Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Day Of No Triffids
Part: Chapter 9
Summary: In a world gone blind a few remaining sighted
         must try to preserve what they can but how
         will just 6 men manage to keep 400 women happy?
Keywords: mff, MFF, oral, inc (cousins), exhibition, voy,
          rom
Language: English
Copyright: 2003

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*** August 29 am - Michael

With Michael fixed up it was finally possible to consider 
giving the women their long-deferred bath.

Michael was prepared to supervise but the doctor who had 
instructed David in the care of his brother's injury 
didn't want him to risk getting his scalp wet yet.

He would be allowed to sit with them but Nancy would have 
to be on hand for any emergencies.  She was still upset 
over the incident and having to supervise the group would 
prevent her brooding over it.

Leaving David and Nancy to get them organised, Michael 
went off to see how Rachel and Stacey were getting on.  
He had left them sleeping when he and Nancy had gone out 
but by now they should be awake and would probably be 
hungry.

As he walked to the door he heard David's announcement to 
the people in the gym.  "Attention please.  We have set 
up the pool as a bathing area and if you would all like 
to get ready we'll take you there now.  Please leave your 
clothes on your bed, we have some robes for you when you 
get there.  You will be able to feel your way and there 
are toilets there if you need them."

There was some commotion as the women, and an occasional 
man, discussed stripping in front of David and whoever 
else was there but Michael left that behind as he headed 
for his room.

He opened the door and found the bed unmade and empty.  
"Rachel?"

"In here."

He headed into the bathroom and found Rachel and Stacey 
at opposite ends of the bath, knees up.

"Stacey, this is my cousin Michael."

"Hello Stacey.  You're looking much better this morning."

Stacey gave a weak smile.  She had put her arm across her 
chest and had closed her legs when he had called out to 
her friend.  She felt awkward to be in the bath with a 
stranger present in the room; at least with Rachel they 
were old friends, and more.  Michael was different, and 
then there was that strange dream.

"Hello Michael.  Thank you for coming for me."

"You should thank Rachel, she insisted we check if you 
were all right."

"I did."

"Now, are you sleepy-heads hungry?"

"Starving", said Rachel before thinking of her friend's 
recent state.  "Oops"

"Yes thank you."  Stacey hadn't noticed the faux pas.  
She had been unable to feed herself following an 
unsuccessful attempt to join her family in their suicide 
pact.

She hadn't wanted to die but there had seemed no hope and 
she had taken the tablets shared out.  When the stories 
of the illness had started spreading her parents had 
sought scripts for strong sedatives from an obliging 
doctor friend and had filled them at a number of stores.

Stacey would have joined them in their permanent sleep 
except she had vomited up a large proportion of the 
capsules before they had had a chance to take effect.  
Narrowly avoiding choking she had collapsed and had been 
so weakened and dazed by the cocktail of drugs that she 
had been able to do little other than fall off of the bed 
she had intended to share with her little sister.  It had 
been there that she had been found by the pair now in the 
room with her.

"I'll take you down when you're ready."

Rachel stood up.  "Dry me off then."

Michael wrapped a towel around his cousin as she stood in 
the tub.  As his arms passed behind her she wrapped hers 
around him and drew him in for a hug.  "Thank you for a 
lovely evening too.  When can we do it again?"

Used to sharing confidences, Stacey had been told about 
Rachel's new "arrangement" with her cousin but hadn't 
expected her to be quite so open about it.

She heard her friend's giggle as she was lifted out of 
the bath and a hum of pleasure through the sounds of a 
kiss before Michael responded.  "I'd love to now but I 
think we'd better wait until tonight."

Rachel pouted.  "Spoilsport.  You'd better make the wait 
worthwhile."  Michael rubbed her down, enjoying the feel 
and sight of her young body.

"Go on then.  I've brought you a bath robe; it's on the 
bed.  Do you want me to dry you too Stacey?"

When Stacey hesitated over her answer Rachel butted in.  
"You'd better let him.  You're steadier but you don't 
want to fall over because you're trying to do too much 
too soon and besides, he's already seen all you've got.  
He's also got a tender touch."

Grinning to herself, she felt her way back to the bed and 
found the robes.

Stacey was blushing from her chest to her scalp.  Okay, 
Michael and Rachel HAD gotten her cleaned up apparently 
but she thankfully hadn't been aware of it at the time.  
Now her so-called friend was encouraging her to expose 
herself to the young man.  Rachel might be comfortable 
with him but Stacey only knew him as Rachel's cute 
relative she had seen once when she had been around 
Rachel's and his family had come visiting.

She had a feeling that she would like him but wasn't sure 
if that was simply gratitude for being rescued.  She just 
wasn't ready.

"Can I have a towel please?"

"Certainly."  Michael got a dry towel and held it in 
front of the girl.

Stacey held it over her front as she stood with Michael's 
hand on her arm.  When she was up he reached behind her 
to wrap the end around, handing it to her to secure 
around the front again.

"I think it's safer if I lift you out.  You're no heavier 
than Rachel and I can manage her.  Okay?"

"Okay"

Michael put his hands on her waist and lifted her up and 
over the edge.  Stacey put her hands on his shoulders and 
leaned forwards which unfortunately pressed her chest 
against his face.

Michael gallantly neglected to mention it but Stacey's 
cheeks and shoulders reddened again.  When she blushed it 
involved a major portion of her body!

Michael put her hand on the towel rail.  "Hold on here 
for a minute."  He pulled out the plug and then knelt 
with another towel and began to dry Stacey's legs.

He dried each foot then worked his way up her left leg.  
"Say when."

Stacey let him reach just above her knee before issuing a 
shaky "w-when".  Michael let the hem of her wrap-around 
drop and started on the right leg.

Whether Stacey was expecting him to stop at the same 
height or was more comfortable in his presence or was 
simply enjoying being pampered, she failed to comment as 
he worked his way past her knee and was rubbing the towel 
over her inner thigh.

With a sudden realisation she hastily interrupted him, 
"Stop! Er, When!"  Michael chuckled as he let her leg go.

He stood and dried her back and shoulders then passed the 
towel under her chin and lifted it slightly while he 
planted a very chaste kiss on her lips.

"I'm glad you're all right and I hope you'll be happy 
here.  I'll get your robe and you can dry the bits I 
missed.  Will you be okay?"

