Now, Sue Robin thought. Now. Gradually she drew the vibrator downward across the suntanned stomach, toward the belly button exposed above the narrow bikini panties. She circled the ivory-colored tip around the deep indentation in her belly while Mary Beth's breath came in sharp moans. Her head rolled slowly back and forth on the cushion and her hand remained on her breasts, pressing and massaging them.
Sue Robin's own breath was coming short and fast as she gradually guided the vibrator across the brunette's belly button and downward across the low hill of her belly, toward the top of the mound barely covered by the transparent panties. Mary Beth's thighs were as wide apart as the couch allowed, and now her left leg flexed, dragging her heel upward on the couch.
The vibrator, circled and glided back and forth over the curve of the girl's belly, working steadily toward the mound just an inch away now. Moans came steadily from Mary Beth's throat and, bracing against her drawn-up heel, she rode her ass upward to meet the approaching instrument. Hesitating no longer, Sue Robin eased it under the nonrestricting waistband of the bikini panties and plowed through the furry bush.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" erupted hoarsely from the writhing woman as the vibrating tip touched her pussylips. She thrust up against it as Sue Robin tilted it downward to rub across her clit. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh, God!"
With her own intimate and experienced knowledge of eroticism, Sue Robin plied the vibrator up and down the juicy slit of her sister-in-law, urging her on and on toward an explosive climax.
The brunette's tongue was flicking back and forth over her feverish lips and one hand still squeezed and manipulated a heaving tit, while the other hand plowed wildly through her hair as her head whipped back and forth.
"Oh! Lordy! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaah!" Her ass whipped up and down so hard and fast that Sue Robin could hardly control the vibrator, barely letting the bullet-shaped tip slide into the hungry cunt that lunged at it.
Sue Robin was gasping, too, as she felt part of the excitement of the stimulated woman jerking and writhing on the couch. A fine mist of perspiration dampened her forehead, and she felt the juice beginning to flow in her own pussy.
In a moment it was over, and Mary Beth's boobs heaved like mountains tossing on a volcanic eruption as she panted her way back to normal. Not once had she opened her eyes during the whole session.
I hope she doesn't come out of it embarrassed and pissed off, Sue Robin thought as she dropped the vibrator back in her bag. Then it occurred to her that this was probably the first time her sister-in-law had ever got her cookies. She had come close earlier in the day, when Sue Robin had given her the other massage, but she hadn't really climaxed.
This must've been a real block-buster, she thought, looking anxiously at the closed eyes of the other. Mary Beth was breathing normally, deeply, now, and the flush was paling from her cheeks and throat. The long brown eyelashes fluttered and parted, and Sue Robin faced the great brown eyes, glistening with satisfaction.
Mary Beth smiled. "That was wonderful, honey. You're a real miracle-worker. I haven't got a kink left in my body."
Whether she was referring to the muscle-massage or to the orgasm, Sue Robin left unquestioned. It had worked. Leave it be. She smiled back at her sister-in-law.
"Any time, Mary Beth, any time. Now you just lie there and stay relaxed y'heah? I've got to run home for supper or Papa will send the bloodhounds after me." She patted her cheek lightly and sprang to her feet.
In less than a minute she was roaring out of the driveway. "You're a real Girl Scout, Sue Robin," she laughed, then squinted her eyes against the lowering sun as she turned into the highway. "That's one iceberg that is getting defrosted. Fast."
Her father had already eaten and gone back to his office downtown when Sue Robin got home, but Aunt Minerva was still at the table.
"Sony I'm late, honey." Aunt Minerva looked at her beautiful grandniece through wise old eyes, noting the faint signs of recent excitement. "It's all for the cause."
It was dark by the time Sue Robin left the table. She went upstairs to her room and flopped across her bed, but she was stirred by a vague discontent. Giving Mary Beth a going over had gotten her horny, too, and now she felt frustrated. She looked at the telephone on the table by her bed. It would be a simple thing to call one of the young men she knew. A few, a very few had enjoyed encounters with the liberated young woman that they would not likely to ever forget.
