Both girls were silent after that, and then Tricia gulped and ventured to make a statement: "If you please, Miss Carson," she stammered out at length, "what makes you think that there's any truth at all to what you're saying?"
For an answer Sue Carson threw her head, back and laughed. There was a malice in that laugh, and a trace of sadism too. "Look, you little bitches," she told the sisters as soon as she was done laughing, "I'll come clean with you if you'll come clean with me. When I was you're age I dug the action any way I could find it: with guys, with gals, with dildos, you name it. And you want to know something? Both of you two little sluts have the exact same look on your faces that I had when I was your age. So there's no bullshitting Aunt Sue, because I see all and know all." She saw that the two sisters were still staring at her dumbly, and so she paused to chain-light a fresh cigarette and then stub out the old one. "The fact of the matter is," she went on, quite calmly and slowly, "that I could really get off on fucking both you two little pussies. And I really think that you'd both get off on it just as much as I would."
She paused for a moment to let those last few words sink in, and smiled inwardly when she saw that Daphne and Tricia were exchanging curious glances. The looks on their two faces seemed to be saying: should we? Shouldn't we? What the hell, what can we lose?
Tricia turned to face the older woman, and even as she spoke she was beginning to unbutton her dress and pull it off. "Miss Carson," she announced, grinning broadly all the while, "like they say in the movies, 'this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship'."
Afterwards it would have been impossible to tell which one of them had made the first move. Because they were all getting up at once and then collapsing into each other's arms. Tricia could feel somebody's mouth pressing hotly against her skin at the same time as she was lowering her lips down upon a naked expanse of tit. She didn't know which one was sucking her and she didn't know which one she was sucking. But she didn't care. That was something she liked about a lesbian relationship: there was no need for anyone to come out into the open, no need for emotions or feelings. It was just you fuck me and I'll fuck you, and the Devil take the hindmost.
By now there were three heaving body's rolling about on the floor, and three pairs of hands were trying to unbutton each other's clothing and peel it away. They couldn't wait to strip each other naked, to go down on each other's luscious boobs and glistening twats. Every one of these pussies wanted every other one with an intensity that they wouldn't have believed possible a few minutes previously.
"Fuck me, fuck me, finger-fuck me," Daphne moaned, already beginning to feel the mounting emotions rising within her hot body. "I want you inside me. I want you both inside me at once. Spread my cunt wide and take it, you bitches, I can't wait any longer."
Sue Carson grinned more widely than before. She didn't care who did what to which just so long as it was clearly understood by all that she was the one in charge of this little fuck-scene. "That's not the way to do it at all," she announced. "We're going to play a little game called chain-fuck. It's just like sixty-nining except we form a ring. Come on now, let's get going, because I'm getting hotter and hornier by the second."
The two Burns sisters stole a glance at each other, and then an instant later they were both on the floor, eagerly awaiting the touch of the older woman. "Damn it, I want you to fuck me," Daphne whispered, eyes closed and quivering in ecstatic passion. "I can't wait a minute longer, I've got to have your finger up my cunt right here and right now."
Sue Carson grinned again. She was looking forward to this, in fact she'd been dreaming of doing this ever since the first time she'd seen Hamilton's two delicious daughters. She was pleased that the two fresh young pussies wanted to get it on with her, but she wanted to take them on in such a way that it would be clear to both of them that she was the one in charge here, that she was the dominant one. When Sue Carson went to bed with Hamilton Burns or with another man she was glad to be the submissive one; that was her God-given role as a member of the female sex. But when it came time for some lesbian action, Sue wanted to see to it that she and she alone was the one who called the shots.
Daphne and her red haired sister Tricia were both lying on their sides on the floor now, both of them stark naked and both of them eager for some hot and heavy action. "Come on, now, Daphne," the older girl instructed. "We've all got to form a ring. I'll eat you out and you can eat Miss Carson out while she's going down on me. How's that sound to you?"
