Chapter 7
Neither Susannah nor Louisa moved from the spot where they stood, although there was a slight trembling of their bodies. It was crystal clear that Juan had been inside the house talking to Al and Marty. If he was a relative of the servant girl, he would never have used the front door.
"They must have had the little bastard spying on us!" Susannah said, grasping Louisa's hand more tightly. "What can we do now?"
"Nothing," Louisa said with a shrug and pulled Susannah along at a brisk pace to the front door. "We'll have to play it by ear. Let the men make the first move . . . the first statement."
"And then what?"
"Ji they accuse us . . . well admit it!" Louisa said harshly. "There's nothing else we can do . . . if Juan told them about us."
The two girls tiptoed quietly through the front door. Neither one seemed to be breathing. They listened intently, cocking their ears first in one direction, then another. So far, so good. They moved on up the stairs as quietly as possible and darted into Susannah's empty bedroom.
"Whew!" said Susannah, breathing deeply. "I thought my heart would stop beating."
"The worst is yet to come," Louisa reminded her. "They must be in the study working. I think we better shower and get into some clothes. Maybe we can face the music better if we're properly dressed."
The two girls showered hurriedly and then slipped on panties, bras and cool nylon mini-dresses. A quick combing out of their hair, just a little hp-stick (which they applied to each others' mouths after a longing kiss), and they decided it was almost time to face up to whatever was going to happen. Louisa told Susannah to wait in her room while she went upstairs to the small attic where Marty and Al were working.
Susannah sat on the edge of the bed, twisting her hands nervously, her tongue constantly licking across her lower hp. She dreaded to think what Al would say and do now that he had discovered her broken promise. She had sworn to him that she would never again have sex with a woman: or a man, come to that. They'd been so frank with each other, so open.. .
She recalled the night, two or three days before their marriage, when she had hesitantly confessed to Al that she had had a lesbian relationship with a couple of the girls at her college. He had been so understanding, she remembered. So calm and un-shocked about the revelation.
But he had made it quite clear to her that he couldn't tolerate a repetition of her kinky behavior. And she had been only too happy to give him an assurance that she would never, never do such a thing again.
Now, if the little Mexican boy had told him about the episode on the beach . . . ?
Susannah shuddered. She hardly dared to believe that she and Louisa had jumped to the wrong conclusion about Juan's appearance at the villa. What other motive could he possibly have for calling there so soon after their sexing?
That's right, you heard me!" Marty said shortly. "Al sent the boy to check up on you! As I expect you found out, his English is awful-but he managed to get the message across! Did you enjoy yourselves?"
Louisa stood in the doorway, her fingers tightening on the handle. "Why?" she asked weakly. "What made you do such a thing?"
Al sat at the desk facing Marty, staring down uncomfortably at the sheets of paper which lay strewn over the surface. So far he hadn't said a word-leaving Marty to answer Louisa's questions about the reason for Juan's visit.
The boy did sundry odd jobs about the place and he had called shortly after Louisa and Susannah left for the beach to see if there were any chores he could do for them. Al had answered the door and asked him, mainly by sign language, to spy on the two American girls and tell him if they were doing anything "odd".
Marty and Al didn't seem to realize that the boy had also participated in a sex orgy with their wives, and Louisa guessed that Juan had diplomatically omitted that portion of the story. The little bastard! She vowed then and there that she would make him pay for his dirty, sneaky tricks. Just wait until she got her hands on him!
Marty cut in on her wild fantasies for revenge. "Listen," he told his wife. "At the moment I don't give a damn about what you and Susannah do! As far as I'm concerned, this play is the only important thing at the moment.
"I just don't have the time or energy to spare, understand? And if Al had any sense he'd stop worrying about the pair of you and concentrate on his work!" He gave the man a contemptuous glance.
"Go on!" he said to Louisa. "Go back to your lezzy friend and leave us in peace. You've done enough to disturb us for one day!"
Reddening, Louisa backed out of the room and closed the door behind her. Before she went down the narrow flight of stairs to rejoin Susannah, she leaned against the wall and tried to sort out her feelings.
She was terribly mixed-up, terribly confused. How could Marty take the situation so calmly? Even allowing for the fact that he was wrapped up in getting the play finished; surely he should have reacted more violently to the revelation that his wife was having a lesbian affair?
She hadn't thought him capable of such coldness, such sheer apathy towards her. Maybe he didn't really love her so strongly after all. Or maybe it was simply the crisis: his career was at stake, Louisa reminded herself-and this was the first time since she'd known him that he'd suffered such a serious setback.
Perhaps when the play was accepted and well into production he would change his attitude. She found herself wanting him to be jealous, wanting him to be angry and disgusted with her for what she'd done with Susannah. That would be natural . . . it would prove to her that he cared passionately for her . . .
Louisa could hear the murmur of their voices coming through the closed door but was unable to make out what they were saying. She would have given a lot to know the gist of their conversation; if she had some clear idea of Al's attitude towards Susannah she would be in a much better position to formulate her plan of action.
As it was, Louisa wasn't sure if she ought to go ahead with her proposed seduction of Susannah's husband. Damn! she thought. Then realized that if she really wanted to, she could easily overhear the men's debate. All she had to do was apply her ear to the keyhole!
A moment later, Louisa was stooping softly at the closed door, listening intently . . .
". . . stir yourself up even more if you have a row with her," Marty was saying. "It's stupid! You can't do anything to change things, can you? Why not let it ride, as I suggested before? There's simply no sense in your making matters worse, now is there?"
She was unable to hear Al's reply. The man's voice was low and muffled. But Marty's next words made her feel much more relaxed.
"Of course you should! That's the idea! After all, she had a nasty scare when they guessed we suspected something. Otherwise Louisa wouldn't have rushed up here looking so agitated. They'll almost certainly be too frightened to try it again-so why get all hot and bothered?
"Just let it go to the back of your mind-don't let it worry you! If you were to have it all out with Susannah you'll probably drive her straight into Louisa's arms. Let them do the worrying! Let them stew for a while, wondering what we're going to do!
"Don't say anything to her-anything at ah! If you want to get her back that's the way to do it: keep her in suspense! Make her suffer!
