Chapter 4
The next day, back from the family trip, Jill, Trish and Gillian's mother, sat on the edge of her bed, enjoying the warm Sunday afternoon. Below her window, the girls, Don and Fred swam about in the backyard pool. Long ago she had admitted to herself that she felt some incestuous desire for her son, but it was not something she considered with any seriousness, especially since he seemed to be totally oblivious to sex. On the other hand, his friend Fred did merit consideration, if only because of his man's cock.
Swimming about with Don and the girls, he seemed more confident than previously, no longer intimidated by the girls' ages or their womanly beauty. Rather, he seemed playful with them and they with him. Before she could consider this any further, Fred began to float on his back and Jill's eyes focused on his semierect prick pressing at the cloth of his swimming briefs. She moistened the upward tilt of her upper lip, wondering if the boy had become aroused by his play with her daughters. Her tongue touched her full lower lip and her fingers worked the top button of her flowered house dress. Sunlight spangled the surface of the water, shimmering about the youth, a small pool of water gleaming at the center of his chest while the sun dried the slightly muscled flesh to the sides, his brown nipples tight and hard. Her fingers loosened another button, the inside of her wrist brushing over her naked tits beneath the thin cloth. The tops of his thighs dried and the fine down gleamed atop the tanned firmness.
Her heavily lidded eyes closed partially, sunlight shining in the blue. Her fingers moved under the matching cloth belt and the third button came free, the cloth opening from the centers of her big breasts. Her tongue touched the edges of her front teeth which extended slightly below her upper lip and her hand moved under her open dress, pushing the cloth back onto her shoulder as she exposed one ripe tit. The sunlight caught the otherwise invisible, fine white down that softly covered the lush domes, that came out to points which were capped by pale pinkish-tan areoles, her nipples like small cups until they pursed forward with arousal into tiny, puckered lips.
Jill's fingers eased over the surface of her breast, tingling the downy surface, her legs raising to rest the heels of her bare feet on the bed frame. Below, Fred turned his head to watch Gillian pull herself from the pool, her bikini bottom riding low with water weight so that the top of her ass cleft was exposed. Fred's cock grew harder under his swimming suit and Jill's wide hips shifted atop the bed, another button coming loose and revealing her deep navel and smooth belly.
Gillian rubbed her hair with a towel, her breasts quivering in her low cut bikini top and Fred's cock went fully erect, the lavender bulb of the head squeezing out from under his swimsuit. Jill squeezed her breasts, firmly, pushing the dress back to either side of her nipples and her hand moved down over her firm stomach to open another button and reveal the undercurve of her belly. With her other hand, she reached out to open the drawer of her night table. Another button loosened and the sunlight glowed in the white gold fur that gauzed her abdomen, a pale down as it approached her navel, a mass of furry curls as it spread wide over her cunt in the under arch of her torso. Her hand lifted from the drawer, her fingers curled around a battery operated dildo. The last two buttons opened.
Don in the garage working on his bike, Trish somewhere in the house and Fred watching her leisurely from the pool, Gillian stretched out on a beach towel and untied her top so that it fell against the towel, exposing the sides of her breasts. Her hands reached down and pushed the bottoms to the cleft of her fanny and pulled the cloth up over the base of her ass cheeks. The head of Fred's prick pushed fully loose of his swimsuit, followed by the top of his shaft. Above them, Jill's raised knees spread wide and the vibrator began to hum, the phallic attachment vibrating.
The belt still tied, Jill's dress was spread open down the front as she rolled the tip of the vibrator around the rim of her cunny, her eyes fastened upon Fred's half-exposed cock, unaware of the smile he was sharing with Gillian. Her breath rustled between her open lips, her breasts rising and falling with her strained breathing. The tip of the dildo touched her clit and she gave a short gasp, her eyelids flickering. Her other hand kneaded one swollen tit, the tip of her forefinger pressing into the delicate crater of her nipple.