Stacey gave him an embarrassed hug before saying, "Thank 
you.  Yes."

Michael hung the robe over the towel rail where Stacey 
could reach it and returned to the bedroom.  He decided 
Stacey's company would be worth cultivating and he didn't 
want to put her off by rushing her.

He figured a little kindness, some unforced signs of 
affection, and possibly a little example from Rachel, and 
she would be willing to join them.  Rachel hadn't 
mentioned her own experiences with Stacey to him so he 
was unaware of how close the two girls actually were.

Rachel was sitting on the bed with the robe open.  "You 
look good enough to eat."

She lay back and spread her legs.  "You are all talk!"

Michael proved he wasn't.

Her pussy was freshly cleaned and there was no sign of 
the juices he found so tasty.  He looked at her exposed 
pussy and reached forward to spread her lips.

It was different in the daytime.  Rachel had spread 
herself wide to give him access and he had now spread the 
petals that covered the entrance to her centre of 
womanhood.  Like a bee drawn to the nectar at the centre 
of a flower, Michael's tongue was drawn to the source of 
her liquid honey.

He searched and found none; his tongue quested seeking 
the pleasant sustenance and, by it's actions, brought it 
forth in copious quantity.

He buried his mouth against the fur lined cup and drank 
deeply, his attentions rewarded by the sweet outflow.

Engaged in his cousin's cuntal secretions he failed to 
hear the hesitant approach and Stacey bumped into his 
back, one hand landing on his head and the other on 
Rachel's thigh as she stumbled forward.

"Are you all right Stace?" asked Rachel.

It was Michael who was more in need of care at that point 
though.  Stacey had put her hand directly on the bandage 
that he had until then managed to keep away from Rachel's 
touch.  His scalp was tender and her hand had pulled at 
the stitches slightly, fortunately not enough to cause 
him further injury.

Stacey straightened and felt Michael turn towards her as 
she stepped back.  He took her hand to steady her.

"Yes.  Sorry.  Are you all right Michael?"

"Yes, I'm okay", said Michael.  He stood and led her 
towards the bed beside the other girl.  "Have a seat for 
a minute."

As Michael tenderly checked his head Stacey felt the bed 
and sat down.  She noticed Rachel was still laying across 
the bed.

"I suppose we had better go and get something to eat", 
said Rachel, wishing her friend had taken a little longer 
to dry herself.  "Oh, well", she thought, "I didn't 
really expect to get that much."  She sat up and took her 
friend's hand.

"Come on then.  You ready for some breakfast?"

"Lunch", corrected Michael who had decided he would, once 
again, survive.

"Lunch then."

"Yes" said Stacey.

Rachel stood and tugged on her friend's hand.  She was 
mischievous and wanted to boast about her activities 
without actually mentioning them.

"First we should give Michael a big kiss to say thank 
you."  She grabbed her cousin as he stood in front of her 
and planted her lips on his.  Her own scent filled her 
nostrils and she avoided wiping off any of the moist 
coating around his mouth.

Her kiss made a drawn out exaggerated noise before she 
straightened and pushed her cousin onto her friend.

"Er, thank you Michael."  Stacey leaned forward with lips 
puckered hoping that Michael would actually kiss her and 
not leave her waiting in a stupid pose.

Michael wouldn't have let the opportunity pass for such a 
poor reason and he met her kiss with a little more effort 
than their previous peck.  He made no attempt to engage 
her tongue but he did detect her inhalation and noticed 
her tongue pass over her lips when they both 
straightened.  She looked a little puzzled and then he 
saw the light bulb go off over her head.

"That's quite all right.  It is a pleasure to serve two 
such charming, and lovely, ladies."  As he turned to 
offer his arms to them he noticed Stacey's tongue flicker 
out once more to lick around her mouth.  It seemed she 
found the taste on his lips interesting too.

-----

Nancy stood by the pool door.  They had found a wedge and 
she had secured it and waited for the people to cross the 
space of about 10 metres between the two buildings.  It 
was cool but the partitions David and she had erected 
kept the wind down.  It would make them appreciate the 
warm water more.

David was organising the naked assemblage at the 
gymnasium end of the line.  Some took the opportunity to 
go to the bathroom while the others got ready, figuring 
there might be a rush at the other end.  David got the 
ones who had stripped off quickly moving along the guide 
rope where he then assisted them to the door.

He took the opportunity to review the different shapes 
and sizes and the odd surprises as the women and a couple 
of men passed by.  There were some interesting "hair 
cuts", a range of tattoos that normally would have been 
well hidden and an occasional piercing that had him 
wondering.  

For someone who had rarely had a chance to look at porno 
mags and whose first and only experience of a woman's 
body had been during the previous evening, the parade was 
a revelation.

Even the half dozen men provided examples of the 
variation in the human form.

David greeted each person as they went past, introducing 
himself to those he found "interesting".  At some stage 
he would have to "take" or at least get to know in a 
biblical sense a sizable number of these women.  If they 
had some say in the choice he hoped a good impression may 
make them remember him when the time came.

"Hello."  "Hi, I'm David."  "I like your tattoo."

He recognised the doctor, not quite as formidable in his 
mind now her official attire was discarded.  In fact she 
looked quite nice, considering she was probably fifteen 
years older than him.  Still Vicki, a little further down 
the line he saw, was eight years older and she had been 
fantastic.  He had had one teacher; the doctor had talked 
about him learning medicine from her, perhaps she could 
teach him some other things too?

The women passed by and when Vicki, his former geography 
teacher and first lover, came up he gave her a hug and 
got her to stand next to him for a little while.

Between encouraging people to follow the wall to his 
voice and greeting them he spoke briefly to his carnal 
instructor.

Caressing her bare ass he asked "Have you been okay?  I'm 
sorry I've been a bit busy this morning.  (Hi I'm David.  
Just put your hand on the partitions and walk across.  
Nancy will meet you there.)"

Vicki gave him a hug.  "I've been talking to some of my 
colleagues.  I've told them what a good lover you are."

She paused while he "processed" a few more people.  "I 
can't wait to show you some more things."

David gave her a kiss.  He would like that too but he 
also wanted to try out some others.  He was young enough 
to be able, and willing, to do both.

