A few nights after the party, Marjorie went downstairs clad ill only her bra and panties. This time, she knew her cousin and Cynthia were alone in the house. Edwin and Betty had gone on a week's vacation, and the Turners were going to the opera that night. She decided she would walk into the library and pretend to be surprised at finding Alan and Cynthia there.
Hurrying along the hallway, she adjusted her panties so that more of her nakedness showed. She swung the door open, and with her body shivering with excitement, stepped inside.
"Oh!" she cried, as if she were quite startled.
Her cousin and his wife, dressed in bathrobes, were sitting on the sofa necking hotly. From the interrupted movements of Cynthia's hand, she was sure she had been in the middle of jerking her husband off! Alan was rearranging his bathrobe, appearing flustered by her entrance.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she apologized. "I didn't know anyone was here. Let me go up and put something more on."
"Why bother, Marjorie?" Cynthia smiled after a pause. "After all, we've both seen you naked in your bikini at the swimming pool."
Cynthia lazily stretched out her legs. The young woman's kimono fell back to her hips, revealing a beautiful pair of tanned legs. She glanced at her husband thoughtfully.
"Be a dear, honey," she added after a moment, "and get us a cocktail or so. Make it nice and big!"
"You bet!" Alan grinned, getting to his feet. "How about you, Marjorie?"
Feeling her cousin's eyes running over her scantily clad figure, Marjorie sat down and modestly crossed her legs. At the same time, however, she leaned forward and hugged her knee girlishly. She intended that her loose, little bra would hang down in that position so that her breasts would be completely naked to his view.
"Oh, yes!" she smiled. "I feel like a big one."
When Alan had left, she glanced down. Pleased that her tits were as fully naked as she had hoped, she quickly covered them.
"They're very pretty, Marjorie," Cynthia said softly. "You can be sure Alan saw every bit of them."
Marjorie blushed. "I am almost naked in these things. They're worse than a bikini. You mind me being this way?"
"Why, of course not, darling! A girl as beautiful as you ought to be seen like that!"
"Well, I'm naked enough to be glad there's no one here tonight but you and Alan," Marjorie smiled. "You can see more of me through these flimsy panties than I would like just anyone to see! I feel almost naked!"
"Honey!" laughed Cynthia. "You are almost naked! But, it's all in the family, so why should we hide ourselves from each other? See how naked my legs are? If my bathrobe were raised another inch, you'd see my naked you-know-what!"
Marjorie, who had been openly admiring the older woman's bare legs, thought she glimpsed a little of Cynthia's "you-know-what."
"Does anyone use the swimming pool but the Turners and us, Cynthia?" she asked lightly.
"No, honey. Why?"
"Well, I thought I would like a smaller bikini than the one I've been wearing. I'd like to get a real tan even if I have to wear something positively indecent!"
Cynthia thought for a moment. "Actually, a friend gave me one last year which was way too small for me to get into – I think I have it around somewhere. If you want to wear it, though, you better not let anyone but us and the Turners see you in it!"
"I like the sound of it," laughed Marjorie. "Will it leave me as naked as I am now?"
"Oh, you think you're naked now! Honey, this bathing suit is only two little strips of cloth and most of that is transparent! Your whole, little, white ass will be bare!"
"Oh. Won't the Turners be shocked?"
"With the cute ass you have, would you care?"
Marjorie shook her head smilingly.
"In fact, you like to show off your pretty, little body!"
She nodded. Clearly, her cousin was looking at her all over and very intently. She saw that Cynthia's eyes were hot and admiring!
"Especially with the Turners," she murmured deliberately. "Howard and Adrian are so handsome and pretty and…"
"Sexy?"
Shivering again with excitement, Marjorie nodded.
"I think so, too," Cynthia replied softly. "Oh, kitten! You're trembling! Come and sit here next to me."
As Cynthia swung her legs off the sofa to make room for Marjorie, her kimono fell further away and her lovely body was uncovered from the waist down! She let the young girl gaze as long as she wanted at her large, bare pussy.
Marjorie had never seen such mature beauty. Avidly, she took her fill of the sight of one of the largest cunts she had ever seen. It was delightfully moist and opened from the love-play she had interrupted. No wonder men liked to fuck older women! If she had a prick, she would fuck her cousin's beautiful wife right then and there!
