Chapter 8
"Shit! Are you going to talk about that junk?" Jill asked sarcastically when Guy began to respond to a question from Amy about his business.
"I've warned you about rudeness at the table, young lady," he said sternly, going along with the request she had made for him to spank her before Amy. "Since you want to act like a child, you'll be treated as one," he said, pushing his chair back and into clear view of Amy who was looking at the two of them with a startled expression. "Come here," he ordered and Jill slowly stood, her head ducked, to stand before him. "Over my knee," he directed. "Now," he cut her off when she started to plead.
Amy watched, stunned, as Jill lowered herself across Guy's thighs and she almost gasped out when he threw her schoolmate's skirt up to jerk her panties down off her pert fanny.
"I don't mean to upset you, Amy, but some discipline has to be maintained," he said, resting his palm against the velvet softness of Jill's ass. "I'm sure your father would act in much the same way," he said, suddenly inspired to find out something about her puritanical parents.
"Y-yes," Amy flushed. "But he has me bend over and face the wall until-until he's finished and left the room," she said.
"Yes. Yes, I thought so," Guy nodded, fairly sure what it was her father did while she could not see him. "Well, now it's Jill's turn," he said and lifted his hand.
He smacked his hand across her ass cheeks, quivering the firm pillows. She sucked air, biting at her lower hp, wishing she could watch Amy's reaction. His hand rose and fell again and her hips twisted against his lap and she had to turn her smiling face away from Amy as she felt his cock stiffen under her.
Amy stared, entranced by the rise and fall of Guy's hand and by the glowing pinkness of Jill's ass. She felt hot and her throat was dry, though she did not know why. It seemed that she should not be watching, that she should only be feeling sympathy for her friend. But Jill's rump looked so pretty and she found Guy to be strong looking, unlike her father who always seemed nervous and excited when he spanked her with his belt.
Noting Amy's feverish stare, Clarise smiled to herself, using the concealment of the table to reach over into Bart's lap to clutch his stiff cock in her fist She turned her eyes to Jill's ass. Her daughter was breathing heavily now, her face was flushed with excitement
"Darned fork," Bart muttered, letting his fork drop to the floor and then slipped from his chair to crawl under the table after it
He slid his hand up his mother's leg and under her dress, caressing her bare pubes and working his fingers into her slit. He turned his face toward Amy, who had only been half aware of his leaving his chair and looked up her skirt at her shapely thighs and at the V of her lacy panties. Her ass pressed against the seat of the chair, her hips were twisting it down against the wood. Her hand clutched at her skirt over her thigh and Bart smiled as a thin line of moisture made her panties translucent over her slit, the honey blonde of her pubic hair showing through. Resisting the impulse to press his face against the girl's damp cunny, he slipped his fingers from Clarise's and sucked the sweet dampness from them. With a grin he touched his fork against her cunt so that she would know what it was and then carefully slid it up into her and then back out.
Clarise glanced over at Bart as he sat back down, her hand returning to his prick. Smiling back at her, he lifted the damp fork to his mouth and slowly licked her secretions from it. Clarise fought to keep from laughing and turned her eyes back to Jill's quivering fanny.
"Alright, you can stand up now, young lady," Guy said, his breath heavy.
Jill stood slowly. Her panties hung around her knees and her skirt remained up since she had pushed the front hem into the waistband. The soft ringlets of her muff gleamed under the dining room light, but she pretended not to notice.
Amy swallowed hard, her breathing shallow. Not only was Jill's bush exposed to the whole family, but Guy had a full erection that was lifting his slacks from his crotch. From conversations at school, she knew what a penis was, but she had only seen the one of her six month old cousin. She was stunned by the obvious enormity of Guy's cock, at the snake like life it seemed to have. She felt even hotter, as if her clothing were too tight and she suddenly wondered if her father reacted in a similar way when spanking her.
"I apologize, Daddy," Jill said in a little girl voice.
"Just don't do it again, dear," Guy nodded. "Now pull down your skirt and we'll have dessert and coffee," he said with a kindly tone, pushing his chair back to the table and forcing his eyes from Jill's lush bush.
Dropping her skirt, Jill sat back down, noting Amy's excited state. But she said nothing, so everyone acted as if nothing had happened. Amy blinked back to her plate, unable to organize her feelings and thoughts. Beneath the table, Clarise extended her leg to press her heel against Guy's engorged prick. Her eyes smiled into his as she caressed him, while she held Bart's pumping cock in her hand.
Bart was leaning over out of Amy's line of vision, clutching the chair with one hand as he came in shuddering spurts. With his other hand, he held a coffee cup before the hose of his tool, catching his spend in it.
"Don't be upset, Amy," Jill smiled, patting the back of Amy's hand. "I did deserve it."
