Chapter 4
Jill wanted Guy again, so bad that it hurt. Which is to say that her cunt ached with longing. Yet, she was determined to wait till Friday when he was to come to her home, having no doubt that he would do so if only to satisfy his curiosity. So, to relieve her frustration, she returned to Guy's apartment complex on Thursday, but during the day while he was at work.
She had quickly spotted an interesting couple, the man mustached and solidly built, his hair thinning, the woman slender waisted and long legged. As with Guy and his companion, she followed them to their apartment to slip in once she was sure they were in the bedroom. After peeking around the couch to make sure they were balling and that they lived up to her physical evaluations, she returned to the apartment's front door.
With a smile, Jill removed her bikini top and tossed it away. Loosening her bottoms, she moved toward the bedroom.
Travis? Annette? You didn't start without me, did you?" she called out in a happy voice and came to a stop in the doorway just as her bottoms fell to the floor.
"Oh," she said with mock surprise, staring at the stunned couple who were kneeling on their bed, the man's prick half-way into the woman's tawny snatch. "I-I guess I'm in the wrong apartment," she mumbled, making no effort to cover either her pert tits or the damp ringlets of her cunny.
The man and woman glanced at one another for a moment, both aroused and nodded before smiling back at Jill.
"Will we do?" the man grinned.
"Just fine," Jill grinned back. "Why don't you two keep on fucking and just lay back," she offered, moving toward them.
Each willingly leaned back, their eyes on her sweet young body, their coupled groins continuing to move together. Jill reached down and ran her fingers over the base of the man's prick and down into the woman's wet slit, caressing the hard nub of the hot clit. Both gave small sounds of pleasure.
"Just fine," she nodded again and climbed up onto the bed.
Jill knelt astride the woman's head and slowly lowered her cunt to the lascivious tonguings of the blonde's hungry mouth. Twisting happily, Jill leaned forward and stretched out atop the woman's shifting torso to bring her mouth down atop the juncture of cock and cunt. The couple reached out for her as she began licking and chewing his shaft and her clit. The woman's hands kneaded the resilient fullness of Jill's rear, a finger probing the girl's offered anus. The man stretched his arms down under Jill's shoulders to snare her tits, rolling the firm domes against her chest and plucking at the long nipples.
Jill's eyes closed to savor the touch of the woman's lips around the tingling length of her clit. The man's fingers pulled her long nipples out from the aureoles, stretching the burning nubs and then letting them go to snap back against her swollen tits. She closed her mouth over the top of the man's shaft, chewing lightly from the base to where he was swirling in the hot pudding of the woman's cunny so that she could suck the clit.
Jill gurgled happily as the woman began to rotate her finger, working the tightness of Jill's rectum, curling the finger as she pushed deep and pulled almost free. The man sat up, his hands squeezing Jill's tits as his mouth moved over her shoulders. He reached down and guided his wife onto her side and a moment later all three were on their sides, Jill caught between their twisting bodies as they stretched their legs out. He began to pump his cock in and out of the woman's slit and Jill's tongue lapped at it, filling her mouth with the woman's rich taste.
The man pressed against Jill's back and he began to nip lightly at the silky pillows of Jill's ass cheeks, his wife shifting her finger to the girl's cunt. Jill groaned against cock and cunt as the woman's fingers joined her mouth, turning her box into a lava like pit Then the man was spreading her legs and her ass, his kisses moving down into the valley between the resilient cushions to press his tongue against the pink lips of her anus.
Writhing with pleasure, Jill caressed his bloated testicles as she pushed a finger of her other hand into the woman's ass, twisting upward in the channel as she continued to fondle his nuts. Her hips were twitching with the sensations the couple were creating in her snatch and ass and her mouth was washing back and forth over the pistoning prod. Her breathing ragged, the tastes and feelings overpowering, Jill lost all sense of both conscious action and of where she was.
She vividly recalled when she had entered her parents' bathroom to find her father bathing. She could remember every detail of his ruggedly handsome face, of his strong body. Offering to help scrub his back, she had stood behind him, watching the flex of his muscles, the way his proud cock had floated loosely in the water. And she remembered how her body had become hot, her cunny damp and throbbing. The wealth of biological knowledge had spun in her head, her mouth dry as he leaned back, looking up at her intent eyes. He had said nothing, but she could see that his cock was now hard, jutting up from the water. Barefoot, she had slowly stepped into the tub between his legs, moving the soapy washcloth over his chest and then lower as she had gone to her knees before the pillar of his manhood.
As if possessed, Jill writhed and twisted between the couple, caught up in their lovemaking and in her memories of the first time with her father. She remembered the taste of his flesh and of his come and how she had eagerly awaited the day when she would be able to take the stiff rod of his cock into her cunt.
