Incest/Taboo Palm Springs Vacation

Across the room, Sharon caught sight of her aunt, JoAnn, circulating among the guests. Her aunt looked stunning in the short and skimpy sun-dress that she was wearing. The dress's bright, white color contrasted with her aunt's deep, rich tan and, due to its plunging neckline, large arm holes, and short-short skirt, emphasized, rather than concealed, those portions of JoAnn's lovely body which it so incompletely covered.

JoAnn moved about the large room, pausing here and there to speak to guests. Drawing near, she caught sight of Sharon and Bobby standing with Marilyn. She smiled broadly and cried out, "Marilyn!"

Rushing forward, JoAnn threw her arms around Marilyn, embracing her tightly. She pressed her lips to the other woman's and their tongues snaked in and out of one another's mouth in a brief, but passionate kiss. They saw JoAnn's red-tipped fingers trace up and down the flawless skin of Marilyn's naked back, then down to her firm, round buttocks where they gripped those fleshy globes and pulled her pelvis tight against Marilyn's, grinding herself against Marilyn's furry, blond love nest.

"Mmmmmmm..." JoAnn murmured, breaking off their kiss and leaning back to look at her friend while she kept their pussies pressed against each other. "Marilyn!" JoAnn exclaimed again, smiling brightly, a merry twinkle in her eye. "It's been months! Where have you been keeping yourself?"

"Oh, I've missed you, too!" Marilyn smiled, wriggling her ass and grinding her love nest against the front of JoAnn's dress. "I've been doing a shoot for a magazine in Europe. Also soaking up some rays on the Riviera and sampling those lovely European men!"

JoAnn laughed. "How long are you going to be here? I want to hear all about it...especially that last part!"

"I'm free for a couple of weeks. I thought I might stick around here with you for a few days...if you have room for me..." Marilyn slyly suggested.

JoAnn giggled. "Oh, you know very well we can always find room for you...even if Eddy and I have to share our own bed with you!"

Marilyn smiled. "Actually, that was exactly the room I was hoping you'd have for me!"

JoAnn laughed and hugged Marilyn again. "Eddy will be so glad to see you again!"

"He already did," Marilyn replied, giggling. "I just love that apron he was wearing. I told him I wanted him to save me a taste of that big, beautiful sausage he had on display!"

JoAnn laughed. "Oh, I'm sure you'll get plenty of 'sausage' of you stay here with us for a few days!"

"Yummy! And I want some tacos, as well" Marilyn smiled.

"Mmmmm...that goes without saying!" JoAnn giggled

JoAnn glanced at Sharon and Bobby. "I see that you've already gotten to know my lovely niece and her new beau," she said.

"Yes...intimately," Marilyn said.

JoAnn gasped and her mouth dropped open.

Marilyn laughed. "Not to worry, darling, Sharon told me you had plans for them tonight so we weren't that intimate. I met up with them out in the hot-tub while I had some fun with some other people. I thought I'd stick around with them for a while and help make sure they remain...uhhh...technically 'chaste'."

"Whew, that's a relief!" JoAnn said, smiling. "I was getting a little worried about them since I hadn't seen them for quite a while."

"So...what's your plan for them, JoAnn?" Marilyn asked

"Well, Steve and Stephanie are going to dance for us in a little while and then Sharon and Bobby will go on after that," JoAnn said.

"Have you choreographed anything for Sharon and Bobby?"

"No, not really," JoAnn replied. "I figured they could play it by ear."

"That would be alright if they were just doing it by themselves," Marilyn said, "but for their first time, and in front of an audience, I think it might go better if they have something of a script to follow."

"Hmmm...you may be right," JoAnn mused.

"Let's go find a quiet spot where we can brainstorm for a bit," Marilyn suggested."

"C'mon, Sharon," JoAnn said, "Bobby, you stay here and behave yourself, okay?"

Bobby nodded as the three girls walked off.

Following their collaboration, Sharon felt butterflies of anticipation fluttering in her belly as she stepped back inside and looked around for Bobby, her heart jumping up into her throat when she didn't immediately see him standing where she had left him. After a few anxious moments of searching the room with her eyes, she heaved a sigh of relief when she spotted the young man among the crowd surrounding the sunken pit, watching the oral sex daisy-chain.

