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This file contains graphic accounts of sexual encounters. Its
perusal is restricted to consenting adults as defined in your
country, state or city.




I did not write this story. It was garnered long ago through
The Water Tower BBS in Alsip, Illinois. It never bore the
author's name -- much to my dismay, since I would have liked
to send him/her my compliments.




This is the first half of the second story (Birdwatcher's Song)
in a trilogy.






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     BIRDWATCHER'S SONG
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     Connie watched from the seclusion of her darkened  apartment
as  Don  plunged  his cock in and out of  the  woman.  They  were
standing  beside his bed, his knees bent so that he  could  enter
her  from  behind as she bent over to support  herself.  She  was
shorter  than  him with small breasts and thin legs. It  was  the
first  time she had ever seen him bring a woman to his  apartment
and she was fascinated with the spectacle she was watching.

     It  had  been weeks since she and Suzie had fucked  him  and
since that time, they had not spoken, although they had both made
a point of exhibiting themselves to one another. It was a private
game  they both enjoyed, and there had been a few times when  she
had been almost ready to call him over, or to put on some clothes
and  go  to  his place as she watched his  hard  cock  and  balls
swinging.  But she had always let the moment pass and waited  for
him to come to her.

     The  woman was sitting on the side of the bed  now,  sucking
his cock as he humped in and out of her mouth. As Connie watched,
he suddenly withdrew and a long arc of white come splashed on her
face   and  lips,  followed  by  another.  Connie  adjusted   the
binoculars  and saw the come glistening in her dark  brown  hair,
her tongue trying to capture more of it as it ran down her  face.
Don  pushed her back on the bed and buried his face in  her  open
pussy.

     Connie  plunged three fingers into her own pussy and  fucked
herself  madly as she watched the couple in the other  apartment.
It  had  been a long time since she had had a man. In  fact,  the
very  man she was watching was the last man she had fucked -  and
what a great fuck it had been! She closed her eyes and remembered
the touch of his tongue snaking around her clitoris and began  to
come as her fingers stroked the swollen polyp at the apex of  her
soft  vaginal lips. Across the way, the woman stretched her  legs
high  over her head as Don licked her pussy. Spasms  and  shaking
told Connie she, too, was coming.


     "Oh,  Don!"  Carolyn sighed, "you really know how to  eat  a
girl! Where did you ever learn to be so good?"

     "I  took a correspondence course," he replied. "It was on  a
matchbook cover - Can You Draw Good Head? - That's what I thought
it said, anyway."

     "Seriously.  Most men don't seem to know the little  secrets
that  women  know. Somebody had to tell you. Who was it?  An  old
love?"

     Don smiled and looked at the dark window across the way.  He
wondered  if Connie had been watching tonight. So many  times  he
had been tempted to call her or simply walk over and knock on the
door.  but that would have been too easy. After the  night  spent
with her and Suzy, he could never suggest anything as banal as  a
casual  night of lust. With Connie, he would have to be  creative
and,  at  the very least, different and exciting.  Anything  less
would  ruin  the  almost fantasy relationship  they  had.  For  a
moment,  though, his thoughts went back to the moments  when  she
had taken his soft cock and balls into her mouth and blown him as
no other woman ever had. Carolyn's ministrations, as practiced as
they were, could not come close to the sensations Connie's  lips,
tongue and fingers had produced.

     "Hey! Come back, lover!"

     "Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I got carried away," he apologized.

     Carolyn knelt on the bed and threw her arms around his waist
to hug him. One hand fondled his soft cock and her tongue  snaked
into  his navel. The other hand cradled his balls and  then  went
between  his legs to cup his ass as she devoured his limp  penis.
Occupied  with his cock, she failed to notice as he waved at  the
darkened  window in the building across the way. She did  notice,
though,  when, a few moments later, his cock took a decided  leap
within her mouth and began to stiffen once more.


     Connie  smiled to herself as she watched the woman  go  down
on the limp penis. When Don waved at her, she knew that he,  too,
was remembering the night they had had together. Still smiling to
herself,  she adjusted the small reading lamp beside her bed  and
spread her legs wide. Switching on the lamp, she let it highlight
the  lush pinkness of her open pussy and felt the cool night  air
blowing  across  the wet lips. Spreading herself  open  with  her
fingers, she watched the effect it had on the couple in the other
apartment.


