Chapter 6
Finding Lauri tense the next morning, Rick tried to talk with her, but she was uncommunicative. Spending the morning in thought, he took the rest of the day off from work, going to Clarise's to explain the situation to Felice, pleasantly surprised by her warm and understanding concern, despite the fact that she had actually done nothing more than look at Lauri at the airport. Agreeing to explain that she meant Lauri no harm, Felice accompanied him in returning to his and Lauri's house. There, they found that Lauri had gone out. Feeling awkward, Rick offered to take Felice home, but she declined, suggesting that Lauri would probably be returning soon.
"I really appreciate your coming over," Rick said as he poured wine for them, Felice sitting back on the long, living room sofa. He handed her glass to her and she extended her long, tapered fingers to take it, a spiraled golden bracelet gleaming around her wrist and lower forearm, the cuffs of her small-checked gingham shirt folded up to just under her elbows.
"Well, the idea of somehow causing Lauri to be so upset, no matter how indirectly, isn't all that appealing," she replied as he sat down, turning to face toward her, her eyes holding for a moment on the juncture of his sienna sweater and slate colored slacks.
"Yeah," he nodded, suddenly recalling how Felice had looked up at his cock as Lauri had given him head and he took a sip of wine.
"You seem surprisingly un-uptight about me, about me and women," Felice observed, stretching her long legs out, her fawn denim pants tightening at the crotch and thighs as she crossed her ankles, low-heeled, short cardigan boots on her feet. She turned her face toward him.
"I guess," he shrugged. "Like with most men, the idea of two women together's a turn on and ... I decided early on that there's a hell of a lot more women in this world than I could ever possibly ball, so why sweat it if a woman doesn't get off on me because I'm a man? I mean, it's a lot less personal rejection than if she doesn't get off on me myself," he grinned. "Percentage wise, lesbians've dealt as fair with me as anyone else," he added and took another drink.
"With me, it's always personal," she smiled.
"Pardon?" he asked, looking up from his glass.
"Being turned on or off, male or female," she said, recalling looking up at his and Lauri's window, his prick gleaming as Lauri's mouth had raced up and down, circling its thickness.
"You're bisexual, then?" he asked, remembering her warm smile as he had come.
"Bi-, ambi-, poly, or whatever the label is this season," she chuckled, "Sexual," she said, her golden-brown eyes sparkling.
He hesitated, uncertain due to the situation and their location. His prick began to harden within his pants, his heart beat quickening.
"Ah," she smiled and reached out to slide her fingernails over the long mound his stiffening shaft made under his slacks. "I never did get to see your head clearly the other day. Think we've got time?" she asked softly, her lips curling in an elfin smile, mischievous eyes lifting, her tapered shirt crisply suggesting the slim breadth of her slender-waisted torso, the neckline curving out as she leaned forward, the insides of her wide-set, lush breasts showing.
