Chapter 15
Andy listened to the hiss of the water for a few minutes. Then he smiled down at her. "So you think you're all that good."
She nodded, blue eyes sinning. "Just look at me. Just count my parts."
She lifted her chin. "My head. I've been told that I have a classic face and profile. I know my hair's beautiful and my eyes have driven men mad."
She placed her hands under her breasts and lifted them, as though offering them to him. "I know these aren't as large as my mother's, but they're pretty good for sixteen and I know I'll be fully developed at eighteen. You're really taking out an option on the future."
She wrapped her fingers around her waist. I'm nice and thin and firm down here. I look terrific in a bikini, as you know. I think I look even better naked."
She put her hands on her hips. I'm not as large here as my mother, but I think I'm more stylish. My hips are filling out beautifully and what's in the middle is darned nice, if I do say so. If you don't agree, just tell me now."
She gripped her thighs. I'm firm down here. No flab, but nice firm, tanned thighs and I think you'll agree they're strong enough to give any man lots of fun. The rest of my legs are better than any I've seen around this neck of the woods."
She put her hands behind her, gripping the cheeks of her ass. "I love my bottom. I even enjoy playing with it myself, and it's been pinched enough times so that I know other people seem to like it, too."
As she spoke Andy felt himself changing. He'd believed he'd been drained of all his desire. And, even if he did have some desire left, he didn't think he had a drop of sperm left in his body. Nancy had drained him as though she'd been emptying a crankcase.
But Gina was proving him wrong. The incomparable Gina was getting him excited all over again. Together they looked down at his crotch. Sure enough, his prick was slowly lifting, showing signs of life he'd thought long departed.
She put her hands on her wonderful hips and shook her head. "You're proving out pretty well yourself, Andy. I've been amazed that you can take so much and still come back ... like that" She pointed to his still lifting cock. "Mother really knew what she was doing when she selected you.".
He cocked his head at her. Tell me, Gina, did she-all of you-really have all this in mind when you ... selected me, as you call it?"
The young girl giggled and her breasts bounced, their tips waving a warm welcome to him. "That's for us to know and you to find out. I'm not allowed to tell a thing. Just pretend you walked through the looking glass, like Alice did."
He sighed and his prick began to lift to its full hardness once again. "All right, so I'm lucky. I'm not knocking my good fortune."
She leaned against the wall in a fetching and inviting pose, her eyes turned to his face in a submissive way. Then she put her hands under her breasts and offered them again, lifting them in supplication. "Which do you want first?"
He bent his head at once, cupping a breast as he pursed his lips and kissed it on the nipple. He felt the shudder of joy rip into her and she seemed to stagger for a moment. So she was still hot from fooling around with her father. Well, that was tough shit for Bill. Gina had chosen to come along with Andy. At least Nancy had told her to. In any event, Andy was going to take advantage of her agitation. She was plenty worked up, all right.
He kissed the nipple again and he sucked it into his mouth. She gasped and rested her hands on his head. "Ah, that's so beautiful, Andy. Much better than the girls do at the dorm. You've really saved me from that scene."
He looked up at her. "Shit, I should think so."
Then his head was down again, kissing the other nipple as he held it in both hands like he was eating an apple. He pulled the nipple until it popped into his mouth like a wine cork. Then his tongue was teasing the thing, working it back and forth until she was crying out
"Jesus God, I love it!"
"Kindly keep your voice down," he warned. "They'll hear you at the front desk."
"I don't care."
"You will if they come busting in here with the house detective."
She sighed and steered his head down to her belly. He had to stoop and almost kneel as he licked down over the trail of fine hairs that led to her navel. His tongue went into that hollow and again she cried out-but she was careful to keep her ecstasy more quiet.
He licked at her navel until she gripped his hair and pulled his head erect "I can't stand any more of that I'm coming-right now!"
It was incredible. He stood and watched and Gina stood, inches from rum, not laying hands on him at all, her feet planted apart so she wouldn't fall down in her agony. He saw the spasms hit her guts and her belly convulsed, sucking in and out Her shoulders shuddered and her fingers rolled themselves into tight fists. She lifted her chin, gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut.
As the water pounded on Andy's back, he watched Gina come. Her knees half buckled but she straightened them again. Then he looked down into her wonderful, and once virginal, pussy. She saved it until he could see well and then he saw it all. The glossy hairs about her crotch turned dark with the sudden dampness and then she was dripping onto the tile floor, great, heavy, thick splatters of female come.
He was shaking along with her now, loving it, almost going off himself just from seeing her exquisite agony. She was turning pink from head to toe, shuddering, making small gurgling sounds in her throat and then she was clutching at him. Her fingers came out to grip his arms and slide down until she held his hips.
He realized she was using him to keep from collapsing and he then gripped her hips and, together, they kept her from falling apart At last she passed her climax and slowly her body began to cease its shaking. She opened her eyes and smiled up into his face.
"Hi."
"Hi, yourself," he replied.
"That wasn't bad."
"I thought you were enjoying it."