     The sight of Connie's pussy had an immediate effect on  Don,
and  he  felt  his cock come alive in  Carolyn's  mouth.  He  had
suspected she was there, but this had been the first sign. As his
cock grew to full strength, Carolyn released it and looked up  at
him.

     "Do you want to fuck me?" she asked.

     Don  nodded and lay down beside her. Immediately, she  threw
her leg over him and straddled his cock. Raising up slightly, she
eased  his  penis into her wet pussy and  began  slowly  fucking.
Suddenly, she froze.

     "My God!" she exclaimed. "I can't believe it!"

     "What?"

     "There's  a  girl  over  there. I  mean  she's  jerking  off
and...Oh my God!"

     "What?"

     "Don, she's been watching us!"

     Don worked his hips so that his cock moved slowly in and out
of her as she stared into the night.

     "What's she doing?" he asked.

     "She's, she's got three fingers in her cunt! I can't believe
it! I mean...Do you know her?"

     "Uh huh."

     "Who is she?"

     "Connie. She lives there. I guess she likes to peek."

     Carolyn  was  becoming more excited as she watched  and  her
pert  ass answered Don's long thrusts with a pulsating rhythm  of
its own, her eyes fixed on the scene across the way.

     "Did you ever fuck her?" she asked in a strange voice.

     "Yes," Don replied.

     Carolyn's  pussy  swallowed  his cock to the  hilt  and  she
ground her clitoris into his pubic hair.

     "Did you know she was watching us?"

     "I wasn't sure. Does it bother you?"

     "I...I  don't know. It makes me feel funny, though. Sort  of
embarrassed  but excited at the same time. I think I'm  going  to
come!"

     Her ass stroked faster and faster as she talked and Don felt
his own orgasm coming on strongly. Carolyn made little sounds  as
she started to come and he grasped her ass roughly and pumped  up
into  her as his come spurted into her pussy. As  they  subsided,
she  remained on top of him, her ass poised high in the  air  and
partially  turned  to exposed her dripping pussy to the  eyes  of
whoever might be watching from the dimly lighted window.  Phantom
fingers were strumming the pink clitoris so fast they had  become
a blur as Carolyn reached down and milked the last drops of  come
from Don's cock.

     After a long while, she spoke.

     "What's she like?"

     "Connie?"

     "Is that her name?"

     "She's  nice,"  Don told her. "She's  pleasant  and  pretty,
too. And she gets very horny!"

     "I can't believe we let her watch us like that. And the  way
she had the light on herself...Don, do you two do this often?"

     "First time, actually. I didn't know it was going to happen.
Connie  is  a rather sensuous woman. Like other  people  I  could
name!  Not  that you'd ever consider doing  anything  quite  like
that."

     "What are you trying to say?"

     "Nothing. Except I noticed you didn't stop."

     "Why  should I. She wasn't hurting anybody. I kind of  liked
it."
     "Kind of?"

     "A lot."

     "How much is a lot?"

     "What  are you trying to get me to say, Don. I came,  didn't
I? After all I was getting a damned good fuck at the time!"

     "Would you like to meet her?"

     "Don!"

     "Would you?"

     "I don't know. Maybe. I mean, you said she was nice."

     "She's a very sensuous woman, Carolyn."

     Carolyn's  face became serious for a moment and  she  looked
directly at Don.

     "I  am, too," she said very softly and bent to lick  one  of
his nipples in an effort to underscore her meaning.

     "Would you like to meet her?" he repeated.

     Carolyn was very quiet for a few minutes. When she  replied,
her voice was clear and strong."

     "All right," she said. "are you going to call her?"

     "We both will," he replied and tugged her to her feet.

     Standing  together, they waved across the way  and  motioned
for  Connie  to  join them. When the tiny light went  out  and  a
moment  later another light elsewhere in the apartment  came  on,
they knew she was on her way.

     "I  hope you know what you're doing," Carolyn  breathed  and
shivered as Don ran his hand down her back to stroke her behind.


     Connie took a deep breath and knocked on the door. If anyone
had  ever suggested that she would be walking into  an  apartment
wearing nothing but a raincoat to meet a man she hardly  knew and
a woman who was a perfect stranger, she would have told them they
were  insane. But here she was. After watching the two  of  them,
she knew she could not resist their invitation to join them.  The
door  opened to reveal a dimly lit room and Don's  face  appeared
from  behind  it.  She  knew he was naked  behind  the  door  and
shrugged out of her coat as she entered. When she turned to  kiss
him, she was as naked as he.

