Chapter 13

The room was silent for a few moments. Everyone knew a great moment was about to happen and all movement was frozen, poised, waiting as each waited to record the final ecstasy.

Nancy rolled her eyes up at Andy, blinked and then her head rocked in and out, back and forth, working him, pulling on his steaming flesh. He leaned forward and got his hands around her working face so that he could cup her breasts. He handled them like a couple of grapefruit, working them, fingering the nipples until her eyes fluttered with gratitude.

Then he felt his rush. It was very deep inside him, but it was flowing, gathering strength from all parts of his body as it came, coming, coming, coming....

She felt it, too, but he saw her half smile around her huge mouthful of prick. She pumped harder, coaxing him, and the final seconds were spent. Gina was staring eyes wide. Bill was also leaning forward, lips pursed around his cigar, as though he were blowing the thing instead of smoking it.

Then Andy was coming. Christ but he was coming.

His pecker expanded and turned a deep pink in its final moments before it rippled and convulsed and the first great wad of sperm rocketed down its length like a mortar shell singing from its barrel.

It struck Nancy deeply in her throat, of course, and that educated throat was wide open to receive it. She took it and Andy was certain that it was dropped straight into her stomach without her having so much as to even swallow.

He gave her another shot, this one greater than the first, and she took it as easily. His impulse was to wrap his arms around her head to lock her face on his crotch, but it wasn't necessary. She'd made the perfect seal and there was no way Nancy was going to allow a drop to escape. She gulped with each load of wiggling sperm, taking it all, never weakening her hold on his shaft. He had almost a foot of prick sunk into her face and she might have been licking a sucker for all the difficulty it seemed to give her.

Andy came again and again, hitting her hard and she taking it like a pro. But finally he began to run low on gas and each spurt was smaller than the one before. Then he was sagging back, puffing, exhausted, and his prick began to shrink from its great original size.

She let him rest for several minutes, as she held his diminishing prick. She licked at it with her tongue, never taking it from her mouth or using her hands, as it slid slowly out of her throat. Soon it was limp and it fell free, clean, almost dry, pink and rosy as a baby's behind.

Andy looked at her with gratitude and then he lifted his eyes to Bill. "Sir, you have a mangificent wife. I only hope I can be so fortunate." He turned his gaze to Gina. "If you can emulate your mother you'll be the most popular woman in the West. After your mother retires, of course."

The women muttered their appreciation and agreement with Andy's gracious tribute and Nancy turned her body in front of him, so that her back was toward the chair and she leaned the back of her head between his knees. His crotch served as her headrest.

"Andrew, you're the best choice I've ever made. We do appreciate you. Please know that."

"I appreciate that," Andy muttered and he pressed his hands on top of her head. Then he slid them around her ears, her cheek and under her chin. He tilted her face up and kissed her full on the mouth, Frenching her leisurely, showing her how much he respected that mouth. As they kissed his prick slowly came back to life and she stirred against him.

"Andrew?"

"What?"

"Something's sticking me in the middle of my back, between my shoulders."

"A tribute to your powers, Nancy."

She laughed deep in her throat "You know, you did very well for yourself, but I haven't really had anything yet. Certainly you fondled my knockers and if you did that long enough, I suppose I could enjoy an orgasm. But I'm still a virgin in your eyes. Come on, can't you give back a little of the deposit I just made in your vault?"

Andy laughed at Gina and Bill as they smiled kindly at him. "Is it all right?"

"Of course, lad," Bill boomed. "Why do you think we're all here?"

Gina nodded, too. There was no jealousy in her look, only the bright shine of an eager student of sex, who was learning from her mother and from her new friend.

Andy shrugged. "Well, all right, then."

He pushed at Nancy until she rolled out of the way. The large woman sat on the floor before him, still naked to the waist, of course, her great body glistening in the slanting morning sunlight.

Andy slipped from the chair to his knees on the floor. "You look beautiful, Nancy. Stunning. Totally stunning."

She nodded her head in acknowledgment, not speaking.

He crawled to her, took her shoulders and then he half rolled her body and pressed until Nancy was lying prone on the floor, face half lost in the thick carpeting, her arms along her sides. He looked down at her, studying her from his angle for the first time. Yes, it was exciting.

