Chapter 4
In spite of the brightness of the sun, it was almost dark, almost cool, in the deep shadows where Tommy had run, after his sister told him who "the lady" was. He was looking as wild-eyed as freshly branded bull calf, and his breathing was fast and hard.
"Miz Rich-Bitch Cantrell?" he cried. His voice was harsh. "You must be out of your mind! Or dreaming!"
He took her by the arm and shook her, frowning. Then he began to laugh. "If I didn't know you so well-" he began, but Rachel jerked her arm away and glared at him.
"You're just like every other pig of a man that ever lived!" she cried. "You think you're so great, and then, when you hear that someone else wants you, someone sweet and wonderful, you back up and run! You think you're not good enough for a lady like Miz Cantrell? She doesn't think so! You think I'm lying? I never did lie to you before, did I?" She was shivering in quick anger.
Tommy reached out a hand to her. "I'm sorry, sis," he said softly. "I know you don't lie. But it's so crazy! I barely know her to speak to! Now, how in the name of God can I walk into her house and say: 'I've come to fuck, Miz Cantrell!' That's crazy!"
"If we had a phone, I'd phone her and let you listen. But I want you to go. I don't care what you say to her. It won't make any difference, I tell you! No matter what you say, it'll turn out the same way! You just can't believe how brave she is, and how good! And she's just like you and me, in lots of ways! Honest!"
"Yeah, sure," her brother jibed. "We've got Easter Creek to swim in, she's got a swimming pool. We've got all these woods, she's got Chinese elms and Scotch pines and a hedge of lilacs. Anyhow, she's older'n our mother."
Rachel thought of the sweetness, the softly rounded firmness of that wonderful woman's body, the achingly swollen breasts with the hard, deeply grained brown nipples, reddened by their excitement. Vd like to kick his ass, she thought. But instead, she took him by the hand.
"Come on," she said. "It's still early. Dad must be in town. Or down to Benton. And mom always works a little later on days like this. All I want is for you to take me by Miz Cantrell's so you'll see that we're friends and that I'm not lying."
"And no more than that?" Tommy asked. "I don't want you getting me into any kind of trouble. Okay, come on. Dad's in Benton, all right. Said he wouldn't be back until late. And mom sent word by a kid from the store that she was working until ten o'clock."
It was really wonderful fun, riding behind Tommy on his bike. There isn't much uphill or downhill in that part of the world, and the track along the dirt road is firm. In spite of the heat of the sun, Tommy was barely perspiring when they reached their goal.
And Elizabeth, looking down from her bedroom, seeing the lean strength and beauty of the boy, felt her knees turn to water, felt her guts squirm in a wild confusion of desires and fears. It was no longer a gay and adventurous idea. It was real. And the sudden flare of warmth between her legs gave her the strength and courage for whatever had to be done.
It took her perhaps ten seconds to snatch a soft, light dress from her closet, and another ten to wriggle into it. She smoothed it over her hips and belly as she walked downstairs. It wouldn't do to frighten or offend this boy, this man of only fourteen years, by flinging herself in his face. Therefore, she had not waved at the two from her window, or showed her flesh through the lace curtains. The dress, ah, that was different. It was made to show, not the surface of the flesh, but the honest, inflammatory contours of depressions and other delights of a woman's body.
Like her breasts and their thrusting nipples. Like the soft roundness of her belly, and the way the fabric followed as its lower part curved under, between her thighs.
She waved when she was on the porch, and called: "Hi, Rachel! It's so nice to see you! Is that your brother? Hi, Tommy! Thank you for coming by!" She walked to the porch rail and smiled. "Come on in out of that sun before it strikes you dead!" she called in her sweet, warm voice. "Even if it's only for a minute."
She saw the boy's lips move as he said something to his sister, and then saw her grin. So it was all right, so far. Rachel had said: "Don't worry. I told you he's shy, as shy as I am. But there's, oh, I don't know how to explain it, there's something so good about you! So nice, so natural! He's bound to feel it!"
