Chapter 6
"What did you think of Amy's parents?" Clarise asked Guy as they climbed the stairs. Jill and Amy were in Jill's room and Amy's parents had just departed.
"He gave me all his theories on the relationship between sex and the fall of nations," Guy said as they entered her room. "I nodded a lot. Almost nodded off, actually," he smiled. "Her mother didn't seem to have much to say."
"Oh, she complimented me on how demure Jill and I were dressed and how respectable we all seemed," Clarise grinned, opening one of her closets.
"Where did you get those outfits?" he asked, removing his jacket and tie.
"We keep them for emergencies," she laughed, turning on a light to reveal a mirror on the back wall of the closet. She pressed a button and with an electric hum, a panel slid back from behind the mirror which was matched with one on Jill's wall. "What do you think?" Clarise smiled at Guy as he moved forward with interest, seeing that they had a clear view of Jill's bedroom and bathroom and of Jill and Amy.
"One way, non-breakable glass," Clarise said, tapping the glass. "And the rooms are soundproofed," she added, moving a small couch in front of the wide closet doorway. "Drink?"
"Yeah," he nodded, watching the two girls opening Amy's luggage to put her things away. "Looks like a great movie," he mused. Clarise handed him his drink as she sat down beside him on the couch.
"Complete with sound," she smiled, flipping a switch inside the door jamb.
They heard the girls moving about and talking and he sipped at his drink, leaning back as Clarise began to unzip his slacks.
"And a refreshment stand too," she purred, her fingers stroking his cock to full erection. "Love lick-rich-sticks," she said and she positioned herself to watch the girls as she tongued his prick and sipped her drink.
"You want to shower? Then we can swim some," Jill suggested, putting Amy's suitcases in her closet.
"Okay," Amy nodded, taking a modest two-piece suit from her things.
"You're not going to wear that, are you?" Jill asked, disbelieving. "It looks like something your father would choose," she laughed. "Here, try this," she offered, pulling a green bikini from a drawer.
"It's awfully-small," Amy said, holding the thin strips of cloth up against her modestly dressed, ripening young body.
"It'll just be us girls at the pool," Jill chided. "Now, into the shower and not another word," she grinned, pointing.
Amy looked around, trying to decide how to have privacy while she disrobed.
"You're kidding, aren't you?" Jill asked, removing her own blouse. "I mean after changing before and after P.E. classes together, you're not shy about it, are you?"
Amy flushed, realizing the truth in her friend's words and began to unbutton her blouse with a nod, smiling softly. As Jill turned away, removing her bra, Amy noted the firmness of the other girl's larger breasts and the pink lengths of the nipples that stood out nearly half an inch unaroused. A bit envious, Amy removed her own bra.
"What's the matter?" Jill asked, noticing Amy's expression.
"Oh, I just wish that my breasts would-get bigger. Yours are..." she shrugged with a little frown, lowering her eyes.
"What are you talking about?" Jill asked, stepping out of her pleated skirt, now wearing only her translucent panties. "Your titties are just beautiful, Amy," she said, examining the wide domes. "And your nipples are such a pretty color, like sandalwood," she said admiringly, extending her fingers to touch the protruding rings of the cratered extensions, the aureoles visible only on the closest inspection.
"Jill!" Amy said, jumping at the touch that hardened her breast tips into solid rings that could serve as molds for a little girl's ear rings.
"Boy, but you're jumpy," Jill said, shaking her head with a smile.
"Well, I mean..." Amy began, but Jill was busy slip ping her panties down her legs, fully revealing her auburn pubic thatch and her uptilted buttocks.
Amy removed her skirt and shoes and slipped her own waist-high, non-transparent panties off. Jill did not take notice of the slender waist that blossomed into full hips, the pert ass cheeks, nor the plume of honey colored hair that just concealed the lips between Amy's plump cunt cheeks. With an air of hurt feelings, Jill poked about in a drawer for another swimsuit.
"I'm sorry, Jill, but I-I guess I'm just tired from the ride," Amy said, tentatively touching the other's shoulder.
"It's okay," Jill mumbled, straightening from the drawer, her back pressing against one of Amy's tits.
"P-please, Jill-" Amy stammered, forcing herself to keep from jumping back at the intimate contact. "I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings," Amy apologized, disturbed at the pleasurable tingle of her nipple against Jill's warm flesh.
"Aw, it's okay," Jill grinned, turning round so that their breasts were just touching. "Friends," she nodded and embraced Amy.
Amy felt her legs grow weak and she could not tell how long they stood in one another's arms, the ringlets of auburn and the honey strands meshing as their girlish bellies rubbed below the contact of their women's breasts. Amy swallowed, her eyelids weighted by the warmth flowing through her flesh. Jill's tits were so soft against hers, her belly and thighs so supple. Jill's perfume was rich, her hair like silk spinnings at Amy's cheek.
