Siren Song Ch. 09

"So you are the fire-spitting guardian of the house, aren't you? Now that is an honorable duty." As Barbara's voice changed from squeaky to confident, her fearful expression became a friendly smile and she straightened, gaining another inch on Lilian.

"I'm warning you! Don't you try anything funny! I'll gut you! Don't you think I won't!" snarled Lilian, ducking as she tensed her muscles.

"Hmmm—," crooned the blond, and Lilian's world took a spin through sugar-colored clouds.

The next moment, the maid found herself with her own back against the wall, sandwiched between the cool unyielding wood against her spine and the ample blond's warm rack squeezing up against her chest. The dagger dropped from Lilian's limp fingers, fell to the floor and stuck upright into the boards. She tried to raise her arm yet was unable to do so. The heat of Barbara's skin wormed through her clothes, and Lilian felt her strength draining away into that enviable landscape of curves.

"What — what are you — doing to me?" stuttered Lilian. Still humming that strange tune, the naked girl held her easily pinned against the wall. Her hands fumbled over Lilian's taut buttocks, grabbed a handful of the skirt's pleats and hiked up the coarse cloth over the wide hips. One of the stranger's thighs forced itself between Lilian's legs. A damp crotch left a long wet streak on her skin as its plump lips slurped up and down. The dominating guest thrust her hip against Lilian's thigh again and again. Ropey rivulets tickled warmly down the maid's leg.

"Gods, please, no," moaned the brunette, turning her head to the side. The smell of blond hair filled her nose, then gentle lips sucked on her shoulders and moved on to the base of her neck. The liquid dripping down her leg caught fire; at least it felt that way. The warmth ran along her skin and soaked deeper into her muscles. It climbed through her thigh, filled her crotch, and from one moment to the next, Lilian found herself panting in heat. The stranger hummed straight into her ear now. The weird little ditty without words etched itself into Lilian's mind.

"You know how they say a siren's song only fills the minds of men?" whispered the woman that held her effortlessly like a toy.

"W—what?" stammered Lilian. Her thoughts whirled, her mind was fogged. She realized that the touch of the skin of this oh so very female body with its ample breasts, flattened against and dwarfing her own remarkable pair, felt so incredibly good —

"It's a lie," breathed the visitor into Lilian's ear before she drew the rim of the auricle between her pouted lips. The tip of her moist tongue traced the shapes. Every drop of saliva, every thin layer of wetness soaked through the brunette's skin and fueled her blazing arousal.

"Lie to me some more," Lilian moaned loudly and clenched her own legs around Barbara. The lean leg between her thighs thrust stronger, and she ingested hungrily every rub and squeeze against her clit's deep roots. Her trembling fingers needed several attempts until she managed to open her bodice. Lilian swayed upright while Barbara kissed and licked and nibbled her way down across the exposed soft expanse of the chestnut's firm breasts. Lily gasped for air as her nipples disappeared one after the other between Barbara's experiences lips and were nurtured to hard size by the twitching tongue.

"Mmm — You're ripe — smack — I can — sllp — feel milk —," mumbled Barbara.

"Impo — oooooh! — ssible! Imp —hhhh!" Lilian managed. Barbara's splayed fingers cupped Lilian's voluminous chest. She kneaded and squeezed and rolled the firm youthful flesh, massaging towards the hard rubbery nipples.

"Oh yes — mmmpf — you are," Barbara insisted between gently pinching the dugs with her teeth. She kneaded more demandingly. "Mmh, first milk. Come now, be a good heifer."

"A — a heifer?!" The enchantment around her mind popped, and Lilian's hazel eyes focused. "Who you're calling a heifer, you —" Lilian pushed her captor away and put her fists to her hips, then slowly lost her angry stance. She rubbed her forehead with one hand and looked around at the room, then down the disarray of her clothes. "How — why did I even — why am I —"

"Sit down next to me," hummed Barbara and beckoned with her hands as she slowly retreated towards the bed. Lilian's feet moved all by themselves.

"Let me look at you," whispered the blond. "Come now, look me in the eyes."

"No!" protested Lilian, still moving forward. "That's how you weave your spells, isn't it?" She stared straight ahead at the wall while she spun and her buttocks came down on the bed to the left of Barbara. "I must — run you out of the house!" Yet she just sat there trembling as the struggle inside almost tore her apart. "Must — resist —"

"So headstrong you are, doe eyes," whispered Barbara's breath warmly into Lilian's ear. "You'll do."

"Do? Do for what?" Lilian turned her head in surprise, and her eyes met Barbara's sapphire gaze. She tried to look away, but those blue eyes — those beautiful blue eyes —

"Shhhh. Tell me," inquired the blond gently, "tell me what fuels your envy. What makes you fear and hate me so much? I'm not here to take a thing from you."

"I — I won't tell — you can't make me —" Lilian forced her teeth together.

"Your wish. Tell me, darling," hummed Barbara.