Sharon quickly made her way through the crowd and came up behind the boy. She slipped her arms around his waist and pulled him up tight against the front of her body, grinding her furry little love nest against his naked buttocks. She kissed the side of his neck and he turned his head to kiss her on the lips.

Caressing his chest and belly with her fingertips, Sharon peered around Bobby's shoulder to see the people in the pit before them. Sliding her hand lower, her fingers touched the base of his penis and a thrill shot through her when she found that it was still standing stiffly erect. Sharon lightly slid her fingertips back and forth along the top of his rigid organ from its base to the flared edge of his swollen glans, then she gently wrapped her fingers around his solid shaft and held it loosely in her hand. The boy groaned softly and a shiver ran through his body.

Slowly scanning her eyes around the conversation pit before them, Sharon checked out each participant in the chain, watching how each one pleasured the next one in line. After a few moments she heard the chime sound and they all instantly sat up, turned around and began pleasuring the genitals of the person who had just been doing that to themselves a moment before.

Sharon heard a loud groan and her eyes darted to its source. There, she saw a woman pull her face back a bit from a man's up thrust erection as cum erupted from the tiny slit at the tip of its bloated head. Sharon gasped softly and mashed her love nest against Bobby's ass as she watched the man's quivering penis continue to spurt stream after stream of thick, white semen into the air as the woman gently stroked her fingers up and down his pulsating shaft.

Her loins tingling with excitement, Sharon bucked her hot little pussy against Bobby's butt as she watched the man's cum spurt into the air. After a moment, the woman pulled the man's cock toward her face and thrust its wetly glistening head into her mouth, eagerly sucking out the last spurts of his cum while vigorously pumping her fist up and down on his throbbing shaft.

Sharon's loosely encircling fist tightened around the boy's erection and Bobby groaned, his body tensing. Forewarned, Sharon loosened her grip and resumed gently stroking her hand back and forth along the boy's rigid shaft with just the lightest touch.

The woman continued sucking on the head of the man's penis and stroking his throbbing shaft until it had finished pumping its load of hot sperm into her mouth. Then she let it slip from her lips and his softening erection flopped down heavily across his thigh. He let out a gasping groan, then he sat up and leaned forward to plant a kiss on the woman's lips. Standing up, he climbed up and out of the pit.

Another man immediately stepped down into the pit to take his place. The same woman smiled and eagerly grasped the newcomer's flaccid penis when he sat down, thrusting it into her mouth as he laid his head on the next woman's thigh to begin licking her vagina.

The tinkling of the chime sounded from somewhere in the background and again all the participants in the daisy chain instantly stopped their activity and reversed the direction of the chain once again.

As they watched, Sharon and Bobby witnessed a number of orgasms among the participants, both men and women. Each time this occurred, the person who had just come, exited the chain and was immediately replaced by a member of the audience, thus keeping the chain, and the audience, supplied with new and different participants.

A short while later, the flames in the fire-pit slowly lowered, then extinguished. The lights in the entire room slowly dimmed as well. Through the murmur of hushed conversation as well as the moans and groans of continuing sexual activity, Sharon and Bobby heard rustling and thumping from the darkened conversation pit.

After a few minutes, above the center of the pit, a single overhead spotlight slowly came up.

A slowly rotating, circular platform now covered the fire-pit. In the center of this platform, illuminated only by the single overhead spotlight, knelt a young woman, huddled under a diaphanous shroud, her head lowered. As soft background music gradually came up, the woman stirred, then rose, spreading her arms like the blooming of a flower. Her exquisitely sculpted, naked body was only slightly obscured by the rippling and flowing waves of the sheer shroud that fluttered around her as she began to dance, as beautiful as Aphrodite herself.

Moving with the strength and grace of a professional ballet dancer, her long, wavy, light-brown hair, its golden high-lights glinting in the overhead spotlight, fluttered around her like the folds of her silken shroud. Her body was slim and supple, long-waisted, with nicely flaring hips and a tight, firm butt. Her breasts were small mounds, so firm they barely moved as she danced, but her nipples were large and prominently erect, clearly pushing through the sheer material of her shroud as it slid back and forth across her body with her movements. No hair was visible at the juncture of her slender thighs, only the dark, vertical cleft between of her labia could be seen behind the sheer material.