"You ought to get under the shower, Miss," Jill smiled, her voice tender as she stepped back to hold the shaky Amy's shoulders at arm's length.
"Y-yes," Amy whispered, wondering that Jill seemed so unaffected while she experienced the vertigo of arousal. She snapped to, shocked at the idea that she might be lesbian. Quickly, she turned and moved into the bathroom. As the cool water cleared her mind, she discounted the feelings as products of her long trip, her fatigue.
In the bedroom, Jill slipped into a latex bikini, smiling at the mirror she knew Clarise and Guy were watching through. She still found it difficult to believe Amy's naive shyness and prudery, even though she knew about her home life. Yet, she liked the girl and had found it difficult not to kiss her when they had embraced. Her thoughts were interrupted by the cutting off of the shower.
"Jill, where are the towels?" Amy called out, poking her head around the bathroom door.
"Has Karen forgotten to replace them?" Jill frowned.
"Karen?" Amy asked, beads of water trickling over the delicate rise of her breasts and slipping from her nipples.
"Our maid," Jill said, moving to the closet. "Hold on a minute," she directed, taking a terry cloth robe off a hanger.
"That ought to do it," Amy smiled, stepping reluctantly from the cover of the door.
"Yeah, I'll get your back with the sleeves," Jill said, handing the body of the garment to her.
Amy started to protest, but remembered Jill's previous reaction of hurt. She rubbed the cloth over her arms and breasts, feeling Jill's hands at her back. As she wiped the moisture from the slickened strands of her muff, she felt the other girl's gentle touch move from the small of her back to the globes of her fanny. Amy clenched her teeth to keep from speaking as the hands encased those lush cheeks, sliding into the cleavage to dry her bung hole. Amy found her own hands pressing against her cunny, acting with a will of their own in response to instincts she did not understand. Then Jill's hands were sliding the terry cloth down the backs of Amy's legs, then back up the insides till they pressed against the sweltering nook of her twat. Amy's lips parted, her eyes closing to the warmth. Then Jill's touch was gone and she was standing before her.
Amy turned to pick up her bikini, not wanting to make eye contact with Jill, feeling feverish and confused. As she stepped into the bottoms, she wondered if Jill was deliberately creating these feelings of arousal in her, or if she was imagining things.
"These sure are small," she said, forcing the words from her constricted throat, looking down at the strip of green at her hips. It came up in a V with the contour of her pubes in front, half of each buttock showing in the back. At the top, the cleavage of her fanny just showed, while in the front a few blonde strands curled over the waistband. "II can't wear this, Jill. Not with the hair showing like that," she protested.
"Ah, fix that up in a jiffy," Jill smiled, taking a pair of scissors from her dresser.
Amy swallowed hard as Jill lowered to one knee before her, her face even with her just covered snatch. The tapered fingers brushed against her belly as they tugged at the golden hair. The scissors came forward and clipped them off. Holding the shorn lockets between thumb and forefinger, Jill pushed the remaining hair down into the cover of the bikini bottoms, her fingers brushing Amy's pubic growth. Amy felt frozen to the spot, a buzzing in her ears.
"Oh, there's some here at the bottom too," Jill said. "But we can just push them back in," she reasoned and her fingertips were pressing between the cloth and the flesh of Amy's cunt, pressing against the soft yield. "Now the top, you immodest girl," Jill grinned naturally as she stood seeming unaffected by the contact.
Her throat dry, Amy turned to pick up the top, not noticing that Jill slipped the pubic shearings into her jewelry case. The bikini top consisted of two small triangles of soft cloth that showed the impressions of Amy's nipples and left the outside and inside tops of her sweet tits free. She resisted the urge to protest and found herself turning to view herself in the large mirror against one wall. She was stunned at how near naked she was, but even more so by how desirable she appeared, she never had thought of herself that way.
"She's so sweet, y'just want to eat her up, don't you?" Clarise gurgled happily, continuing to lick at Guy's cock as they watched Amy, who was staring right at them, but unable to see them.
"Um," Guy muttered, his eyelids heavy from Clarise's oral attentions and from the scene they had just watched.
The girls turned and left their room and Clarise sat up, turning off the sound. She and Guy finished off their drinks and she pulled out a swinging rack from the wall of the closet. From it hung dozens of belts, thin and wide, tooled and natural, bearing a variety of buckles.
"You still hard?" she asked, drifting her fingers over the belts.
"Yeah," he chuckled, having been brought close to orgasm.
"You know what I like sometimes?" she asked, caressing the texture of the different types of leather. "I like to be attacked, beaten and taken," she said, her voice husky. "Not to the point of injury or great pain," she added, turning toward him. "Just enough to walk that thin line between pain and pleasure. No blood or scars, or aching later. Just a firm spanking with a belt. Rape of a sort by a man who doesn't need force to get it up, who realizes there are all lands of giving," she smiled seductively.