"Now . . . try to focus your mind on this damned play. We've got to arrange it so that--. "
Louisa stood up slowly. So far, so good, she thought. It looked as if Marty had succeeded in persuading Al not to challenge Susannah about her lesbian loving. And that meant she could still stick to her plan of going to their room tonight and.. .
Quickly stifling a small voice inside her which was beginning to raise objections, Louisa began to work down the stairs. As she approached Susannah's bedroom, a further idea occurred to her. If Marty and Al were going to play the strong, silent types then there wasn't really any need for Susannah to know that Juan had deliberately spied on them, was there?
She tapped softly at the door and entered the room. Susannah was still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking anxiously at her as Louisa moved to her side.
"What happened?" she asked tensely. "What did they say?"
Louisa smiled reassuringly at the girl. "Nothing at all. Juan is just an odd job boy, he runs errands and helps out generally. They were a bit annoyed that I interrupted their work, but otherwise-" She spread her hands. They don't suspect a thing. After all, why should they?"
Susannah regarded her dubiously. "You were gone quite a long while," she complained. "Are you sure that's all that happened?"
"Of course I am, silly!" Louisa put her hands on the girl's shoulders. "Why would I lie to you?" She kissed Susannah's forehead gently. "My skin feels all tingly," she remarked. "I think we're going to have a marvelous sun-tan by the end of our vacation."
Susannah seemed to be heartened by Louisa's matter-of-fact manner: Her face brightened and she relaxed, her body losing its tenseness.
"Be careful with me tonight, won't you?" the girl said coyly. "My body feels a bit sunburned, too!"
Louisa squeezed her shoulders gently. "I promise," she murmured. I'll be as soft as I canl As long as you don't get me overexcited, that is!"
Then, hearing a knock at the front door, she moved away from Susannah. "That'll be the maid, I expect. Let's go down and help her prepare dinner. I feel starved."
Linking arms affectionately, the girls walked downstairs-their minds already savoring the pleasures which awaited them in a few hours' time . . .
Allenby Borden lay in bed, turning on his side away from Susannah, unable to sleep. He had been awake for what seemed like hours, his mind going over and over the events of the past day and night.
The room was dark-Susannah had drawn the curtains at the windows because she complained that the brightness of the full moon was preventing her from dropping off to sleep. They swayed gently in the warm night air, rustled by the sea breezes which blew through the open lattice.
Al stared at them vacantly, his thoughts turned inward to the problem of what to do about his wife's infidelity. He had taken Marty's advice and said nothing to Susannah about the way Juan had spied on them at his request. But he knew that it was going to be impossible not to challenge the girl sooner or later.
He seethed with indignation, with disgust at her for betraying her promise to refrain from such practices. And no matter what Marty said, Al knew that he would have to chastise Susannah-verbally, at least.
Marty was completely wrong: it was out of the question for him to concentrate fully on the play while his wife's misbehavior was nagging at his mind. No matter how hard he tried to forget, at least temporarily, what Susannah and Louisa had done together, the images kept forming-the pictures of the two girls kissing and fondling.
The shifting patterns on the curtains seemed to dissolve into a moving picture of the naked females as they writhed and caressed each other. Al could, see their breasts, their firm, taut-fleshed thighs moving together in a languorous sexual rhythm . . .
He closed his eyes tightly, trying to blink away the persistent and erotic fantasy. But as soon as he opened them again-there, on the gently swaying curtains, on the dimly visible folds of cloth, were outlined Louisa's and Susannah's bodies: mocking him with their blatant petting!
Beads of sweat broke out on the man's forehead. He realized that the idea of Susannah's lesbianism was getting to be an obsession with him. Behind his outward show of disgust and anger, Al perceived a definite, rather terrifying ambivalence; an odd, dry-throated excitement at the idea of two voluptuous females touching and fondling at their nude, hard-nippled bodies.
And then he froze, almost convinced that he was being driven to insanity by his preoccupation. On the curtain before him had suddenly appeared the unmistakable silhouette of a naked woman!
It couldn't be an hallucination! Al grasped at the solidity of the image with desperation. Though the room was far too dark for him to be 100 percent certain, he refused to believe that his imagination was quite so inventive.
This new shape had done the vague shadowiness of the earlier fantasies. It had to be real! It had to be!
Trembling, Al raised himself up on one elbow; straining his eyes frantically to search out the three-dimensional substance of the figure. It moved suddenly, dropping down below the level of the curtains. And he shivered violently: forcing his eyes to peer over the side of the bed.
The next moment he felt a soft, slim-figured hand creep beneath the single sheet which covered his body and rest firmly on the inside of his thigh.
It was at that instant Al realized his wife was playing a game with him. Evidently, she had slipped out of bed and deliberately stood against the curtain-her naked body in front of him.
He relaxed. And as Susannah's fingers moved slowly up his leg, Al felt a sharp stab of pleasure growing stronger and stronger within his testicles. It came from the realization that these fingers had been recently caressing Louisa's naked cunt-they had done precisely the same thing to the woman as they were now doing to HIM! Straying with a meaningful pressure up the inside of his leg, coaxing their delicate way over the flesh until they were near enough to fondle at his genitals.
Al breathed heavily, a curious feeling of paralysis stealing through his limbs and making it impossible for him to move. His head sank back onto the pillow, his eyes closing, as Susannah's hand drew nearer and nearer to his rising prick.
At long last the gentle fingers closed around the stiff thickness, squeezing firmly but tenderly and giving his cock an exquisitely loving massage. They lifted it until it was pointing towards his belly, the foreskin drawn back the crown already pulsing with a steady, even throb.
His wife began to give his prick a thorough, sustained petting; running her lovely fingers over every inch of the now fully erect tool and teasing the loose skin until Al was aroused to a frantic state of excitement.
She rubbed it into his abdomen, pushing the meaty knob urgently against the soft flesh-then releasing it and letting it wobble stiffly for a moment or two, before tightening her fingers once more around its proud, dynamic length and fondling it deliciously with the cool, silky tips.
Soon, he felt her other hand slide beneath the sheet and the next moment Al's cock was being rolled between the girl's ten fingers-Susannah's hands kneading it firmly as if it were particularly hard piece of dough.
