Chapter 3
Tossing her patterned blouse onto her bed, sixteen year old Jill Denton massaged the ripe globes of her tits, pleased with her adventure at the audio-visual store. Tweaking the long juttings of her nipples, she undid her jeans, working them down off her hips to pull them from her legs. A few moments later she submerged herself in her tub, letting the lukewarm water lap over her. Yes, she had been more than pleased with Guy's talents and delighted at the surprise appearance of the young wife.
A few weeks earlier, Jill had been making use of an apartment house pool that a friend of the family owned. There she had seen Guy for the first time. She had been aroused at once, seeing him standing on the diving board, his tanned body tensed, his wet briefs clinging to the prominent bulge of his genitals. By the time he had hit the water, she had decided that she wanted him to ball her and by the time he had surfaced she had decided to find an excuse to approach and if necessary, to seduce him. But he had immediately left the pool to join a raven-haired girl who wore a tiny, jersey bikini that clung so tight that her nipples were clearly outlined and her slit defined. Disappointed, Jill had watched the couple gather up their things and prepare to return to their apartment.
Caressing the wet tendrils of her beaver, Jill smiled as she remembered her sudden inspiration to follow unnoticed, seeing which apartment Guy and the girl entered. Recalling how she had stood outside the door, hearing the murmur of their voices move from living room to bedroom, Jill cupped the ripe mound of her snatch. The walkway outside the apartment had been empty. She had not heard the door being locked and she knew the layout of the apartments. Silently, she had opened the door and stepped inside, out of view of the bedroom door. Murmurs of pleasure were coming from the bedroom and she had moved carefully to the couch, ducking down behind it to peek around the corner and into the bedroom.
The dark-haired woman had stepped back from Guy's kiss and Jill had been puzzled at the long contact of their eyes and at their strange smiles. Then the woman had slowly undone the bottoms of her bikini, letting them fall away from the neatly trimmed triangle of her bush and from the soft cheeks of her fanny. Sliding her thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, the woman had gone to her knees before him, pulling the swimsuit down to free his rigid tool. Jill had bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out with pleasure at the sight of his thick masthead.
Tossing the briefs away, the woman had sat back on her heels as he leaned back against the wall. Raising his foot from the floor, she had spread her thighs wide so that he could introduce his toes into the wet gash of her cunt. Jill had pushed her hand up over her bare belly and under the top of her bikini, clutching one swollen tit, staring wide-eyed as the woman had shifted her body and muscles to take more and more of his foot in until it was buried to the base of his calf. Jill had been both amazed and aroused as she watched the woman raise up onto her knees, vaginal muscles flexing wetly around his foot. His knee was resting against her still covered tit and the woman had begun to slowly suck Guy's massive prod into her mouth.
Jill remembered how the woman had thrust her hips against his foot, fucking it hard as she sucked him off. She also remembered the expression of ecstasy on his face and how she had pushed her hand down into her briefs to clutch her long clit. She had tugged six orgasms from herself by the time the couple had fallen asleep.
Jill had left Guy's apartment, determined not only to have him alone, but curious about his personality as well, wondering if he wouldn't fit into some plans she had. She had given him her address because he had more than lived up to her expectations.
Blinking back from her memories, Jill looked down through the clear water, watching as her fingers rolled the pink length of her clit causing warm waves of pleasure to flow through her. She murmured happily, her ass twisting slowly against the tub. Her eyes glazing, she turned her lidded eyes to the bathroom door, a contented smile on her lips. Bart, Jill's brother smiled back at her.
"What've you got there?" she asked in a hoarse whisper, her fingers continuing to manipulate the pliant stalk of her clit.
"A new citizen for my aquarium," Bart said, holding up the water filled plastic bag the fish swam in. "And what've you got?" the boy asked with a smile, his slight build and angelic face making him look both younger and more innocent than he was.
"I'll let you see it if you'll let me see your fish," she grinned. "The one in the bag that is," she added quickly.
"Good to see it looking so pink and healthy," he grinned, sitting on the edge of the tub to watch her tug her clit around amid the auburn furls of her cunt hair.
