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THE HEAT WAVE
S. Capehart
Section A:
The night sweltered--humid and sticky from the recent heat wave. With
the windows open to allow a gentle breeze in the house, I sat at the the
living room table reviewing the biology assignment I had given to Analise
and Dorian for the next day, sweat gathering on my forehead. As I prepared
to call it a night, Charlotte ambled in from the kitchen. I was surprised
to find her still awake; the other two had gone off hours ago. Sweat
moistened the lower tresses of her auburn bob and caused them to cling to
her neck. I noticed the thin cotton of her robin-blue gown as the fifteen
year old turned on the reading lamp and moved to the couch, picking up her
glasses and her copy of *Jane Eyre* from the table. She plopped onto the
couch belly down without saying hello, her head pointed away from me. A
line of moisture streaked across her lower back just above the curve of her
buttocks. I could feel myself getting hard as I stared at her bare legs,
covered only by bobby socks and the edge of her nightgown stopping mid-
thigh. Her reddish leg hair glistened invitingly in the soft light.
I wondered if she was even aware that I was looking at her. She had
been shy with me since I had first visited the Sheldon's house six months
ago. Charlotte's parents had hired me to tutor the younger kids, Dorian,
13, and Analise, 12. The couple believed in home schooling; however,
because of her exceptional intelligence, they had sent Charlotte to private
school last year. She was now home for the summer. Three days ago the
Sheldon's had left for a conference in Paris, and had asked me to stay at
the house for the next two weeks to continue the tutoring and to look after
the kids. Charlotte seemed to resent my presence; after all I was only
eight years her senior.
My thoughts were interrupted when I noticed Charlotte move her legs so
that they were bent at the knees, socked feet dangling in the air. She
moved her legs slowly back and forth, so that I kept getting brief glimpses
of her white panties. My heart rate sped up as I thought how much I would
love to trace my tongue up that leg to the warmth between her legs.
Abruptly, she shifted forward, absorbed in her book, so that her knees were
curled beneath her chest. I could clearly see her panties now and could
make out the bulge of her cunt, straining against the fabric. My erection
intensified. The only thing separating my hand from that sweet mound was
six feet and a thin piece of cloth. I wondered whether the hair protecting
those gentle lips matched the vibrant auburn of her head.
Eventually, to my disappointment, she turned over onto her back,
holding the book directly above her head so that even if I wanted to gaze
at her, I ran the risk of her catching me observing her. Sweat darkened
the blue of her night gown between her breasts, and a thin line of dampness
revealed the lower curve of her firm breasts. When I took the risk of
looking at her for more than a moment, I could discern her nipples pertly
pressing out under the cotton. She brought the book down below her
breasts, obstructing both them and her face from my view, and continued
reading. I was certain that she had caught my eye on her, and I blushed
deeply, resolving to return my attention to the work in front of me. When
I looked back up, however, she had raised her knees into the air with her
feet perched on the couch so that her nightgown fell around her hips and I
could see clearly the curves of her ass and mound. I could see that there
was a little lace heart sewn right above where I imagined her clitoris
would be. After a few moments, she began stroking the inside of her thigh
with her left hand. She stroked slowly and provocatively, moving ever
closer to the edge of her panties. She began to move her finger along the
elastic edge of her underwear, lifting it ever so slightly. Her finger
eventually invaded the sacred area, and I could see from the motion of the
fabric that she was gyrating her index finger across her clit. I could
tell that she had plunged her finger into the well of her cunt when she
began a subtle pulsation, moving the lace heart up and down, as thought it
were beating with her fifteen year old lust. She slowed down, and slid her
fingers back out, leaving her hand resting on her thigh as though she had
never moved beyond that point. Her index and middle finger were wet with
the lovely juice from her pussy, and as the fabric of her panties settled
back down against her skin, I could see damp spots outlining the pout of
her lips.
I had no idea if she was aware that I had witnessed this small
masturbatory incident. She closed her book and stood, looked innocently at
me with her elfin face, the light grey eyes showing no trace of seduction
and said, "I'm off to bed." She walked over to the nightlight and turned
it off. For a brief moment, I could see each of her cunt lips clearly
defined through her nightgown, but then the light was off and the moment
vanished.
"Goodnight, Charlotte," I said somewhat weakly.
"I'm going to riding class early in the morning, so I'll be gone by
the time you're up," she responded with defiance in her voice, as if to
say, 'you're not *my* babysitter.'
