Chapter 10
Helen watched as Marci lifted up, exposing Carl's big, pussy wet prick. It was streaked with droplets and smears of jism. What a view, what a sexy vision! Marci giggled and sank down at his left, staring at his not-so-stiff prick.
"I took the starch out of it!" Marci giggled.
"Yeah, you sure did," Carl grinned. "That pussy of yours really sucked the wad."
All three laughed.
"Let's go in the bathroom, Helen," Marci said. "I think this big stud wants to recuperate!"
Helen shivered. She did need to freshen herself, and of course Marci did after taking his huge gush of semen. The girls crawled from the couch, and Helen followed Marci into the john. The moment the door closed they rushed together cunt to cunt, their breasts mashing snugly, their mouths joining. Helen was realizing a secret desire, and obviously Marci felt the same way.
Spreading her thighs, Helen let Marci take the initiative. Their cunts seemed to belong together! Their tongues swirled and stroked deliciously. Marci's slow hip thrusts sent spicy thrills up and down Helen's turned-on body. She felt the tiny spike of Marci's clit, and Helen's clit joined in the voluptuous action.
Helen loved the idea of having her outer cunt smeared with excess jism! They could freshen their cunts later; this was too good to miss! Marci shuddered and hunched faster! Helen tore her puffy mouth from Marci's lips and panted.
"Honey, this is so wonderful!" Helen breathed. "Maybe he'd like to watch us fuck!"
Suddenly the bathroom door opened and Carl answered Helen's question. "Yeah, you girls don't have to fuck in the bathroom. Come on out here?'
"Oh!" Helen gasped. "Oh, all right! We'll be there in just a minute."
"Riiight!" Marci giggled.
A few moments later, Helen followed Marci out into the main cabin room. Carl was relaxing in a chair, his cock dangling down between his muscular legs. The sight of it sent shivers through Helen's whole body. Her fresh cunt was swollen, her tits were ballooned with passion. Nothing like this had ever happened to her! The whole scene was furiously exciting.
"Well, go after it, girls," Carl grinned. "That'll get my cock up hard again."
Trembling, Helen sank down on the couch and Marci crawled over between her thighs. Their cunts met and they made small adjustments. Helen thought of all the times she had eavesdropped on Marci, hearing the young girl jiggle the bed as she had her goodies on her fingers. This was like in the bathroom, only now Carl was here, watching them!
Carefully, with squirms and teases, Marci began to fuck . . .
Carl was enjoying himself. His cock was reviving. Marci had a delightful hunching motion, and Helen's crotch was tipped up for the full cuntal connection. Females didn't seem to have any trouble learning how to rub cunts. They were born to it, like mouth kissing. Overcoming their inhibitions was the big deterrent. Get them going after it, and they went ape shit.
Marci was not delaying the fun. She was stroking faster and faster. Helen moaned, her legs kinked back farther. The couch creaked as Marci ground her cunt into Helen's cunt. Marci was getting there, now. Her thrusts quickened even more. Helen cried out, her tits curved up into Marci's tits, and they both had their goodies.
Carl's prick tensed and swelled. Very stimulating to see two cunts get it off. Now Marci groaned as her butt jiggled to the finish. The soft squish of cunt on cunt reached Carl's ears. He grinned, flexing his cock. The girl and woman finished their come trip and Marci sagged on the plump older cunt's body.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, Helen!" Marci gasped.
"It's real gooood!" Helen breathed. Her legs wound across Mare's butt, she uphunched . . .
Marci could hardly believe how delicious this kind of sex really 'was! Of course it could never equal prick in cunt, but it was ten times better than having her climaxes alone!
"Damn good show!" Carl chuckled.
"Beast!" Helen giggled, gazing across at Carl. He flexed his big, high, hard prick and Marci shivered. She wouldn't be having it in her cunt for a while; it was Helen's turn for meat! But Marci didn't care all that much. Sharing was the name of the threesome game.
I love the feel of Helen's cunt when she goes off! Marci thought. Her flesh tightens! It must feel wonderful for Carl when Helen has her come shot!
Marci rolled away from between Helen's shanks, and watched Carl return to the couch. He settled down on his back, and Helen didn't need no invitation to climb up!
Helen was shaking and breathing hard as she positioned herself above Carl, lowering her crotch toward his rigid prick. It was possible that Helen had never top-fucked in her life, but she had watched Marci go after it, and that was enough.
Carl helped guide her down. He aimed his cock at her lowering cunt, and Helen whined as the big knob started squeezing up into her flushed, leaking cunt. The glans slowly disappeared into the juicy vagina and Helen cried out.
"Ohhhh, my God!"
She stroked down, her face twisted with lust, her tits billowed out into his cupping hands, and she started her funnnn! She didn't even hunch! Her orgasm was happening so swiftly she didn't have to! Her thighs quivered against his body, her arms gripped his wrists, and then suddenly she was stroking very swiftly! She was going after another climax!
She comes harder than I do! Marci thought, enviously. Ohhh, and Carl loves it! Her cunt must be sucking or clamping, and maybe both . . .
