Chapter 5
All three had gone up to Clarise's bedroom, where they had fallen asleep after the women had clarified their relationship for him. Now, Guy felt himself slowly come free of a deep sleep. There was a delicate breeze sensation flowing over his body, an unhurried caress surrounding a humid wiping. His eyelids opened partially in half-sleep and he saw the first sensation was that of Jill's hair gliding over his body, the second being her tongue which was savoring his flesh, bathing his entire body.
The feeling was one of bliss and he was not sure if he was asleep or dreaming. Each of her hairs seemed to individually caress him with static electricity so mild there was no shock, the movement of her tongue like the lapping of a gentle wave. As she tongue bathed him from head to toe, avoiding only his crotch, he became aware that Jill was wearing a metal studded collar made of white leather, a thin silver chain running from it to Clarise's hand. Clarise stood on the bed above him and her kneeling daughter, her legs spread wide to reveal the pink furrow between her plump cunt cheeks.
He wondered about the situation, but could not summon up the will to fully awaken. Dream or not, the tranquil mood was too seductive, Jill's services too enjoyable. Her tongue curling between each of his toes, she began to move back up his legs, approaching his crotch. Her mouth lifted, her tongue pulling back and she produced a current of warm air, covering his prick and his balls with it. As if drawn by the flutter of her breath, his shaft began to stiffen and thicken, raising up like a snake for a charmer's flute. She lifted her head with its movement until she was breathing against the bulbous head.
Guy's lips parted, his mouth dry and he found he could not keep his eyelids open as the warm breeze moved down the dorsal vein of his rod. The concentrated breath of the girl stirred the fine hairs of his scrotum and he let out a small moan. Her hair flowed over his thighs, caressing him like silk. Her face moved lower and the breath moved along the arch of his root to his ass. Her tongue slid out and the tip eased between the flat buttocks to flick from side to side.
He felt his hands grip the sheets as her tongue moved back and then began to lick up his root. She opened her mouth and sucked his scrotum twisting the wrinkled flesh between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Then she took in his balls, rolling them with care through the sack. He murmured with pleasure, the only other sound in the room being the soft rattle of the leash chain Clarise held.
Jill freed his nuts and curled her tongue around his shaft, pressing her lips against the opposite side. He groaned as she raised and lowered her mouth, softly chafing his throbbing lance again and again. His head rolled back and forth against the bed and he realized that there was no way he could stir himself from this euphoric ecstasy, even if he had wanted to do so. He had no idea if Jill's mouth had been moving upon his body for minutes or for hours.
He gasped, his eyes flickering open as her head continued to rise and fall, her teeth chafing while her tongue whipped even faster at his shaft. He realized that she had not touched him with her hands and now noticed that her wrists were lightly held together at the small of her back by a band of velvet. He tried to raise up, blinking down at her face, but the carnal flashes were overpowering him and he fell back. He gave out deep, growling sounds, his eyes half focused on Clarise's cloven cunny.
Sensing that he was on the verge of coming, Jill moved her knees closer to him, raising up to align her mouth and throat. His eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat as she took in his whole prick. Her head continued to rise and fall, her teeth nipping, her tongue lashing as his head raced from her lips to deep in her throat and back. His heels dug into the bedding and his hack arched. He cried out in a savage gargle, his body quaking with the rush of his spend spewing into her mouth and down her throat.
She drew his thick brew down her throat, her tongue and lips continuing to pump his cock. When he went limp, she paused, savoring the feeling of his prick drawing back out of her throat and up onto her tongue. Giving his head a suckling kiss, she sat up, letting his momentarily exhausted tool drop loose.
"Bart!" Clarise said sharply, snapping Jill and Guy from their joined smile. "You know we don't spy on one another."
Bart stood shamefaced in the partially opened doorway, his eyes dropping before the stares of his mother who held his sister on a leash, of Jill who had just sucked off Guy and of Guy himself who lay without energy at the moment, looking at Bart with curiosity.
