt. She was tugging lovingly at the soft hairs.
Francie snapped out of her surprise. She hardly knew Carol, and now the woman was all over her. Strangely, it excited rather than repulsed her. "Kiss me? Kiss me all over? Do you mean you want to suck my pussy? Lick my cunt?"
Carol nodded mutely then, worried that the girl couldn't see the gesture, voiced her answer. "Yes," she groaned dryly. "Yes! Please!"
Francie leaned backwards, opening her legs as she got into position. "I love being licked. I don't care who sucks my pussy, just as long as somebody sucks it. It feels so good . . . "
Groaning, Carol fell to her knees and bent over the girl, kissing her way up Francie's adorable legs. The scent of sperm and pussy juice was strong as she moved up the insides of the girl's thighs, but Carol, usually fastidious, could care less. She was near coming herself when she finally reached the girl's slit.
It was then that Francie pushed her away. "Wait!" she ordered. "Listen, if you really want to eat me, first stick your tongue up my hole and clean it out real nicely. Elliot filled me up with his come. I want you to lick it off me. If you won't, then I won't let you eat me."
That did it. Carol was trembling with her orgasm as she pressed her mouth against the girl's well-stretched hole and began to suck it. The thick cream in her mouth tasted wonderful -she didn't wonder how much of it was girl, and how much man. It had been years since she had sucked a girl like this, and she didn't remember it being this good. Her own pussy was beginning to respond. She gave some thought to calling Scott in to help her out, but was afraid to leave Francie for a moment. By the time she got back Elliot might have returned, or some other lucky person would have come along and claimed the naked beauty. Her own needs more or less pushed aside, Carol got to work . . .