In slow motion, they altered position again, Marla turning and mounting Susan's face. Her lean thighs tensed and she rubbed her sodden snatch lovingly in Susan's face while, aided by gravity now, her cunt juice poured down from her hole in heavy streamers, running down her thighs and soaking Susan's mouth.
Susan reached up and fondled Marla's tits.
Marla reached behind her ass and did the same for Susan, pulling at her taut nipples.
Marla whimpered with the joys of being sucked and, her passion rising, was obviously taken by the desire to do some more sucking herself. She pivoted, turning without taking her burning muff away from Susan's eager, upturned face, and sank down into the position of inverted love. Susan's quim was hot and juicy once again, and Marla fell to sucking and lapping avidly. Her ass rose and fell as she worked her vulva down on Susan, while Susan's thighs clamped like a velvet trap around Marla's busily working face.
Both girls wailed and whimpered as, simultaneously, they came in each other's hungry mouths.
Then they collapsed together, still in the sixty-nine position, both giving a few idle laps at their respective pussies.
Blackburn moaned.
He tore his clothing off, scattering the garments haphazardly about the hallway. His prick stood out like a mighty, horny antler before his loins, naked, he walked into the bedroom, following his jutting cock as if it were the needle of a magnetic compass, drawing him inexorably toward the poles of their intermingled bodies.
Susan saw him first.
"Oh!" she cried.
She sat up quickly.
"I see you two got along well," he said.
Susan was looking embarrassed, but Marla smiled, her eyes gleaming wickedly. Marla, Blackburn decided, had been the initiator, not because she was more inclined to lesbianism, but because she was less inhibited. Coming from a higher social class than Susan, she had a more open minded attitude toward the niceties of life.
"Don't think we did anything naughty," Susan squealed. "I know it looks funny, the way we're together here, but you mustn't get the wrong idea..."
"What idea is that?"
"I mean, don't think for a moment that we were eating each other's cunts or anything," she said, hastily wiping cunt juice from her mouth.
"Of course you were. I saw you."
Susan looked stricken. She shot a quick glance towards Marla, hoping for help.
"Nothing wrong with that, though," Blackburn said.
"I'm sure James understands," said Marla, eyeing his rampant stalk.
"Really? Do you? I mean, you don't think we're lesbians, just because we were sucking cunt, do you?"
"Not at all. It's just a logical and healthy pastime, everyone knows that."
"Really? I didn't. I mean, yes, that's what it is, just a pastime."
"Of course. As long as you were just killing time, waiting for me. That is what you were doing, isn't it? Because if you were doing it for any other reasons, one might be inclined to think you were lesbians..."
"Oh, we were waiting for you, James, yes. Oh, definitely that's what we were doing..."
He moved towards the bed.
"I did tell you I felt so deliciously depraved tonight, didn't I?" Marla said. "I've been so hot I was willing to try anything. It was fun, too."
"Yeah. Like I said, you ought to have dirty pictures taken more often."
Her eyes lighted up.
"Say, do you have a camera?"
He nodded.
"How about taking some pictures of Susan and I? You don't mind, do you, Susan?"
"No, I guess not. As long as no one else gets to see them, that is. I pose for my husband sometimes... He's a photographer..."
"We know," Blackburn said, with meaning, but Marla was too excited at the prospect of being photographed to notice the meaningful tone of his statement.
"Yes," she urged. "Take some pictures. Take lots of lovely, dirty pictures of the two of us, okay?"
"It would be churlish to refuse," said Blackburn.
He went to fetch his camera.
His cock, by this time, was so long and stout tat he thought he might use it like a tripod, upon which to steady the camera. He stood at the foot of the bed, the camera ready to function, waiting for the girls to position themselves. Susan seemed a trifle shy, but Marla was game for anything. Marla pushed and pulled at the redhead, positioning her. They sat flank to flank, legs spread, and fingered each other while looking directly into the camera.
"Smile," Blackburn said.
They smiled. Susan smiled vacantly and Marla smiled wickedly.
The flash went off and the first photo was imprisoned in the cell of the camera.
"Take one of me sucking her nice, fat titties," Marla gurgled, proceeding to do so. She eyed the camera sideways, a plump nipple collared in her lips, and Blackburn flashed the second photograph.
Susan, either because she was getting accustomed to the idea or, more likely, because having her tits sucked inspired her, suggested the next pose.
"Take one while we sixty-nine," she cooed.
They did, and he took it.
Dizzy with desire, Blackburn proceeded to shoot up the whole roll of film. He took close ups of Marla tonguing Susan's slit and of Susan sucking madly on Marla's clitoris; of Marla sitting on Susan's face and of Susan standing on the bed while Maria knelt before her, tongue pushed way out, pink tip fluttering against her bushy vulva. They were all half blinded by the quickly repeated flashes of the bulbs and half dazed by the lust which contained them all, three separate entities sharing the same blanketing passion. Then, finally, the film was all used up. Blackburn set the camera aside and joined them on the bed.