"Come here, young man," Clarise said sternly as she stepped down off the bed, her big breasts trembling. "Spying, dishonesty and unkindness are the three things I forbid in our house," she told Guy, putting the leash down. "Bart, you know that and what to do," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Bart nodded sadly and pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees. He moved forward and crawled across his mother's lap so that his lap was centered between her thighs, his arms and legs hanging off to either side. Clarise spread her palm over his flat rump, caressing the boyish softness of the hairless cheeks. Gradually, she closed her thighs under him, catching his cock between them. Slowly, she raised her hand and then slapped the palm down against the tender flesh.
Bart sucked air, tensing and his prick tugged in the grip of her firm thighs. Clarise brought her hand down again and he jerked at the stinging, his prod hardening as it tugged about in her silky grip.
Smiling at an idea, Jill climbed off the bed, the leash jingling and crawled under Clarise's legs. She stretched out on her back, her face raised to where Bart's prick protruded from between their mother's thighs, her damp cunt below Bart's hung head. Guy raised up on his elbows, watching Clarise's tits jiggle deliciously with each swing of her arm and then looking down as Bart moved his hands between Jill's open thighs.
Bart's face was flushed, his ass glowing pinkly, his cock throbbing, twisting it between Clarise's thighs on his own now. He parted Jill's auburn beaver and pressed his fingers up into her snatch, the heel of his hand rubbing against the rise of her pelvis. She gurgled happily, opening her mouth wide beneath the bloated head of his cock, twisting her cunt against the insertion of his fingers. Bart clasped the top of her twat with her erect clit caught between two of his squeezing digits.
The side of Bart's hip grinding against her cunt as he shifted beneath her spanking, Clarise began to breathe heavily, the globes of her tits rising and falling, her flesh flushed. Then the boy suddenly stiffened, shuddering with a moan as his prod spasmed between her thighs. He grinned deliriously as his orgasm broke free and his milky spend splattered down into Jill's waiting mouth and over her lips and cheeks. His hands clutched in her cunt, causing her to arch her hips upward as her clit burned hotter between his fingers. Then she cried out, his come gurgling in her throat.
Jill went limp on the floor, trying to catch her breath and Bart's hands loosened as he slid off Clarise's lap and onto his feet. He swayed drunkenly before Clarise who stared blankly ahead, on the verge of her own climax. Gaining her composure, she pushed herself up to her feet, the languid Jill stretched out between their feet. Bart's face came even with his mother's beautiful tits and he leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on each hard nipple.
"You'll remember next time?" she asked with a dazed smile.
"Yes, Mom," he nodded truthfully and without anger.
"Good," she nodded and glanced back at Guy. "Well, we'll leave you two alone now. We have, uh-some business to take care of, don't we, son?" she smiled seductively back at Bart.
"Yeah," Bart grinned and left the room with her. "Have I shown you the new fish I got for my aquarium?" his voice drifted back.
Jill smiled and began to lick the come from her face. Guy stared at her for a moment and then shook his head with a laugh, amazed by the relationships between the three and by all that had happened to him since arriving a few hours earlier.
"They've only been balling for about a year," Jill grinned, enjoying his bewildered expression.
"I guess you're wondering why I had you come today-why I had you wait till today," she corrected, laughing.
"Yeah, sort of," he nodded, watching her move to a dresser and return with a manila envelope.
"I'll show you," she said, sitting down Indian style beside him and dumping out a group of blown up photos. "She's the reason," she said, lifting a photo of a girl of Jill's approximate age who was dressed in a dark blue school uniform.
"Very sweet looking," he nodded, looking at the mid-waist spill of straight, honey blonde hair, the large eyes and the slightly wide, girlish mouth. "Alice in Wonderland," he smiled.
"Amy," Jill said, handing him another picture. "But she doesn't arrive in Wonderland until tomorrow morning," she smiled.
"Wonderland does seem a fitting name for this place," he laughed, looking at the close-up of Amy's face. The girl's eyes were a deep violet color beneath eyebrows the color of burnished gold. Very light freckles were scattered across the bridge of her nose.
