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Chapter 4

"The way you two screamed I thought he was murdering you." Louise's hand encircled Jennifer's slim wrist. "Come on, let's wash all that mess off you."

Jennifer, sobbing, allowed herself to be guided into the bathroom and under the shower. "He should not have hurt me so. He's too big and I'm all sore!"

Strangely enough she experienced no surprise when the younger but definitely more sexually learned and heavier girl entered the tub and slipped inside the plastic curtains with her. The hands gliding a fragrant bar of soap over the slender, curving body were soothing.

"I don't take the pill; there was no need to before. Suppose something happens?"

"Oh, stop, Jennifer, all women get laid." She pressed her mouth to the girl's cheek in a comforting kiss. "And you two will be married anyway."

"I don't know if I want to now… a man who thinks only of sex, what kind of life will that be?"

"He can't be so bad… in bed."

The girl's hands were doing such wonderful things to Jennifer's breasts, those breasts that were overly large for her body. The great, pouting-tipped boobs were massaged, separated, shaped under the spray of the needle-sharp shower until the tips stung.

"I don't… ohhh, Louise, not so hard!"

"Did he bring you to climax?"

"Yes."

"Thrilling? Hmmmm? Did he make your vagina open up so wide and then close ever so tight?"

"Worse things than that happened. Ooohhh, leave my tits alone, Louise, please!"

"Some men never get a girl to come and others are such brutes that often a girl's tender body can only be trusted to another girl."

Louise knelt in the tub, rested her face against the slender girl's flat belly and caressingly soaped the long, well-curved legs. Occasionally she licked away soap with her tongue, bringing her chin and her mouth closer to that most hurting part of Jennifer.

"He pained me so, Louise, that even if he is your brother he is not the man for me. He was a beast, I tell you." Jennifer looked down at the sleek head bobbing below her breasts as the tall girl soaped her parted thighs with foam.

"There, darling, we're getting you all nice and clean."

"You have been around quite a bit, haven't you, Louise?"

"Now please stop carrying on. You entered a man's room and climbed into his bed and allowed him into your body. It was not rape and if you popped off then you had fun."

"That's enough." Jennifer turned off the shower. The gentle touch of the girl who might or might not be her future sister-in-law, while soothing, had created such a tumultuous flow within that the breath was leaving her body.

Louise fetched a rough-ribbed towel "Come, you catch hold of one end and we'll wrap ourselves in this and get to bed."

"You're sleeping with me?"

The younger girl's eyes were level, meeting Jennifer's. "Of course. Don't you want me to?"

Jennifer tensed, felt the warm touch of Louise's hand rest lightly on the swell of her hip. A hefty leg slid intimately between her suddenly stiffened thighs. "I… yes, I want you to."

Locked in the towel with the plump 'hips and thighs of Louise mashed against her own, Jennifer laughingly opened her hand on one of the fruit-like, heavy-fleshed ass cheeks. An exquisite yet prickling tremor hurried over her thighs and groin. Her breasts expanded as she discovered an emotion that was not only new but stirring.

"Oooohhh, Louise, I hurt all over, like when he touched me, only more so."

"I shall soon take care of all that hurt."

In the darkened hallway they were silent, listening for some sound from Hugh's room. Tip-toeing like burglars, they went into Louise's bedroom, their movements restricted by the towel. Then Jennifer pirouetted free, her jutting breasts bouncing, her hips undulating gracefully.

Louise, the all-purpose sex girl, feasting her eyes on the loveliness of the slender Jennifer, found It difficult to stem the roaring tide of lust that churned into foam in her groin.

"Jennifer, you are a dish!"

"I wish I could be beautiful like you. Ohh, that figure, and your face!"

Completely confused, unable to think, Jennifer was a lamb surrendering herself to the slaughter. She could not cope with this moment. When Louise's mouth fastened on hers and those smooth hands fondled her heaving bosom and stimulated the soft skin of her squirming thighs, the girl giggled somewhat hysterically and even blushed.

A lesbian act was sinful! But – Jennifer was beginning to realize that by condemning the lusts of the flesh she had missed a lot, too much, in fact, and a quarter of her life was over.

"Did my brother suck on you here?" Louise was passing her tongue between the huge, swelling mounds, seeking the depth of the valley, licking every residue remaining from the shower.

"Yes… no, I, don't remember."

"Then I shall do it."

Louise's hand found its way down Into the once – closed area. Jennifer encouraged its roamings and opened her thighs, eager to accommodate any exploration that would increase the desire, the burning desire creeping over her.

The shower – wet hair shaped into a V over the core of the girl's being became entangled as Louise's long finger insinuated itself between the tight vaginal lips and started a series of lascivious movements. The tiny clitoris snapped up, getting harder, bigger, and the walls parted to allow two fingers to penetrate.