As he watched he quickly removed his shirt and pants, where were half hanging on his body. Shoes and socks went, too, until he was naked. Yes, this was the only way to be.

Then he was kneeling over Nancy. He moved to her hip where he opened a snap and then pulled at the zipper. Its hiss sounded as his own fly had sounded earlier. He opened her skirt and pulled it down from her waist She wore pink pants underneath and he plucked at their elastic.

Nancy turned her head against the carpet and lying on one ear, rolled her eyes up at him. Thank you, darling Andrew. I'm going to send your Gloria a letter of recommendation."

He made a face. "Don't you dare."

She giggled with excitement "Keep your eyes open, Gina. Watch what he does. Make your men treat you as well when the time comes."

Andy leaned close to Nancy's ear. "I think the time is probably already here for Gina."

"I suppose you're right. So young, but so damned gorgeous. Well, so be it At least we're trying to prepare her."

Andy grunted assent as he pulled at Nancy's waist She lifted her hips from the carpet and he worked skirt and pants down over the saucy curves of her buttocks. He got them to her knees and he paused to look at that ass. How magnificent! It was full and mature, hard and soft at the same time. There was no flab and it was even tanned So, the Blairs had a sunlamp at home and it got a great deal of use.

He blew out his cheeks as he looked at Bill in envy. "You have a total woman, my friend."

Bill merely smiled slowly, as though Andy weren't giving him any fresh news.

He looked at Gina. "Your mother is one in a million. You're one in half a million but some day you'll be one in two million. Learn from her, my child."

Gina also smiled with slow confidence. "I am ... I am, right this minute. Please go on, Andy."

Andy did as he was asked. He went on, removing Nancy's low-heeled shoes and then pulling the skirt and pants all the way down to her ankles. She wore no panty hose. The Blair women were too clever to let such cumbersome garments get in the way of then-sex lives.

He removed the last of her clothing and tossed it aside. Then he sat back on his heels for several minutes to admire that supine body. Those wonderful shoulders, half hidden under a fan of rich brown hair. Her facial profile against the carpet. The thin waist, almost as small as Gina's. The muscles of her lower back rippling as she waited with anticipation.

The ass. What an assl In it was mirrored Nancy's great womanly power. She flared beautifully at the hips and her cheeks were deep and full with power, but no sag. Just that slight underslung look that was driving him crazy. He knew this was her true seat of power and her seat of passion.

Her crotch made a neat Y and below sturdy brown thighs ran along the carpet. They were straight and tapering to her knees and-Christ!-even the backs of her knees were exciting. He wanted to lay his now rigid cock into those knee backs and have her close her legs over it, squeezing it until it exploded all over again.

Her calves showed more of her firm power, and her ankles, although tapered properly, still were strong enough to be in proper proportion to her body. The feet were large, not dainty, but large with the rest of her power. They were well-formed and able to support her firm female weight.

Andy shook his head. "What a body."

"I like it," Nancy said with a giggle. "God, I'm getting shameless, you're flattering me so much."

"I couldn't flatter you. I can't express your looks well enough to do them justice."

She gurgled with pleasure and he leaned over her, placing his hands on her shoulders. There he began to massage her firm muscles, loosening them where they were tense and making them melt like rich honey under his touch.

She groaned with pleasure and smiled into the carpet like a shaggy and sexy bear. She wiggled as his hands moved to her waist and along the way he counted each muscle and each lump of bone along her spine. Her back arched like that of a relaxing cat as she purred under his treatment.

At her waist he squeezed and massaged until he felt further relaxation take over her body. He worked then on her ankles and then her calves and the backs of those exciting knees. Then he was at the backs of her thighs, massaging, loosening tense nerves and muscles, turning her to soft butter. She was a golden brown and it was like working with some soft precious metal to be able to shape her this way.

At last he poised his hands over her buttocks, over those twin cheeks of loveliness which he could anticipate enjoying so completely. "Ready for more?"

"Of course, you silly goose."

Down went Andy's hands, into those cheeks. He worked them carefully and thoroughly, feeling them flinch and quiver with each fresh touch. He worked in circles and zigzags, going everywhere on those cheeks. At first they resisted and he felt their power fight back. But soon they began to relax and their inner hardness turned soft.

