Chapter 2
The pool had an irregular, flowing shape much like a natural pool, jacarandas planted in large, barrellike containers accenting the outdoor feeling along with brightly flowered hibiscus bushes, which were planted in open sections of the brick floor. The wall facing the house was concealed with hanging ivy, the east and west walls almost entirely glassed.
Clarise was stretched out in a woven hammock which was tied between two trees at the water's edge, the brick floor to one side of her, the pool at the other. She wore a one-piece maillot of cobalt blue, ribbed Lycra that fit like a sleek second skin. The legs were cut to the tops of her hips at the sides, the wide neckline revealing the insides of her full breasts while the outsides were revealed by the deep cut sides. Only her waist was covered at her sides. There was only the sound of gently splashing water, a fountain upon the terraced floor across the pool from Clarise and the house, the pool's water recirculated through it to spill down over the curved ledges.
Felice stepped through the open French doors that led from the house and Clarise smiled toward her as she looked around the two story high room, taking in the tropical feeling. Clarise reached down beside her and lifted a hand-rolled cigarette from the hammock and lit it with a lighter.
Felice saw Karen moving about on the other side of the pool, the plants concealing her for a few moments. The woman had an ankle length sarong wrapped around her waist, her diminutive breasts uncovered, the rosy nipples standing out erect from their plump aureoles. Checking the condition of the bushes and trees, Karen seemed unaware of Felice's arrival and Felice moved toward Clarise.
Clarise held the joint out to Felice and the girl inhaled deeply, sucking hard and she handed it back, holding the marijuana smoke in her lungs.
"Nice blend," Felice commented in a tight voice and she handed the cigarette back after tapping off the hard ash. Clarise's big breasts swelled against the molding suit as she inhaled and Felice unlatched her wrist cuffs before taking the joint back.
Inhaling, she saw Karen walk up toward the top of the terraced area across from them and Felice noticed the fountain. It was a reproduction of Michelangelo's David in polished marble. Standing three feet tall, the statue had been altered, a huge phallus standing out from the crotch, the water gushing through it. Karen stopped in front of the fountain-statue and she unfastened the brightly hued cloth from her waist, letting it drop down into the flow of water which carried it to the pool. Her exquisite legs akimbo, her uptilted ass parted, Karen touched her hands to the shoulders of the statue, staring down at the face for several moments. Then, she slowly lowered herself, the water gushing up from the tip of the big cock to spatter against her approaching cunny.
Keeping her grip on the marble, Karen's underslung slit opened to the rush of water, the thick curls of her muff clinging damply to her full mound. Her eyes lidded with pleasure as her fingers operated a dial at the nape of the statue's neck that controlled the pressure of the water. Squatting, she pressed the top of her furrow to the marble shaft and moaned as the water drummed against the pulsings of her clit. Her head tilting back, she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips, her knuckles white from gripping the shoulders of the statue. Turning on the balls "of her feet, she pivoted against the smooth marble cock, the water frothing around it and out of her slit to splash down between her shapely legs, her firm thighs almost touching against the tapering contours of her calves.
Karen rose up slightly and the fountaining tip of the phallus slipped down into the pink splay of her cunt, nuzzling into the quivering portals. She pressed her teeth into her lower lip, tightening herself around the stone, her body curved forward, emphasizing the in-sweep of the small of her back and its dimples. The lush moons of her ass cheeks rocked from side to side above the pink heels of her feet. She murmured, luxuriating in the steady flow of the water up into her nook, at the caress of the water spilling out against her nether lips. Gradually, she began to shift closer, taking in the eternally erect prick, its bulk stretching her. She groaned, her shoulders bunching and she trembled with a flurry of orgasms, her naked flesh burning feverishly, the pursed tips of her nipples thrusting out hard.
She pressed her lips to the David's face as she twisted herself upon the great jut of its prod, her juices mixing with the water as her underbelly began to convulse with delicious heat. She kissed the smooth lips and cheeks, her thighs pressing around its hips and she hugged her body against the lithe figure, stroking her nipples over the nose and eyes, her hips thrusting against the carved loins, her recesses roiling with spasming waves of pleasure, her eyes glazed with arousal. She sucked air in through clenched teeth, her thighs clutching the marble body to her as the spasms intensified, pulling her consciousness to her hive as it seemed to blur into an accelerating vibration of sheer ecstasy and she cried out with joy as she climaxed, her tensed body shaking against the sculpture.
Her shoulders rising and falling with her strained breathing, Karen rested her cheek against the David's head, her arms hanging loose around its shoulders and she dropped down to her knees, her underbelly quivering around the marble prick, the still flowing water now soothing her as it flowed gently around the shaft and over the heat of her channel and labia.
Finishing her cigarette, Clarise was watching Felice who was observing Karen. Felice's breath had deepened, her hands tight around the edges of the kimono's open front and she had almost been able to feel the big phallus within her own nook as Karen had ridden upon it and she had grown damp with empathetic pleasure, watching Karen's gorgeous backside rolling and tightening, seeing the long legs moving like a Limbo dancer's. Now she watched Karen's knees move away from the statue as the woman slid from the fountaining shaft. Karen's fingers readjusted the pressure before dropping away from the back of the statue's neck and the water splashed over her stomach as she eased down onto her side, her legs curled before the sculpture, the fountain-head gleaming with her juices. The languid arrangement of her legs accented their perfection, the upper sides of her thighs flowing into the rise of her hip, a supple shallow between it and the ripe curvature of her uppermost buttock. The water slid over the upper terrace and beneath her, her head turning to touch the side of her mouth to the cool liquid, her breathing returning to normal.