"OK," I said, and she was gone, and I was left alone with the breeze
and my burning hard-on.
************************************************************************
The next morning, I was preparing pancakes for breakfast, when Analise
chased Dorian into the kitchen tickling him, both giggling furiously. She
jumped on him, dragging him to the floor, straddling his hips, and tickling
his ribs mercilessly. He shoved her off of him, acting the tough guy for
my sake but obviously enjoying himself.
"I looove pancakes," screeched Analise and took her usual place at the
table. She sat with one foot propped on her chair so that the long t-shirt
she wore as pajamas fell down around her waist and I could clearly see her
Mickey Mouse underwear. Her long nearly white hair, held in a pony tail,
by a blue fabric band, cascaded down her back. As I continued to prepare
the pancakes I stole glances at the cute panties, hoping to see something
of her twelve year old pubes showing through. Dorian, himself a close
cropped tow head, kept looking furtively in the same direction. Before
long I noticed a significant bulge pressing out against the thirteen year
old's red long johns. Seeing his erection only intensified the heat in my
groin, still burning from the night before. I brought the butter to
Dorian's side of the table and looked closer at his erection: I could see
the round outline of his small cock head begging for attention. When I
looked up to his face, he was staring at me, realizing that I had noticed
his reaction. His cheeks flushed red, and he looked down at the floor.
Returning to the stove, I gave his shock of hair a quick tousle to assure
him that he needn't be ashamed.
As I served the pancakes, I had to lean over Analise's shoulder and I
could detect the strong sweet smell of sleep coming from her body and hair.
I lingered a moment longer pouring the syrup than I had to and caught a
glimpse down her loose t-shirt. I could see her developing breasts,
certainly larger than buds, but not fully developed. perhaps the size of
ripe pears. I impulsively decided to make a bold move and knocked over the
syrup bottle, spilling some into her crotch. She jumped back from the
table, giggling. "Oh, Richard, you clutz, you got syrup on my Mickey
Mouses."
I didn't have to fake a blush. I got a rag from the sink, apologized,
and said, "I'll wipe it off for you." Analise, without shame, lifted her
t-shirt to just below her breasts, exposing Mickey Mouse in all of his
glory. This was the first time I could see what a cute round, firm ass she
had, gently cupped in her panties. Her small, willowy legs looked like
they just needed some hands around them, and maybe a cock brushing against
them.
"Put your foot on the chair so I can clean you off," I said casually.
She complied. I sank to my knees, so that my face was only about two feet
from her waist. I could smell even more intensely the potent aroma of her
young body. The syrup had landed mostly beside her panties, but some had
graciously landed right near the lower apex. The syrup on her thigh was
making its journey down along her leg. I ran the damp rag up her thigh,
and then began pressing it against her mound. I felt the firm outline of
her triangle as I cleaned her. I could also feel hair moving beneath the
pressure of my rubbing through the thin cotton; I had thought that perhaps
she was bare. She wasn't.
"Ooh, that tickles, Rick," she laughed.
"I think it soaked through," I ventured. "I think you need to lift up
Mickey Mouse." I glanced over at Dorian; he was watching us intently. The
bulge in his long johns was now creating a small tent.
"Oh, that's OK," Analise responded cheerfully, "I have to take a
shower this morning anyway." She put her hands into her panties and
touched herself. "It sure is sticky down there though." She smiled at me.
I playfully kissed her belly button, letting my tongue briefly flick into
the hole as thought it were her slit. She giggled, pecked me on the nose,
and sat down to eat her pancakes.
They finished eating and went off to their respective rooms to take
morning showers. As I was cleaning up the kitchen, I heard Analise calling
my name from upstairs.
"What is it, sweetheart?"
"Come up here, will ya? I need your help."
I ascended the stairs and walked into her room. She was standing
there, her gorgeous long hair damp around her shoulders, in a white towel
that covered her from just above her nipples to just above the curve of her
ass. I could she both the top curve of her little breasts and the lower
curve of her butt, and the towel hung open so that I could see the lovely
flesh of her inner thigh.
"I want you to tell me what you think I should wear today." She held
up two pieces of clothing. "Should I wear these jeans or this skirt?" The
skirt was a short plaid piece that would cover only the essentials.
"The skirt," I answered without a beat. "It's a hot day."
"Great. You're right," she said. "Now you had better leave, so that
I can take off my towel." She pushed me flirtatiously toward the door.
"Did you get the syrup off you without any trouble?" I teased.