The younger blonde girl wrinkled up her nose in disgust, "It sounds shitty, that's how it sounds to me. You can eat me out any day of the week; right now the only tongue that I want up my crack belongs to Miss Carson. So I'll eat you out and you can eat her out," It was not often that Daphne overrode her older sister's decisions, but right now she was determined to be eaten out by the sassy young secretary, and she wasn't about to let her sister or anybody else stand in the way of that.
Tricia shrugged to show that it didn't make any difference to her. "Okay," she murmured softly to the younger girl, "you can eat me out, then." And with that she was placing her ample buttocks squarely upon the floor and spreading her young thighs seductively to reveal the moistly gleaming triangle of pussy-flesh that glistened so invitingly between them. "If you want it, Daphne," the older girl intoned, "you're just gonna have to come on and get it."
Daphne didn't say anything to that, because she was the sort of girl who believed that actions spoke louder than words. Licking her dry lips slightly with the edge of her moistened tongue, she leaned forward and then eagerly rammed her face downwards into the midst of that beautiful fur-pie muff. She began to orally caress the tight opening with thick sucking motions, quaffing bigger and bigger dollops of the hot pussy-juice with every passing moment.
Even as Tricia began to bask in the delicious sensation of being eaten out by her own sister, she was suddenly aware that a cunt even juicier and hotter than her own was rapidly bearing down upon her upturned girlish face. "Come on now, you little slut," it was Sue Carson speaking. "Come on and eat me out. That's what you're here for." And with that she dropped the full weight of her body down on top of Tricia's face, practically smothering her in the hot enfoldings of the slime-encrusted pussy. "Don't just lie there," the older woman gloated, clearly enjoying the red haired girl's helpless position. "Go on and eat me out. Make me cream all over your sweet little face."
Tricia Burns writhed helplessly, pinned as she was beneath a Mount Everest of labia. "How can I eat you out?" she managed to mumble through a double mouthful of fur pie. "I can hardly breathe under here." As she spoke she was writhing back and forth uncomfortably, trying to free herself. Her face was unbelievably hot, and it was getting even worse by the second. "Let me get some air first before I smother and then I'll be glad to eat you out," the red haired girl promised.
Sue grinned maliciously, and a twinge of sadistic pleasure thrilled through her nude anatomy, "Pussy first, then air," she promised. Sue was pretty well-versed in sexual turns-ons, but she had to admit that this was a whole new thing even to her. Imagine holding a teenage girl captive with a cunt. It was an exercise in sadism that neither one of the participates would soon forget.
Daphne had been sucking her sister's pussy all the while, but now she was impatient for Sue to stop talking and start going down on her. "For Christ's sake," the blonde girl complained. "How the fuck can you expect my sister to eat you out if she can't even breathe? Why don't you let up on her a little bit and then bring that sweet mouth of yours right on over here so that you can start eating me out?"
The words made sense to Sue, and she put aside her sadistic sexual tendencies for the moment so that they could all get down to some serious fucking and sucking. Eagerly she shifted her weight onto her hips so as to give the red haired Tricia some much-needed oxygen, and then even more eagerly she twisted her head around to bring it down firmly in the exact center of the blonde girl's glistening snatch. And then she began to suck on it, slowly at
first but getting faster and more frenzied all the time.
"Oh, honey, that feels good," Daphne moaned between mouthfuls of her sister's hot twat-sauce. "Just keep on eating me out like that and don't ever stop, Sue. I want this to just go on forever, it feels so good." And then she stopped talking and got back to pussy-eating, tonguing the moist crevice of her sister's hot snatch with her throbbing oral organ.
The pace was getting faster now, and the three lesbian lovers had formed a ring, each one making mouth-love to the twat and clit of the one in front of her, while at the same time being eaten out in turn by yet a third girl. For Daphne and Tricia it was a whole new and exciting experience, totally different from ay thing that they had ever done before, or even dreamt about. Sue Carson, needless to say, had done this kind of thing many times in the past. But it felt better this time than all of the other times put together, and she was sure that she knew the reason: it was because both of these girls were so young, so practically virginal. There was something about having sex with an innocent young girl that added an element of spice to fucking, a spice that one could never get from a sophisticated, mature woman of the world.