His uncertainty was lost in the tides of heat that flowed through his body from her caressing touch. He slid her glass from her hand, setting it aside, her hands moving up his hips, lifting his caslimere sweater from over his pants, baring his firm stomach. He leaned forward and her soft, damask lips opened against his as his spread hands moved up her back from her waist, her flesh warm through the fabric, her body supple. The pouted fullness of her lower lip shifted over his as he slid his tongue up under the feline furl of her upper lip, licking between its damp sleekness and her pearly teeth. Her hands squeezed his sides as they moved up and down him. The exotic blend of her perfume and her own scent filled his nostrils and he stretched his tongue into her mouth, their lips pressing together. Small blue and white checks bunched as his hand gripped the back of her shirt, pulling it free of her pants. The backs of her fingers and hands slid over his stomach, the tapering length of her tongue sliding into his mouth to stroke his tongue. He murmured with surprise at how long the soft, serpentine tongue was and with pleasure at its velvet curlings. He slid his hand and forearm up under her fitted shirt, her flesh soft. Their heads turned to opposite sides, their mouths widening, fused around the rustle of their breaths, their tongues writhing in a sensuous dance within the humid cavern their mouths formed. Her fingers curled down between his pants and his abdomen, stretching and moving side to side over his feverish flesh, his cock throbbing just below their tips, straining against his slacks. His other hand cupped her shoulder, squeezing firmly and he moved it over her firm pectoral to the outer top of her tit, caressing the rounded dome of her luxuriant breast which rose and fell with her deepened breathing. The hardened pearl of her nipple gouged out against his palm through the shirt as he cupped her tit in his hand. Her fingers unbuckled his belt and tugged the snap of his pants loose. He popped the snaps of her shirt open down to the middle of her contoured belly and slid his hand inside, her flesh satin-soft to his touch, the swollen lushness of one globe turning against his hand, the round nub digging into the center of his palm. His other hand left her back to open the remaining snaps, her fingers tugging his zipper downward. They murmured breathlessly around the undulations of their tongues, his hands holding either side of her open shirt front to draw it back from the creamy-gold of her body, uncovering her ripe breasts with their slight outward curvings at their inner bases, her rosy-pink nipples standing out like pale rubies. Her knuckles brushed the base of his swollen shaft, the tab of his zipper down to the bottom of his opened pants. He slid her shirt off the rounded points of her shoulders and down her arms, the gentle definition of her collarbones accented as she brought her arms back to aid him. The checked gingham furled around her fanny and hips, her hands lifting to raise his V-necked sweater up over his head and off his arms, his stomach curling as he stretched his arms out. He kicked his canvas deck shoes aside, his arms going around her and he lowered his lips to the definition of the upper curve of one of her rounded tits. She slid her fingers through his hair, cupping the back of his head as his lips and tongue excited the fluttering, near aching pleasure filling her. She leaned her head back, eyes closed and murmured with a happy smile as he circled the damask disc of her aureole, her arms straightening as she slid her hands down his strong back. The spans between the tips of thumbs and index fingers curving to the undersides of her tits, he turned the flat of his tongue around her soft aureole, the tip chafing the sides of the pink bauble of her nipple. She leaned back, lifting her hips up against him as his hands slid down her stomach, the heels joined so that he could encase the narrow rise of her belly, following its silky pliancy down to the waistband of her pants, his thumbs pointing up to where they nuzzled in the deep slot of her navel, rubbing the dimpled rise of soft flesh. His lips closed around the delectable bud of her nipple, his tongue washing over it. She drew her inside leg back to her side, sliding it forward around his side, her other leg lifting from the floor and she rubbed her heels against the tops of his buttocks, her hands sliding up to his shoulders as she leaned back from the waist with a murmur of pleasure, her thighs gripping his hips as he slipped the metal-tipped end of her wide, leather belt from its heavy brass buckle. His mouth expanded, sucking softly, drawing her breast inward, his tongue painting her nipple with filigreed pleasure. The metal tongue slipped free of its belt hole and he held the ends of the belt in both hands, drawing it back and forth through the loops of her slacks. Her nails skidding over his shoulders, she arched her body forward, pressing her tit farther into his mouth, her opened lips pulling through his hair, his grip on the belt holding her up so that she could curl her arms around his head, her fingers following the contours of his ears. She shivered, liquid heat rippling through her, her legs tightening. She lowered her arms between