She licked her lips and then she pushed him out of the way, getting under the shower and letting the needles of water and light dance off her bronzed shoulders and breasts. She looked so natural, so satiated, so at peace with the world. Her orgasm had tuned her up perfectly.
She turned toward him again. "I owe you one, Andy."
"All right"
She dropped to her knees at once and her arms went around his hips. She kept her head arched back and her breasts were thrust forward so that they pressed into his thighs. She studied his straight-out prick at very close range, her eyes slightly crossed as she peered at the pink knob.
Then she looked up into his face. "Yes, I really do owe you something."
Then her fabulous face was coming forward, kissing him right on the tip of his cock. It was his turn to gasp and he gripped her ears, holding her lips down on his prick. He felt the lips open and the tongue was playing around with the slit, just as Nancy's tongue had done. Except that, incredible as it seemed, Gina was doing it even better.
"Shit," he gasped, "the pupil has outstripped her master. You're ahead of your mother."
She purred and cooed, but she did not break the kiss. Instead her tongue-an educated tongue by now-actually wrapped itself around his prick and it tried to tie itself in a knot just behind the flange. The tongue almost succeeded. As it was, the massage was thorough and it wasn't long before he felt his sperm beginning to march once again. He would have sworn that his troops had fought their last battle but, there they were, answering the bugle call for the umpteenth time since the night before.
He looked down at the top of her head as it came over his prick. She hooked the knob inside her mouth and, although not taking it deeply as her mother had done, Gina began an effective pumping stroke.
That glossy head worked in and out against his cock, releasing it until only her lips held his knob, and then pushing it deeper until three or four inches were stabbing into the back of her mouth. But there was no total throat job, like Nancy's. This child was more delicate and-from the way his sperm was charging-more effective.
He gasped and gripped her hair, ramming her face until she complained. So he let go, linking his fingers at the back of his neck and straining. He'd let Gina do her thing. She'd proved herself the master of the situation. Christ, by the time she was twenty-one she'd be good enough to service the king of England. The queen, too, for that matter.
The head kept pumping and he could see under it the steady sway of her breasts. Their tips thudded against his thighs as she worked and as she came forward he watched her cheeky ass protrude. He almost wished he could get into her from that direction. Perhaps later.
She rolled her eyes up at him from time to time and they smiled at one another. I'm almost there, baby," he muttered. "Keep at it. My troops are depleted, but game. They'll give a good account of themselves if you truly inspire them."
She tried to say something but, of course, her words were choked. He didn't want her to break the stroke, anyhow, so he waved his finger at her. "Hush, child. Later."
She pumped with a steady and surprisingly delicate rhythm. She didn't come on with the freight-train vigor and strength of Nancy, but she was more feminine. She was getting the job done.
"My God!"
Gina purred and rolled her eyes. She could feel it, all right. He could tell. Her lips tightened their seal and her pumping came a little harder. He was ready to come, in a matter of seconds.
Then-inexplicably-she let go of his prick and her head came up. Together they looked at his prick. He wasn't ejaculating yet, but the thing was leaping about like a living thing with its own heart, fully a foot long, and dripping with lubrication.
"Christ, Gina! What are you trying to do, drive me crazy? You can't quit like that!"
"Mother said to draw it out, to make it last as long as possible."
"It's inhuman!"
She giggled, abruptly the child once again. "All right, I'll make you go off, but may I do it my way?"
"Do it your way, Sinatra's way, anybody's way. Just so I pop my cookies!" He was ready to pass out all over again.
She leaned forward, her breasts thrusting. Then, before he could grasp her purpose, she was settling the prick between her breasts, leaning hard against it, bending it up so that it was pointed toward her chin. The knob barely stuck out the top of the deep fissure between Gina's knockers and it was a beautiful sight Not unlike a foot-long hot dog nestied in a very large bun.
Gina, still not using her hands but using her body like a straining athlete, worked her breasts up and down by bending her knees. Then he was coming. It was all over. The main event had arrived.
Andy cried out as his first load rocketed down the length of his prick and exploded out of his knob. It slammed straight up against the underside of Gina's delicate but firm chin. She grinned as the shot actually jolted her head and then the stuff was mrming down her throat and back into the very deep and damp crack.
He felt his balls convulse as he came again, another shot that could be heard around the world. Again it rammed up into her chin and he felt weak from the ecstasy. He came again and again until his shot was bouncing from the side of one breast to the other and then falling back. He no longer had the power to reach Gina's chin.
Finally he was finished and he began to fall. She caught him and sat him down as gently as possibly on the bottom of the tub. He felt a great peace steel over him, a wave of gray. Again he was on the verge of going under and he shook his head. Gina shook his head, too, grasping his ears and twisting until the pain made him open his eyes.
"Come on, Andy. You're not finished yet"
"Like hell!"
"You can't sleep in here. You'll drown."
He nodded. "This is how I want to go. I never be more at peace and I've lived my life to the fullest Nothing more can happen."
She giggled her childish giggle. "I wouldn't be too sure about that, Andy."
"What?"
"Come on, you can do it"
"Bullshit."
Gina turned around, presenting him with her back. "Look at me."