Sue Robin had always been very selective, and it had paid off. Not a single man she'd ever screwed had talked about it, something of a record in a small Southern town. Of course, not more than half of her partners had been local boys; thanks to Tyrus' wealth and his generosity, both the twins had traveled as widely as they chose, ever since teenage. Now they were both sophomores in college, or would be when the fall semester in less than three weeks.
The early September breeze, warm and enticing, puffed through the open windows of her bedroom, and Sue Robin sat up.
"Hell!" she muttered. "I'll go for a swim in the river. Nobody's around this time of year," he said.
The tide was stable when she got to the river; no current would be running until the tide changed a couple of hours later. She slid down the short sandy bank to the narrow beach and stood looking and listening for a minute. A tardy seagull screamed in the distance, but no other sound came to her ears. A chunk of golden moon was just getting up in the sky, and its ghostly light was all the illumination that touched the area.
Slipping quickly out of her sandals and shorts and shirt, Sue Robin tested the water temperature with her bare toes.
"Nice," she muttered.
In a moment her bra and panties rested on the little pile of clothes. Poising like a graceful barbarian maiden, she lanced out over the water, hitting the surface in a smooth racing dive. Just cool enough to be comfortable, the water closed about her naked body like a caress. She struck out strongly for the middle of the river, which was a hundred yards wide. On the other side were barren lands.
It seemed ages since she had gone swimming nude, alone or with anyone. Often, she and Buz had gone skinny-dipping, and a couple of times in recent years she had brought some young man who had attracted her strongly down for a secret nocturnal dip in the silent river.
Too bad one of them isn't here now, she thought as she rolled over on her back and floated lazily, looking up at the stars getting rapidly brighter and forming recognizable figures in the early autumn sky. She slid her hand across her belly and downward until it brushed across the wet thicket of hair.
Nature's own waterbed, she mused as the gentle motion of the wind stirred river rocked her easily. She spread her legs farther apart and dipped her middle finger into the crevice of her cunt. The puffy outer lips parted readily for her questing finger. I wish I had a man! she groaned silently, rubbing the river-wet folds of her pussy and squirming slightly, but not enough to break her floating posture. Vaguely she wondered if Bobby Lee had lined up some hot girl friend in Atlanta. He'd probably call her later tonight.
How long she floated she didn't know, but suddenly she had the feeling that she was no longer alone. Silent as a shadow she lowered her body down in the water and faced the shore.
Yes. Again she heard the soft murmur of indistinct voices. Somebody was on the bank of the river. My God! she thought. I hope they haven't found my clothes!
Without raising a ripple she glided slowly and carefully through the water, invisible in the night. She stroked at an angle to the river bank that put her upriver from the voices. Soon she was close enough to touch bottom. With just her head above water, she walked slowly in the shadow of the river bank, down toward the spot where she'd left her clothes.
"Come an, Helen," a male voice said softly but urgently.
"You know I shouldn't do that, Robbie. I'm married." The woman's voice sounded firm but by no means annoyed.
In the lee of the riverbank Sue Robin's eyes glinted with mischievous delight as she recognized the voices. Robbie Early
worked at her father's hardware supply depot. Redheaded and ruggedly handsome, Robbie had been the high school football star when Sue Robin was just entering her teens. The woman she recognized as her own college classmate, Helen Stanfield, not long married to Jack Stanfield. Both of them were members of the restricted Alligator Club. Jack was a few years older than Helen; already graduated from college, he now worked in the Maxwell Bank.
Well!
Sue Robin eased a bit closer, crouching so her body was still concealed under the water. Now she could begin to make out the couple in the dim moonlight, seated near the water's edge.
"Give me a cigarette, Robbie."
"Oh, all right," the man growled, obviously deeply frustrated.
Sue Robin ducked lower in the water as a cigarette lighter flicked on, the tiny flame illuminating the two faces. It looked as if both of them were naked to the waist, but she couldn't be sure. When the lighter went out, the darkness was deeper than before. Then gradually her eyes readjusted.
At least Helen wasn't at all reluctant to nestle in the redhead's arms, she observed.
"Careful, Robbie!" Helen gasped. "You'll burn us with your cigarette." Apparently he was keeping her stimulated with his hand.
