Chapter 4
Mary Dawson groaned and rolled over heavily onto her back. She was slowly rising out of the mists of sleep, consciousness floating upwards toward the surface of her mind. Opening her sleep-glued eyelids was like breaking suddenly out of the darkness of water into bright sunshine. Its rays flooded the room past half-open curtains, and she squinted against the sudden brilliance.
The young blonde wife was still wearing the clothes she had worn last night — the miniskirt bunched around her slender waist revealing the smooth white expanse of her belly and the small golden thatch of her pubic mound, the brassiere and rumpled blouse. When her eyes had adjusted to the brightness, Mary looked over to where her husband should have been sleeping and was surprised to find him gone. Then she remembered the first time she had awakened this morning. A loud knocking at their bedroom door had rudely interrupted their sleep, and Frank's raucous jovial voice had reminded Ted that the three men were supposed to go fishing that morning.
Mary smiled, recalling Ted's frowning moans and complaints as he had struggled from the bed and pulled on his swimming trunks, going into the bathroom to find some aspirin. He had been the picture of the true hangover victim, grouching every step of the way until suddenly he had caught Mary staring at him with a grin on her sleepy face. His face had brightened, changing completely, and he had leaned over the bed to plant a wet toothpasty kiss on her lips.
"That was great last night, sweetheart," he had whispered, and then left the room.
Remembering his words now brought back memories of what had happened the night before, and Mary groaned inwardly. Instinctively she drew her slightly parted thighs tightly together as if by this means she could keep the humiliating memory, like a mocking tongue, from entering her. The sensitive switch of her conscience had been flicked and Mary felt waves of guilt-ridden revulsion taking hold of her as lewd pictures of the scenes she had witnessed through the keyhole flickered through her mind, taunting her with the memory of the perverted thrills she had experienced as the unseen voyeur.
Her own best friends! It was still unbelievable! They had been performing obscene acts in full view of their spouses — acts which Mary had never dreamed of carrying out with her own husband in the darkness of the marriage bedroom, but which last night had excited her as never before. Her body had stolen control from her mind and had led her into doing terrible things, first with herself, and later with Ted — no matter how much pleasure she had received the contrite wife, could not help thinking of the experience as a nightmare. It had happened, there was no denying the way she had responded — as a voyeur of the lowest kind. Yet she knew that she must never allow it to happen again. Now that she had "awakened" to the danger of betrayal residing in her own body, she would never again allow herself to get into a situation in which it would have the chance of becoming so powerful, through its own excitement, that it took command of her mind and overrode her conscience.
Suddenly there was a knocking at the window over to her left and her .head turned to see, beyond the parted curtain, Alicia and Belle, clad only in the bathing suits, peering into the room at her.
"Hello in there!" Alicia called out, laughing, her deep feminine voice muffled by the glass.
Mary saw where the tall woman's eyes were focused and blushed as she jerked the rumpled skirt down over her gold-haloed pink vagina and her semen-encrusted inner thighs. It was embarrassing to have them catch her like this, especially since Mary couldn't help remembering what her friends had been doing the night before. It was frightening ... as if she didn't really know them at all . . .
"We're going to Lookout Point, do you want to come?" This time it was Belle who spoke.
Mary could not face the idea of being with the two young women she had thought she had known so well. Her mind fumbled for an excuse. "How far is it?" she asked, sitting up and leaning back on her stiffened arms.
"Takes about an hour to get there, so I guess we'll be back in about three hours. In time for S lunch," Alicia answered, a strange smile playing over her lips, as if she knew something that she was not telling.
For a second Mary was tempted to go with them. After all, they were her friends, and what she had done the night before still seemed worse than what they had done. She was going to have to try to act natural with them if they were going to be able to remain friends. Yet that might be easier to manage in three hours than right now, so soon after she had awakened with the remembrance of last night's sensuality still fresh and lurid in her mind. Besides, an hour's hike held no appeal for her satiated body . . . and getting there was only half the journey.
"No, I think I'll putter around here," Mary called toward the window, managing a smile. "Have a good time."
"Oh, we will," Alicia giggled, which made no sense to Mary and left her with a disquieting feeling as the two women disappeared from the window. It seemed that some sort of wall of distrust had risen between her and the two best friends she had ever had — and as usual it was the fault of sex. As she scooted off the bed and into the bathroom to take a shower, Mary resolved to overcome that wall as soon as possible. It angered her that something so purely physical should play such a role in her emotional life, and she was going to put a stop to it by being as friendly as she could to the two women when they returned.
