Kitty and I delivered Mary Lou to the waiting Lena and watched them drive away, smiling and waving. At the last minute, Mary Lou had given me a long kiss and reminded me that she wanted a return engagement with the instrument of her defloration. I promised it would be available whenever we could arrange it and Lena suggested that we make it a threesome, an idea to which I offered no objections.
"I'm glad you're not a bigot," Kitty commented, settling back in the car seat and watching her skirt slide high on the sleek beauty of her thighs. "I wish Mary Lou was my sister."
"Why don't I just adopt the two of you?" I laughed. "I'm sure the court would agree, once we demonstrated our sexual affinity."
Having skipped breakfast, we made up for it by stopping at a sprawling motel with an inviting restaurant where a miniskirted waitress accepted our orders and gave me a suspicious glare.
"She thinks I'm a dirty old man," I said to Kitty after the girl had switched her attractive bottom toward the kitchen. "I've brought you here to take advantage of your innocence and purity."
Kitty suppressed a giggle. "The truth is, I'm a dirty young girl who is trying her damnedest to lose her innocence!" She leaned over the table, her eyes narrowed. "Why don't you just rape me, Uncle Steve?"
"Rape you?"
"You'd be doing me a favor," she nodded solemnly. "You can't realize how awful it is to want something so much, yet be afraid of actually doing it."
I shook my head vigorously. "It might spoil everything. A girl should be perfectly willing the first time."
"I am willing, damn it!" she exclaimed. "I'm just scared!"
Our food arrived and we ate in comparative silence, aware of the sudden tension that had erupted between us. Over coffee, I made a suggestion.
"Why don't we spend the day here?" I asked. "That swimming pool looked very inviting. We could pick up a couple of suits, spend the night and drive back in the morning."
She brightened almost immediately. I gave her a couple of twenties and sent her off to the little sports shop near the office and I signaled the waitress for another coffee.
She waggled over and tipped the glass pot over my cup, making sure her thigh made firm contact with my elbow. She shook her auburn waves in a chiding gesture.
"Why don't you pick on somebody your own age?" she demanded quietly. For the first time I noticed that the uniform covered an outstanding pair of breasts obviously un-brassiered.
"Somebody like you?" I asked, rubbing my elbow against the warm firmness of that bold thigh. She countered by moving her hips and, for one delightful moment I was pressing the hollow just below her crotch. She pretended to fuss with the items on the table but her face was flushed with excitement.
"I go off duty in twenty minutes," she said hurriedly. "But I room here."
"We'll be in the pool," I told her. "Why don't you join us? We might have some fun."
Her brown eyes met mine in a direct challenge. "Are you afraid of variety?"
I gave her a tight smile. "Baby," I drawled, "I live on spice."
She made a production out of walking away, the buttocks twitching an invitation that made my cock start growing at the prospect of a new acquaintance. I wasn't sure how Kitty would react to the idea. But, since she hadn't objected to anything else I had suggested, I figured she would accept this one with equal willingness.
The waitress managed another quick stop at my table. "My name is Wilma," she whispered. "Wilma Bartlett."
"Steve," I responded. "Steve Grammer."
"Who's the blonde?"
"Believe it or not," I countered, "she's my niece. But, she's a very understanding her girl. You'll like."
Wilma's eyes narrowed. "I like her already, if you know what I mean."
I held her gaze. "You swing both ways?"
"Like a pendulum!" she smiled, wiggling away again. I sat there digesting the information. The day seemed suddenly full of promise. Even the coffee tasted better.
Kitty came back with a loosely held bag and slipped into the chair opposite me, grinning happily. I nodded toward the package.
"I'll bet you ended up with two stamps and a band-aid!"
"Almost!" she giggled. "I saw you talking with that waitress."
"She has her eye on you," I informed her. "Do you mind?"
The blonde hair swirled in a quick wagging. "Not if you don't! Is she gonna let you…?"
"Don't worry about Uncle Steve," I answered. "One of you can take care of me."
We made our way to the cashier's cage and I paid the check. Then I registered at the desk and picked up the key while Kitty waited in the car.