them, sliding the rises of her wrists down his chest. He pulled his cheeks in around the succulence of her breast, the pliant softness against his palate and the underside of his tongue. She kneaded his stomach in her hands, moving down toward the exposed base of his throbbing sex. Her joined fingertips pressed into his pants, slipping between his thighs and his large balls, grazing the fine hairs of his scrotum, sending electric quiverings through the swollen eggs of his testicles. He began to pull his face back from her, maintaining the suction of his mouth, the flow of his tongue, his ears filled with an oceanic roaring as she fondled his balls, churning the hot come filling them, sending throbbings through his root as the swollen ovals rubbed together around the thickness of it, the sensations moving upward into his cock, waves of carnal energy spreading out through his body, racing his blood. She pressed her heels to either side of his shaft, kneading its veined thickness as she fingered his sac, a gasp parting her lips as her breast squeezed free of his tightening mouth, her nipple popping loose. With a low, extended groan, she lowered her face, her hands lifting his and the liquid length of her tongue snaked deep into his mouth, her lips moving hungrily, her hands pressing up for her fingers to garb themselves in his hair. He released the end of her belt, his other hand removing it as he unclasped and unzipped her slacks. They murmured and groaned into the shared mouth theirs formed, their tongues lashing and writhing together. She slid her calves out from his back, lifting her hips so that he could lower her pants from her hips. He pulled farther up on the couch, turning his legs back from her and their mouths parted, each leaning toward the other to lower their pants. The cloth slid from his buttocks and down along the press of his cock, lightly chafing the stretched flesh of his shaft and the hypersensitive bulb of his head. He worked her fawn colored pants below the tops of her thighs and down her long legs. The base of his opened crotch pulled at the rim of his head and over it, his prick snapping out from his body, straining with his massive erection. The tender insides of her forearms slid down his thighs, her hands removing his pants as she rubbed her cheek against his bulbous head, a crooning sign whispering from her lips as he freed her pants from her ankles. His eyelids lowering as her hands stretched and curved, drifting around his shaft, her satin-soft cheek caressing his knob, he looked down at her loins. She wore panties made of ivory silk, her cunny and her high muff contained within the high V of the front, a slender waistband circling just under the tops of her hips, laced with an even thinner ribbon of pink silk, each bowed at either side with the waistband of the back panel. As small as the panties were, they were made of two separate pieces of silk joined by an inner seam that ran down and under, over her slit, the cloth cut in such a way that the seam pulled into her mound, pressing the lush cheeks out to either side, emphasizing them and containing them. They were like two downy, silk-cased pillows, or a jewelry box's setting for a tiara. He slid his hands up her naked hips, starting to untie the bows, when he looked closer at the fine silk which allowed a suggestion of her pelt's gold to tint the whiteness. The seam was open within her nook and he moved his fingertips to the delicate shallows between her hips and her cunny, his palms guiding her thighs out to the sides, her cloven mound expanding, the damp russet of her hive showing within the slit of the panties. He inhaled sharply, her lips opening around his head, her tongue snaking down his shaft, her hands stroking it and rolling his root between his balls. He inserted his tongue between the silk-encased portals of her cunny and slid it up into the tropic sweetness of her hive. They turned together, her breasts twisting against his stomach, his hands squeezing up under the back V of her panties to knead her pert ass cheeks, her fingers stroking his root from the top of his sac to the base of his ass, his tongue churning in her pulsing furrow, her mouth drawing tight around his rod as her head rose and fell upon its burning length. They groaned and writhed, their lungs heaving, orgasms flashing through her as the movement of his mouth quaked her clit into a searing bolt that sprayed sparks of joy throughout her. Then they lifted their flushed faces at the same time, their lidded eyes glassy, sharing the same thought and they turned into one another's arms, embracing tightly, their mouths fusing, their tongues blending their flavors. Her silk-covered abdomen and underbelly rubbed the underside of his shaft, the head pressed between their navels. They each loosened a ribbon and peeled the hourglass of the panties away, her fingers guiding his head between the drenched lips of her cunt. She groaned as he began to slide his engorged column up into the roiling contractions of her depths, glutting her with its thickness, the head rising before it and she loosened and tightened her vaginal muscles around his ascending spire, deepening the drumming sounding out through his every nerve ending. Her widening mouth pulled loose of his as he continued