John had recovered from the blow, but her strike for freedom had awakened the anger which never seemed to be far from the surface as far as Iris was concerned.
He instructed the girls to make Iris lie flat on the ground. They gleefully complied, and she was stretched out, Nancy sitting on her legs and Carla holding down her arms.
He could see his wife quivering in fear, and he relished the look of fright on her face. Her legs were slightly spread and he could see a faint pulsing of her pussy. Sweat was running in trickles down between her legs, and her breasts were heaving. Her entire body was streaked with dirt, and she looked like a captive primitive jungle maiden.
He paced up and down, stroking his chin, pondering over what to do with her.
Finally, he snapped his fingers and said: "I've got it! Nancy, why don't you give Iris a little kissing and loving to make up for what we've done!"
Nancy stared at him for a moment, and then a salacious grin spread across her young features. She glanced at Iris' unprotected pussy and then back at John. Her eyes were flashing as if in expectancy of what was to come. Again, she swiped her tongue over her dust-covered lips, and returned her gaze to Iris' trembling pussy.
John reached down and replaced Nancy as custodian of Iris' feet, and grasping an ankle in either hand, spread her legs wide, and then sat back, still grasping her ankles, allowing plenty of room for Nancy, who was settling herself between the widespread legs.
Iris, recognizing what was to come, tried to struggle, but she was held in a viselike grip and couldn't move. A broken sob escaped her throat and she could only grit her teeth.
To John's surprise, he saw Nancy almost immediately lower her head and take a closer look at the pink throbbing delicacy between his wife's legs. Her small hands began to knead the fleece-covered pubic mound, and John was surprised by the expert motion of the young girl.
He raised his eyes quizzically to Carla, who nodded her head.
"Yes," she said, with the air of a successful teacher, "she's pretty good at it, too. She's been doing it to me for weeks so she's had plenty of practice!"
John opened his mouth in amazement and was about to reply, when his attention was caught by the action beside him.
Nancy was slowly spreading the soft, hair-rimmed flanges of his wife's cunt, her thumb and forefinger pressed out on either side. She drew apart the outer lips, and craning his neck, John could see the pink frayed edges of her inner pussy lips come into view. The tip of her pink-budded clitoris was barely visible through the maze of black pubic hair, and Nancy's eyes widened at the voracious sight in front of her. Greedily, she ran her eyes over the moist throbbing folds, the jagged edges of her cuntal hole, which were pulsing slightly, the darkened crinkled skin of her anus, barely noticeable wedged between the full rounded folds of her buttocks.
The blue veins stood out prominently against her smooth inner thighs and above the upraised mound, her flat stomach quivered. Raising her eyes, Nancy could see the shivering mounds of Iris' breasts, the nipples still flush with the flowing pink areolae. The tanned orbs rose up proudly, forming a deep golden valley. Nancy swept her eyes down the finely sculpted form of the older woman, and noted the fine sweep of her hips, the tiny puckered navel which gave way to a thin line of jet black hairs which fell all the way to her dark pubic triangle.
Then her gray eyes darted back automatically to the sight in front of her. She raised a finger and guided it toward the tight quivering little apex. She felt Iris jerk back from the touch of her finger on her open vaginal alit, but continued to stroke the narrow furrow, digging in underneath the shielding outer lips. She ran the tip of her finger along the ragged edges of the pale mauve inner lips and touched the sensitive button of her clitoris. A violent spasm convulsed through Iris as she felt an alien finger on her most erogenous area. But the finger remained in place and began to gently stroke the tiny tip, coaxing it into hardness. Nancy could feel the tip growing under her touch and continued her massaging, reveling in the sight of the growing miniature cock. She could see that the outer lips were beginning to swell with passion — they assumed a reddish color and began to throb visibly. She dropped her finger to the viscous opening and probed tentatively at it, sending fresh shudders spasming through the older woman. She inserted the tip of her finger inside the moist opening, and immediately the walls contracted the closed in around her finger and began an involuntary but rhythmic throbbing movement. She insinuated her finger further in, and began to swirl it gently around. To her surprise, this made Iris moan with pleasure — little whimpers of joy came from her, and her hips began a slight, but definite, rotation on the skewering finger.
John was amazed. He was witness of the slight flush which was spreading over his wife's body, and he could hardly believe his ears when he heard her begin to whine with pleasure. He released his strong grip on her legs, and they immediately folded up and tried to encircle the girl who was laboring between them. Shaking his head in disbelief, John sat back, happy with his ringside view of the exciting show.
Reluctantly, Nancy withdrew her finger from the tempting hole, and began to massage Iris' inner thighs. The withdrawal elicited gasps of outrage from Iris but she was somewhat mollified by the sensuous caresses which Nancy was lavishing on her thighs. Then, Nancy pushed the thighs further apart, and pressed back on her knees, so that Iris' legs were raised up and Nancy had a better view and closer access to her womanhood.
Slowly, Nancy lowered her head towards the warm visibly pulsating spot.
"Mmmmmmmm…" Iris sighed as she felt Nancy's cool tongue make contact with her involuntarily moistening cunt. Little ripples of pleasure raced along her flesh, and a sensuous serpentlike writhing again followed involuntarily. Nancy began to lick at the soft skin, her tongue swirling here and there, lapping up the delicious cunt-nectar. The tip probed into every nook and cranny, every hidden crevice of her cunt, searching, seeking, drawing out every last drop of seeping vaginal honey. It played with the burgeoning bud of her clitoris, tantalizing it. It darted into the roseate cuntal opening, which blossomed open like a flower over the darting organ. Nancy surged forward, her tongue working frantically, twirling, slashing inside the older woman's now steaming depths. Deeper and deeper it plunged, lashing around in her hungrily contracting vaginal sheath. On and on she slavered, plowing her frenzied tongue in and withdrawing it out again, making wet sluicing sounds as it plopped out. She ran the length of it down to where the little anal mouth lay hidden, and dabbed at the tiny puckered nether entrance. The strange sensation made her clench her smooth buttock spheres together but the ubiquitous tongue found its way and began to brush teasingly over the clenched mouth of her rectum.
Her hips began to wave in time to the probing rhythm of the organ digging into her, and the ripples gave way to great waves of tumultuous pleasure. She closed her eyes, giving her body over completely to the torrential ecstasy. God, she had no idea it would be as good as this. The thought that this was depraved, this enjoyment of a little girl's body crossed Iris' mind, but she blanked it out. All that really counted was the delicious pleasure that this girl-child was giving to her hungry love-denied cunt. The sensations that swept through her at the tantalizing swipe of the girl's tongue were greater than she had ever experienced before. The maddening lashes were whipping her into a maniacal frenzy and with superhuman strength she tore her arms away from Carla's imprisoning grip and flung them down on Nancy's head. Desperately, she pushed the girl's head down even further between her legs. She could feel Nancy's hot breath explode from her body and pour into her widened vagina, adding to her tremendous pleasure. She raised her knees up even further and clasped the girl around the sides of her head, imprisoning her even more securely.