"Do you want to inspect me?" I couldn't tell if she was joking or
not. "Just kidding," she smiled. "Now get outa here, you moron."
"OK, I'm goin'," I moaned. "You're the one who asked me to come up
here". Just as I was closing the door, she lilted, "Oh, Richard, look."
I turned and she had dropped the towel. Her back was toward me, so I
could see only the flank of her back and the tempting globes of her ass
cheeks. Her head was turned over her shoulder, and she was smiling, as
innocent as ever. She bent quickly and picked up the towel, and in that
moment as she bent, her legs parted slightly and I could she the blond
hairs of her cunt winking at me from between her legs, and she had to turn
to grab the towel, so that I could see the gentle curve of her left breast
and the surprisingly dark aereola around her nipple. She pulled the towel
back around her, and I pulled the door, my balls aching.
************************************************************************
We reassembled at the large rectangular table in the living room about
an hour later to begin the day's work. Analise was bare foot, her cute
pink toes wiggling joyfully. She was wearing the skirt as I had suggested,
and a green v-necked pullover that rested easily against her braless
breasts. Dorian was in his normal torn jeans, bare foot as well, and a t-
shirt. For the first hour we reviewed the trigonomotry we had worked at the
day before. Analise, who didn't like math and wanted to get on to the
biology wriggled restlessly in her chair. When I asked Dorian to explain
cosine to me, she heaved a sigh, and drew both feet onto the chair, hugging
her arms around her knees. I didn't want be obvious in looking between her
legs, and tried to keep my attention on Dorian, but I couldn't resist. Her
panties were fully exposed, and her ass was tilting forward playfully. She
had changed underwear and was now wearing an old pair that had a hole on
the lower left side. They were also very tight so that some strands of
blond and the flesh of her outer lips were peeking out through the hole.
When we finished the math lesson, Analise gave a cheer and screamed,
"Biology!" The Sheldons believed in challenging their children and
treating their minds' with the respect of an adult. They had requested
that I use some essays on ape behavior as the springboard for our science
discussions during this month. I asked them if the section on sexual
behavior wasn't a little advanced for Analise and Dorian, but they assured
me that their children were mature.
We opened our books, and I asked them if they had any questions about
the reading.
"Yes!" Analise chirped enthusiastically. "There is a sentence I
didn't understand."
"OK. Shoot," I said.
"In this part about procreation, he writes 'When the male primate
observes the female genitalia, his genitals respond and he attains
erection, ready to initiate copulation.' I don't get that."
"What don't you get?" Dorian asked derisively. "You know about that
stuff."
"Well," she answered, "I know that genitals are the things between our
legs, and that copulation is when they . . . you know . . . have sex." This
was one of the first moments I had ever seen her a little shy. "But I
don't know what an erection is." I looked at Dorian, and he looked back
smiling slightly, knowing that I was remembering his stiff prick from the
morning.
Analise looked at me ready for an answer. Dorian looked at me waiting
to see what I would say. I didn't know how to answer. I didn't seem
appropriate for me to be giving the children a sex education course. I had
hoped to avoid talking about this section today. They waited in silence
for a moment.
"Well . . ." Dorian prompted me.
"I don't know what to say," I said, "I'm not sure I should talk with
you guys about this. I think you should wait to ask your parents."
"Good god," Dorian hissed. "You want to know want an erection is?
I'll show you."
"You mean you have one?" Analise asked in awe.
"Not right now, dummy, but I can get one." Dorian stood up and
unzipped his blue jeans pulling them off his legs, he wasn't wearing any
underwear and his tiny flaccid penis, just starting to sprout hair around
the balls, looked very vulnerable hanging between his skinny legs. His
fresh ass was virtually flat.
"I don't know if this is how we should use our school time," I
protested, worried about my responsibility to the Sheldons.
"Oh, get off it, Rick. I'm just answering Annie's question."
"Yeah," Analise chimed in, "I want to see this." She crossed her legs
on the chair and leaned forward, her chin in her hands. "How do you get an
erection?" she asked.
"By touching myself. It's called masturbating." Dorian sat on the
edge of his chair, and put his hand around his little cock moving it back
and forth along the hardly existent shaft. The head was a rose pink, and
the little eye on the tip pouched out as he tried to arouse himself. After
a few seconds, he stopped and said, "I don't think I can do it with you all
watching me."
"But I want to see!" cried Analise.