to fill her with his vast length, her hands clutching him, orgasms bursting in phosphorescent flashes, her equilibrium seesawing as his head stroked the quaking smoothness of her innermost recesses, his cock fully enveloped within her caressing humidity, their pubic hair weaving together, his weighted sac swinging against the undersides of her fanny. He moved feverishly within her, her body's fluid grace ravaging his sanity, his cock pounding with fiery passion, his blood pounding in his ears, their breathing ragged, their groans deepening and they rolled over, her curled legs gripping him as she bucked in the saddle of his hips, bobbing on the aching raptures of his prick, her tongue pressing between the corner of her lips, her body shuddering with the quickening peels of her orgasms. They slid from the couch, his hands clasping her sides, her arms around his neck, their mouths moving hungrily together and he slid them forward, his hands moving down to stroke the backs of her widening thighs, her hands sliding down to caress his stomach and she saw why he had moved them, a mirror reflecting them for her eyes. She bit softly at his shoulder, her mind spinning as she watched his cock rise almost free of her wet cleave, his balls swinging and then slide back within her, her body trembling at its widening rise. His brain swam with rapturous delight, his come pounding for release, his body tensing, the muscles standing out, the throbbing now a staccato encompassing his entire body, pulling his juices free of his nuts. He lifted his face, his features tightening. She gasped as he thrust up into her, his length spasming within the broiling oven of her cunt and she cried out as the orgasms merged, racing higher. He twisted against her, gripping her body tightly, his bared teeth parting. His spend jetted through the whipping hose of his shaft. A strangled groan broke loose of his throat, white light blazing through his consciousness, his body stuttering against hers. She twisted in a carnal frenzy, the apex of her climax overcoming her, consuming her in ecstasy. His gizzum blasted from his prick, flooding the contracting and expanding depths of her cunny and her culmination exploded. They gasped for air, reeling in the wake of their fulfillment. He was stunned, the intensity of the pleasure she had evoked surpassing anything he had ever known before, even the superb abilities of Lauri.
"Oh, in the name of all that's ... " he heard Lauri sob and he blinked with confusion, wondering if he was hallucinating, but when he turned his head he saw his wife standing inside the front door, staring at him and Felice with wide, tormented eyes.
Felice rolled away from him, he staggered to his feet, but Lauri was already going out the front door. Her car door slammed as he reached the porch, oblivious to his nudity and she threw the auto into reverse, screeching into the street. He watched her speed away and let out a deep breath, turning to go back inside, swinging the door shut behind him. Felice stood taking a sip of wine from her glass.
"Maybe I should split, huh?" she offered, sorry about what had happened, but he shook his head.
"No, it was my idea for you to be here and you still haven't talked with Lauri. We'll just wait for her to return," he said and sat down on the couch, lifting his glass from the floor.
"And how'll we entertain ourselves this time?" she asked with a smile and his grim frown was replaced by a smile as he laughed shortly.
Lauri drove aimlessly for awhile, upset at finding Rick balling with Felice, confused that the girl would be with a man, anger and frustration tearing at her. Eventually, she found herself approaching Clarise's home, ringing the doorbell, telling Karen that she wished to speak with Felice, hearing that she was still out and accepting the invitation to wait for her return. She followed the short-haired brunette, noticing how her very short, taffeta skirt drifted around the tops of her exquisite legs, the maroon cloth bright against her darkly tanned flesh. They entered a large living room, the inlaid floor reflecting them, glass and marble reflecting the diffused sunlight coming through the full length windows' gold madras drapes. There was a couch facing two chairs twelve feet away, all three upholstered with Prussian blue velvet, the frames built of circular pieces of stainless steel. The woman stopped by the chairs, turning to motion toward them, her onyx eyes bright. Lauri sat down, realizing that she felt fatigued as the woman left the room. Hearing the lulling, crystalline sound of water spilling into water, she turned her head to look across the room to where steps led down to a lower level. Through open French doors, she saw light glinting from the surface of the pool, verdant green plants beyond it. It was as if she were looking into another land, a place of contentment, rain water pouring into a fertile oasis.
Lauri blinked her eyes open and realized that she had fallen asleep, not knowing for how long. She looked around and saw that she was being watched, a woman reclining on the sofa across from her.
"I'm Clarise and this is my home," she smiled warmly, the husky purr of her voice blending with the wind-chime sounds of the water.
"My-my name is Lauri, Lauri Orano?" she said hesitantly.
