by Curt Aldrich
Marilyn could only squeeze her eyes more tightly shut and groan.
“Why don't you lie back now, and I'll really show you the things we did?” Barbara urged.
She backed off, then gripped Marilyn's thighs just above her knees, and drew her along, so that shortly Marilyn's bottom had inched completely off the plank and she lay supine with the plank supporting her at the middle of her back.
Marilyn knew she shouldn't let Barbara do the things she was doing, but she couldn't bring herself to show the slightest opposition.
When Barbara's hands urged her to raise her legs and bring them together high in the air, she did so without a moment's hesitation. And she said nothing when she felt Barbara rolling her pants off her body.
She was utterly in Barbara's control. She knew it, and she didn't care. Not now; she could reproach herself later over her submission. All that mattered now was that she experience the wanton delights Barbara and Alice Mae had shared.
“Now you're really ready to find out what it was like with me and Alice Mae,” Barbara said, her eyes glued to Marilyn's grossly exposed, tantalizingly winking and creaming pussy as Marilyn brought her legs heavily back down, flanking her.
Barbara sent both her hands to Marilyn's gaping cunt. With the thumb and index finger of one hand she spread the lips far apart, and with the middle finger of her other hand she frigged the tiny ring of the mouth of her vagina. Then all of a sudden she drove the full length of the frigging finger into her sticky passage.
“Oh, Barbara!” Marilyn gasped, spreading her thighs even farther apart.
Barbara corkscrewed her finger in Marilyn's vagina for a few moments to stoke the fires of the hot, tight hole; then she yanked the finger all the way out.
“If you only knew how horny you're going to be before I get through with you,” she rasped.
She inserted her fingers between the small, firm mounds of Marilyn's behind, and she forced the resilient mounds so far apart that she could see Marilyn's asshole stretching open below her pussy. She tickled the slick brown pucker for almost a minute, until Marilyn was gasping and bucking with heat; then she pulled her hands quickly clear of the round white cheeks that seemed to exist to protect the tender hole between them.
She jabbed a single middle finger into Marilyn's pussy again, and Marilyn groaned harshly and squirmed feverishly on the support plank as the finger was screwed deeper and deeper into her throttling passage.
“You really have a gorgeous little twat,” Barbara said thickly, her eyes ravishing the glutinous tissues and membranes surrounding the finger she was now pistoning at full tilt into Marilyn.
Barbara again drew her finger out of Marilyn's hole. She massaged the puffy, hair-lined lips of her pussy for a few moments; then she squeezed them against each other, with Marilyn's clitoris jutting up between them in a state of fierce erection.
Then Barbara changed tactics again. She took hold of each lip separately and tugged them far apart, exposing to her hungry eyes every little ridge and groove and fold of the glistening flesh between the lips.
“Oh, not so hard!” Marilyn groaned. “You're hurting them!”
Releasing the lips at last, Barbara screwed both the middle and index fingers of one hand into the throat of Marilyn's twat, and with the thumb of the same hand she began furiously frigging Marilyn's clitoris.
Barbara plowed the fingers of her other hand into Marilyn's ass and began roughly frigging her anus in time with her frigging of her clitoris.
Marilyn sensed that her clitoris was straining, powerfully outward and throbbing like a small, petrified heart as Barbara kept frigging the blood-red nubbin, and she groaned as she felt her pussy spewing a thick flow of juices that spilled down over and between the cheeks of her rump.
“You're getting your asshole all messy,” Barbara said hoarsely.
She pushed the tip of her index finger in strongly against the tiny ring she'd referred to, and she began screwing the finger through the resisting ring and, presently, deep into her rectum.
“Ooh, what a gripper!” Barbara gasped.
She screwed her index finger even deeper into Marilyn's back passage, and Marilyn groaned wildly as she squirmed and bucked on the plank under her back.
Barbara stabbed another finger into her, and the pain made Marilyn give out an ear-splitting scream.
Barbara wasn't about to let Marilyn's momentary pain cramp her style. Ignoring her scream as well as she could, she began to saw her two embedded fingers furiously in Marilyn's strongly clenching rectum.