     "Hello, stranger," he murmured as he stroked her full body.

     "Having fun?" she asked.

     "She's in the bedroom," Don told her.

     Connie  fondled his penis as she walked toward  the  bedroom
door and he cupped her ample breast as she walked. As she entered
the  room, she saw the woman had slipped between the  covers  and
was turned away from her.

     "I'm Connie," she said tentatively.

     "This is Carolyn," Don told her. "I think she's shy."

     "I'm  not shy!" Carolyn objected as she turned over and  sat
up. "I just never did anything like this before."

     Connie  smiled  as  she saw the woman's  face.  Carolyn  was
pretty and as the sheet slipped down, she saw her petite body and
small  breasts puckered with excitement. Carolyn smiled  back  at
her.

     "Did you enjoy the show?" she asked.

     Connie blushed unexpectedly.

     "Yes I did, actually. You're very exciting."

     "So  are  you,"  Carolyn replied as  her  eyes  roamed  over
Connie's  large  body, coming to rest on the auburn down  at  the
juncture of her thighs.

     As  Carolyn watched, Connie shifted her weight  slightly  to
allow  Don's  hand to grope her wet pussy and slide  two  fingers
into  her  cunt.  The  smaller woman's  eyes  widened  as  Connie
involuntarily  moaned  and thrust her abdomen  in  tiny,  jerking
motions.  Don leaned forward to capture a large breast  with  his
lips  and  suck the nipple in and out of his mouth,  tonguing  it
wetly. He slowly forced Connie down on the bed as Carolyn crawled
out  of the covers and positioned herself beside  them,  watching
Connie's  face intently as Don continued to finger-fuck  her.  In
less than a minute, Connie began to come and reached out to  hold
Carolyn's  shoulders  as the waves of pure pleasure  washed  over
her.

     "I'm  sorry,"  she  whispered as  she  regained  control  of
herself.

     "It's  all  right,' Carolyn told her softly.  "Did  it  feel
good? It looked like it was wonderful!"

     "It  was!"  Connie assured her. "I just meant that  I  don't
want to make you feel uncomfortable."

     "Don't  be  silly!" Carolyn replied and kissed  her  on  the
cheek,  making  sure  her  breasts  came  in  full  contact  with
Connie's.

     Don took advantage of the moment to put his arms around both
women  and take turns kissing them. Someone's hand  captured  his
cock. He was not sure whose it was, but did not care. Connie  was
making  small sounds in her throat as Carolyn kissed one  of  her
large breasts. He gently opened Connie's thighs and the hand  led
his  cock to the pouting lips of her pussy as  Carolyn's  fingers
parted  them  and urged his cockhead inside  the  girl.  Delicate
fingers  massaged his balls as he slid deep inside the big  woman
and  he felt Carolyn's tongue teasing the base of his cock as  he
fucked.  Connie's tongue had driven deep into his mouth  and  was
dueling with his own.

     When  he  came again, both women shared the warm  juices  as
they  spurted  out  of him and splashed  across  their  lips  and
breasts.  Licking one another off, they did not stop  until  they
were busily devouring one another's pussy as Don watched. He  had
always  suspected Carolyn would be a passionate lover, but  never
really thought she would be as lascivious as his sensuous  neigh-
bor.  Nor had he suspected that she would be as bisexual  as  she
was.  After Connie arrived, Carolyn had paid surprisingly  little
attention to him and concentrated on the other girl's breasts and
pussy.  Connie, on the other hand, had stayed true to her  nature
and paid Don's cock the attention it craved, sucking it deep into
her throat and rolling his balls between her lips.

     Finally,  the three of them lay side by side, exhausted  and
covered with perspiration.

     "I like your friends," Carolyn told him and squirmed  around
to give Connie a kiss.

     "So  do  I," Don agreed and ran his hand over  Connie's  wet
bush.