Felice's grip on the robe relaxed and she slid it back from her shoulders, Clarise watching it drift down her back to drape upon itself atop the bricks. She unfastened her necklace and held her hand back over the robe, dropping it onto the cloth without looking. Clarise's eyes moved down the contour of Felice's back to her narrow waist and then to the triangular cleft at the top of the voluptuous fanny's cleavage as the girl's body swept outward with her high, full hips to form the widening ovals of her silken ass cheeks. Only the narrow triangle of the string covered part of them and the valley between.
Felice reached around to the small of her back, the rounded points of her shoulders thrusting forward as her fingers unclasped her waist chain, her breasts shoving forward against the halter top, the points gouging the thin fabric with the juts of her round nipples. The pearl shifted atop the burnt-orange triangle concealing her cunny and her hands came around with the ends of the chain for one to drop it back with the necklace. She stepped forward and lifted up onto the balls of her feet at the rim of the pool, her body arching for a moment as her arms extended. Clarise watched her rise up and dive into the clear water of the pool, becoming an abstract pattern of colors beneath the rippling surface.
Clarise linked her fingers behind her head, her eyes turned toward the pool as Felice rose up out of the water, water splashing about her, her arms up, her breasts pulling almost free of the top to give a glimpse of her rosy-pink aureoles. Her mouth open to gulp air, Felice curved her arms and body forward, kicking back, and she submerged again. Clarise shifted her eyes to Karen who was turning onto her back, the base of her head resting against the top level of the terracing, her body across the next one down, her fanny indented upon the edge of the next and her legs spread over two more, the water furling around her as it returned to the pool via the fountaining phallus. Tilted toward Clarise, Karen's body was displayed invitingly, her slit showing between the thick curls of her muff, her long legs stretched out, her arms spread. Clarise smiled to herself and looked up toward the high ceiling before letting her eyes close to the feelings of blissful contentment that the grass had produced. The sounds of the fountain and of Felice swimming lulled her into a half-sleep. The raised position of her arms pulled her big breasts high on her chest, the sleek fabric clinging as the insides of her tits swelled above the low neckline.
Felice bobbed up in the water and wiped it from her face, shaking it from her hair, her lips parted to her quickened breathing, her flesh tingling from her swim, her senses heightened. She leaned back, her arms loose at her sides and she floated on her back, her relaxed legs drifting before her, lower than her body, only her face and the peaks of her breasts above the surface. The thin cotton of the top clung to her breasts which had widened against her body, their upper curves more defined. The wet fabric was translucent, aureoles and nipples looking like hazy shadows. Beneath the surface, the front triangle of her bottoms was a darker orange over her wide-topped pubic fur, the cleavage of her ass showing as a shadow down the center of the rear triangle.
She turned her face toward Karen and smiled at the sight of the spent woman's naked body draped down over the terraces and then turned her face toward the hammock at the other side of the pool, seeing Clarise apparently napping, a relaxed smile on her lips. Letting herself drift, Felice turned her face upward and let her eyelids close. She floated in the gently shifting water, hearing only her own breathing and the splash and trickle of the fountained water. Her arms lolled out from her sides, her hands open and her calves sank down lower, her shapely thighs seeming especially long due to the baring of her hips by the string. Her short hair floated like liquid gold beneath the surface, droplets of moisture gleaming upon the centers of her luxuriant breasts. Her thoughts wandered and she remembered the first time she had been in this house several years before.
Felice had overexerted herself during that very hot day and had begun to feel ill. Wearing a loose, batiste nightshirt trimmed in pink, she had gone to bed early, but had been unable to fall asleep, lying for what seemed hours in the big bed. Moonlight had provided her with a pale illumination, the tan walls and teak furniture taking on a dark sepia coloring. Perspiration spangled her forehead and she had brushed the parted bangs of her then shag cut hair back, her arm seeming heavy, the loose cuff of the nightshirt sliding down her forearm. She let her hand drop to the pillow beside her head, her lips parted to her breathing, the air seeming heavy. With effort, she used her other hand to push the ultramarine cover down to the middle of her stomach, her flesh feverish.
She had swallowed hard and dampened her lips with her long tongue, wishing she had something to drink, but not having the energy to get up. She lingered on the border of sleep, slipping back and forth, having lost all sense of time. The moonlight touched the gold of her hair and the patina of perspiration on her forehead and upper lip. Then she slowly became aware of a shifting in the light and she forced her heavy eyelids up, letting her head roll to the side so she could look down the length of the bed.
Felice momentarily had wondered if she were dreaming, seeing Clarise's face and throat seeming to float in the shadows. The light shifted again and a silver candle-holder was moved from behind Clarise, revealing that the woman wore an indigo caftan with a white placket that buttoned to her throat. The candle had been held by Jill, Clarise's daughter, who wore only a collar of silver links. Felice had decided that she was having a fever dream.
The mother and daughter had seemed to float weightlessly across the room toward the bed, separating to move around to either side. Felice had remained still, looking up at the innocent beauty of Jill's face, surrounded by her waist length mane of electrically rippled, auburn hair, the waving starting from her hairline and increasing downward as it spilled over her shoulders and down around the tapering globes of her maturing breasts. Felice had noticed the three slender braids at either side of Jill's face that hung down before her ears, the lustrous mane brushed back. The girl's rounded forehead flowed cleanly to the curves of her eyes, creating a Renaissance effect with her hair, the upper lids curved over a third of her oval eyes which were a bright green, large and prominent under arched eyebrows and between dark lashes. The candlelight had shifted over the graceful rounding's of Jill's cheekbones out from the bases of her lower lids and touched the short bridge of her nose which narrowed at the center, sloping with a slight definition into the tip and nostrils which were without division. Felice's lowering eyes paused at her friend's mouth with its slightly wide, un-cleft upper lip, the full pad curving high while gently curling at the corners, the lower lip plump above the rounded jut of her chin, her jaws angling out and up to their points which were parallel to the base of her lower lip. The candlelight had shone on the girl's slender neck, the backward curve to her shoulders accented by the girlish rises of their points, which created shallows beneath the outsides of her collarbones.