"No, Louise, oh, no, no!" Jennifer's slender arms tightened about the other girl's broad back.

"Sooon, real soooooon!"

"Your fingers, ohhh!" Jennifer worked the lower part of her torso, gasping, while she explained: "His penis was too big, a real cock, touching every part of my insides… Oh, he hurt me!"

"I'll have you all soothed, soon!"

"He… turned me… over!"

"What? He gave it to you in the ass-hole?"

"No, not the rectum, but from the rear."

"Dog fashion. Sometimes that position affords the best penetration because it allows every bit of the man to reach the woman."

"Oh, you are so aware of everything."

Not wishing Jennifer to say any more, Louise silenced her with an open-mouthed kiss. Her tongue darted between the other girl's trembling lips, savoring the hot wetness found inside the mouth.

Jennifer threw her head back, fusing her loins to the other girl's. With a choking, almost agonized cry she became more mobile, more animated. She poked the fleshy buttocks of the heavier girl, not caring that her manner of response was not only raw but brutal.

Louise, on the other hand, knew just how to madden the conscience-stricken girl. First she feasted herself on the deep-clefted bosom, licking and kissing and suckling and biting those big globes. The dimpled belly came in for a share, then the dark-tufted love mound was tongue-lashed, followed by a traveling-mouthed visit along each of the furnace-hot thighs.

Beyond all control, Jennifer sank to the floor, huddling in a heap on the rug, her heart and loins pounding furiously. The ache she now felt was- the same as when Hugh had made her climax.

Louise leaned over the tortured girl, swinging her breasts so that her stiffened tips swept back, and forth like dueling swords across Jennifer's swollen nipples. The latter strained upward, fighting to hold the position, the muscles on her slender thighs bulging.

Slowly, teasingly, Jennifer's limbs entwined with her partner's. She held her breath and moved gently at first, remembering Hugh's motions, imitating the pause and the break. She thought that Louise's body, large, yet very curved, was fantastic. The motions of that big body were of a wildness that lashed her into sensuality. When the two fingers again entered her, Jennifer squeezed her thighs together, crushing Louise's 'hand, and came!

The two girls dove into the foaming pool of lust, searching for, and finding, raw passion. Stripped of their senses, bestial, sticky-fingered, with come smeared over their thighs, their breasts, their buttocks, they willingly allowed themselves to be tossed about in a crescendo of violence. Their mouths blended, their legs and thighs held fast.

Louise shifted about, moving upwards, positioning herself so that Jennifer's face was trapped between the boiling heat of her big, sweating thighs. The beautiful girl's groin reeked of come and lust. The pubic hairs were a tangled mass, but Jennifer's tongue separated each one until the lips of the girl's vagina were completely exposed.

"I am going to eat your cunt out!"

"Yessssssss!"

Jennifer raised her head slightly, stretched her tongue, and penetrated the humid cave, searching in there until the big girl screamed and twisted about. Louise rolled off, still climaxing, and lay in a daze, moaning.

Then the slender girl straddled the prone girl, shoving her small ass against Louise's face while she bent over the slit tightened split-seconds before by orgasm. In this sixty-nine position the two girls lay, one younger, larger, vastly experienced and the other, older, slender now acquiring her first sexual experience.

Jennifer's outspread thighs twitched as lust circulated like boiling lava through her bloodstream. The warm lips made contact with her cunt, the tongue sneaked in like an uninvited visitor, and with a cry she buried her face between Louise's long, big-calved legs in the sticky wet crotch.

Hugh, who had seen and done far too many things in his lifetime, was shocked, not because his sister was indulging in a lesbian act because hell, he knew that Louise would not stop at mere incest. Nor was he surprised by Jennifer's participation. But he could not get over the fact that Jennifer, acting the perfect virgin in his bed, was a wild lesbian in his sister's room.

He had heard them moaning and groaning and gone to stand in the black hallway, ease the bedroom door slightly open and watch them grappling like wrestlers on the floor, eating each other out, taking all positions, measuring and squeezing asses and tits and licking and biting and blowing air into all the openings on a female's body.

Well, he was getting out. The trip he had considered to the Continent was to be a reality, beginning early in the morning. Now, while his sister and his fiancйe lesbianized themselves into exhaustion, he would pack. When they were sleeping he'd flee, leaving them to figure out why. As for their plans, they probably had a couple lined up.

Success only resulted in confusion, he realized. The fortune he had earned turned him into a playboy and non-thinker. Well, he would seek work again, backbreaking work, and pretend his bank accounts and stocks did not exist. Elsewhere, he would find himself and leave those two dykes to screw themselves ragged.