"Hi Mom."  Now that was embarrassing.  He had wondered 
what his mother would look like naked; now he knew.  
"Certainly nothing to be ashamed of", he thought.

His sister followed her.  "Hi Ellen."  She poked her 
tongue out in his general direction.  He gave her a pat 
on the rump as she passed by and she turned to display 
her tongue again.  She couldn't get told off for being 
childish when only her little brother could see.

David enjoyed his sister's display and barely noticed the 
tongue as he concentrated on the other fine features.

He HAD managed to catch her naked once though it had been 
two years earlier when her body was nowhere near as 
developed as it now was.  Besides she had only been 
rushing down the corridor from her bedroom to the toilet 
to throw up when she had a bout of gastro.

She had just come from the bathroom with her towel 
wrapped around her when she had to change direction; the 
towel had dropped and she hadn't bothered with it as she 
barged past him.  He had left the towel outside the door 
but the sounds within had driven him away.

Today the view was much more worth while.

David gave Vicki a kiss, tongue fighting tongue as she 
had shown him, and sent her with the others promising to 
catch up with her later.

He had gotten rid of her just in time.  A few more people 
went by then it was the nurses Janice and Anne-Marie.  
"Hello Janice, Anne-Marie."  He took the opportunity to 
caress Anne-Marie's rear as he whispered in her ear, "You 
look absolutely lovely."  She blushed at the compliment 
as she moved forward.


A few more women went by and then a string of schoolgirls 
he had not yet had an opportunity to meet.  Closer to his 
own age he appraised these very closely and was willing 
to pass favourable comments as they went by.

"Very nice!"  "Wow!"  "I'm very pleased to meet you."

No matter whether they were spectacular or only so-so he 
tried to make each one feel special, touching their arm 
as they went by.

Finally there were only the stragglers; those who had 
attended to their needs first and those who had been 
reluctant to strip.

There were few people remaining.  His aunt Julie and 
cousin Graham had taken advantage of their own private 
facilities and saw no need to parade naked in front of 
the young teenager.  His uncle Stan and cousin Walter 
were still with the six girls he had introduced them to 
earlier.  Damn.  They seemed to be getting on VERY well 
together; if only he hadn't had to fix Michael up.

The girls looked very nice as they lounged in their 
robes.  They weren't concerned with whether or not anyone 
could see between their legs nor whether the fronts were 
gaping open.  One was even rubbing her nipple as he 
watched.

David went around to the remaining three women.  They 
were not willing to get undressed there with him watching 
so he suggested he walk with them to the pool where his 
cousin Nancy could see they got into the pool.  He could 
come later and bring their clothing back when they were 
in the water and Nancy would give them robes to wear 
back.  They agreed with this and he delivered them to 
Nancy.

He returned to the gym and went over to speak with his 
new friends; he had no desire to get involved with his 
sour-faced aunt.  He had heard her making her views known 
from time to time and didn't want to get in a discussion 
with her.

Stan got up when his nephew greeted them and took his 
arm.  "Can we have a little talk?"

-----

The girls had sat on the kitchen benches to eat a bowlful 
of cereal each.  Michael found a banana that was still 
edible though spotted and they shared it, Rachael and he 
eating their way towards a kiss while Stacey had her 
third sitting beside them.

In the darkness she could hear their foolishness and felt 
a little lonely that she was missing out.  Michael did 
seem nice.

He rinsed the dishes and escorted his companions to the 
pool area.  Uncomfortable almost as soon as they entered 
the hot and humid environment, Michael changed into one 
of the cooler bath robes lying in a heap and then sat 
back between them on a bench seat.

He didn't spot Nancy at first.  There were over two 
hundred people in a three lane Olympic length pool.  Most 
were standing in clumps though the middle lane was set 
aside for those who wished to exercise by walking back 
and forth in a circle holding on to the floating ropes 
and the far lane was sparsely occupied by those who had 
been adventurous enough to find their way away from the 
more crowded area.

--

Unknown to him, somewhere in all that naked flesh was his 
cousin; also uncomfortable in the muggy room, she had 
soon stripped off when she found it was necessary to get 
in the water from time to time but now that Michael was 
there she was a bit reluctant to get out.

She saw him holding her sister's hand and that of some 
other girl; "Why that was Stacey!  She looks so 
different."

Some one called out and she turned to look.  Another one 
had gotten a bit lost heading to or from the change-
rooms.  And it was so simple!

David had set up some screens so that a person climbing 
out at one end of the pool merely had to follow the 
makeshift wall to reach the door.  Once there most people 
could find a cubicle or washbasin without assistance.  
They had been practicing in the gym for over a day!

Still there was always one who hadn't paid attention when 
it had been explained and took the wrong turn or who got 
out the wrong end.

Nancy swam over to the other side and climbed out 
presenting Michael with a distant but respectable view of 
her derriere.  Her swinging arms and direction blocked 
his view of her other attributes until she assisted the 
woman back into the pool and walked around the side to 
where she had left a towel and her clothes.  She dried 
herself and donned a towelling robe from the pile before 
joining them.

--

As Michael watched her dry herself he commented to 
Rachel.  "Did you realise your sister looks a lot like 
you, with her clothes off?"

Rachel elbowed him in the side.  "Let someone else check 
her out, you've got me and Stacey to worry about."

Stacey wasn't sure how she felt about being automatically 
included in the grouping.  She didn't want to be parted 
from her friend and was finding Michael interesting but 
no-one likes to be taken for granted.  Perhaps Michael 
should ask HER if she wanted to be "worried about"!  She 
knew she wouldn't have said "No" if he did.

Nancy came over.  "Hello.  How's the head?"

"Head?", asked Rachel.

"Yeah.  Didn't he tell you he was nearly scalped 
earlier?"

Rachel lifted her hand to her lover's head.

"Careful", warned Michael.

Rachel felt the bandage.  "Why didn't you say something?"

"It was all over and I didn't want you to worry."

Rachel took his face in her hands and kissed him 
tenderly.

Nancy watched in amazement.  Her sister had only gone off 
with their cousin the night before and now, in the course 
of what?, 11? 12? hours she was all lovey-dovey over him!