"Who's first?" he asked, politely.
The girls looked at one another, neither wanting to seem greedy.
"Shall we take turns?" Susan asked.
"Ummm."
"Why don't we suck him a little, first?" Susan suggested. "I never sucked dick before tonight, but it was gorgeous. I'm going to suck plenty of dick from now on. Pussy, too." she added, and giggled.
"I wish you had a Polaroid, James," Marla said. "I'd love to see those pictures now."
"I never thought of that. How are we going to get them developed?"
"Don't you dare hire my husband to develop them!" Susan squealed. "He's sort of dumb and he wouldn't understand; he'd think we were dykes, for sure."
"Geoffrey has a darkroom at the house," Marla said. "He dabbles in photography. I can develop them, myself, while he's away.
She frowned, then shrugged.
"Well, I wish I could see them now, but sine I can't I'll just have to make do without."
She wrapped her hand around the stalk of Blackburn's big prick and offered the knob, like an ice cream cone, to her flame haired companion.
"You can go first," she said.
"Oh, we can share it," Susan said.
She leaned closer and gave his bulging, purple knob a long, wet tongue-stroke.
Then she pulled back and nodded to Marla.
Marla tongued the head in turn, curling her labia around behind the glans. His knob, swollen and throbbing, was large enough for both of them and the two sex-crazed girls began licking and lapping at him at the same time. They shared the bloated cock head between them, their tongues running side by side and, getting carried away, even managed to kiss each other while his knob was lodged between their mouths. Their tongues slid over each other even as they slid over the great meaty slab of his glans, so that they were experiencing a double thrill even as he was.
His cock head began to smoke.
Cum dribbled down the crown and the two girls shared it, lapping the droplets up and then French kissing each other while his cream still sparkled on their tongues.
Driven to a frenzy by this cock lapping, Susan turned her face downwards and collared his prick head with her lips, sucking long and greedily on the meaty mouthful. With the tasty knob thus denied her, Marla had to content herself with licking the shaft
and sucking on his balls. But, despite her lust, Susan wasn't greedy, and after she'd sucked for a few moments she pulled her mouth away and allowed Marla to have a crack at sucking the knob, while she fitted her parted lips to the stalk and ran them slowly up and down from root to crown.
Blackburn was gurgling with passion and his cock was dribbling steadily now. Each girl felt his cream ooze onto their tongues and into their cheeks as, alternatingly, they took their turn on his savoury rod.
"Shall we suck him off?" Susan panted.
"Yes!" he squealed.
"Ummmm, that might be nice. But will you be able to get hard again, so we can get fucked after?" Marla asked.
"Yes," he cried, not at all sure about it but figuring this wasn't the time for candour.
"Oh, let's!" Susan moaned.
And both women commenced mouthing him between them. His huge, fleshy knob was placed between their mouths and they kissed each other lovingly, so that they were sucking his cock head at the same time. Marla squeezed his balls and Susan began jerking him off, her hand skimming lightly up and down the stalk as she impatiently tried to bring him off.
Not to be outdone in this endeavour, Marla slid her hand beneath him and pushed her middle finger up his asshole.
Blackburn roared like a maddened bull.
His loins erupted, pushing the thick sap up his stalk, and the ejaculation burst out from the tip of his cock in a great steaming gout of semen. The load rose straight up in the air, skimming along both sets of panting lips, and hung suspended for an instant above their faces. Then the slimy, quicksilvery wad fell back, splattering on the girl's cheeks and mouths.
Susan whimpered and hungrily slipped her mouth over his crown in time to get his second spurt right in the mouth. Swallowing avidly, she drew away in time for Marla to pop his prick into her mouth and, running it far back, take the third geyser in her throat. They alternated, spurt for spurt, and when his bone was drained they shared the pleasurable duty of licking up the spilled residue from stalk and bollocks and sucking on the spent knob until it gleamed like a polished ball of purple fruit.
"Ummm, yummy," Susan said, rubbing her belly; felling the hot spunk glow in her stomach. "Oh, I do like sucking cock and swallowing cum..."
"We make a marvelous team," Marla said.
And, confirming their partnership, the two girls kissed passionately, both tasting Blackburn's cum on the other's tongue. It was, if anything, better that way. Then they both looked at him.
He hadn't lied.
His prick, hardened to stone by the lust of the situation, still stood usefully above his loins.
"If you need to rest for a few minutes, we can always suck each other while we wait," Marla said.
And her words were like a lance running right up the centre of his cock, bracing it once more to a rod of iron. He didn't have to rest...
CHAPTER NINE
The two insatiable women lay back, side by side, on the bed. Their hips and shoulders were touching and they were both smiling expectantly; both had their knees raised and their thighs parted. Adding to the intimacy of this position of togetherness, Susan moved her inner leg over Marla's, so that they were virtually locked together in a single knot of womanhood. Their nipples stood stiffly upwards, like miniature rockets erected on areola launching pads, trembling as if about to blast off from the velvet hills and soar, propelled by the liquid fuel of lust, into celestial skies.