"I have an idea," said Dorian, rubbing his hand on his inner thigh,
his cheeks turning a charming pink. "In the essay we read it said that the
gorilla gets an erection when he sees the females' genitals. What if you
take off your underwear, Analise?"
She looked a little shocked. "Right here?" she asked.
"Yeah, if you want to see me have an erection."
She looked reluctantly at me. I wasn't going to say no. I shrugged
my shoulders as if to say, 'it's up to you.' She looked back at Dorian.
"Okay."
She stood up, and reaching beneath her plaid skirt, pulled the panties
over her firm, thin calves and lifted her right leg, pulling them over the
pink sole of her foot. She threw the panties at Dorian's head teasingly,
and then just stood there, her little knees bent awkwardly in toward each
other.
"Well, sit down, and let us see," said Dorian.
She sat back down and pulled her skirt up to her waist. Her legs were
together so that all we could see was the top edge of her blond public
covering.
"You have to pull your legs open so we can see it, Annie," said Dorian
impatiently.
She smiled brightly, and in one motion opened her legs and scooted
forward on the chair, so that her sweet little cunt was proudly on display
in front of us. I caught my breath as I finally saw that darling mound of
flesh I had wanted to see for months now. I could see that Analise was
excited by her act of daring for her nostrils flared as her breathing
increased, and her pussy gently rocked back and forth on the edge of the
chair with her breathing. Her cunny hair was predominately blond, with
enough streaks of brown to give it definition, and it was present mostly
right around the lips, extending upwards just beyond the point where her
lips smoothed into her belly. Each lip puffed out gently, surrounding the
thin line of her inner labia which rippled slightly as they came together
at the base of the pussy. Analise giggled with excitement at her act, and
then pointed with her jaw dropped at Dorian's crotch. "It's growing," she
exhaled as though she were praying in a cathedral.
I was reluctant to pull my eyes away from her precious jewel, but I
was eager to see the process of Dorian's erection. Sure enough, what had
been a little pecker was now thickening, the head pushing out towards
Analise as though striving to touch her. It slowly came to attention, and
ended up being quite a bit longer than I had anticipated it would be. It
was still quite thin, but in its length his sheath was almost elegant; it
curved slightly upwards like a bow set to strike. One blue vein was
visible wrapping up around the shaft up to the head which was swelling now,
and taking on the sheen of aroused flesh.
I looked to Analise to see her response. She was truly dumbfounded.
She looked up at me in joy, "I didn't know they got so big," she laughed.
"It's very pretty." She looked back to Dorian. "What does it feel like?"
"You can touch it," said Dorian seriously.
"Can I, Richard?" she pleaded.
I nodded my assent. She brought her chair closer to Dorian. As she
did so she lifted her naked ass into the air and her lips parted, and I
could see pink inner flesh, warm and tender. She reached over and gingerly
placed her thumb and index finger around his spear. "Wow. It's kind of
spongey! But it's like a bone underneath." She squeezed again a little
harder, and Dorian involuntarily relased a small moan of pleasure. "You
have hair too," said Analise grazing her finger across his balls. Moving
her finger to the helmet, she traced its perimeter and stroked it with her
thumb, saying, "It's very smooth at the top."
She smiled and sat back in her chair her, legs unconsciously splayed
open, her cunt shifting and settling happily against the chair. "I think I
understand what an erection is now."
"Did you like touching my cock?" asked Dorian.
"Is that what you call it? Cock? I've heard 'dick' and 'penis', but
I've never heard 'cock'. What do you call yours, Richard?" She looked at
me inquisitively. I knew that the bulge in my pants must have been very
evident; I could tell that Dorian was glancing in that direction. I
swallowed, and said, "I think I call it cock, too."
Analise's face lit up. "I did hear a boy on the playground call
another boy a cocksucker, but I thought he meant something about a rooster.
Was he talking about a penis?"
"Probably," I said.
"But what does that mean -- cocksucker?" she queried.
This was certainly beyond my explanatory abilities or duties. I
looked at Dorian. His cheeks were once again inflamed, though I couldn't
tell now whether it was from desire or embarrasment. His eyes searched my
face as though he wanted me to answer a question. "Have you ever done
that, Richard?"
"What?"
"Been a cocksucker."
I was stunned that he would ask me. I laughed in my embarrassment and
looked at Analise to see if she understood the question. Her eyes were
wide with interest, but not comprehension. I had given head once when I
fooled around as a kid, but never as an adult.
I quietly answered, "A very long time ago."
"Do you want to show Analise what it means?" he asked, with a little
defiance and fear in his eyes.
