Chapter 4
While Mickey bathed, his thoughts dwelled on the soon-to-be consummated carnal endeavors.
The three ladies had put on quite a display for him at dinner in their alluring evening attire. How his eyes had lingered on what they were kind enough to display in the way of bosom, how his prick had throbbed at the thought that very soon he would see those luscious bodies unveiled and bare!
Then his thoughts wandered to the surrounding bedrooms and their occupants. He could imagine Naomi dragging off her garments in her excitement and surveying herself naked in the mirror before dressing herself in some sexy outfit for his viewing pleasure.
He could picture Rachel's agitation as she carefully prepared for the fucking for which she thirsted-and hadn't had in a long time. He sensed a suppressed carnality about her, a longing to let herself go and enjoy life the way her daughter did. Naomi said that she got her passionate spirit from her mother, and he hadn't believed it until the way Rachel acted before dinner, letting him feel her up right there in front of her daughter and her niece while they talked about what they were going to do.
And he could almost see Deborah as she nervously prepared herself for the evening. At first, he wondered if Rachel and Naomi had overwhelmed her, and she was going to surrender her cherry to him only to please her aunt. Then, at dinner, she chattered away so freely and delightfully and he sensed in her a certain excitement, the same suppressed eagerness that Rachel exhibited, and now, he felt certain that she was acting from choice, not coercion.
Mickey sprayed on some pheromone-based masculine cologne, put on his robe, and went to Naomi's bedroom. Rachel and Deborah were sitting on a love seat, Rachel's arm was around Deborah's waist, and Deborah's head was on her aunt's shoulder and her left hand was on Rachel's chest, just below her bulging tit. Rachel was wearing a pretty yellow sheer peignoir that made her look even sexier, and Deborah was wearing a plain cotton gown that seemed to emphasize her virginal state.
Naomi was standing at the end of the love seat with her right hand Rachel's shoulder, and Mickey was reminded of an old-fashioned family portrait. A lascivious family, to be sure! Naomi was wearing a lavender lace catsuit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and she looked positively radiant and sexier than Mickey had ever seen her look.
"Welcome to our den of iniquity, darling," Naomi said, beaming as bright as a lighthouse. She kissed him, then stood on his right with one hand on his shoulder.
Rachel rose and rushed to him and threw her arms around his neck and pressed her tits into his chest and kissed him like a long-lost lover, then stood on his left with her hand on his shoulder.
"Now, Deborah, give our guest of honor a proper welcome," Rachel said.
Timidly, the sweet young woman came to Mickey and stood close without touching him and tilted her face up. He took her in his arms, pressed her closely to him, and showered hot kisses on her lips until she gasped for breath. He released her, and she let her arms drop to her sides and stared at him with hot eyes, breathing deeply and blushing furiously.
As if a silent signal had passed between them, Naomi and Rachel turned and collected everybody in a group hug and they all gave each other a tender kiss.
"Mickey, darling, we want you to direct the proceedings tonight instead of someone being chosen by the turn of a card," Rachel said. Then we shall learn the game better and how to play it, and we all promise to do whatever you wish and the way you wish. Will you be so kind?"
"Why, of course, darling," he answered, concealing his joy. He was now master of the situation!
"We three talked about it, Mickey," Rachel said, hugging Deborah a little closer, "and decided that you should have only Naomi and me tonight. Let Deborah see for herself how the game is played, then you can have her tomorrow. Is that okay?"
"Why certainly, darling," he replied with a smile to Deborah. "I think you two will tax my strength anyway, but I hope that Deborah is willing to take part in everything else we do."
Rachel turned to Deborah and said lovingly, "What do you say, dear?"
The blushing young woman nestled closely against Rachel, hesitated a moment, then coloring deeply, replied in a soft voice, "Yes, Aunt Rachel, if you wish it."
"There's your answer, Mickey," said Rachel with a smile. "Now, my lord, your handmaidens await your commands and pleasure!"
Mickey sat on the love seat and said, "Deborah, dear, come and sit on my lap." Hesitantly, Deborah left her aunt's sheltering arms and gently placed herself on his lap, sitting so she faced Naomi and Rachel, and he slipped his left arm around her waist and kissed her lovingly. She was quivering with agitation, and it was a delicious sensation to feel her soft weight on his thighs and to note the little tremors that pulsated through her. "Now, Rachel, my darling, we want to see your naked body," he said softly.
"Oh, Mickey," Rachel protested, flushing furiously, "why must I be first?"
"Because you're the oldest, darling," he replied, "and you must set the example."
"You aren't hiding much in that pretty peignoir anyway," Naomi laughed. She hugged her mother and kissed her tenderly, then backed up a half-step and unfastened her sheer robe and pushed it off her shoulders.