"Yes, Felice has spoken of you," Clarise nodded, the organdy of her sashed, wrap-around dress clinging softly to her body, one of the butterfly sleeves floating down around her forearm as she raised a hand to the light waves of her ash-brown hair, her elegant bearing revealing nothing to Lauri who felt foolish for having come here.
"And about my husband?" Lauri suddenly asked, the words spilling out on their own. "I just found them fucking in our living room and after ... " she trailed off, her hands trembling and she pressed them against the mauve popeline of her pleated skirt.
"You've never entertained the fantasy of seeing your husband and another woman making love?" Clarise asked after a moment.
"No!" Lauri snapped, pressing her fingertips to her necklace of small teak discs, a matching ring on one finger.
"Did they see you immediately, or did you watch before making yourself known?" Clarise inquired casually, a silver ankle bracelet catching the light above the beaded-satin sandals.
"No, I-I ... " Lauri began and then lowered her eyes, her teeth indenting the full pad of her lower lip. "Yes," she admitted in a barely audible whisper. "I watched them ... come 'cause I had-had wondered what he'd look like with ... "
"Ah, here's Karen with some tea for us," Clarise smiled, unruffled, her big, wide-set breasts shifting beneath the tiny floral patterns of ivory, pink, russet and sorrel upon black.
The wheels of the serving cart moved silently over the floor, the tea service rattling gently as Karen returned, pushing the cart toward the side of Lauri's chair. Lauri lifted her face, noticing how the woman's nipples pressed the plum jersey of her halter tank top out farther than her adolescent breasts did. Karen did not look back, preparing the tea. A thin, silver studded collar of white leather circled her throat, held with a double buckle at the back of her long, slender neck, a silver ring hanging over the shallow between her collarbones. She stood to one side of Lauri's view of the doorway to the pool. Karen stepped toward her, holding a tea cup and saucer. Chino, Clarise's big Alsatian, had come into the room to sit beside the couch, facing toward Lauri who found his dark, liquid eyes unnerving. She looked down, breaking their eye contact and saw his big prick slide out from its sheath. Startled by the dog's erection, she jerked her head up as Karen leaned forward, handing the tea to her. Lauri raised her hand by reflex, both their hands touching the saucer for a moment and then it fell, the cup tilting, the tea spilling through the air to splatter over her skirt and up onto her chiffon blouse, Lauri rising up with a short cry, Karen grabbing for the cup and saucer which shattered on the floor.
"I'm terribly sorry," Clarise said, sitting forward, one hand stroking Chino's dark fur. "Karen'll take care of it," she smiled and Lauri nodded dumbly, tense as she sat back. Karen went to one knee beside Lauri's calf, a towel from the cart in her hand. Lauri saw her short skirt drape from the raised thigh of one of the woman's gorgeous legs, lifting up from the other, her upper thighs revealed almost to their apex. Karen held the towel between thumb and fingertips and gingerly pressed against the wetness of Lauri's skirt. Lauri stared down at Karen's hand as it moved over one thigh and then up it and to the center, the inside of her forearm brushing below. After leaving her house .that morning, Lauri had thought that she had been possibly reacting to her dream of the previous night when she had foregone either bra or panties. Naked beneath the thin stuff of the skirt, she gripped the chair arms as the woman's touch moved to her other leg, her flesh heating, Karen's face void of emotion as she touched gently up to the top of Lauri's thigh, her knuckles nudging between her abdomen and hip. Lauri swallowed hard, her throat constricting. Karen dabbed between Lauri's legs, the skirt pressing down into the shallow, shifting at the very center due to the slight separation of her legs. Karen's eyes and hand lifted to the pearl gray blouse, Lauri's vertical navel hazily visible and she pressed another portion of the towel against the chiffon and its pink piping, the wet spots rubbed against Lauri's smooth belly by the delicate weight of her touch, her elbow shifting against her thighs. Lauri felt dizzied by what she did not acknowledge: arousal. Karen turned a bit toward her, the raised maroon skirt opening wider, her loins shadowed, silhouetted. Karen's hand moved