Cynthia watched her with a small, knowing smile. Then, closing her bathrobe, she crossed her legs primly.
"I'm not really very modest myself, am I?"
"Oh Cynthia! It's beautiful! Alan must love it!" She stood next to Cynthia and slid her hands sexily over her own bare belly and upper thighs. "I'm goose pimples all over!"
"Did seeing my pussy get you all hot and bothered like that, honey?"
Marjorie promptly sat down beside her cousin and pressed close to her.
"It's the prettiest I've ever seen, Cynthia!"
The older woman caressed her bare shoulders and watching her carefully, snuggled her up against her.
"The prettiest what? What do you girls call it?"
"Cunt!"
"Why, you naughty girls!"
"We talk about our cunts a lot!"
"Are you proud of your cunts?"
"My two roommates and I are! We take off our clothes all the time to see our cunts naked together! You should see my roommates naked! They're both lovely!"
"And, that's all you do together?"
Marjorie laughed and shook her head. "We do lots more! We kiss and feel each other and…"
Cynthia's mouth, suddenly meeting hers, smothered the rest of her words in along, hot kiss. Eagerly, Marjorie opened her lips and felt Cynthia's tongue leap into her and lick the roof of her mouth. Curling her own tongue upward, Marjorie licked the under side of Cynthia's tongue as it shot all over her mouth, licking madly at her teeth and gums. Their saliva gathered and dripped down their chins and drooled out of the sides of their mouths as Marjorie received the full brunt of the older woman's "kiss." Excitedly, she realized this wasn't just kissing! Cynthia was ravishing her, groaning with lust for her! Marjorie, loving it, reluctantly gave up the tantalizing tongue only when they heard Alan returning down the hall.
As Alan entered, Cynthia disengaged herself from Marjorie's hot, young arms, and running to her husband, stuck her tongue out in the air – in Marjorie's direction.
"C'mon, darling! Let's all three of us get drunk and have a real brawl together!"
Alan grinned his complete assent to the idea, glancing warmly at his girlish cousin several times as he poured three martinis from the cocktail pitcher and filled the glasses to the brim. Cynthia downed hers as if it were water, then picked up the pitcher and drank thirstily from it. She drank so fast, the liquor dripped down her kimono and ran down her chin in a trickle.
The sight of Cynthia's flashing eyes and dripping lips was all Marjorie could stand! Here was a wild girl like herself! She swallowed her own drink and gasped. Alan had made it strong! Ummmm! She stuck out her tongue and licked the inside of the glass. When every drop was gone, she grabbed the pitcher from Cynthia and drained the last few drops.
Alan laughed at the behavior of the two girls. "Don't fight, darlings! There's plenty more for all of us!"
He went back to the bar and this time brought back a huge pitcher of almost straight liquor which they passed from hand to hand like a loving cup. Soon, Marjorie felt giddy but very good! She saw her cousin and his wife, who had both drunk a lot at dinner, getting quite tight. No one, she predicted, was going to have many inhibitions!
Marjorie got to her feet and lurched drunkenly. It was all she could do, she felt so hot, to keep from playing with her burning, little tits! Her pretty, almost naked body swayed so voluptuously as she steadied herself that Alan exclaimed in delight.
"Hey, that's an idea! Now that my cousin's got a few drinks under her belt – eh, if she had a belt – and lost her embarrassment at her very revealing attire, let's put on some records and dance awhile!"
"Oh, yes," purred Marjorie, swaying invitingly. "Let's put some on."
"But, let's not put anything else on," grinned Alan. "You look too good the way you are with almost nothing on!"
"Why should I put anything on? It's a warm night and I feel good this way."
"I bet you do!" smiled Alan again, and walked toward her as the music started. He extended his forearms casually as he neared her.
"C'mon, baby! Show your cousins how you dance!"
It was a slow, sensual song. Marjorie swayed to it gracefully even before Alan reached her. A look below the belt of his bathrobe revealed a conspicuous bulge that showed he was sexually excited!
"Like dancing like this?" he breathed into her hair as they danced in tight embrace. He was running his hands all over her bare back.
"Mmmm! Yes!" she murmured, and slipped her slender arms up around his neck.
His handsome face dipped close to hers and his lips brushed her cheek.