She pulled the foreskin back as far as it would stretch, exposing the raw underside of his prick: the soft, vulnerable, highly sensitive glans, then Al felt the liquid warmth of her mouth close over his crown and suck the first inch or two of his penis between her lips.
Instead of taking the whole length into her mouth, however, she tightened her lips firmly around the pointed arrowhead and began to lick it feverishly.
Al shuddered with pleasure. Her darling tongue was coursing over the very tip of his cock and provoking it to a frenzied, ticklish ecstasy. And her fingers were still playing expertly with the rest of his prick-caressing up and down the mighty stem and applying just the right amount of pressure.
When they strayed down to his balls and began to fondle the loose, supple sacks, Al felt so gloriously stimulated that it was all he could do to prevent his come from shooting prematurely into her mouth!
Clenching his fists he fought back the urge, knowing that she had scarcely begun to suck him yet.
Besides, he wanted to touch and caress her before ejaculating. All thoughts of being angry with Susannah had vanished from his mind now. This was obviously what the girl had intended to happen-and Al knew that he had been caught helplessly by his wife's clever wiles. She understood his vulnerable spots only too well!
But if this was her way of saying sorry and asking to be forgiven . . . Well, it would take a stronger man than him to throw her favors back into her face!
The voluptuous sensations she created were better than ever, and he only frowned slightly when he wondered if she had learned some new techniques from Louisa. Susannah was gliding her fingers further under his crotch, stroking and stroking his perineum, the space between his balls and anus. She deliberately kept her forefinger tickling in a light, teasing circle there, while she let her middle finger search for his asshole.
Al sighed softly and relaxed his buttocks, feeling the sexy finger slip between the cheeks of his buttocks and begin to wangle its way into his anus. He squirmed sensuously, feeling the rigid finger go deeper and deeper. It sank inwards, right to the hilt, then started to frig in and out, making the supple, elastic inner flesh stretch helplessly under the persistent probe!
There was the realization that her mouth was much wetter as she revolved her lips in a slow, tight writhing around the head of his cock, making it feel more and more as if he were inside her cunt rather than her mouth. It was a beautiful feeling!
Susannah made soft, moaning sounds, almost singing in a whisper over his prick. He longed to reach out for her, to pull her up on the bed and feel her naked charms pressing against him from head to toe. But how could he dare think about her taking her delectable lips away from his throbbing cock? They were giving him so much pleasure that Al knew he could never bring himself to move her until he shot off his heavy load of come right into her darling mouth.
At the same time, however, Al wanted to at least be able to fondle his wife, play with her big, firm titties and massage her juicy clitoris, feeling it get hard beneath his finger.
And then Al suddenly gasped audibly! His out-flung arm brushed against soft, warm flesh! Incredible! He began to run his hand over the body of the person at his side (not the one who was sucking his cock so lovingly) and recognized almost immediately, that Susannah was lying beside him!
Al traced his fingers up and down the curves he recognized so unerringly. Susannah was completely naked and had thrown the sheet back. Meanwhile, the sucking of his throbbing cock continued! Who? Louisa! His mind began to whirl and he felt totally incapable of understanding this very strange situation in which he was so intimately involved. It was unbelievable! But it was happening! It was not a dream!
He tried to collect his senses, but before he had time, Susannah (the real Susannah) pressed her body closely against his, her arm stealing around his neck. She put her lips to his ear and whispered softly: "Don't be angry, darling! Don't lose your temper . . . please! Oh, Al, darling . . . Louisa and I can give you so-o-o much pleasure."
There was a deliberate liquid and sexy quality to Susannah's voice. The sounds caressed his mind like soft, soothing fingertips. Al was still too overawed to speak. And what in the world would he have to say to them, if he could speak? What would any man say to his wife when she was suddenly loving him and encouraging another beautiful and passionate young woman to suck his cock? And how beautifully she was doing it too!
With his eyes closed, Al remained silent, almost passive. And the girls took this as a sign of encouragement (which it was) and Susannah began to kiss him around his ear and neck, nibbling gently at the lobe, her tongue stealing out and licking moistly along the tender flesh. Her fingers caressed his shoulder, then moved across his chest and began to pluck his tiny nipples. She was delighted by the response of a heavy sigh and a moan from Louisa at the same time (meaning his cock had swelled larger momentarily), each time she squeezed his nipple real hard between her thumb and forefinger.
Susannah felt herself aflame with passion, and much of it was due to the fact that she was watching Louisa's lovely lips and tongue working on her husband's cock! The same mouth that had brought her to the highest plateaus of erotic pleasure she had even known was now serving as a juicy and active receptacle for her own husband's prick! And she was watching!
"Oh, it's beautiful, Louisa," Susannah sighed, recognizing that she was an out and out voyeur. "Louisa . . . let me see your tongue stick in his little pee-hole.. . lick the head. Oh, Louisa, it's beautiful!"
So strongly aroused was Susannah that she immediately pushed her fingers between the lips of her own dripping cunt and rubbed the clitoris to an orgasm. And then, she brought her gooey fingers back up to Al's nipples and began to play with them again, let them slide around between the slippery digits.
All of this time, Louisa had not interrupted her sucking, licking and milking of Al's cock. She had sucked on it almost incessantly, with her finger still probing deeply into his rectum and twisting in and out of his tight asshole.
There was a feeling of helpless acceptance that crept over Al. No time to worry about guilt and soul-searching while enjoying such a different and ecstatic experience. His lust had been aroused to an abnormally strong urgency by Louisa's clever and sincerely "hungry" sucking and he was far too excited to worry about it. Whatever happened tomorrow, Al decided, tonight was going to be a fantastic experience for him. He was a prince, a master sensualist, a modern Casanova. He had carte blanche to savor the delights of two obedient females. There was no doubt that they would cater to the wildest of his whims, and, probably, without his having to ask.
He comforted himself luxuriously with these thoughts, allowing every muscle in his body to relax completely. It was up to Louisa and Susannah to show him what they could do! The passive role, with two aggressive female bodies, was a very pleasant experience, Al was fast realizing.
Arranging her huge breasts carefully, Susannah pushed tightly against her husband's side. Al had raised his arm and it was now loosely about her shoulders. His hand roamed the expanse of her naked back. She snuggled herself warmly into him and let her hand wander voluptuously down his chest, caressing parts of his body with her excited fingers until they reached the flat of his stomach. They then slowly descended into the curly mass of his thick pubic hair, and eased softly downward until they closed around the root of his cock.