Elizabeth had squeezed one of Rachel's lovely breasts, then, and answered: "He can't feel it too soon or too often to suit me!"
And Rachel had hugged her and said: "There! That's exactly what I mean! You're so human, so sweet! Oh, lucky Tommy!"
The boy shifted his grip on the handlebars, and for the space of a few breaths Elizabeth was numb with fear that he was going. He was so much like that marvelous boy she had loved and lost. Much younger, but so much the same. All that she would have given that boy, all that she would have wanted from him, she would give and get from Tommy. She breathed easier as the tall boy turned his bicycle up her path.
"Put it in the shade, Tommy," she said breathlessly. "Then the seat won't burn your, uh, well," and she laughed softly, "it won't burn you anywhere!" Her face was flushed, and the boy, looking at her, was suddenly struck by his sister's wisdom. She really is like us-just a nice lady, his young mind registered. He felt a lot better and showed it with a grin.
"I don't know about you two," the woman said as she turned toward the porch once Tom's bike was parked in the shade, "but in this kind of weather, I like lemonade, and lots of it! Come on in, unless you just have to go some place. Okay? Fine!"
They followed her into the house, down the wide hall which caught whatever breeze was stirring. In the big, bright, old-fashioned kitchen, they drank lemonade while Tom looked all around, until Elizabeth, after looking at Rachel and getting a nod toward the stairs, said: "Why don't we take the pitcher and go upstairs? We can be more comfortable, and maybe we'll find something interesting to show Tommy." She gave the boy a level look and said: "Your sister's already seen it."
She hugged Rachel, the two of them smiling at each other like old lovers, and boldly, right before the boy's astonished eyes, she moved her hand up and took a firm hold on one of Rachel's breasts, squeezing it out to a point. Just as quickly, she let it go, took Tommy's chin in her hand, and kissed him quickly on his cheek. And she spoke honestly and clearly: "I think this is maybe the luckiest day of my life." She was looking right at the boy. "I've found one truly wonderful friend in your sister. And if you'll be my friend, it'll be twice as nice!"
She walked to the stairs and turned, her heart thudding in delight as she saw the boy holding his sister, both smiling, and knew that what she had done was right and good for all of them.
Upstairs, Elizabeth kicked off her sandals and rolled on to the big bed, pulling a pillow up against the headboard, leaning back against it with her knees drawn up. She saw that Tommy's gaze was riveted on the shadowed valley between her thighs, and she let her knees drop wider. If he was too skittish, he could look away. She knew that her pussy, at least the display part, was clearly visible under her light dress in this sunlit room. But she looked at Rachel.
"Darling," she said, "do you want to climb up on the bed with us? Tommy," she said, and patted the bed near her feet, "this is the most comfortable place to sit. And Rachel can either get up by me or sit in the slipper chair."
She was so happy, so pleased with what life had brought her, that her goodness warmed her voice. Tommy felt a strange realization. He had never seen her until ten minutes ago, and now he felt as close to her as he did to anyone. To Rachel. To his mother. And all the time, not a foot from where his hand was braced on the luxurious bed, was that warm, sweet, fat-lipped pussy.
The trip here on his bike had been fun. It was always sweet and exciting to have his baby sister behind him, her strong arms around his strong body, her soft breasts pressing on his back. And to make it even more fun, she had a sneaky, laughing way of rubbing her hand down in his crotch. Damn, you can't even get to a guy's prick when you're riding double on a bicycle! But Rachel, knowing that as well as he did, found it fun to try.
He had asked her, as his strong legs pumped along: "Suppose I do go into Miz Cantrell's house? What do I do?" He had goose bumps, just thinking of another warm pussy. "How in hell would a guy like me start something with a fancy grown-up, like her?"
He had felt Rachel's cheek against his back, heard her laugh.
"If it's like it was with me," she said, "you won't have to start anything. And she won't start it. At least I don't think so. It just gets started, that's all."