     Connie hugged both of them tightly and closed her eyes.  Her
orgasm had left her only partially satisfied, and Carolyn's warm,
tight  body glowed like a warm coal beside her. Under  her  hand,
though, Don's cock curled soft and small as she kneaded  lightly.
it  would take more than casual excitement to bring it up  again,
she knew. Carolyn, however was already beginning to pulsate gent-
ly  against her. Boldly, she let her fingers run along the  crack
of  the smaller woman's ass and dip between her thighs to  caress
the damp flesh of her vagina. She was rewarded by a pair of  soft
lips on her nipples and knowing fingers probing her own pussy  as
Carolyn rose to the occasion.


     Moments  later,  they  had  shifted  position  with  Carolyn
mounted  atop her, busily licking her wide-open pussy  while  she
probed  the  other woman's cunt with her tongue and  fingers.  As
Carolyn sucked her clitoris like a tiny cock, Connie did the same
to her and felt the woman humping her pussy into her mouth as she
reached down and forced Carolyn's face deeper into her crotch.

     Laying  on  top of Connie brought back  memories  from  many
years for Carolyn. Marsha had been her best friend for as long as
she  could  remember, and the two girls had  grown  up  together.
Therefore, when John, Marsha's older brother, took an interest in
the developing Carolyn, it was not so much of a noticeable  event
as  a natural development. The day they kissed, though, she  felt
his  stiff  penis through their clothes and knew  that  something
important had happened. John was two years older than the  girls,
and more sophisticated than either of them. A popular athlete, he
never lacked for girls friends, but had been taken with the  pert
curve of Carolyn's behind and the upturn of her growing breasts.

     When she accepted his invitation to go to the drive-in  that
night,  she  immediately thought of telling Marsha. But,  for  no
particular  reason, she changed her mind at the last  moment  and
put the telephone back in the cradle. She thought of John's  kiss
for  the rest of the afternoon and, as she relaxed in  the  bath,
she  closed  her  eyes and remembered the feeling  of  his  penis
pressing  against her thigh as their lips pressed  together.  She
wondered  what it looked like and a tight feeling in the  pit  of
her stomach told her that she would soon know!

     He  had kissed her as soon as they pulled into the  drive-in
and  she  answered him savagely, meeting his lips with  a  hungry
pressure  as  he drove his tongue into her mouth  and  his  hands
began  roaming over her body. She let them go and encouraged  him
by  rubbing his chest and arms with her own hands as  her  tongue
met his and tried to delve as deeply into his throat as she could
go.  She whimpered in excitement as he squeezed her breasts,  and
her  hand  pressed  his  closer and  harder.  Not  satisfied,  he
caressed  her behind and rubbed her thighs, reaching the  hem  of
her skirt and sliding it up until her white panties showed.

     Her  own  hand was rubbing his thigh as she waited  for  his
fingers  to climb further up her leg. Suddenly, he took her  hand
in  his and placed it firmly on the hard lump of his  penis.  She
gasped  as  she  felt  it jump under the  smooth  fabric  of  his
trousers, and his hand guided hers in a slow rubbing motion  that
she continued after he let go. His hands went back to her  thighs
and  rubbed  her  soaking pussy through the slick  cloth  of  her
panties. His fingers slipped inside and she felt them probing her
pussy  as  she found the zipper of his trousers.  She  pulled  it
down as John pulled her panties down over her behind and massaged
the  cheeks of her bare ass. She raised up so he could pull  them
the  rest  of the way down and freed his penis as he did  so.  It
sprang out  hard and furious, and her eyes opened wide as she saw
it.

     John guided her hand once more and she felt the smooth  skin
of his cock for the first time as he taught her how to stroke  it
up and down. Reaching down, he freed his balls and she felt their
heavy  softness, feeling them slip away from her  fingers  inside
their  warm sac. His fingers were stroking her pussy by  now  and
she  shifted  her weight again as he opened her lips  and  played
with  her clitoris. His fingers probed her pussy lightly and  she
gasped  as  they touched the delicate membrane of her  hymen  and
pressed softly inward.

     "Be careful. Don't hurt me," she whispered.

     He did not answer but pressed his mouth on hers and she felt
his  tongue  pulsing in and out of her mouth as his  hand  guided
hers up and down his cock to match the rhythm of his tongue.  His
other hand set up a similar pattern on her clitoris until she was
conscious  of  nothing  but the pulsing of his  fingers  and  the
swollen  thickness  of  his cock in her hand.  She  could  hardly
breathe  because of the excitement that was building in her,  and
she broke the kiss finally to look down at the beautiful cock  in
her hand. The head was almost purple and shone darkly as drops of
moisture oozed from the slit in its tip.