With breathless excitement, Susannah began to finger, shaking it from side to side and making the hard rod wobble even more interestingly in Louisa's mouth. She also began to frig the supple foreskin up and down. She increased her momentum and forced the loose foreskin to make a separate movement as Louisa sucked the main column of his rigid cock.
Al was delirious with passion. At the same time that he felt the new sensation and the continued sucking of Louisa's greedy mouth, Susannah began to kiss his mouth more passionately than ever before (he envisioned how she kissed Louisa). Her moist and fleshy mouth teased him with a series of liquid contacts. The tip of her tongue protruded from her lips and darted between his teeth with deliberately sensitive provocativeness.
Al tried to press his lips to hers, but Susannah refused to let him have his way. She forced the man to submit to her delicate, tantalizing kisses; slowly building his desire to maddening intensity.
While her fingers played ruthlessly on his prick, Susannah's mouth coquettishly taunted his lips. Her teeth would suddenly bite into his lower hp, pull away, and then her tongue would dab wetly on the spot to lick the wound.
Sweetly infuriating, this treatment seemed to be prolonged indefinitely; Al feeling his cock leap inside the tight confines of Louisa's lips with every teasing motion of his wife's mouth.
He puUed his arm from around her back and felt for her breast-determined to make her pay for this tormenting but exciting exercise.
His fingers closed eagerly over the girl's bulbous titty. It was nestling against his side, the nipple resting very close to his own. Al took it between his thumb and forefinger, but instead of squeezing and rubbing it-as Susannah expected-he rolled them as softly as possible around the tip, scarcely touching her flesh at all.
She squirmed against him, her breast itching madly as Al deliberately tickled the base of her nipple: making it rise up stiffly but refusing to give it the satisfaction of a good, hard pinching . . .
Frantically, unable to stand the teasing, she buried her lips into her husband's mouth-forcing his teeth to part and thrusting her tongue deeply against his.
Instantly, Al closed his finger and thumb as tightly as he could around the girl's nipple. The bud was squeezed in a viciously rough vice which made Susannah gasp in sudden pain. But this was at least better than having her poor little titty tormented!
She could feel the pain turning mysteriously into jabs of pure pleasure as the sensation moved from her nipple, through her breast, to the whole of her body. Urgently, she rubbed her lips against his, cramming her wet, slithery tongue into Al's mouth and running it wildly over his teeth and gums.
Louisa, meanwhile, her finger busily reaming into the man's ass and her lips glued to his cock, had sensed that Al might begin to shoot his load too soon. She slowed down the tempo of her sucking-reluctantly, because she hungered for the taste of his come.
After her regrettably brief sampling of Juan's love-juice, Louisa yearned to have the pungent fruits of male sperm on her tongue. Excitement welled up in her as she realized that her ambition was going to be fulfilled tonight. No matter what happened, she vowed, Al was going to shoot his load between her lips! Marty refused to accommodate her, but she intended to use every ounce of her sexual prowess to ensure that Al didn't disappoint her!
But not yet.. . She didn't want their party to end too soon and she wasn't entirely sure whether Al had a large appetite; it was possible that he might lose interest in them once he had reached his first orgasm, and she certainly didn't want that to happen.
Better play safe, she warned herself. And eased her lips slowly away from the man's pulsating crown, planting a final lass on the fleshy tip.
A bead of come must have been squeezed out of his cock already-because she was certain that she could taste the faint tang of it on her lips. Yes! Louisa savored the sample with relish. That would do as an hors d'oeuvre, she told herself with satisfaction. But she wanted a main course of the same dish a little later . . . !
Now: what could she do next? It was important to break up Susannah and Al's little party; they seemed to be getting on rather well without her-and that would never do!
Louisa decided that it might be rather interesting if she gave them an exhibition of her striptease talent; with Susannah lending her a hand, of course.
She had light-heartedly and playfully "performed" a strip act for some of the dancers and models she worked with, it had never been anything more than a joke among them, but Louisa could now see that hidden beneath the apparent high spirits was a strong, if surreptitious sexuality.
However, this was hardly the time or place for psycho-analyzing her past. She got up from the floor and opened the curtains so that a chink appeared between them-just enough to permit a few rays of moonlight into the room. It was still quite dark, but they were now able to see each other fairly clearly; the pale glow filtering through the open window and lending their white bodies an added luminosity.
Both Susannah and Al looked up sharply as their faces were illuminated by the sudden light. Louisa held their attention by jumping up onto the bed and raising her hands.
"Don't move," she whispered. "I want you to watch me, but you can go on doing whatever you were doing!" Her eyes twinkled mischievously and although neither Susannah nor Al could see them they could tell from Louisa's voice that the woman was gently teasing.
Al lifted his face from Susannah's breast but continued to fondle the lovely, pliable orb with his fingers. He watched Louisa curiously, her long legs directly in front of his face, her knees on a level with his eyes.
She began to writhe slowly, gyrating her hips in a sexy, deliberate grind. Her hands stole to her thighs and caressed them, fingers rubbing the insides of her legs and moving gradually upwards until they almost caressed her crotch.
Then Louisa stooped quickly and snatched up Susannah's discarded peignoir-a transparent red nightgown which lay in an untidy heap at the foot of the bed. Seductively, Louisa rubbed the silky garment all over her naked body; beginning at her thighs and slowly continuing up her legs until the disheveled confection was being pressed tightly into her crotch.
Spellbound, Al stared at Marty's wife. She was still swaying softly, her shoulders and hips moving in a daring and sensual rhythm as she stroked the wadded silk deliberately over her belly and then caressed her breasts with the red garment.
Huskily, Louisa murmured: "Come and help me put it on, Susannah, would you?"
As if hypnotized the sound of the woman's voice, the girl rose up, disengaging herself gently from her husband's arms. The bed springs creaked as she stepped to Louisa's side and silently took it from her hands.
Susannah shook it out, got it the right way round, then slipped it over Louisa's head. The woman shivered-her body, her breasts wobbling beautifully, and the nylon garment rustled into position-falling just below her crotch. Without the matching panties, it was superbly revealing: showing off Louisa's poised body to perfection.