The man's tongue probed deep within her, the woman's lips streaking up and down her clit. The memories blurred and she relived knowing her father's powerful cock. She remembered when Bart had been in bed recovering from having his tonsils out. She remembered stripping him and bathing him as the nurses had, though her fingers had lingered around his man's prod, joined by first her mouth and then her slit. Her father had been the first man she had given head to and Bart had been the first to ball her.
Again the memories blurred as the woman began crying out into Jill's cunt, the man's cock and the girl's mouth sending explosions of rapture up from her slit She remembered her father's death just before her fifteenth birthday and how she and Bart had entered their mother's bed to comfort her with their loving bodies. The man's groans brought her almost back and the spasming of his dong completed it. She could feel the come roaring through his shaft and then it was lathering up around it and the lips of the woman's cunt She gulped at the hot fluid bubbling against her lips, her tongue lapping down to catch the spill. The couple's faces had fallen away from her, but their hands kept churning in her gash and bung hole.
She sucked the man's softening cock into her mouth and her own orgasm began to rise, her body trembling with it. She sucked the limp flesh clean and then began to suck the last of the milky spend from the woman's cunny. The woman gasped, clutching at the sheets as she climaxed again. The man rolled back to watch, his finger still pumping into her fanny as his wife turned around so that she could kiss Jill deeply, her hand stroking the girl's clit faster and faster. Jill's hands gripped the woman's soft tits, their tongues lashing wildly. She thrust her raging cunt against the woman's grip and lights flashed behind her eyelids, her mouth open to a silent scream as she came.
She shuddered deliciously, overwhelmed and then slowly fell back onto the bed, gasping for air. The three remained silent except for their breathing, spent. Jill remembered the expressions of joy on her parents' faces and on Bart's. Her love for Bart and her mother was for mother and brother and for sexual friends. There was no possessiveness or jealousy in her relationships with them and she found herself hoping they would like Guy.
Friday, Gari having wished him well after their fourth day of lovemaking sessions in her office, Guy drove to the address Jill had given him. Already curious, he was stunned by the estate he found; the house was a two story mansion of modern design.
The front door opened as he topped the front steps and he smiled broadly. Jill's thirty-two year old mother looked of college age, ash blonde hair drifting around her high cheek boned face, her sky blue eyes shining. Tall and elegant, she could have worked as a fashion model if it hadn't been for the large tits that pressed against her thin blouse. Though she wore no bra, the full globes stood high and firm, light tan nipples pressing out the cloth.
"I'm Clarise Denton," she smiled, her voice a husky purr. "You must be Guy," she added, motioning him into the house.
"Yes. Uh, did...? " he began, realizing he did not know the girl's name.
"Jill," the woman smiled, Guy having come to a stop right in front of her, a few inches between them. "She said you'd be stopping by. She's been delayed, but she'll be along."
"Okay," he nodded, inhaling the exotic scent of her perfume and feeling the warmth of her body; they were so close. "Are you her sister?" he asked, forgetting about entering the house.
"No, her mother," Clarise smiled, used to the mistake.
"That's-amazing," he said, glancing down at the hard thrusts of her breasts, his cock hardening.
"Thank you," she said, her eyes dropping to the growing bulge in his pants. "Jill said you've got a real whang on you. Do you?" she smiled, raising her eyes to his.
"Uh, I guess," he muttered, taken off guard by the remark.
"Let me see," she smiled and reached out to unzip his fly. "Ah, yes it is," she cooed with pleasure, pulling his engorged tool into the open.
"Um, yes, glad you-like it," he murmured as her slender fingers circled and stroked the taut sheath, slowly recalling that they still stood in the front doorway.
"Were you happy with Jill's talents?" she asked casually, looking up from his tingling cock.
"Yeah. Yeah, she's-" he broke off, wondering at their relationship. "She's a great lay," he smiled, warm waves of pleasure pulsing up from her touch.
"Yes, she was quite happy with you too," Clarise said, languidly unbuttoning her blouse with her free hand. "Have you seen the redhead again? Jill's been going crazy waiting for today," she told him, pushing her open blouse back away from her delicious tits.
"No, she hasn't come back yet," he said in a hoarse whisper, his balls pulsing as she drifted her fingertips over the full globes of tanned flesh.
"Too bad. I like redheads," she smiled, pressing the tip of her forefinger to his lips.
"I'll see what I can do," he said, licking her finger as he sucked it into his mouth.
"I'll see what you can do," Clarise smiled lasciviously, lowering her damp finger to rub the tip over each nipple, causing the already stiff nubs to elongate even more.
