maze of black pubic hair, and Nancy's eyes widened at the voracious sight in front of her. Greedily, she ran her eyes over the moist throbbing folds, the jagged edges of her cuntal hole, which were pulsing slightly, the darkened crinkled skin of her anus, barely noticeable wedged between the full rounded folds of her buttocks.
The blue veins stood out prominently against her smooth inner thighs and above the upraised mound, her flat stomach quivered. Raising her eyes, Nancy could see the shivering mounds of Iris' breasts, the nipples still flush with the flowing pink areolae. The tanned orbs rose up proudly, forming a deep golden valley. Nancy swept her eyes down the finely sculpted form of the older woman, and noted the fine sweep of her hips, the tiny puckered navel which gave way to a thin line of jet black hairs which fell all the way to her dark pubic triangle.
Then her gray eyes darted back automatically to the sight in front of her. She raised a finger and guided it toward the tight quivering little apex. She felt Iris jerk back from the touch of her finger on her open vaginal alit, but continued to stroke the narrow furrow, digging in underneath the shielding outer lips. She ran the tip of her finger along the ragged edges of the pale mauve inner lips and touched the sensitive button of her clitoris. A violent spasm convulsed through Iris as she felt an alien finger on her most erogenous area. But the finger remained in place and began to gently stroke the tiny tip, coaxing it into hardness. Nancy could feel the tip growing under her touch and continued her massaging, reveling in the sight of the growing miniature cock. She could see that the outer lips were beginning to swell with passion — they assumed a reddish color and began to throb visibly. She dropped her finger to the viscous opening and probed tentatively at it, sending fresh shudders spasming through the older woman. She inserted the tip of her finger inside the moist opening, and immediately the walls contracted the closed in around her finger and began an involuntary but rhythmic throbbing movement. She insinuated her finger further in, and began to swirl it gently around. To her surprise, this made Iris moan with pleasure — little whimpers of joy came from her, and her hips began a slight, but definite, rotation on the skewering finger.
John was amazed. He was witness of the slight flush which was spreading over his wife's body, and he could hardly believe his ears when he heard her begin to whine with pleasure. He released his strong grip on her legs, and they immediately folded up and tried to encircle the girl who was laboring between them. Shaking his head in disbelief, John sat back, happy with his ringside view of the exciting show.
Reluctantly, Nancy withdrew her finger from the tempting hole, and began to massage Iris' inner thighs. The withdrawal elicited gasps of outrage from Iris but she was somewhat mollified by the sensuous caresses which Nancy was lavishing on her thighs. Then, Nancy pushed the thighs further apart, and pressed back on her knees, so that Iris' legs were raised up and Nancy had a better view and closer access to her womanhood.
Slowly, Nancy lowered her head towards the warm visibly pulsating spot.
'Mmmmmmmm…' Iris sighed as she felt Nancy's cool tongue make contact with her involuntarily moistening cunt. Little ripples of pleasure raced along her flesh, and a sensuous serpentlike writhing again followed involuntarily. Nancy began to lick at the soft skin, her tongue swirling here and there, lapping up the delicious cunt-nectar. The tip probed into every nook and cranny, every hidden crevice of her cunt, searching, seeking, drawing out every last drop of seeping vaginal honey. It played with the burgeoning bud of her clitoris, tantalizing it. It darted into the roseate cuntal opening, which blossomed open like a flower over the darting organ. Nancy surged forward, her tongue working frantically, twirling, slashing inside the older woman's now steaming depths. Deeper and deeper it plunged, lashing around in her hungrily contracting vaginal sheath. On and on she slavered, plowing her frenzied tongue in and withdrawing it out again, making wet sluicing sounds as it plopped out. She ran the length of it down to where the little anal mouth lay hidden, and dabbed at the tiny puckered nether entrance. The strange sensation made her clench her smooth buttock spheres together but the ubiquitous tongue found its way and began to brush teasingly over the clenched mouth of her rectum.