Felice blinked her eyes, still uncertain if she was asleep and dreaming, or awake and hallucinating in a delirium, the girl and woman not moving. A bead of wax dropped from the candle to cling to the silver stick's wide lip. She blinked again, her eyes upon the high-set, pert globes of Jill's blossoming breasts that narrowed with the pale pink aureoles and jutted out in long, pink nipples that pointed to the sides. Felice lowered her eyes to the defined curve of Jill's stomach that narrowed from the underarch of her ribs into a narrow rise with her abdomen which flowed down between slender, but full hips to the mound of her sex which soft, light auburn ringlets gauzed. Her eyes could go no lower without her raising up, or turning her head at a painful angle and so she rolled her head to the other side, seeing Clarise looking down at her tenderly.
Clarise's hair had been a dusky silver, worn shorter in wide waves that fell to her shoulders, parted in the center. She reached out above Felice and the girl had looked up to see the candle pass from Jill's hand to her mother's. Clarise tilted the candle to touch the flame to the wick of a candle on the night table at her side and the cerise wax spilled to cling to the mauve candle in beads. The candle was passed back to Jill who had set it on the matching table at her side of the bed. Felice moistened her lips again as Clarise's deep blue eyes smiled at her and the woman's fingers stroked her damp forehead, pressing back the bangs that had clung in small ringlets.
Clarise's hand moved to join Felice's upon the pillow and she had closed her hand partially around the woman's, feeling the bed shift under Jill's weight. Clarise lifted the girl's hand in both of hers as Felice let her head loll away from her and toward Jill, whose knee was sliding across the cover toward Felice, her thigh lowering down upon her calf, her other leg stretching back as her foot arched upon its balls.
One hand spread against the turquoise sheets, Jill touched her other hand to Felice's cheek, her lidded green eyes shining with the reflected candle light as she stared into Felice's dilated, golden-brown eyes. She eased the insides of her gentle fingers down over Felice's cheek until her fingertips touched her friend's jawline, where they held for a moment before lowering to the collarless neck of the soft nightshirt. Felice had swallowed with difficulty, her breathing deepening, her fever seeming to mount and Jill had smiled softly, easing her nervousness as she slipped the top button free of its eyelet atop the cleft of Felice's collarbones. Felice's long tongue had extended between her parted lips, dabbing their dryness as the girl loosened the second pearl button.
Jill did not try to open the nightshirt, her touch barely shifting the lace borders as she slid the third and fourth buttons from their slits. The fifth button was just above Felice's navel, the cover and top sheet furled between it and the sixth. Jill remained still for a moment, lowering her eyes along the still closed center of the nightshirt. Her weight on one shoulder accented the forward curve of her torso, her firm, young breasts pressed together by her upper arms, her full and pliantly soft nether cheeks raised from her shapely legs' slenderness, making them seem very long, her knee caps gently rising. She eased her other leg up onto the bed and knelt upon her calves, her heels pressing up under her fanny. She extended both hands over Felice, carefully taking the top and the bottom of the open section of the nightshirt between fingertips and thumbs and raised her eyes to her mother's, Felice's following suit. Her slender fingers drifting over Felice's hand, Clarise nodded to her daughter, a hint of a smile playing upon her full lips, the dark hood of the caftan framing her face.
Jill eased her hands back toward herself, slipping the eyelets' border from atop the bottons' border and Felice's breath caught as she felt Jill's knuckles against her upper chest and her stomach, the nightshirt opening to reveal a thin line of her golden-cream flesh. Jill's hold loosened and she moved her hands toward one another, the fabric caressing her thumb and fingertips till she held the center of the loosened border and she slid her touching hands toward herself, the top knuckles of one hand's fingers brushing just under the rise and fall of Felice's breast, those of the other pressing over the rounded rise of her tremoring breast just below the damask aureole. Felice's mouth widened, her eyebrows raising as her eyelids tightened at the feathery caress.
Raising her hands as she let go of the nightshirt, Jill sat back on her calves, the cloth curved out from the side of Felice's ripening breast, the rosy-pink of her nipple erect, raised like a pearl set in the soft disk of her aureole. Felice pressed her lips together, her breathing ragged as the girl again looked to her mother, the corners of her mouth curling higher. Clarise's hands continued to caress Felice's hand, the candlelight shifting soft shadows over her face. Jill pivoted on her knees, turning her feet toward the lower corner on her side of the bed and her thighs lifted up from her calves, her hands cupping her knees as she moved her face toward Felice's, the light haloing her long, rippling hair.
Felice's lips had parted as Jill's auburn hair had spilled from around her face and over her shoulders to drift over her bared breasts, the silken threadings sending electric sparks of heat through her inflamed nipple and swollen dome. She felt the girl's breath flutter against her lips, their lidded eyes locked and she again pressed the tip of her tongue between her lips to break their seal of dryness. Felice inhaled sharply as Jill stroked the point of her tongue against hers and her lips parted with surprise. Jill's soft lips touched hers, shifting back and forth as she slid her tongue into Felice's mouth, maintaining the contact of the soft pink blades. She turned her head, drawing her tongue along Felice's upper lip and eased her mouth from the curve of Felice's lip to the inner curve of her cheek, then up and out with the rise of her cheekbone, her hair pulling over Felice's breast. Felice's hand tightened around Clarise's, her head turning as Jill kissed the flecks of down at her temples.
Jill touched her lips to the girl's closed eye, cupping them to the soft curve and then fluttered her lips over her forehead and down the side of her nose, returning to the corner of her mouth. She slid her tongue out again and it curled between Felice's parted lips to bathe the girl's long tongue amid the rush of her breath, their mouths joining. Felice's free hand gripped the top sheet that covered it along with the blanket. She trembled, her heart pounding and her tongue responded to Jill's, swimming slowly with it in the humid chamber of their mouths. Her breathing came in little gasps, her forehead tightened to the whirl of her senses, her already blurred mind adrift.