She neglected to consider how her own relationship with 
her friend Fran and Fran's boyfriend Paul had similarly 
developed over much the same period.  She concentrated 
instead on the details that she was 18 and had at least 
screwed her boyfriend, now gone forever, while Rachel at 
15 had been a virgin when she had left the gym the 
previous evening.

After being told Michael had specifically chosen her over 
his other available female cousins, rushing his choice to 
avoid getting the second best but still permitting her to 
make the decision as to whether or when they would get 
together, Rachel had experienced a tender first time that 
made her appreciate her new lover.

That he had shown a similar sensitivity to her friend 
when she was in desperate need had only reinforced her 
feelings.  When he had shown it wasn't a one-night stand; 
that he was still interested in her and was prepared to 
look to her pleasure before his own, well...  He just had 
to be the one didn't he!

Rachel put her arm around him and rested her head against 
his chest.  She hugged him, not realising her robe was 
gaping open to show her sister her young tits.

"She doesn't look old enough to have a boyfriend", 
thought Nancy as she stared at her cousin.  "I hope he 
treats her properly."

Her attention was drawn back to the pool.  She had gotten 
people in the water and was letting them have a bit of a 
soak and some exercise as they wished while the water was 
still fresh.  She now put out washcloths, cakes of soap 
and bottles of shampoo around the pool and let the 
bathers know they were there.  People took turns to use 
the items, helping each other wash with a sense of 
community, brought together by their shared losses.

An occasional cake of soap was lost and there was a high-
spirited search with people bobbing under to reach for 
the slippery bar.  There was quite a bit of accidental 
capture of body parts and the former caretaker found the 
lack of resemblance between his organ and a cake of soap 
did not stop it's repeated capture.  His age unknowable 
unless he revealed it and the women realising their 
identities were also protected, both parties enjoyed the 
not so accidental encounters as he gave as good as he 
got.

--

Michael noticed his mother was down one end of the pool, 
sitting on the steps with her friend Deirdre.  Looking 
closer he realised that Deirdre had an arm around his 
mother with one of her hands on her breast.  There also 
seemed to be some activity between the women under the 
water.  "Don't tell me Mum and Deirdre are getting it 
off!"  Michael wondered what his father would say.

"You're not going to believe it but someone is playing 
with my mother's tits!"

The response was unexpected.

"I wish I had half her luck."  It was Stacey.

"Feeling lonely sweetheart?"  Michael let go of her hand 
and put his arm around her.

"A bit."

"Would you like me to ..."

"I think so.  Yes please, if it's all right with Rachel."

"Of course Stace.  You know we've always shared."

"Not a boy."

"There's enough of him to share.  We are going to have to 
share him with some others too so we should probably get 
as much use from him before he gets all tired out."

"Thank you very much!"  Michael considered.  The bench 
was away from the wall.  "Would you girls mind turning 
around on the seat?"

The girls were puzzled but complied.  With them now 
facing the wall while he faced the pool he gently parted 
the robes and slipped and arm around the waist of each 
pretty young girl.

As he looked at Stacey's body for the first time with her 
permission, he was pleased with the shape of her young 
breasts.  He compared them with Rachel's.

Rachel had small mounds which clearly showed she was 
female, there was no doubting that!  There was enough 
"meat" there to cup in his hand; they were noticeable as 
breasts to his touch, it wasn't the same as holding her 
little pudding belly (and THAT wasn't fat either just a 
nice rounded shape).  What he liked was the conical shape 
to her nipples.  Stacey's were more like the erasers on 
the end of a pencil, with a little crease across the 
ends.  Rachel's didn't seem to have a distinct existence, 
they were simply the end of a mound upon a mound.

Those mounds were almost hemispherical, with the stubby 
cones added on top.  Stacey's had more of a convex upper 
surface, a ski jump to the take-off point on her nipple 
then a convex lower surface giving a firm rounded shape 
to the breast.

Both forms were attractive to Michael.

After rubbing their backs and sides while he took stock 
of their beauty he slid his hands up and took a breast in 
each one.  Both girls leaned into his touch.

His hands were warm against their flesh and his fingers 
stroked the soft smooth skin.  He squeezed softly, first 
on Stacey's side as he leaned to kiss her, then on 
Rachel's as he made her aware that his feelings for her 
had not changed by his acceptance of Stacey as another 
potential partner.

Rachel felt between them and took Stacey's hand in hers.  
They had spent some time in their own tentative 
explorations and she wasn't sure how Michael would 
respond to that information.  Stacey squeezed her 
fingers; she too had fond memories and wondered where 
these new shared experiences would take them.

--

Nancy had observed them change around and realised what 
Michael was doing.  The idea of surreptitiously petting 
with all these people around was something she too found 
exciting and she sought out her own companions.

Fran and Paul had been chatting to people, making their 
acquaintances and getting to know their fellow "inmates".  
It was a bit like a large society party where you mingled 
with strangers and gradually got to know a few of them.

When Nancy asked them to come with her they bid their new 
friends goodbye and slipped under the ropes to go over to 
the quieter side of the pool.

Nancy sat on the side of the pool and whispered to her 
friends.  "I'm sorry, I know it sounds selfish.  It's 
just I was just so horny I wondered if Paul would eat 
me."

Paul replied "Of course.  Just ask any time.  It's a 
pleasure."

Fran however had other ideas.  "Do you mind if I eat you 
instead?"

Nancy hadn't wanted to ask her friend.  She certainly 
wanted to try Fran but wasn't sure if Fran would be 
interested in reciprocating.

"Perhaps we can eat each other?"

"Tonight maybe", promised Fran, "let me just satisfy you 
for now."  She pushed Nancy's legs apart, a simple enough 
task, and moved her head between her thighs.

Paul stood behind his girlfriend, his cock stiffening 
against her ass, and cupped her breasts from behind.  He 
couldn't SEE her eating pussy but once she started he 
planned on using his hands to feel the activity; by 
letting his imagination replace his eyes he would know 
what it looked like!

Nancy looked around her, no-one was paying the trio any 
notice and Michael was apparently more concerned with his 
own companions.

She looked across the room to watch him as Fran planted a 
series of little kisses over the surface of her pussy.  
It was a pleasing sensation, devoid of the hurried 
approach her former boyfriend had favoured; a light touch 
that warmed her without distracting her attention from 
the distant tableau.