"I'm okay," Amy muttered, forcing herself to look at Jill, pushing back the strange feelings even the touch of Jill's hand upon hers was creating. "I guess-I guess it's because my father is so private about it," she offered quickly.
"Of course," Jill nodded, giving Amy's hand a squeeze.
"Coffee?" Karen asked, entering the room with a pot.
"Just for my husband and myself," Clarise said, her heel pressing Guy's throbbing cock against his thigh.
"Uh, would you like sugar as well, ma'am?" Karen asked, pausing before pouring the coffee, her eyes on the come floating at the bottom of the cup.
"As well?" Clarise asked and then let her eyes follow Karen's, discovering Bart's milky spend. "Uh, no, Karen. I think it'll be sweet enough," she said, again restraining her amusement while glancing at the innocent looking Bart.
Guy suddenly jerked forward, making coughing sounds into his napkin and they all glanced toward him, unable to see his expression, or his cock which was shooting off inside his pants from Clarise's manipulation. Several moments later, he straightened up weakly, his face flushed.
"Are you alright, dear?" Clarise asked with as much innocence as Bart had displayed over the gizzum in her coffee cup.
He nodded with a weak smile and took a drink of his ice water. Clarise smiled over the rim of her cup, sipping the come sweetened coffee and gave his prod a last caress with her foot.
Karen having served dessert, Jill and Amy silently ate their cake. Amy's eyes were staring off blankly as her thoughts drifted in an effort to define her mood and the pungent aroma at the table. Jill glanced at her from the corner of her eye, smiling to herself.
After watching a TV show with disinterest, Jill and Amy went upstairs. Moving down the hallway to their room, they paused at the sounds of gasping and of a bed shifting. Raising her eyebrows questioningly, Jill beckoned for Amy to follow her to Bart's partially opened door. Maneuvering so that she stood behind Amy, Jill gripped her shoulders as if in response to what they saw, holding Amy in place.
Amy's mouth opened at the sight of Bart lying naked on his bed with a pin-up magazine beside him. Lying back against his pillows, he held his engorged cock in his fist, methodically pulling the sheath of flesh up and down the throbbing meat. He was gasping through open lips and his eyes were shut. It took Amy a moment to realize what he was doing. She felt dizzy, thankful for Jill's hands holding her. The boy's tool was so large, the knob so fat atop it, that she found herself staring at it, unaware of her deepened breathing.
Watching through his just parted eyelashes, Bart smiled at the enraptured look on Amy's face. Behind her, Jill grinned at him, happy that they had been able to time this so well. She slowly brought herself forward so that her breasts were cushioned against Amy's back, her cunt against Amy's ass.
Amy was only aware that she felt more relaxed and even more aroused. Her eyes shifted to Bart's face as he gave a little cry. He stiffened, pressing his head back and brought himself to orgasm, his spend shooting up pearly white to splash over his stomach. He shuddered and went limp. Amy swallowed hard, blinking free of her hypnotic stare and realized that Jill was no longer holding her shoulders.
She turned from the door, blushing as she realized her panties were damp from her excitement. Jill, who was entering their room, motioned for her to come along, appearing casual and unconcerned about what they had seen. Regaining her composure, Amy joined Jill who was lying back on her bed.
"I don't know why he doesn't make sure the door's closed before jerking off," Jill smiled with a shake of her head. "That's about the third time this month I've seen him. I guess I'm just more discreet," she smiled.
"You-you mean you..." Amy asked, startled.
"Masturbate? Sure," Jill nodded. "If I didn't, there's times when I'd go bananas-or go for one," she laughed. "Don't you?" she asked, her smile fading.
"N-no," Amy said, looking away. "My parents told me..." she trailed off timidly.
"You've never done it? Not even when bathing?" Jill asked with true amazement.
"No, I-I'm not even sure how," she confessed, realizing that she felt in need of some relief from the arousal she felt. "I just take a cold shower, or think of something else."
"Do you want to know how?" Jill asked softly, sitting up.
"I-Yes," Amy said in a whisper after several moments, her folded arms pressed against her.
Jill stood up and turned the overhead light off, leaving the room illuminated by soft lamplight and closed the hall door. Amy glanced back nervously to see Jill let her unfastened skirt fall around her ankles and then remove her panties. She stared dumbfounded as Jill took off her blouse and bra to stand naked before her.
"B-but won't your parents...? " Amy muttered anxiously, unsure now as Jill sat on her bed.
"They're cool about things like this. Masturbation doesn't hurt anyone, or make you sick or crazy. It just makes you feel good," Jill smiled tenderly, spreading her legs to bare the pink inner lips of her cunt. "There are two basic ways," she purred, bobbing her long clit with her thumbs. "You can use your hand, or something like a cucumber to push up inside you like a man's penis. Or you concentrate on your clit by itself," she smiled dreamily, her own clit glowing a bright pink now.