"She looks very innocent," he noted, taking the next photo.
"She is," Jill said softly, lifting her eyes from the pile of pictures. "Most of these pictures were cropped from group photos taken at school. The others I-took without her knowledge," she added with a sensual smile.
"How innocent?" he asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at a picture taken from a hidden vantage point. It showed Amy from the back, taking a shower, her legs long and slender, just maturing, the pert fanny rounded.
"A virgin. As virgin as possible, I think," Jill said, handing him another picture. "I was pretending to be adjusting my camera when I took that," she said as he looked down at a picture of Amy removing her bra in a dorm bedroom. The full mounds of the girl's breasts were the width of a hand, lifting out delicately two inches from her chest. "The kind of tits that look like nothing with clothes on and beautiful naked," he said, noting that the aureoles were flesh colored and thus invisible, the nipples like small craters with their inset centers.
"I've my suspicions as to whether she's ever been kissed even," Jill said. "Her parents are real prudes and hardly ever let her out of their sight, much less date."
"But she's coming here?" he asked, glancing through the remaining photos which showed the clothed Amy from many angles.
"Well, she'll be staying with a girl and her-parents." Jill added, with a raised eyebrow. "Would you like to be my step-father for the weekend?" she asked trailing her fingertips over his thigh. "I told her and her parents what an upright father you were," she said, her fingers flowing over his stiffening cock. "Very upright," she grinned.
"I'd guess that you've more in mind than just making it possible for her to be a house guest, or to take more photos," he said, reaching out to dip his fingers into the wet pink of her open slit.
"Only what she wants to do," Jill said with seriousness. "I want to seduce her if I can, seduce her away from the narrow prison she's been kept in. She's a beautiful person inside too and I just want her to be able to make the choice between her parents' way and our way."
"Between extremes?" he asked without criticism, stroking the long stem of her clit.
"I figure she might at least choose a middle ground that way. But it should be whatever she decides. No force or intimidation, or getting her drunk or stoned."
"Two days would seem a bit short for anyone else to manage that. But with our group...? Yeah, I'll be your step-father for the weekend," he smiled, as her fingers stroked softly up and down his hard shaft.
"You won't regret it," she smiled. "Hey, you know something?"
"That I've got a hard on again," he smiled happily.
"I've given you head, tongue bathed you, masturbated and drunk my brother's come in front of you. You've fucked my mother in front of me as well as the redhead at the store and you've scarfed my box. All that and we haven't balled yet," she laughed.
"Yeah," he nodded, his cock beginning to pulse. "But I just figured you were a prick tease," he grinned.
"Oh yeah?" she said with mock indignation and pushed him onto his back. "You can't sully my reputation like that," she grinned and straddled his hips, lowering her cunt down along his cock until she was firmly impaled on it.
Guy reached up and caressed her tits, feeling the head of his cock flatten out against the press of her cervix. Her tongue flicked out to moisten her smiling lips as she arched back to reach behind her and tickle his balls. She tightened and loosened her vaginal muscles in an easy rhythm, his engorged tool throbbing pleasurably to the humid softness of the caress.
"I'm gonna fuck you around," she grinned, beginning to revolve her hips, still flexing her cunt around the pivot of his tingling prick. "Gonna sharpen your pencil," she laughed, her eyelids lowering at the sensory friction of his shaft against the walls of her cunt.
He tightened his hands round the pliant yield of her tits, pressing his fingers into the softness as he chafed the long nipples against his palms. Her head lolled back, her arched body thrusting her breasts into his manipulation and she gurgled happily. His cock was pulsing joyously in the revolving grip of her snatch, burning in her succulent broth. He began to rotate his hips counter to her clockwise motion and began to thrust gradually up into her ravenous twat.
Murmuring carnally, Jill began to lift her hips as she continued to rotate them, rising and falling in a screwing motion timed to his thrusts which were quickening. Losing her grip on his nuts, she clutched at his thighs, her body bowed. Her hair spilling between his legs, Guy dug his heels into the bed, bucking his prod up into her. Her tits tightened against her chest with her backward stretching, as he pinched at the long stalks of her nipples, rolling the pink buds.