Once inside the luxuriously furnished room, she threw her arms about my neck and gave me a juicy kiss that sent my blood pressure up several notches. Then she threw my newly purchased trunks onto the bed, grabbed the bag and disappeared into the bathroom.
I stripped to the buff and stepped into the snugfitting trunks, noting that my cock and balls were vividly outlined by the tight fit. What the hell! Maybe the sight would get Wilma more steamed up than she already was.
Kitty came slinking out of the bath and I gave a low whistle of admiration. The narrow cups of the halter just captured the prominent nipples of her creamy breasts and the skimpy bikini dipped dangerously close to the pouting mound of her cunt, permitting a few stray blonde curls to peep over the curving band.
She turned about, displaying the rosy cheeks of her cute little ass, the vertical strip of the bikini hidden in the crease of her buttocks. The outfit was obscene… and beautiful!
"Like it?" she asked, staring at the growing lump of my crotch; "Is that your way of showing appreciation?"
"Wilma will eat you alive when she sees that out fit," I promised. "And if she doesn't, I will! You are absolutely delicious looking!"
She moved against me, encircling my waist with one arm and cupping my swelling cock with the other hand. "I wouldn't mind a little bite of that!" she whispered, opening her mouth for my kiss and spreading her legs as I ran my fingers along the cloth covered lips of her inviting pussy. Her tongue carried her honey taste car back in my throat as she moved against me, whimpering in mounting desire.
"Come on, baby," I said in a husky voice, when we came up for air. "The sooner we get better acquainted with Wilma, the sooner we can get on with what we're both thinking about."
She drew back, frowning slightly. "I'll be jealous," she admitted. "I want you to do it to me! But I'm still scared. I'll enjoy watching you screw her. But I'll be jealous!"
I swatted Kitty's rump toward the door and picked up the phone, asking for Room Service. I ordered a fifth of scotch and a bucket of ice, telling them to add it to my bill and leave it in the room. Then I followed Kitty out to the pool.
Wilma was already there, stretched out in a lounge chair chattering away with Kitty as though they had known each other for years. I took my time approaching, running my eyes up and down that gorgeous body.
The uniform had done a swell job of hiding all those mouth-watering curves. The only two features I had been sure of were the face and the breasts. The bikini she wore now, almost as daring as Kitty's, left nothing to the imagination.
Her breasts, even with the tightening effect of her position, were thrusting mounds of creamy invitation and the bronzed legs were sleek and lightly muscled, ready to wrap themselves about a man's hips and pull him into that high riding slit that was outlined by the clinging fabric.
She saw me and gave a wave of welcome, her eyes dropping to examine my trunks and widening in surprised pleasure. She made a remark to Kitty and I came into hearing distance just in time to hear the answer.
"Nine inches!"
Long lashes blinked at me and warm fingers brushed lightly upward along my naked thigh, drawing lazy circles with the sharp nails. Her voice was soft and laced with desire.
"Do you two really want to swim right now?"
I looked at Kitty and she blushed, refusing to meet my gaze.
"How about it, baby?" I demanded. "We've got the whole day ahead of us."
I saw Kitty's thighs tighten with desire. "Didn't you order something to drink?" she asked.
It was answer enough. I took Wilma's hand and she rose to her feet, hips swaying as the three of us made our way back to the room. I followed them inside and locked the door, leaning against it and feasting my eyes on the two lovely bodies.
Kitty wiggled over to the freshly arrived bottle and deftly placed three ice cubes in each of three glasses, then filled them to the brim with whiskey. Holding our drinks, we raised them in a joint salute before drinking. The scotch slid down like velvet, then exploded in a gentle heat wave somewhere in the vicinity of my navel.
With the directness of youth, Kitty asked, "How old are you, Wilma?"
"Nineteen," she answered easily. "And I'll guess you at sixteen."
"Close enough," Kitty grinned. "Did Uncle Steve tell you I was still a virgin?"
Wilma's mouth flew open. "You've got to be kidding! With a body like that?"