"Let it have a swim, Bart," she urged, sitting up a bit
"In the bath water?"
"Sure. There's no soap in it," she assured him.
"Well-okay," he nodded, unsure and let the two-inch long fish drop into the water over the pert rises of her tits.
They sat silently watching the amber fish speed about in the water, moving down to the foot of the tub before calming itself. Turning, it moved back toward her and she lifted her hands to her knees. Jill began to flex her cunt in a steady rhythm and the fish slowed, intrigued by the soft pink cavern of her open cunny and by the bobbing finger of her long clit. She and Bart watched in amazement as the fish cautiously approached her snatch.
"Its mouth is just like a prick's," she cooed as the fish made nibbling approaches at the tip of her clit. "Oh!" she gasped with delight clutching the sides of the tub as it nipped lightly.
"Listen, I don't think..." Bart began uncertainly, worried about his fish but finding both his curiosity and passion aroused.
"Wait" she pleaded in a whisper. "I won't hurt him."
The fish approached for another test bite and then caught hold of her throbbing clit, sucking at it. She moaned with pleasure at the delicate manipulation, at the concentration of the contact. The fish's amber tail waved behind it as it began to move closer to Jill, taking more of the textured pinkness in. The ecstatic pleasure mounting, Jill had to force herself to remain motionless, to keep from writhing and thus scaring off the fish. She turned her face to see Bart staring with awe at the cunnilingus his pet was performing. Seeing the tent-like appearance of his jeans, she unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock
He glanced at his sister with a smile, then looked back to her clit as her fingers began to stroke the six inches of his cock, a cock that looked monstrous jutting from his body.
"Sit-kneel behind me, over me," she gasped, her words slurring as the fish began to suck climaxes from her.
Nodding, his eyes glued to the fish, Bart stood up and removed his shoes and pants before climbing up behind her to kneel over her head. He braced himself against the wall as Jill turned her face upward, catching his fat rod in her mouth. He gave a sound of approval as her tongue began to wash over the swollen bulb of his head, her lips nurturing the top of his shaft. His eyes narrowed, looking down at his sister's breasts bobbing gently in the water, the pink nipples now caught between her squeezing fingertips.
Perhaps thinking it had truly been eating and swallowing her clit, the fish continued to move up its length. Jill sucked hard on Bart's cock, feeling the fish's body surrounding her clit, its lips sucking at the base, its tiny and ineffectual teeth grazing the hot throbbing of her passion. It was as if the fish were a vagina and her clit a cock. She wanted to thrust out, to fuck the fish, but knew she would only frighten it. Instead, she aligned her mouth and throat and began to take more and more of her brother's manly prick in, letting it slide down into her throat. Timing her breathing to her sucking strokes, she nibbled at the base of his cock as the fish nibbled at the base of her clit
Her thoughts were blurring and she lifted her hands from her tits to his thighs, gripping them tightly. His balls caressed the bridge of her nose as he leaned forward to clutch her tits. She began to groan around his pulsing cock, the climaxes building, racking her body with rapture. Bart's fingers pressed into the lush softness of her breasts, her nipples digging into his palms. Then he cried out feeling his come breaking free, his heart beating faster and faster, the blood pounding in his head as the hot spend began to gush through his spasming prick, spewing down her throat, while her mouth continued to work around him.
His vision blurred and he began to sway, holding onto her tits for balance. Jill continued to suck at him, drawing every drop of the rich fluid from him as her orgasm began to rip through her, her ears buzzing, her flesh seeming to be aflame. Her legs began to thrash, her ass grinding against the tub, but the fish did not flee. It seemed as obsessed as she did, holding on.
Bart lost his hold and fell forward atop her thigh, catching the side of the tub to break his fall. His cock came free of her mouth like a plug, releasing the animal sounds of release coming from his sister's mouth as she slowly began to come free of her release. He gasped for breath, glancing over to see the fish meekly withdraw as if it had satiated its hunger.
He began laughing at the thought and she glanced down, blinking her vision clear. Seeing her brother wearing only a soaked shirt, sprawled atop her with his now flaccid cock floating limply in the water and seeing the fish swimming about happily below her now soft clit, she began to laugh too.