Watching this beautiful young woman twisting and twirling before them, Sharon and Bobby realized that they were witnessing a dance performance like none they had ever seen before, as her standard ballet moves were given an erotic charge by the only slightly obscured view of the young woman's exquisite, naked body beneath the sheer folds of her shroud and the graceful moves of her hands, directing the eyes of her audience, as she touched and caressed her breasts, belly, and thighs as she danced.

After few minutes, the soft background music gradually faded and the overhead spotlight dimmed. The young woman slowly crumpled back down into a huddle in the center of the slowly rotating dais once again, completely draped by her diaphanous shroud.

A harder driving strain of music with a heavy bass beat gradually faded in as the overhead spotlight gradually came back up again. Now there was a young man standing behind the woman who was still huddled in the center of the dais. He was totally naked, his arms folded across his chest. Even while motionless, taut, hard muscles seemed to ripple beneath his golden-tanned hide. His lean, athletic body and light brown hair, the same shade as the woman's, made him appear to be a perfect male analog of the exquisite female before him. Adonis, to her Aphrodite.

After a few moments, he reached out and grasped the edge of the woman's sheer shroud and slowly pulled the long, scarf-like wrap away from her body. He tossed it aside leaving her as naked as he. Slipping his hands under her arms, he slowly raised her to her feet. Standing behind her, he lowered his face and tenderly kissed the side of her neck as he lightly stroked his hands up and down her taut, flat belly, then cupped them over the firm little peaks of her breasts.

A smile spread across the woman's lovely face and her eyes fluttered open, as if she were just awakening. She slowly turned around to face him, still smiling, and tenderly caressed his cheek with her fingertips. Then they joined hands and began to dance.

This, too, was like no ballet ever performed before the general public. With fluid grace and beauty, the man and woman moved about the circular platform. As they performed their graceful lifts, spins, and bends, their hands were constantly moving as well, touching and caressing various parts of one another's naked body.

The man's penis appeared to be partially tumescent, projecting away from his body in a downward arc like a big, thick sausage, swinging heavily from side to side and bobbing up and down with his movements. His loins were as hairless as hers, his organ accentuated by his lack of pubes. As they danced, the woman's fingertips frequently came into contact with the man's bouncing, swaying organ.

Spinning the woman around, the man pressed himself against her backside, nestling his semi-engorged penis between the firm, round cheeks of her ass. He slid his hands around her waist, up her taut, flat belly, and clasped them over her exquisite little breasts. Then he slid his hands downward across her smooth belly to her crotch. With his palms resting on her thighs, his fingertips were pressed against her smooth, hairless, outer labia on either side of her vagina.

The woman's hands had slipped behind his back and her fingers dug into his tight, hard buttocks, pulling him even more tightly against her own butt. Then, in sync with the music, they moved their pelvises in a gyrating circle, grinding his prick between her buttocks as he pressed his fingertips down, spreading apart her cunt-lips and opening up her vulva, exposing her wetly glistening, inner folds to the audience as the dais slowly circled before them.

After a few moments, the man slid his hands up across the woman's stomach again, around and around the jutting mounds of her titties, then up to her arm pits. He slowly ran his hands out along the undersides of her upper arms as he raised them above her shoulders, then along her forearms to her dainty little hands as he brought them together, her arms extended above her head. With their hands clasped together high above their heads, the man tenderly kissed the side of the woman's neck and nibbled at her ear as their naked bodies slowly and sinuously undulated against each other, in time with the music.

The man slowly backed away from the woman, still holding her hands over her head. As he pulled back, the woman gradually bent over backwards, farther and farther, until her long, wavy hair brushed the dais and her lithe, slender body formed an arch. On one side of that smoothly curving arch was the up-thrust, naked mound of her pubis with the partially open furrow of her vulva below, while on the other side of that arch the flattened mounds of her perfect breasts, each topped with a tautly erect, pencil eraser-like nipple, protruded from that smooth curve.

He held her there by her hands, with the top of her head just above the floor. His own lean, naked body was arched back a bit to counterbalance her weight. His partially engorged penis protruded prominently from his up thrust pelvis, but curving downward in an arc to match his body.