I swallowed again. This was certainly not in my job description, but
the Sheldons weren't to return for days, and Charlotte was gone until
evening. The kids had initiated it after all.
"Okay." I moved between Dorian's legs and wrapped my fingers gently
around the base of his stiff cock. I tickled his stubbly scrotum with my
index finger, and then traced the blue vein up to his crown. His legs
quivered in pleasure. I glanced at Analise's exposed pubes now just eight
inches from my face and saw a small drop of liquid running down the crease
where her lips touched. I looked to her face. Her pupils were large and
her mouth was slightly open; she was quietly panting.
I moved my head between Dorian's legs and inhaled the fresh clean
smell of his puerile flesh. I parted my mouth and let my tongue protrude,
flicking the underside of the trunk just an inch up from the balls. He
leaned back in the chair and pushed his ass forward so that I had better
access. I noticed the small blond hairs sparsely sprinkled across his
tender cheeks. I pushed the head of his cock up against his belly to make
the underside more receptive, ran my tongue up and down the length of his
cock several times, circling down around his balls, and then back up each
side of the cock stopping just at the ridge of the head. I then pushed the
head down beyond the edge of the chair so that the top flat of the warm
member was exposed and licked it in small quick strokes. Wrapping my
fingers more firmly around the base, I stroked him several times before
licking the smoother more resilient flesh of his head. Dorian let out a
small whimper as the blade of my tongue circled around the head, leaving a
wet path. I gently bit my teeth around the head, several times and he
squirmed in pleasure. I let my lips close on the head, flicking the eye of
his cock with the tip of my tongue, and began to move my lips down beyond
the ridge just contacting the top of his shaft. My movements slowly
increased in tempo and depth as I took more and more of his long, thin
member into my mouth. I could feel his head glide deftly across my tongue
and contact the back of my throat. I liked the warmth of his rod brushing
the roof of my mouth.
I could feel his desire intensifying as his cock became even a little
thicker in my mouth and the head became a little harder. His moans were
more frequent and louder now, and I could even hear an occassional whimper
coming from Analise behind me. I began taking the full length of his penis
into my mouth, holding there, and sucking my lips in so that virtually the
entirety of it was in contact with the hot flesh of my mouth. I
intensified my grip on the base with my hand and began stroking him each
time my mouth raised up to the head. I then alternated each stroke of the
suck with a generous lick up the length from the balls to the crown.
Dorian began to buck in the chair, straining his hips towards my mouth.
I heard Analise gasp, and thought that she must have become enormously
excited, but when I looked up she was standing, staring toward the kitchen.
I turned and was shocked to find Charlotte standing in the arch. Her hands
cocked angrily on her hips. The light glanced sharply off of her glasses.
"What are you doing?"
I stood. "I thought you were going riding today," I stammered.
"Is that supposed to be an explanation for why I come home to find
your mouth between my brother's legs? They canceled the afternoon classes
because of the heat."
Even in this moment of dire circumstance I couldn't help but notice
how delicious Charlotte looked standing there in the black leggings that
hugged her slim thighs and buttocks, the tivas that left her ankles and
lickable toes exposed, and the royal blue oxford left open to the fourth
button that revealed the top of her white sports bra.
"You are pretty brazen, aren't you?," she demanded striding toward me
and facing me off. She stood without flinching in front of me, her eyes at
about the level of my nipples. "I knew when I met you that you were pretty
horny, but I didn't think you'd go this far."
I could say nothing.
Analise and Dorian both stood dumbfounded, Dorian's cock still
protruding defiantly and absurdly into the living room.
"So did you lick my sister down there, too?"
"No, I didn't do that," I quickly answered.
"What kind of a teacher are you, anyway?" Charlotte demanded. "That
doesn't seem very equitable to me, does it to you? In fact I think I could
call that favoritism. Do you want me to tell my parents that you've been
treating Dorian better than Analise? I suggest that you get down on your
knees, and put your tongue between my sister's legs."
I looked at her in disbelief, and when I saw that she wasn't being
sarcastic, I laughed gratefully. "I wouldn't laugh so fast, Rich." Both
hands on her hips now, the tail of her oxford was raised up a bit, no
longer covering the juncture of her legs. I could see the tight fabric
conforming to the cunt hidden there. "I could tell my folks at any
moment." Her gaze penetrated me. "Sit down Analise, so Richard can tongue
you."
