vagina, he found the erectly pulsing shaft of her clitoris. Wildly, he began to lick up and down the hard, little bud, the tip of his tongue searching for the sensitive head of the miniature phallus, and her pussy ground down hard against his lips in insane gyrations. Damn! She's almost ready to cum! The knowledge goaded him to even greater effort, as his wet tongue danced tantalizingly right on the lust-throbbing head of her clitoral bud.
Suddenly, she moaned around the thick root of his penis, her body spasming jerkily, hips grinding and her breath coming in panting gasps through her nose. He guessed that she had come to a soaring climax while still sucking voraciously on his expanding cock. Only unintelligible sounds seemed to emanate from deep in her throat and chest, animal-like.
Birdie Wilson's body was quiet then, the convulsive spasms giving way to tiny tremblings, which he could feel in the smooth flesh of her inner thighs where his hands still spread the lips of her cunt open to his lewdly plundering tongue. He went right on, his tongue licking her clitoris now with insane desire, as he felt the burning sensation of beginning climax; the molten lava of his semen was almost ready to erupt from him. Oh, Christ! Suck it… hard! Suck at! Suck it! SUCK IT!
He found himself slamming his hips up at her face to drive his demanding cock deeper yet into her mouth… and then it was there for him. He came! The scalding stream rushed jet like the length of his thrusting, expanding cock; his brain was caught in a sensation of suspended time and place; and there was nothing but the feel of his penis jerking wildly and spewing' forth his load of viscid sperm deep into her mouth. He could feel her throat working, heard the muted sound of it, as she swallowed and sucked, swallowed and sucked, his penis a concentrated mass of sensation, his balls tingling, and he roared through clenched teeth gutturally, a meaningless, feral sound of completion. God! It was pure ecstasy!
As from a distance he heard her. She was saying words, words he couldn't understand for a moment of two. Finally, his senses cleared and he understood what she wanted, for her pussy was undulating again, down against his mouth. 'Oh good God! Kurt… darling! Don't stop… now!- Don't… stop!'
She was kneeling up over him, her heated pussy pressing down hard against his mouth and nose and cutting off his breathing. He knew, that she was going to cum again… but there was little he could do for her.
Using the muscular strength of his arms, he pushed up against her thighs, causing her to pitch forward; she caught herself on her hands, looked back at him and groaned, 'What the hell…?'
'Stay like that… with your ass up in the air!' Kurt told his friend's wife, while he quickly scrambled down behind her, his hands going out to spread and hold her cunt's lips apart. Then, he dropped his head down, his tongue shooting out to tantalize her clitoris again stimulatingly.
'Oh, that's it… darling!' she mewled.
Before his eyes was the tiny, crinkling orifice of her anal passage. He-could see it working tremblingly and decided on the instant that he would bring her to the absolute pinnacle.
Dipping his middle finger into the moisture that exuded wetly from her openly spread cunt-lips, he brought it up to begin a teasing circle of the tightly puckered ring of her rear passage. She recoiled with the first touch, then her hips undulated back against his tantalizing finger, and he heard her whine pleadingly, 'Go ahead… and do it, darling! Shove your finger in my ass!'
He did. He rammed his finger all the way to the palm in one smooth thrust. Birdie wailed keenly with the temporary pain of it, but in the next instant her loins backed grindingly against it to absorb his worming finger completely. For good measure, Kurt used his thumb, too. He thrust it deeply into the pink moistness of her vaginal opening, while at the same time his tongue licked at her clitoral bud.
Then, he began to move both his thumb and middle finger in a fucking motion in and out of both passages at the same time.
'Aaaaagh!' she groaned. 'Oh, God… darling, that feels… so absolutely out of this world!'
For not more than a dozen strokes, he ravished her genitals, doubly, before she almost literally exploded into her second orgasm. Convulsively, she thrust back against him, and with a full-throated scream, she came.
'Aaaaaauuugggh! Gooddddd! I'm ccccuuummmiiinnng! Aaaaagggghhhh!'
