Sucking and nipping at the erect nib he heard her mewl in throaty pleasure, as he massaged her other breast with his hand, kneading the silky, smooth flesh and feeling the pliant warmth of it. Deftly, he rolled the pink-hued, berrylike pap between his thumb and finger.
Now, that hand left her breast, and went in search of other more tender, intimate flesh. Sliding down across her flat belly, smoothing around the swelling curve of her gently rounded hip and back to the inside of her satiny thigh, to the soft, inner juncture of her loins, his hand roamed in the fleecy softness of her gently squirming pubic mound. Then, his hand dipped between her thighs, as she parted them slightly, for him, allowing him full access to the tight, resiliency of her moistening vaginal opening. He pushed an eagerly slithering finger into the soft wet warmth of her pussy and began to move it in ever widening circles just inside the vestibule of her cuntal passage.
After a few moments, her hips began to undulate up against his probing hand, and he removed the slickly moistened finger from her gently clasping, fast-responding cuntal passage, moving it up through her delicate pussy slit to find the hardening shaft of her tiny clitoris. Lightly, he stroked it, feeling it become even more turgid, under his manipulation. Then, he found the super-sensitive head of the miniature phallus, his touch setting off sensual shocks in her body. She moaned aloud, "Oh, Lester… don't make me wait so long!"
One thing about this hot teenage sister of Bette Jean's, he reflected, she was direct. "Don't rush me, baby. I waited a long time for this," he said, as his mouth left her breast, and his hand deserted her loins so that he could shift positions.
Wanda shuddered as he began rubbing his rough, callused hands over her smooth young flesh. She could almost feel each separate nerve end blossoming under his fingertips as they danced along the inner softness of her thighs. All the excitement she had ever felt before, all the sexual frustration she had felt that morning, all had been secretly stored in some unknown compartment of her nervous system, waiting to be released by a man's touch, was flooding through her. Tiny goosebumps sprang out over the white patched tan of her skin as his hands stroked magically over her sensitive flesh.
She lay immobile for a moment, savoring the pinpricks of sensation following the path of the coarse fingers digging into her flesh. This lovely sensation was a welcome relief from the agonizing need that had been plaguing her. It would be an even greater relief to surrender completely. She had done all that was humanly possible to speed the inevitable and now it was his responsibility. She had made the choice, and now there was nothing to do but accept and enjoy.
Her mind droned on as his fingers traveled the rest of the way to the tingling folds of her nakedly exposed cunt. She could feel the moisture rising there again between her open legs as the exposed hair-lined lips began a slow, involuntary contraction, throbbing wetly against each other. Then, suddenly, his thumbs were on the fleshy ridges, relentlessly pulling them apart. Wands lay holding her breath and glorying with all her strength and youth in the temptation to which she was giving in.
It was not enough; her acceptance heightened the exquisite feeling of air rushing over the rising bud of her suddenly exposed clitoris. Oh God, yes, she was going to be fucked.
"Oh, oooooooohhh, yessss," she moaned softly as the muscles of her body began to relax and her legs fell limply out to the side. The beautiful thrills of pleasure were rippling up her now quivering belly and into the nipples of her throbbingly awakened breasts, drowning out the debasing thought of just whose strange hands were roaming over her nakedness.
Lester grinned, his eyes dancing with anticipation as they feasted on her slowly squirming body. Crawling upward he crouched on all fours over her sensually moving body, pushing her unresisting tanned thighs wider apart. He crawled between them until his face was a bare few inches above the sandy "vee" of her openly splayed cunt. He stared down as it rotated sensuously, expectantly, and his mouth watered until saliva dripped from his open mouth mingling with her wetness in the narrow pink slit.
Wanda felt only the tiniest fear as she felt the flat palms of his sweating hands pushing against the softly yielding flesh of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart. Through lowered eyes, she watched as the dark head dipped slowly downward.
Lester's head sank down between his sister-in-law's now wide-splayed thighs to where the nether eye of her throbbing cunt undulated up to him, expectantly. He saw that slick, viscous droplets of moisture glistened in the coral opening of her pussy.
With a little moan of desire, his head went down deep into the angle of her thighs, his tongue reaching out to snake into the warmly liquid depths of her vaginal orifice, and his mouth clamped tight to the opening in the most intimate, personal kind of oral-genital kiss. She raised her loins up to him, and he heard her moan of ecstatic pleasure.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhh," she gasped breathlessly as his mouth suddenly clamped over the softly raised mound at the base of her belly. As his tongue lanced snake-like into the moist tight slit of her vagina, a shudder rippled through her at the electrifying union of his long thick tongue with her erectly quivering clitoris.
The boiler maker began to work slowly and hungrily, feeling her soft wet pubic hair brushing tantalizingly across his cheeks. With a wild feeling of power in him, he heard her groan huskily from deep in her throat as the hotly probing tip of his tongue worked its way up and down the length of the narrow wet slit. Beginning at the peak of her pubic mound and flicking downward over the elastic-rimmed opening of her hotly clasping vagina and into the crevice of her softly flexing buttocks, it stopped to do a momentary wet probing homage to the tight brown throbbing hole that lay nestled below. Already she was squirming under his tongue and loving it!
Deeper, his tongue probed into her sensually alive cuntal passage, tasting the female taste of her slippery love-dew, the moisture from his mouth mingling with it, as he moved his tongue in circles inside.
The erotic sensations his licking, sucking mouth generated in her eagerly aroused loins raced through her, arcingly, like summer heat lightning. His tongue seared her with its lashing, snake-like searching, and she gyrated her pelvis up to his mouth, voraciously asking for more and more of the ecstasy building oral teasing. Happily she mewled her pleasure, her moans rising in the still house.
Her groans drove him on faster as he worked his way up and down the steaming hot valley, her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs as the searing tongue shot out, its hard darting tip circling the trembling erected clitoris. As his tongue continued its maddening licking against the straining pink bud of her sex, his lips sucked, drawing the warm soft folds of her vaginal lips deep into the hot wet cavern of his mouth. The young girl's hips were now grinding uncontrollably into the bed, soft mewling sounds of animal passion escaping from between her tightly clenched teeth.
Wanda was ecstatic. She had never in her wildest dreams imagined that anything could feel so exquisitely beautiful. Arnie and some of the fumbling farm boys had kissed her there before, but none had done this wild licking and sucking! She wanted to forget everything but this maddening probe between her legs! Oh God, it was good!
His head buried deep in the cusp of her thighs, Lester licked and sucked at her, wildly, his tongue lashing up and down the narrow slit of her pussy, making plunging forays in the moist cuntal channel. Then, up the throbbing clitoris, rising hard from its softly enfolding, hair-lined flesh, erupting even harder and pulsating, warmly, his tongue circled it, then concentrated on the tumescent, sensitive head. He teased it, tantalized it, urging the tiny bud on to ever greater, sensation producing, nerve-tingling sexuality. Wanda was moaning, now, almost incessantly, her wildly demanding pelvis thrusting up against his face, hips moving in lewd circles under the insistent mouth and tongue, thighs opening to him, wantonly, invitingly, wanting even greater enhancement and more inventive titillation of his mouth and tongue on her heated loins.