Barbara's breathing grew ragged and harsh as she watched her fingers screwing away. Ramming the fingers back and forth in the greasy socket of Marilyn's ass, she leered with lustful delight and began, finally, to pant due to her exertions.
“Oh, golly, Barbara, I don't think I can stand much more!” Marilyn squealed. “You're getting me so hot I feel like I'm about to burn up!”
Barbara yanked her fingers out of the orifices of Marilyn's body and backed farther away from her. And, leaning forward and down, she dragged her tongue through her slit. Coming upon Marilyn's clitoris with the tip of her tongue, Barbara licked the twitching sprout around and around from its root to its tip.
“My God, yes!” Marilyn gasped, feeling Barbara's teeth suddenly sinking into her clitoris. “Bite the thing! Ooh, this is crazy!
“Chew it up, Barbara! Bite it off!”
Barbara soon freed Marilyn's clitoris, for she was sure the little organ couldn't withstand for very long the harsh treatment she'd been giving it. Snaking her tongue out of her mouth once more, she licked down through Marilyn's slit until her tonguetip came to the mouth of her vagina.
Marilyn trembled uncontrollably, and her groans sounded more and more like those of some wild jungle animal in heat. She could feel Barbara slowly but relentlessly penetrating her cuntal passage, and the feeling made her dizzy and actually almost sick with the intensity of her lust.
“Barbara! Barbara!” she cried, her head flopping about fitfully in the air. “You're driving me mad! Oh, dear Lord! Go deeper! Fuck me with your tongue!”
Marilyn's pussy was spasming through and through, and its thousands upon thousands of supercharged nerve ends all seemed to be on the verge of exploding and ripping her loins to shreds. Her vagina was nursing strongly on Barbara's tongue, which was plowing repeatedly into it, and copious juices were gushing from about the pistoning tongue and slopping noisily to the bottom of the boat.
Barbara pushed Marilyn's thighs even farther apart so that she could penetrate even deeper into her cunt with her tongue. She jammed her lips against the hair-lined flanges of Marilyn's vulva, and as she continued to screw, she sucked up literally gobs and gobs of her sizzling cream.
Marilyn was just about to scream as Barbara kept on screwing her with her maddening tongue, and sucking her so strongly that the inner flesh of her slit seemed on the verge of being skinned alive. What choked off the scream before it had a chance to leave her throat was the sudden impact of the rowboat on the far shore of the lake.
Barbara withdrew her tongue and lifted her head and looked around. The boat had drifted the rest of the way across the lake, and Barbara's quick mind soon told her how to capitalize on the occurrence.
“Get up, Marilyn!” she said excitedly, getting up herself and jumping out of the boat onto the moist sand where the water lapped at the shore. She pointed to a nearby grassy clearing that was almost completely surrounded by shrubbery and trees, and she added, “We're going up there! And you're really going to learn how girls sex it up with each other, Marilyn, 'cause we're both going to take all our clothes off!”
Though Marilyn had a head start, it was Barbara who finished stripping first, after the two young brides had scampered into the clearing. Barbara didn't wait for Marilyn to catch up with her, either; she resumed molesting Marilyn right after taking off the last of her own garments, with Marilyn trying to get her sandals off without sitting down.
“Wait a second!” Mar
ilyn squealed, pushing Barbara's hands away. “You're going to make me fall over!”
Barbara stood back and imperiously set her arms akimbo. Watching the comical scene Marilyn played out, she had to laugh.
“You seem to have gotten rid of all your embarrassment and inhibitions, but it looks like there's a streak of primness in you that's determined to hang on.”
Naked at, last, Marilyn whirled on Barbara and said, in a tone of mock solemnity, “It's not primness; it's just being ladylike.”
Then she threw herself against Barbara and squealed, “Now you just wait till I get you as horny as you got me!”
She sent her fingers skiing down Barbara's back and right on to the melons of her bottom.
Barbara relaxed her body, letting herself be pulled close by Marilyn.
“Ooh, you sweet bitch!” she squealed when she felt Marilyn's fingers digging into the enticing divide of her buttocks.
Marilyn drew Barbara down to the grass, and immediately she set her fingers foraging between Barbara's awkwardly splayed thighs.