And now, only a boy of fourteen, inexperienced and shy, he knew what Rachel had meant. No one had said anything out of line. Miz Cantrell's pussy had been there to look at. Or to ignore. No invitation to do what he was about to do. Because he knew that now, right this minute, in spite of everything he had been taught, he was going to put his hand right between those smooth, clean, warm thighs and fumble his fingers into the slippery sweetness of this strange, beautiful lady's cunt.
And in that second, Elizabeth's clear, sweet voice said: "Go on, Tommy, please. Please do what you were thinking!"
Studying it in his mind later, he wondered why he had not cried out in surprise. It was so much like some sort of witchcraft, his desire and decision to stick his fingers right into that wet, slick warmth coming on so strong, and then that marvelous woman knowing exactly what he was thinking. And telling him-no, urging him-to go ahead and do it.
Without even a glance at his sister, who sat with her pretty head on one side, just faintly puzzled, and without haste, he half turned and reached between those warm thighs.
It was marvelous. With Rachel, it was always rough-and-tumble play, as much as anything else. With both knowing exactly what was to happen. And what wasn't going to happen. But this warmth of soft, smooth flesh was new, and there were no limits to where he might go. No limits at all. And he felt no fear, no shame, no shyness.
He looked at the lovely woman lying there so still, her face in such a warm, encouraging smile, and he said: "You'll have to help me, Miz Cantrell. I'm afraid I don't really know what to do!" And as Elizabeth held out her arms to him, he shifted his hips and met her, mouth to mouth, feeling the same sweet glory, the same swelling heat, as he did with his sister. And yet it was somehow hotter, sweeter, more exotic. She was a woman, not a girl. Her legs were warmer, although he knew this was because almost always, when he had his hand between his sister's legs, they were outdoors, so her skin would naturally be cooler.
They were kissing, and he had his hand in the hair on her soft flesh, his fingers instinctively burrowing down into the hot, moist crevice where Rachel's little blossom of wild heat was buried.
She had come open further, somehow, so that his hand was in all of her cunt as he felt lower to get into her fuck-hole. Oh, God! This was really it! He was going to fuck! He was going to hold apart these sweet, thick rolls of soft flesh, so wildly exciting with their covering of cunt hair, the badge of maturity, and then his cock was going to sink into that slippery pudding of flesh and juice. As he had dreamed of for over two years. As he had thought of doing with Rachel, tortured by fear and need pulling him in opposite directions. His fingers moved slickly in that flowing darkness, where muscles softer than Rachel's, but busier, chewed toothlessly on his knuckles.
As he thought of what he must do next, of how he must get his jeans open so that his hard prick could fly out, Elizabeth broke off their kiss. Her dress had slipped back down her thighs. Her beautiful body was exposed almost to her waist, and she was holding him very gently, her hands on his waist, as she smiled up at him. And at that instant, two smooth arms that he knew so well came around his waist and unfastened his belt.
Rachel!
He had forgotten her, and by all rights, he should have been made more shy. But he laughed, a deep-throated, lusty laugh, as a man should. And he stood while his sister slid the soft, clean old jeans down his legs, along with his shorts, so that all of his hard, lovely young cock stood out.
I don't dare tell him I know less than he does, Elizabeth's mind flashed. And Rachel said in a low voice: "I don't think it matters at all, Miz Cantrell. You'll do all right. And so will Tommy!"
The boy knew that something amazing was happening, something that had to do with the mystic properties of the mind. This lady had known what he was thinking. His sister seemed to know what Miz Cantrell had thought, whatever it was. It didn't worry him at all, it just made him feel better than ever. To have both of them, his sister, who had seen his cock and handled it so many times, and this grown-up lady, whom he suddenly loved, holding on to his dick. He could just feel his balls swell and tighten, and he was glad that Rachel had stroked out the top of his load. Otherwise, he probably would have shot it before he could get into that live and smoothly twisting pussy.