Gradually, Jill had lifted her head, her tongue slipping from Felice's mouth and the girl's eyes had flickered open with an expression of distress, her eyebrows raised, her mouth remaining ajar, the feline furl of her upper lip giving it a carnal appearance. Her forehead was again filmed with perspiration, her fever and her arousal becoming one and the same.
Jill turned from the waist, her eyes moving to the open nightshirt, her hair slipping away from the lush pillow of Felice's breast and Felice tilted her head, pushing the pillow up with her shoulders as she watched Jill's joined fingers raised up over her body, her palm cupped above the pink stud of her burning nipple. Jill's hand lowered and Felice's tightened even harder around Clarise's and around the sheet as she tensed with anticipation of Jill's touch, but the girl's forearm raised to tilt her hand up from her, Felice's eyes narrowing with disappointment only to brighten as she saw Jill's fingers lower down toward the edge of the closed side of her nightshirt. Felice's eyelids lowered as Jill's fingertips eased under the cloth to touch the inside of her breast, her fingers curving to the rise as they moved up toward the erect peak, the cloth covering them. Felice's lips pulled back from the edges of her teeth as she gasped, her forehead lining at the intense flash of pleasure Jill's touch shot through her nipple, her shoulders bunching as her arms straightened, her fingers clutching the soothing hand and the sheet. There was no pressure from Jill's hand, their flesh just touching as she encased the luxuriant dome. She slowly turned her hand to cup the top, the outside and the base of the rounded smoothness and she touched her lips to the rise at the center of Felice's upper lip, easing her tender kiss down to the corner and in over the full lower lip's pout, the center of her palm turning upon the tip of Felice's quivering nipple.
Jill's hand moved down, sliding across the hardened nipple, curving to the underside and touched softly below the girl's breast, her lips moving down Felice's chin. Felice worked her hand from under the sheet and cover, the weight of them seeming to clutch at her and she felt exhilaration as she was able to slide the back of her hand across the defined curve of Jill's smooth stomach and up from under her, touching the auburn mane as Jill's lips pressed against the center of her chest, her hand cupping the side of Felice's stomach.
Jill's free hand touched the bared rise of Felice's collarbone, sliding out to the rise of her shoulder and pressing the cloth out before it. The tips of her center fingers drew in to the middle of the girl's stomach, her kisses easing down between the upraised breasts, Felice's shoulders drawn back as pleasure lapped out through her from the slide of Jill's fingers up and down the indented center of her pliant belly, shifting the pale haze of down. She murmured as Jill's lips flexed around the inside curve of her bare breast and slid her arm around the girl's head, pressing the inside of her upper arm and her forearm to the silky texture of Jill's full-bodied hair. Her hand curved to smooth the auburn spill, her head lifting up so that she could kiss Jill's forehead and hairline and her other hand stroked Jill's throat and shoulder.
Her lips moving up and down the inside of Felice's silken breast, Jill's mouth moved up the firm slope, opening with joy at Felice's kiss and caresses. Jill freed the next to last button, which was at the top of Felice's furred abdomen, the covers over Felice below that, the girl's loins and legs feeling as if they were encased in sweltering heat. She dropped her hand from Jill's shoulder and grasped the closed side of her nightshirt, pulling it back from her breast and over the rounded point of her shoulder. Unseen by either herself or Jill, Clarise tossed the covers away from Felice's legs and off the foot of the bed, baring the long and shapely limbs, the nightshirt having worked up around the middle of her supple thighs. Parted, her feet pulled up against the sheet, her knees rising and the nightshirt moved farther up her thighs.
Felice slid her parted lips over Jill's shoulder, her fingers sliding through the long, auburn hair and over her back as the girl circled kisses around her breast until she had tattooed all of it with keen patterns of pleasure, touching all but the rosy disks and the pink jewels that rose from them, that rose swollen and eager for the soft nuzzle of the lips, for the liquid heat of the tongue. Felice pressed her mouth against Jill's shoulder, kissing fervently, her hand leaving the abandoned border of her nightshirt to stroke the girl's hair back from her face, back from her recently bared breast, her other hand moving from Jill's back to her side, her palms pressing gently, silently urging Jill to move her feasting mouth to the burning cap of her tit. Instead, Jill lifted from the waist and leaned forward, her hand moving from her knee to press down against the bed on the other side of Felice, her other hand continuing to drift over the base of Felice's belly and the top of her abdomen, moving just above the light down that was then more like peach fuzz than hair, her touch sending swarming sensations of electric energy through her, synthesizing her already keyed nerve endings. Her weight down upon her straightened arm, her hair like cinnamon upon the lavender sheet, Jill lowered her face to kiss Felice's other breast, starting at the base and moving around the dome in an upward spiral.
Felice moaned, her forehead lining as her arousal became all the more intense. She looked to the side through glazed eyes and saw Clarise still watching her, still smiling warmly and it occurred to Felice that the dark, hooded caftan with its white placket rising to the woman's throat made Clarise look not unlike a nun in the shifting candlelight. The lips of the woman's daughter approached the rim of her aureole and Felice's eyes closed as she savored the excruciating feelings with hopeful expectation, only to feel Jill's exalting kisses begin to move back down around her tit. She made a little whimpering sound, her lips widening to plead with Jill, but she found she could not form words and she looked down at the girl's face of innocent beauty, at the flexing blossom of her mouth circling her swollen breast. Felice also saw Jill's pert tits, the one closest to her pulled even higher than usual by the supportive position of her arm. She swallowed hard, her eyelids lowering, heavy with her ecstasy and she slid her hand from Jill's side. Her fingers trembled as she extended them toward the maturing globe, toward the tapering peak which the long nipple stood out from, its tip angled slightly toward her. Jill's tongue circled the base of Felice's rounded breast, her fingers stroking the invisible down into the broiling oven of her underbelly, her toes clutching at the sheet, the nightshirt dropping down her raised thighs. Felice touched her fingertips to Jill's pink nipple and the girl exhaled with a whispered moan against her breast.