The man flexed his arms, pulling upward on the woman's hands and slowly raising her body while she maintained its arch. The pink tip of the woman's tongue emerged from between her ruby lips as her thrown back head rose higher. He stopped when the tip of her pointed tongue touched the tip of his downward curved penis. As he held her there, her tongue slowly swirled around and around the big, semi-engorged head of his cock, tantalizingly caressing the man's smooth, rubbery glans. After a few moments, she drew her tongue back into her mouth, leaving her lips parted. The man pulled upward on her hands again and the head of his downward curved organ dropped into the open well of her mouth. The woman's ruby lips closed around the thick, but still spongy shaft of the man's penis, just behind its head, and he let out a loud, theatrical groan of pleasure.

As the man groaned, he threw back his head and arched his body farther back. The shaft of his still semi-flaccid penis stretched downward a bit, then its swollen head slipped free of the woman's encircling lips. The man's cock bounced and jiggled above her upturned face for a moment, then settled down. A moment later, it began to swell. A murmur ran through the audience as, with fits and surges, like a long, slender balloon being inflated with a hand-pump, the man's penis rose, straightening out, its swollen glans rising higher and higher with each surge, until his organ was fully erect, projecting stiffly forward and angled upward from his arched loins.

Awed and appreciative gasps and groans arose from the audience as the dais slowly circled, affording everyone a good look at the man's now fully aroused organ, standing stiffly erect, pointing at the spotlight above.

The man slowly pulled upward on the woman's hands again, raising the woman's head between his muscular thighs. Her head was still thrown back and, as he raised her, his loosely dangling scrotum first draped over her up thrust chin, then her nose, then her forehead. Her tongue emerged from between her lips to touch the root of his vertically up thrust penis.

His arms out-stretched, his hands gripping her wrists, the man's muscles rippled as he slowly raised and lowered her arched body, dragging her extended tongue up and down along the underside of his rigid shaft, from root to tip and back again. After several circuits, the man lowered her again dragging her tongue down the front of his scrotum.

The man groaned loudly, arching his body farther still, thrusting his towering erection even higher and swinging his testicles forward to dangle above her upturned face. The woman's tongue began flicking at the underside of the man's scrotum, causing his loosely hanging balls to swing back and forth between his thighs.

After a few slow of revolutions of the dais, the man began hefting the woman up and down, dipping his dangling scrotum in and out of her open mouth as if he were dunking a tea-bag in a cup. The man groaned loudly again, arching his lean, muscular body even farther back and thrusting his erect penis even higher.

A hush fell over the audience as everyone stared in awe at that magnificent organ, standing so proudly erect, the overhead spotlight glinting on the taut-stretched skin of his fully engorged glans. As the dais slowly circled, displaying it to them from every angle. The only movement in the scene was woman's tongue, gently lapping at the man's dangling balls.

Sharon sucked in her breath and wriggled her moist little pussy against Bobby's butt as she stared at the man's penis, butterflies of excitement stirring in her stomach. Here was a penis she found just as beautiful as Bobby's, but more impressive in size. She hugged her trembling body against the boy's backside, squeezing and stroking his rigid prick with both hands as she watched the other man's towering erection slowly rotate before her devouring eyes. The boy's penis felt like a hot bar of steel searing her palms as she tenderly caressed it.

Bobby, his body tense and trembling, his breathing ragged, as he, too, stared at the man's penis with awe and respect, and undoubtedly a bit of envy, while Sharon gently fondled his own straining hard-on. His lustful excitement was given an added charge each time the dais circled around, bringing the young woman's exquisite body into view. Her pelvis was thrust upward and her thighs turned outward due to her backward arch, causing her pelvic bones to protrude while between them rose the slight hillock of her hairless mons. Just below that little mound, the outer lips of her vagina met at a fleshy little flap of skin from which peeked the tiny pink nub of her clitoris. Her slightly puffy outer labia were pulled back, partially opening up her lovely vulva, revealing hints of the moist, pink, inner folds that lay within, glinting with her sweet nectar under the spotlight. Bobby saw a glistening trail of her juices trickling down her inner thighs from the dark opening of her vaginal entrance. He strained to peer into that mysterious opening, but it was shrouded in shadows. Each time the woman's body passed slowly before him, Bobby stared intently at the woman's luscious vagina, thinking it was the most divine thing he had ever seen.