Slowly, then, she sagged down -to the soft mattress, her breath uncontrolled, soft mewls of satisfaction emitting from her lips. As she collapsed, Kurt's thumb and finger were forced from her wetly clinging cunt and the smooth spongy depths of her rectum, and when she was prone on the bed he crawled up and lay down beside her on his side. After a few moments, she crept into the circle of his arms, feeling wholly and completely satiated.
They lay there for some time quietly, each enjoying the delicious aftermath of sexual satisfaction. Then, reluctantly, Kurt forced himself to stir. 'I've got to get home, Birdie,' he whispered. 'There's a little job I have to do bright and early in the morning. I've got to make up with my little sister.'
Birdie kissed him a last time on the lips, soft and warm. 'Okay, honey,' she sighed, pulling her dressing gown off the bedpost and wrapped it around her shoulders.
'I'll see you tomorrow evening when I get up there.'
Chapter 3
Bill Wilson had already put his key in the lock of his apartment door by the time Kurt had gotten his clothes back on and had reached the living room of the Wilsons' apartment. Hearing the sound of his friend arriving home, Kurt sat down on the sofa, glad to be able to have a few words with Bill before he went home.
'Oh, Kurt, it's you!' said Bill cheerfully when he recognized his buddy. 'Hey, man, what time are you and Stacey leaving in the morning? Birdie and I have to come up later-she's got to work until 3:30 in the afternoon. You think you and Stacey will be all right until us chaperones get there?' Bill laughed then, sitting down on the sofa next to Kurt.
Reminded of the situation with his younger sister, Kurt looked a bit downcast. 'I don't know, Bill,' he answered. 'I kind of got into trouble with Stacey tonight. I tried to… you know… what we were talking about the other day… I tried to screw her when we came down from the swimming pool. I just couldn't wait any longer, man, she just looked so cute in her little bikini and everything.'
'Out of sight, man! Good for you!' exclaimed Bill, slapping Kurt on the back. 'I'm glad you finally got your nerve up to give it a try! How did it go? Did she let you get anywhere?'
'Well, I guess she kind of did in a way. I ended up cumming in her hands, man, like a dumb kid. She wouldn't let me get any closer than that. But then, now that you mention it, she did let me suck her pussy for a while. I guess I should consider that I got pretty far, huh?'
'That was great, man!' said Bill happily. 'Don't worry about a thing. If she let you do all of that, she really wants it as bad as you do, man. But she's young, she's a virgin, you've just got to take your time with her. Don't rush things. Wait until she gets up to the cabin with you tomorrow, then see what happens. I bet you twenty bucks you'll be able to screw her before we come back to work.'
Kurt laughed then, thinking, that maybe his friend had a point. 'Well,' he said, smiling still, 'I'll give it a try. But I sure was mad tonight when the thing didn't go over. I came over here to cry on Birdie's shoulder, and she told me the same thing you're saying now.'
'That's good, man,' said Bill reassuringly. 'And whenever you get Stacey free of her old Victorian hang-ups, I sure would like to have a crack at her, too. That is, if you don't mind, big brother!' He laughed and slapped Kurt on the back again playfully.
Kurt really liked Bill, just the way he was. He was a great friend, someone you could count on for help and encouragement. It had taken Kurt quite a while to understand Bill. He had never met anyone before who was as carefree and generous as he was. It was hard for Kurt to believe there could even be a husband who was so completely nonpossessive about his own wife. But Birdie and Bill loved each other. They had worked out an arrangement whereby both of them could have their freedom to do as they liked, and yet they were as close and in love as any two people had ever been. After a while, Kurt had come to realize that Birdie wanted to make love to him, and that it was going to be okay with Bill if he did so.
Even then, he had held back, unable to bring himself to make love to his friend's wife. But he had realized that Bill actually wanted him to do it, that he was leaving him a thousand opportunities and chances to be alone with Birdie. Then, finally, one day, Bill had taken him aside, explaining the way it was with them, and telling him how