“Marilyn!” Barbara yelped, squirming and jerking fitfully, but taking care not to bring her thighs together. “Christ! You really must be hot as a firecracker!”
Marilyn showed the accuracy of Barbara's remark by her unrestrainedly lustful actions: she cupped her hand over Barbara's pudgy slit and quickly plunged her index finger into the sucking depths of her vagina, causing Barbara to buck up hard and high with a sizzling jolt of rapture.
At last, deep in heat herself, Barbara strained back with one hand and tried to return the favor Marilyn was treating her to. She dragged her fingers over the puffy flesh at Marilyn's crotch, prodding as vigorously as she could, for the moment, at the slimy maw of her pussy.
Marilyn hunched forward, half covering Barbara, to give her easier access to her smoldering cunt.
Barbara, in turn, caught at the lips of her vulva and pinched them in against the gristly sprout of her clitoris.
“Ooh,” Marilyn moaned, actually shivering with the intensity of her lust.
Barbara squeezed away at the drooping folds of Marilyn's cuntal flesh for several more moments; then all of a sudden she pulled the folds apart and jabbed her gathered-together fingertips into the juicy wound.
Overwhelmed by an abrupt feeling that she couldn't endure a single second more of the furious frigging Barbara was giving her pussy, Marilyn cried out and whipped her midsection in a torturous arc, freeing her cunt from the torment of Barbara's fingers.
Marilyn let her body fall solidly on top of Barbara's. After worming both her hands down to the pouting flesh at the bottom of Barbara's stomach, she sank all her fingers into the wet slit and began working away at the inflamed inner cuntal lips with all the energy she could bring to bear.
If she thinks I'm just going to lie here like a rag doll and not take part in the action any more, thought Barbara, her lips curling up into a leer of wicked determination, she's got another think coming!
While Marilyn remained preoccupied at her twat, Barbara plowed her fingers back into her sticky gash and set right in stroking and pinching the length and breadth of her come-hungry sex flesh more violently than ever.
“Oh, my goodness!” Marilyn grunted, so much more jacked-up by Barbara's expert frigging that she fairly sprang up off her, coming to rest flat on her back, her legs thrown wide apart.
Barbara literally dived onto her, her hands flying to the springy little mounds of her titties, which she squeezed cruelly in a fit of lust.
“Noooo!” Marilyn squawked, struggling to get away. “You're hurting me, Barbara!”
Barbara bent over and jammed her mouth around one of Marilyn's fiercely erect nipples. Holding the one breast with both her hands, she made the nipple poke up provocatively high, and she went to work on it with all the gusto of a fat king at a royal feast, her lips, her teeth, and especially her tongue, all doing their parts to turn the swollen bud into a petrified little chunk of raw, red meat.
Pausing in her salacious work, she raised her face and panted out, “Really makes your insides boil, doesn't it, Marilyn?”
Wedging one of her hands down to the soggy red flesh at the juncture of Marilyn's thighs, she resumed frigging her almost brutally.
“Oh, you're driving me out of my head! Barbara—oh, man, it's too much! I'm going to come so hard my belly button's going to get blasted out into space!”
Barbara sat back on her haunches for a moment; then she redoubled the ferocity of her attack on Marilyn's cunt, using both hands instead of one.
She tugged the fat little outer lips away from each other with such sustained tension that Marilyn's inner cuntal flesh pooched out, dripping hot juices, in search of the vigorous attention it yearned for.
And the pearly wedge of succulent young meat was given every bit of attention it yearned for.
Barbara backed off, then shot her head down and slammed her face against Marilyn's crotch. Yanking the bruised flanges of Marilyn's pussy even farther apart, she crammed her tongue into the gaping wound, provoking Marilyn to gasp and grunt with mindless wildness.
Marilyn found herself crying out for mercy, pleading with Barbara to stop—or her very bowels, she believed, would come apart at the seams. But the truth was that the last thing she wanted was for Barbara to stop eating her. The ecstasy she was experiencing was so strong it was actually painful, but she knew that her real desire was for it to last and last.