"Want me to hold you tighter?" he whispered. "Yes," she replied, throwing her belly up into him.
"Still tighter?" He prodded her belly with the hard cock under his bathrobe deliberately and obviously.
"Yes," the girl giggled. "IT you can!"
His strong body glued to hers, she reached up her face and frankly sought his lips. It wasn't a short kiss! Marjorie was the first to use her tongue. Alan then gave her the kind of "kissing" Cynthia had given her shortly before.
Cynthia laughed as she cut in. "You'd think you two had never kissed each other before!"
"Not like that, we haven't!" Marjorie sighed hotly.
The two girls took several turns dancing with Alan, sexily competing in hugging him and pressing themselves close to their aroused partner. The contact of their hot bodies, separated only by the thin cloth of the summer bathrobes (and, in Marjorie's case, only by Alan's bathrobe) was the last spark their passionate natures needed.
The next time Alan left the room for more cocktails, the girls flew happily into each other's arms.
"Mmmm!" sighed Cynthia in delight as she pulled the younger girl into her and stroked her back the way Alan had done while dancing. "You're wonderful, honey! You're getting him so hot, he doesn't know what to do!"
She urged Marjorie to do whatever she wanted with Alan and kissed the girl again and again. Marjorie's tongue responded ardently as they pressed their open mouths together.
"Kiss me, again, honey!" moaned Cynthia. "Mmmm! You love it, don't you?"
Marjorie nodded while her tongue made a playful but deep exploration of the young wife's pretty mouth.
"Start kissing Alan like that!" Cynthia whispered. "You want to have fun with men as well as girls, don't you?"
"Oh, yes, if I can!" Marjorie exclaimed. She then explained to her wanton cousin how she had found out her cunt was so unusually small. A doctor she had gone to told her it would never grow much larger and that she could never fuck men with big pricks. Although she had been only sixteen at the time, the way the doctor had examined her, keeping her completely naked during their conversation, occasionally slipping his little finger up her vagina to prove a point, convinced her he thought he had a small enough prick to do the job himself. She had finally escaped his obscene clutches, but only after promising to return each fall for another exam. She was due there in a couple of months, and this time she thought she would let the doctor prove his point with his prick! She would lie back on his examination table and let him fuck the shit out of her!
Alan soon returned and poured them all another large cocktail. Marjorie knew the liquor was fanning the fire of desire in her belly.
With gleaming eyes, Alan pulled her to her feet. His body dazzled her! She fairly threw herself against him as they started to dance once more, grinding her belly across the exciting bulge in his bathrobe which he made no attempt to conceal. She shivered deliciously. His cock seemed hard as a rock and he grinned as he boldly prodded her belly with it. Goaded by his hot kisses, Marjorie wiggled and revolved her little belly from side to side, sliding herself back and forth against Alan's stiff cock beneath the thin cloth. Cynthia urged her to keep that up and dance like she wanted to! Alan began to moan with unrestrained delight.
Grunting with sudden excitement, he ran his hot hands down her bare back and slipped them right under her loose panties! The feel of his hot fingers caressing and cupping her bare ass beneath her panties made her cry out with pleasure! She wrapped her small arms more tightly around him as they swayed to the music.
The next dance, when Cynthia was Alan's partner, the sexy wife uttered a passionate cry and wrenched her husband's bathrobe wide open. His tanned, hairy front was bared from navel to shoulders. Then, Cynthia did the same thing to her own bathrobe. Marjorie gasped as Cynthia's pair of large breasts sprang into view! Round, firm, and perfectly shaped, Cynthia's breasts were huge, lovely, pink globes that dwarfed her own little titties! Alan and Cynthia danced a long while with their naked fronts pressed together before Marjorie was allowed another dance. By that time, the couple had slipped their light bathrobes off their shoulders, letting them fall back down around them, held up only by the bathrobe belts tied around their lower middles. The weight of the robes caused their belts to slide a few inches below their navels. It couldn't have been more obvious that neither was wearing any underwear!
As Marjorie approached her tall, hairy cousin for her next dance turn, she couldn't take her eyes from his bared belly, the lower part of which was white from lack of sun, except for the dark patch of hair thinning toward his navel. His pubic hair at the lowest visible point was a thick bush! She longed to curl her fingers through it!