Claudine threw back her handsome head, overcome with merriment.
"Time?" she echoed. "Oh that I'd live to see this day! What possible concern can time be to any of you? God, you should just see yourselves. For a minute I thought you'd all died there – just corpses on my bed!"
One by one, the three naked figures struggled to a sitting position. Andrew was the last to stir, waiting till the others rolled off his prostrate body. He drew up his legs and sat, cross-legged, clasping his hands over his shins.
"I bet we don't look too good," he grinned. "But hell, it was worth it!"
Claudine, overcome by laughing, subsided weakly into a chair. Finally, she spoke.
"I drove by and noticed all the lights were off, so I wondered if you'd left already. What puzzled me was that your car was still here. So I came in to see, and look what I find!"
"You certainly caught us," confessed Louise, lovely beyond description in her nudity, and completely uninhibited about it. "But darling, it's all been so monumentally worth it!"
Claudine, quite fascinated now by the trio of naked bodies in whose midst she had suddenly intruded, said: "Tell all!"
"Nothing to tell," said Hector, "that you don't know. You know why we're here. We came to discover something. We discovered it, like we did with you. Remember? That's all there is to it."
"And brother, could I use a steak! Right now," breathed Andrew fervently.
"But how many times, for God's sake?" persisted Claudine, unwilling to gloss over so lightly the details she was waiting to hear.
"Couldn't say," said Andrew, ruefully tousling his hair. "Once? Twice? More, maybe. Who knows. On a day like this, it isn't the number of times that counts. It's the strength of the shots that tells on you. Oil, man, that steak!"
"I'm hungry, too," confessed Claudine. "Mind if I come along with you? I'll change quickly."
"Why don't you?" Louise chimed in. "Surely, with us all like this, you won't want us to clear out while you dress?"
Oddly, Claudine figuratively had the privacy of her room while she slipped on another frock. In spite of the three nude bodies sprawled there on her bed. Then suddenly, the thought that she was disrobing in front of them sent quick little thrills of anticipation through her body.
"O.K., then," said Claudine. "After all, why not? I live here don't I?"
She was undoing the buttons of her frock with deliberateness. They comprised a row of fasteners, each as large as medals, running from shoulder to hem of the dress she wore. She contrived to make a rite of the action, for as each button slid free of its buttonhole, more and more of her fabulous figure was exposed to view.
Spellbound, the three naked persons gazed in silence as Claudine stripped. First she kicked off her shoes, calculatedly exposing a full, unbrassiered breast in the process. Then it was the flawless column of the inside of her thighs that was visible. And then, as if possessed of all the time in the world she slid the frock from her half-naked body.
She stood in stockinged feet clad from the waist down in only a transparent half-slip. Above her waist, her splendid breasts stood out, proudly separate. She knew, too, how to make full use of them. Deliciously, she stretched her arms up and above her head, flexing the twin mammary globes to maximum effect. And then, by some weird control of her pectoral muscles she contrived to twitch them so that they quivered, seemingly of their own accord, like sculptured jellies!
The two men drew in their breath in sheer appreciation. Louise's attention was no less rapt. Her own two nipples betrayed the tension mounting again inside her. When she could, she stole a glance down at her own chest, flecked now with dried semen. She noticed the nut-hard whorls into which her areole had puckered, as well as the visible swelling and lengthening of the two penises between the men's thighs.
Claudine, far from unobservant, could see what was happening, too. She reveled in the effect she was having on the three who were watching her.
Naughtily, she reached up under her slip carrying it up with her hands, to release her suspender belt. Then, ever so slowly, she slid the fasteners from the tops of her stockings. Her moving fingers provided a focal point of mesmeric attraction for the trio watching her. Changing her slow movements to one fast sweep, she next drew the wispy nylon stockings down her incomparable legs to let them float, and then turn, to the chair. It was innate mark of the perfectionist, in that she knew the slovenliness presented by withdrawn stockings. The suspender belt itself, lacy, feminine and provocative, followed.
Now she stood, clad in just her half-petticoat. Claudine scorned panties, taking delight in the sensation of nudity she enjoyed by knowing that her sex was always naked and exposed under her skirt.
"Go on, for Christ's sake!" whispered Andrew, quite befuddled now by the striptease so competently being performed. Hector, too, was quivering in anticipation.
Claudine superbly knew how to captivate her audience, and how to retain interest. For agonizing, aching moments she pirouetted around the room before their eyes. She wriggled. She twirled. She danced lightly to where she knew the light would shine behind her – so that the full glory of her nakedness would he visible through the transparent slip she wore. Finally, as if satisfied with the effect she had created, she slid two thumbs into the waistband of the petticoat, and slid it swiftly over the vast, rounded globes of her buttocks. As she did so, she held her gaze on the two standing cocks of the men rigid now in re-erection.
"There!" she cried happily, standing before them completely stripped. "Like what you see?"
She was now stark naked.
From her head to her heels, she was quite magnificent. Her body was older and slightly more mature than Louise's, but it was still glorious. Her breasts were slung lower than Louise's, but in no way pendulous. They had larger, browner nipples. From her generous tits down arched a full, voluptuous belly; with a V of cunt-hair, curly and virile, pointing down to the junction of her flawless thighs. Hector knew her body well. He groaned as memory patterns clicked deep in his consciousness. Louise also knew it, and she knew how expertly the woman could use that precious body. She twitched in uncontrollable spasms of ecstasy. So much fucking in the past few days, she thought, after so little fucking in the previous months! But now? My God, she marveled, how inexhaustible and insatiable seems my appetite for fornication! Can there be an end to it? A limit?
Andrew, seeing the nudity of Claudine for the first time, looked with sagging jaw at the provocative sight she presented.
"Cup those breasts!" he implored, softly but urgently. "Please, for me, Claudine!"
Claudine obeyed, ever so slowly, ever so deliberately, molding their generosity into shapely mounds of delight. Eyes on his throbbing prick, the length of which she found incredible, she seemed to slide rather than to advance toward Andrew, who was lost in rapture at her loveliness.
"Like it?" she drawled again, impudently and provocatively, as she approached. Then she sprang to the bed, not two feet away from Andrew, and kneeling, she arched backwards, the movement seeming to rip her cunt apart so that its dark, mysterious maw presented itself, wet and inviting to the glazed eyes of the obsessed man. "Or is it better when you can look right into it, like that?" she crooned.
Andrew was completely hypnotized.
"It's-it's wonderful!" he sighed. "You're lovely, Claudine! Oh, that I should have lived until today!"
Then he seemed to snap out of the spell Claudine had cast upon him. He turned to Louise.
"You, too," he urged. "Kneel there with Claudine. Kneel like she is. I want to see both of you!"
Louise, aflame now, needed no urging. Instinctively alive to the contest, knowing that she was the more beautiful, determined to be equally as abandoned as Claudine, she sprang up and arranged herself in the same pose, side by side.