Bobby groaned, his ass squirming involuntarily, grinding against the soft, damp curls of Sharon's little love nest. His arms were wrapped around her, pulled her tightly against him as his fingers clutched at her buttocks.

Sharon noticed a gradual drop-off in the level of conversation about the room as more and more attention was directed at the couple on the dais. She tore her eyes from the man's towering erection beneath the spotlight and quickly glanced around. She saw that nearly everyone was now raptly watching their performance. Those participating in the oral daisy chain surrounding the platform had their eyes raised to watch them, even as they continued with their own activities.

After that long pause, during which the only movement was the tip of the woman's tongue tickling the man's loosely dangling balls beneath the rigidly up thrust shaft of his erect penis, the man slowly pulled the woman up again, her tongue tracing up the front of his scrotum, then along the bulging ridge of his urethra to the tip of his erection as he raised her to a standing position again.

Resuming their ballet, their lifts and spins were even more erotic now, due to the inescapable prominence of the man's erect penis and the woman's graceful moves to touch it with every part of her body as they moved.

After a graceful pirouette, the woman again bent over backwards, this time without the man's help. Placing her palms on the floor beneath her, she arched her body. The man stepped in next to her arched body and laid his hands on the concave curve of her upturned belly. He slowly ran his hands all around her abdomen and thighs, brushing his fingers across the moist lips of her cunt, then back up to caress the flattened mounds of her breasts and her tautly erect nipples.

Bending forward, he touched his tongue to the smooth flesh of her belly, licking and kissing her, twirling his tongue around the tiny pit of her navel and swirling it around the rubbery nubs of her distended nipples. He slowly ran his tongue back down her up-turned stomach to her crotch, where he tenderly licked his tongue up and down along that luscious furrow between her outer labia.

The woman groaned and her butt began grinding in a circle as the man continued to run his extended tongue up and down through the soft, moist folds of her vulva.

Now the man moved to the woman's head. He reached out and placed his palms over the flattened mounds of her breasts before him. He gently fondled them for a moment, rolling her nipples between his fingertips, then he slid his hands down her narrow waist, stroked them up and down along her sleek, smooth flanks, then slid farther forward, beneath her hips, to grip her firm, round buttocks. He pulled upward and her feet came up off the floor. Her body, still arched, rose, pivoting at the shoulders. Smoothly and gracefully, the woman's nude body slowly straightened up until she was in a perfectly vertical handstand, her slender figure straight as an arrow, her toes pointed at the ceiling like a diver entering the water.

Slowly, tantalizingly, like a butterfly spreading its wings, her legs parted, smoothly dropping directly to either side until they were extended horizontally away from her body at right angles. Her crotch was now fully open before him, her outer labia pulled far apart, revealing her moist, pink, inner folds even more than they had been previously.

The man smiled as he gazed down into the woman's luscious-looking, open vulva, its tender inner folds glistening and glittering with her sweet nectar as they slowly rotated beneath the overhead spotlight. Still holding her with his hands around her slender waist, the muscles in his arms rippled and bulged as he lifted her off the floor. He slowly raised her open crotch to his lips as if to sip from a ceremonial chalice. After gently kissing her open pussy, he ran his tongue up and down through her moist furrow, plowing it through her soft, dewy labia. After a few moments, he ran the tip of his tongue around and around the edge of her vaginal opening, then he stiffly extended his tongue and slowly thrust it down into her open joy-hole.

As he was raising the woman's vagina to his lips, conveniently, her head rose as well, so that, just as his tongue touched her open pussy, her tongue touched the engorged head of his erect penis, as well. Then, in practiced synchrony, he began plunging his pointed tongue in and out of her vaginal opening, while she, in concert, began moving her head, popping the big, purple head of his penis in and out between her pursed lips.

"Ooooohs" and "ahhhhhs" arose from the audience as the dais slowly revolved, giving everyone a good view of the man's swollen glans plunging in and out of the woman's mouth at the same time he thrust his extended tongue in and out of her vagina.