Felice gently squeezed the long peg between her fingertips, as if she were afraid of breaking it, her hand still shaking, but Jill's moan and the firm lick of her tongue against her tit freed her of doubt and she gripped the malleable hardness of the erect nub, rubbing the tip of her thumb against it. Jill smiled happily and rubbed her cheek against Felice's chest and tit, her mouth beside the stud of Felice's nipple, her slitted eyes seeing it and she extended her tongue to stroke the rosy pearl. Felice groaned, her fingers opening to press upward, encasing Jill's breast as the girl turned her face to suck the fiery peak of her tit, her tongue bathing the nipple, her lips bobbing and turning against her aureole. Jill's hand spread over her abdomen, the little finger and ring finger sliding into the pale gold floss hazing Felice's taut abdomen. Felice ran the fingers of one hand through Jill's hair, her other hand squeezing and stroking the firmness of the girl's tit, the long nipple gouging against her palm. Jill's mouth widened, her lips moving out from the border of pinkness, her tongue lapping at the hard bud as she began to suck, creating a vacuum that pulled Felice's breast into her mouth, the rims of her teeth indenting the satin lushness, the insides of her cheeks pulling in around it. Felice's hand tightened and her hips arched up from the bed and the nightshirt draped around them, baring the golden curlings that veiled the underslung mound of her sex, the floss damp along her slit. The tendons at the outsides of her nook lifted from the insides of her thighs as her legs tensed, the soft center base of her ass lifting from the bed. Her back curved up and to the side, her hand sliding through Jill's hair, followed by her forearm, her lips moving to the girl's back as Jill's mouth slowly let her tit squeeze from her mouth. Felice shook with a quick orgasm as her nipple popped free of the pursed lips.
Jill kissed downward from under Felice's tit, turning from the waist toward the girl's stomach below, which her hand continued to caress. Felice let Jill's breast go, sliding her arm around her stomach, her other hand smoothing her hair against her back, her lips sliding to Jill's waist. The nibbling kisses tightened her stomach as her flesh burned torridly, the fingers spinning the soft fur of her abdomen and Felice dropped back from Jill, gasping, twisting her hips below Jill's hand, her hand staying upon the girl's back. She looked up and saw that Clarise's caftan was unbuttoned, the hood sliding down from the wide curls of dusky silver to furl around her shoulders for a moment and the caftan then dropped down her arms and away from the big, wide-set domes curving out to the tan aureoles, her indented nipples pressing out with arousal. The cloth draped around the tops of her forearms and her waist and she smiled down proudly at Felice who stared up admiringly. Clarise pressed her elbows to her sides and the caftan dropped to the floor from around her narrow waist and full hips, revealing the plump, smooth mound of her cunny before sliding down her long, tapering legs. Her eyes locked on the woman, Felice struggled to free one arm from its sleeve and Clarise reached down to hold the cuff between her fingertips, allowing the girl to pull her arm loose. Jill's mouth widened and tightened at her navel, her tongue flicking into the vertical slot and Felice felt her hand slide down her waist to the rise of her hip, the long hair sweeping over her stomach, the other hand stopping just short of her slit as it smoothed and brushed her high muff. Her eyes closed and Felice reached down with her freed arm to caress Jill's shoulder and the back of her head, her other hand moving from the small of the girl's back to her raised ass cheeks.
Jill turned her knees in the direction of Felice's loins, her hand sliding from the girl's hip, under the nightshirt and down her thigh, her arm straightening as she stroked the pliantly soft flesh, her mouth moving below Felice's navel to the base of her stomach and the top of her downy pelt. Felice spread her hand, curving it to one of Jill's ass cheeks, the girl's head moving downward and so she lowered her hand to stroke the rippled hair against her own stomach. Her eyes flickered open for a moment and she saw that Clarise was no longer standing beside the bed and before she realized this, Jill's weaving fingers moved down between her thigh and her muff, her lips drifting over the down and Felice's eyes closed again, her hive vibrating with mounting heat, drenched with her rich juices.
Clarise stood at the foot of the bed, staring ahead of her at Felice's raised loins, her fanny lifting from the sheet as she tilted her slit toward Jill's approaching mouth, only the loose band of the raised nightshirt separating them. Jill curved the length of her hand to the outside of Felice's muff, the edge of her hand rubbing the juncture of thigh and torso, her other hand clasping Felice's other leg just above the knee. The cloth was drawn across her upper arm as she grazed the soft inside of her forearm against the girl's firm thigh. Clarise knelt on the edge of the bed and placed her hands against the sheet just inside Felice's knees and she drew herself forward upon her calves, the heels of her feet pressing the voluptuous cushions of her ass cheeks higher as she leaned forward from the waist to press her lips to the inside of Felice's thigh.
Felice's legs tightened, her feet pulling in against the bed as Clarise's lips pressed the hypersensitive inside of her thigh, turning as they kissed in a slow arc. She cried out, another orgasm trembling her mind, her body arching up from the bed, her weight on her shoulders and feet. Clarise cupped her hands under the outsides of the girl's trembling thighs and she moved her kiss higher, her thighs lifting from her calves, her hair stroking Felice's tingling skin, her shoulder moving under her leg. Jill's mouth pressed against Felice's cunny and her tongue's tip moved over the fullness as her lips flexed to one side of the sweltering furrow.