     "Suck it!" John Whispered urgently.

     She  looked  at  him to see if he really meant  it.  He  was
sitting with his head thrown back and his eyes closed. There  was
no  question  that  he had meant what he  said.  Very  slowly,she
lowered her head, his fingers still strumming her clitoris.  When
her  closed lips came in contact with the rubbery head he  thrust
upward,  trying to feed her. She let the tip of her tongue  brush
over  it and found the taste to be far from unpleasant. His  hand
on  the back of her head drove her down and she found  her  mouth
filled with is cock and she gagged.

     "I'm sorry," she apologized. "I've never done this before."

     "If you don't like it..."

     "No!"  she objected. "I do like it. It's just that you  have
to let me get used to it!"

     Slowly, she returned to her task. This time she took several
inches  of his cock into her mouth and sucked it as he  had  told
her  to in the beginning. The effect was immediate on him and  he
groaned and twisted his hips, trying to fuck her virgin mouth  as
she  sucked her first cock. She marveled at the hot, spongy  feel
of  the head as it slid over her tongue and felt the  loose  skin
sliding  between her lips as her head tried to match the  furious
pumping of his hips.

     Suddenly, Carolyn became aware of something happening and  a
salty  taste  invaded her mouth as John's cock  shot  streams  of
come. It took a moment for her to realize what was happening  and
then  all the hushed stories she had heard came back to her in  a
heady,  exciting rush. She sucked the throbbing cock with a  ven-
geance to capture drop after drop and swallowed it all  greedily.
As  she sucked, the lovely thing began to wilt in her  mouth  and
John forced her away from it.

     By  the time the movie was halfway over, she had sucked  him
hard  once more and had come in his hand as he frigged  her  cli-
toris to a frenzy. She climbed on top of him and pressed his cock
against the soft down of her cunt and pressed her lips to his  as
he  fumbled between them. She squealed sharply as his cock  pene-
trated her hymen and entered her pussy. Despite the burning  sen-
sation  in  her  pussy, she humped him madly,  feeling  his  cock
pressing  against her cervix. He pulled out of her  abruptly  and
she  felt his come splashing against her stomach as she held  his
cock close to her as he continued to thrust his hips at her.

     It  marked  the beginning of her lifelong  infatuation  with
sex,  and she spent the rest of that year meeting  John  whenever
and  wherever she could. She became expert at  deriving  pleasure
from his and soon learned how to entice him into serving all  her
pleasure points.

     They  were  in John's bedroom when Marsha  discovered  them.
They  had thought they were alone in the house and had wasted  no
time  in getting out of their clothes. Marsha walked in on  them,
they  were in the sixty-nine position with Carolyn kneeling  over
John's mouth as she sucked his cock and jerked him off the way he
especially  loved. Marsha stopped cold as she saw them and  stood
for a moment watching. So busy with one another, they were,  that
neither realized she was there. Carolyn's thighs hid John's view,
and  when she turned her eyes and saw her best  friend  watching,
she  froze, the swollen cock halfway down her throat,  her  hands
cradling his balls.

     Neither girl moved until Marsh licked her lips nervously and
moved her hand to her breast. As she did, Carolyn slid John's red
cock as far into her throat as she could, making him moan as  she
forced  the muscles of her throat to swallow frantically.  As  he
began to come, she lifted her head and used her hand to  pump his
cock  so  that Marsha could see the gobs of come spurting  up  on
Carolyn's face and hair.

     Marsha gasped and fled.

     Carolyn's  orgasm  washed  over her like a  wave  as  John's
tongue  swirled  over her clitoris, and she  came  again,  almost
immediately, grinding her pussy into his face.

     She  found  Marsha in her own room. She was sitting  on  the
edge  of  her bed with tears running down her  cheeks.  At  first
Carolyn had not noticed it, but she soon realized Marsha's  hands
were  in her shorts and the girl was very obviously playing  with
herself as she sat crying.

     "I'm sorry," Carolyn said and sat beside her.

     "It's all right," Marsha sniffled. "It's just..."

     "What?"

     "I can't tell you."

     "Please!  Don't  cry! I didn't want you  to  know!"  Carolyn
pleaded.  She put her arms around Marsha to comfort her and  felt
the  girl's wet cheek against her own. For the first  time,  too,
she became aware of the firmness of her friend's breasts.