"I don't know," he said, considering it. "It isn't exactly my thing. It'd ass me out if I really hurt you."
"I know," she smiled, removing her skirt. "Otherwise, I wouldn't suggest it. You'll be careful with me," she said, slipping off her panties.
"And that's the only way I'm going to get any, huh?" he smiled, watching her move to her vanity, wearing only a blouse and high heels.
"Uh huh," she nodded, sitting back against the top of the vanity and uncapping a rouge container. "You'll have to take it," she purred, rotating her fingertip slowly over her bare cunt, rouging the lush cheeks to the softest pink. "When you decide you really want me," she added, her cunt blushing provocatively as she opened her blouse to slip one large tit free. "Really and truly decide you want to fuck me-in the mouth, in the cunt, in my ass, under my arm. Wherever you want to shove your cock, wherever you want to shoot your hot cream in or on me," she almost whispered, rouging her erect nipple. "Otherwise..." she trailed off, buttoning her blouse back before putting her sheer panties back on.
Guy moistened his lips, watching the pink shift of her cunny beneath the panties, her slit a soft shadow. His still erect prick throbbed as she moved about the room, her breasts bobbing under her blouse, then one rouged nipple showing through. Slowly, he stood, his prod standing out through his open fly.
She smiled mysteriously over her shoulder, her ass stretching the panties tight over the rich cushions of her buttocks as she bent from the waist to touch her ankles, He glanced back at the rack of belts and slid a thick one loose, the brass buckle fitting perfectly into his palm.
Her nostrils flared as she watched him finger the grain of the tanned leather and she gripped her ankles tightly, thrusting her voluptuous fanny back toward him, her breathing heavy. He looked toward her, her face upside down between her legs, her hair spilling over her feet and he tossed the belt onto the couch.
He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, his breath deep but steady. Kicking away his shoes, he removed his pants to stand naked for a moment before picking the belt up again. He moved toward her, coming to a stop just behind her where she could not see his face. Noting the opulent thrust of her ass cheeks, he doubled the belt in his hand and eased the edge over the thinly garbed flesh.
She gave a little gasp of anticipation and loosened one ankle to reach up and once again free her tit. He continued to slide the belt over her expectant rump and she pressed her chin against her chest, her tongue caressing her large breast.
Smiling, he moved past her to the small bar. Her eyes widened anxiously and she lifted her face to watch him. She frowned as he began to pour himself a drink and she started to straighten up, irritated by frustration.
"Did you hear me say you could straighten up?" he asked coolly. "You wouldn't be trying to escape, would you?" he added, turning toward her as he slowly sipped his drink.
"No," she said quickly, hardly able to conceal her smile of pleasure as she realized he was going to play his role fully.
"That's very good-for you," he nodded, putting his glass down and moving back toward her, the looped belt swinging loosely at his side. "Would you like to kiss the belt that'll kiss your ass?" he asked, extending the belt toward her face.
She strained her head upward, maintaining her grip on her ankles and slowly slid her tongue out to touch the leather, her lips following. He jerked the belt away and moved out of her line of vision. He was silent and she wondered what he was doing, what he was planning to do. Suddenly, the length of the belt snapped out against her ass. Taken by surprise, she gasped at the sting of his controlled blow.
Behind her, he pulled his arm back and snaked the belt out again, bringing the leather flat against her fanny to quiver the full pillows. She shivered at the sensation, and sucked her nipple into her mouth, giving it little suckling bites with each slap of the belt.
His prick was pulsing as he brought the belt down again, seeing the crotch of her panties growing wet with her carnal secretions, seeing her suck at her tit. His blood racing now, he reached out and grabbed the frail fabric of her panties, yanking them back in his fist, the shredding of the cloth grating loudly through the room. He tossed them aside and the belt again smacked against her ass, but this time against the bare, silky flesh that was glowing pink. She moaned against her tit and let it free with the next contact.
Remembering his remark about escaping, her eyes narrowed and she bolted for the door. Tossing the belt aside, he grabbed for her, catching the blouse in his hand. The cloth ripped away from her swinging tits and she staggered. He caught her by the hair, bringing her to a stop and moved toward the bed, forcing her to follow.
"Did you think you could get away with that?" he snarled and thrust her onto the bed.
She looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes, her breasts heaving through the remnants of her blouse. With a thin smile, he tore away the garment, pulling her off her elbow so that she sprawled back on the bed, her rouged cunt open to reveal her wet slit. He grabbed one wrist and then the other, tying them to the bedposts with strips from the blouse. A moment later her ankles were bound and she lay spread-eagled on her back.
"I was only spanking you before because I thought you liked this belt. But now you need to be punished for trying to leave the room without permission," he said, snapping the belt between his hands.