Clarise's hands slid up to the bases of her ass and Felice sobbed with the rapture thundering through her as the woman's lips nuzzled the tender undersides of her lush ass cheeks, her teeth nibbling lightly toward their juncture, her forehead brushing the quivering lips of her sex. Jill's hand stroked her cunt from both sides now, her lips covering all of Felice's mound except for her slit, in the same way she had kissed her breasts but for their peaks. Mother and daughter caressed and kissed her underbelly and their mouths came together, Jill shifting the cloth above Felice's nook. Felice cried out as she felt their lips press and turn together against her vaginal lips and then open for their tongues to slide into the pink cove to swim and stroke together, moving up and down her slit, burrowing into the raging forge, their hands supporting her as they supped on the ambrosia of her succulent flow.
Her body burned with a flesh fire far beyond that of her fever and Felice bucked and twisted in their grasp, their mouths inciting her arousal into a carnal delirium that spun her mind into exploding brightness, her heart pounding like a trip hammer. The velvet blades of their tongues curled in serpentine patterns around the maddening pulsing of her clit and her body gleamed with candlelight and moonlight reflected from the sheen of perspiration that clothed her glowing flesh.
She clutched her arms around Jill's thighs, pulling the girl back off her knees, her opened mouth pressing against her thigh and buttock, slurred words spilling from her as their tongues spun her clit into a volcanic rise that sent quakings through every fiber of her being. She turned Jill's hips without thought and pressed her face into the wet, auburn foliage, her mouth pressing into the dewy envelope to lick and kiss, her chin brushing over the girl's clit and Jill's tongue moved all the more deftly as she felt her own nook begin to be consumed by liquid heat.
Jill's mouth expanded, pressing deeper into the broiling oven of Felice's cunt, her tongue flaying the swollen fillet of the girl's clit and Clarise moved her mouth to the side of Felice's mound, kissing the plump cheek pressed outward, her hand sliding up past the bunched nightshirt to stroke Felice's side, her body moving over the girl's outstretched leg as she kissed her thigh, sliding her big breasts over the soft flesh as she moved upward, her smooth nook rubbing up along the length of the girl's tensed leg.
Felice's mouth moved voraciously within the wet bower of Jill's writhing loins, their passion feeding back and forth, accelerating from one to the other as their lips and tongues ravished the seething sweetmeat of their cunnies, their hands and arms clutching them together. Clarise's soft hive rubbed against Felice's hip as she encased the girl's tit in her mouth, her one thigh raised to rub the tapering ovals of Felice's backside, the calf of her other leg stroking Jill's high, rounded ass, her hands rubbing their backs, pressing their trembling bodies together.
Jill burrowed her face in the flowing cornucopia of Felice's spasming nook, Felice's mouth turning within the pink splay of Jill's beneath the tapering contour of the girl's tensed belly, sluicing her tongue deep into the hot softness, stretching it to its full length to skim the point over the sleek walls of Jill's channel, her chin rolling above Jill's incinerating clit, catching the pearl between it and her lower lip. She cried out into Jill's crucible, her underbelly convulsing with oceanic raptures, the blood pounding in her ears, her lungs heaving, her flesh encased in static electricity, the maelstrom of her climax rising around her. Jill cried out into Felice's depths, her body bucking and jumping as she came, her cunt contracting and expanding around the girl's tonguing mouth and Clarise's tongue joined Felice's in the overflowing cleave, extending Jill's pleasure and then easing it smoothly from its peak and she continued to kiss and suckle Felice's clit as their mouths shifted together against her quivering slit.
Clarise's arm slid around her back, turning Felice from the waist and the girl hugged her tightly, feeling the wide-set domes cover her blossoming breasts. Their mouths pressed together around the caressing swim of their tongues and Clarise's hands smoothed her hair and held her, the big breasts rubbing hers, while Jill's mouth continued to accelerate her senses, firing the furnace of her tightening and loosening recesses, polishing her clit to an ardent pinpoint of solar energy. She screamed into Clarise's kiss, grabbing her for support, her climax suddenly igniting, spraying ecstasy through her central nervous system, snapping her spine like a bull whip, her mind and body becoming one, her senses blurring into a single awareness of ecstasy.
Gradually, she had become aware of her own breathing, then her heartbeat and the embrace of Jill and Clarise who lay on both sides of her, tenderly caressing her, gently stroking her hair as she basked in the afterglow of her culmination, her fever broken.
Felice trembled, her body rippling the water as she came with her remembrance of that evening and her lips parted to a hoarse gasp. Clarise's eyes opened and she smiled from the hammock as Felice continued to float in the water. Several years had passed since the night she and her daughter had first made love to her. She raised her eyes toward Karen who was still spread-eagled over the terraced water spill, napping after her orgasms and then closed her eyes back, the sound of the water a crystal clear lullaby.
Felice dampened her lips and blinked her eyes to clear them, smiling contentedly. Absently, she thought about Lauri, the woman who had reacted so hostily toward her at the airport, sorry that so beautiful a woman was so afraid of her. Felice smiled wanly at the thought, inclined only toward giving Lauri pleasure.
Rick had wondered about Lauri's choice of clothing for the business conference and luncheon, but her caresses and erotic whispers as they had driven home changed things and driving to the hotel had left him oblivious to her clothing. During the discussions, he had been glad for it became a visual refuge from the dull and boring conversations and speeches. Lauri wore a full length dress with loose, widening sleeves, the cuffs and the hem of the dress crocheted. While only her hands showed from the sleeves and her sandaled feet only peeked from beneath the dusky tan dress, it was not as modest as that might make it sound. Made of a very soft wool knit, the neckline was scooped to the base of her breasts, buttoning between them and then rounded out for a two inch gap between it and the matching cloth buttons that ran down the front of the dress to a point even with the nudges of her hipbones beneath it. The thin knit clung to the lushness of her body, the small peaks of her upturned nipples gouging the cloth, only a pair of panties worn under the dress. The wives of Rick's associates seemed even colder of eye than usual, while their husbands seemed even more appreciative in their glances and friendlier toward Rick, perhaps with thoughts of wife swapping in the backs of their minds, or in their crotches, he thought with a smile.