"It worked," Belle whispered as they passed out of Mary's sight.
"Shhhh," Alicia hissed. "She still might be able to hear you."
They were walking fast down a wooded path surrounded by a lush profusion of trees and bushes of varied shades of green. The bird calls seemed muted in the cool quiet of the shade, harsher in the sudden pools of sunlight falling through breaks in the overhanging verdure. The two young women came to a fork in the path where a crudely lettered signpost pointed to Lookout Point off to the left and the Fishing Area to the right. Belle and Alicia giggled as they hurried unhesitatingly down the right fork.
"Five of nine," Belle said, becoming serious. "We'll soon find out if Frank and Dick did as well."
A thoughtful look came over Alicia's face as they walked, more slowly now, since the fork had been the rendezvous point.
"Listen, are you sure we're doing this the right way?" Alicia had heard Mary's cries of ecstasy in the bathroom the night before and had even witnessed the young blonde's cumming through the keyhole while Dick had plowed into her from behind. "If she's really coming around, why push it?" Her voice sounded eerily loud in the quiet forest.
Before her diminutive friend could answer her, Frank and Dick came around a bend in the path.
"What's the matter?" Frank taunted. "You getting cold feet?" He reached out and tweaked one of his tall wife's nipples through the light blue terrycloth of her bikini.
"Too bad if you are," Dick cut in, "because I'm going to fuck that stuck-up bitch, like we planned."
Belle laughed. "Don't worry about us. We'll keep Ted pretty busy while you do your stuff with Mary," she cooed, lowering her right hand to the crotch of her pink bikini-bottoms and lewdly rubbing her middle finger against her scantily covered clitoris.
"But you've got to do it right," Alicia spoke seriously, looking from one man to the other. "You could ruin everything if you're too rough."
"Rough?" Frank asked, a look of mock indignation on his broad features. "Would we be rough?" he reached suddenly to pinch even harder through the terry cloth at Alicia's other nipple, holding on for a second as she winced under the cruel pincering of the delicate flesh.
Abruptly he let go, the shadow of anger on his face fading away into another guffaw of taunting laughter. "With Pernod, who needs to be rough?"
"Sure," Belle cut in, "she'll be begging for it. Alicia, you know what it's like with a little of that aphrodisiac driving you crazy," she addressed the taller woman, who was now grinning in remembrance of times when she had felt all her nerve ends come to tingling life as a great aching need for cock grew inside her simmering, drug-stimulated belly.
Frank was impatient. "You take care of your side of this little deal, and we'll take care of ours. Okay?"
"It's a bit too late for second thoughts now," Dick chimed in, an obscene light flashing in his eyes. "After all, we're just trying to help out your friend by turning her on for good - right?"
"Not me," Frank snorted, eyeing his wife. "I've wanted to get inside Mary Contrary's squirmy little pants ever since I laid eyes on her. Right now I don't give a shit about any high falutin' motives," he rubbed the taut bulge of his cock through his swimming trunks, adding, "come on, let's get on with it — and you two be gentle with Ted. If he and Mary are gonna get back together, like you say you want, there's going to have to be a little bit of him left over!"
The husky man grinned salaciously at his wife and then turned to continue down the path, his wiry friend walking quickly to keep up with him. Alicia watched their backs until they disappeared around a curve in the path, growing excited despite her misgivings as unsummoned obscene pictures of what they would be doing to Mary flashed through her mind. Then she hurried to catch up with Belle, who was clearly so anxious to arrive at the bank of the lake where they were to seduce Ted that she couldn't be bothered to wait while the tall black-haired woman brooded about the consequences of what they were planning to do. Alicia felt her own doubts melting away as they neared the lakeside and she began daydreaming in erotic anticipation of the illicit sexual acts they were soon to perform with the husband of their best friend. In particular, a mind-filling vision of his rigidly throbbing cock grew in her brain, blanking out any twinges of conscience. What they were doing had to be done, but that no longer mattered in comparison with the importance of the slow-burning fire that was beginning to kindle up between her long, smooth-fleshed legs.
Ted sat on the end of the short wooden pier, his legs dangling off the edge. The sun lay hot on his burnished back and reflected off the gently shifting surface of the water, almost blinding him. He watched the small float that marked the place where his fishing line entered the water, gazing out of a face that was relaxed and content. Two medium-sized bass flopped intermittently in the large metal bucket beside him, and there was promise of more to come in the couple of hours before lunch. He didn't mind that Frank and Dick had gone off suddenly, claiming to be bored with the fishing and wanting to hike out to Lookout Point. They had been talking a little too loudly for the fish -and for his hangover — anyway.