Michael was swapping kisses back and forth between the 
two girls by his sides.  Nancy couldn't see his hands but 
when her little sister, holding hands with her friend, 
appeared to be stroking their cousin's penis she tried to 
get a better look.  "Can we just move around a bit 
please?"

From her new vantage point she sat directly opposite the 
young man and, while it gave her a better view of what 
was happening on that side of the pool, it also made her 
much more obvious.

Michael met her gaze and smiled at her.  He wasn't trying 
to hide and he must have been able to see the back of 
Fran's head.  Nancy waved and he raised a hand from 
behind her sister and waved back.

He nodded his head downwards, indicating Fran and Nancy 
lay her hand on the back of her friend's head.  Paul had 
his hand in her lap and was holding her lips apart so 
Fran could kiss and occasionally lick a little deeper.

Nancy nodded downwards in turn and made a sign to 
indicate the pumping hands and Michael caressed the girls 
faces, stroking their cheeks and gently rubbing their 
earlobes.

"Paul could you stand next to me please?"

Paul retrieved his hand and lifted himself out onto the 
tiles.  He took his place as asked and a shower of water 
fell in a cooling spray as he shook his wet arms above 
her.  He was semi-hard and Nancy cupped his balls, 
encouraging the organ to stiffen. She took it in her hand 
and began to stroke it, making sure that each movement 
was clearly visible to Michael.

--

Michael enjoyed watching the counter-teasing and upped 
the performance on his side of the pool.

"Stacey would you stand up please and put your robe on 
the seat.  And Rachel would you put your robe on your 
side of the seat and kneel on it so you can suck me?"

Though their love making had been in private (including 
Stacey's presence) Rachel realised that the people in the 
pool wouldn't be able to see her most improper behaviour.  
She didn't consider her sister's presence.

Stacey figured Michael now knew enough about how her body 
looked that it no longer mattered, and like Rachel, she 
complied with his request.  His touch had been thrilling 
and his kisses sweet.  She was quite willing to trust him 
to continue the pleasantries.

Rachel's tits didn't droop at all when she was sitting up 
and didn't seem any different as they now hung down.  
Michael made sure his fingertips were easily seen 
reaching up her side as he cupped one of the gorgeous 
breasts in his hand.

Rachel began to lick and bob her head in a rather 
inexperienced attempt to blow the youth.  Michael turned 
his head towards the other teen girl now standing beside 
him and took one of her tits in his mouth.  He had her 
stand so his own head didn't obstruct Nancy's view.

Stacey was most pleased that she had followed his orders.  
When he had fondled her breasts it had been nice but now 
it resembled the pleasure she and Rachel had shared 
during their "investigations" some months earlier.

He continued sucking at Stacey's chest for some time and 
then paused to see whether Nancy had continued to watch 
and, if so, how she was reacting.

--

Nancy had indeed kept her eyes glued on him as first 
Stacey and then Rachel had stripped and she had watched 
her own sister giving their cousin a mouth-fuck.  It was 
a skill she, quite correctly, wouldn't have thought her 
sister possessed.  Michael didn't however seem to mind, 
she must be doing something right.

When Michael looked over at her, replacing his mouth at 
the standing girls breast with his free hand, Nancy 
released Paul momentarily and gave him a silent clap, 
honouring his performance.

She then used Paul's penis as a leash to move him into 
position.  She reached around behind him and griped his 
ass to force him to move closer to her waiting mouth.

It was in some respects easier for Nancy than Michael; 
she could continue in her endeavours while glancing over 
the top of the penis to see what was happening elsewhere.

Fran was getting into the swing of things, beginning to 
send shivery sensations up and down Nancy's spine as she 
thought eagerly about eating and being eaten.  She didn't 
mind being the meat in the sandwich, this time.

--

Michael remembered back to the days when he and Nancy had 
been just kids.  There were photos as evidence that they 
had shared a bath on at least one occasion though neither 
remembered that innocent experience.  Later however they 
had played a little "Doctors" which at the time had 
simply been an inquisitive "I'll show you mine if ...".

Later still they had found each other to be convenient 
members of the opposite sex when it was time to learn how 
to kiss in a manner that didn't relate to visiting 
grandparents.

At no time could he recall Nancy revealing an 
exhibitionistic streak, in fact once, when viewing a 
naked woman running across a sports ground he could 
recall her saying that she "could never do anything like 
that!"  Perhaps she had changed or perhaps it was merely 
the size of the audience.

He had to get Rachel to pause as he watched Nancy slide 
the stranger's prick into her mouth (he supposed this was 
the electrician she had talked about earlier - Paul? - 
and the woman who he could just see would be ... what was 
her name?)  It was a case of too much of a good thing and 
he wanted to last as long as Nancy.

Rachel had made up for a lack of technique with a high 
degree of enthusiasm.

"Rachel, love.  You didn't want to wait until later.  
Would you like to sit on my lap now?"  He lifted her face 
from his lap.

Rachel sat up and gave him a spirited hug.  "Sure.  What 
do you want me to do?"

"Stand in front of me and then just sit back down on my 
lap."  Michael scooted over to the end of the bench, 
leading Stacey by the hand.  She could now stand where he 
could reach her without having to turn so far around.

He wanted his cousin to watch him screw her sister with 
all these people unknowingly present just as she was 
doing her own secret sword swallowing act for him.

--

Nancy was holding Fran's head firmly against her cunt 
flaps while she watched Michael and the girls.  Paul 
found her own oral activity disturbingly inconsistent; 
she would get things moving nicely and then would pause 
for a few seconds as if distracted.  He wondered if it 
was Fran's fault and once again wished he could actually 
see the girls together.

Nancy did enjoy the continued efforts of her friend.  If 
she hadn't been there Nancy would have had to bury her 
fingers deep in her twat; Michael was making her so hot!

She was, for the moment at least, only using Paul to put 
on a show for Michael.  She hadn't really considered what 
HE was feeling at the moment and would have been 
apologetic had she realised the strain she was causing.

She took her mouth off of his prick and resumed stroking 
it instead something which disappointed him until she 
softly explained to them both what was going on.

"My cousin Michael is across the pool watching us."  Fran 
turned her face upwards while Paul unconsciously turned 
to where Nancy would be facing.

