Chapter 8: And Two to Go

"Let me try something," I said, rolling off the bed.

"You can try anything, Aubrey," Mora said.

"Thank you, Mora, but you've had your turn. I have two ladies here who have been remarkably patient with me. I glanced at the clock on my dresser. "Besides, we only have an hour and a half."

"You said three hours!" Joy protested.

"We do have three hours, but we'll need at least a half hour to get the place in order and get dressed before my mother gets here. And if you're all here when she does, you had better have every hair in place, makeup on and be sitting primly in the living room, with angelic looks on your faces.

"All three were smiling at me.

"I'm sorry," Mora said, "You're absolutely right. Now come on, do us, and maybe I'll get to go again."

"Okay, Joy and Chelsea, sit up on the side of the bed."

They were quick to comply and I reached out with both hands and gently pushed them onto their backs.

"I'm going down on both of you," I told them.

Both squealed with excitement.

Joy's eyes were unfocused. Chelsea couldn't stop blinking. I suspect it was a nervous condition.

I placed Joy's right hand between her legs and whispered, "Time for you to start. I'll be back to you shortly, I promise."

"Please, don't make me wait," she said beseechingly, although her hand was already delving along the damp, matted hairs covering her cunt.

I leaned down and kissed her soft, pliant mouth. It opened and I sent my tongue in to meet hers. She may not have fucked anyone before, but she sure had some practicing kissing as she savored the kiss as much as I did. When I finally broke it off, I started kissing the line of her jaw, then her ears before breaking away to reach out for Chelsea.

We kissed, but all too briefly as her hand went to the back of my head and guided my mouth to her ripening tits. As I kissed and licked them I found them unbelievably sweet and vulnerable.

Her skin was smooth and very, very firm. Her nipples were hot and when she felt me take one into my mouth, she gasped and pulled my face down fiercely onto her young boob.

I busied myself sucking and chewing on each breast in turn, causing an unending string of whimpering from her. My left hand moved over her belly, caressing her abdomen, hips and thighs. She was short enough that I could easily reach all the way down her constantly moving legs to her taut calves. And when my fingertips trailed up the inside of one quivering thigh, she gasped loudly, and hunched down at my hand.

I pulled my hand away and sent it to Joy's breast, catching her completely off-guard.

"C'mon, c'mon, touch me ... Joy moaned." Make me get over!"

My lips followed the trail blazed by my wandering hand. I nursed on Joy as I had with Chelsea, finding Joy's breasts less developed, but seemingly just as sweet in taste. Joy was not afraid to show me what she wanted, although I knew what that was as well as her. She had both hands on my head, fingers twined in my hair, tugging me - and not all that gently — so that my lips descended first on one hip, then the other. I snuck a look at Chelsea and caught her fingering herself, eyes closed and mouth murmuring a silent prayer of thanks.

I sent my tongue gliding down to the unlined crease of Joy's thigh and traced it almost to her pussy. Her pubic hair was nowhere as thick as Mora's, or as free of hair as Chelsea's. Her fragrance was delectable, clean and rich. She opened her thighs wider, and tried to trap my head between them. I had to use both hands to hold them apart as I repositioned myself between her legs, belly down and ready for lunch.

"I haven't deserted you, Chelsea, honey. I'll be right back to you," I said, meaning it. But double-duty was beginning to take its toll.

I blew softly across Joy's tightly pressed lips, causing her to scream elatedly at the same time she attempted to drag my mouth onto her. I let her win the tug of war, only because that was my destination anyway.

Once I started, she kept moaning, "Don't stop! Don't you dare stop!"

So I flicked the tip of my tongue around and around the compressed lips of her fledgling cunt, unhurriedly drawing the spirals in. And when I flattened my tongue against her cunt and licked upward at a snail's pace, she began humping at me and grunting rhythmically.

I reached out with my free hand and caressed Chelsea's thigh, venturing down to her almost hairless twat and elicited a magnificent groan of want from her. At almost the same moment, a hot mouth closed down over my cock. Mora was going to try to blow me while I satisfied the other girls. This had really turned into a three ring circus.

I brought Joy's clit into play, flicking it twice in succession. And when I sucked her little trigger into my mouth, she whimpered, and came.

She came really hard, grinding her pelvic bone into my chin. Acting quickly, I deserted Chelsea for the moment and buried both hands under Joy's ass. I then raised her up to my mouth and allowed my tongue to range every square inch of her cunt. She came and came again. She was yelling, then moaning, but it was unintelligible. I stopped when my jaw felt like it was going to seize up.