Now the hangover was gone, and the fish had started biting, and Ted allowed the events of the night before to slide through his brain. Vision after inciting vision of sheer lewd sexuality greeted his mind's eye under -the morning sun, causing a stirring in his bathing trunks at the same time as waves of hope washed through him with their accompanying mood of contented happiness.
There was hope for his marriage after all! It seemed almost too good to be true, after all these months and years of frustration. And it was lucky it had happened now, at the moment when he had been pushed right to the edge of adultery and had even planned a seduction for today! It was good, instead, to sit here patiently fishing, knowing that tonight he and Mary would again find the gates of pleasure in each other's bodies and unlock them . ..
Ted's reverie was interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind him on the hollowly resounding wood of the pier. He swung his head around slowly and was surprised to see the approaching bikini-clad figures of Belle and Alicia growing rapidly closer until they were standing right next to him. He smiled up at them, putting the fishing-rod down on the rough wood beside him. "Out for a walk?"
"Sort of," Belle giggled, making Ted think that she had already been drinking, and it was only nine in the morning.
Craning his head to look up at them made him look almost directly into the sun positioned in the sky between their shoulders. This cast their faces into shadow so that he could not see their expressions, and in addition scalded his eyes, forcing him to drop them down along their voluptuous bodies to rest at their tiny bikini-bottoms at his eye-level.
The slight protuberance of their pubic mounds and the minute indentation in the cloth at the point of the "vee" where their pussy-flesh divided into barely outlined lips, was presented to his suddenly bulging eyes only inches away from his face. Something caught his eye and he stared more closely at the leg band of Alicia's terry cloth bikini, his cock suddenly jerking as he realized he was seeing three or four black pubic hairs curling out from the restrictive cloth against the tantalizingly smooth white flesh of her inner thigh.
Alicia noticed where his gaze was focused and felt a slight twinge of blissful anticipation deep in her belly. She and Belle had planned how they would seduce him, and he was already playing right into their hands. First she would make him jump.
"What do you think he's looking at, Belle?" she asked, as if Ted were meant to overhear but not be included in their conversation.
"I'd better look," Belle said, mock-seriously, leaning over so that her head was near Ted's before he had a chance to jerk his eyes away in embarrassment. She stared straight up between Alicia's invitingly sculptured thighs.
"You know, I think it's those little cunt-hairs," Belle grinned. "They're sticking out." She was laughing inside at the look of confusion on Ted's handsome face as his eyes raced from one to the other of his wife's friends. Then she reached out toward the taller woman's slightly parted thighs. This would get him.
"Do you want me to put them back in for you?" she asked, her fingers stopping barely two inches short of the blue terry cloth.
Ted's mouth dropped open in astonishment as his shocked ears heard Alicia whisper her thanks and his disbelieving eyeballs watched the tiny probing fingers of the chestnut-brunette beside him slip deftly under the terry cloth and very slowly brush the offending crinkly hairs neatly under the scanty covering. The fingers seemed to linger indefinably, almost sensuously, for a second, and then withdrew, their tips gleaming faintly with the moisture of Alicia's cuntal secretions!
Then Alicia was speaking again.
"Do you think he liked watching while another woman touched my pussy?" Alicia was enjoying herself, a secret smile playing over her lips as she watched the effect her lewd words were having upon the handsome, slender-bodied young man before her. There was something very exciting about being caressed by another woman while a man watched, almost as if they were putting on an act for him and him alone. It was especially good when she pretended she was doing it against her will, at the man's command, performing obscene perverse acts in fear of his wrath - just the thought sent a little thrill of lewd excitement racing through her as she felt Belle's answer, in the form of a caress, slowly tickling upward along the insides of her long legs.
"I think he wants me to stick my finger all the way inside you," Belle cooed, frankly watching Ted's face going through a series of conflicting reactions to the lurid spectacle taking place for his benefit. His eyes were locked on the smoothly stroking hand that was inching its way upward toward the inflamed juncture of Alicia's now trembling loins; and she saw him lick his lips nervously as she brought her painted nails tickling up to the sensitive upper region of the inner thigh, causing Alicia to sigh in anticipation above her. His head was still twisted up awkwardly, but the discomfort of his position did not seem to matter - he couldn't take his eyes from the lesbian caresses Belle's hand was ministering to the creamy columnar thighs - and Belle felt her own sexual excitement increasing as she looked forward to the second when her fingers would slither up into the hot depths of Alicia's hot wet cunt.