"It's only temporary," I interjected. "Kitty has a certain fear that she hasn't yet overcome. We're working on it."
"I hope you're not afraid of anything else," Wilma said hopefully, her eyes drifting down to the bulge of Kitty's cunt.
"Don't mind me, girls," I said, dropping into a convenient chair. "You might as well get out of those damn suits. You're both dying to!"
Wilma walked over and plunked her drink down on the floor beside my chair, then lowered her delightfully curved rear onto my lap, squeezing her big tits against me and shoving her wet mouth over mine.
Kitty was in for a treat! I found that out when Wilma turned the voltage up on the kiss. Her lips moved in a continuous massage and her tongue managed to be everywhere at once, dancing between my teeth and probing like a curious eel. While my hand slipped the halter down and fondled a firmnippled tit, I decided that she would also deliver one hell of a blow job if she wrapped those lips about my cock.
When we finally pulled apart, she was panting and she welcomed the pressure of my lips on the aroused nipple. I nibbled with my teeth and polished the spongy tip with swift flicks of my tongue until she moaned and spread her thighs for the fingers that crept upward toward her waiting mound.
Kitty had used the time wisely, stripping off the swim suit and sitting on the edge of the bed watching our amatory pursuits. Gently, I urged Wilma upward.
"Let me watch," I said quietly. "For a while."
She stood looking down at me, unfastening the halter and baring both breasts, bold and high, the nipples dark and tilted. "You're not gonna chicken out!" she said softly. I shook my head.
"Honey!" I promised. "I'm gonna fuck you silly!"
She turned toward the bed, drinking in the beauty of Kitty's nakedness, her eyes staring hungrily at the narrow crease of the silk-fringed pussy. Slowly, as if moving to some unheard musical beat, she slipped the bikini down and gave me a delightful view of her trim ass, the cheeks high and firm, the thighs quivering only slightly as she stepped out of the flimsy garment and stood motionless, waiting for our comment.
"Wow!" was Kitty's hissed exclamation. "Will you look at that!"
Wilma turned toward me, the big tits shivering as she twisted her torso first, then pivoted the flaring hips to bring the bushy triangle of her cunt into view, spreading her legs to part the lips of that inviting valley.
"Christ!" I whispered. I had heard of such things and written about them, but this was my first encounter with the actuality. From the membranous trough, just above her vaginal lips, her clitoris thrust outward like a miniature prick, an engorged finger of swollen flesh I estimated at more than two inches in length and thicker than my thumb.
With the preputial fold drawn back to expose the throbbing tip, its expanded girth needing only that tiny slit to complete its resemblance to a stiffened cock, the clitoris rose and fell with the internal flexing of the girl's aroused cunt.
She turned those narrowed eyes to Kitty. "Think you can handle this, honey?" she whispered, sliding her hand upward along one smooth thigh until her forefinger could flick gently at the thrusting organ.
Kitty's face was a mask of indecision, her lips working with a mixture of desire and fear, the dainty tongue circling in a slow moistening. Her thighs moved together, closing the gateway into that delicious little pussy, quivered and parted again. She held out her arms and gave a little gasp, lowering her torso onto the bed as Wilma approached her.
"Get up on the bed, honey," Wilma instructed. "And let's put a couple of pillows under that sweet little bottom." She waited as Kitty moved eagerly to the center of the bed, tugging the pillows down and elevating her hips as she stuffed the fluffy rectangles beneath her, lifting the virginal slit into an inviting position.
I expected Wilma to mount her immediately. Instead, she climbed into a voluptuous crouch between Kitty's knees, lowering her face to that delectable crotch and running her tongue from bottom to top of the plump-lipped groove, causing Kitty's thighs to quiver and her face to contort with desire.
"Oh, yes!" Kitty groaned, gripping the bed with outstretched hands. "Lick me! Lick my pussy! Your tongue feels so good!"