"Screw it!" he snapped, and flicked his cigarette out into the river where it hissed and went out.
"Robbie!"
Sue Robin grinned. The fake shock of the well-brought-up Southern maiden. She eased nearer to the couple.
Robbie took the cigarette out of Helen's fingers and flung it after his own. Then he wrapped his arms about her and covered her lips with his own. It was a long kiss, and his hands roamed freely.
No, Sue Robin saw then, Helen wasn't bare-topped. She had on a snug knit shirt. Robbie's hands went to the bottom of it and started peeling it upward. He had to break away from the kiss to get it over her head, but Helen no longer protested. She seemed dazed by her excitement. Her braless boobs were small but they jutted out proudly in the feeble light of the moon. Immediately the big redhead bent and clamped his lips over the nipple of one of them.
"Oh, Robbie! Robbie! Robbie!" moaned Helen, rubbing her fingers through his short hair.
He must've scored with her before, Sue Robin mused, her eyes glued to the action just a few feet away. He went through her resistance like a knife through hot butter.
After sucking and tonguing both nipples into swollen thimbles, the big man eased Helen over onto the sand and stripped off her skirt. She no longer protested; now she moved her body to assist him. She made on final pretense, though, when he started to pull her panties off.
"Robbie! Please!"
As if he hadn't heard her, Robbie flicked the wispy garment down in one quick brush of his hand, and Helen lay stretched out on her back in the soft sand. Unhastily, the man took one ankle in each hand and easily drew Helen toward him until her legs forked about him and he sat facing the wide V of her thighs. Still unhurriedly, he leaned forward until he rested on one elbow. Sliding his other hand under the cheek of her ass, he tilted her hips upward, affording him easy access to her gaping slit.
Sue Robin stared in fascination as his mouth neared Helen's furry mound. Like a snake, his tongue darted out and lashed up and down the hair-fringed crevice. The woman jerked and moaned, but she was helpless in the big man's grasp and in her own passion. Her moans became whimpers as his tongue darted deeper, parting her cuntlips and penetrating the inner channel.
"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!" she quavered as he laved his wet tongue across her clit, and her hips jerked upward as if jolts of electricity were belting through her loins.
He raised up, waiting for her to calm a bit. When her spasms had ceased, he went down again. Time and again he brought her to the brink of orgasm, then backed off.
In the water, Sue Robin was getting as tensed up as the woman in the sand. Damn him! she raged silently. Why doesn't he bring her off? Her heart was throbbing wildly and her hand fumbled at her own wet pussy. As Robbie lowered his head again and thrust out his persistent tongue, Sue Robin moaned and plunged her finger deep into her cunt, as far up the slippery canal as she could shove it. More! She needed more. Her rubbery inner lips stretched to admit another finger and her thumb played frantically up and down and across her excited little clit.
Helen lay whimpering pitifully as the long tongue skillfully brought her nearer and nearer to an explosive climax. "Please, Robbie! Please!" she implored, her fingers fumbling uncontrollably through his hair and about his ears.
Waiting no longer, he stood up, already naked to the waist, and threw off his trousers and undershorts. Sue Robin stared with awe at the huge pole that lunged upward from his groin. She thought Buz had a big one, but this man carried a weapon. The head swelled out over the shaft like a gnarled knob.
He'll kill her! Sue Robin thought in alarm. Helen was a petite brunette, curvy but quite small.
But Robbie didn't drive it into the eager woman's pussy. Instead, he dropped to his knees, straddling Helen's head, then leaned forward to rest on his elbows with both hands under her small plump asscheeks and his face once more buried between her passionate thighs.
Sixty-nine, Sue Robin told herself. But that huge dick would strangle poor Helen.
Apparently Helen didn't think so. Eagerly she reached up to seize his hips and draw her head up toward the swaying cock above her. Opening her mouth wide, she caught the wide-flanged head between her lips and hung on while their bodies adjusted to the head-to-tail position. She was still on her back and Robbie was over her on knees and elbows.
His tongue went to work again.