The door opened behind her. Her husband stood there watching her for a moment, but she did not shift her eyes from Fred's prick. Larry closed the door and crossed to the window. He smiled, enjoying the expression of lusty pleasure of his wife's face, his cock hard at the sight of her fondling her breast, of her easing the vibrator deeper into the plump mound of her twat. He glanced down at the pool, seeing Fred's hard prick jutting out from his briefs, seeing Gillian's tit pressed out from her side, most of her fanny exposed. Still smiling, he looked back to Jill's ecstasy-painted face.
"Like that big whang on the boy, hey?"
"Love it. Such a big dong even for a mannear big as yours. Isn't it beautiful?" she smiled drunkenly at him.
"Looks pretty good," he nodded. "But Gillian looks even better," he said, removing his clothes.
"Yes, she looks lovely, the tease," she agreed in a husky whisper, circling the length of the vibrator within her wet cunt. 'If you were double-jointed and could, Larry, would you eat yourself, suck yourself off?" she asked.
"I'd've probably tried it anyway," he laughed, moving around behind her on the bed, the long column of his cock standing up hard. "Wouldn't you eat yourself?" he asked, gripping her wide hips to help her raise her ass from the bed as he slid his legs under her to sit beneath her.
"Oh, of course," she smiled, continuing to slowly turn the vibrator, her eyes just open. "Wouldn't it be great? We could fuck and suck at the same time," she murmured, feeling the knob of his cock press against the pinkish-tan ring of her anus as he lowered her down to sit atop it.
He pushed the dress away from the pliant cushions of her big ass. The same invisible down that gauzed her breasts hazed her ass cheeks, growing heavier toward her asshole like snowy fur. His cock disappeared within her and he felt her roll and tug at him, feeling the vibrator in her cunt against his shaft.
Jill moaned as he rolled and tilted his hips beneath hers, shifting and rolling his big tool which filled her rectum. She rubbed the vibrator against the membrane between it and his prick and touched it against her clit. She clutched his hand to her clit, a brief orgasm quivering her. His other hand caressed her stomach and he kissed her shoulders, tugging the dress from them with his teeth. The flex of her ass and the rhythm of the vibrator sent pulsings of pleasure through him, his prick beginning to throb with a blazing heat.
Jill's eyes lost their focus, her head dropping back on Larry's shoulder. She rotated her hips on the spar of his sex, tightening her cunt around the vibrator.
"Oh, but I love you, Larry," she gasped, rapture singing in her brain, her body quivering and twisting with the intense joy.
"Love-you-too," he groaned, his mind spinning, his back arching under the assault of his arousal.
His prick wrenched and tugged in her flexing ass, the vibrator humming in the grip of her cunny to quake her clit and tremor the underside of his rod. They gasped, easing back onto the bed with her on top. He clutched her tits, grinding his hips against her luxuriant ass. She gripped the vibrator. They cried out. He felt his come shatter the floodgates to roar through his cock, blasting his senses and mind in a joyous orgasm. She bucked upon him, the vibrator falling from her grip, her cunny and ass blurring into a nucleus of sheer pleasure that blossomed in an overpowering climax that brought laughter of joy from her lips.
They went limp, their bodies twitching as they gulped air, clutching one another happily. After a minute, she loosened her anal muscles to let his softening prod slip free and turned into his arms, their mouths joining in a deep, loving kiss.
Downstairs, Gillian looked around and saw that only Trish, who stood smiling in the kitchen doorway, could see her or Fred. Looking back to the boy, she pushed up onto her elbows, her tits lifting from the towel.
"You're going to get sunburned," she told Fred, grinning.
"Want t'put some lotion on for me?" he grinned back.
"Okay," she nodded, "come here," and she picked up a squeeze bottle of suntan lotion as Fred swam to the side of the pool. "On your back again," she directed, squeezing the lotion into her palm and Fred did so, his body once again gleaming wetly.