"Tits!" Lilian blurted out. "Gods, I thought mine are the best for miles, but yours are so huge yet firm! Oh, if only I could be your equal!"

"Really now? My, today's your lucky day. I do have enough to go around."

Barbara's slender fingers wrapped around Lilian's right wrist and guided the chestnut's hand over to her body. "She who asks shall receive. Take some from mine." She pressed Lilian's palm on her hard nipple. The girl's splayed fingers reflexively grabbed hold of the malleable spheres, and Barbara moaned arousedly. "Now touch your own!"

Lilian's nipples were hard with anticipation. Her forefinger tapped lightly against the right nub. She gasped. Tingling and itching spread from the faint contact through her whole chest, and her skin crawled with goosebumps. She quickly took her hand away, craning her head to catch sight of her breasts as their skin flushed.

"Haaah! What — is that?"

The crinkled nipple throbbed visibly. The wrinkles on its surface came and went as it pulsed in size, turning just a bit bigger with each throb until it settled at thimble size, more than twice as plump and long as before.

"No! How — how is that even possible?" stammered Lilian, suddenly afraid of her own courage.

"Even? Yes, let's even them out," Barbara replied. She reached around Lilian's back and tipped her left hand's forefinger against Lilian's other nipple.

"Stop that!" squeaked the girl as the throbs rippled through her skin again until her nipples matched. She let go of Barbara's breast and cupped her own. Her fingers pinched the firm protrusions as if they could squeeze the surplus flesh back into her breasts. Then her mouth fell open, and her eyes went wide.

"Gghhh!" rose from her throat, and she sat trembling with fingers splayed wide in front of her chest.

"Yes, they're very delicate," gulped Barbara, compassion in her voice as she quickly slid from the bed and knelt down in front of Lilian whose bulging eyes glittered with tears. "Oh my, poor thing. Should've warned you. Let me kiss it better." She grabbed Lilian's wrists and put the girl's hands on the bed left and right of her thighs. Her pouted lips brushed against the reddened dugs.

"There, there now," she crooned soothingly between fluttering kisses. "All better. Though we better not plump your melons any bigger."

"Th—throbbing," Lilian managed as her flat breath slowly became deeper again.

"Oh yes. Well, that you brought upon yourself," smiled Barbara.

"Oh no ..." Lilian stared down on her breasts, her eyes jumping left to right and back. The thimbles stretched once more. Warmth spread through the veins in her mammaries. Her areola puffed up, turning into small mounds on the ample spheres of her breasts. On top of them, her nipples plumped rapidly. The wrinkles disappeared for good on the dark skin of the pair of strawberry-sized round teats now crowning her promontory.

"Please — what am I going to do with these?" she muttered.

"Just do what comes naturally," Barbara replied. Her fingers brushed over the reddened breasts and settled on Lilian's right one, raising the orb to her lips. The fat juicy dug disappeared into her pouting warm mouth. Lilian's eyes closed halfway. She sagged forward, mashing her flesh pillow against Barbara's face.

"Yes — uuunngh! Oh yes, you — your —"

Wetness dribbled warm and sticky down the underside of her unoccupied mam. Lilian stared at the many thin trickles seeping from her nipple like from a sponge being squeezed.

"Milk—?"

Barbara let go. Her lips were glazed with the sweet pale liquid from Lilian's other breast.

"Oh, I knew you were ripe, dear. Come and taste the harvest." Her hands kneaded and pushed the other thick teat up in Lilian's face. The chestnut's eyes squinted at her own nipple that was now in her lips' reach, glistening invitingly like a piece of light-colored chocolate. Her lips pouted. After a moment's hesitation, they latched on to the thick fruit, and Lilian shut her eyes, replacing Barbara's aiding grip with her own fingers, kneading the sweet filling of her mammary toward the swollen itching spout that sprayed it generously into her mouth. A shiver ran through her body when Barbara returned to the other teat and drew gulp upon gulp of the first nurturing letdown from the young woman's breasts.

Lilian's teats were empty. Her lips still suckled and pulled on her left breast, but the only wetness was her own saliva coating most of her areola. She released her nipple and gently lowered her mam while gulping away the lingering sweetness in her mouth.

"Oh that was awesome," she mumbled, licking her lips. A shudder ran through her body as the blond released her other teat. Lilian's voice changed tone ever so slowly while she inquired, "Yet, what do you want? Really, now." She swallowed as Barbara raised her face and added quickly, "I'm grateful for this gift of puffies, but please don't do things to my head or body again."

"I'm just a visitor these days, dear," replied the blond. Her fingers wandered over Lilian's shoulder.

"So you don't want to take over this place?" Lilian's relief was palpable in her voice.

Barbara averted her head and smiled. "Sure is a nice place, dear, but I'm looking for someone."

Lilian slid a few inches away. "I knew it!" she replied angrily. "It's my David you want! You can't have him!"

"I never said it's David," Barbara smiled back at her. "I'm looking for —"

"Well you can't have Barry either! They're my men!"

