John Douglas - Wild cherry

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.