to just below Lauri's tightened breasts, the peaked nipples of the lush teardrops gouging the cloth and then back to her skirt and the unattended stains along the center. She slid her other hand beneath the skirt, palm up, its back and her forearm's moving upward. Lauri's lips parted, her breathing strained, but she could not form the words of protest she sought. Karen's hand and arm caressed upward until she thought she felt the tips of Karen's fingers touch the wispy plume of her tremoring cunny. Still, Karen showed no sign of anything but a businesslike attitude, her other hand toweling the cloth against the concealed hand and arm. Lauri's shoulders and head pressed back against the chair, her eyelids lowering, her fanny twisting against the upholstered seat. "That was very clumsy of you, Karen," she heard Clarise say, sounding as if far away, "and must be dealt with." Lauri's breath caught as Karen's hand slid down her thighs and away. She blinked, seeing Karen standing to move toward the couch. Uncomprehending, she sat trembling, her light gray eyes wide, the soft blurring of her features increased sultrily. She watched Clarise unfasten her silver link belt from one end of the loop of white leather that served as a buckle and lift it to Karen's bowed throat, snapping it around the silver ring that dangled from the collar that matched the strap of what was now a leash. Clarise pulled downward, the flat links straightening and pulled Karen around to the side of her legs. "You know what to do," Clarise said firmly and Karen's hands went to one hip, opening her skirt which floated down around her long legs, baring the big, spherical globes of her rounded ass, her full hips and the downy curls of her plump cunny. Clarise jerked on the leash, pulling Karen forward against the side of her leg and Karen fell across her lap, her lush fanny lifted vulnerably. Entranced, Lauri watched Clarise's other hand rise high to plunge down against Karen's ass, planting a slap upon it, sending a tremor through the cheek again and again, Karen's long legs scissoring as her buttocks grew pink, shifting with her kicks.
"This is what you want, isn't it?" Clarise abruptly asked Lauri, startling her. "Because you feel guilty about being turned on by Felice," she said, her deep, velvety blue eyes staring into Lauri's and Lauri shook her head, anxiously denying what she had said, rising unsteadily to her feet. Ignoring her reaction, Clarise unfastened the collar from Karen's throat as she raised up and Karen put it around her throat. Bewildered, Lauri watched Karen sit on the couch, her naked legs spread as Clarise knelt between them, her hands opening the sash of her wrap-around dress. "Afraid to watch?" Clarise smiled over her shoulder as the organdy floated away from her naked body, her voluptuous ass accented by her kneeling posture and Lauri looked back from the doorway to the pool with its view of blossoming plants.
"I-" Lauri tried to begin, her voice breaking. "Yes, it's-it's true," she forced herself to say, her shoulders shaking as tears spilled from her eyes. "I do feel guilty, want to watch, want-" she broke off with a sob, her eyes pleading for help though the two women only watched, waiting for her to finish. "Want her!" she screamed and gradually sank to her knees, weakened by forcing the truth free.
She felt their tender hands upon her and she tensed at the sight of Clarise and Karen kneeling with her, fully naked. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to not fight back, if not to relax. Her clothing was gone and she felt herself lifted and guided toward the sounds of spilling water. She was slowly lowered into the pool to float weightlessly between the two gently caressing women, Karen's lips adorning her breasts with supping kisses, Clarise's hair soft against Lauri's cheek as she kissed her shoulder, one hand caressing the small of her back while the other flowed over her breasts, stimulating the pleasures Karen's mouth had implanted, her breasts stroking the front and back of Lauri's arm, her cunny rubbing her hip. Lauri's head lolled back to the side as she bobbed in the currents, Karen's mouth moving down her stomach and beneath the surface to the drifting foliage of Lauri's furrow, her tongue swimming inward to bring her raptures to fruition, harvesting ecstasy that overwhelmed Lauri. She cried out with release,-her body suddenly giving up all its tensions and she felt as if she were emerging with the water itself, evaporating from steam.