"Your-yours is so long," Amy said in a strangled voice, glad for the shadows that partially concealed her.
"Yes," Jill nodded, her fingers now wet with her secretions. "Unusually so."
Amy's mouth was open and her breathing strained. Her breasts felt swollen and sore and the nipples burned. Her own cunt felt as if it must be as wet as Jill's looked, her own clit burned with need. She swallowed hard, fighting back the vertigo of her arousal, smelling the musky perfume of Jill's body in the room, a scent that seemed to weigh upon her lungs. She rubbed her throat anxiously and found her fingers drifting down with the plunging neckline of her dress, touching against the insides of her tits. She slid her hand under the thin cloth, gripping one breast hard as if to squeeze away the aching of the rigid nipple against her palm.
Jill sucked air between gritted teeth, sitting back against her pillows as blurrings of pleasure surged through her. Her fingers were plucking tunes of ecstasy from her pulsing clit. Amy watched with fascination as Jill dug her heels into the bed, lifting her gyrating hips up from the bed. Then Jill tensed with a groan and fell back slackly to the bed.
"That-that's how," Jill said after a moment, opening her eyes partially. "It feels so good. And now, so-peaceful," she smiled contentedly. "Do you want to try it?"
"Y-yes," Amy nodded, her head spinning with arousal, now feeling a desperate need for some release.
"Come here and I'll help," Jill beckoned, her hand held out invitingly.
Her feet feeling weighted, Amy stepped forward, finding herself standing drunkenly beside the bed.
"Sit down in front of me. Just lean back and be comfortable," Jill suggested.
Amy moved onto the bed, sitting with her back to Jill. She tried to order her thoughts, but could not. She eased back till her back was against Jill's firm tits. She rested her head back against the pillows, Jill's cheek rested the side of her head.
"Take off your panties," Jill's voice whispered at her ear and she shifted to pull them down, drawing up her legs to remove them. "Now lower the top of your dress," the voice directed softly and she did so, exposing her breasts. "Now, it's just as if I were teaching you golf-almost," Jill purred, taking Amy's hands in hers to direct them down to the girl's wet slit.
The outsides of her legs pressed against the insides of Jill's. Amy felt the firm breasts against her back, the still wet bush against her fanny. Without resistance, she let Jill direct her hands into her cunny, guiding them in, caressing the inner and outer lips, rolling the erect nub of her clit and pushing up into the hot channel. Unsure where Jill's guidance and her own action separated, Amy's eyes closed to the refining of her already intense arousal, the throbbing becoming clear and rhythmic.
Amy felt almost frightened at the strangeness of the feelings taking possession of her mind and body, at the intensity of the pleasure. She twisted back against Jill's body, feeling the hard nipples scraping against her flesh and the warm breath against the side of her face. She did not realize that Jill had freed her hands, that she alone was caressing the wet pinkness of her cunny, that she alone was chafing and crimping her clit, that she alone was bringing herself closer and closer to orgasm.
Jill smiled, her own body burning at the contact of Amy's. Inadvertently, the girl was caressing Jill's breasts and clit as she pushed back. Jill tried to hold back, but she could not keep from reaching around to take hold of Amy's sweet tits, from clasping them as she rolled the nipples. Yet, Amy was unaware of Jill's act or even of Jill being there. There was only the raging inferno of her passions searing through her, tearing cries of joy from her throat, exploding garlands of ecstasy in her cunt, shaking her free of all she had ever known or felt, creating a new awareness of her body, of her womanhood.
Watching through the mirror, Guy's prick grew rock hard as he watched the virginal Amy writhe and twist with lascivious longing and carnal release. Jill too was crying out and they shook together as they came in tides of white heat.
As the other room became silent, the girls falling into a half-sleep of exhaustion, he turned away from the mirror, now needing release himself. He had stayed late at the table so that the sperm stains on his slacks would not be seen by Amy. Clarise was off somewhere else in the house. Now, looking out the window, he saw Karen down in the pool, swimming nude in the moonlight.
A minute later, Guy was outside, striding toward the pool and stripping away his clothing. Having climbed from the pool and dried herself, Karen was pulling on a T-shirt dress that came down just past her crotch. Hearing him approaching, she turned, her dark eyes staring into his, seeing the resolve to free himself of his lust, to join her. Now wearing only his opened slacks and socks, he felt the cool night air flowing around the plow of his hard prick. Karen stood waiting for him, the tight cotton molding to her body, her hard nipples indenting it. The way it accented her pubescent breasts it was as if she were proclaiming: "I'm flat. If you don't like it, that's no skin off my nose. Being a woman has a hell of a lot more to it than the size of tits, and friends, I'm one hell of a woman."
