George Loomis: Three naughty girls

Sarah Bernhardt said, "There're only two things to do on a rainy day, and I don't like to play cards!" It was old Jud, wonderful old Jud, upon his elbows during a quiet moment, while Reina lay with her hand cupping his balls, looking up at him with love, while big Burt fooled around in the cute Mexicans.

Rhoda hung on Angie, kissing the girl in long, tonguing bursts of love, and Angela, her inner fires quietly, happily smoldering, got a variety of taste from the older woman's lips – after all, Rhoda had been cutting in on everyone, all this happy day.

There were three big mattresses down on the floor in the big living room; they had all been able to roll and twist and cavort at the same time, in the same room.

Corrie, lying on her belly, chin on her forearms legs spread so that Sid could keep his hand burrowed deep in her flowing cunt, was smiling. She had regretted their leaving, wishing for more sex, and she had had it – was still having it. Sid's cock had crept out of its nesting place in his lap; it's red head was showing, nodding, swelling. Soon he would bury it in that smooth pussy, and Angela knew how wonderful it would be for her sister.

Cocks and cunts! Three of one, four of the other. She suddenly felt the sharpness of desire run through her, touching her breasts, her belly, burning deep inside, in the dark heat of her vagina, in her bowels, still achingly happy from the night with Sid and Burt.

She became conscious that Jud was looking at her, his face bearing a satyr's grin. She had not noticed, but Burt had rolled Reina over on her back, and she was straining to get her cunt stretched over the head of his shining cock. Jud had been watching that his fatherly hand was helping the girl hold her cuntlips apart.

Sid had moved, too, we kneeling between Coralee's leg as she still lay on her belly, and he was dropping saliva into the crack of her ass. Cunt or asshole? Who cared? It was lovely.

Angela's heart picked up on a faster beat; she felt the itch of love flame up around her clit, in the flowing red channel that was partially covered by her hairy outer lips; her lips felt numb for a second and then, all at once, they were full of rushing blood and alive with desire.

Jud was moving at her on hands and knees. His cock was hard and red, shiny with the spit and cum-juice of every girl in the room except Angie. Rhoda, at her ear, whispered: "Lie back, baby! That's a one-hour hard-on!" The wonderful – woman eased the girl down, putting a pillow under her head, brushing the long blonde hair back from her face.

"I saved you for last, Angie," Jud whispered. He looked at his wife with a look of the utmost love, and she leaned across the girl to kiss him, long and deep.

With care and love, she held Angie's cunt open very wide. Angie could picture it; she had so much wonderful experience, so many lovely, hard pricks in it. So many tongues, too, and fingers, probing gently, demandingly, wildly, brutally.

Rhoda's tile were just above her as the woman kept the lips of her pussy open, her loving touch a complement to the hard stretch as Jud pushed in, a little at a time. Sloshy with her own cum, and Sid's and Burt's, slicked by the tongues of all of them, she was still tight. Jud's pressure was a deep knot of pain, about to burst inside her.

She could reach Rhoda's breasts, and she sucked hard on one of them, hearing her friend groan in pleasure. She tried to say: "I feel the juice pumping out, Jud! I feel you stirring up my womb! My blood is beating around your cock!"

But she could not do any more than make dumb sounds, for a prick had been shoved into her open mouth. Through eyes glazed over with the fever of coming release, she saw it was big Burt kneeling by her head, giving her his cock.

And there were two sets of lips, sucking at her tits – what had become of Rhoda? No need to hold her ant open now; Jud was in deep and fucking hard and rhythmically. But, beside the two mouths sucking her breasts, someone we busy at her neck and throat and under her arms, kissing and licking, and there we certainly one of her friends, busy and tender, slowly prying into her asshole.

All of them! It was too sweet. Tears squeezed out from her closed eyelids, a knot formed in her throat, squeezing Burt's cock so that he began to fuck harder.

All of them, doing this for her! She would never forget – never, never, never!

Everything in her began to explode into dazzling heat and light as all of her seemed to take fire.

Quietly at first, then, rippling like a captive snake, she began to come. In love and heat and crazy, quivering undulations of her body, she was coming. All over. And still coming.

It was not an end to a holiday in heat. It was a beginning.