She turned slowly until Al could see the lower cheeks of her ass protruding under the hem of the nightdress. From this vantage position, face almost directly under her legs, the man was able to look right up the shapely legs and view Louisa's blond-haired bush. (The woman had thoughtfully kept her thighs well apart for this very reason).
And Susannah! Her extreme proximity to this voluptuous, writhing woman! Al darted his eyes from one to the other-from Louisa to Susannah-wishing there was more light in the room so that he could see them better, but knowing that this shadowy atmosphere added considerably to his pleasure.
At any rate, the shaft of moonlight was streaming directly onto the girls' hips. He could see their thighs and crotches quite distinctly and the vision was keeping his prick at its full state of erection.
"Tug it down over my bottom!" Louisa whispered, the words so breathy and faint that Al could barely make them out.
Susannah took the hem between her fingers and tried vainly to pull it over her white cheeks. It was far too short for the girl to successfully hide Louisa's buttocks completely-and she placed her fingers on one of the warm globes, supporting the flesh gently, saying:
I'm sorry, darling-I'm afraid it's not quite long enough!" She was fondling the cheek softly, her hand petting the White, jutting orb with familiar intimacy.
Al felt his breath quickening and his prick jerking against the sheet. They looked so utterly voluptuous, there on the bed in front of him! The girls were obviously prolonging their activity solely for his pleasure-to arouse him to a wild, insatiable lust. And he gritted his teeth, determined to watch their game for as long as possible without interrupting it
Louisa leaned forward slightly, making her buttocks stick out and reveal even more clearly the deep divide of her cheeks. Susannah helped her to display the exciting charms by easing the portion of ass which she was holding a little farther away from its twin: causing the woman's cheeks to be opened very revealingly.
"You'll have to cover me with your fingers," Louisa murmured. "I feel so naked and defenseless with only this negligee around me . . . "
Susannah gladly moved her hand until her fingers were splayed across Louisa's ass-the tips stealing right into the woman's crease and concealing it from view. But the knowledge that his wife's hand was now actually moving upon the velvet crease and pressing into Louisa's private parts, gave Al an even more intense excitement.
He strained his eyes to see Susannah's fingers pushing firmly into the woman's buttocks: the angle of Louisa's hips ensuring that the girl's hand touched her as easily as possible, the thrust of her bottom making it difficult for Susannah to avoid contact with the damp hole of her anus.
Not that she had the slightest intention of shirking her taskl Susannah teased her fingertips softly up and down the length of Louisa's crease, feeling them brush against the hard, tight little orifice with mounting self-indulgence.
The fact that her husband was watching them so intently only gave her an added kick-as if she was undergoing a sort of test, an examination which she must pass with flying colors!
"There, there!" she soothed. "I'll hide your buttocks darling! I'll make sure you don't reveal too much of yourself!"
Louisa squirmed, wiggling her hips audaciously. The movement caused Susannah's fingers to slip a little further into her groove; the edge of one nail sliding impertinently into the tight fold of her rear hole.
"Perhaps I'd better push my finger right into you," Susannah suggested softly: stealing her other hand around Louisa's waist and rubbing herself sex-ily against the woman's silky curves.
"Then we can be sure that you won't be observed!" Louisa nodded-and Al watched with baited breath as his wife deliberately wormed her finger slowly and painstakingly into the woman's anus.
The digit was thrust deeper and deeper up the wrinkled, soft-skinned hole, until Al saw that it had completely disappeared from view inside the secret rear tube. The remainder of Susannah's fingers were spread out on the ripe cheeks-pushing firmly into them so that the flesh was pressed thrillingly inwards.
Susannah stepped around Louisa, turning the woman until she once more faced towards Al. The girl remained at Louisa's side, standing sideways to her husband, her finger still embedded in that gorgeous asshole.
But now Susannah was lowering her other hand towards Louisa's crotch, the fingers stealing slowly and surely downwards until they passed over the raised hem of the woman's garment and caressed unashamedly at Louisa's crotch.
Her legs wide apart, Louisa let her head go back so that her long white neck was exposed and her breasts thrust through the silk of her nightie with a fierce, hard-pointed challenge. Susannah lay her cheek against the woman's shoulder, rubbing her face into the rounded flesh and occasionally kissing the skin tenderly. Taking her time, purposely delaying the penetration for as long as she could, Susannah moved her fingers into the blonde-haired bush and slowly exposed the pink cunt lips to her husband's eager eyes.
The folds peeped open, the layers of soft, fatty flesh peeling sweetly into view. Susannah placed her forefinger into the slit and massaged it lightly-scarcely touching the precious clit, her digit caressing with a sweet, feathery up-and-down contact.
Out of the corner of his eye. Al noticed that Louisa's hand had now stolen around Susannah's hips and her fingers were rubbing over the girls bottom. The globes were shivering deliciously, the ripe mounds wobbling under the woman's expert fondling.
Susannah turned, her eyes slumberously to Al. "You don't mind if I put my finger into Louisa, do you?" she whispered sexily. "She's such a shy girl-she thinks you might be able to see her cunt from your position there . . . "
While she was speaking, Susannah eased her forefinger gradually into Louisa's pussy; taking good care that her husband was able to see the insertion as intimately as possible.
"It sounds silly," Susannah went on. "But she feels much more comfortable if I hide her little hole from you.. . "
Gazing at the man with wide, frank eyes, she pushed her finger to its hilt, then withdrew it slowly. Then eased it inwards again . . . then out.. . keeping to a steady, even rhythm-her slender, sharp-nailed digit never varying its leisurely frigging.
Faintly, Al heard a wet, plopping sound coming from between Louisa's thighs. And knew that the woman had already lubricated her cunt
As if to confirm his suspicion, Susannah ran her tongue across her lips-her eyes never leaving his-and nodded gently.
"I'm afraid she is rather moist!" the girl admitted. "Poor Louisa-she gets so excited!"
His heart was thudding so violently against his ribs that Al could hardly catch his breath. The bitches were so provocative! He knew that if they did one more thing to each other-if they went even a tiny bit further in their blatant flaunting of each other's bodies-he would fling himself upon them!