"Listen, brother, where did you get that fish? I think I'm going to turn my bathtub into an aquarium," she laughed.
"Feeding time at the aquarium," he nodded, laughing hard. "It sure beats hell out of peanuts for the elephants."
"Hmm," she murmured thoughtfully, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Elephants do have those wonderful trunks," she said thoughtfully and immediately began to laugh again, as did Bart.
The next day, at work, the store manager asked Guy to come into the office. Gari Tyler had dark brown hair that fell in waves around her heart shaped face, golden eyes smiling out from behind tinted glasses. Large breasts thrust threateningly against the delicate fabric of her blouse and her skirt did little to hide her full ass and long, slender legs.
"Yes, Miss Tyler?" Guy asked after she had shut the office door behind them, realizing this was the first time they had ever been alone other than in the sales room.
"You know the cameras we have for robberies, Guy?" she asked, crossing to a video tape player.
"Sure," he nodded, having helped install the two rotating cameras.
"Well, I've done some additional work on them after closing time," she smiled. "Adjusted them for remote control and variable transition," she concluded and turned the video tape machine on.
Not having been aware of her technical knowledge, he was distracted for a moment from the images on the machine, impressed. Then he was suddenly aware of the pictures, his thoughts on her abilities put aside. On the screen, he saw himself and Jill kneeling behind the sales counter, saw himself stand to wait on the redhead while Jill began to give him head, saw the way he had looked to the woman and understood her arousal, saw her join him and Jill. He saw the whole interlude again, but apart from it, able to examine his appearance and actions. His cock was rock hard by the time the tape ended.
"Well..." he shrugged after a moment, smiling. "Being able to hear anyone coming in, there wasn't any danger of robbery or anything," he offered, unable to see Gari's face as she replaced tapes.
"Oh, that wasn't the point of my showing you the tape," she said. "No, it was your performance that intrigued me," she smiled back over her shoulder. "But I do think I could've outdone the girl and woman as your-co-stars," she grinned, turning around.
"I tend to believe you," he nodded, intrigued.
"But I do have an advantage since I've seen evidence of your talents. Perhaps I should present my credentials before we discuss a production of our own," she smiled and turned the tape machine back on, having inserted a new tape.
The screen glowed in the dimly lit room and Guy recognized Gari's face on the screen as she sucked hard on a thick cock, her tongue licking the dorsal vein. The camera pulled back to reveal her fingers cupping the man's heavy balls, caressing them gently as she took more of his cock into her mouth. Gari was seen to be sitting on the edge of a chair, the man sitting back against a table upon which a plump blonde sat, wearing a dildo that was inserted in the man's ass. A dark-haired girl, her pubescent body just blooming, sat on the floor before Gari, her mouth ravaging the older woman's splayed cunny, her tongue lapping at the triangular bush of dark brown hair to delve into the wet pink of Gari's slit.
Guy stared at the screen as the man and three women began to twist and turn with arousal, not noticing Gari as she moved into the shadows of the office. The man was beginning to come, his face twisting as Gari's mouth flashed up and down his cock, the woman's dildo reaming his anus. Gari's mouth widened, her tongue whipping at the thick meat of the man as the girl drew her to climax. The man gripped the table for support, his eyes glassy and his prick came free of Gari's mouth just as his come blasted forth. The girl looked up as the pale fluid splashed over Gari's big tits. The camera moved in on Gari with her rapturous expression as the girl raised up to lick the man's spend from the plump tan nipples.
Guy was breathing heavily, his cock throbbing as the image shifted to Gari and a lean black woman grinding against a two headed dildo that connected their wet cunts. Then she was seen sandwiched between two men, pinioned by their cocks which were imbedded in her twat and rectum. He was truly stunned by the time the screen went blank.
"What do you think?" she asked from the shadows.
"Far fucking out, as the expression goes," he laughed, turning to try and see her. "It would be safe to say that you like variety?" he asked, noticing a microphone on one of the shelves.
"I think you'd be safe," she laughed, moving forward into the light, her naked body lush and vibrant, her nipples erect, her box damp. "What comes to your, uh, mind?" she smiled.