Wilma didn't seem to need the encouragement. Her tongue raced up and down, waggling from side to side and boring into the membranous cuntal lips before proceeding upward to lash the protruding button of the girl's engorged clitoris. Compared to Wilma's, Kitty's clit was almost nonexistent, but the flicking of that hot tongue across its reddened tip sent her ass into a furious writhing that crushed her cunt against Wilma's hungry mouth.
Watching Wilma eat that delicious young pussy was causing my cock to rear painfully inside the swim trunks, and I relinquished my drink long enough to strip them off, letting the swollen prong swing free, its head already wet with slippery fluid. I gulped down the remaining whiskey and walked over to the bed, settling my bottom alongside Kitty's blonde head and listening to Wilma's noisy slurpings as she sucked and tongued the tasty cunt.
"Feel good, baby?" I asked softly and the long lashed eyes blinked open to stare at my cock.
"Oh, God! Yes!" she whimpered. Her ass jerked as Wilma made a series of rapid thrusts with her skillful tongue. She moved her head suggestively. "Let me suck it, Uncle Steve! Please!"
It was tempting. But I had another idea. I shifted my hips and gripped my cock with one hand, guiding it within reach of those moist red lips.
She opened her mouth wide, expecting me to insert the head, and her tongue poised, wet and glistening. Instead, I drew the tip through the widened membranes, letting her lick the slippery tip before withdrawing it to squeeze another blob of the clear semen from the reddened slit.
She closed her mouth, savoring the taste of my prick and swallowing the mixture of saliva and jism, then pursed her lips invitingly as I repeated the gesture, rubbing the head against her thrusting tongue and feeling the soft lips nibble at the sensitive glans. She whimpered her desire and pleasure and I milked another pearly drop of fluid upward with a movement of my encircling fingers, watching her eyes close in sensual abandon as she claimed it.
Wilma raised her lovely face, her lips smeared with the copious fluids she had drawn from Kitty's pussy. She stared wide-eyed at my cock, her tongue licking slowly and excitingly, like a child gathering the frosting from a spoon.
"You're a real stud!" she whispered. "There's enough there for both of us to suck!"
She moved upward, making sure that the nipple of one breast dragged through Kitty's slit, making the girl's ass quiver in response. I touched her shoulder.
"Let me see that!" I urged. "Do it again!"
Willingly, she balanced herself with one hand and used the other to manipulate the big tit until the swollen nipple sank into the slippery lips of Kitty's pussy. Then she moved it in a slow circling, rubbing the spongy finger against the nerve laden flesh until Kitty was moaning with excitement and pushing her ass even higher.
"You're gonna… make… me… come!" she wailed.
"That's the idea, honey!" Wilma assured her, pressing the nipple more firmly into the writhing slit and using one finger to massage the throbbing clitoris. "Come for Wilma!"
Kitty's whole body convulsed with the forceful spasms of her climax and the juicy membranes shivered and tightened about the caressing nipple as Wilma moved it with consummate skill, waiting until the writhing ass relaxed before withdrawing it, wet and glistening with the girl's juices.
"You enjoyed that," I said, staring into Wilma's narrowed eyes. "Didn't you?"
"Honey," she answered huskily. "I enjoy it any way it can be done."
She moved upward, suspending her voluptuous nakedness above Kitty's arched body, the quivering spear of her enlarged clitoris aimed directly at the cream-slickened lips of the girl's pussy. Slowly, almost reverently, she lowered her magnificent hips, inserting the miniature cock between the quivering folds.
Kitty's legs stiffened and she gasped, her thighs clamping Wilma's hips and her hands flashing to grip the resilient mounds of the hovering breasts, pushing upward as she felt the engorged organ penetrate her aroused cunt.
"Noooooo!" she wailed. Then her cry was cut short by Wilma's mouth fastening over the parted lips. The older girl's buttocks tightened and she forced the pulsating clitoris into the clenching resistance, boring with a determined grinding of her ass that wormed the hot stiffness about between the sensitive labial folds.
Kitty's hands withdrew from between their bodies and went about Wilma's neck. Her legs climbed slowly upward to twine about the undulating waist and her ass screwed in a slow, sensuous circling, working her pussy about the throbbing insertion.