"Don't stop it!" Daphne whispered, hardly daring to believe that something this wonderful was actually happening to her. "Keep on eating me out. I love it! I LOVE IT!" She could feel her tight pelvis beginning to shudder in the preliminary throes of sweet orgasm. "Keep on eating me out, damn it!" Her whole body seemed to shake, as the tongue ground into her eager young clit.
"You stupid little bitch," Sue smiled as she spoke, "do you really think that I'm going to stop now? Now that I'm just getting into it? I'm going to eat you out until your juicy little twat is as dry as a goddamned bone." And even as she spoke she was burying her face even deeper into the awesome cavern of Daphne's juice-bloated pussy.
"Ohh, God, that tastes good," said Sue's voice.
"I'm glad you like it," said Daphne's voice.
"I'm going to eat you out now," said Tricia's voice.
"Can I watch?" said a fourth voice.
For a moment all three females froze in terrified panic. Then they began to turn slowly, to see who it was that had spoken to them. The voice they had heard had been a deep and gravely male voice, the sort of voice that one would expect to emerge from some sort of slavering sex-maniac. All three of the lesbian lovers were in great trepidation now, wondering exactly what manner of man had walked in here and caught them in the act.
They turned to look at him, and for a moment it seemed to both Daphne and Tricia that the man standing there was their father, and they squealed in terror. But then they saw that it was not Hamilton Burns at all, but rather another man who looked a good deal like him. The main distinguishing difference between the two though was that this man had a look of hedonistic wildness in his eyes, the sort of look that seemed to indicate a man who got his kicks from anything and everything. Both of the Burns girls knew that their father wasn't like that at all: Hamilton Burns enjoyed screwing chicks, and maybe spanking them once in a while, but they were sure that that was as far as he would go. Little did the two girls know how wrong they would turn out to be in this respect later on.
The grinning man who looked like their father stepped forward, and as he did so Tricia noticed that with his right hand he was delicately fingering a long black cheroot. Suddenly the light of recognition flickered into Tricia's eyes. "I know who you are," she exclaimed eagerly, squealing in girlish glee as she spoke. "You're our Uncle Paul!"
It had been more than fifteen years since she had last seen her father's brother. Tricia could barely remember him and Daphne had never seen him at all, although she had managed to piece together a fairly crude conception of him from what her father had said about him.
Paul Burns came towards them with a grin on his lascivious face, obviously pleased at having been recognized. "That's who I am, by crackies," he told her exultantly, "I told your daddy that I'd be arriving by train, and he should come and pick me up at the train station. Little did he know that I flew in." And then, almost as an afterthought, he added: "By plane, that is." He took a few steps towards his two naked nieces, and as he did so his lust-filled eyes happened to catch sight of the third naked female form, which was that of Sue Carson. "I don't believe I know who you are," he confessed to her. Then, almost as an after thought, he added: "Who are you?"
She stood up readily, making no attempt whatsoever to conceal her unclad form from this man. "I'm Sue Carson," she informed him, "your brother Hamilton's secretary."
"Secretary, hey?" The ex-vaudevillian allowed his eyes to rove freely up and down the girl's naked physique. "When I was your age we didn't call gals like you our 'secretaries'. We said that they were our 'relatives' from out of town, by crackies. Hee, hee, hee!" And then the man was dissolving into a fit of helpless laughter.
The three naked females exchanged questioning glances. It was patently obvious to all three of them that as long as this refugee from a crematorium was around there would be no lesbian fucking and sucking in sight for any of them. Grasping the true nature of the situation, Tricia decided that it was up to her to make the first move. Moving toward her uncle, and trying to assume the virginal look of innocent young schoolgirl, she asked him coquettishly, "Uncle Paul, instead of just watching the three of us get it on together, why don't you join us? It'll be a lot more fun that way."