Her hips began to wave in time to the probing rhythm of the organ digging into her, and the ripples gave way to great waves of tumultuous pleasure. She closed her eyes, giving her body over completely to the torrential ecstasy. God, she had no idea it would be as good as this. The thought that this was depraved, this enjoyment of a little girl's body crossed Iris' mind, but she blanked it out. All that really counted was the delicious pleasure that this girl-child was giving to her hungry love-denied cunt. The sensations that swept through her at the tantalizing swipe of the girl's tongue were greater than she had ever experienced before. The maddening lashes were whipping her into a maniacal frenzy and with superhuman strength she tore her arms away from Carla's imprisoning grip and flung them down on Nancy's head. Desperately, she pushed the girl's head down even further between her legs. She could feel Nancy's hot breath explode from her body and pour into her widened vagina, adding to her tremendous pleasure. She raised her knees up even further and clasped the girl around the sides of her head, imprisoning her even more securely.
Nancy's entire face was now covered by Iris' voracious cunt and the warmness of the woman's body heated her own flushed visage. She could feel Iris' hands digging into her head, pushing her down and she thought she would suffocate. But she kept on slavering, her reptilian tongue working furiously, lewdly inciting the older woman to even greater abandon.
John was mesmerized by the scene. He had no idea that the depraved act would affect his wife so much. He had never seen her like this, not even in the throes of their most uninhibited lovemaking. A momentary pang of jealousy stabbed him but he suppressed it. After all, who was he to deny his wife her pleasure, whatever way she found it, particularly in view of the way he had found his? So he contented himself with being an audience to the perverted scene, his eyes fixed with a glassy stare, anxious not to miss a single second of it.
Carla, too, was hypnotized by the lewd slavering. She was well acquainted with Nancy's active tongue, and watching the older woman being favored with its thrilling touch, she felt herself cheated and wanted to feel the same pleasure that it was obvious Iris was feeling.
She could see that Iris needed no restraining grasp from her so she was going to take her pleasure where she could find it, too.
Her attention was drawn to the madly flicking tongue of Iris, darting out, trying to coat her parched lips with saliva. Her mouth was half open, and her eyes were rolling crazily in her head, and she was tossing from side to side, her hands locked tightly, in Nancy's hair.
Bending over, Carla reached out and touched one of Iris' bouncing breasts. She felt it stiffen under her touch and the nipple leaped into longitude, pulling the brownish surrounding skin with it, making it wrinkle and squirm. She toyed with the other bud, pulling and tweaking it until it, too, jutted out from the golden flesh of her breast.
Lowering herself still further, she closed her mouth over one of the flushed buds, and began to suck fiercely on it.
The new sensation sent streaks of ecstasy rocketing through Iris and her mind was lost in a lustful daze of pleasure. She didn't know who was sucking and licking her breasts and she didn't care. The, important thing was that they were getting attention, and what attention!
Carla trapped the burgeoning bud in her mouth, holding it with her teeth, and wrapping her lips around her breast, until almost half of the firm fleshy mound was buried in her mouth. Then she began to tease the incarcerated nipple, biting at the areola, and flicking her tongue into the tip.
Iris writhed from this incredible new feeling, and tried to push her chest up to enclose more and more of her twin orbs in that delicious velvety mouth.
Carla's hair hung down and grazed delightfully against her body, trailing in the deep cleft of her breasts, and tickling her sides. Carla released her tit and started to trace a hot wet snaillike path over her whole upper body. She slavered over her throat, her neck, her ears, until finally, she came to Iris' lips.
Iris blanched. She didn't know if she could take this — a woman's lips fully on hers, but she didn't have time to decide. Carla was pressing her full lips down on the older woman's, and began to kiss her, a long deep soulful kiss. Gently, Carla pried Iris' teeth apart, and inserted her tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth. Carla's tongue darted forward, and finding Iris' inert organ, began to challenge it, until involuntarily, Iris' tongue rose up and began to dance with Carla's. The two organs entwined, and they swirled around and around. Iris felt her head twirling with her tongue. This kiss was like nothing she had felt before. She wanted this girl's tongue down her throat. She began to suck it in, trying to draw it entirely into her mouth, while her own tongue fenced madly, dashing back and forth, playing with the other. Then she reversed it. Iris insinuated her tongue into Carla's mouth, and pressed forward, making Carla gag from the pressure of Iris' tongue pulsating against her larynx.
Then, to Iris' dismay, she felt Carla withdraw and move away from her. Disappointment crowded in on her