"Would you like to take my dress off, Tommy?" the fine lady asked him. "And how about Rachel? Wouldn't it be lovely if all of us were together, here on the bed together? Rubbing our warm, naked bodies together?" She shivered with excitement. "Oh!" she cried, "I'd better be careful! I'm so hot! So hot! I'll begin to cum if someone so much as blows a breath on my pussy!"
It was absolutely beautiful to all of them So easy, so, well, comfortable. Rachel was out of her dress, laughing, and as Elizabeth stroked across the girl's soft mound, across the underwear she was so glad to have given the girl, she felt movement between her thighs and looked down, startled, to find Tommy's head there. Right on her cunt! And she felt a breath, a warm tickle, and the boy arose, laughing. "I blew a breath on it, and it didn't make you cum," he said. He was all gaiety, all shyness gone, and he turned to hold his little sister, so warm and bare, her skin so delightfully female against his hard young body.
He turned back to the bed, and Elizabeth looked at him, a little tense, now that she knew her cunt would be stretched, soothed, made more loving and lovable by male flesh going into it. Her voice was clear and sure, no matter how her heart thundered.
"Let me hold it for a minute," she said, looking into the boy's clear eyes. "Get over me, on your hands and knees. There, that's it! See, with your knees between my legs, and with me holding your pretty cock, you could just slip it into me."
But the young girl, who may have been the most courageous of the three, gasped out: "No!" put both her hands between the two who looked so ready to fuck. "Let me!" she begged, looking around at Elizabeth pleadingly. "Let me hold the sweet, soft, wet lips open! Oh, God!" she cried, as she used her fingers to get the thick flaps back, so that she alone of all of them, could see the tiny red veins tracing their hot pattern on the shiny-pink flesh, could see the sweet, clear pussy juice oozing out of the warmly moving cunt hole. "It looks so beautiful!"
She pushed her head quickly under Tommy's hard young belly and caught his cockhead in her mouth. She gave it a quick hard suck and he, carried away by the dream-like licentiousness of it all, fucked into her head, feeling the warmth and slickness of his sister's mouth, knowing he would never again refuse her the joy of sucking him off.
There was such a fire of love raging in Rachel's heart and body that she was sobbing, knowing she would probably start to cum as soon as she saw her brother's dick go into that tight and grasping vagina which her hand had found so sweet. She held her hands so that her thumbs would touch the male penis when it went in, and whispered: "Now, Tommy my dear! Now! Go into her!"
And she was deeply moved as she saw it go in, the dark, shiny head going out of sight, the spear of flesh follow it, and then to feel the sinuous, strong heave and shudder of Elizabeth's flanks as her beautiful ass came up off the sheets to meet the cock.
She could smell the thick, warm perfume of lust, of a very hot cunt opening and flowering out as her brother's dick went in.
She could hear Elizabeth's voice, not in words but in a husky moan: "Aaannnhhh! Aaannnhhh!" and then a word or two that were clear and definite: "Fuck me, fuck me! Ohhhh! OHHHHHH! IT'S SO GOOD! OH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"
And each word was accompanied by a strong heave that rammed her body up. so that Tommy coming down, was getting his dick into the warm, lovely widow so hard that their bodies plopped together like gigantic handclaps.
The girl was lying on her side, now that the Widow Cantrell had her beautiful legs wrapped over Tommy's lean body. They were both grunting like hogs rutting, and the girl, her face only a few inches from the split into which Tommy was fucking so hard, saw his column turned dark red from his heat, saw it go in and come out, making a regular, warm, sloshy sound.
In her joy at the sight, she began to frig herself with her finger, reaching deep into her slippery young cunt with two fingers, stretching it as she imagined Elizabeth was getting stretched with that beautiful cock she had jerked on so many, many times.
She felt, rather than saw, a final, terrific flurry of thrashing legs and bodies as Elizabeth screamed again: "FUCK ME, TOMMY! OH, WONDERFUL BOY! OH, LOVELY! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!" And then what she begged for, apparently, for she screamed again, but not so loud: "I'm Cumming! Fuck hard, Tommy! Make me cum real good!"