For a few seconds her uncle looked so startled that Tricia didn't think he had heard the question right. "Are you asking me to FUCK, child?" he screeched at her, as though not daring to believe his ears. "Why, you young whippersnapper, I'll have you know that I haven't engaged in the sinful pleasures of the flesh since nineteen-oh-fifty-eight. That was when my late wife and I were doing the two-a-day back in Asshole, Wisconsin. It was an open-air theatre, and it rained for three weeks solid, so the whole town floated away. Me and Babs were stranded in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do, so we fucked." And then, almost as an afterthought, he added: "That bitch sure could give head, by crackles!"
"Never mind about your vaudeville days," Tricia cut in hastily, coming ever closer to her uncle as she spoke. Her breasts were hard and erect by this time, quivering with excitement and ready for some action. "My sister and Miss Carson here are trying to have a little fun, and we don't like to have people hanging around and watching. So either come on and join us or else leave us alone and come back later." She paused for a moment to let the words sink in, since she wasn't too certain about her uncle's ability to comprehend words of more than one letter. Then, thinking that she actually detected a glimmer of understanding on the old man's face, she said, "So what's it gonna be? Either join us or leave us alone, but don't hang around watching us."
Upon hearing that, Uncle Paul's face split open into a grin so broad that for a moment Tricia was afraid his mouth would go all the way around his face and his head would fall off. "Why I'd just love to fuck a fine young pussy like yourself, by crackies," he drawled leisurely. "So just give me a minute to get these here clothes off and then we'll just let nature take its course." And then, almost as an after thought, he added, "By crackies!"
It took only a few seconds for Uncle Paul to rip all his clothes off and stand naked before them. Looking at the unclad man both of the Burns girls and their friend Sue were all pleasantly surprised. They had expected to see the naked body of a withered old man, with wrinkles galore and testicles that dangled down to his knees, but instead of that they found themselves admiring a trim and almost youthful body, one that almost any male would envy. A body that was rather obviously eminently suited for sexual activities of every sort.
He could see that the three sluttish females like his body and he was glad that they found it attractive. "Okay, you young pussies," he roared out exuberantly, "I think it's time for an old-timer to start showing you a trick or two." And with that he was coming steadily closer to the trio of tawdry bitches, his cock rising steadily as his sexual excitement mounted to a fever pitch.
Sue Carso
n seemed to actually be interested in this. At her first glance of the man she had dismissed him as a senile old coot, who got his rocks off fucking knotholes, but now that she was getting to know him better she could see that he might make an extremely interesting fuck-partner indeed. "I think I'll take this guy on," she murmured to the two throbbing Burns sisters. "You can keep eating each other out."
Daphne drew her mouth up into a youthful pout. "Why should we let you have the cock all to yourself?" she complained bitterly. "Irish and I live together, we can suck each other off any time we like. But we're never gonna have a chance to get it on with Uncle Paul here!"
Tricia was having similar ideas, but she wanted this man all to herself. "You're too young for him, Daphne," the red haired girl declared staunchly. "Why don't I try him on for size and you and Sue here can keep on doing what you were doing."
"Nuts to that," Daphne complained. "I want Uncle Paul to shove his meat up my hole."
"Nuts to both of you," Sue Carson cut in, "I'm the boss here, and say that I get him. Understand?"
"Oh yeah?" And then the three naked vixens were scratching and clawing at each other, each of them desperate for the honor of being the first one to spread her legs for this man. Seeing that fighting amongst themselves would do no good at all they all jumped on top of the guy simultaneously, snatching at his prick with all six hands and each of them trying to cram it into a twat, a mouth or an asshole all at the same time.
At that instant there was a splintering noise, and then a voice was saying something that sounded like: "Aha!" Instantly both girls looked up from the tangle of balls and tits to see who it was that had spoken.
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