"No.  Keep that up please dear Fran.  It is so nice.  He 
has been fooling around with my sister and her friend and 
he knows I'm watching him too.  I think he's getting as 
hot watching you two as I am, watching him."

"What have they been doing?" asked Paul.  Fran would have 
asked the same question but she had done as Nancy had 
asked and was too polite to talk with her mouth full.

"Much the same as us, only he was sucking on Stacey's 
tits, that's my sister's friend, while Rachel was giving 
him a blow job.  He's been watching me blow Paul and now 
she's moved onto his lap.

She's naked facing me with her legs spread over his and I 
watched her reach between to put his prick inside her.  I 
never imagined my little sister behaving like that."

"I'm sure she wouldn't imagine you behaving like this 
either.  You said 'little sister'.  How old is she?"

"Fifteen."

"And your cousin?"

"Uhm.  Seventeen I think.  He's cupping her breasts as 
she leans back against him and now he's taken one of 
Stacey's hands and put it on her breasts.  He's looking 
straight across at us as they are playing with my 
sister."

Her hand was gripping harder on Paul's penis and she 
began to stroke harder as well while providing the 
commentary.  Paul put his hand on her head to steady 
himself as he resisted the impulse to rock his hips 
against the direction of her hands.

"Fran why don't you climb up here and we can see if we 
can top that."  Paul was quite willing to help put on a 
show of their own; At 22 he thought he could come up with 
a few things a 17 year old boy may not.  Fran paused for 
Nancy's decision.

"Yes dear.  Let's see what this wicked man of yours has 
in mind."

The young woman got out and Nancy handed here her towel.  
She patted herself dry as Paul made his suggestion.

Nancy stood.  Fran was lighter than her, so this time 
they would make a Fran sandwich.  Nancy steadied the 
couple as Paul lifted his girlfriend and turned her 
upside down.  Nancy checked their stance to make sure 
that Michael could see as her companions began their 
vertical 69.

The angle of Paul's prick matched that of Fran's throat 
and she found that, rather than pushing against her 
uvula, his prick forced the back of her tongue down 
instead and lessened the feeling she was going to choke. 

Paul in turn bent his head and tasted the pool-tainted 
tang of her juices.  Nancy stood behind Fran enjoying the 
perfect view of Paul's tongue passing over her clit to 
reach her damp hole.

After unsuccessfully trying to reach Fran's breasts, 
Nancy instead slipped first one and then a second finger 
into the woman's cunt.  Paul's tongue found her knuckles 
and followed her digits to plant a kiss on the back of 
her hand before returning to Fran's clit.  He could tell 
Fran was enjoying the finger fuck as her actions had 
increased around the time Nancy must have penetrated her.

Nancy's fingers tired and she changed around; one finger, 
the other, her thumb.  She had to twist her arm around 
for the latter and decided to stick with her fingers 
instead.  She was paying less attention to Michael now 
and more to the closer show.

With two fingers buried deep in the other woman's vagina, 
her thumb was brushing against the puckered ring of her 
asshole.  Nancy had heard of anal sex but associated it 
with male homosexuals.  Her friend seemed to like her 
touch though and Nancy increased the stimulation.

"What ever you are doing, keep it up Nancy.  Fran is 
getting frantic."

Nancy complied and instead of just rubbing her thumb past 
the sphincter she pressed against it.  There was enough 
lubricant on her thumb to allow her to force the ring of 
muscle to part slightly and when she eased the pressure a 
little wall of flesh remained stretched against her thumb 
to fight against its withdrawal.

She relaxed her thumb, leaving it still slightly inserted 
while she pushed her fingers deeper, wriggling them 
inside her girlfriend.  Then she eased them out letting 
her hand rock to force her slippery thumb a little 
deeper.

The sphincter widened and once again Paul encouraged her 
to continue.  He didn't know how long he could last if 
Fran continued to hoover him but while it did last he 
wanted her to keep it up exactly like she was now.

Rocking back and forth, Nancy strove to embed her thumb 
deeper.  Fran's ass was drying though and, with some 
difficulty just before it came free, Nancy removed the 
intruding digit and wiped her fingers around her friend's 
ass cheeks.

She knew from childhood instructions how important it was 
for girls to wipe "1-2" and not the reverse.  She was 
willing to add extra juices where she could coat her 
thumb but wasn't about to stick it where she could infect 
her friend; she scraped her thumb over the smooth cheeks.

Adequately lubed she tried again and this time found her 
friend's asshole eager to be invaded.  With her digits 
stimulating front and back she again took the time to 
look across the pool.

--

Michael had been enjoying the acrobatic display almost as 
much as feeling Rachel's hot cunt around his prick.  He 
had asked her to sit still so that he could enjoy the 
show.

He had been quite pleased as well when Stacey had been 
prepared to let him place her hand on her girlfriend's 
small breast.  He didn't know it wasn't the first time 
but when Rachel felt him first place it there and then 
pat the back of Stacey's hand as she fondled her friend 
she decided it would be safe to let him in on their 
secret.

"Michael, I've, well we've, got something to tell you.  
See Stacey and I have, well ... fooled around a little 
together.  Not much but we have played with each other a 
couple of times."

Stacey's hand griped the little mound.  "How could she!  
What would Michael say?"

Rachel patted the hand herself; "It will be okay", she 
seemed to be saying.

"Great!"  Michael was knowledgeable enough about what 
went on, or at least what had, in society and found the 
idea of a little lesbian action very attractive.  "Did 
you enjoy it?"

Rachel replied while Stacey was still a little stunned, 
"It was fun."  She didn't want to turn Michael off making 
love with her; the experiences with Stacey had been 
interesting, educational, enjoyable and erotically 
pleasing but they had approached things as friends rather 
than as lovers.  It had drawn them closer without 
initiating an exclusive relationship.

"How about you Stacey?  Did you like fooling around with 
Rachel?"

Stacey's reply was rather quiet, "Yes.  She was lovely."

Michael's voice lost some of it's exuberance, becoming 
more pleading as he asked, "Do you think I could watch 
you some time?  Or would you prefer to just be together?"

Both girls answered "Oh no!" at the same time and then 
realised that he could interpret that as an answer to his 
first question rather than the intended second.

