Her eyes almost closed as she moaned in response to his arousing her. This was too good to worry about it's being wicked. Then she was surprised to hear Marlie murmur:
"You want to try, just a little?"
Catherine's eyes opened and found her face, then recognizing that she was suggesting she should lean down and "try, just a little" - really put it in her mouth! Had the movement of his head been a nod of encouragement? If Marlie could, and "just a little," she could. Hadn't she said before that she wanted to?
She dropped down over him. Marlie tilted it - what did she call it? - up to her mouth, open mouth. She lowered her head. It was in it, bigger than any hotdog weeny. It wasn't "weeny," a diminutive, suddenly occurred to her, but it was a lot more interesting, her tongue instinctively caressing it, making it twitch. Oh, she liked it, how it felt in her mouth and that she could make it twitch, and make him moan and lick her kitten again. How had it tasted when she had licked her finger? Not so strange that she wouldn't mind his shooting it in her mouth.
But Marlie's hand was still holding him, she realized, when she heard her murmur:
"I said 'just a little'," and felt her pull his whatever-she-called-it towards herself.
Catherine reluctantly raised her head and murmured:
"I'm going to."
"Not before I do," Marlie replied and lowered her head.
Pierre chuckled and murmured:
"Sounds more like the 'tourists' don't want to disappoint me."
The girls also chuckled. Catherine sat up and rocked her hips on his mouth, and then her eyes were half closed again, as she enjoyed the arousing sensations his tongue was giving her, so arousing that she forgot Marlie and what she was doing. Catherine was moaning and enjoying hearing that he was, that he was also enjoying what he was doing. But then he moaned more emphatically, and she felt his body move slightly. Why, she wondered. When it moved again, she opened her eyes, for an instant, very surprised to see Marlie crouched between his legs, her head bobbing over his crotch. Her surprise lasted only a moment, before it all came back to her in a rush: Marlie was sucking his ..., and his hips were rocking up - the motion she had felt - thrusting it in her mouth! Was he about to shoot it up in her mouth, that strange tasting white stuff, shoot it up in her throat like she had seen it shoot up on his chest?!
It was so arousing to watch and imagine how that would be! Her tongue moved in her mouth, wanting to caress it again. So arousing, despite her awareness that his tongue had forgotten to arouse her; he was almost groaning under her kitten, as she watched his hips rock faster and harder. Marlie's hand was clutching his ..., preventing it from going too deep in her mouth, but she was moaning; she was also aroused - wanting it, wanting to feel it shoot like that?!
He grunted - like he had, when she had made it shoot up on his chest. Had he in Marlie's mouth? She had moaned louder, and was moaning again each time his hips rocked up. Catherine saw her cheeks suck in. She really wanted him to, liked it, was aroused that he was! His hips stilled, and Marlie's head stilled, but he moaned again - and again.
"Mon dieu!" she thought - her only French expletive - it had been so arousing to watch and envisage what she couldn't see, but knew had happened, that they had both wanted so much! Her hips twitched. She felt him nod with an "um-hmm," and then his tongue remembered to arouse her. "Mon dieu!" she thought again, she wanted it, her own orgasm; her kitten was so aroused from her just knowing he had had his. Before her eyes closed again, she saw Marlie raise her head and lick her lips, then glance up at her with a smile. Was she going to like it as much as Marlie did? She wanted to.
Her eyes closed, and then he was doing more than he had before, everything she could want, at least as good as his sister did, even though he couldn't know, like she did, what it felt like for a girl. She was clutching her breasts and pinching and twisting her aroused nipples. Was his tongue bigger and longer than his sister's? It felt like it, when it thrust in her kitten - so wet kitten! - making moist noises, and he was moaning as much as she was; he loved the taste of her wet kitten!
"Wet kitten?" Kittens didn't like to be wet, but hers did! Then his tongue was back where her kitten wanted to feel it most. She gasped and groaned, her fingers almost hurting her stiff nipples, as her hips twitched, so hard that his hands grasped them to keep his tongue where it wanted to be.
"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed softly, forgetting her French, gasping and whimpering, as her orgasm overcame her. Then she collapsed down on him, unaware that her cheek was resting on his, ... , for which she didn't yet have an expression. Then Marlie stroked her hair and murmured:
"That must have been good."