     "Oh, Carolyn," Marsha sobbed. It was so...so...Oh, God!  How
could you stand it?"

     "What do you mean?"

     Marsha stopped crying and tried to get ahold of herself.

     "I'm  sorry," she said stiffly. "I guess I got carried  away
seeing  you and Johnnie like that. It's O.K., though.  You're  my
best friend, so I won't get mad."

     Slowly, it began to dawn on Carolyn.

     "You  and Johnnie?" she asked, her voice barely  a  whisper.
They  were still holding one another and Marsha's arms  held  her
closely.

     "Are you mad at me?" Marsha asked in a tiny voice.

     "No! You did it with your brother?"

     "It  wasn't  like  that!" Marsha pleaded. "I  mean,  I  love
Johnnie. Please don't tell anybody. I'd die if anybody else found
out."

     "I won't tell. And don't you!" Carolyn replied. "But..."

     "But what?" Marsha was suddenly alarmed.

     "Well, you saw me with Johnnie. It's not fair unless you let
me see you."

     Marsha's eyes widened.

     "Carolyn! What are you saying?"

     "Nothing.  Just that you have to let me watch you with  him,
just like you watched me. Then we'll be even."

     Marsha looked around as if to make sure they were alone.

     "We, uh...we sort of do everything," she said quietly.

     "So do we."

     "I know. Johnnie told me."

     "You knew we  went all the way?"

     "He  told me when you blew him in the drive-in.  You  really
turned him on! He didn't want any other girl but you. And me,  of
course."

     "Then why did you get so upset just now?"

     "Seeing  you  doing  that to him. It just  made  me  want...
never  mind.  I guess I was just acting silly. And  besides,  you
caught  me playing with myself. I was a little  embarrassed,  and
all. Besides, you're so pretty and I'm so..."

     Carolyn impulsively kissed the other girl and was  surprised
to have the kiss returned. The tip of Marsha's tongue touched her
lips for a second and then the kiss was gone. Carolyn  remembered
the  delicious hot flush that crept through her as  she  realized
what the kiss really meant.

     "You  kiss good," she said. "And besides, I don't  know  why
you think I'm so pretty. Look at you you're breasts are twice  as
big as mine. I bet Johnnie really likes them."

     Marsha smiled and looked down at herself.

     "He likes to suck them," she said. "I love it when he does."

     Carolyn  eyed the larger girl's nipples poking  through  the
light  fabric of her T-shirt. Even at 15, Marsha's  breasts  were
large  and  heavy,  almost as large then as  Connie's  were  now,
Carolyn  thought  to  herself as she reminisced.  And  easily  as
sensitive!  She had giggled mischievously as she tickled  one  of
Marsha's nipples, making the other girl gasp with surprise.

     "Carolyn!"

     "As good as Johnnie?"

     Marsha looked at her coyly.

     "Maybe," she said with a little grin. She was looking  away,
but  her eyes met Carolyn's for a scant moment. The  meaning  was
there, all right. Carolyn saw that look too many times after that
to have forgotten how it affected her then.

     Now it was her turn to become shy.

     "I can be better," she said, lowering her eyes.

     Marsha did not answer but continued to look down at the bed-
covers. Her hands twisted together nervously.

     "Want  to see?" Carolyn pressed. Marsha nodded once  without
looking at her.

     "Promise not to tell anybody?"

     Again, Marsha nodded and Carolyn slid next to her.

     "Lift  up your shirt," she whispered, and when  Marsha  did,
she stared at the full, blue-veined breasts with their pink caps.

     She ran her hands softly over one of them, feeling its  full
weight as she lifted it. Without another word, she bent her  head
and  captured  the turgid nipple and began  sucking,  moving  her
tongue over it. She felt Marsha's own hands tentatively exploring
her  body and when she shifted to the other breast and  continued
sucking,  Marsha  peeled her shirt away and  began  fondling  her
small, hard breasts, too.

     "Am I as good as Johnnie?" she asked impishly and went  back
to sucking the excited nipple.

     Marsha's  only answer was a strange sound from deep  in  her
throat and the movement of her hands to Carolyn's shorts. Without
taking  her lips away from Marsha's tits, she shifted her  weight
and  allowed the girl to run her hand down inside her panties  to
caress her pussy.




continued in Birdwatcher's Song part b . . .

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