Rachel took a deep breath as her daughter gathered up the sheer gown and pulled it over her head. She glanced at Mickey, then shut her eyes as her left arm automatically crossed over her breasts and her right hand covered her cunt.
"Your tits and bush are too big to hide that way," Naomi giggled as she pushed her mother's hands away.
Mickey felt Deborah shiver and glanced at her. Her eyes were riveted on her aunt's naked figure, her mouth was open slightly, and she was breathing heavily.
"Have you ever seen her naked?"
"Lots of times," Deborah breathed, "but it's so different now."
Naomi remained by her mother as if expecting further orders, and Mickey could see that she, too was quivering with suppressed excitement.
"Naomi, clasp your mother's hands together at the back of her head, and then come here," he said.
"Oh, Mickey," Rachel whispered, "that's such a provocative pose."
"He knows," Naomi chuckled, "he's a very provocative man."
She put her mother's hands behind her head then joined Mickey and Deborah, standing at the end of the love seat, her eyes glittering with lust. In silence, they gazed at Rachel, their broken breathing betraying their conspicuous excitement and pleasure.
Naked, Rachel was certainly an eye-catching sight, her flushed face, her glorious figure, her wonderful breasts heaving with carnal agitation. She had splendidly rounded thigh and legs, grandly swelling hips and haunches, and a bewitching forest of closely curling silky hair that clustered over and concealed her cunt.
"Oh, Mickey, she's glorious," whispered Naomi, glowing with admiration.
"Looking at her makes my pussy tingle," Deborah murmured.
"Mine, too," Naomi panted. "Mickey, make her turn around slowly, darling, so we can see her from all angles and in profile."
Rachel flushed all over, opened her eyes and glanced at her daughter, then squinched her eyes shut quickly.
"Rachel, open your eyes and look at me, darling," Mickey said quietly.
Rachel opened her eyes and flushed all over again.
Mickey held her gaze and said, "Are you happy, darling?"
"Yes," Rachel whispered.
Mickey looked at Rachel's heaving tits. "Are you excited, darling?"
"Yes," Rachel whispered.
Mickey let his eyes wander slowly up and down Rachel's naked body. "Are you proud of your body, darling?"
"Yes," Rachel whispered.
"Turn sideways, darling," Mickey said softly, "and stand with your back very straight so your tits stick way out."
"Oh, Mickey, you are provocative," Rachel murmured as she turned and straightened her back.
The sight of her in that position was simply glorious, the sweep and spring of her back and lush buttocks, the curve of her belly, and her proud uplifted tits with their thick nipples, and Mickey felt his prick stir and begin to stiffen.
"I feel something," Deborah said softly.
"My cock is getting hard," he chuckled.
"Oh," Deborah giggled, and wiggled her ass gently.
'Turn your back to us," Mickey said.
"Oh, my," Naomi said, "her ass is awesome."
"It's too big," Rachel murmured, "and so are my thighs."
"I don't think so," Mickey said.
"I'm glad," Naomi said. "I'm going to look just like her when I'm forty."
"If you're lucky," Mickey said. "Rachel, turn on around and face us, dear."
Rachel faced them again, visibly trembling with apprehension.
Naomi went to her mother and hefted a tit in each hand and rubbed her thumbs over Rachel's nipples.
"Oh, Naomi," Rachel gasped, "what are you doing?"
"Playing with your beautiful tits," Naomi chuckled. She kissed her mother tenderly, then slid her right hand down the front of her body and rubbed her thick bush. "You're a real bushy tail, Mama. Deborah, come here, dear."
Deborah stood by Naomi, and Naomi hefted Rachel's left tit with both hands and kissed the thick nipple.
"Oh, Naomi," Rachel whispered.
"Deborah, have you ever touched Mama's tits?"
"No," Deborah replied, staring at the hunk of mammary flesh between Naomi's hands.
"Hold her other tit like this and kiss the nipple," Naomi said.
"Oh, Naomi," Rachel whispered. The young women held Rachel's tits and kissed her nipples, and Rachel shivered hard. "This is fun," Deborah giggled. "She-likes it, too," Naomi said. "She's covered with goose bumps, and her nipples are so hard."
Naomi whispered in Deborah's ear, and Deborah giggled and ran her right hand through Rachel's bush.
"You're right," Deborah said, "it is real soft."
"Put your hand between her legs," Naomi said, "and feel of her pussy."
Rachel tried to shy away, but her hands were still behind her head and Naomi was holding onto her tit and suddenly Deborah's hand was on her pussy, and she couldn't move. She shivered harder than ever and her knees felt so weak, she thought she would fall.
"Don't push her too far," Mickey said softly. "Bring her here and put her on my lap."
Naomi and Deborah took Rachel to Mickey and seated her on his lap and gave her a kiss. He put his arm around her waist and showered burning kisses on her glorious tits, then kissed her lips.