Barbara hauled the rough surface of her tongue over the inner flesh of Marilyn's cunt time after time, stimulating the extremely sensitive cuntal nerve ends so powerfully that what she was doing amounted to a kind of erotic torture. Her tongue penetrated every crevice, was dragged over every meaty ridge... licking... licking...
Spasms of unholy rapture ripped through the tender flesh of Marilyn's pussy, and she panted and gasped and grunted, on and on, her loins feeling as if they were on fire, as she waited for her climax to roar into her.
“Aahh... Barbara... Barbara...” Marilyn groaned, shuddering from head to toe, her body turning into a seething mass of hot flesh. “I'm coming! Now! Now! Suck! Oh, Barbara, I'm coming to pieces!”
“Boy,” she sighed presently, shakily sitting up, and moving her head from side to side in slow motion to signify that words were inadequate to describe what she'd just been through.
“Good?” Barbara asked, smiling warmly.
Marilyn nodded, then said, “And now it's your turn,” and she grinned back a wicked, animated smile of her own.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Barbara had just finished tying the rowboat at the small pier and was reaching down to help Marilyn up onto the pier when she saw that the lightness, the lack of inhibition, had gone out of Marilyn's look. Marilyn appeared to be even more weighted down by feelings of guilt than she had been when Barbara had come upon her a half-hour or so earlier.
Marilyn's look made Barbara want to curse her oppressive ideas of what was right and wrong in the sphere of sex. Where was the harm in what we did? Barbara asked herself, angrily certain that Marilyn's unhappiness reflected an unfair judgment of them both. Just what the hell is wrong with two people having a good time? she wondered.
“Hey, why do you look so low all of a sudden, Marilyn?” she asked, trying to sound bright and cheerful, as if she hoped that her tone of voice would lift Marilyn's mood.
Marilyn stepped up onto the pier and tried to look Barbara in the eye. She found that she couldn't do so: she had to lower her face.
She didn't want to talk, but she knew Barbara wouldn't let her continue to brood in silence.
She wondered how she had done the things she'd done. All she felt now was shame and embarrassment, yet she'd actually enjoyed sex with Barbara with complete abandon.
It was amazing, she thought, how a person's outlook could change so drastically under the influence of lust gone out of control. She wished she could keep from doing the things she did. More than anything else, she wanted just to be a “good” girl, as sh
e'd been taught to be. But what could she do when the base instincts of her flesh took control of all her feelings? It was as if her own body were her worst enemy—and how could she keep her body from reacting as it did?
“I... I don't know what to say,” she mumbled. “I'm sorry about what we did, Barbara.” She felt her eyes growing moist. “Maybe it was all my fault. I want you to know I'm not blaming you. I don't know... Sometimes I think I just must be no good. I don't know why it is, but it seems that I can't help doing things I shouldn't do, even though I know they're wrong.”
Barbara laughed at her, but tenderly. “Now, you're not going to go shy and silly on me, are you?” she asked, giving her wrist a warm squeeze. “You were doing so good back across the lake, really putting your heart into it... not to mention your tongue, dear. You're not going to start in sulking and having regrets and everything, are you?”
“I'm ashamed of myself,” Marilyn said, stung by what she took to be Barbara's lack of sensitivity for her feelings. “And you should be ashamed of yourself, too.”
“I thought you were taking all the blame.”
“Well... that doesn't mean what you did was right.”
“I don't agree with you at all, Marilyn; I don't think either of us did wrong. If you want my opinion, I think it's good for people's mental health for them to be uninhibited with each other.”
“But that wasn't just being uninhibited, what we did,” Marilyn said insistently as she stepped down to the sand after Barbara and started back along the shore beside her.
“Oh? Then what was it? I suppose you think it was a perversion?”
“It was! You don't say it wasn't, do you?”
“I most certainly do. All we were doing was having fun, and nobody can tell me there's anything wrong with that ”
“But it was Lesbianism... like you said,” Marilyn protested.
“It was not Lesbianism; it was just having fun. I said a girl's a Lesbian if she prefers sex with other girls. You don't mean to say that now you think you are that way, do you?”
“Of course not,” Marilyn answered softly, wishing desperately that Barbara would drop the whole conversation.