"Do you like her?" Jill asked from the bottom of the steps, dressed only in a T-shirt that stopped at the top of her auburn beaver.
"Very much," Guy grinned as she came up the steps, her breasts quivering under the thin cotton of the shirt.
"And you, Mom?" Jill smiled, her eyes on Guy's exposed cock.
"He's even bigger than you said," Clarise said. "I'm surprised you weren't all stretched out the other night."
"Nearly was," Jill nodded, pressing her fingers into her slit. "Here, let me help," she offered and unfastened her mother's skirt to reveal long, tapered legs, full hips and a hairless emit "She had it all removed after I was born," Jill told Guy as she removed his clothing.
"It itched growing back," Clarise added, releasing him momentarily to let her blouse fall.
"Why don't you fuck her standing up?" Jill suggested. "We didn't try that the other day."
Guy nodded, glancing out at the grounds which gave them full privacy from the road. He looked down as Clarise's hands spread out around his balls, rolling them gently in her palms. Jill stood behind him and he could feel the soft ringlets of her cunt hair pressing against his ass as she reached around to catch his cock between the joined fingertips of her hands.
"Open wide, Mom," Jill directed and pressed against Guy's back, her hands guiding the bulbous head of his tool into the pink furrow of Clarise's bald snatch.
Jill stepped back as Guy sank his long prod between the plump cheeks of her mother's cunt. He reached down and raised Clarise's legs to circle his waist, their open mouths joining. Her breath deepening, Jill sat down Indian style on the porch, pressing her palms down between her spread thighs to run her fingers through her soft pelt.
Jill's eyes savored each movement of Guy and Clarise's joined bodies. Guy's hands massaged her mother's fanny and supported her. His hips rotated against hers, his cock twisting high up inside her. Clarise groaned with pleasure, her hands clutching his back as she bit at his lips.
Guy sucked at her tongue, moaning as she clutched at his prod with her vaginal muscles, massaging him in delicate tugs and rolls. He pressed her back against the door jamb, shoving his tool up against her cervix, his hands pulling her against him. She ground the massive weights of her tits against his chest, dragging the hard nipples over his flesh.
"Shit! But that feels fine," Clarise hissed, her fingers digging into his back, her hips thrashing against him. "Harder, please. Fuck me harder, Guy," she groaned, her head thrown back, her eyes shut. "Shove it right up my throat!"
Guy slammed his cock in and out of her, rolling his weight on the balls of his feet. He pulled her hips away from the doorway, her weight against her shoulders as he ducked his face to bite at her rich breasts. He moaned as her cunt continued to contract and expand around his pumping cock, squeezing around the fat meat of him and then letting him swing free, only to close lushly again.
"Oh, I-I'm going to," she gasped incoherently. "Going to fuckin' come like a-Dammit to hell but I can't-can't keep-want to but ARGHHH," she cried out, her throat muscles standing out as her cunt shuddered and bucked around his still driving prick.
Then he was gasping, shaking with fevered release as her carnal hysteria turned her cunny into a voracious whirlpool. Her contorting vaginal muscles tugged and squeezed at his tool, sucking hungrily at him, drawing his orgasm out. He staggered, catching the door jamb with one hand to keep from falling as his mind whirled and flashed with the release as his gizzum loosened and then suddenly gushed up into the woman's hot twat.
Gasping for breath, Guy loosened his grip on Clarise's ass as her legs slipped from around his waist. They stood for a moment, trying to focus their eyes, unable to speak, able only to grin at one another. Gradually, they became aware of the sound of running water and turned their heads toward the steps.
Jill, unable to satisfy herself with her hands, had toned on the yard hose arid returned to watch. The nozzleless hose was pushed up onto her split pelt, the gushing water flowing back out over the pink cunt lips. She had a dreamy smile on her face, only half seeing them as she rotated the top of the hose against her clit, the water swirling around inside her nook.
"You were right, Jill," Clarise smiled. "He is great."
Grinning, Jill slowly rose to her feet, keeping the hose inserted in her cunt, the water streaming down her legs. She began walking toward them, placing her feet carefully, the hose shifting about inside her. She paused with a gasp, a succulent little shudder running through her as she had a minor climax. Taking a deep breath, she continued on till she stood before her mother and then drew the hose out only to slide it up into Clarise's hairless cunny.
"Um, that does feel nice," Clarise purred, her vagina clutching at the hose.
"One should always shower off after a swim," Jill smiled, removing the hose from her mother to wash off Guy's come sticky cock. "I'm the only lifeguard in the world who won't pull a drowning man out," she laughed, as did Guy and Clarise.