Blackburn knelt at the foot of the bed.
His organ jutted out before him, angled upwards, a much larger rocket than the small scoutships of their nipples and with a greater fuel capacity stored in the bloated tanks of his scrotum. The nosecone of his sleek rocket glistened, well polished by their joint oral efforts, flaring out in a ledge behind the glans. A dark purple vein, fat as a finger, stood out prominently down the ventral shaft and his bollocks were tightened into hard, knotted sacs. As he gazed at the women, his dick twitched, the head swaying up and down.
It was, he saw, a question of priorities.
Unlike their mouths, their cunts were not constructed so as to share his cock at the same time and he knew this made a delicate problem; didn't know which girl to enter first. Had one of them taken his full load in the mouth, the solution would have been obvious; the other would have deserved the initial screwing. But since they'd shared his hot ejaculation between their hungry mouths, it was not so easy. He saw the potential for jealousy and insulted emotion.
He advance up the bed until he was kneeling close, his knees between their intertwined thighs and his dork thrusting out roughly between them. Reaching down, one hand for each, he began fingering their respective pussies, pushing three stiff digits up each hole. Their steaming cunts sucked at his fingers with soft, delicate squishing sounds.
Inspired by his manual efforts, the girls, simultaneously and by tacit agreement, began fondling on another's stiff tipped tits.
"Errr... Who wants to be first?" he queried, determined to show no favoritism. Indeed, he felt no favoritism. Both cunts were equally desirable, equally hot and wet and of the same general size and texture. The only real difference was in the colour of the bush, Susan's flaming hair in subtle contrast to Marla's golden fringe.
The girls looked at him and then looked at each other.
"We both want it," Marla affirmed.
"Yes... but..." he said, confused. His cock, less concerned with the delicacies of the decision, throbbed and thundered, longing to be sheathed in hot, slick pussy and not giving a damn which it was.
"If only he had two pricks," Susan said.
"Then he'd be a freak."
"Ummm. But a lovely freak."
"Oh, yes. A bifurcated cock would just suit us nicely, wouldn't it?"
"Look, why don't you switch back and forth between us?" suggested Susan. "Stroke for stroke."
"That's a fine idea," Marla agreed.
Blackburn nodded. But it was only a temporary solution, he knew. One of them was still going to get his wad, when he blew it off, and the other was certain to feel slighted. Well, he would just have to cross that bridge when he came to it, he decided. He knew it would be a long time before he came. Although his prick was pounding with desire, he'd already drained his spermaries once and could reasonably expect a performance of considerable duration, especially since his organ would have time to cool as he switched it from quim to quim.
Lowering his haunches, he directed his fat tool towards Susan's crotch. She gurgled happily and hiked her ass upwards, presenting her pelvis at the proper angle. The blunt snout of his hard rod bumped against her vulva and, instantly, he could feel her hole pulling at him, the labia mouthing his cock head like a nether maw. Wriggling like a serpent, she slithered down to meet him as he rode his prick up her slick gash, burying the full length into her wet hole. Susan gave a little gasp of pleasure, writhing on his stalk, while the internal muscles of her pussy went to work instantly, rippling up and down the length of his rod in rippling concentric circles of soft, fluttering pleasure. A spasm raced along his dick, convulsing him from knob to balls.
He held the full penetration for a moment, while she jerked about, impaled on his spear. Then he gave her one long, slow stroke, out-in-out, so that his full length ran the depth of her hole.
Marla had risen onto her elbow so that she could watch his dork slide up her companion's slot. Her eyes blazed with wanton excitement and her cunt burned with the vicarious thrill of the vision. She fell back, hiking her own loins up in preparation.
Blackburn gritted his teeth and drew his smoking cock completely out of Susan's quim.
"Ohhh," Susan gasped, disappointed.
"Ooooh," Marla cooed, expectant.
Switching his hips to the side, across the twined inner thighs of the two women, so that his loins glided into position with Marla while his knees remained braced in the same straddling posture, Blackburn put the prick to the blinded woman. He gave it to her in the same fashion as he'd given it to Susan, one full plunge, a pause,
and then a delightfully slow in-out thrust, jamming in to the hilt, his bollocks slapping against her up-thrust ass.
Working doggedly, he returned to Susan.
He gave her one of the best, then switched back to Marla, alternating between them, one stroke at a time. His cock became bewildered, not understanding, with its purely functional phallic mind, why the delays occurred between strokes. In the brief intervals while he switched from twat to twat, his dick cooled just enough so that each repeated stroke gave him all the thrill normally possessed only by the initial thrust of entry. He knew he could maintain this action for a long time. It seemed to work the same for the girls, as well, for the lack of constant friction allowed their quims to remain below the heat of fusion. But, cooled slightly, their cunts reacted with even greater sensation each time his roving prick slid up the crack.
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