"I want to be with you Michael.  If Stacey's there that's 
fine with me and, if she doesn't mind, I don't mind you 
watching us.  I love you Michael!"

Stacey wasn't willing to declare her feelings, not quite 
sure herself yet as everything had been moving far too 
fast for her.  "I want to be with you both too.  I really 
don't know that we have done much together but I 
certainly don't mind you being there if we do it again."

"You will have to tell me about it some time.  Have you 
eaten each other?"

Stacey knew she had interrupted something along those 
lines earlier and recalled the sweet musky taste on 
Michael's lips.

It had brought back memories of the time she had smelled, 
then licked, her fingers after an early attempt to make 
Rachel come.

-----

She had sat back against the headboard of her bed with 
her legs apart and with Rachel leaning back into her.

They had stayed fully clothed in case Stacey's Mum came 
wandering by so she had slipped one hand under Rachel's 
sweater and over her soft bra; the other went under the 
elastic of the leg of her knickers.

Stacey had always been a little more adventurous than her 
friend but Rachel could be counted upon to eventually 
follow the other girl's lead.

When Stacey had found out about the joys of self-
exploration she had shared her experiences with Rachel 
and later had suggested she demonstrate to her friend 
exactly what she had discovered.

Rachel had been nervous that they might be discovered but 
the embarrassment she might have felt at her friend's 
touch was allayed by the need to keep her clothes on.

Stacey had explained what she was doing as her hands 
moved over the young body cuddled against her.  If the 
hand on her budding breast had been rendered less 
effective by the training bra, the touch on her 
previously undiscovered clit was earth-shattering.

As she made her friend squirm her fingers slid back and 
forth, getting coated with the same slime she had found 
between her own legs.

Rachel hadn't come on that day but she had found enough 
enjoyment to go exploring further and later to pleasure 
Stacey in turn.

Rachel had lain there, gasping as she tried to recover.  
Stacey had hugged her and reached up to push her own hair 
out of her eyes.  She caught the scent and breathed 
deeply with her fingers by her top lip.

She hadn't mentioned to Rachel that she had actually 
tasted the sweet smelling secretions after masturbating 
and now she glanced down to make sure her friend didn't 
see her put her glistening fingers between her lips.

She scoured those digits clean as she realised just how 
tasty Rachel was.

Best friends though they were, intimate though their 
investigations had been, Stacey was still uncertain how 
her friend would react to the knowledge Stacey had tasted 
the slime from "down there".  At that stage in their 
lives it was too "gross" to contemplate.

Knowing now how they both tasted, Stacey limited their 
encounters to the manipulation of each other's bodies 
with their hands and an occasional suckled breast.  
Rachel, following her friend's lead, didn't suspect the 
larger world of experience she was missing.

That night, Rachel's cotton knickers were soaked through 
and the next morning when she was putting her laundry out 
she found they had hardened like cardboard.  It wasn't to 
be the last time.

-----

"No", Stacey quietly answered Michael, "we haven't done 
that."

"Oh you should try it", he encouraged.  "I know Rachel is 
delicious and I'm sure you are too.  Do you like your own 
taste?"

Stacey was still unsure in front of her friend.  Rachel 
seemed so tied up with Michael; she didn't know how 
things really stood between the three of them.  Okay, 
Michael had put her hand on Rachel's breast and Rachel 
hadn't complained, but they hadn't really "touched" other 
than a weepy hug and friendly kisses on the cheek when 
she had finally been sensible to her new situation that 
morning.

Rachel piped up in the growing silence.  "I like it.  
It's yummy."

If Rachel could say it Stacey supposed she could too.  
"Yes, it's nice."

Rachel continued, placing a hand on Michaels as he gently 
rubbed her breast, "What is really nice though is tasting 
it on your lips."  She laughed.

Michael remembered back in the room and leaned against 
Stacey's cushioning breasts as he looked up at her face.  
"I think Stacey likes to taste it that way too."

As he thought, her blush said it all.  There was no 
confused look, she had realised what had been coating his 
lips when they had kissed.

There was a faint call and he saw someone waving by the 
change room door.  He glanced back at Nancy and saw she 
was going to respond.

"Stacey.  I wonder.  I would like to watch you eating 
Rachel's pussy.  Would you do that for me?"

"Oh please do", said Rachel.  "I'll eat yours after or 
Michael will.  You can find out how absolutely dreamy it 
is."

Stacey didn't want to say no and now she didn't have a 
reason to.  "Okay, but I haven't done it before so I 
don't really know what to do."

Michael bounced up and down on the seat as he turned 
round to face the end, keeping Rachel spiked as she 
travelled with his lap.  He wanted to be able to lie back 
if necessary to give Stacey better access but for now he 
wanted to see her in action.

"Just kneel down between my legs."  He spread them wide 
and Rachel, her legs draped over his, thought she was 
going to be split open.

"Now all you have to do is find her pussy and lap up 
those sweet juices.  Is that okay?"

"Sure."  Stacey was getting her old confidence back.  She 
knew she wasn't going to be treated with horror and was, 
as always, willing to try something new.

Rachel had been the follower in the past.  Now, if not 
the trailblazer, she was certainly the promoter.  For 
something like this Stacey didn't mind following along.

She placed her hands on Rachel's legs and walked forward 
on her knees so she was better positioned.

She had to bend forwards so she lay her arms right over 
the soft thighs and reached around behind Michael to 
playfully grasp his ass cheeks under his robe.

She ran the tip of her nose down Rachel's belly, seeking 
the hidden places she had not visited for, oh so long.  
Michael had "dined" at Rachel's table only a little 
earlier so Stacey was confident all would be tasty.  She 
poked out her tongue and almost immediately found the 
hooded button she knew would turn the other girl on in a 
most remarkable way.

It wasn't the object of her quest, just yet, so she drove 
her tongue further back where the taste was stronger.

Rachel leaned back as Michael reclined slightly, 
maintaining his view over his cousin's shapely shoulder.  
"Stacey certainly seems to want to do this", he thought.  
"Much better to watch in the evenings than TV."

Stacey found she could get deeper and poked out a 
flattened tongue intending to swipe it from dripping cunt 
to furry fringe.  Instead she encountered a saggy sack of 
skin whose heavy contents she juggled on the tip of her 
tongue.