And the girl, so proud of her kin, watching him pumping it into the sweet, warm pussy, making Miz Cantrell cum again and again, but holding on to his own passion, keeping his load in his balls.
When the woman stopped thrashing and lay still, her flanks heaving, she reached blindly for the girl and found her split bottom.
With precise and tender fingers, she went into the hot, slickly convulsing young vagina, pressing delicately on the very spot where Rachel's heat was highest and hardest. "My dear," she was whispering. "My dear! Oh, let me make you cum too, darling! I know how much you need it! Oh, there it is, baby!"
And, as the overwrought girl let go all her feelings, letting her orgasm cum with a soaring scream, her young cunt gripping and twisting on Elizabeth's fingers, the older woman, continued to stir the violently straining inner nerves and muscles with her accurate, soft fingers, gratefully feeling the continuing hardness of the young boy's cock. Only when Rachel turned to and fro, her young voice whimpering a plea to stop, did Elizabeth withdraw her kind and educated digits. They were streaming with pussy juice.
How glad I am that I found this courage, she thought. These darling children, so brave and hot, would die in their shyness if someone weren't here to be the leader. She felt humble, knowing that she was the least likely of teachers, but knowing that, in the land of the blind, the man with one eye is king.
She rubbed her left hand warmly on the boy's back. "You're so wonderful, Tommy," she said warmly. "Would you believe that this is the most fun I've had with my body, my pussy, in more than twenty years? Ohhh, careful young man!" as the boy rammed into her tender cunt with youthful power and enthusiasm. "A lady's pussy gets very sensitive and tender after a big orgasm. A big cum. And you, you lovely boy, you certainly gave me a big one. And you didn't even cum, yourself, you wonderful little man, you!"
She reached easily around his hard, smooth buttock and got her warm fingers around his balls, fondling them, feeling the boy go tense. He laughed doubtfully, apologetically, and fucked deep into her slack inner folds, so slick with warm juice.
It was a super-luxurious feeling. To be in a cunt, a real cunt, fucking like this, feeling so lewd, so loose. And still, not feeling scared. He knew why that was. Nobody was about to come rushing into the room, screaming vilifications and threats. Safety had a lot to do with fucking fun, he realized. And not to cum! He owed so much to Rachel!
He got up on his knees so he could see Rachel and Miz Cantrell both. His sister looked more beautiful than he had ever seen her. Her boobs were so large, her nipples so hard. He could smell cunt all around, and saw the lowest hairs on Rachel's cunt were dark with juice from inside her pussy. As he looked, Miz Cantrell's inner muscles gave his cock a strong bite, and he involuntarily fucked into her again. He felt so changed, so grown up., so proud. Equal to anything. He wanted to say: "Let me suck you out, Miz Cantrell!" but the words stuck in his throat. To his utter shock, he heard Rachel's voice: "I think he wants to suck you, Miz Cantrell." And then, in an ordinary conversational tone: "He never has done that, and I know he'd love it!"
The woman felt her heart expand with love and gratitude. This lovely child, this unselfish sister! And the wet heat in her cuntal area seemed to gather and increase, so that she could not help a convulsive movement which started in her loins.
"Oh, would you, Tommy?" she cried. "Oh, how lovely that would be!" She could not help fucking up at him as he knelt between her smooth, strong thighs, so utterly manly, so boyishly appealing. She started to say: ' Do you know how? Because I don't." But she knew it might take the edge off the boy's confidence, and she would not have done that for all the world.
Instead she put her hand around his cock and held it, saying: "Don't pull it out of me ... oh, the wonderful, hard thing! ... until we decide exactly how you want me! Oh, you feel so good in me! When you make it throb like that!" And her cunt bucked at him.
He was the picture of poise, pleased with himself to the point of deep joy, almost of conceit. He answered: "I want-well-could you reach it up to me, sort of? Because if I have to lie on the bed to reach it, I'll shoot my load all over your nice bed!"