Ted did not know what had come over the two women, but he had never in his life seen anything so inciting as the second when Belle's fingers had tucked the hairs under Alicia's leg band. That alone had hardened his cock, but their incredibly obscene language had made his stiffening shaft twitch again and again, swelling to such a hardness in his trunks that he was too embarrassed to swing around to face them for fear they would see the kind of effect they were having on him ... he knew that he should just tell them that he was through fishing and was heading back to the house, but somehow he couldn't quite believe that Belle was going to finger-fuck Alicia right before his avidly watching eyes - yet if she was, the prurient thought formed in his brain, then he wanted to see it . . .
Belle saw that Ted's eyes were growing lust-glazed and knew that it was time to give him something genuinely stimulating to stare at. From above her she heard Alicia's slightly tortured voice whispering, "Stick it in me . . . " and she watched as one of the tall woman's hands reached down between her legs and pulled aside the stretchy material to open the way for her friend's entry from below, in the process revealing to Ted's ravenous gaze the pink glistening cuntal lips adorned by a black haze of damp hairs, less than a foot from his amazement-struck eyes.
Unable to hold back any longer, the tiny brunette used the nail of her middle finger to part the raw moist flesh of the hair-lined cuntal lips and, finding the drenched vaginal opening, skewered the full length of her middle digit up into the welcoming, warm-walled cavern that clamped around its sudden invasion.
"Ohhhhh," Alicia sighed above her and began grinding her lushly rounded hips to glean more of the delicious sensation while, below her, Belle started plunging the obscenely buried finger far into the viscous passageway, pumping her hand up and down, with the other fingers forming a fist, so that it looked as if she were beating her friend's pussy instead of thrusting her cock-like finger up into its boiling depths.
Ted thought he must be dreaming. Never in his wildest erotic visions had he seen the finger of one woman shoving up the soaking cunt of another, and swirls of heat gathering in his testicles showed him that it would not be long before he would be unable to stop himself from reaching out to add the full length of his own finger to Belle's up inside the slippery sheath of Alicia's squirming cunt. But suddenly a picture of Mary's face swam before his dazed brain, reminding him of his marriage vows and the sudden change for the better that had taken place the night before. For a short moment pangs of fidelity strengthened his resistance to the powerful stimulation of seeing the very tip of the red-painted nail appear on the outstroke among the ridges of clasping moist skin, the finger covered with a gleaming film of cuntal secretions brought from deep inside, and the slightly sadistic pleasure of seeing the finger suddenly jam back up inside like a rocket, with the dangerously sharp nail riding like a warhead at its tip . . . he rationalized that he would only watch what the two women did, without entering into their sexual play himself. . . after all, hadn't he caught Mary watching the two couples through the keyhole the night before? If she could do it, then so could he, and without thinking he was being unfaithful either . . .
He was wrenched from his reverie by the sudden removal of Belle's soaked finger from the other woman's cunt. Her hands reached to struggle with Alicia's tight bikini-bottoms, tugging them down over the resilient curving flesh of her thighs, every jerk revealing more of the mound of curly black hair and, finally, the swollen coral lips of her palpitating vagina. The bunching cloth suddenly slid the rest of the curving way down to her ankles, leaving Alicia's fully formed body half naked before Ted's lascivious gaze. At the same time he saw Alicia bending over Belle, who had gotten down on her knees, and excitedly undoing the clasp of the petite young woman's pink bikini-top. For a second his eyes tore away from the lewd vision of Alicia's lust-soaked, ragged pink cuntal flanges and riveted on the soft billowing of Belle's liberated breasts, fuller than he would have expected on such a diminutive woman and tipped with reddish-brown nipples. Alicia pulled the shoulder straps down over Belle's arms, at the same time stepping deftly out of the blue bikini-bottoms and setting her sandaled feet far apart on the pier. As she did so, Ted's attention was attracted back to the slight parting of the delicate, desire-moistened lips of her pussy, his nostrils twitching with the slightly pungent odor of woman wafting to them from less than a foot away.