Analise looked at her sister and then at me. Her face was white. "Do
you want me to do this, sweetheart?" I whispered to her.
"Do you want to do it?"
"More than anything you can imagine."
A faint smile crossed her lips and some of her color returned. She
looked up at Charlotte, who was now sitting on the sofa, leaning forward in
anticipation. "Will it hurt, Charlotte?"
"No, sweetie," Charlotte cooed encouragingly. "I promise you it will
feel even better than Mom rubbing your back when you go to sleep."
A bright smile crossed her face, and she quickly slid the skirt over
her ass, down her legs and stepped spritely out of it. Her pert ass
jiggled as she stepped, and I gazed lovingly once again on that gorgeous
mound. Analise plopped down to the wooden chair, and spread her legs as she
had down before. "Lick me, Richard."
I moved once again to the floor and lifted one of her feet from the
floor in the palm of my hand, kissing the soft sole. I ran my tongue from
her heel to her toes, then along the sides of her foot, and then sucked
each of her toes into my mouth, running my tongue over the fleshy part of
each one. She giggled at first, but then relaxed into the pleasure. I
circled my tongue around her ankles, then up along her nearly hairless calf
stopping at the tender spot behind her knee. I moistened my mouth and
continued my oral journey up along the flank of her inner thigh, until I
reached the crease where her leg joined her pelvis. My nostrils were
overwhelmed with the fragrance of her juvenile sex, sweaty and fecund,
innocent with a tinge of the sweet smell of urine. Before I proceeded any
further I stopped to gaze at the jewel before me. I could see more clearly
now the inner lips, sealed tightly together except at the folds at the
bottom, where I could see a slight opening of darkness. I licked along the
crease between her leg and pubic area on each side and licked the hair
above her mound. I began licking with increasing speed, alternating up
each thigh and almost making contact with her quivering flesh, but stopped
just before touching her. She groaned and spread her legs a little wider,
so that her inner and outer lips parted. I brought my face right in front
of her little cunt, and made the first contact by running it down the space
between the two sets of lips on each side. She jumped with the intensity
of the feeling. I nearly fainted from the sweet, musky taste exploding in
my mouth. I let my tongue only brush up along her sealed inner lips
several times until I approached her tiny clit. I started tonguing this
slowly and sensually, keeping contact and slowly increasing the pressure.
I then attacked it with quick flicks from the tip of my tongue. She moved
her hips in rhythm with my licking. I brought my finger up and touched her
clit sliding my finger down through the center of her inner lips, parting
them ever so slightly. A tiny strand of moisture bridged the two lips
which I licked away and savored the slightly bitter taste on my tongue. I
then plunged my tongue savagely into her open slit and began licking
ferociously deep into her cunt; she squirmed responsively on the chair. As
I licked her clit with intensity, I brought my finger up and inserted it
into her slit, moving back and forth smoothly and gracefully.
I pulled back and grabbed her ankles, bringing them together into the
air. "Dorian," I said, "Come hold your sister's legs in the air." I looked
over to see the boy still standing pumping his cock, the head now a bright
red. I looked over and saw Charlotte's face and upper chest blotched red,
her eyes slightly glazed. Her hands were caressing her inner thighs, and I
could see a small dark spot emerging between her legs. When she met my
eyes, she tried to hide her desire, and crossed her arms across her chest.
Dorian obeyed, as though in a trance, and stood above his sister holding
her ankles together, pushing them into the air. Analise curiously reached
out her hand and gently ran her finger across his penis, touching the drop
of moisture seeping from the hole, and rubbing it between her fingers.
With her legs in the air, Analise's cunt now protruded beautifully,
the puffy lips pushed together and out, petulantly begging for my tongue to
return. Moisture was trickling down from her lips down along her ass
cheeks. I moved in toward her once more, licking the juice off her ass and
playfully biting the flesh. I turned my head sideways and ran my tongue
back and forth along her slit, intensifying the slick wetness of her cunt.
Soon her triangle was one wet mass, the hairs plaited down across her lips,
my face dripping with her desire. I brought two fingers up and pried open
the loose folds at the base of her cunny, sliding them in up to the second
knuckle, bringing them out again and sliding them down along the crevice
between the pair of lips. Her cunt was a sweet pink with desire, as I
increased the speed and depth of my plunges into her well. Analise began
writhing uncontrollably on the chair, pumping Dorian's cock more fervently,
when Charlotte came over and said, "I think that's enough for now."
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THE HEAT WAVE
S. Capehart
Section A
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