She was still purring into the carpet and her hands were up about her head now, writhing slightly, her fingers opening and then making fists of passion. She would pull at her own hair one moment and then throw her arms straight out to the sides along the carpet. Other than that, Nancy did not move her body.

He worked his hands into the crack, starting at the very top. "Yes...." she purred. "Yes, I love that. Oh, Andrew, I picked a winner in you!"

Andy smiled at the others sheepishly. Gina was still watching like a hawk 'and beside her Bill was gripping his daughter's shoulders firmly, his excitement being transmitted into his powerful fingers. As Andy watched father slipped his hand down the front of daughter's mini until it was over her bodice. The hand turned in to cup a breast and Gina made a small sound of satisfaction. The breast was half lifted from the mini as the hand went inside and began to pump. It looked as though her heart were beating with an exaggerated thudding as the fingers worked.

Gina placed her hand across her father's thigh to show him that she loved what he was doing.

But Andy had his own work cut out for himself and he addressed it fully. He ran three fingers along the deep crack until he reached Nancy's bung. She cried out and her tongue lolled out of her lips. Yes, yes, that tongue seemed to be trying to tell him.

He tapped the bung lightly for a moment and watched its little pink petals close in reflex action.

But as he kept tapping and massaging the cheeks of her ass with his other hand the petals slowly relaxed. It was then he hooked a finger inside and heard her gasp of surprise and total pleasure.

"Oh ... God, Andrew. I didn't expect...."

"Don't you like it?"

"Of course I do, but...."

"And we're here to teach Gina, right?"

"Yes, but..

He sighed. "But what?"

It was her turn to sigh and she did so, deeply. "But just don't do it too fast, darling ... I love it, really I do."

He laughed as he thrust his fingers all the way in and swirled it about. She gasped and lifted her ass toward him, pumping against his pushing finger as though he were fucking her this way-which he was in fact doing.

She shuddered once and he pulled the finger out. All right, so she got her rocks off a little bit. But he wanted to save the rest of her for the main event. It was Gina who reacted quickly. She leaped from her chair, her stimulated breast almost popping from her bodice, and flew from the room. In a moment she was back with a dripping washcloth and a towel. She went to Andy and took his finger, wiping it clean and then drying it.

After a quick smile straight into his upturned face, she hurried back to her chair where Bill immediately got his hand back inside her bodice. She draped her arm across his thigh and her fingers curled into his crotch. So, father and daughter were getting along just beautifully.

Andy looked down at Nancy again and he smiled at the slight frown on her face. "Relax, we're not finished yet."

"Thank God because I just caught the edge of an orgasm. Just a little squirt that made my insides convulse, you know? I need a hell of a lot more, Andrew."

"I know, I know," he assured her.

And then his hands were on her shoulders again, gripping them, slowly rolling her over on her back. As she turned he loved watching her heavy breasts shift from her arms to the center of her body, bobbing stiffly and moving their great weight with reluctance.

He rolled Nancy until she was flat on her back, eyes staring up into his face. Her body was shining with glowing anticipation and she licked her lips. Her hair was tousled and fanned out from her head like a rich brown halo on the carpet.

He looked at those pointed breasts, those cherry nipples, that torso with the firm hips, the flat belly and the mass of rich brown hair at the crotch. And those legs, always those terrific legs. He sighed and peered closely into her crotch. Yes, he could see the pink lips in there. They were generous, puffy and ready, their dampness already darkening the glossy hairs that ringed them. "Ah, the prize," he sighed.

He smiled at the others, who were beginning to get pretty worked up themselves. Father had daughter's breast out of her dress now and he was pumping it like a football. Gina had her hand in his crotch, the fly open and the fingers inside thoroughly massaging him until his pouch was distended.

And here he was with the mother, the two of them naked, she lying on her back, looking up at him, waiting for anything it was he might choose to do with her. His prick was perfectly distended again, ready for another act-eager, in fact.

He sighed. It was so perfect it was almost sad. And then there was Gloria. He supposed he'd need to call her again before the day was out-with news of another missed flight.