And then Susannah brought her hand from behind Louisa's back and raised her fingers to her parted lips. Deliberately judging the effect which this would have on her husband, the girl dipped them coyly into her mouth; sucking slowly on them in turn.
Moaning incoherently, Al reached up suddenly and grabbed at their legs. Thrown off balance, the girls tumbled back onto the bed-their bodies sprawling wildly, half on top of Al, half on the mattress.
He was bewildered for a moment or two, uncertain whether he wanted to clutch Susannah or Louisa's body to his. Then, as if by a pre-arranged signal, they solved the dilemma for him.
Their languor suddenly vanishing, both girls flung themselves onto him! Al fought wildly to lift himself free of the sheet (which still covered the lower half of his body) and take up the dominant position. But they knelt quickly upon his arms, pinning him down helplessly. Susannah on one side-Louisa on the other.
The pressure of their knees immobilized him effectively, and Al found it impossible to budge them. The girls had pressed their knees right into the flesh of his lower arms, rendering him quite powerless . . .
He looked from one to the other, seeing their breasts shaking up and down as they jiggled their bodies over him-the rosy hard nipples only an inch or two from his face.
"Relax, darling," Susannah told him. "Let us do all the work! I promise you'll enjoy it!"
Her voice was like a caress down the base of his spine. Panting from her exertion, wet-lipped and throaty, she bent over him-her long brown hair brushing lightly across his chest.
Al stopped struggling. He untensed his muscles, and let his body slowly relax, feeling suddenly self-conscious as he imagined the things which his wife and Louisa were about to do to him . . .
Seeing that he had calmed down, they lifted the pressure of their knees from his arms. Susannah bent and kissed his mouth softly.
"That's better!" she whispered. "Now-would you like me to sit on you and push my pussy against your prick, darling? Would you like that? With Louisa helping, of course . . . "
Susannah took up the sheet and drew it gradually down his body. His cock was making it rise tent-like and she lifted the cotton covering slowly over his penis, deliberately making the cool material brush against his weapon.
Al felt their breath on his prick as both girls bent over him. They were resting their hands on his thighs, caressing their soft fingers on the sensitive flesh-their mouths parted, their eyes contemplating his now uncovered cock. Al closed his own eyes, feeling a tremendous, luxurious glow steal through his body. For the first time in his life he was about to enjoy the favors of two girls at the same time. He could scarcely believe that it wasn't a fantasy, a wild adolescent dream . . . Then he felt their careful hands on his cock, stroking it tenderly-making it leap in their fingers-and knew that this was no reverie; it was really happening!
Susannah drew the foreskin down and ran her finger slowly around the crest, letting Louisa attend to the lower portion of her husband's prick. The girls played with the toy for several minutes, exploring every inch of the fine, upstanding cock.
Then Susannah decided to keep her promise to Al and she squatted astride the man, lowering her haunches gently onto his weapon and letting it slip sweetly against her parted cunt-lips.
She was facing him, her hands resting lightly on his chest; Louisa's fingers retaining their hold on his dick and continuing to fondle the rigid tool with a loving subtle caress. Al could feel the warmth of Susannah's ass on his thighs, the fleshy cheeks squashing firmly into him, just below his balls.
Louisa began to rub his prick more securely against Susannah's hotly damp cunt. It was pushed into the distended lips, pressed meaningfully, firmly against them, pulsing urgently onto the moist slot-but in a vertical position so that it was unable to slip into the hole itself . . . until Susannah raised herself and moved slightly forward . . .
Whereupon Louisa immediately maneuvered the man's cock beneath the girl's open thighs and found the opening to Susannah's cunt with her fingers before guiding Al's prick into the lusciously tight orifice.
Slowly, the girl sank down again: easing his cock beautifully-an inch at a time-into herself. Until Al again felt Susannah's buttocks on him, this time pressing hotly into his abdomen.
She waited for the last bit of thick male prick to penetrate her, then levered herself upwards again-propping her body up by pushing her hands into his chest. Opening his eyes a little, Al was able to see through her arms the wobbling, hanging swells of her breasts. He slipped his hands under her and touched the nipple lightly. They moved on his fingers like hot, extremely hard rose-buds; clenched tightly against a premature flowering.
He tightened his grip on them slowly, relentlessly increasing the pressure until they had ripened between his forefingers and thumbs to their stiffest and largest extent. Then Al relaxed the hold, letting his fingers tickle the tits more gently.
But as Susannah lowered and raised herself on him, each time increasing the rhythm and making his cock sink faster and deeper into her cunt, he was goaded into grasping her nipples as furiously as possible once more. He felt that he had to squeeze them vigorously, twist them, turn them, pull them roughly downwards and force her breasts into the longest possible elongation . . . It became a mania, a land of revenge on his wife for her deliberate though highly erotic reversal of their male female roles . . .
And each time that Susannah's cunt lifted, Louisa's fingers would quickly rub up his now greasy prick; wiggling it so that the erect meat pressed against the girl's retreating sex-lips. She was also tickling into Susannah's clitoris, stretching her long forefinger up so that it was permanently in contact with the pulsing red button.
This seemed to go on forever. Time completely lost its meaning for the man because, as soon as his excitement grew so intense that he was about to come. Susannah would intuitively remain absolutely motionless on his body; waiting until the spasm passed before continuing her fucking ride on his penis.
He was bathed in sweat, his body felt slippery and wet . . . the moisture running down his chest and stomach. Then Al realized that it wasn't entirely due to perspiration: Louisa was licking avidly over his naked flesh, her tongue lapping and dripping saliva on his belly and abdomen-and then moving quickly up to his wife's stomach and giving her the same treatment.
She was also giving her free hand some useful employment. Her fingers caressed tenderly up Al's thighs and traced smoothly up over Susannah's buttocks; fondling the splayed cheeks of the girl's ass before returning again to the man's tense legs.
After some time, Susannah started to go back on her haunches, tugging her nipples away from Al's fingers and slowly bending backwards-her movement causing his prick to bend painfully and finally flop unwillingly out of her cunt.