He forced himself to turn his eyes up at her. Yes, there was that wonderful bottom. Those twin tanned moons of loveliness, firm and soft at the same time, firm yet yielding. How wonderful it had been just to put his hands on them. Just think if he....
"Shit," he moaned. "I can't do anything more in here. Help me out."
"After we rinse," she ordered and she got him up on his feet so they could turn their bodies this way and that to clean themselves. Her breasts, heavy and bobbing like a fully mature woman's now, kept bumping into him but he hardly noticed. His nerves had turned to stone. He could feel very little.
Then she was climbing from the tub and turning to help him. She was a beautiful thing when she was naked. So graceful, so poised, so well proportioned. Many women in fact looked more sexy in clothes, but there was nothing imperfect about Gina's figure that needed to be bidden by the cleverness of a seamstress' needle.
He told her so. "You're all right, kid."
She giggled. "So are you, man."
They smiled at each other as she reached for towels and he playfully touched her on the bottom with his finger. "See, you're not all dead," she insisted.
Then she was throwing the towel over him and rubbing him with vigor. She worked over his head, chest, belly and then she was working over his ass and crotch, getting in between his legs, everywhere.
"See!"
She stood back and pointed proudly. He looked down to see his lifeless prick proving it wasn't lifeless at all. It was shifting in its sleep, rolling over and yawning, rubbing its eyes. And then the head came up from the pillow and looked out at the world in a sleepy fashion.
"Good morning!" Gina exclaimed to it, leaning down as she rested her bands on her knees. "We've been waiting for you."
It seemed to nod a good morning of its own and then she resumed her task, drying his legs. He worked her over with a fresh towel and her skin began to glow. Her breasts were still as swollen as ever. She was still ready for anything they might be able to manage together.
When the toweling was finished their bodies radiated good health, lazy good health, for they had been through the mill But Gina was equal to her task and she wrapped her hands around his prick. Then she began to stroke it with one hand while her other dipped down to capture his balls and tickle them in a dainty fashion.
He gasped a little as he sucked in air. Christ, but she had a natural talent. She was going to work him up enough so that they'd be able to complete that final act. He left his hands at his sides and he concentrated as she massaged his cock and balls. Just look at that lovely young body, you idiot Think of her sucking your cock. God, are you a man or aren't you?
Andy's crotch decided he was a man because his once-weary cock came back to Me and it hardened swiftly in her hands after it had decided that it could hit it one more time.
She pumped the prick until it was quite firm and she looked him in the eye. "All right, can you do a few things for me without deflating all over again?"
Andy straightened like an insulated drunk. "Miss, I am a total man. I can make my prick do anything. Just ask and you shall receive."
"AU right, give me a little juice in the right places. I'm a little bushed myself."
She spread her feet and planted her fists on her hips. She was a miniature Amazon, so much like her mother, but with twenty years shaved off as though by magic. He kissed her lips as he tweaked each nipple with his thumbs. She flinched and he knew that was a good sign. She wasn't out of flying time yet either.
His hands went to her waist and then he stuck a finger right into her crotch. He plowed through her forest and found the crack in her earth. He went into that crack with his finger, shoving it as deeply as he could. She shuddered as he triggered some explosion deep inside her.
"Jesus, you go off in a hurry," he muttered with proper respect.
"Of course. I'm a superwoman. I eat right, sleep well and I take care of myself."
"You also talk like a television commercial. Shut up and turn around, but leave your feet twelve inches apart and leave your hands on your hips."
Gina did as she ordered without saying another word. She spun around lightly, her breasts flying stiffly and her brown hair making a small fan about her face for an instant.
He looked down at that bottom. It was puckered up tight, waiting for him. He ran his finger up and down the crack, feeling her shudders of anticipation, until he found the bung. He tapped it as though it were a door and he were waiting for the mistress of the house to let him come in. Which wasn't far from the truth.
Then he eased his crotch forward and, amazingly enough, he was right on the target. His prick came up against her budding bung and he pressed. It gave a little and then it gave a little more until he was able to get the head inside her.
He had been worried at first that he might tear something, but he needn't have. She was able to relax and accommodate him easily enough, even though he was certain she was an asshole virgin, too, as she'd been a pussy virgin the night before.
He pressed again and a few inches went inside her. He kept on pressing until he was all the way in and it felt so fucking good he wanted to shit to show his appreciation. His prick didn't let him down, either. It got harder as he moved and soon it was its old lusty self.
Gina had to grasp the edge of the sink to brace herself as he started to pump. It went surprisingly fast and they both enjoyed it more than they had expected. He found himself quickly nearing an orgasm as the ring of muscle he was penetrating gripped his cock and worked up a wonderful friction.
She began to push back with her bottom to resist his thrusts and create even more friction. He was almost going off now and he felt shudders zing into her middle as Gina began to have shorts bursts of orgasms of her own.
Then he was coming, incredible as it seemed to him. He wouldn't have bet a million to one that he could have made it again, but he did. He was shooting jizz up into her body and he could feel her bung sucking it in like a thirsty throat.
Then they were corning together, reaching their peaks, and then starting that lazy, wonderful slide down the other side.