Agnes Amour: Daughters That Swap

He knew she was on the brink of orgasm again. Not quite there, but hanging on the very edge of it. Her fully developed tits heaved and danced on her chest wildly, her fingers twisted crazily in his hair.

Her head stopped its flailing and tensed as she arched her back, the cords in her neck standing out like steel tendons. Her face contorted, and a. low guttural scream rumbled deep in her throat, choked off at the last moment by a long soulful gasp that reminded him of a piteously dying young doe who was enjoying dying.

"Ahhhhhhh!”

Sue Belle felt as though she were losing her in-sides as the fluid of her orgasm started deep in her belly and caused an overabundance of love juice to gush out with a roar around Billy's still thrashing tongue and onto his face.

She could feel it running wetly down the crevice of her buttocks, around the finger still worming hotly around in her anus, and down to the covers below.

She gave one last great gasp and collapsed down onto the mattress, dropping her legs like heavy weights of lead to each side of his body.

She could not move, the world and everything around her was a big glowing ember, the charred fragment of the nerve-shattering explosion that had been her orgasm.

Lying absolutely immobile, her arms and legs splayed out uselessly like a rag doll's, on either side, Sue was speechless for the first time since the lovemaking had started. Billy Earle lay still also, with his head pillowed in the wet softness of the sparsely curling pubic hair between her legs.

They panted out their exhaustion together for a long moment, and Billy crawled closer to her and pressed his open mouth over hers.

Sue could feel and taste the wetness and intensity of her orgasm on his cheeks and lips and thrust her tongue deep in his mouth in a wordless gesture of thanks for the incredible gift he had just given her.

She felt completely exhausted, washed out now. Her passion subsiding, the hunger pains returned to gnaw at her insides.

"Billy," she managed to say, when he took his lips from hers, "Do you think we could get something to eat?”

"Yeah,” he said, "I suppose so. Are you hungry?”

"Oh, Billy, I'm so hungry I can't even think about anything else.”

"Little gal, we better feed you-there's lots more I want you to think about before this day is over.”

And feed her he did. Sue Belle, dressed in a pair of Billy's jeans and a shirt that hung down hiding the overlapping jeans, didn't care whether or not people looked at her. She ate with relish, thanking her lucky stars she had found Billy Earle.

They ate at an old eating house on West Broad and Mike, the owner, made Sue Belie welcome. After the meal he invited the two down to the pub in the basement to hear Big Bob, a man Billy Earle knew. Big Bob was entertaining between gigs.

Mike said, "Every time Big Bob comes to town he always plays a few nights here. My crowd loves him.”

And so did Sue Belle.

She immediately fell in love with the greying-templed performer. He stood almost as tall as Mike, and his face was tanned, not artificially, but from days of sitting on a lake somewhere fishing. He reminded her so much of the man her mother had described to her as her daddy. Could it be, she wondered. Perhaps.

After his set Big Bob left the small stage and walked to the small bar tucked away in a corner of the cellar pub. Sue insisted that Billy take her in and introduce her.

When the Big man smiled warmly down at her, Sue felt herself grow dizzy. She wavered slightly, grabbing at the big man's arm. He took her and held her to her feet, but not before Sue felt his hand touch briefly her braless tits beneath the oversized shirt. "Hell, little girl, you almost fainted. I never had a woman fall at my feet before.”

Sue smiled weakly and said, "I don't feel too well. But I did so want to meet you.”

"Tell you what," he said. "I’m gonna cut a record tomorrow, so," turning to Billy, "you take this little girl home and let her get some rest, then tomorrow pick her up and bring her over to Priest. Hell, Billy why don't you sit in with me. I need some more good guitar in the background.”

"Right on," Billy replied. After saying goodbye to Mike, Billy took her outside to the cab Mike had called for them. "You got any clothes anywhere, Sue Belle?”

"All I own are those dirty things I was wearing," Sue apologized.

"She-it," Billy stammered. "Reckon we better get you something to wear.”

Later, after a shopping spree in an all-night clothing store, Billy and Sue were lying on the bed in the motel. Sue wore nothing, but Billy had kept his jockey shorts on.

Curiosity getting the best of her, Sue Belle asked, "Why do you always wear your shorts when you're in bed with me?”

Even in the dimness of the motel room Sue could see the flush that crept over Billy's body. He stammered, starting to say something, but instead he arose from the bed and poured himself a straight water glass of whiskey. After he downed it he turned back toward Sue. "I'll tell you something, little girl." He had lost his jovial mood and was now very serious. "Ever since I was little, I've been different. I, well, uh… I ain't much of a man.”

"You're man enough to get me all worked up and crawly," Sue offered.

"I don't mean it that way. I mean, well, I mean, I… my cock isn't big enough for anything. She-it! It ain't hardly big enough to pee through, let along fuck with. Here," he fumbled with the waistband of his jockey shorts, "I'll show you." He pulled down his shorts and held his penis between his two fingers. "Look at this little old thing, I mean just take a gander at it.”

Sue looked at it. She could hardly make it out as he held it between his fingers. "Come over here closer, Billy Earle.”

The lanky picker walked over to where Sue had raised herself to a sitting position on the side of the bed.

"Let me see it closer." She reached out and took the small organ from his fingers. It felt like a large worm to her. Pulling on it, which caused Billy Earle to move closer to her, Sue placed a wet kiss on the small object.

"Don't make fun of me," Billy said.

Sue detected the desperation in his voice. She raised her head up toward him. "I ain't making fun, Billy. I know you must feel awful about it, but heck, you got me all worked up and you did make me come. And," she grinned, "I don't suppose Fin the only girl you've ever been with.”

Billy smiled slightly, but still nervous, "She-it!" he said, using his favorite expression. "I been with a lot of women. They don't call me the 'Nashville Tongue' for nothing. Hell, I've been told many times that I got an educated tongue, and I do know how to use it.”

"Hey, I'll go along with that," Sue agreed. She continued to fondle the small appendage, marveling at the fact that it was becoming hard. She watched as it stiffened and grew rigid under her manipulations. Yet, even when it was near the bursting point it was no bigger around than her ring finger and only as long as her little finger.

Fascinated by the absurdity of it, she leaned forward and took it in her mouth. The sharp pungent taste and odor caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare slightly. Her hands dropped to the base of his pubic area and she cupped his soft, smooth, small testicles gently with one of them, grazing her nails tantalizingly over the hairy, flaccid flesh.

The other hand encircled his body and rested on his bare asscheek.

She could feel the hardness of the small cock as it rubbed against the roof of her mouth. She closed her eyes and rolled her tongue around the small nubbin.

"Oh, honey,” Billy said, "Your mouth feels so nice. It's the first time anyone has ever done this tome.”

Sue moaned slightly as he began a slow rhythmic undulation of his hips up into her face.