After several rotations of the platform, the man slowly raised the woman's body higher, his tongue dragging down through her juicy vulva, across her taut little clit, and up her smooth, flat belly. As he slowly hoisted her upward, his rigid cock bent upward, then pulled out of her mouth, springing back to its natural, slightly elevated angle of attack, quivering stiffly for a moment. Its helmet-like head was swollen and dark, glistening with the woman's saliva in the overhead spotlight.

He paused for a moment as his face passed through the valley between her breasts. Turning from side to side he licked and kissed those lovely little mounds, tweaking and sucking on her rubbery nipples with his lips. Then he lifted her higher still, her arms and legs both out-stretched straight to the sides, until their faces were adjacent. Their lips met, upside-down to each other and, as they continued to slowly rotate, their tongues darted back and forth between their open mouths.

There was a collective gasp of awe from the audience as they watched those two perfect bodies, one held high above the other, slowly rotating atop the dais, their tongues dancing between their inverted faces. After a few moments, the woman's legs began to slowly rise while her arms lowered, until, at the same moment, both her out-stretched hands and her feet came together. Her body was now straight, toes pointed at the ceiling and hands at the floor, once again, like a diver about to cut through the surface of the water.

Now the man began lowering her again, his face sliding between her breasts, then up her belly and between her thighs. As she slid down the front of his body, she hooked her hands around his ankles and pulled herself through his parted legs, and upward again behind him as he gently lowered her butt to the floor, leaving her sitting between his wide-spread feet.

As he was now bent forward over her extended legs, she reached between his wide-spread thighs and wrapped her hand around his now downward pointed erection. She slowly stroked her dainty little fist up and down his thick, hard shaft several times, then she released it and touched the tips of her fingers to the backs of his thighs, caressing them tenderly before proceeding upward to his hard, muscular buttocks, where she dug her fingertips into his firm ass-cheeks and spread them apart. Thrusting her face upward between his parted buttocks, she touched her tongue to the root of his dangling ball-sac and drew it slowly upward.

The woman's tongue licked across the man's perineum and the audience gasped as one when it speared into the man's rectum. The man groaned loudly and arched his back. Throwing his head back, he tilted his pelvis, thrusting his erect penis forward and upward higher still while the woman maintained her grip on his butt and kept her tongue firmly implanted in his ass-hole.

The man slowly bent forward at the waist, again, folding over like a closing jack-knife. His face went between the woman's thighs as she sat beneath his wide-spread feet, his mouth pressed to her vagina. She had managed to hold on to his butt as it had tilted upward, continuing to thrust her pointed tongue in and out of his anus while his face was buried in the woman's crotch, licking her dripping cunt.

The woman released her grip on the man's ass-cheeks and grasped his downward pointing hard-on with both hands. Using that as an anchor point, she vigorously thrust her head forward and back, plunging her stiffened tongue in and out of his ass-hole.

As the woman dropped her head back away from his ass, she pulled the man's stiff prick back between his thighs. She extended and flattened her tongue, cupping it around the broad upper surface of his engorged glans. The man groaned into the woman's pussy as she slid his smooth cock-head around on the surface of her flattened tongue, then closed her lips around his thick shaft and began bobbing her head, sliding an inch or two of his prick in and out of her mouth.

The man slipped his hands beneath the woman's butt and slowly lifted her off the floor, without losing contact between his mouth and her cunt. Squatting, in order maintain his balance while opening up space between his legs, he raised his upper body until it was parallel with the floor, driving his prick deeper and deeper into her mouth as her body came up with him.

The woman's arms were wrapped around the man's waist, while he held her upper body pressed against his own, parallel to the floor, her legs extended straight out beyond his head, her toes pointed prettily. His face was still buried between her thighs, his tongue probing her vagina while her lips were pressed against his groin, his entire penis inside her mouth and down her throat. His scrotum was slackly draped over her nose, one testicle resting on each of her cheeks.

The man began to flex his upper body, bending at the waist, rising slightly higher each time, swinging the woman's stiff, straight body beneath him. Each time he swung her higher, more and more of his penis was pulled from her mouth, before being thrust back down her throat when she came back down again.