"Oh, please don't," she said in a little girl's whimper, only the flexing of her cunt giving away her true desire. I-I'll do anything you say."
"Of course, you've no other choice," he laughed, trailing the tip of the belt from between her breasts to her spread box. "Do you think it'll feel different with the tip wet?" he asked, dipping the pointed leather into the wet slit.
She bit at her lower lip, her stomach tightening at the sensation of the leather spinning round in her gash. The belt lifted and she raised her eyelids to see him raising the belt. The leather flashed downward and she arched up with a groan as it flattened against the globes of her tits, stinging and burning at her hard nipples. She arched again, twisting with pleasure as her breasts took on the pinkness of her ass, of her rouged cunt. Her nipples were glowing, throbbing. She cried out as lightning flashes of pleasure shot up from her cunt. Her tits were swollen and lifted to meet the kiss of the belt. She whipped her head back and forth, her hands in fists, drawing her bindings taut.
He shifted and moved the belt downward, keeping the force of his swings consistent with the first. She screamed with a climax as the belt curled over her belly and her eyes went wide with ecstasy as it slapped at her hips, the center greeting the rise of her cunt with the briefest touch.
She quivered, gasping for breath and he tossed the belt away. Climbing onto the bed, he knelt down over her face, his cock jabbing against her mouth as he caught her hair to hold her head in place.
"Suck me off," he ordered in a tight voice. "Lubricate me."
Her eyes blinked open, staring blankly for a moment and then she pressed her face toward him eagerly, sucking his hard tool hungrily. Her lip-buffered teeth worked their way down his shaft, her tongue lapping at it and rolling it against the roof of her mouth and her indrawn cheeks. She took his whole length in as Jill had, sucking his head down into her throat.
Guy's head lolled back, his eyes closed to the feverish mouthing of his tool, to the static electricity burning through his body. His teeth clamped, he tensed, feeling his come swelling within him. Then, at the last moment, he pulled back free of her mouth, delaying his climax. She looked up at him with a wild-eyed sense of loss, unable to comprehend his action.
He shifted down between her legs and lifted her hips. Pointing his wet cock, he thrust forward, burying himself between her lush flanks, sliding up into her ass. She gasped with sudden delight, twisting at the cloth that held her. He slid his legs up beside her, under her hips so that he was sitting under her bucking ass, his tool being tugged and squeezed within her rectum.
Guy lay back, gripping her ankles and thrust his hips upward, pumping his prick in and out of her fanny. Sobbing with pleasure, she clutched at him, bouncing her ass off his thrusts. She could not see him and there was only the grip of his hands round her ankles. She lost all sense of his being there and then there was only the thick horn of his cock fucking her ass.
Guy pressed back against the bed, his mind blurring under the sensual assault of his prod's contact with her gyrating fanny. She was gripping him tightly, lunging against his dives, yanking on his cock. Blood pounded in his head and he held her ankles even tighter, twisting as the quaking quickened, his prick pulsing faster and faster, his hips twisting it in the hot glove of her bung hole. He gasped, the air catching in his throat, the veins standing out on his neck as his body bowed with muscle tremors. Then the restraints fell and his come was gushing free, shooting up into her bowels and the breath came free in his throat with a hoarse groan that became a sigh as the blissful achievement of orgasm washed over him.
Clarise twitched and quivered upon the spar of his pumping cock, climaxing deeply. Finally, they were both still and she went limp, her breathing gradually returning to normal.
Recovered, he took several deep breaths and reached back to free her ankles. Sitting up, with his now limp prick still held in her ass, he untied her wrists. Loose, she sat up, her arms going around his neck and pressed her tongue lovingly into his mouth. He held her to him, his tongue dueling with hers and they lay back before rolling onto their sides, his prod coming free of her with a small popping sound.
"For someone so uneager to play that game, you really got into your role," she smiled happily.
"I don't believe in doing things half-assed," he shrugged.
"No," she nodded with an arched eyebrow, reaching back to massage her still tingling ass. "You got it all."
"Didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked, lifting his drink from beside the bed.
"No," she whispered tenderly and accepted a sip of the liquor.
"Shucks," he shook his head and took a swallow.
"'Shucks'? " she laughed out loud. "Lord! A cornball sex fiend," she shook her head.
"Now look," he said with mock gravity. "I'll spank you and all, but I'm not going to use an ear of corn over my cock."
"Alright, I give up," she laughed, lying back. "Still..." she mused, "I'd never thought of that. Cucumbers, bananas, carrots, but never an ear of corn. But then I'm not that much of a vegetarian," she said, reaching down to massage his prick. "I like meat too much," she grinned salaciously.
"Good," he smiled and their mouths joined again, tongues swimming languidly together as he began to build another erection.