Chapter 5

A week later, Liz was lazing happily in bed, languidly reliving the night before. One of the surprising things that had happened, once the embrace of sexual freedom had captured them all in intense pleasure seeking, was that they all turned from resenting their isolation to luxuriating in it. Another surprising effect was that the petty arguments that had occasionally aggravated their lives completely disappeared. It was hard to get angry at anyone with whom you had shared orgiastic release hours before, and knew would be a partner soon again. Instead, any disagreement was settled in a relaxed, conversational way.

Bob and Ricky spent hours in the jungle practicing with firearms, and left Liz and Didi to themselves much of the day. The two women explored each other's bodies in slow, lasting love making, in the water, in the jungle, in the gym, and most often in their beds. As they became more experienced, they found it was possible to make climaxes last ten or fifteen minutes by building to their completion very slowly, and avoiding intense action. A nipple to a clitty, a tongue in a bottom, a gentle squeezing of cuntlips could all produce rolling orgasms of incredible sweetness.

They thought of these sessions as counterpoints to the more intense animal enjoyment of the interplay of their bodies with the men. Between the four people, imaginative coupling combined with simple one on one fucking. They all loved watching each other in the throes of sexual lust, as though they could share each other's pleasure. This did not keep one couple or another from private moments, and no seeking of experience was criticized. Liz was amazed at the sudden return of Bob's vitality, and sought every chance to reward him with all the enthusiasm she could muster. He loved eating pussy, and would occasionally throw either woman to the sand or the floor without warning, sending each into roaring cums with his skilled mouth and big tongue.

All in all, if the threat that had brought them here could be resolved, Liz wasn't at all sure she wanted to leave. She seemed to be the most imaginative inventor of fantasies, and the most able to ignore thoughts of returning to civilization. She speculated vaguely about being able to return here for months at a time once the trials were over. The idea of bringing new partners had often occurred to her, though that was a surprise she intended to keep to herself.

As she lay there, her daughter appeared at her door. "Hey lazybones, aren't you going to get up? It's a beautiful day." Liz smiled and asked "Aren't you interested in a little cuddle with your Mum, dear? A little morning delight? What did that brute do to you last night?" Didi had ended the evening with Bob in her room. "Ooooh he reamed my ass, Mommy. I came twice." "Well, come let me examine the damage, darling."

Didi grinned. God, her mother was a sexpot. She let her robe slide to the floor, and skinned off her thong. As she drew the sheet from Liz's body, she wiggled to the mattress beside the blonde vixen, and spread her legs to the smiling gaze and avid eyes. As she felt a hungry mouth begin a slow exploration of her pussy and asshole, she gave herself to the languid pleasure so unique to her relationship with her mother. Her eyes closed as she relaxed in a soft embrace of the oral caresses now so familiar and welcome.

Liz luxuriated in the erotic examination of her daughter's young, blooming charms. Her lips and tongue lightly touched the hood protecting her lovely clitoris, and the pink flesh twitched, starting to expose it's sensitive flesh. But there was no rush. Her attention drifted slowly down to the knees bent and flared out to allow access to Didi's bottom by her hungry mouth. Liz licked behind the knees, making them straighten, because it was such a sensitive spot. The flat of her tongue lazily traced the tender skin, drawing a sigh.

Her breath flowed onto the light, almost invisible hairs on the inside of her child's thighs. Italian blood made this hair slightly thicker than her own, and she savored its texture with the tip of her tongue, wetting the skin as well. Liz took a deep breath, smelling the soap Didi had bathed with, but also the unique odor of her whole body. The beginnings of her vaginal cream smell drifted down to join these perfumes. Shaking her blonde hair on this skin caused a whimper from the black haired teenager so happy to be adored this special way.

Near the puffy twat, the hair was heavier, and since it was trimmed a slight stubble registered on the feasting tongue and lips. The skin beneath was softer, and felt almost like butter. Then the labia, also slightly raspy, but whose skin was not only soft but pliable, moving freely as Liz pushed at it with her tongue. The musky smell of cream was dominating the others now. This was the most exciting area, full of nerves that zinged with pleasure as they reacted to the light touch. Didi's young cunt lips had no wrinkles that would come with age, just firm moist pinkness wet with juice. Liz licked at it, luxuriating in the sweet purity of this essence.

It was a game with them, a lovely competition to see how long caresses could last before need overtook them. As Liz began licking deeper inside the tunnel now oozing constantly, Didi's hips were starting to writhe anxiously. Liz could look up now and see the firm boobs jiggling slightly with her movements, and the face starting to frown with excitement. The girl's lower lip was sucked in, as sensation began building up in her writhing groin. You lose, my darling, thought Liz. She always did, because her vigorous body reacted so strongly to sexual tension.