Lauri's eyes flickered open and she realized that she had slipped into sleep from the culmination of her climax, now awakening in a large bed, her fatigue vanquished, the sheets cool against her naked body. She looked up to one side and smiled, seeing Felice standing there staring down at her, equally naked and Felice smiled back. It was as if she were dreaming on the threshold of sleep, but a very different dream from that of the night before. She moved her eyes down the fluid lushness of Felice's body, amazed at how well she had imagined it with its round nipples upon rounded breasts, its defined stomach and golden muff, though its form was a happy surprise. She turned her head on the pillow and saw Clarise standing across from Felice in the soft light of late afternoon. She felt girlish as she looked down past the foot of the bed and was surprised to see Rick. She felt a moment's apprehension, but he smiled, his forearms resting atop the high back of a chair turned at an angle toward her, Karen seated comfortably in it, his knees resting between hers on the seat, his big cock in her suckling mouth, his balls cupped in her palms, her joined fingertips kneading his root.
Overcome with happiness, she raised her hands toward Felice, her eyes brimming with tears and the girl slid into her arms, their lips touching. Felice slid her fingers through the fiery spill of Lauri's long, soft hair, her palms caressing her cheeks and temples as their mouths joined and the fluid length of her tongue flowed into Lauri's mouth. Lauri murmured blissfully, the teardrops of her breasts pressing to the rounded domes of Felice's, her hands gliding down the girl's supple back, sweeping in with her narrow waist, following the sculpted contouring, her fingertips pressing within the defined indentation of her spine till they came to the triangular cleft above her fanny, her palms cupping the lush tops of her nether cheeks. Their bellies undulated together, gold fur and roseate plume meshing, ginger-tan flesh and creamy-gold caressing, the envelopes of their cunnies opening against one another damply, rosy and dusky pink stroking softly, the pearls of their clits feverishly rubbing into the sleek heat of the other's furrow. Their legs curled together as they rolled over, their hands gripping the pliant softness of each other's bodies, their heads buzzing with the drifting soar of their pleasure, their long, delayed sharing.
Rick watched with glazed eyes as Lauri and Felice moved together, reminding him of a gently lapping tide. They were the two most fantastic lovers he had ever known, his wife and the girl and now they were making love with one another, their long and shapely legs moving together with subtle grace, their shoulders shifting as their hands both caressed and pulled them tighter, Lauri's long hair pulling over Felice's short, golden blonde hair, the two of them seeming to interweave, their murmurs of ecstasy joining. He slid his hands down to caress Karen's supple shoulders, his eyes closing to the rapturous rhythms her mouth and hands were playing through his loins, her tongue lapping along his dorsal vein as her cheeks and palate tightened and loosened around the sides and top of his throbbing shaft, her tender palms rolling his balls, shifting his heating come as her fingers moved between the base of his cock and his anus, working his thick root. He groaned, swaying as waves of excruciating arousal moved through him.