She gasped and shivered with the electric shock of an orgasm, her thighs pressing against his sides. Her cunny spasmed around his cock which was now flashing in and out, the top bobbing her clit as his fingers dropped to catch at the long protrusion and rolled it with firm squeezes.
Jill cried out with another climax, losing her grip on his legs. Blind with passion, she swayed upon the pumping staff and he caught her hip with one hand, continuing to jerk her clit off with the other. Raising up from the waist, he slid his hands higher and lowered her onto the bed and onto her back. Clasping her hips in his hands, he lifted her cunt with him as he came up onto his knees. Holding her open slit before him, he quickened the pace of his fucking, swimming in and out of the quicksand grip of her cunny.
Her weight on her shoulders, she whipped her head back and forth, groaning at the mounting rapture expanding from her snatch to consume her whole body.
"Awh, Fuck! Fuck, fuck. FUCK!" she cried in a strangled voice, perspiration shimmering on her forehead and between her swollen tits. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, blood pounding in her ears. She came again, her sweet juices bubbling around the lightning flashes of his tool. She grabbed at her tits, burying her fingertips in the soft pillows of flesh, clutching for some sanity as her mind whirled with the blurring of her connecting climaxes.
Guy let her hips down, his mouth dry, his breath coming in gasps as the lascivious delight of her climaxing gash began to spin his own thoughts and perceptions. He was losing himself in the motions of their balling and his body quaked with the impending release as his root began to throb faster. He fell atop her, his arms giving out, but continued to piston within her. He bit at her tits and throat and she screamed with joy as her climaxes culminated in a monumental orgasm.
Possessed by the consuming ecstasies, her body spasmed and jerked beneath him. Her head was thrown back with her eyes staring sightlessly up into the flashing lights her release was imprinting upon her retinas. She babbled loving obscenities, her softening cunt still clutching around the thick length of his still pumping cock.
His balls were swollen with boiling come, the blood rushing in his prick. He was losing all co-ordination, losing awareness of the rhythm of his motions, only knowing that his cock was jabbing and twisting in the sweltering maw of her gash. Her legs were wrapped around him, the heels of her feet pressed into the small of his back, and through some quirk, the contact held back the release of his come. It crashed in turbulent waves trying to escape the channel between balls and cock. He gasped and shuddered, experiencing a prolongation of his climax, the spend surging for release, battering at his mind. He was in a delirium or rapture. He cried out, the intensity of pleasure becoming too much to withstand. It was as if he were in a tornado, being pulled up from his body, becoming one with the ecstasy. He no longer had any sense of motion, of flesh or sight. He was merging with the flaming light of a sun that flared and blazed with energy.
His body trembled and shook, whipping his cock within her. His hands still gripped the sweet domes of her breasts, his cheek pressed against hers. The sounds tumbling from his lips began to bring her back from her semi-consciousness to realize that he was still fucking her and she experienced a minor orgasm. Her hands rubbed at his back, her lips kissing at his face and she rolled him onto his back so she could again mount his bucking hips. In control now, she began to lift her cunt up his swollen prod, gripping tightly around him to drag her cunny along the tight flesh of his sheath and then sliding back down. Faster and faster she moved with the gripping movement, looking down at his ecstatic expression. Then she could feel him begin to twitch and churn in the silken glove of her womanhood.
The floodgates began to crumble, the bubbling soup of his gizzum erupting, hosing her depths. The sun of his experience began to implode and explode, a star nova within his consciousness. His eyes opened wide, staring into her beautiful face and he couldn't tell if his come was gushing for moments or hours, or even when it ceased. Everything was right with the world and a beautiful woman was smiling at him with loving joy.
Gradually, still basking in the blissful sensations, he fell asleep. Smiling happily, Jill let his now limp cock slip from her on its own and she stretched out alongside him, pressing her body against him. She fell asleep with her head in the hollow of his shoulder. Both of them were smiling.