Helen had never gone off so furiously in her entire life! Her inner cunt was clasping his cock in voluptuous cadence, her cunt mouth was gripping his cockroot in the same sweet rhythm! She had no idea that she could climax so deeply and thoroughly!
That bullish fuck Carl had given her on the darkened patio had hinted at something like this. It had opened up new zones of pleasure . . . but this was like an explosion of all her erotic body zones!
She was rising toward another climax! She bucked and stroked and Carl's tensing prick helped her soar to more heights of voluptuous cuntal sensations. She shouted. She was like a wild animal, bouncing and hunching for her exotic nuances of come fun . . .
Carl grinned and held onto Helen's tits as she had her second orgasm. Damn gooood! Her cunt was active, tightening around his prick with sensual quickness. He had just dumped a load, or sure as hell he would be squirting his gob right now.
At last she lost her thrusts and he drew her down. Her pillowy tits cuddled to his chest, her jerky breathing and her moans of pleasure fed his ego. Nothing like banging a hot woman. He wouldn't tell her just how damn good her cunt was. His thing was young pussy. He would give Helen a fuck now and then. Hell, why not be generous?
"Ohhhh, you devil, you!" Helen breathed, keeping her fluttery cunt snugly around his cock. "You sure do make me come hard!"
He patted her ass, finding it quite firm and shapely. Not bad for past thirty. Sure, there was a lot of good cunt going to waste in that age bracket between around twenty-eight and on up to even fifty. He'd fucked one broad aged forty-nine, and it had been a terrific experience. Knowing how to fuck did make a difference.
"You're good fucking, Helen," he murmured, hunching upward.
She shuddered, her cunt twitching delectably. Mmmmmm.
"I need another rest, baby," he said.
"Oh, of course!" she giggled.
She hated to stop- and let his cock out of her box, but she did. Staring down between her thighs, as his cock emerged from her cunt, she uttered a low whine of almost anguish. Poor cock-famished broad. he'd have more for her later . . .
"Now, do you girls want to eat some pussy?" Carl asked.
Marci shivered, looking over at Helen. They had been to the bathroom again. Carl sat in the chair, facing the bed, his prick half-erect, a wide smile on his handsome face.
"If you--want us to," Helen said. Marci could tell that Helen was not really enthused about cunnilingus. She would surely go for Carl eating her cunt, but--Marci was doubtful herself! There had been times, when she was masturbating, that she wished she could bend down far enough to eat her own pussy; nibbling Helen might be entirely different!
"Why don't you eat us, Carl?" Marci giggled.
"Hey, maybe I will, later," he chuckled. "You girls want more cock, too, I'm sure."
It was very clear that if she and Helen took more prick they would have to do a female sixty-nine. One of Marci's girlie magazines showed young female models eating each other. Well, maybe she and Helen would like it!
Marci crawled over above Helen, spreading her legs above Helen's head, curving her crotch down toward Helen's mouth. The swollen cunt looking up at Marci didn't look all that bad; in fact it appeared damned sexy! This whole area of lesbian sex was taking on new meaning. They just might enjoy it more than they had ever dreamed!
Marci felt Helen's hands grip her ass, drawing her crotch lower, lour. At the same time Marci kissed the moist; puffy cunt slit. Ohhhh, it tasted delicious! A spicy lilac aroma touched Marci's nostrils. Helen's cunt lips twitched!
Suddenly Helen had her mouth fastened to Marci's cunt. It felt just terrific! So soft and voluptuous! When Helen's tongue began stroking up into Marci's cunt, Marci whined with joy. It was just delightful! Marci fit her lips tightly to Helen's cunt and dived her tongue. Helen's shivers of delight were evident, so were her moans of pleasure. Now they had a new source of excitement.
Burrowing in her distant relative's cunt, Marci remembered the clit. She moved her mouth up to the top- of Helen's crevice and rubbed her lips across Helen's woman cock. Helen moaned, her rich thighs trembled. The tiny spike tensed between Marci's clinging lips. Now Helen was finding Marci's clit, sucking it gently. Stings of rich delight spread through Marci's crotch.
Oh, this was the way to eat cunt! A tongue might simulate a prick, but it would never replace such a male sex symbol. The clit was it! Ohhhh, it was more than that! It was where the sucking action really centered!
Now they began to dally with their rising passion. Suck, sip, pause! This act didn't seem unnatural or offbeat at all. It seemed perfectly normal, like they were meant to nibble at each other's cunts!
Soft whines of erotic pleasure came from both of their throats. Carl had talked them into this, and now they were simply 'eating it up!' Ohhh, it was the sexiest thing, it seemed to fill a need away deep inside . . .
Carl smiled and watched his prick enlarge again. Man, those two cunts were really into nibbling each other. He felt certain that more females would go for it if they could ever overcome their 'moral' objections.