Trish watched her sister's hand extend to Fred's thigh, slowly working the pale fluid into his lithely muscled leg as their eyes held. Gillian's fingers moved higher and Fred's exposed cock twitched expectantly. Gillian caught the head between thumb and forefinger, oiling the bulb before moving to the thick shaft, Fred's eyes closing to her knowing caress.
Catching movement from the corner of her eye, Trish glanced toward the Boerne's backyard and saw the top of Eva's head over the high fence. She looked back to see Fred begin to flounder in the water, his muscles tightening with his arousal. Gillian poured more of the lotion onto his thigh, the fingers of her other hand kneading and stroking the tight flesh of his prick. Fred's face twisted with the pleasure that pounded within him, his prick pulsing. Then he came and his juices gushed onto his thigh, mixing with the pale lotion and he had to grab the edge of the pool to keep from going under.
Gillian scooped up the mixture of lotion and come in her hand as his passion began to subside, his eyes glassy. She lifted the creamy load to her breasts, and slowly rubbed it into them as she smiled lazily at Fred. Kissing the fingertips of her other hand, she touched them to his softening tool and stretched back out on her towel, her breasts gleaming in the bright sun as Fred turned to dive down under the water for a refreshing swim.
Curious, Trish looked back toward the Boerne's and went into the kitchen to push herself up on the drain board so that she could look over the fence. Eva was stretching out on a lawn chair, one hand behind her to loosen her orange bikini top, her fanny stretching the knit bottoms. Smiling to herself, Trish dropped down to the floor and went back outside. She stopped at a tree that grew beside the fence and reached up to grab a low branch. From the pool, Fred watched her slowly pull herself up to chin level and then press herself till her weight was supported on her stiffened arms. From the corner of her eye, Trish saw Eva glance toward her with curiosity. Without looking toward the woman, Trish slowly lowered herself back to the ground and then began the exercise again, her bikini top pulling up over the lower rim of her ripe breasts, her beautifully toned body flexing sensuously.
Holding her breath as she pushed herself up on her arms, Trish exhaled at her apex and swung around to sit on the branch, catching a glimpse of Eva watching her. She turned at the sound of Eva applauding and bowed her head with a grin, her face flushed.
"Thanks," Trish said breathlessly. "Want t'come over and share the pool?" she offered.
"Thanks, but no," Eva said, holding her top to her breasts as she turned onto her side to look toward the girl. "I don't really want to have to mess with wet hair."
"You're going to get a burn if you're not careful," Trish observed and Gillian glanced up from below her, smiling at her sister's line.
"Out of lotion," Eva smiled with a little shrug, the lush cones of her tits quivering beneath the slight cover of her loose top, her belly stretched tight by her posture.
"Here, I'll loan you some," Trish smiled. "Gillian has a special mix," and she leaned down from the tree before Eva could say anything.
"Mine?" Gillian asked in a hushed voice, sitting up.
"Come on, child," Trish whispered. "You can get all y'want from Fred," and she skimmed the edge of her hand over her sister's sweet tits as she rose up onto her knees, scooping the excess mix of come and lotion from the round softness and the pink nipples. "Thanks," she smiled and kissed her lips at Gillian as she pulled herself back into the tree.
Fred and Gillian watched Trish drop down into the Boerne's back yard and Fred pulled himself from the pool. Gillian moved closer to the fence and pressed her eye to a slender crack between the boards, motioning Fred to her side. Glancing around, she saw no one and heard Don banging away in the garage. Smiling at Fred, she unfastened her bottoms and let the front triangle drop away from the damp fin: of her cunny.
"Your turn," she smiled, opening her legs and returned her eye to the crack as Fred happily stretched out to press his mouth into her dewy slit.
On the other side of the fence, Trish sat down on the edge of the lawn chair beside Eva.
"You didn't have to bother," Eva smiled up at the girl.
"No bother," Trish assured her, tossing her long blond hair back over her shoulder. "Stretch out and I'll rub it in for you since I've already got it in my hand."