Alicia stared down at him for a moment, feeling the firmly swelling mounds of her breasts heaving and quivering as tremors of greedy desire made her whole body shake. She wished he would turn around so her eyes could feast fully on the sight of the bulging erection pressing outwards against his swimming trunks. With a gesture of abandon, she reached her arms behind her and slipped the catch of her bikini top, shaking free of its restraint as it fell from her creamy-white breasts and slipped off the ends of her arms to the plank pier. Now she was completely and wantonly naked, and soon she was going to need more than a woman's tiny finger jabbing up into her, but for now, even that finger would be enough, just so she had something...
Then, suddenly, Belle's feminine lips pressed tightly against the naked flesh of her friend's quivering belly, causing the surprised woman to sway and almost fall with shocked astonishment. The sudden wet contact sent a chill of excitement racing up the length of Alicia's spine and she automatically reached down with both hands to grasp Belle's head to keep from toppling over. Her eyes glazed over with passion as Belle spoke lewdly into the flesh of her belly.
"Ted wants me to eat you, darling, he wants me to lick your cunt..." And then Belle dropped her lips down to the mound of Alicia's pubes, spreading the softly curling pussy hair with her thumbs and extending her female tongue up into the moistly flowering slit of the inflamed vaginal furrow.
"Ooooh God, yes..." Alicia moaned and jumped at the electrifying touch of the petite brunette's tongue against the tiny erecting bud of her clitoris. Through the mist of pleasure she heard her friend begging her to come down and saw her patting the rough wood of the pier at her knees.
"I want to kiss you between your legs," Belle was saying, her breath streaming hotly in teasing fashion across the agitated clitoral nub of the standing woman.
His head swimming, Ted watched as Alicia dreamily allowed the half-naked smaller woman to pull her aroused body down to the pier beside her, and he found that he had to turn around if he was to see what happened next. He swung his legs up and around, crossing them Indian-fashion, rationalizing that it didn't matter whether they saw he was excited or not since he wasn't going to get physically involved anyway. But, against his will, swirls of desire were building steadily in his scrotum just to see how hungrily the aroused Alicia stared at the straining bulge in his trunks, as if she could see right through the nylon to his clearly outlined pulsing cock-shaft.
Alicia felt her belly heave and quiver spasmodically as though the handsome husband of her innocent blonde friend had already sunk his hard throbbing cock deep into her quaking belly. Through pleasure-glazed eyes she watched Belle remove the lower half of her own bikini, rolling onto her back so that she could slip it from under her small, perfectly formed buttocks, and then drawing back her knees as she pulled the wisp of material around their sharp angle and then down off her tiny feet. Then suddenly Belle was pushing the taller woman onto her back and prying her thighs wider apart to clamber between them. Alicia could see the chestnut-brunette hunched on all fours between her side-splayed limbs, and felt an additional thrill going through her at the thought of Ted watching Belle's eager young face staring up at Alicia through the deep valley between the raven-haired woman's proud upstanding breasts.
Belle stared unbelievingly at the hair-covered "vee" of Alicia's totally exposed pussy, her mouth watering as her wide blue eyes locked on the spectacle of it grinding in tiny circles, writhing sensuously just below her waiting tongue. It added to her pleasurable anticipation to realize that Ted's lust-fired eyes would be watching like a voyeur's, then her mind and body became completely absorbed by the coming feast of moist female flesh that was being presented up to her hungry mouth. Saliva gathered in her throat at the sight of the rising vaginal juices in the delicious narrow split that began at the base of Alicia's smooth white belly and trailed down between the creamy twin spheres of her ass-cheeks where they pressed I tightly into the rough surface of the pier.
Ted knew that he should leave now because | soon he would no longer be able to control himself. It would be too much — a woman tonguing another woman! Oh God, Belle's face pressed tight up between thighs locked around her ears — female thighs! The sheer depravity of such a lesbian coupling stirred his increasing lust to greater heights. Involuntarily, as though to , quench the rising need, he brought his right I hand to bear on the taut bulk in his trunks, but the squeezing sensation only made him realize that he couldn't leave yet. Besides, his; weakening mind rationalized, he still had control over himself, and there was no longer any reason to be unfaithful to Mary.
Suddenly Belle's head dropped down between the larger beauty's widespread thighs and her hot moist lips closed over the gently quivering mound at the base of Alicia's heaving belly. Ted's mind reeled in mounting excitement as Alicia raised her head to watch in open-mouthed appreciation while the lust-inspired brunette planted wet tickling kisses on Alicia's still tightly closed cuntal opening, her tongue flicking knowledgeably out at the rippling slit. He could see that the raven-haired victim of this assault was beside herself with the agonizing delight of the sensation and, almost as if she were unaware of the effect her action would have on the male voyeur, her hands began to move sensuously down over her upthrust white breasts, sliding slowly down her smooth fiat-planed stomach and settling on either side of her squirming cuntal crevice. Her fingers stroked indecisively for a moment at the flexing cords of her inner thighs as the other young woman continued to rain the moist teasing kisses all over the tingling slit and then, with an impatient groan, she spread the fleshy hair-framed pussy lips slowly apart with her fingers, allowing Belle's hungry probing mouth complete access to her stretched seething vaginal hole.