With my cock thumping against my belly in excitement, I moved down to where I could see between Wilma's legs, past the dripping jaws of her own cunt, to watch that improbable clitoris slide in and out of Kitty's spasming slit.
So far as Kitty was concerned, she was being fucked. Wilma's clit was thick enough to friction those labial nerves with every stroke and long enough to provide that delicious sliding with which her ass was cooperating by grinding the assaulted pussy about its pistoning visitor.
I could only imagine Wilma's enjoyment. To some extent, the clitoris is comparable to the male cock, but it is infinitely more sensitive, particularly in those women who are uninhibited by convention. The almost convulsive movement of Wilma's body as she pumped in and out of Kitty's pussy told me she was receiving a thrill similar to that I felt just before orgasm, when my prick was ramming, hard and fast, through the spasming heat and wetness of a responsive cunt.
I scrambled back to my original position and got their attention by rubbing the head of my cock against their cheeks. They broke that torrid kiss and their heads rolled toward me, two wet-lipped mouths offering targets for my phallic spear. I pressed the throbbing glans into the exact center, feeling both tongues lave me with exciting licking and both pairs of warm lips close about me, moving in a caressing that wrenched a groan of pleasure from my own straining lips.
Either one of them would have sucked me off, or I could have let them share the rapidly building load by simply blasting it into their mouths as they joined about the head of my prick. But I wanted to plunge the pulsating shaft into something that would surround it completely and tightly. It was more than the orgasm I sought. I wanted to fuck!
Quickly, panting with urgency, I drew my saliva coated cock from their oral embrace and moved to a kneeling position between Wilma's flexing thighs, increasing their angle by spreading my knees against hers.
Beneath me, moving with the continued pumping of her hips, two inviting targets presented themselves. Between the flawless cheeks of her bottom, the tiny brown circlet of her ass winked at my throbbing cock. Farther down, its lips parted by the angle of her shapely legs, her pussy quivered with the tugging of that pistoning clitoris.
Wilma felt my hips descend and she buried the engorged finger in Kitty's slit, bracing herself for my entry. I inserted the swollen head between the cream slickened labia and forced the thick shaft into her cunt.
"Uuuunnnnnhhhhh!" she moaned, her body straining as my prick bored through the clenching vaginal walls, stretching them into a dancing circle of hot wetness, driving deeper and deeper into the delicious depths.
My entry had expanded her clitoris still more and was tugging it against Kitty's vaginal entrance, increasing her pleasure until she gave a choked cry and screwed her ass up in a fluttering circling of ecstatic climax just as I hilted my cock in Wilma and my heavy balls pressed their warm globes against Kitty's ass.
I held my prick, planted in that tight embrace, feeling it convulse about me as Wilma responded to Kitty's cuntal spasms about her inserted clitoris, and I had to fight my own urge to spill my boiling load into that delightful pussy.
"Damn!" Wilma groaned, when Kitty's spasms finally subsided. "You're big!" She flexed her vagina about my cock as if to accent her compliment and I rewarded her by jabbing the head against her womb, making her grunt and forcing her clit a little deeper into Kitty's slit.
Over Wilma's shoulder, Kitty's perspiring face stared up into mine, her lips twisting in passionate response to the sensations flooding her young body.
"I can feel you, too!" she whispered wildly. "Ohhhhhhh! It's so good!"
It was all I needed to unleash the savage need that clenched my guts into a knot of demanding passion. My hips raised, dragging my engorged cock back through the slippery tissues of Wilma's cunt, making her ass jerk and writhe as the waves of mounting pleasure washed through her belly. My movement pulled the clitoris upward and Kitty moaned her own delight as the new caress of her hungry vaginal lips.
I settled down to a steady rhythm, driving in and out of Wilma's juicy orifice with full length strokes, pumping the prick to her with powerful thrusts, each one sliding her swollen clitoris through Kitty's excited grip and causing the girl's ass to jerk and quiver beneath us.
Wilma was able to move her hips only slightly, for she was determined to keep her clit in Kitty's cunt. But she was free to exercise those vaginal muscles and she used them to massage my cock as it slid in and out, probing her torrid depths with each forceful shove.