"That you're even more beautiful in person," he said, watching the way her large breasts quivered as she walked.
"And?"
"Are you familiar with this mike?" he asked, lifting it as he put the tape machine on rewind.
"Yes," she nodded, puzzled. "It's convertible for use as a projection speaker, insulated for use underwater in sonic range tests and during rainy weather."
"Right you are," he grinned, plugging the mike into the tape machine as he adjusted it to speaker usage. "Now come closer and I'll show you another use for it."
In a moment she stood before him, the pale lights glowing on her alabaster flesh. She spread her feet and watched as he pressed the mike between her wet cunt lips.
"It's good that I masturbated to the tapes," she smiled. "Good and-lubricated," she said, her breath catching as she felt the thick tip of the mike spread her vagina and begin to move up into her. "B-but I've used mikes as dildoes before," she said without complaint
"Oh, I intend to provide variety," he nodded, working the mike higher into her, her fluids sliding down the soft plastic and over his fingers. "Just enjoy," he grinned, his fingers caressing the sugar pink lips of her cunny as the mike disappeared up inside her slit. "Don't move now," he instructed, raising his damp hand to inhale the musky richness of her spendings.
Her vagina twitched around the mike as she watched him suck her juices from his fingers. She murmured happily at his action and at the bulk filling her box. Then her eyes widened as he turned the tape machine back on, twisting the volume dial as high as it could go. As the images of her orgiastic encounters began to replay, the soundtrack of moans and sobs of joy came up at a level suitable for giants. But the volume in the office was muted. It was inside her cunt that the cries of ecstasy blasted, vibrating against the walls of her snatch, blaring up into her womb and echoing back.
Gari's lips parted, her eyes wide as the vibrations shook her body. She gasped with the intense pleasure, the sensation that her whole pelvic area was possessed, was alive with carnal energy. From cervix to clitoris, it was as if she were both filled and contained by the motion of a prick. She could not even feel the bulk of the mike for the climaxes that were searing through her brain.
Watching as she clutched her ripe tits, Guy began to strip. She watched with glassy eyes as his cock was exposed and smiled weakly, unable to speak.
He moved around behind her and she leaned back against him for support, as well as for the contact of their naked flesh. She turned her face to his, her mouth open and their tongues joined hotly, his hands replacing hers around the full globes of her breasts. She twisted her lush ass back against his cock and he could feel the groans and gasps of lust vibrating through her.
"Oh jeez, Guy," she gasped into his mouth. "It's so-I want your prick. Shove it up my ass, please. Hurry," she murmured, shuddering with another orgasm.
She reached back and tightly gripped the turgid weight of his prod. He looked down and helped her guide it between the plump cheeks of her rump. In front of them, Gari was tonguing the black woman, their hips twisting together around their dildo.
Guy groaned with pleasure as she flexed her anal muscles around his gradual rise into her backside, the channel squeezing the bulk of his pulsing shaft. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, pulling her back against him. Then he became aware of the vibrations. They were passing through from her cunt to her rectum and he found his prod possessed by the same fluctuating vibrations that were again bringing her to orgasm.
Neither had to move their bodies. The sound waves were turning both their bodies into temples of rapture, quivering every nerve ending and filling their minds with ecstasy. They both groaned deeply, only half seeing Gari's ass flash almost free of one cock to bury the second in her cunt and then back again on the tape machine.
Guy felt as if lava were racing through each blood vessel of his cock, as if each nerve ending were twitching, as if the flesh of his shaft was mingling with the flesh of her rectum. They both sank down to their knees, unable to keep their legs in control. They fell over onto their sides, gasping. Orgasms were shaking her body, thrusting her back against his burning prick. He had lost contact with his senses as they blurred together in a pounding wave of sexual delight.
The tape came to an end and the sound track became silent. Yet, they were unaware of it, their minds and bodies caught up in the experience. Her hair clung to her face in damp ringlets, both their bodies soaked with perspiration. She was on the verge of fainting when she felt his cock twitching hard within her. He clutched her as his broiling gizzum broke the tension, jetting up into her body. He mumbled incoherently, totally spent, totally satisfied.