"Well, okay," Eva nodded and stretched back out on her stomach, letting the bikini top fall against the woven bands of the chair.
Trish touched the sticky mixture between Eva's shoulder blades, pushing the chestnut hair back from the downy nape of the woman's neck and began to rub it into Eva's smooth flesh. Eva's eyes closed to the soft massage, her nostrils quivering as she tried to define the scent of the lotion, the blend of jasmine and jism.
Gillian fought to keep her eye focused at the crack, Fred's tongue spinning around her clit, her mind spinning in response. She watched her sister's hands move lower on Eva's back, flexing and stroking the tan flesh till she reached the woman's bikini bottoms. She saw Eva shift, a look of blissful contentment on her features and the bikini top was pulled high by her movements, allowing the point of one lush tit to poke through the mesh of the chair. Gillian stroked her own tit, her other hand fondling Fred's supping head. Suddenly, Gillian squeezed her eyes shut against the brightness that seemed to flare through them as her body began to quiver with her approaching orgasm, her mouth opening wide.
Eva started to pull her top back under her breast when she heard a deep moan from Trish's backyard and she looked toward the fence.
"Gillian's been exercising," Trish said, suppressing a grin and she moved her hands down to Eva's legs, thinking about the photos of Eva and Carl balling, of Eva's pointed tits with their long nipples and of her chestnut-plumed cunt.
Eva nodded, her eyelids lowering as Trish's sticky fingers stroked the backs of her thighs, the girl's thumbs sliding up and down the sensitive insides, nearer and nearer her ass. Her breath deepening, Trish noted the way that Eva's sweet fanny strained at the knit bikini bottoms, pulling the gaps between the fibers wide to show little patches of her ass cheeks, the crack a dark shadow beneath the garment.
"Didn't I see you leave with a suitcase yesterday?" Trish asked, her voice thick, her hands kneading the tops of Eva's thighs just under the bottoms, her thumbs tendering the insides of the woman's loins just short of her cunny, the heat of which Trish could feel against her flesh.
"Yes, but it was just a simple, overnight matter," Eva slurred, her eyes closed to the gentle lappings of arousal that spread out from her cunny, her mind only half-aware of Trish's hands, unquestioning.
"Be gone for a couple of hours," Carl called from inside the house. "See you then," he added and they heard the front door close and then his car start and move away.
Having spotted Eva and Trish from the window, Carl had quickly understood what the girl was up to. Turning around at the corner of the block, he parked the car quietly in front of his house and slipped back in. Camera in hand, he went to an upstairs window overlooking the lawn chair and began to photograph his wife and Trish.
"Got a little left for the front, if you want," Trish said softly, aware that there was only a slight residue left on her hands.
"O-okay," Eva mumbled and turned limply over onto her back, languidly holding the bikini top to her breasts, her eyes closed to the sunlight, her thoughts blurred into a half-sleep that outweighed the exertion needed to shake it off by virtue of the pleasure she felt.
Unsteadily, Trish's palms touched the fronts of Eva's thighs, her eyes upon the minute separations of the knit bottoms, seeing the glimmers of the woman's hips and abdomen, the plump outsides of her cunny and the dark strip of her feathery bush. Moistening her lips, she moved her hands up to the top of Eva's abdomen and over her supple belly.
Eva's lips parted, her head lolling to the side as Trish's hands opened and closed over her stomach, heels pressing down against the bikini bottoms, fingertips pushing up against the loose top. Trish's touch moved against the base of the firm tits and her own breasts strained her bikini.
"Thir-thirsty," Eva murmured, moistening her lips.
"Yes. Yes, me too," Trish agreed, her breathing strained.
"I've got some iced tea inside," Eva said, trying to rouse herself, her fingers fumbling with the bikini top and brushing with Trish's against the base of her breasts.
"Here, let me help," Trish said as Eva pushed up onto her elbows and slid her hands around to her back, her fingers catching the strings of the top.