Kitty came again, crying out in her ecstasy and wriggling her ass to increase the contact of exploding cunt and sliding clitoris. The tightening of her pussy brought Wilma to a groaning, whimpering peak and I fucked her with savage thrusts until my own pleasure ignited the bomb of my orgasm and my semen spurted deep in the shuddering, squeezing channel of her climaxing cunt.
A little later, with a fresh round of drinks, we relaxed and discussed the unprecedented union. Kitty was still a little awkward, but willingly admitted that she had never experienced such a powerful orgasm as Wilma's clit had evoked. She looked at me apologetically as she said it. Wilma saw the glance and filled the conversational gap.
"That's only natural, honey. I've done it with a lot of girls who have never been with a man. They get their kicks by letting another girl eat them. But once I slide my clit in there, they really go ape!"
Kitty blushed, but forced her answer out. "I wanted you to go deeper!"
"Wait till Steve works on you, honey," Wilma grinned. "He'll give you all you want!"
"If I just wasn't so scared!" Kitty complained. "I knew you couldn't go past a certain point. But Uncle Steve's thing is so long!"
I reached over and patted her thigh. "Stop worrying about it, baby," I said gently. "We'll figure out some way."
Wilma polished off her drink and stretched out on the rug, on her stomach, leaning over my limp tool and blowing her warm breath against the still damp head.
"Careful!" I said teasingly. "You may start a fire!"
"That's the idea, honey," she grinned, flicking her tongue against the drooping head. Then, using the oral muscle as a shovel, she scooped my cock into her mouth and rolled it about in the warm bath of her saliva, curling her tongue in sliding caresses that brought me to a speedy erection which she sucked with noisy slurpings and rapid bobbings of her head.
She would have finished me off in that enjoyable manner, but I forced her upward by grabbing her delicately shaped ears and pulling her lips up my shaft until it escaped their vacuuming with a wet plopping sound.
Willingly, she let me tumble her onto her back and her long legs spread for my mounting, the enlarged clitoris throbbing above the inviting lips of her slippery cunt. My prick speared the waiting slit and I drove all nine inches into her with one powerful thrust, making her cry out and wrap those shapely legs about my waist as my pubic bone slammed down against the throbbing clit.
I slipped my arms beneath her and gripped her wriggling ass with both hands, lifting her cunt from the steady pistoning of my engorged cock, each stroke sawing that sensitive finger as I fucked her with grunting shoves, boring through the hot slimy tissues to jab the head of my prick against her excited womb, filling her until she moaned with the pressure and cried out with the ecstasy of that constant frictioning. It was over before either of us wanted it to end, and I shot my thick cream into the convulsing mouth of her exploding womb.
For perhaps the ten thousandth time in my life, I envied the ability of the female to copulate almost constantly, gliding from one climax to the next without appreciable pause. I sat nursing my drink and willing my flaccid cock into a new erection while Wilma humped her way to yet another ecstatic climax between Kitty's quivering, jerking thighs.
When she rolled off, panting with excitement and effort, I remarked about the physiological differences and she gave me an impish grin.
"I know a way to get it up in a hurry," she assured me. "If you'll cooperate."
"I'm noted for cooperation," I supplied. "And experimentation. What do I do?"
She issued instruction with a swiftness that betrayed her excitement and Kitty hastened to obey, eager to share in any activity which would bring on another series of vaginal spasms such as she had just enjoyed.
Kitty perched on the edge of the bed, her velvet thighs parted, and I knelt before her, grinning at the way she shoved her pussy forward as I leaned over to drag my tongue through the moist furrow. She grabbed my head and pushed my face against her crotch, urging me to drive my tongue into that pulsating slit, an act which I performed with an avid thrust that made her gasp with happiness.
The taste of her tart juices filled my mouth and I sucked the slippery folds between my teeth, nibbling their soft flesh as my tongue slithered in and out of the pulsating orifice.