"Oooooh, oh my God! Ooooh, Belle!" Alicia whimpered as the ministering woman's tongue suddenly shot out to flick its hot searing tip around the other's tautly erect clitoris. Her cries of mingled torture and ecstasy nearly drove the incredulous Ted out of his mind as he watched Alicia's elbows pressing convulsively against her ribs and her head tossing from side to side on the hardness of the wood under the teasing attack. His hand was still pressed to his nylon-covered cock and he began involuntarily to rub up and down on the rigid protuberance with a quick staccato motion, completely oblivious to whether or not the women saw what he was doing. He had never seen anything so inciting in his life as this lewd spectacle of lesbian oral sex, and it was all right if he was rubbing himself because Mary had been doing exactly that when he had walked in on her the night before. This way he would cum in his bathing suit and then he could leave with a clear conscience, because they had done, he was sure, the most stimulating things they knew of and still he had not been seduced into joining them.
But this proud appraisal of his fidelity began to dissolve into even greater depths of depraved excitement as he watched Belle, her searching tongue still laving the other woman's cunt, begin to swing her body around, climbing over Alicia's left leg until she had turned completely about and was lying alongside the taller woman with her own loins mere inches from Alicia's head and with her lapping tongue still buried in lust-soaked slippery cunt.
For a second Ted was puzzled as to what was going to happen, but then he saw a responsive grin appear on Alicia's passion contorted face as she stared into the inviting meal of hot pussy-flesh, open and moist with a light fringe of chestnut-brown hair, that Belle was offering her.
Ted watched in open mouthed amazement as the taller woman shifted in slow motion to her side and suddenly buried her pleasure-dazed face in the proffered coral valley, pressing her nose and chin hard into the slightly scratchy wetness, the hollowing and filling of her cheeks showing Ted that her tongue was slithering deep into the viscous clasping cunt in lesbian abandon.
The sun was bright on their lewdly sixty-nining bodies and the slight lapping of water at the piles of the pier mingled with the wild sucking sounds and incoherent groans of pleasure issuing from the throats of the two women. The last bit of resistance in the onlooking young husband vanished beneath the rising need of his massively throbbing cock to be sheathed in warm clasping cunt-lips while his own tongue ate greedily at a woman's subjugated pussy. At that moment it was as if Mary had never existed, or the sudden hope of last night had been erased from his thoughts, because his mind, to rationalize what he was about to do, grew angry at his wife again for the years of coldness.
It was in a fury that he stood up and jerked down his swimming trunks, releasing his burgeoning erect cock to the warmth of sunlight; it swung straight out, a slight glistening of seminal fluid at its tip. Then the slender muscular man dropped to his knees and, placing his hands on Alicia's thigh and Belle's shoulder, roughly jerked the petite woman's head from its nest in the larger woman's loins and pulled them apart at that end, while leaving Alicia's rocking head locked into her friend's pulsing cunt at the other.
Belle's frowning face was gleaming with the smeared juices of Alicia's lust-moistened vagina from which he had forcibly wrenched her, but he saw with a grim satisfied smile that her face suddenly brightened when she saw his heavy length of cock sprouting rigid from his hairy loins not five inches from her face. Down on one elbow, he stared into the seething mass of Alicia's pussy-flesh that was his for the taking in completion of the oral triangle. Without another second's delay, he dropped his head forward and slithered his tongue deep into the hotly clasping viscous depths of the cunt Belle had been ministering to only seconds before. Then he heard his raven-haired victim groan huskily from deep in her throat as the searching tip of his tongue suddenly began working its way up and down the length of the searing wet slit, starting in the black tangle of pubic hair and wriggling its way downward over the pink-rimmed opening of her craning vagina and into the crevice of her spasmodically clenching buttocks. The unfaithful young husband worked hungrily, feeling Alicia's wet cunt hairs grazing lightly against his clean-shaven cheeks as he waited for the mouth of the other woman to close like a honey-filled glove around his pulsing rigidity.
