Chapter 7
âOh, yeah, baby! Thatâs soooo gooood! Câmon, Honey! Oh yeah! Mmmmmm! Yeah! Iâm real juicy for you! Youâre gonna love it! Get your horny little tongue up here!â I thought I was dreaming these hotly whispered words, but a sudden shaking of the bed told me otherwise. I opened my eyes blearily to see Wendy kneeling astride Harrietâs face. Her inner thighs were slick with saliva where Harriet had been licking and teasing her. Now Wendy was pulling her naked labia apart with the fingers of both hands and begging Harriet to go to work on her clit. âAaaaaagh! ThatâŚyouâŚareâŚsoâŚfuckingâŚgoooood!â Harrietâs face was now buried right up in the fork of Wendyâs thighs and her tongue was lapping furiously.
The bed shook again as Wendy began to grind her pussy voluptuously on Harrietâs face. She had scooted a pillow beneath Harrietâs head for support, and she was now tugging and rolling her own long, brown-pink nipples in her fingertips. Harrietâs finger, slick with Wendyâs pussy juices, appeared from between the girlâs thighs and plunged smoothly into her ass. âOoooooh, Harriet, Honey! You certainly know how to please me!â Wendy gasped throatily, arching her back and pushing her butt down onto the invading digit.
Ginaâs face and tousled hair emerged from under my duvet, where she had been sleeping with her face resting on my thigh, âAw fuck! Is it breakfast time already?â she murmured sleepily. âYummmm!â And she crawled across my legs towards the gyrating pair. She gently raked the inside of her sisterâs knee once with her fingernails. This was clearly a private signal between them, because Harriet immediately spread her legs, exposing her wet, dark fringed, pink gash to her sisterâs tongue.
This was no faked display for a porno movie; these chicks were really jamminâ! I looked on, stroking my hard-on, which was almost busting out of my skin. Gina broke away from her sisterâs pussy for a few moments. Her face shone with Harrietâs juices, âHey, Jon, how about we give that ukuHolo⌠thing a try?â
âukuHobongaâŚâ
âThatâs the oneâŚ!â
Gina resumed delighting Harrietâs pussy with her tongue while I spooned in behind her and slid my cock into the hot, tight slippery gap at the top of her thighs. Looking over her shoulder, I got to see the action in real time, real close-up. She held my thrusting shaft in position with the palm of her hand, so I was getting pleasurable friction on both sides of my tool.
The four of us continued our sensuous, writhing dance for the next five minutes and more until it became obvious that Harriet and Wendy were rapidly climbing to a mutually ecstatic peak. They broke away in a chorus of loud shuddering screams, leaving Gina and I to our own devices. I felt her fingers press the head of my cock up into her sheath. âThat ukuHobonga is kinda nice,â she murmured, âbut I like this a lot better!â
I pressed my body against Ginaâs back, rolling her onto her front. I moved on top of her. Her firm, resilient buns felt splendid beneath my belly. Supporting myself on my elbows, I speared her hot liquid depths with my full length. She turned her head and said, âHello,â then flexed her inner muscles three or four times, gripping my shaft in welcome.
We fucked slow and easy for a long time; totally concentrated on each other and the many subtle pleasure thrills we were able to bestow. And when we came, me first with my warm flood triggering Ginaâs release, it seemed to last and last forever.
Afterwards, we lay face to face, searching each otherâs eyes and gently caressing while our hearts slowed and the sweat cooled on our bodies. âThat was more than just fucking, wasnât it?â Gina asked softly.
âIt felt the same way to meâŚâ It was true. Iâd never felt that âconnectedâ.
âIt was wonderful; as if we melted and became one person. Iâve not experienced that beforeâŚnot even when I first lost my cherryâŚor even when Iâm balling daddyâŚâ
âWhen did you lose your cherry?â
âI was fourteen. It was at a summer party in Amanagsett. I was dressed to kill and ready to become a woman; looked at least eighteen all made up. Poor Billy, he was twenty-two, a student at Harvard, nearly had a heart attack when he found out my real age. But weâd been to bed several times by then.
âHow about you?â
âAt Oklahoma State two weeks after I arrived. She was black, a lab technician, in her early forties, married with three kids. I guess I was her last fling before she faced up to menopause. We lasted for nearly a year and she taught me more than I ever imagined.â
âShe was a good teacherâŚâ
âEvery young virgin male should have someone like Clarice⌠When was your first time with your daâŚâ
Just then, Harriet and Wendy reaching a noisy, bed-shaking, sixty-nine induced climax shattered the warm, tender moment, and I was unable to finish my question. I resolved to ask it again at a more suitable time.
Chapter 8
Wilson insisted that we play golf before we set off for NYC. I putted like a demon, but couldnât drive to save my life. So, at the end of the day I still only carded just under the hundred. Wilson wasnât much better. Gina and Harriet, in the meantime, just blobbed out, whilst Wendy set off to see if she could find her brother, her lesbian lover and their friends.
Midway through the week, Wilson informed me that, âMy girls told me youâd better get your black ass down to the beach again this weekendâŚsomethinâ to do with Wendy, but Gina wouldnât say what. Iâll be staying in Town, so youâll have them all to yourselfâŚor most likely itâll be the other way round!â
Harriet drove us to the Island in Wilsonâs car. They left me at the house as soon as we arrived, saying that they would pick me up later. It was almost an hour before I heard the beach buggy return. Gina was on her own.
Gina led me through the recreation room at the Tremaineâs to a smaller one at the rear of the complex. I noticed there was no sign that I had been bleeding all over the place just seven days before. Even the spots I had dripped on the billiard table baize when making Wendy my war prize had been cleaned away. When Gina pushed me through the door to the back room, I stopped in my tracks in fascinated horror.
Wendy was suspended, naked and spread-eagled like a starfish in mid air by chains attached to hooks and a pulley system fixed to the ceiling and walls. A black leather mask blindfolded her. Steel-toothed nipple clamps were attached to her teats. Chains attached these, in turn, to other hooks in the ceiling, pulling her breasts tautly upwards. It must have been damned painful!
âDonât worry,â Gina whispered, putting her arm around my waist and giving me a hug, âshe likes it like this.â
Just then, Harriet came into the room. She too was naked, but for high-heeled leather thigh boots, leather gloves and a leather mask. She was carrying a long, bendy, rattan cane. Her eyes glittered fiercely through the slits in her mask.
âAhhh, Miss Wendy, I see that your stud has arrived. Are you ready to be serviced.â
âYes maâam.â Wendy answered in a faint voice.