"Now, Naomi, it's your turn," he said. "Strip, dear, and show us your naked beauties. Help her, Deborah."
Naomi stood naked before them, a breathtaking vision of voluptuous beauty. The sight was familiar to Mickey, but to Rachel and Deborah, it was a revelation that struck them speechless with admiration.
Rachel's uneven breathing betrayed how much the sight of her daughter's naked loveliness was affecting her. "Oh, Mickey," she said softly, "she's so sexy."
"You've seen her naked before," Mickey teased.
"Yes, but never like this," Rachel replied. "I know that you're going to fuck her, and that makes all the difference in the world."
"You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you?"
"Yes, darling," Rachel said quietly, "for the first time in my life, I'm really enjoying myself."
Deborah simply tingled with undisguised pleasure as her eyes dwelled almost wonderingly on the glorious wealth of golden fluffy hair that grew on Naomi's Mound of Venus and sheltered her cunt. She ran the tips of her fingers through the forest of golden curls, then giggled, blushed and retreated to where Mickey and Rachel was sitting. She stood behind Rachel and draped her arm over her aunt's shoulder. Her hand fell on Rachel's tit, but neither seemed to notice.
They made Naomi turn slowly, just as her mother had done, reveling in the spectacle of her bewitching body, and when she faced them again, her cheeks were suffused with blushes.
Mickey stealthily watched Rachel's eyes as they wandered over her daughter's voluptuously naked body and her delicious breasts and her golden-haired cunt. "Tell me what you're thinking," he said softly.
Rachel blushed and said softly, "I wish I had a cock, so I could fuck her the way she deserves to be fucked."
She kissed Mickey on the cheek quickly, then laughed wickedly. Deborah broke into a ripple of laughter and instinctively squeezed her aunt's tit.
"Then you can appreciate my sensations, darling," Mickey said as he amorously played with her other heavy tit.
"I can guess them, darling, by the strong movements of what I'm sitting on," Rachel replied as she wiggled her bare, well-rounded ass provokingly on his lap, smiling wickedly.
It was only too true. The sight of Rachel's glorious nakedness, so quickly followed by the display of her daughter's voluptuous charms set him on fire, and his prick was like a rod of steel.
Mickey glanced over Rachel's shoulder at Deborah. She was still intently gazing at Naomi, evidently very excited by her cousin's naked beauty. Her eyes were gleaming, her lips were partly open, and her tits throbbed and heaved, and she was dominated by intense curiosity, which for the time being, overpowered her maidenly instincts and training. Some subtle instinct told her that a crisis was approaching.
"Rachel, my darling," Mickey said, "it's time that I fucked your beautiful daughter."
Naomi blushed prettily, but Deborah became crimson as she glanced quickly at Mickey.
"Oh, Mickey, please do," Rachel replied, kissing him ardently. She slid from his lap, deliberately scrubbing her naked ass over his rigid cock, and sat on the love seat and motioned to Deborah.
Deborah instantly climbed onto Rachel's legs, quivering with excitement. Rachel kissed her affectionately and whispered something in her ear that Mickey couldn't hear, but which made her color still more furiously.
In an instant, Mickey was naked, his prick standing stiff and rampant in magnificent erection. Naomi's eyes glistened joyfully at the sight, but Deborah shrank back in Rachel's arms, startled.
"Oh, Aunt Rachel," Deborah exclaimed, her eyes widely dilating with surprise and alarm at the sight of the rampant prick.
"Come here, Mickey," Rachel said quietly as she passed her hands caressingly and reassuringly over Deborah.
Mickey slipped an arm around Naomi and the pair of them stood in front of and close to her and the still-startled Deborah, his prick waving in the air in front of him, sticking way out and throbbing with pent-up energy and passion.
"Now look at it, dear," said Rachel softly as she pointed to his cock. "It's much bigger than you'll usually find. Isn't it simply magnificent?"
Timidly, Deborah looked, her astonished eyes traveling from the threatening, rubicund head, along the shaft to the root in the forest of hair, under which his dangling balls were clearly visible, the sight filling her with wonder and amazement.
In silent curiosity, they watched Deborah as she gazed on the masculine organ which was soon to be lodged up her virgin cunt and wondered what thoughts were flashing through her mind at the sight of the instrument of her approaching deflowering.
Rachel reached out and grasped the stiff tool with her left hand and moved her hand slowly back and forth, first covering the swollen purple knob with the foreskin, then skinning it back so the large bulb popped out again.
Deborah stared at the immense love wand in fascination, and Rachel took her hand and put in the thick, throbbing shaft.
"Wrap your hand around it, dear," Rachel said softly. "All men like to have their cocks touched and caressed."