Somehow, her self-confidence, her pride, made her all the more desirable, contrasting with Amy's girlish uncertainty and self-consciousness. He slowed and freed himself of socks and slacks so that when he pulled her into his arms he was naked. Her mouth pressed against his and she threw her legs up around him, spearing herself on his cock, burying it deep in her boiling cunt as their mouths twisted together and their tongues lashed wildly. He squeezed her to him and slurred sounds flowed from their mouths as they gave up themselves to their shared delirium.
Guy caught her dress in his hands and tore it away. She gripped his shoulders, leaning back as he pulled her chest to his lowered mouth. He sucked the whole of the supple rises of her breasts into his mouth, grinding the hard nipples between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. She lifted and dropped her hips, sliding up and down his thrusting cock.
They were gasping air, maddened with desire, staggering back from the pool. She pulled his face up and their tongues flailed together again. Her hands ran through his hair and clutched at his shoulders, her fingers clawing at his neck as her cunt clutched hungrily, voraciously around the thick bulk of his plunging prod.
"The weight machine," she gasped, jerking her head toward the machine standing back from the pool.
He moved quickly, his steps bouncing her upon his still flexing cock. He stepped close to the vibration machine, leaving its operation to her, unable to pause to figure out its simple use. She leaned down, his cock twisting against her cunt walls and drew the wide band of latex around his hips, connecting the free end back to the machine.
She hit the ON switch and the belt began to vibrate at full speed, wrapped around his hips and ass. Their bodies began to shake visibly, caught up into one entity, his prick bending with her cunt, her legs with his hips and the small of his back. He kissed and bit at her throat, swirls of color shooting through his brain, his balls quivering. Quicker and quicker they seemed to move, but still it was not quick enough and he thrust and twisted in the trembling whirlpool of her cunny as she gripped him with it, suckling him with it.
"Oh fuck, I'm coming!" she growled madly. "Coming all over myself, you, it, oh fuckin', joyful, sweet heaven it's so good, so good I can't-can't, but oh your prick's so fuckin' fine, so..." and her dry-mouthed gasps blurred into a low moan that grew into an animal cry that rent the air as she vibrated even quicker than the machine, her orgasm overwhelming her.
His eyes blazing with renewed intent, he bucked his hips in and out of the belt without letting it fall loose, bouncing her up his cock and letting her slide back down as the vibrations beat it off her cunt walls. The blood was racing through him, pounding in his brain, throbbing in his cock. But he refused to come, finding for the moment a greater need.
"Again, again!" he directed hoarsely, challenging her not to succumb to her satisfaction, but to reach even higher, to refuse fatigue, to connect orgasms as she would climaxes, to build to something even greater.
Her eyes widened, gleaming brightly and a smile, being either demented or divine, crossed her face. Her gaze locking with his, she shook off the tranquil bliss that beckoned and her body began to move with his, with his and the vibration. Kissing at his face, she twisted from side to side as she rose and fell, gripping as tightly as she could with the falls, pulsing as quickly as she could with the rises. She ground her hard nipples against his and licked at his ears. She pulled her curled legs back up along his sides, her feet resting on his hips so that she could drag her twat up the full length of his hammering tool.
He molded her ass cheeks with his hands, his feet twisting on the ground as he rode up into her and back down. Flares of light blurred his vision, his hearing became an ocean's roar. He feasted on her nipples and screwed his thumb in her rectum. The machine rocked back and forth. She began to cry out, words garbled, babbling joyously as every nerve ending in her body seemed to burst aflame. Her surging culmination caught him up and he cried out mindlessly too. The belt of the machine broke loose, whipping about and they staggered back, falling to the ground without pause, their bodies convulsing together. Their eyes widened and they vibrated anew with their shared orgasmic conquest, his come flooding her oceanic depths, their satiation battering them into senselessness, their shared experience not yet over, but out of their control. They had started an avalanche and now they were caught up in it, were a part of it.
His cock erupted again, spewing once more into the wet, living cavern of her underbelly. Her cunt expanded and contracted wildly, drinking deeply of his gizzum. Their bodies glowed with perspiration as they began to move slower, ever slower, until there was only the twitch of his prick softening in the lass of her cunny, only the rise and fall of their breathing.
The vibration machine continued to hum, the broken belt flapping about aimlessly. After several minutes, he pushed himself up onto his elbows, looking down into Karen's eyes, neither able to speak. He moistened his lips, trying to clear his vision and saw the moonlight gleaming on the pool. He thought how refreshing a swim would be, but the thought faded. It would have to wait He lowered his face to hers and her mouth blossomed, her tongue meeting his in a loving caress.
She touched his hair and their lips undulated softly together as he inhaled from her mouth and she from his, the cool and sweet flowing air.