Eva looked into Trish's face through half-lidded eyes, feeling Trish's hair shift over the tops of her tits, Trish's arms warm around her. As Trish pulled the strings taut, their breasts shifted together, their faces almost touching, eyes holding intently, their breath rustling against one another's lips.
"There," Trish whispered, her hands leaving the tied strings to touch her palms to Eva's back as she looked down at her breasts. "Pulled up a little," she muttered, noting the way the bottom of the halter stretched over the centers of her tits, just covering Eva's nipples. "I'll get it," she said after a few moments of admiring the firmness of the wide-set cones and took the top between thumbs and forefingers to slowly draw it down, caressing the silky softness. "There," she whispered, her eyes lifting back to Eva's, seeing the arousal there. "Just smooth it and we .. She moved her palms over the knit, pressing the pliant breasts under the thin covering. "Oh, look," she smiled, "the knit's stretching. Can just see your nipples. Looks like they're trying to squeeze out," she whispered, her hands covering one of Eva's tits, squeezing it as she pulled the knit tight, stretching the tiny gaps so that the inch-long peg of Eva's erect nipple could press free to protrude through the orange bikini top like a golden tan jewel. "Beautiful," Trish said and sat cupping Eva's tit, their eyes revealing their stimulation. "Let's get that tea," she smiled softly and rose to her feet, offering her hands to aid Eva.
"Yes," Eva finally nodded and squeezed Trish's hands as she rose to stand before the girl. She made no effort to free her nipple of the knit top, letting it stand proudly out as they moved toward their house, her one hand still linked with Trish's. "It'll be good," she said, opening the kitchen door and they both smiled.
Inside, Trish stood watching as Eva poured two glasses of iced tea and their fingers brushed as she accepted her glass. Eva suggested moving to the living room and Trish nodded, slowly shifting the cooling base of the glass in the cleavage of her swollen tits. Following the girl, Eva watched the shift of Trish's uptilted ass beneath the grip of the tiny bikini bottoms.
They sat on the couch and Trish curled her legs up beside her, facing Eva with but one cushion's width between them. Taking a swallow of her drink, Eva lowered her glass till the cool damp of it touched her exposed nipple. Her lips parted with a small intake of breath and Trish smiled.
"I finally placed the scent of that lotion," Eva said.
"Oh?" Trish smiled over her glass.
"A man's come," Eva smiled back.
"I told you it was a special mix. Forty retired Parisian prostitutes milk two hundred young virgin males twice a day," she said.
"Well, I'm glad they haven't gone to machine milking," Eva laughed.
"No, a machine can never quite substitute for the human touch," Trish said, putting her glass aside and unfastening her bikini top to reveal the ripe globes of her tits, the pert nubs of her nipples thick with arousal. "A loving touch," she added and released the bows at her hips so that bottoms loosened around her, but remained against her body.
"Take them off," Eva said, rubbing her fingertip over her protruding nipple as she set her glass aside. "Lovely," she whispered as Trish slowly lowered the front of her bottoms to reveal the copper ringlets of her cloven cunny, the slit gleaming. "Now mine," she said, leaning back.
The bikini bottom dropping to the floor, Trish leaned forward, moving her hands up Eva's thighs to catch the knit bottoms and draw them away from the woman's plumed slit and fanny. The orange knit furled upon the beige carpet and Eva's tanned legs stretched out on the burgundy couch, Trish's long blond hair spilling over the chestnut feather of her muff. Eva's hands squeezed the girl's shoulders as she felt her tender kisses touch the soft outsides of her mound to either side of the hot throb of her slit.
Trish's hands pushed up Eva's sides and she caught the long nipple as she drew her tongue over the smooth flesh of Eva's underbelly, Eva's leg shifting between hers to stroke her spread furrow. Eva reached behind her and the top came away in Trish's hands which replaced them in covering those lush cones as Trish nurtured Eva's cunt lips. Eva leaned forward to kiss Trish's shoulders, her hands moving down to the rich cushions of her fanny, pulling her leg against Trish's hot slit, her mind buzzing with joy as Trish's expert tongue sidled into the humid cove of her sex.