Belle's pleasure-glazed eyes stared at the thick rod of blue-veined cock protruding threateningly from his loins, the foreskin halfway back along its length exposing the bulb-shaped swollen head to her stunned, somewhat fearful gaze. Ted's desire-bloated balls lying in their sac of wrinkled flesh seemed impossibly huge from this close, and as always the experienced young woman felt certain that her mouth could not possibly hold all of the hardened bulk of throbbing cock without being burst open. This moment was the victory she and Alicia had worked for, but the passionate smaller woman could not suppress the slight twinge of fear that mingled with her pleasure at their success and the sheer lustful anticipation of sucking on the dangerous cock.
Suddenly she felt Alicia's maddening tongue twirling at the pin-point of her clitoris in a hypnotic rhythm that wiped out her fears with a sudden rush of sensual enjoyment. The tiny brunette dropped her head slowly forward like an automaton and suddenly her tongue flicked out at the young man's rock-hard penis, the tip boring teasingly into the wetness of the tiny slit on the bulbous cock-head.
The abrupt, electrifying contact had been expected but it still took the hungrily licking Ted by surprise, sending chills rippling along his spine and bringing a groan from his pussy-drenched lips. The petite brunette was opening her mouth all the way and he felt it enclose the whole of his cock's sensitive head in a moist warm pressure, her lips tightening like the elastic mouth of a balloon around it just below the glans, trapping it securely inside her oral sheath.
"Christ!" he moaned, lifting his head from the burning wetness of Alicia's pussy for a second and staring down at Belle's contorted face. The inciting vision of his hard thickness of pulsing cock sunk halfway up between her ovalled lips increased the delicious swirling sensation of her probing tongue a hundredfold. She massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with her hand as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. She took nearly all of his impaling cock deep into her throat before beginning on the outstroke to suck greedily as if she could not let him go without trying to hold him back, the powerful suction causing sharp excruciating sensations in the very tip of his withdrawing member. Then his eyes flicked to the other juncture where Alicia was laboring enthusiastically, her mouth and tongue working animal-like between the parted lips of Belle's wide-open pussy, and he knew it wouldn't be long before all of them neared the bursting point as the stimulation of the lesbian oral coupling again wreaked havoc with his will power and drove him back to his own dog-like laving of Alicia's lust-heated cunt.
He ran his tongue into the soft-rimmed wet flesh, stabbing at the clasping cuntal walls for a moment and then quickly withdrawing to tease again around the ragged labial edges. He smiled inwardly as he felt the tall beauty's hands clawing desperately at his tousled black hair, trying to push his face right into the palpitating center of her demanding pussy. He let her force him exactly where she wanted him to go, pressing his mouth directly over the tight little holding in her squirming vaginal crevice.
As his lips circled and covered the defenseless contracting opening, Ted drove his long slippery tongue deep into the hot throbbing depths of her cunt and was rewarded by a low guttural crooning from the young wife whose firm creamy thighs clamped convulsively around his rocking head. He could feel the yielding wet flesh smoothly sheathing his stiff extended tongue as the inner walls of the invading vagina opened and closed in a tiny, greedy sucking motion as though Alicia's nibbling viscous cunt were trying to pull his tongue out by the roots, to devour it alive. His nose was smashed tightly against the clenching anal ring above, breathing in the sweet pungent odor of the female secretions that were now flowing in abundance from the pulsating open passage of her cunt. The tantalizing scent incited his mouth-sheathed penis to a hardness he could barely control convincing him that it could not be long before he exploded into a woman's throat for the first time in his life, spewing spurt after spurt of fiery white liquid into her choking mouth. Great swirls of heat began building deep, deep in his balls while he stared straight ahead of him at the glistening flesh of Alicia's desperately squirming ass-cheeks and licked like a demon gone mad at her hot twitching cunt as Belle's head bobbed slavishly over his cock below.
The three interconnected bodies bucked and labored over each other as overwhelming waves of depraved sensuality turned their oral triangle into an insanely writhing mass of heated flesh. The sounds of sucking and groans of pleasure erupted past wet straining mouths into the late-morning quiet of the calm sun-washed lake that lay peacefully, about them. The lewd sucking tempo was increasing as hoarse moans echoed in the still air and tiny beads of perspiration caught the sunlight on bodies entrapped in a mad spiraling of raw naked lust.