Like a panicky kitten strangling on a large piece of meat, Helen mewed and squawled around the huge gag in her mouth, but not for a second did she let go. Instead, she jerked her head higher and higher, trying to force more of his enormous cock into her ravenous mouth.
Sue Robin felt breathless, as if she were strangling, too. Her fingers worked frantically in and around her pussy, and she had to jam her other hand against her mouth to stifle the groans and cries that came to her lips.
Suddenly, Helen's head jammed hard into Robbie's loins and half of his thick shaft disappeared inside her stretched lips. Wild, suffocated cries whistled around the half swallowed cock and her hips writhed and bucked against Robbie's hands.
My God! She's coming like a wild woman! Sue Robin thought, stopping her own manipulations to stare wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the climaxing woman. The outlandish, smothered wails continued as long as the woman's lithe frame convulsed. Then suddenly she stopped and seemed to collapse. Her head fell back on the sand, and the huge dong flipped free in the moonlight.
Robbie raised his head from the V of her thighs but remained in the same position on his knees and elbows, with his hands still holding her buttocks. He waited while the last shudder racked her body and ceased.
What's he going to do now? Sue Robin wondered, slowly stroking her pussy again and staring at the sixty-nining couple. More accustomed now to the darkness and the moonlight, she could easily see his still-hard cock swaying over Helen's face like a threatening cobra. A coating of saliva made it shine like a silvered pillar.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" The faint sigh, obviously a sigh of satisfaction, came from Helen's lips. Opening her eyes, she saw the throbbing cock above her. She reached one hand to it and stroked the slick head while her other hand went up to caress Robbie's asscheek.
My God! Sue Robin almost exclaimed aloud as she saw what the man was doing now. Instead of raising her head to take in as much of the big cock as she could, Helen kept her head resting on the sand, and Robbie gradually lowered his hips, easing the head of his gong through her waiting lips.
He'll strangle her for sure this time, Sue Robin thought, creeping a foot nearer.
But the big man was very gentle. Slowly he began to fuck, sliding only a couple of inches in and out of the saliva-slick lips opening beneath him. Helen's hands on his asscheeks caressed and encouraged him. Soon Sue Robin saw Helen's thighs spreading farther and
farther apart again as Robbie began to lick her pussy, as slowly and leisurely as he was fucking her mouth.
That little woman is insatiable, Sue Robin reflected. She watched Helen's hands, hotly urgent on Robbie's muscular flanks. Almost imperceptibly, a fraction of an inch at a time, his strokes got longer and more of his distended cock slid into Helen's mouth. Her cheeks hollowed in with her suction on each upstroke.
Sue Robin clamped her teeth together to keep them from chattering with excitement, excitement at what she was witnessing and her own impending climax. She slowed her self-stroking; she sure as hell didn't want to come before that show ended.
Helen's tongue lashed the huge piston surging faster and faster in her mouth and bumping against the narrow stricture of her throat, and now Robbie's bead was whipping back and forth in the V of her thighs as he felt the first throbs in his balls, signaling his approaching orgasm. His tongue flicked and laved the slippery-wet skin of her thighs where her love-juice had mingled with his saliva. Her pussy was so juicy that the slurping sounds carried easily to Sue Robin's ears as he thrust his stiffened tongue right inside the tunnel of her cunt.
Then he began driving hard with his hips, right down against Helen's face.
He'll choke her to death! Sue Robin thought in terror. He'll strangle her with that cock!
But he never rammed the full length in; apparently he knew just how far he could go into her throat. Obviously Helen was enjoying it at both ends, for her hips started jerking again and her hands clamped securely on his asscheeks while she sucked more strongly on the thrusting cock in her mouth.
Sue Robin's eyes rounded in astonishment as Robbie pulled up and the hot sperm gushed down into the gaping lips he had just deserted. But Helen quickly captured the spurting head in her mouth again and sucked more strongly than ever, squealing and moaning while she gulped down the creamy liquid and quivered frenziedly in the throes of her own orgasm. Unable to hold back any longer, Sue Robin felt her own body convulsing with wild ecstatic spasms. She thrust her hand into her mouth, fearful that she would break out into a joyful wail that would betray her presence to the couple on the sand.
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