Further along a tree trunk grew out of the delicious 
swamp and finally her tongue swept over the tessellations 
of Rachel's inner lips.

Both Michael and Rachel enjoyed the feel of her carnal 
lick and waited eagerly for the next pass.

Stacey had been aware of the male form (what teenage girl 
didn't have some idea at least) and she had held hands 
around Michael's penis earlier as Rachel had encouraged 
her to help stroke him.  This licking of paired organs 
was something she had never considered before and the 
"naughtiness" of it excited her.  The taste was as she 
remembered, a strange sweetness that left her wanting 
more.  "Could it be addictive?" she wondered.

She continued to stimulate them both, hugging them to 
force her tongue harder against their private parts.

Michael was still trying to keep Rachel from moving too 
much; Stacey's tongue and the sight of his naked cousin 
approaching was stimulation enough.  Though his body was 
screaming for more he was proud that, so far, he had been 
able to overcome those urges.

--

Nancy heard the call behind her and saw the waving hand.  
It was one of the "regulars", someone who seemed 
congenitally unable to either listen or to follow simple 
instructions or else she was an attention getter.  Nancy 
suspected the latter; the woman seemed to have had her 
body resculptured in an attempt to attract the male eye 
and wondered if that was the reason she had been scooped 
up by one of the males in her family.

She carefully removed her digits, apologising to her 
companions.  "Sorry.  Got to go.  Will you be okay?"

Paul considered.  "I think we had better lie down.  I 
wouldn't want to have someone bump into us or to 
accidentally drop Fran."

Nancy steadied them as Paul first knelt and then lay on 
his back, Fran's extended arm her only concession to 
their adjusted position.  What dedication!

She did get onto her knees once they were supine and 
began to really fuck Paul's cock with her mouth.  She had 
been rather restricted in what movements she could make 
while upside down.  She did make a mental note to thank 
Nancy later, possibly by deed rather than in words.

Nancy watched them with regret as she quickly washed her 
hand in the pool before "dealing" with the annoyance.  
She led the woman to her friends, who seemed to be 
disappointed she was back, then looked over to where Paul 
and Fran were enjoying themselves before glancing in turn 
at Michael, Rachel and Stacey.

The scene looked interesting and she decided to take a 
closer look.  She was quite aware that Michael was 
closely examining her naked form as she approached them 
so she added a little swing to her swivelling hips.

She saw his eyes follow the moving target as she had 
intended and a wry smile twisted her lips as she came to 
a halt in front of him with legs spread slightly and 
knuckles on her hips.

Michael put a finger over lis lips; he apparently didn't 
want her to let the others know she was there yet.

Nancy looked up from inspecting her sister's exposed form 
and the expressions of delight on her face to see Michael 
pantomiming something to her.  "I have never been good at 
charades", she thought.

"Okay.  Licking, obvious enough.  Michael wanted to lick 
something?  No, he was indicating Rachel."  He was 
pointing to his chest, then changed his mind and pointed 
at Rachel's breast instead.  "Did he want someone to lick 
Rachel's breast?  What, me?"

Nancy pointed at her mouth and then at Rachel's small 
mound and raised her eyebrows.  Michael shook his head.  
He pointed at Rachel again and stuck his tongue out and 
then pointed at Nancy's chest.

"Oh!  And he doesn't want Rachel to know."  Nancy thought 
for a few seconds then grinned and nodded.  She braced 
herself on Michaels shoulder as she leaned forward to 
rest a prominent nipple against her sister's lips.

They parted and a tongue quested over the fleshy treat 
for a second or two before disappearing again.

"Go on Rachel love.  Suck on it."

There was a puzzled look on the young girls face as she 
obeyed the young man buried inside her.  Michael lay back 
as he watched Nancy's face when Rachel took the tip of 
her breast into her mouth and began to suck gently on it, 
working her tongue over and around the nipple.

She was running through her mind who the other woman 
could be.  It didn't take very long to realise it had to 
be her sister Nancy.  It was only the unexpected idea of 
her big sister putting a tit in her face that made her 
think of some other possibilities first.

Fortunately she was fond of her sister.  They were born 
three years apart, close enough to get on their nerves a 
little bit from time to time but far enough that when 
Rachel had needed advice on reaching puberty Nancy was 
able to fill in where their mother had been reticent.

She had gotten used to following Michael's suggestions 
and requests, they had proven rewarding so far, and other 
than a muffled "Nancy?" she continued to apply, with 
great success, the lessons she and Stacey had taught each 
other a year or so earlier.

She did hear a quiet "Yes" as a hand caressed the side of 
her face and then held her head more firmly against her 
sibling's chest.

It was too much for Michael.  He had held out with super-
human determination but the additional sight of 
"forbidden" lust put him over the edge.  He pushed his 
hips up as he tried to drive himself deeper into Rachel's 
tight confines.  Rachel had trouble keeping Nancy's tit 
in her mouth and put her arm around her sister's bare 
back.

Stacey in turn had trouble keeping her face against the 
increasingly mobile pussy, her hands having had to shift 
from ass cheeks to hips.  The taste of her friend's pussy 
changed, the sweetness being mixed with the salty 
bitterness of Michael's cum.  Stacey didn't realise at 
first why the flavour had changed but then fathomed it 
our.  To her credit she didn't let that stop her bringing 
her friend to completion.

Rachel had experienced her first orgasm with Michael the 
previous evening and now her very best friend had proven 
that by giving her a second.

She let go of the breast and hugged her sister to her 
instead.  She was afraid she may have bitten down as 
Stacey's tongue took her over the top.

As she rested there she had to get her friend to stop and 
then felt Michael slipping out of her as the firmness 
disappeared leaving a thick worm to find its way out of 
its burrow.

Stacey gave a lick over Michael's now soft prick and 
decided she much preferred Rachel's unsullied flavour.  
She rested her cheek on Michael's thigh as she rested 
from her efforts, her thoughts centring around when it 
might be her turn.

Nancy looked down at her cousin.  He had just fucked her 
sister in her presence.  He had encouraged her to put on 
a display while at the same time putting on one of his 
own and finally he had gotten her to let her sister suck 
on her breasts.

She would have to have a talk with him.

Nancy gave Rachel a kiss on the head and turned to walk 
back to her friends, recovering now from their own 
tumultuous orgasms.

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