But before leaving her for Chelsea, the ever patient, unbelievably patient, Chelsea, I had one step left in finishing Joy off.

Yanking my hands out from under her ass with remarkably little ceremony, I sent my index finger to the entrance of her tight little cunt hole. This took a minute, for I had to be extremely careful with her even in her relaxed state. I began licking at her entrance, trying to pry it open with my tongue.

She was still shuddering from her massive climax and allowed me access to her unbelievably wet portal, and slowly, ever so slowly, I managed to work my index finger into her.

Her cunt clenched on my finger and she emitted a soft scream of pleasure as she rammed her hips down onto the digit. She immediately started a fucking motion, pausing ever few seconds as another orgasm racked her body. I moved the fingertip inside her; put my other hand on her abdomen, just above her sparkly haired pubis. Then pushed down with the hand and felt the swollen, pulsing bundle of nerves on the upper part of her cunt with the inserted finger -- and began massaging.

"OH SHIT!" she screamed, and then what must have been uncontrollable spasms of pleasure apparently wracked her small body. Her scream was suddenly muffled as Chelsea slammed a pillow over her face.

Obviously I had located her G-spot, and I continued massaging it while awaiting the results of my action.

Aunt Nicole had told me this was the greatest thrill for any woman, but I had not brought anyone to a climax massaging it. I had had problems locating it for one, and then when I had found it, I had rushed the rubbing and made my partner sensitive enough to have to call it off.

I waited patiently for the spasms to end, and when they did, had some difficulty in extracting my finger.

Joy lay tense and shuddering as an occasional spasm continued to rip through her. Eventually, she shoved the pillow from her face. There was a small spot of blood on her lower lip where she had bitten through the skin.

I realized that Mora was still sucking on my cock, now hardened to steel. Gently, I pried it from between her tightly clenched lips, murmuring, "It's Chelsea's turn, sweetheart."

Joy's lips moved but no words came out. Finally, she gulped and exclaimed," No one ever told me it could be that good!"

"You came a lot," I said with a grin.

"I'm still coming. Can we go again?"

I placed my finger to my lips, and for the first time realized that they were somewhat bruised and said, "Now Chelsea gets to cum, do I need to hang a 'Do Not Disturb' sign out?"

She began to laugh, and I heard Mora join her from the floor next to the bed.

"Now, off the bed with you. You two can watch, but leave us alone, understand?"

They both gave me a weak sounding, "Yes."

I turned to the waiting Chelsea and said, "Your wish is my desire, what shall it be?'

"Can you fuck me?" she said.

"I like a girl who knows what she wants," I said in return, and promptly pulled her into my arms and kissed her.

"Chelsea," I said, needing to know, "Have you shaved your pussy?" There was hardly a trace of hair on her pubes, although her labia were red and swollen. I leaned down and kissed her cunt and discovered her clit fully engorged and protruding out from its normal hooded hiding place.

"Well," she replied, I thought about it, but I don't really have much to shave. Besides, I worried about nicking myself badly enough to prevent you from doing me."

I kissed the inside of her fleshy thigh.

"Is it ... will it fit?" she asked, raising her head to look down between her widely splayed legs. There was an excitement in her eyes and a worried expression on her freckled face. I put the head of my cock against her flesh and the fat lipped labia parted easily enough. With most of my dick resting against her stomach, I reached down and slid a finger over her folds and she shook again.

"Get in me, please," she whispered, eyes closing, legs opening and raising toward me.

I leaned over her and guided my prick to the vulnerable sleek little slit, and suddenly realized that she was going to be really tight; that I might do serious damage to her because of my size. I felt the burning heat emanating from her love furnace. Her pinkish orifice was snug, but as I pressed into the tight opening its elastic properties expanded enough to engulf the tip of my cock with a delightful, moist heat.

"I'll stop when ... if you want me to, Chelsea," I groaned. It was an empty promise. I know, at this point I had to be in her, I had to fuck her. I was to far gone from getting the others off.

Chelsea began swiveling those narrow hips of hers attempting to screw her cunt onto my dick. And when her legs went around my waist, and she started humping herself up at me, I went for it, and worked with her. With my hand under her tautly upturned behind, I pressed into her even as she squirmed against me, forcing me in ever deeper.

She winced, and bit her lower lip as I pushed in deeper; feeling the walls of her cunt spreading from the thickness of my cock stretched them apart.

Chelsea groaned. "It feels like ... you're splitting me open!"

But she remained sprawled on the bed, compliant and unresisting; her head now resting on the pillow that Joy had thoughtfully placed within easy reach.

Then she screeched loudly, and I knew from the sudden lack of resistance that I'd broken her hymen.