Belle's helplessly hungering body was lost in the fire of the moment. Every muscle was tensed as she abandoned her hips to the obscene lesbian probe between her legs and she felt wave after wave of goose bumps prickling her quivering belly and full heaving breasts as her head rocked up and down in greedy feast on the delicious cock between Ted's thighs. Her lips ovalled and sucked avidly in shameless delight under Alicia's skilled ministrations, her tight little buttocks twitching back involuntarily as the larger woman's darting tongue sent helpless spasms of mind-shattering sensation coursing through her raw nerves. She could feel Ted's penis swelling toward climax and automatically her body reacted by urging her tongue to swipe more furiously around and around the dilating glans, sucking even harder with her lips as her head's rocking became a staccato motion that sent his cock drilling ever faster right into the back of her throat.
Ted groaned over and over again, his lips working crazily into Alicia's lust-drenched pussy and incoherent mutterings spitting from between his clenched teeth.
Suddenly he gasped in abandoned realization that the moment was hers. A low guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the searing welling semen begin its mad rush from the sanctuary of his balls and begin spewing in hot thick streams into Belle's sucking mouth. She labored insanely as though trying to eat all of him as he emptied his burning white sperm into the wetness of her mouth. His hands reached down and tangled cruelly in her brown hair, holding her head hard against his throbbing loins as he pushed his spurting cock all the way down into her throat, making her cough sporadically as she struggled to swallow his foaming load.
Abruptly the eagerly imbibing brunette began to stiffen, lifting her arched torso high off the grainy wood of the pier, forcing Alicia to raise her head a little to keep her mouth locked on her friend's pussy. The black-haired woman sensed that Belle was fast approaching her orgasm and worked even faster to bring her to the towering peak of ultimate sensation even as she felt Ted's tongue dive again into her own cunt, sending climax-sparking waves crashing through her raw nerve ends. She could feel the smooth wet cuntal walls pulsing spasmodically around his cock-like tongue as it fucked frantically into the seething depths of her burning vaginal interior. Belle came first.
"Aaaaaaaagggghhh!" she sobbed as the torrential peak of her pleasure seized her body so that she flooded Alicia's sucking lips with the warm wet juices of her overwhelming climax. The writhing Belle felt as though she were losing her insides as her orgasm gushed out around the other woman's still thrashing tongue, even as the last driblets of Ted's hot sperm pulsed into the climaxing brunette's mouth from his faintly jerking cock.
Alicia sucked hard at the parted vaginal opening and drank the slightly pungent fluid, savoring it like some vintage wine, the sweet lewdness of laving up and swallowing another woman's cum-liquids suddenly pushing her own straining body over the brink into the deepest abyss of sheer pleasure she had ever experienced. Her body shuddered around Ted's rigid tongue like an erupting earthquake, going on and on, deeper and deeper into her soul, far beyond thought into pure unutterable bliss, until finally she collapsed flat on her back, like the others, dropping her legs like lead weights on either side of her body. She couldn't have moved if she'd wanted to.
Equally exhausted, Belle and Ted also lay absolutely still for a few minutes as their breathing slowed and they savored the lingering traces of their orgasms, totally enveloped by the silence and the sullen heat of the noonward sun towering over them.
After a few minutes the mood of satiated contentment began to fade with the waning pangs of pleasure and was slowly replaced in Ted's mind by a growing awareness of the enormity of what he had just done with his wife's two best friends. If Mary ever found out, he would be in more trouble than any man could handle without becoming a cold-hearted monster in the process. Maybe she would be able to see the guilt in his eyes anyway . . . The last thing in the world he wanted was to hurt her... so it would be necessary to hide from her what he had done . . . and he could certainly never allow it to happen again . . .
Regret grew in him as quickly as remorse while he got heavily to his feet and began pulling on his swimming trunks — regret that he would never again be able to experience the sheer wanton bliss of acts like the one in which he had just participated — regret that he would never be able to share that kind of completely guiltless sexual ecstasy with the woman he loved.
The three of them were dressing silently on the sunlit pier as if they had already said all that needed to be said between them. He was sure they regretted as much as he did that they had gotten carried away in their sexual teasing. Neither of them would ever wish to hurt Mary, their friend, in any way, so he could be certain they would never purposely tell her what the three of them had been caught up in together this morning. From that angle, anyway, he was safe, he thought with a certain bitterness.
Suddenly Alicia dove off the pier and Belle immediately followed, splashing noisily as she broke the sun-mirroring surface of the water. For a second Ted was tempted to follow them — but then he set about gathering up the fishing gear instead, thinking it would be a good idea if he arrived back at the lodge before they did.