When she nodded, she then was aware that her cheek was resting on it. She had to extend her legs after kneeling for so long and did. He nodded between her thighs and caressed the cheeks of her ass. She rubbed her cheek on it, feeling it roll under her cheek. Was it still aroused, or aroused again from his arousing her? Was she supposed to - did they expect her to - immediately turn her face and take in her mouth again? It had felt so nice in her mouth. If she was going to, she thought, and slid her head to the side and licked it. He hummed with another nod; he wanted her to. Marlie fondled her hair again and murmured:
"If you want to."
Catherine nodded, her tongue caressing, finding the groove below the head his cock. He nodded again, and his cock twitched. It wanted her to. She hummed; she did too. Marlie murmured:
"Come here, where I am, better that way."
Better for whom, Catherine asked herself, as Marlie sat up and clambered over his leg, kneeling on the floor. Catherine nodded and drew her legs back up and moved down between his legs, quickly turning to grasp his cock again - still without a name for it - hearing Marlie add:
"Then you can lick it where he likes it best."
It wasn't really stiff, but very full in her hand. She drew it closer and licked, her tongue discovering a funny little ridge of skin. He hummed, and it stiffened. Was that what Marlie had meant? She wanted it back in her mouth again. "Mmmm!" she hummed; it fit even better this way and was more interesting to caress with her tongue - delightful, making it surge in her mouth, all stiff again. No wonder Marlie liked to do it; she did too!
Oooh! What was Marlie doing, her fingers between her thighs, finding their way between the lips of her kitten? She wanted just to enjoy what she had in her mouth. Didn't Marlie think he had done enough? But it felt good. She tried to forget that it did, enjoying sucking and licking and feeling it surge. It was so good to know that it was being so good for him, but it was impossible to forget what Marlie's fingers were doing, one, two probing in her kitten. What could she have in mind? Just frustrated that she couldn't have her own kitten aroused? Had it been, when she had been doing this for her brother? She could understand why - without Marlie's help! His stiff ... - whatever-she-was-going-to-call-it - felt so good in her mouth, but her kitten wanted it too, not just Marlie's fingers.
"Uhn," they slipped out, and then her hand was on her ass, pushing her hips forward. What did she have in mind?
"Do it, really do it," Marlie murmured, her hand pressing Catherine forward even harder. Like this, she asked herself, with her on top? That had never occurred to her before, but Marlie's hand was shoving her forward, and his hands had reached down and grasped her shoulders. They both wanted her to "really do it"? Her "first time" now, instead of her "first time" with her mouth?
Their hands were insistent, Marlie's other hand urging her to move her knee over his leg. She had been looking forward to his letting her discover what that would be like, but they both wanted him to do that in her kitten. It did too, she admitted to herself, raising her head and letting them urge her to move up over him.
As she straddle him, still very surprised that her "first time" was going to be with her on top, something she had never envisaged, she felt Marlie's hand reach between her thighs again. Why? Oooh! It was drawing his ... back and rubbing it on her kitten, between her kitten lips, finding her opening. Was it going to be big enough? It was probing in it - so big and stiff!
"Uhnnn!" she moaned. It wasn't too big, but very big, but it slipped in. A ... in her kitten! She moaned and tentatively lowered her hips a little. It fit - and twitched. Her kitten wanted it, wanted it deeper in it, and his hips twitched. It was a little deeper. Her hips rocked down a little - even deeper! She moaned - not in pain - and felt it surge. Her kitten want it all the way in it. Her hips rocked down again. All the way, her hips down on his, and her kitten clutched it, and it surged, and they both moaned.
"His ... in her! All the way! She wasn't a virgin! And it felt so good, for him too, moaning with her, both of them feeling it surge again and her kitten squeeze it. Should she kiss him? She did, not just a kiss, her tongue immediately thrusting in his mouth and seeking his tongue to caress, like it had caressed what was now in her kitten. His hands found her breasts, her stiff nipples between his fingers. She was kissing him like she had never kissed a boy in the States, and none there had kissed her like that or held her naked breasts, not to even think of one of them having his ... in her kitten!
His hips rocked, moving it in her, and her kitten clutched it. She moaned, and it surged again, and he moaned. Instinctively, her hips also rocked, meeting his. They just had to, had to help it slide further in and out; they were ... - doing it! Why did it have to be that crude four-letter word?! But they were, and it felt so good! Oooh! His hands had slid down and were holding the cheeks of her ass, encouraging her hips to move! They were ..., admit it: they were "fucking!" If it felt so good, maybe that was the right word for it, just had seemed crude, before she had known how good it was.