I sensed Wilma behind me before I felt her soft lips on my back, trailing wet kisses downward until her mouth was pressing my buttocks, caressing and warm. Her hands parted the cheeks of my ass and she licked slowly through the anal crevice until her tongue was jabbing the striated circle of my asshole.
I arched my waist and shoved my rear up and back, inviting the thrust of that hot wet tongue, forcing my sphincter to relax as she pressed her greedy mouth more firmly about the anal opening. Then I was groaning my pleasure into Kitty's flexing pussy as the tongue bored through the constricted tissue and wriggled its tip inside the nerve-laced canal.
My own tongue danced inside Kitty's undulating vagina and I gulped the intoxicating juices my oral caresses extracted from that grinding sleeve. Her thighs clamped my ears, but I could still hear her frantic cries as she worked her way toward a spasming climax by rotating that delicious cunt against my busily sucking mouth.
Wilma's tongue fluttered and pistoned in my bottom, stroking through the sensitive lips with determined and knowing thrusts. Her mouth tightened its wet contact and I felt the indescribable ecstasy as she sucked me, knotting my guts with the ecstasy of that combined friction and hot vacuum.
Then, almost too quick for me to interpret the movement, she withdrew her probing tongue and shoved her extraordinary cunt against my tail. I felt the sweet hot thrill of entry as she inserted that miniature penis into the saliva slickened circle and shoved her clitoris up my ass.
Wilma's arms went about my waist and one hand wrapped warm fingers about my stiffening cock, stroking it in time with the slide of her engorged clit in and out of my clenching anus. Had she been any larger, the frictioning would have been almost painful, for she was hunching with a savagery that banged her soft belly against my buttocks and pressed the wet, rubbery lips of her cunt against my dangling balls. I flexed my sphincter about the driving clit, squeezing the delicate organ until she groaned with the pressure, her fist frigging my tool with steady pumping.
I was busily licking Kitty's deliciously flowing cunt, nibbling at her love bud and sucking the entire cuntal opening into my mouth, my hands clutching her writhing buttocks while she tugged at my hair, urging me to greater efforts as her pussy erupted in repeated climaxes.
Behind me, Wilma gave a gurgling gasp and shoved that throbbing finger into me as far as she could cram it. Instinctively, I squeezed and relaxed, squeezed and relaxed, adding to the ecstasy of her orgasm by the alternating pressure of my flexing anus about her engorged clit.
When I was certain her orgasmic shudders had ended, I forced myself free from Kitty's grip and pushed Wilma from her clinging position, feeling the softening clitoris slip from my ass with a slithering sensation. Tugging at her arm, I guided her until, she was seated beside Kitty, leaning over with her cheek resting on the girl's belly, her lips just above the silk-fringed slit.
Moving forward, I pressed the shaft of my cock against Kitty's juicy cunt, sliding the throbbing head upward and forward until it was claimed by Wilma's eager lips. She met the entering tip with flashing tongue, swirling the wet muscle about it before relaxing the barrier and letting me shove my rampant spear far back into her greedy mouth.
Her lips tightened and her cheeks hollowed, sucking me with a hunger that sent the hot thrills racing back through my balls as they rolled and rubbed through Kitty's slimy trench.
Four willing hands secured me, pressing my hardness and guiding it as I stroked in and out of Wilma's mouth, forcing the head of my prick over her tongue and sliding past the yielding softness of her palate.
She was an expert. Relaxing her throat, she took the head far back in that hot area where the tissues could grip it in slippery squeezings. Then, as I pulled it back, her tongue swirled and licked until I was groaning with the pleasure of her skillful mouthings.
Kitty was getting her share of the fun, for my cock was sliding back and forth over the delicate lips of her vagina, held tightly against them by their combined fingers.
"Suck it, baby!" I groaned, hunching faster. "I'm gonna shoot!"
Wilma's nasal whimper told me she was ready, but it was the increased suction that brought my semen spurting into her slurping mouth, caught by her flailing tongue before she gulped it down and drew my spitting cock far back in her throat where the convulsing muscles could drain the jerking hardness of the last delicious drop of thick sperm.