Lauri trembled, the damp friction of Felice's slit against hers sending an orgasm through her that expanded like a soap bubble, tremorous and weightless, suddenly bursting as if in slow motion, tentacles of warmth curling through her. She kissed the smooth plane of Felice's forehead and the glintings of down at her temple, her hands pulling up her sides. Felice squeezed her hips, her-fingers curling around to indent the lightly downed pillows of her ass cheeks, her lips curling in an elfin smile, her neck craning as the woman kissed her face. They laughed together and Felice kissed Lauri's throat, Lauri's hands cupping her breasts. She cried out, her nook spasming against Lauri's stroking thigh and she pressed her hands to the tops of Lauri's thighs, sliding her knees up between Lauri's legs, the widening ovals of her tush lifting as she moved her lips to the sloping tops of her breasts, pursing her lips over the warm teardrops till she came to the narrowing peaks, her mouth closing on the small, upturned peaks of her rosy-pink nipples as her hands moved inward, each curving to either rich half of her mound, the bright plume of Lauri's hair damp. Lauri sighed, basking in the feel of Felice's slender fingers sliding into her cunt to play over both sides enticingly, beckoning the broiling sultriness to life, urging her orgasms forth. Lauri lifted her knees, pressing them against Felice's raised hips, her hands squeezing her suspended tits, the top curves merging with the downward slope of her chest into the pliantly firm globes. Lauri's fingers indented them, Felice's fingers drawing another orgasm from her. With a shuddering groan, she pressed Felice's body to the side with her hold on her hips and she turned from the waist as Felice kissed the inside of her thigh. Lauri's hair flowed over Felice's belly, Felice's kiss moving up the inside of her thigh and they hugged each other's hips, their breasts rubbing and pulling against the other's bellies as their lips moved over and along one another's drenched cunnies and they tasted of one another, their lips moving up and down the shimmering slits. They gripped one another, their bodies arching as they felt the other press her tongue deep, their lips moving against the portals of their sex. Their clits pulsed quicker and quicker, bobbing in their kisses, bathed by their tongues, each orgasm inspiring them to greater passion which, in turn, increased the other to even greater fervor, so that their lovemaking spiraled upward, their ecstasies soaring, their bodies shaking with orgasms and they cried out into one another, shaken to their depths by the cascading tides of joy, their minds spinning within it. Their bodies locked tightly, vibrating faster and faster until they reached the zenith, the crescendo ringing through them. Gradually, they went limp against the bed, gasping for breath, their hearts pounding, their parted lips curled in satiated smiles.
The sounds of their release provided the catalyst for Rick's steadily mounting pleasure to quicken, Karen's mouth sucking faster, her hands stroking his root, juggling his balls. He gripped the chair, his eyes parting enough for him to see Felice and Karen as they came and his juices exploded from his balls, jetting through his spasming length to gush into Karen's gulping mouth, her hands moving to his hips to balance him as he swayed drunkenly from the impact of his climax.
Lauri and Felice rolled onto their backs, side by side and smiled at Clarise who had stood watching them. She slid onto the bed, her hands moving up their stomachs as she pressed her lips to Lauri's bright plume and then to Felice's gleaming pelt, her knees straddling their touching thighs. She stretched forward, cupping a rounded breast in one hand and a teardrop in the other, kissing their nipples as her thighs rubbed their humid slits, their hands encasing the wide-set domes of her big breasts, chafing the tan nubs of her indented nipples outward. She moved higher and their three mouths pressed together, their tongues curling and licking together as their bodies, squeezed tightly together, Lauri and Felice's thighs locking around the shifting of hers, their joined hips caressing her plump, hairless cunt in counterpoint to her caressings of theirs. They murmured and groaned, writhing together, orgasms blossoming into a garden of delirious abandon the three women immerged themselves in, kissing and suckling, twisting and stretching, until they had to pause to recover, happily spent.
Karen stood with Rick, his cock once again erect, jutting out long and hard before him as they walked toward the bed, their hands linked. They smiled at the blurred grins of the tousled three and moved around to either side of the bed, their fingers slipping apart.
"Good t'see you again," he said softly to Lauri as she and Felice smiled up at him and they raised up on to their knees to lower him to the big bed, their hands joining around his shaft as their tongues danced in his mouth. He hugged them to him, kissing them back, his hands moving down to their asses, his cock throbbing.
Karen stretched out with Clarise on the other side of the bed, Clarise's big tits crushing against the diminutive rises of Karen's, their cunnies rubbing together as they kissed languidly.
Lauri and Felice turned and Rick inhaled deeply as their hands and mouths moved down his body to center around his balls and cock. He slid his arms around their hips, kneading their fannies as their mouths joined around his prick, their tongues dueling against his tremoring shaft, their lips moving up and down as they fondled his balls and root with their hands, his fingers curling into their humid cunnies as they filled him with volcanic waves of ecstasy. It all seemed too good to be true and he began to come, shaking as his spend blasted free, their mouths joining around his head as his juices gushed from his spasming cock to share in drinking down his hot gizzum. It was true and it was good-very good.