and tears started to form in her eyes.
But suddenly, a weight descended on her face and she felt her breath cut off and her vision darkened. Something warm, moist, clinging, was on her face. It was Carla! For a moment, Iris was put off-guard by the sweet fragrance of Carla's cunt — it smelled of beautiful roses, and the softness of it clung tantalizingly to her face. She felt Carla settle herself over her, burying her nose and mouth in her cunt.
Gingerly, Iris extended the tip of her tongue and it flicked briefly at the tender outer area. Carla flinched from the wonderful touch and Iris, encouraged by her reaction, reached her tongue out again and swept it along the full length of the young furrow.
'Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh…' Carla sighed, her hands falling to caress Iris' upper face and hair.
Iris' tongue swept out and began to kiss the soft feathery down on Carla's pubes, leaving it wet and slick like a kitten that has just been washed. She tripped her tongue along the outer lips, tasting her pungent woman- odor, and licking at the tender inner folds. Her tongue found the crinkled edges of her fine little lips, and sucked on the minute fringes. She dabbed at the tiny clitoris, nestling just below the dark curtain of hair, and teased the very tip, feeling it already beginning to stiffen. Her tongue roamed around, testing her and searching there, until it found the petallike flower of her cunt. It flicked at the sensuous opening and Carla gasped and sighed above her, grinding her hips down over Iris in a desperate attempt to suck the organ into her inner cuntal depths.
Iris reamed her tongue forward, slicing into the wet, open pussy flesh. It jumped around inside her cunt, slashing and poking at the hidden walls, the dark and secret corners of Carla's cunt.
Iris had never believed that orally fucking another woman could be so heavenly as this. At the same time, the intense tongue fucking she was getting below incited her to greater action, striving to give Carla the magnificent satisfaction she herself was getting. She felt an overwhelming love and desire for these two beautiful young girls, and she wanted to lave their bodies with her own love juice.
So she slaved on, her tongue working like a demon possessed of a will of its own, and she was rewarded by the frenetic jerking of Carla above, who was writhing and twisting, caught in the whirlwind of a tremendous joy.
Opening her eyes, she saw that Carla's eyes were squeezed shut. Her beautiful face was flushed and her mouth was opening and closing like a bellows. Her small breasts, terminating in unbelievably crimson points were dancing with the force of her thrashing. A thin trickle of sweat was running down the valley of her breasts to her navel where it disappeared in the little hole.
Her taut stomach was pounding in and out, and a faint sheen of perspiration covered the entire smooth plain. Her dark pubic curls, sparse as they were, were still damp from her ministrations, and Iris could see the cords standing out on the girl's thighs, so tightly was she clasping at her head.
Iris could feel Nancy's hands digging into her asscheeks, and her cunt felt numb from the drubbing it was receiving from Nancy's young voracious tongue.
Iris felt her own hips begin to jerk like a whiplash, and suddenly her entire body took up the dance, and she was flailing like a dervish. An overwhelming tide of pleasure washed over her and spasm after spasm of convulsive rapture shook her body. Gurgles of insane shrieks tried to escape from her throat but the words caught and blew unheard into the wide splayed cunt of the girl sitting on her face. But then, as surely as if she'd said it herself, Iris heard: 'I'm cuuummmiiiiinnnnggggg!!' It was Carla, and she began to pound her loins even more brutally into Iris' gasping face, until she thought she would be broken into bits.
Through her satiated eyes, Iris could see Carla's arms waving akimbo, and her body was thrashing and spinning out of control. Her own body still twitched from the last licks which Nancy was administering, and the madly cavorting figure of Carla pulled Iris over until all three of them were writhing in unadulterated passion, arms and legs and cunts and mouths entwined, until they all finally lay still, the warm juices of their orgasms still flowing from their womanly orifices.
Chapter Eight
Slowly, sanity returned to Iris' lust-depraved mind. Her body felt sticky and hot and it was with an effort that she managed to drag her frame up off the ground. She was aware of John standing over her, staring at her. He had been enthralled by the lewd sight of the three naked women fucking each other, and he was only just recovering from the spellbinding sight.
The two girls were swimming off the outward evidence of their lust, and were romping around like water babies, and just as innocent.
She stared back at the triumphant stare of her husband, and then, averting her eyes, she struggled into her dress. Turning her back on him, she limped into the forest, where she found her horse waiting.
She rode slowly back to the house, her cunt still sore from the intense oral fucking she had experienced. Her thoughts were full of the two girls. She was surprised at her own reaction to their lovemaking — it had never occurred to her that she could be aroused by female sex. And yet, here it was. She had been awakened like she had never been before!
She thought about John, remembering how she had come upon him and the girls naked in the woods. He had been giving them lessons, all right, but not in swimming, she thought.
Approaching the house, she was surprised to see a strange car in the driveway. It was a large luxurious limousine, and she could see somebody, who looked like a chauffeur, sitting inside it. Feeling worried, she turned the mare out in the paddock and hurriedly walked toward the house, trying to smooth down her wrinkled shift and shake the brambles out of her hair.
She went directly into the office, and stopped short when she saw a tall, strikingly handsome man seated in there, leafing through a magazine.
He stood up when she came in, and smiled at her, a dazzling smile which transformed his face from merely handsome to totally sensual.
'I'm Peter Stafford,' he said, extending his hand. 'You must be Mrs. Harrault.'
'Yes, I'm Iris Harrault,' she stammered, shaking his hand.
'I've heard a lot about you,' he went on. 'Carla wrote and told me that she is really enjoying camp this year, for a change!'
Carla! Her numb brain shouted, then this must be her father! Good God, what does he know? Did she tell him?
'Carla tells me that she has really grown up in the last few weeks,' he went on in his smooth sophisticated voice. 'It looks like quite a place you've got here!'
'I–I'll show you around if you like!' she said, avoiding his eyes.
Grown-up! she thought dazedly. Does that mean that she told him everything about John, and that he's here to take her away — and God knows what else? Her confused thoughts rambled on, as she lead him out of the office. She knew that Mr. Stafford was a very influential man, being a magazine publisher, and that if they could only get a good recommendation from him, their financial troubles would be over and the future of the camp secure.
'How is Carla, incidentally?' he asked, stopping, halfway down the drive, and looking at her intently with piercing blue eyes.
'She — she's fine,' Iris mumbled.
'I had some business in Albany, and I thought I'd drop by here and say hello, on my way back to New York. Is she around?'
'She's at the lake; she'll be back in an hour or so,' Iris answered, her face beet red.
They walked around the immediate grounds, and Iris showed him the buildings and stables.
As they walked back towards the house, Stafford said: 'You know, it seems like a great place here! I think I'll tell my friends about it so their kids can get the benefits that Carla has!'
Iris could contain herself no longer. She burst into harsh, racking sobs which tore themselves from her very core.
Stafford was surprised, but immediately took the situation in hand.
'What is it, Mrs. Harrault?' he asked, 'is it something I said?'