When nearly his entire prick, except for its head, was being withdrawn from her mouth each time she swung upward, he continued the momentum, throwing her higher still. The head of his cock popped from her lips, but his tongue remained in her pussy as he straightened up, slinging her up onto his shoulders, her legs parting around his neck. He stood there, his back arched, his erect penis thrust forward and upward. The front of the woman's thighs were resting on his shoulders while her legs were split around his neck, his face buried between the lovely mounds of her buttocks.

They stood there, motionless, for a time, their bodies like two intersecting arcs. Her sleek, slim body arched upward, arms outstretched to the sides, her firm little titties thrust forward, nipples tautly erect.

Slowly, the man continued arching back, farther and farther, his thighs and pelvis thrusting forward to counterbalance the weight. When the woman's toes touched the floor behind him, the man released his grip on her waist and placed his hands on the floor to support his arched body while the woman slipped off the man's face.

A shiver ran through Sharon's body as she stared in awe at the man's erect penis, perfectly spotlighted in the center of the dais. It looked enormous now, jutting prominently upward above his curved belly, red and swollen by the increased pressure in his loins caused by his posture.

The woman began to lightly dance around him, flitting about like a butterfly, lightly tracing her fingertips across his upturned chest, belly and thighs as she gracefully swung her arms with her movements. Occasionally, her elegant fingers touched the man's up thrust penis, lovingly caressing his stiffly quivering organ. At other times, she paused to plant a gentle kiss on its swollen, purple head or to slowly swipe her tongue upward along the side of that mighty shaft of turgid flesh.

The woman stopped her fairy-like dance to stand between the man's wide-spread knees. She slowly knelt down, her eyes unwaveringly trained on the man's towering erection. She reached forward and gently grasped his scrotum as it loosely dangled below his parted thighs. She raised it upward, cupping his testicles in her palm, and tenderly traced a fingertip from her other hand around those two orbs, caressing the soft, supple skin covering them. Lowering her head, she extended her tongue to begin caressing his balls just as she had with her fingertip.

The man groaned and his penis twitched. A dew-drop of crystal-clear pre-cum emerged from the slit at the very tip of his engorged glans. It hung there, glinting like a diamond in the overhead spotlight. The woman saw that glistening droplet, and she leaned forward a bit farther and touched her tongue to the base of his towering shaft. She slowly raised her head, dragging her flattened tongue up the underside of his shaft, along his urethra, watching that droplet growing larger as she pushed his juice upward inside his organ with the gentle pressure of her tongue.

The woman's tongue reached the tip of the man's organ and flicked off the glistening droplet of pre-cum. A beatific smile of delight spread across the woman's pretty face, as if she had just tasted the sweetest ambrosia.

Rising up on her knees, the woman began swirling her tongue around and around the swollen head of the man's penis, then she slipped her lips over that big knob and took it into her mouth. She pushed her head downward, slowly sliding the man's penis up into her mouth.

The man let out a long, theatrically loud moan and the audience gasped in awe as they watched his entire organ disappear into the petite young woman's descending mouth.

A pair of hands slipped around Sharon's waist, between her and Bobby's bodies, and slid upward to cup her tender young breasts. Despite the intervening material of a dress, she felt the taut, hard nipples and soft, but firm flesh of a pair of breasts pressing against her back, sandwiching her between Bobby and the newcomer.

"Hi, honey..." she heard JoAnn's husky voice whisper softly in her ear. "Enjoying the show?"

Sharon, so overwhelmed by the sight of the woman on the stage swallowing the man's entire magnificent penis, didn't bother to answer. She just nodded her head slightly as she continued to stare at the dais.

"They're marvelous, aren't they?" JoAnn murmured in the girl's ear. She felt her aunt's hand withdraw from her tiny breast. JoAnn's short, ruffled skirt flipped upward, and Sharon felt the tickle of her aunt's soft, curly pubic bush on her butt, then the moist caress of her labia as she pressed her pussy against her. JoAnn's hand slid back up to cup her breast again.

"Uhhhhh...they sure are..." Sharon gasped, her voice, as well as her body, trembling with excitement.

JoAnn chuckled at her young niece's obvious arousal. She slid one hand down her belly and cupped her palm over the girl's little love nest. She extended her middle finger and caressed her soft, smooth labia, then slipped it between them to gently strum the girl's taut little clit.