During the luncheon itself, Lauri kept one hand under the table, apparently on her lap, but actually in his lap, opening his pants to stroke his cock erect as they ate at the long table with forty other people. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, not sure whether to grin or to be angry, his eyes lidding. Lauri continued to eat, using her other hand, a demure smile on her face as she glanced up and down the table, none of the men or women aware of what she was doing. Feeling his prick begin to jerk, she put her fork down and brushed her napkin to the floor between their chairs so that she could lean down beneath the table cloth which concealed his crotch. She grinned at the sight of his reddened charger standing up hard from her fist, the veins raised and she quickly scooped her napkin up to cup the bulbous head just as it began to spurt his pearly come from its lips.
His jaws locked, Rick's face was flushed as his spend gushed loose and he fought to restrain a groan, his eyes screwing closed, his knuckles going white as he gripped his knife and fork. Lauri sat up, her hand holding the napkin around the crown of his tool, her fingers circled below it.
"Are you all right, love?" she asked with concern as the woman next to Rick looked at him, wondering at his expression. "Something stuck in your throat?"
"Yeh," he said in a hoarse whisper, the spasming of his prod easing, his ears still filled with the pounding of his blood and he gave her a sharp look through slitted eyes.
Recovered, he felt her put his now flaccid cock back into his pants, zipping them up. The luncheon over, she patted her lips with the napkin as if drying them, but he knew that she was tasting his spend, her light gray eyes sparkling from under her dark auburn lashes. He grinned at her, shaking his head with wonderment.
"Now we can get home and you can stop jerking me off," he said in a low voice as they left the dining room, the others standing about chatting and he squeezed one of her pillowy ass cheeks through the thin dress as they walked toward the elevators.
"Certainly was an excellent dessert," she said, restraining a laugh. "Very tasty," she nodded as he gave her a mock look of reproach. "Say, it doesn't look like this room is set up for use," she said, glancing through a parted sliding door and he looked past her to see another dining room as she went in.
"What've you got in mind?" he asked, stepping in after her and she closed the door behind them.
"Not having to wait till we get home," she grinned and he watched her hand move down the front of her dress, opening all of the buttons except the one just beneath the full teardrops of her breasts, the knit separating to reveal the supple indentation along the center of her upper stomach, the smooth forward curve with the vertical shallow of her navel and the inward sweep starting down between her hips toward her cunny, the opening terminating just at this point. Smiling sensuously, she reached out and slid his zipper downward, his prick thrusting his beige slacks out from his thigh.
Lauri's eyes lidded, the blue rims of her gray eyes darkening, the slight gap at the center of her lips widening and she curled her fingers into his pants and around the thick column, working it up and out. Touching the heel of her hand to the damp lips of the head, she drifted her joined fingertips along the side of the shaft that jutted out toward her. He took her face between his hands and touched his mouth to hers, his tongue slicing between her teeth. Flowerlike, Lauri's mouth opened for their tongues to moistly caress and he eased his hands back through the smooth flow of her long hair, his thumbs brushing the snowy down upon the top rims of her ears.
Murmuring happily, she touched her fingers to his sides, rolling the vermilion jersey of his crew necked pullover upward baring his stomach and she slid her hands up beneath his arms, gripping him as his tongue rolled and washed within the sweet cavern of her mouth. She pressed the forward arching of her body against his, rubbing her bared belly against the underside of his rod, squeezing it between them. He pressed his tongue farther into her mouth as he felt the silky warmth of her flesh stroking the cleft of his head and the rise of his dorsal vein, tremors of warmth spreading out through his body.
He unfastened the remaining button of her dress from its loop eyelet and the cloth pulled outward, baring the insides of her tits with their rounded, widening bases and their sloping tops, her aureoles near invisible flushes at the conical points, the knit holding upon the nubs of her nipples. He raised his hands as if to lower the dress from her shoulders, but instead he grazed his fingertips back around her neck to the soft down at the nape. Gripping his waist, she rolled her hips from side to side against his, her mouth opened wide for the undulations of their tongues, her lips twisting against his. He lightly scraped the" backs of his nails up and down her slender neck and moved his lips up and to the side, kissing her cheek. His fingertips touched the furls of her ears, daubing and turning in each small, pink contour.
She sighed with a whisper as his hands curved down and in with her back, curving out with the full cheeks of her fanny, kneading and turning the resilient softness of the globes in his hands, his fingers drawing the dress up in the back. He moved his lips over her ear and she pressed her mouth to the juncture of his neck and shoulder, her tongue burrowing. He slid the crocheted hemline up from the backs of her thighs and over the V of bright, transparent green that covered the center of her lush ass. He slid his fingers under the thin waistband to press the nylon down from the smooth spheres and under them. She bit lightly at his throat, moaning against his flesh as he stroked the tender undersides, the heat of her nook radiating out between her thighs and against his flexing fingers.
Reluctantly, his hands rose from her backside, letting the dress drop back down over the twin orbs and curved to her shoulders, drawing the dusky tan fabric from the flushed alabaster of her flesh. Easing her fingernails over his back, Lauri leaned back to let him slide the cloth from the ache of her nipples and clear of her breasts, revealing their fullness and also the upturned peaks of her hardened nipples, rosy-pink atop the just discernible flush of their aureoles. She pressed her tits against his chest, twisting and sliding her nipples against his muscled body, dragging them through his hair.