His prick was back up to full length, now. It wanted cunt. The girls were about ready to make it, so he decided to wait till they got their fun-guns banged. Their motions quickened, their sounds of enjoyment were louder, and finally they started their come wiggles. Both of them moaned dramatically, their asses quivered, the sucking sounds grew in volume. At the very peak of their twin orgasms, their mouths broke free.
Helen's cry of triumph echoed around the cabin. "Ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhhh!"
"Oh, it's coming real big!" Marci shouted.
"Come good, girls!" Carl encouraged. "Get 'em offff!"
Suddenly Marci wheeled around and dropped her cunt to Helen's uptilted cunt, and they bucked and stroked for their remaining goodies. Carl enjoyed watching a girl break her cookies! He liked it better when he caused the explosions, but the view at a distance was-stimulating, too.
They finished with their mouths locked, the asses still thrusting. Girls didn't get through a climax as swiftly as a man. He hadn't learned that right away, but he caught on fast. Now he did all he could to give his fuckmate a good after-thrill trip.
"Now, who wants some more prick, girls?" he chuckled.
Their mouths broke free, they both looked across at him. Helen giggled and then Marci smiled.
"We both do, stud!" Marci cooed. "Should we flip a coin to see who takes that big, hard thing?"
"Whatever you decide," he grinned . . .
An hour later Helen and Marci were back home. They moved to the living room and sat side by side on the sofa.
"Things sure won't be the same around here from now on!" Marci said, gazing at Helen's now covered tits.
"I should say not, honey!" Helen giggled. "I still can't believe all this happened. My God! I didn't realize we could have so much fun together!"
"We won't have to play with our cunts all alone," Marci giggled. "You know, I'm still kind of turned on!"
"Me, too," Helen smiled. "He said he had to get back to the house, but I think he was pooped. We got his last jism!"
They looked at each other. They stood and moved to the stairway that led to the second floor. Moving behind Helen, Marci watched the sweet undulations of Helen's ass, the twist of her body as she climbed the steps. Marci's clit stiffened sweetly.
He got us into this pussy-pussy stuff and I adore it! Marci thought. I'm going to fuck a few other girls, too. It's funnnn! Carl has a whole house full of pussy. That Freddi doesn't fool me. She's a girl pretending to be a man in this straight-laced town. I'll bet she's good fucking! Carl has his hands full.
Helen went to her bedroom, opened the door and Marci followed her in. They closed the door and began removing their clothes.
How thrilling to be disrobing in the same room, watching each other, admiring each other!
"How long have you been wanting to do this, get me in bed and fuck me, Helen?" Marci asked.
"Oh, just years!" Helen giggled. "But we're supposed to be 'proper' people. You have such cute, firm tits, honey!"
"I like your bod and the way you come off!" Marci laughed.
Helen sank down on her bed, and Marci slid in at Helen's right. Marci slid her play hand down to Helen's cunt, and Helen spread her thighs very wide. As Marci teased her fingers up and down Helen's cunt slit, Helen's hand reached over and fondled Marci's cunt. Their mouths came together, their tongues were stroking and coiling. Marci shook with sweet anticipation.
This was the real felt. Could they have as much fun this way, without a man present?"
Helen whined and angled her crotch up. Marci shivered as Helen's fingers invaded her cunt. Yes! It felt just dreamy! Of course, they had just left Carl, and they hoped they could party with him again, so maybe some of his charisma lingered. It didn't matter! They had 'found' one another. They could make it work.
As their passion climbed, Marci realized that Helen wanted to take over. Good! They could take turns being the aggressor. Sliding between Marci's opened thighs, Helen fit her cunt to Marci's cunt, and they both began to thrust.
"Ohhhhh, I love it!" Helen breathed. Their cunts were turning wet and slick already.
"Beautiful!" Marci giggled, tipping her crotch very high.
Helen whined, she lifted her upper body and started kissing Marci's swollen breasts. How utterly neat to watch Helen sip and suck at those tender breast tips! Helen's slow, lingering cunt hunches were shooting thrills all through Marci's body. The bed sighed. The cloying, clinging connection of cunt on cunt was super delish!
Now Helen was getting their cuts into the action.
"Yesss!" Marci breathed. "Keep your pussy right there and make me come, honey!"
"Ohhhh, I'm coming right now!" Helen gasped. Her ass bobbed, their cunts squished together, and Marci felt her clit stiffen for the goodies. She shouted! Helen shouted. They reached their peak sensations together! They grooved, they had it, they could make the scene easily with no help from anyone else!
Marci softened and let the honeyed come thrills sweep through her loins, her cunt and clitoris. Helen rested above Marci, panting softly, continuing her slow, lingering cunt thrusts. They kissed and Marci caressed Helen's ass, her waist, her upper thighs. So far it was truly voluptuous joining.
She wished she could plan something definite with Carl, but men like him, with talent, good looks and a big long cock, would always have girls falling all over them. It was just a fact of life, a fact of fucking.
She hugged Helen and they began thrusting again. Ohhhh, it was so damn good! Their cunts were wet and slick and responsive. Their elks nudged close and stings of need gathered sweetly in Marci's crotch. Helen moaned and fucked faster . . .