His sweetness and his boyish naivete raised Elizabeth's pussy-heat another notch. In spite of herself, her inner muscles glued themselves to his strong young dick, milking it as if to force him to shoot his load of semen. He giggled, enjoying the feeling confident that he could hold it.
"When you pull it out, I'll nearly die," Elizabeth said, a strained note in her voice. "But yes, I know what you want me to do. And I know I can do it. Oh, Tommy, suck it hard, won't you, baby? Right at first? Because I sure feel yummy and cummy!"
She giggled crazily as she spit these words out, warmed by such a raging fire inside that she felt as if she could shoot her juice clear to the ceiling, knowing she couldn't. "Let me get my hands under my hips," she said. "When you pull out, I'll throw my legs up and I can balance myself on my hands. Oh Tommy, I can hardly wait!"
She got her hands braced, and felt other hands on her, warm, soft, sensitive hands. Rachel's. The girl was smiling at her tenderly. "I'll help you get your legs up. Miz Cantrell," she whispered. "That way, it'll almost be like I was getting it, myself!" Her voice choked off as she swallowed a fast flow of saliva.
"Come on, then!" the Widow Cantrell said in a high, aching voice. "Pull out, Tommy, boy! Ohhhh! Oh, God!" And she quickly raised the lower half of her body, aided by the strong, sure grip that Rachel had on her ankles. Through the red mist of lust that dimmed her eyes, she saw the love in the young girl's face, and then it disappeared. Her crotch was wide open, like an inverted ballet dancer's hardest exercise, and she could feel the kiss of room temperature on her heated cuntlips like a cold breath. She was so hot! And then there was the incredible sensation of a warm and moving mouth pressing on the needful cuntlips and she soared into the black flames of lust, all senses buried under the vast, all-covering cloud of hard orgasm which started at her womb and flared all through her.
He was on her lips, kissing and sucking, and it was not enough. He had moved to her hole and was literally sucking her out. She felt him gulp as he got a great mouthful of her cunt ooze. There was a drawing, shocking wave of love in her and going out, and she knew that his suction was pulling her cunt walls together, so that nerve rubbed on spasming nerve. And even this, great as it was, gut-tearing as it was, was not enough. And then he held her thighs tight, hugging them and holding them immobile, and his mouth and tongue found her clitoris, sucking at it as if to pull it from its quakingly tender hiding place.
And that was too much.
She was aware that her back was leaning against Tommy's knees, his thighs, his chest. She wanted him to shoot his load on her, wanted to feel the hot blast of his jism as his powerful young gonads squeezed it up and out of his balls. But all she could do was offer her cunt, beat her hands on the mattress, and scream her joy.
When she felt her pussy try to close itself, when she felt she hadn't another drop of cum-slime in the last, darkest, farthest fold of her cunt, she collapsed. Gladly. Feeling as if her entire fuck-system had been drawn inside out. Even her womb and her ovaries, usually functioning blindly and without feeling, seemed to glow and expend their stored energies to complete this warmly marvelous happening, this sense of delicious emptiness. His cock had made her feel full, now his lips had made her feel darkly, starkly drained, but alive with aftershocks of sensation.
On her back, eyes gradually focusing again, she heard the boy moan with some inner pain, and moved so that she could see what was happening. It was gorgeous, so beautiful that she could have wept in sympathy and love.
Lying on his side, his loins arched to offer all his cock. Tommy was pushing prick into his young sister's mouth as he had been doing to her pussy a few minutes before. The girl's body was quivering as the boy rammed it deeper and deeper into the girl's sweet young gullet, and she was holding his buttocks, trying to get him deeper into her. And he was talking: "Go on, baby, get it all," he was murmuring, his hands urging her quickly moving head. "I promised you. It's all for you, Rachel." It was now almost as if the girl had stopped the bobbing of her head and mouth, and her brother was fucking it into her.
From where she lay Elizabeth, her own pussy tingling with the beauty of completion and fulfillment, saw the strong muscles in Rachel's throat move as the cock went deep into her throat. She shuddered in sympathy, knowing the delights that such a massage could give the young lad's prick, already so hot and hard.