She began to lick downwards, past the fuckhole to the small creased tissue below the slit, then into the recess where the puckered rim of assflesh hid. There was a little redness around it, from her husband's thick cock, and she licked the area gently, as though to soothe its inflamation. But the effect was to speed the humping hips, and start whimpers from her daughter's mouth. "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy" groaned the young vixen. Liz pushed her tongue inside the rim, curling it slightly, and the result was a sharp cry of pleasure. The hips bucked harder.

Liz loved ministering to Didi's body like this without seeking release of her own. It made concentrating on her lover's reactions, and stimulating them skillfully, much easier. Her daughter's happiness at going from frustrating celibacy to having two big cocks and her mother's attention filled Liz with pleasure for the young teen. There was no need to worry about too little human contact now.

"Mommy, go ahead, get me off, please Mmmommy. I want a cummmm." Liz returned to the clitoris now stiffened in excitement at the top of the foaming slit. Her lips closed around it, and she sucked as her tongue butterflied the tip, concentrating on keeping it captured in spite of the now wildly wiggling pubic mound. The feeding mother gently began caressing the lower abdomen above her hungry mouth, pressing tenderly on the inflamed flesh around the pretty pubic mound. Her mouth stayed glued to the love button stiff inside her lips.

Her hands began moving upwards, arriving languidly at the firm titties bouncing slightly on her daughter's chest. She began pinching the engorged nipples, while her fingers kneaded the firm pillows so succulent in their glory. Their exercise kept the young globes from sagging the slightest bit. Liz loved her lovely daughter's writhing pleasure as she reacted to her fierce need for release. "Suck Mommy, oooooh suck hard."

The blonde head skillfully feasted in the wet, warm cunt writhing around her mouth. The smell of Didi's flowing cream, the heat of her inflamed flesh, and the ecstatic movements of the puffy, excited slit made her feel like a perfect mother, giving her daughter everything she wanted. Her moaning signalled the approach of her fulfillment, and Liz felt it was a gift she was giving.

Didi began groaning as her climax crested sweetly. She was flushed all over, blooming in the sensual fulfillment so welcome and wonderful. "Mommy, Mommy what a cummmmmm." She arched her pussy up to the enveloping mouth that kept her keening gently, waves of orgasm rolling inside her youthful loins. Liz expertly manipulated her clitty, maintaining a steady pressure that made the sense of completion keep going. The raven haired teen moaned and twisted in exultation at the driving tongue in her slit. She creamed heavily as the glow seemed to envelop her whole being. It went on and on, and she lost conscious awareness of anything but the sensation overwhelming her senses.

It lasted nearly ten minutes, slowly easing to a warm lethargy. As her mind regained some function, she whispered "Can I get you off too, Mom?" Liz chuckled, and said "No darling, I'm saving my energy for a surprise for my sexy family." Dimly, Didi wondered what her mother was cooking up, and raised her head to search the eyes still between her legs. "You mean you're keeping a secret from us?"

"Yes dear, but there's no reason except to increase the fun. I've been doing a little animal training." Didi had noticed Liz wandering off alone in the afternoons the last couple of days. "You like shocking surprises, don't you Mom." As the two hugged together, Liz whispered "You'll see, dear. And once I've shown you, I bet you'll appreciate it."

The older woman had stumbled on a python sunning on the beach one day. At first, she had been afraid, but fascinated at the five foot long beast, nearly two inches thick. It moved slowly, and its undulations were curious. Liz would have sworn, that first day, that it was ogling her. As she lay on the sand beside it, the head moved closer to her, the tiny tongue flicking out. It's eyes were hypnotic, and the blonde just lay there as it approached. She knew they were not venomous, and hunted by squeezing prey to death. It wasn't big enough to hurt her that way.

The snake crawled slowly between her legs, and its stiff, pulsating tongue twitched at the thong covering her twat. It must be the smell, she thought. Gently, Liz pulled the cloth away, exposing her cuntflesh. Her stomach was churning with the risk, but her intuition was encouraging her impulse to see what the animal wanted. The snake very gently inserted its head between her labial folds, then a couple of inches down her vagina. It twisted around a little, seeming to explore. It was curious feeling, but not very sexy. Liz had chuckled that first day, and the slight noise had scared the beast into backing out. It crawled slowly away.

But it came back the next day, to the same place, and when she walked up, it almost seemed to recognize her. She had brought a towel, and spread it out. Protected from the coarse sand, she stripped off the thong, and lay down. The snake slithered over immediately, and as its head again entered her pussy, stretched against the skin of her leg, moving gently back and forth. Liz found she could stroke the area behind the head, and the snake seemed to enjoy the petting. She found that the longer the head stayed inside her, the more lethargic and relaxed it became. It was then she realized it would be possible to use him (only a male would have been so brave, she thought) to put on a show. She spent the rest of the afternoon, and all the next day training the animal to do more than just enter her and lay there.