A terrible churning frustration welled up in the man, an almost unbearable sense of loss. But it was quickly banished by the glorious sensation of Louisa's mouth on his abandoned cock. She sucked it swiftly between her lips and drew on the wet, pulsing rod as tightly as possible, taking the entire length in her mouth and letting it rest on her quivering tongue.
The heart-stopping thrill of this substitute cunt brought Al to the point where he had to send his semen gushing forth. He jerked his buttocks wildly, feeling the urgent tickling starting at his testicles.
Then Louisa cruelly bent his prick downwards, keeping it tightly clenched between her lips, and forced it to point almost towards his feet, effectively preventing him from reaching an orgasm. They weren't ready to permit his sperm to flow-not just yet!
He writhed on the bed in acute torment, wondering what the girls were going to do next. And it had just struck Al that he could quite easily take the initiative himself when he simultaneously realized that he was actually enjoying him passivity.
Before he had time to dwell on the implications of this feeling, Susannah rolled her body on top of his with her open thighs shamelessly thrust into his face. She sank down until her breasts squashed voluptuously on his stomach-her mouth swiftly joining Louisa's on his cock!
He put his hand on her upturned buttocks and twisted the cheeks widely open: seeing, even in the dim half-light, his wife's darling brown asshole seated deeply within the exposed divide of her buttocks. And the pungent-smelling wound of her cunt, the lips stretched elastically apart, where his prick had been fucking so recently, was bared completely to his eye . . . and his mouth!
Al wasted no time in bringing his lips into contact with Susannah's precious cunt, but his senses seemed so charged with lust and a total lack of inhibition that he started to tongue her intimate secrets immediately; not pausing to kiss the pink rawness at all.
And not content with merely licking into her cunt, Al ran his tongue right over the girl's rear entrance and wormed it as deeply as possible into the rubbery asshole. He darted it in and out and all around the wrinkly perimeter before returning his lips to her pussy again: each orifice luring him with its own special attraction as he sucked urgently from one to the other.
Mercifully, the girls had allowed his prick to resume its rightful position-thrusting monstrously up towards his belly. They were squabbling sexily over the jerking length, their mouths and tongues meeting as they fought with noisy smacks of their lips to obtain the largest portion . . .
Their hands had left him now and were roaming lasciviously over each other's bodies. Crouching like predatory beasts over his maleness, their fingers tickled one another's nipples-Susannah plucking at Louisa's tits through the silk.
Personal identities were lost in a hazy, misty shroud of sheer animal lust as the trio abandoned the last shreds of inhibition and reticence, their bodies and minds fixed only upon attaining sexual release.
Susannah wriggled her bottom in a wild and agitated circular motion, rubbing her cunt into Al's mouth as insistently as possible. Letting his forefinger sink all the way into her anus, he concentrated his full attention on the girl's pussy-reaming the silky-soft channel until he finally tasted her sexual secretions.
It oozed delightfully into his throat, a heady, unstoppable nectar which sparked a furious beating in his cock and brought his semen gushing from the point of his prick.
To absorbed in her own orgasm to think of preventing Louisa's pleasure, Susannah allowed the woman to close her lips tightly around Al's arrowhead and take the full jet of his come.
Needing only the ineffable thrill of the man's coming to bring her to climax, Louisa clenched her thighs and worked herself into a paroxysm of lust-gulping down his hot, thick cream as if it were milk from the breast as she shuddered out her orgasm.
It was many minutes before she came down from the heights of her ecstasy, and several more before Louisa at last loosened her grip on Al's cock and allowed the soaking, slippery weapon to slide from between her lips.
They all three lay there exhausted for a full fifteen minutes. Al was in the middle, his arm around Susannah at his right, and Louisa at his left. The latter girl had removed the sweat-soaked peignoir, so they were all quite naked.
"I hope Marty's a good sleeper, darling." Susannah finally broke the silence, looking down at the lower extremities of their three naked bodies. "I don't think he's the type who would take this sort of fun lightly. Are you sure he sleeps like a log once he's gone off? And are you sure he was well asleep when you left? Maybe you'd better sneak back to your bedroom now, while everything seems to be in order."
Louisa listened carefully to Susannah's statement. She detected a little tenseness in her voice, a rekindling of excitement. As Susannah had spoken, Louisa also took note of the way the woman's thighs were very subtly rubbing against each other. But most of all, she noticed that Al's limp cock was beginning to move. To be certain, it showed no signs of jumping up to an immediate erection, but it flopped from one side to the other, then seemed to jerk very slightly. And Susannah's eyes were every bit as absorbed in viewing this promising activity as were Louisa's.
"Oh, no you don't," Louisa said with a gay sort of chuckle. "I know you well enough by now. All this talk about Marty's not being asleep! Hah! You want Al all to yourself for giving a good work over and having his cock. Well, you'll have all you want of it for the rest of your life. Now, my dear loving girl, let me show you how to make a tired cock rise again!"
Louisa snuggled out from Al' hold on her and went down between his legs. Susannah, a little angry at first and ready to jump down there too and compete with Louisa for her husband's cock, eased ,up, lying back down on his arm and cuddling close so that Al could play with her right titty and tweak the nipple.
It was true that she would have the rest of her life to engage in all manner of sex with Al. Besides, Susannah mused, she was much of a voyeur as any of them. She found herself becoming quite passionate again as she watched the crouched body of her lesbian lover maneuver between the thighs of her husband.
"Mm-mmm," Louisa sighed as she licked the soft cock's head and gulped the shaft in and out of her mouth a few times. "You taste like you've been sucked off recently. And . . . under your balls . . . I think that some of Susannah's juices can still be licked up."
Without any further hint, Al spread his legs a little more and slightly raised his ass. Louisa lifted his cock and balls and bathed the area beneath them with her tongue. She felt a very light twinge in Al's cock, but she knew that her job was not going to be easy. They had worn him out and, although he had come only once, the exhaustion of the foreplay, their deliberate pressure to hold back his previous attempts at ejaculation, had tired out the sets of valves and vessels that engorged the human prick with blood and made it hard.
Her work was far from unpleasant, however, as Louisa loved the feel of his intimate parts, loved to lick and mouth them with liquid sensuality. Without the thought occurring consciously, Louisa reached over between Susannah's moving thighs with her left hand. Both girls almost broke out in laughter when Louisa's fingers met Susannah's in the wet cunt.
