Morris DeCat - Sweet Virgin_s Caress

"Why don't you think it over for a few minutes," she said before he could get in his "but."

She moved to the end of the room, and out into an enclosed veranda. He looked down at the rise of his tool, and then over at the twins, seeing that Alma's sweater. had been pulled down, and that Alex's pants had been fastened. They continued to work at the projector, putting the film back on its reel.

The job seemed like a dream come true, and the only question was one that he had had before, which was being away from Donna, with whom he had been the last year. But they had discussed it, and she had been agreeable. He looked down toward the veranda, and saw movement in a large mirror in a standing frame. Then he realized that he was seeing Kelly's shapely leg as she slipped it out of the white velvet slacks. She straightened, and was centered in the mirror, wearing only the short-sleeved pullover top. He saw her fluff her hair as she looked appraisingly at her reflection.

The top came to her full hips, and he moved his eyes over them, and down to her ebony nest, noting the heart-shape the shallow at the center of the dark curlings gave. Full, tapering thighs flowed down from her hips, and into shapely calves. She turned from the mirror, the yellow beads looping out from her neck, and she dropped loosely onto a white, thick piled pillow-bed, lush, full ass cheeks lifted.

His breathing shallow, he was conscious of the beating of his heart as he watched her curl about upon the pillow-bed, apparently lost in thought. She raised up, and began to lift her pullover from her pliant stomach, baring her tiny navel. The cloth pulled up from the full globes of her tits, from her dusky pink areolas, and from the shallow-tipped, wide nubs of her nipples. His cock was throbbing.

Tossing the top aside, she sat with her legs curled, and slowly ran one hand through the dark waves of her hair. She looked down at the discarded shirt-blouse, and put it back on. The collarless garment fell to the sides of her tits, it and the double loop of beads that were curved down between her breasts framing their delectable curves. She sat with her legs crossed, idly toying with her muff.

His rigid length strained against his slacks, and he was aware of how dry his mouth was. He glanced over, and, saw that the twins were again seated, Alex's hand under Alma's. skirt, Alma's hand in Alex's pants. Both were staring toward the mirror.

Kelly removed the beads and the shirt-blouse, and lifted a pearl choker. She stood up, wearing only the choker, and pivoted before the mirror, her eyes joining his and the twins' in moving over the sensuous curves of her body. The deep cleavage of her ass widened toward the base of the rich cheeks. She moved out of view for a moment, and then reappeared, wearing a thin-strapped camisole and matching panties. She frowned at the mirror, and started to push the panties down from her cradling hips, dropping back to the pillow-bed as the cloth moved below her hive. Her eyes closing, she slowly moved her hands over her hips, and in toward her cunny, sliding her fingertips through the thicket of dark curlings.

He swallowed hard as he watched Kelly unhurriedly caressing herself, the question as to whether or not she knew he was watching not even occurring to him. He glanced over, and saw that the twins were still fondling one another as they watched their aunt.

The corners of Kelly's furled lips curled upward, and a little shiver ran through her as her fingers moved against the damp lips of her sex. He rubbed the heel of his hand against the aching arousal of his shaft. She rolled over, presenting him with a view of the luxuriant pillow of her ass, her hands moving against her nook as her hips rocked atop them. He saw her fingers curling against her splay, her juices gleaming from them. Her shoulders bunched, and her face lifted, her mouth widening as an orgasm went through her.

She went limp, her shoulders heaving with her ragged breathing, and he looked over to see the twins smiling at them, their eyes clouded with arousal. Their eyes lowered, and his followed them to the rise of his prick. He could only smile as they looked back at him.

He heard a sound from the veranda, and looked back to see Kelly moving toward him with a slow, sensuous gait. The dark bluegray eyes held his: She had donned a light robe of brown decorated with gold designs, the pearl choker replaced by a gold tore. She stopped, and looked down into his eyes for long moments, her tits rising and falling beneath the robe.

"Well, have you decided?" she asked, the soft purr of her voice going with the feline eyes that held his.

"Yes," he nodded, his voice tight.

"I'm glad to hear that," she smiled, and she opened the robe.

"So am I," he smiled back as the cloth fell open from the insides of her wide tits, from her stomach, and from her cunny.

She had removed the camisole and panties, and now wore only a single stocking.

"Your pants seem a bit tight," she said straight-faced as he stared at the lightly tanned firmness of her stomach, and. at her dark muff.

She leaned forward from the waist, and the robe fell away from her body. She pressed her spread hands to his chest, and he moved his hands over the rich expanses of her tits, his thumbs touching the shallow tips of her nipples, the wide nubs now erect. Her hair spilling around her face, she smiled with an elfin quality, and slid his jacket off his shoulders, his hands moving over her stomach and to her waist.

She slipped his tie free, and her long fingers were plucking at his shirt buttons. He inhaled deeply, catching her fragrance while her fingers moved down from his chest to his stomach. The shirt open, she began to unbuckle his belt. He curved his hands to her waist to draw her forward, and she leaned closer. Her eyes holding his, she turned her face, and their lips brushed.

His hands moved to her full hips, and then to her fanny as their mouths pressed together. She put one knee on the couch between his thighs, and their mouths widened around the swirlings of their tongues. His fingers opened as he spread his hands over the lush curves of her ass cheeks, and he murmured as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. The snap of his pants opened, and she was working the zipper down, the backs of her curled fingers shifting against the hardness of his prod.

The blood roared in their ears, light flickering behind their closed eyelids as their tongues memorized each other's textures and contours, their tastes filling each other's mouth. His hands moved up and down over the satin-smooth globes, the silk of the robe shifting against the backs of his hands. His breath caught as her hands turned against his stomach, and then her straightened fingers were sliding down against the outsides of his abdomen, and into his opened pants.

His stomach tightened as she caressed it and his abdomen, and his flesh burned against her caresses. His hands moved down the outsides of her thighs, feeling her smooth flesh with one hand and the stocking with the other. Her fingertips pressed against the outsides of his sac, working down between it and the inner tops of his thighs. His balls shifted against one another, and her fingers were curving down under them, lifting them against the underside of his burning staff.

Her fingers flexed beneath his nuts, her thumbs pressed against the base of his shaft, rubbing it and his hair as she licked his tongue. His thoughts swimming, he lifted his hands to cup her face, moving his tongue deeper. Her fingers came forward, and slipped from under his sac as her thumbs worked against the top of his shaft. Her fingers slid against his dorsal vein, and she began to slowly work his cock out from under his pants. His knob slid up against his thigh, the cloth of the slacks chafing it, and sending flickerings of electricity through his length.