Sharon gasped as a lightning bolt of pleasure shot through her body. She bucked and squirmed between JoAnn and Bobby as waves of delight washed over her, leaving her trembling. A final shiver ran through the young girl's body while JoAnn continued to tenderly stroke her fingertip through the warm, moist folds of her niece's moist vulva.

"Oh, yes..." JoAnn whispered in her ear, "I guess you needed that! You really are enjoying the show, aren't you!"

JoAnn noticed that Bobby's butt was bouncing against her hand as she caressed Sharon's hot little cunt. She withdrew her other hand from her niece's little tittie and reached around in front of the boy to feel for his prick. She found both of Sharon's hands gripping the boy's hard-on, vigorously stroking and pulling on his straining organ. The boy was gasping and groaning, his skinny body trembling and jerking.

"Whoa, girl...take it easy on that young man!" JoAnn whispered in Sharon's ear as she grasped the girl's wrists and guided her hands to a slower, gentler stroke. "There...there..." JoAnn murmured softly, "We should save it for later, honey. Conserve the boy's energies for the next show! I just came by to let you we have everything worked out for you and Bobby to go on after this!"

Sharon gasped and her body stiffened as she thought about their plans. "Oh, my..." she whispered uncertainly, trying to picture Bobby and herself up there on the dais. "How can we...after this...who would be interested in watching us?"

JoAnn chuckled. "Don't you worry about that, sweetheart," JoAnn assured her. "We'll give you...and the audience a little break after this, before we bring you up. I guarantee you that the audience will be absolutely enthralled by the next performance!"

JoAnn fell silent, still gently caressing her niece's moist labia while guiding the girl's hand on Bobby's penis as they watched the couple on the dais before them.

The woman was slowly bobbing her head up and down, each time the man's entire member disappearing between her encircling lips. Then, with her lips pressed tightly against his groin and his entire penis inside her mouth, the woman rose to her feet, leaning over his loins. The man raised one hand and she grasped it. She let his penis slip out of her mouth and slowly leaned over backward, at the same time pulling him upward.

The woman once again bent over backwards, the man stood there between her parted knees, gazing down upon her taut belly, her slightly open vulva, and her upward pointed titties. Now it was his turn to dance around the woman's arched body. This wasn't the fairy-like fluttering about that she had performed, however, this was more like the prancing of a rutting elk, with his erect penis bouncing and swaying with his movements. He used that mighty weapon as an element of his dance, playfully slapping her belly and thighs with it and drawing circles around her pointy nipples with its head.

After a few minutes of this playful prancing, the man stopped between her knees once again to gaze down at the lovely naked body before him. He reached out and laid his hands on the woman's thighs. He tenderly stroked them, then slid his hands higher to caress her lower abdomen, then back down to touch the outer lips of her vagina. He gently caressed her outer labia for a few moments, then he slid his fingers up to where they converged. He carefully pulled them apart and began caressing either side of her clitoral hood with the tips of his forefingers, gradually working it back, exposing the little pink head of her clitoris. Farther and farther, her clit peeked from its hood as his fingertips' caresses urged it to full erection. Murmurs of excitement arose from the audience as they saw that little pink nub emerge from its shroud and rise above the level of her up thrust vulva.

The man smiled and lowered his head. Extending his tongue, his touched its tip to the very tip of the woman's now protruding clitoris. The woman let out a gasping squeal and her butt bounced and squirmed as the man swirled his tongue around and around, touching nothing but the protruding head of her clitoris.

"Oooooh...ooooh...oooooh" the woman moaned, her ass bucking and grinding.

Now he gently closed his lips around the woman's protruding pleasure button. "Yes...yes...yes..." she gasped as he gently sucked on her love bud while caressing it with his tongue.

At last, he ended this exquisite torture and straightened up, smiling as he looked down upon her writhing body, knowing he wasn't finished. As he straightened up, he thrust his rampant hard-on forward and turned from side to side for all to see. In the spotlight, a droplet of clear pre-cum glistened on the tip of his organ.

The man slowly squatted down and carefully touched that glistening droplet of cock-juice to the tip of the woman's clitoris. The clear droplet burst and flooded across the exposed head of her erect clit. Now he lowered his hips a bit more and touched just the tip of his penis to the woman's shiny, wet clitoris.​