Slipping the sleeves from her arms, he let the dress fall to the floor and he slid his fingers between her hips and panties. Their mouths came together again and he pushed her panties below-her nook. Raising one leg, she pulled the instep of her foot up the side of his calf as he slid the verdant green panties lower, their tongues lashing in the turmoil of their fused mouths. She lowered her leg so that he could push the tiny band of nylon to just above her knees. His hands sliding back up to cup her fanny, he introduced his foot between her thighs to push down atop the panties, the cloth stroking her calves as it dropped around her ankles. Lifting her foot from the leg hole of the panties, she slid it back up his leg and he reached down to support her thigh so that she could lift both of her long legs in his grip, wrapping them around his hips.
He pressed his palms along the sides of her thighs and around to her spread ass cheeks and skimmed his fingertips through the valley between them and down against the base of her cunt. She wiggled sensuously against his stomach, his fingers sending hot flickerings through her flesh, her posture exposing the rosy bud of her anus, snowy down ringing it with reflected light. Curling his fingers up into the humid pout of her mound, he moved his mouth down her slender throat, his lips flexing against her warm flesh. Linking her hands behind his neck, she leaned back from him, the top of her slit pressing the underside of his cock, pushing it against his stomach as he opened his lips over the points of her tits.
Lauri groaned as he drew the tapering lengths of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue glazing their tender tips. She tongued his ear and he pulled as much of her breasts into his mouth as he could, greedily tasting the lush teardrops, her fingernails clawing lightly at the nape of his neck. He hiked her higher against his stomach, her cunny rising along the press of his staff, stroking it with her damp heat and he held her out from him as he moved one hand down to guide his cock toward the broiling fissure of her cunny.
"Oh, yes. Yes," she murmured as she felt the full bulb touch between her hungering lips and he carefully eased her back down, but this time upon the turgid spire of his cock. Lauri bit into her lower lip as she felt the crown of his sex in her and she sank down to envelop the bulb within her pink slit. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as she felt herself begin to slide down the long rod, feeling the top of his tumescent bulk buffing her extended clit, sending reels of ecstasy through her body. Then he was within her and she tightened her nook around his rigid length, rubbing her cervix against the lips of his head as he began to rock his hips up against her, tightening and relaxing his prod within her.
Lauri let her head loll back, a sensuous smile on her lips as she felt her sweltering sheath filled with him. She kissed him wildly, her tongue lashing out in a frenzy as he began to walk toward the small speaker's stage at the front of the dining room, each step jerking and churning his prick within her, flashes of sizzling heat rushing through her. He bent his knees, his feet tightly braced and sat her on the apron of the stage, Lauri relaxing her grip to lie back, drawing her long legs up and catching her heels on the edge, their merged loins shifting as he pulled his sweater all the way off.
Gripping her hips, he began to rise and fall in the humid crevice of her cunny, swinging in low and pulling out high, whipping under her clit, his feet back against the floor. Her fanny twisting against the carpeted stage, she pressed her head back, her eyes lidded and she sucked air through parted lips, wrapping her statuesque legs around him as he leaned forward atop his forearms, his body pressing against hers as his tool pumped in and out of her pulsing hive. She bounced her ass up from the stage, thrusting against the pistoning drive of his cock and he lowered his face to her tits, his stomach rolling as he continued to rise and fall within her snatch, her hot caresses accelerating the throbbing that pounded outward from his prod.
Lauri's mouth widened, her body writhing and trembling beneath his loving assault, her firm thighs gripping his sides, her tapering calves pulling against his back, the insides of her heels pressing the tops of his buttocks as her nook stuttered and tingled with electric surges of joy. Her body quaked and bucked against his and she groaned hoarsely, the sound becoming a gasping cry as she came, the tensions within her underbelly suddenly released. Bliss rushed through her, her cunt clutching madly at his cock and she was past the apex of her orgasm, her mind adrift, her legs relaxing to drop loosely, her feet touching the floor.
Holding her to him, he rolled over and she-swayed drunkenly, seated upon the saddle of his hips. He cupped his hands under her breasts to balance her, whipping his staff up into her still quivering nest, vibrating his engorged spar within the torrid lagoon of her nook. She cried out with the rapture that swept back over her, the orgasm swelling higher to blur her senses, her mind spinning. She clutched his arms for support and he eased her down atop him, swinging her legs over to one side of his body so that he could turn her back toward him, all the caresses, arousals and kisses of the morning having accumulated within him. He rolled over with her beneath him, the lush pillows of her ass against his abdomen as he raised up onto his knees, his hands lifting her with him, his cock pounding madly within the blazing oven of her cunny. Her ass thrust up against him, Lauri moaned deliriously as he jammed his cock within her quaking nook and she pressed her cheek to the carpet, her hands clutching the pile, her nipples chafing against it, her knees burrowing. Explosions and implosions roared through her consciousness, her body becoming a single, hypersensitive nerve ending that spasmed around the roaring ramrod of his prick. Her orgasm continued to build, her long hair spilling over her face as her mouth widened. Groaning and whimpering with the raptures consuming her, she pushed her ass back against him and pulled her hands under her to grip the aching of her tits, her fingers indenting the rounded widenings of their lower halves, the conical points pressing against the carpet, the tapering nipples twisting in the thick pile.
He groaned as the gulping clutch of her cunt yanked the come loose of his balls, his back arching as the hot juices gushed through him and into the heaving hose of his cock, the throbbings of pleasure crashing against his mind. He gripped her to him, their shared climax erupting, his joint blasting his spend up into her, the underside of his shaft whipping under her clit, their juices blending, their bodies convulsing together, cock and cunt fusing. Their flesh seemed to melt and flow together. Perspiration glistened on their bodies and slowly, as his fountaining began to slacken, they began to ease free of the intensity of their culmination.
She stretched forward on her belly, leaning to one side so that he could roll over behind her, his softening tool slipping loose of her flooded nest. Smiling warmly with satisfaction, she turned toward him and touched her lips to his chest as they embraced.
"Bet that queer from the airport'd stop being a dyke if she knew how good you are," Lauri smiled, surprising herself as much as she did Rick.