But she remembered the sweetness of this girl-child as she had forgotten her own needs to help them both, to hold the older woman's eager cunt open, to watch her brother's first full-fl-edged piece of warm, drooly female ass. And this lovely child, so hot and still so thoughtful, was writhing in the not-quite-orgasmic joys in her cunt. She was kicking her legs as though swimming, and drawing her knees up, sometimes, almost to her soft breasts. When she did this, her softly -haired pussy protruded from between her thighs and buttocks, which looked so smooth and wide.
Without an instant's hesitation, in fact, with the deepest of motivation, Elizabeth turned her slender body so that she could hold Rachel's thighs apart. She closed her eyes and licked her lips just once, imagining the joys of tasting this girl's hot, clean, hard-flowing pussy.
She got her lips between the hairy softness of the thick lips at her first try. It pleased her deeply that she could do this. Not a Lesbian thing, the books had said. Bi-sexual. As though any right-thinking, hot-blooded woman gave a shit about names. This was love, this was what she wanted, and she drank the hot, delicately redolent juice from Rachel's moving pussy as if it were some life-giving serum.
It's a good thing I've had it sucked out of me, Elizabeth thought, unable to grin in the slushy and beautifully responsive vale of tender flesh which enclosed her mouth. Else I'd be too hot to know what I'm doing.
Now that she had gripped Rachel's strong young thighs, holding them to her so that her own cum-aching breasts were mashed flatly, marvelously against her, she simply sucked and kissed and enjoyed the flow and the sweetness of the girl's cunt juice. She had a pleasant warmth left deep inside her, and she hoped that Tommy would be able to fuck her again. Longer, slower, harder. And that his delicious cream could shoot into her, up to her womb, slicking her cunt walls still more than ordinarily.
There was an extra frenzy of movement in the girl's body, and Elizabeth heard the long shout as Tommy came: "Oh. thank you, sis! Thank you! Feel it shoot, baby! IN YOUR THROAT! SWALLOW IT, SIS! SUCK IT ALL OUT! I PROMISED YOU!"
The girl's ass was out of control. It was almost more than Elizabeth could handle, but she knew the warm-blooded child was deep in her throes of orgasm, and needed the loving pressure of the older woman's lips and tongue, the suction that made it complete.
They were all panting and laughing when Rachel at last stopped cumming. They were all slick with sweat, too, and Elizabeth licked up some of it from the edge of Rachel's cunt hair, licked and chewed down softly on the moist, sweet flesh.
The girl moved to kiss her, and the older woman saw big, pearly drops of Tommy's male seed at the corners of the young girl's mouth, and met the child open-mouthed. It was so rich and thick and utterly lovely that it made her guts writhe, and after she had licked up all on the outside, Rachel whispered: "Here, kiss me! Really kiss me! I saved you some of Tommy's jism!"
They locked in a slippery embrace, and Elizabeth felt the heat, the deep joy, of sucking out deposits of the boy's seed, along with the sweet saliva of the girl, the two women joyfully exchanging every evidence of mutual love they had.
When they broke their embrace, it was to see Tommy, sitting with his arms around his knees, laughing at them. "There's still a drop on the tip of it " he teased, and gave a deep moan of pleasure as Elizabeth, her eyes rolling up to his, sucked out the last drops of his rich seed. To make it even more perfect for both of them, she mouthed his balls, washing them with her tongue, gently sucking on them both, holding his wilting cock as she gave him this loving gift.
She could think, for the moment, of nothing but love and the solid, warm feeling in her cunt, and so she was startled and shocked when she heard the boy say, plaintively: "I'm sorry, Miz Cantrell, but I've got to get up and get dressed and go home!"
She let him go, and was about to sit up when she felt the warm hand of the girl on her breast, holding her down, and heard Rachel's amused voice: "He's all right, Miz Cantrell. I think he's just hungry!"