Moaning low in her throat, Eva clutched Trish, feeling her tits against her thighs, the girl's hands kneading her breasts as her supping mouth surrounded her clit. She swayed, cupping the silky ass cheeks, the smell of their secretions mixing with the combination of jasmine and Fred's come. She cried out, falling back to the couch, her orgasm thundering through her, clutching her hands into fists, her toes curling tight, her legs thrashing, twisting and thrusting against the wet burn of Trish's bucking cunny.
Trish's lips writhed against the sugar pink of Eva's slit, a groan bubbling the sweet nectar as her face pushed deeper into the broiling oven, her breath catching as her every nerve ending sparked, her nose and cheeks and chin bathed in the rich juices, her hands indenting the cones of Eva's straining tits. She wrapped her legs around Eva's whipping calf, her quaking twat shoving against the woman's knee, spreading her cunt lips wide as she ground her clit in a search for release from the too-intense ecstasies. She screamed up into Eva's cunt and Eva cried out again. Their bodies slid over the edge of the couch, spasming, their hair flowing in the air, their mouths pulling wide, their backs arching, their legs arcing upward, their breasts heaving and they rolled onto the carpet, tan flesh flattening against the beige, blond and chestnut hair spilling in soft waves, pink slits shifting between wet strands. Gulping air, they hugged one another tightly, coming to rest in one another's arms.
Brushing her hair back from her face, Trish saw Carl seated at the top of the stairs with his camera. She smiled and waved him down. Eva glanced back to see what Trish was looking at and gave a little start as she saw her naked husband approaching, camera in hand.
"I thought you'd ... " Eva began, unsure.
"I found it more interesting to watch and film you two making love," he smiled, sitting down on the edge of the couch.
"Have you developed last night's pictures?" Trish asked.
"They're with the others," he said, still looking at his wife who again registered confusion.
"Aren't they great?" Trish asked a minute later, sitting by Eva and spreading the photos out on the floor. "Wouldn't you like that?" she asked, pointing to a picture of Carl sliding his prick into Gillian's ass while Trish licked her sister's clit and then one of Carl's cock burrowing into her cunt while Gillian sucked her clit and she ate Gillian.
"Yes," Eva said softly, her breathing deep. "Yes," she repeated in a deeper tone and reached up to clutch Carl's hard shaft. "Yes," she nodded, stretching back as she guided his big tool between her still damp thighs. "Yes," she whispered as she brought Trish's cunny to her mouth, the girl's mouth lowering to her clit just above the deliberate rise and fall of Carl's prod. "Yes," she moaned, licking Trish's box as her slit clutched at the pumping shaft, as her pearl throbbed between Trish's suckling lips, as she felt Trish's wet finger probing her ass. She clutched Trish's fanny, shuddering with pleasure, her mouthings bringing a groan from the girl. His weight on his elbows, Carl's hands caressed Eva's tits against Trish's belly, his cock rising and falling in a twisting roll and he bit lightly at Trish's lush ass.
Eva's body wrenched against theirs, her mind whirling, her clit, cunt and ass merging into a single, volcanic eruption. Carl's breath caught, his body shaking as Eva's convulsing snatch sent his prod into spasms and his come blew free, his head thrust back, his face twisted with ecstasy. Trish cried out between the climaxing husband and wife and she licked at the broth of their juices that frothed up around his jerking shaft.
Then bodies rolled over, arms going wide with near exhaustion, the scattered photos beneath mirroring Trish, Carl, Eva and Gillian interchanging in the kaleidoscopic interplay of bodies. Trish reached down and wet her hand in Eva's cunny, then smearing the rich fluids over the woman's tits.
"I don't want them to get sunburned," she grinned and the three embraced, laughing.