Susannah had been fingering her clit almost since she first saw Louisa gulping her husband's cock so anxiously. She very willingly, however, moved her own finger away to give Louisa complete freedom. She liked the feel of the girl's delicate fingers inside her cunt. She had a technique for pinching off her clit that Susannah clamored for. But this time, Louisa was not so attentive to the needs of Susannah. Instead, she seemed intent on scooping up as much of juices as possible, and then immediately transferring them to Al's asshole.
He responded audibly at the feel of two slippery fingers forcing open his sensitive anus, but his prick budged only minutely. He raised himself a little higher, as Louisa managed to insert both her index and middle finger into his asshole and sink them to the hilt. He moaned when she moved them in and out of his rectum, twisting them around when they were deep inside.
"Susannah . . . " Al moaned, motioning to his wife.
She immediately straddled him so that her juicy pussy was almost in his face. Al studied the thick, wet lips for a moment, let his eyes trail up across the dark triangle and on to the two huge breasts that hung there so firmly. "Susannah," he almost whispered, as his lower body moved in a tempo with Louisa's insertions at his anus, "Let me . . . let me watch you play with your titties?"
Susannah was more than pleased that Al was finally speaking up, that he felt he could increase his passion by observing his own wife in a self-titty massage. She had no objection whatsoever to the request and immediately cupped her soft globes and pulled them apart so she could look down at her husband's face.
The angle from which Al could observe Susannah's mammary masturbation made it all the more erotic for him. He saw her heft them alternately, and then together. He marveled at the sight of her massaging the nipples with her thumbs and watching them swell and stiffen with his very own eyes.
Again, Al looked at the cuntlips only inches from his face. They were more moist now. In fact, he could actually see Susannah's warm cunt juices seeping out between and drooling toward the bottom where there was a collection of the fluid. He put his arms around her shapely buttocks and drew the lips to his mouth. He licked the deposit of liquid thirstily and then began to use his tongue teasingly.
The tip of his tongue ran up and down the big lips, then gently pushed them apart. When his tongue went inside, it hit Susannah's clit at once, and she screamed out her joy at the resulting orgasm that was such a pleasant surprise.
While Al continued his sucking and licking of his wife's cunt (and stall able to peer up at her breast play), Louisa was again sucking his cock as she continued her anal penetrations. But the prick would not stiffen to even half an erection! Louisa was both frantic (she wanted to swallow just one more load tonight), and disappointed that her own special ministrations were not effective in producing the gorgeous erection she was used to with Marty after such treatment.
But while Al was sweating and pumping his hips, thoroughly frustrated at his temporary impotency, he was nevertheless passionate! He was overwhelmed by the amount of secretions that flowed from his climaxing wife's cunt. He gulped and licked, but the juices would still drool down his chin. He suddenly realized that with Louisa's wild tastes, she might enjoy a little idea of his. He brought his hand around the upper part of Susannah's thigh and dug his fingers into her cunt along with his tongue. When they were copiously covered with his wife's sexual liquids, he withdrew his hand and offered it to Louisa.
She immediately let his cock flop from her mouth and began to lick with catlike lunges at his wet fingers. For Al, the sensation seemed to be much like that of a real cat licking his fingers. There was a charge of strong sensuality each time Louisa's dainty,, delicate, experienced tongue lapped at a finger. And, after all, he reasoned, females were often defined as catlike in referring to their sensuality.
When this went on for a matter of thirty seconds or so, Al could feel the strength returning to his loins. The blood surged through his vascular system and fairly gushed into the intricate arrangement of vessels and capillaries in his cock!
More pleased than Al, was Louisa, who felt the tip of his cock slap the side of her face suddenly as she finished licking the last of Susannah's drippings from his fingers. She was overjoyed! Louisa immediately clamped her lips over the head and began to rub the shaft up and down gently with her fingers. She liked especially to lick incessantly at the head, to feel its incongruous softness attached to the steel rod of hard cock. And she enjoyed putting her tongue into the pee-hole.
She wondered if it would be possible, by pointing her tongue and inserting it tightly into the hole, if she could stop the discharge of his semen. The more she thought about it, the more it intrigued her. She began to go up and down on his throbbing cock, letting it fuck her mouth. After every few strokes, she practiced stopping as she was engulfing only the head, and plugging up his pee-hole with the pointed tip of her tongue.
And then she began to suck more furiously. Susannah objected, although she was on her third or fourth orgasm from having her cunt licked and sucked with so much gusto. She also wanted the feel of his cock, but when she realized that Al was moving his body, moaning and gurgling, that he was on the very precipice of orgasm, she knew there was nothing she could do to stop him.
Meanwhile, Louisa was trying to gauge each thrust of his cock so that she could have her tongue and mouth at the head when he began his discharge of come. She sensed the rumblings, the beginning of the pulsations that told her the sperm was at that very moment rushing from his balls. And she was none too quick. She plunged the tip of her pointed tongue into his pee-hole and maintained great pressure, just at the very first of his white load was about to shoot out.
"Oh! Oh, goddam!" Al screamed suddenly. "Let it go! The pressure . . . it's killing me. Let go!"
Suddenly realizing that Al's screams might awaken Marty if she continued to force back the release of his ejaculation, Louisa suddenly pulled both her tongue and mouth away from his cock.
The girls gasped at the geyser which spewed forth. A great glob of it landed on Louisa's lips and chin as she pulled away, and Susannah was there immediately to lick and suck the come, while enjoying the kiss of Louisa's mouth and sexy tongue at the same time. The girls then knelt over Al's rising and falling belly to lick up every last drop of the precious cream they had both grown to love so well.
"Whew!" Susannah said as they cuddled back together again in each others' arms. "I'm glad you stayed, my darling Louisa. But I just hope Al's voice didn't awake Marty."
"I told you," Louisa said as she wiped herself with a towel Susannah had given her, "when Marty's asleep, nothing can wake him up except a slap on the face."
"Oh, my God!" exclaimed Susannah. "It's after four in the morning. I hope you won't think I'm pushing you, dear, but.. . . "
"You're right, of course," Louisa answered, then looked down lovingly at both of them. "But I hope we can at least get together every other night. Okay!"
The feeling was unanimous.