"Maybe I'm just a fiend for the lusts of the flesh any which way I can get them?" smirked the woman. "Maybe I'm partial for the special tastes of a lady's crotch?"

Lilian's eyes narrowed. "Uh—huh. And you would leave in peace if your urges were satisfied?"

"Maybe?" the tall blond teased as she ran her fingers up Lilian's thigh.

"It's a deal then," Lilian replied, grabbed Barbara's head with both hands and made the blond stagger from the bed, pressing the surprised girl's face against her soft midriff. Moments later, Barbara's lips pouted and kissed Lilian's silky skin. Lilian guided the warm ring of soft lips that left wet circles on her soft smooth belly down towards her chestnut curls.

Without breaking lip contact, Barbara sorted her limbs, knelt down in front of Lilian and put her hands on the girl's knees, slowly opening them as she leant forward and rubbed her cheeks against the sweaty skin. Lilian let go and propped up her torso as she let herself sag down backwards.

"Oh Lilian, you're so supple. Show me how far apart you can spread your legs!"

Barbara's lips moved from one soft inner thigh to the other, kiss by kiss closing in on the well-padded crotch.

"I," gasped Lilian, her breath coming ragged now, "I — can put them — behind my shoulders —"

"Do you now? That I've got to see. Let me help you along a bit." The blond's hands grabbed Lilian's narrow ankles. The chestnut folded herself on the bed, and her plump labia rose over her wide ass cheeks like a dome of cream between her milky thighs. Barbara's fingers traced along the stout legs. She cupped Lilian's buttocks and struggled to raise their fleshy weight. The blond lowered her head. Her golden mane tickled over Lilian's crotch. Her warm lips pouted against the labia. Lilian twitched, mashing the moist lips against Barbara's chin, then she writhed and her legs came free, trapping Barbara's head between her thighs. She combed her hands through the golden mane and guided Barbara's mouth, aiming the kissing, sucking lips towards her hooded clit.

"Yes — good girl — yes —"

"Mmmfft!"

"Twist your tongue around! Aaagh!" Lilian gasped for air. "Yes — yes, like thaaaaaahhh!— that! Sate yourself — on me — and keep — your — uunnnhhh! — your snake tongue — away from my Dav—aaahaayyyiiid! Oh the gods! Yes! Yeeeee—"

The door was pushed open. Lilian's fogged eyes only saw a silhouette with a candle holder, standing frozen in the doorway.

"Oh my! Seems the pair of you is getting along quite nicely," said a male voice.

"David!" gasped Lilian and reared halfway with Barbara still lip locked on her crotch in her thighs' embrace. "Oh David, please, go away! Don't look at her, she'll bewitch you with her charms!"

"Why wouldn't I?" he smiled. "She is my wife after all."

"What?! No! No, she's just —," Lilian's voice collapsed into a lecherous groan, "Ugh is she good!" then continued, "an enchantress passing through!" Her body convulsed again. "The gods she's passing right through me! She — she — ooaaaahh!" The brown-haired girl lost her voice, threw her head left and right and bucked and writhed on the sheets while Barbara's tongue twirled around her clit.

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Chapter 37: The Contest

Lilian's head bobbed faintly. Her whole body was limp in the afterglow.

"Can't — have him — is mine," she mumbled. "My house. David — mine."

"Oh you sweet fox, what will it take to make you see he's been mine for ages?" whispered Barbara as she kissed the salty sweat from the girl's cheek.

"Never," was the slurred answer. "Leave now. You promised."

Barbara laughed. "I only said maybe, and I have the older rights."

"Like hell you 'ave," mumbled the girl.

"Now there's an easy way to prove your rights. Tell you what, if you can take his cock, then you can have him," Barbara offered.

"What?!" interjected David. "Barb, you can't seriously —"

"Deal?" Barbara inquired.

"Deal," replied Lilian. Her voice lost the absent-minded slur as she wiped the sweat from her brow and focused her stare. "You're good with your tongue, I'll give you that. What do you take me for, you blond harlot? A tight virgin who doesn't know her way around a man's pecker? Soon as he's planted his root in me, he won't have eyes for you anymore."

"You'll scar her for life, Barbara," David sighed.

"Don't encourage that tramp, David!" frowned Lilian as she climbed from the bed. "She's not your wife, and I'll prove it! If all it takes to shut her up is to get your tool into me, then come here, David! I'll show you a good time! I don't mind her watching. It's been far too long!"

"Too long!" Barbara burst out laughing.

"Yeah, you just watch me now!" Lilian was by David's side in a heartbeat, pulled the tunic off his shoulders and knelt slowly while pulling down the garment. Her fingernails scratched lightly across his strong chest and the hard midriff. "Mmmh. Mine," she purred.

The tunic got caught on the root of his cock, only revealing the inverted triangle of David's pubes. Lilian rubbed her cheek against it and inhaled the blend of warm skin with a hint of musky sweat. "Oh dear, you've already lost, stupid girl," giggled Lilian as she shot Barbara a glance from the corner of her eyes. "See how hard he already is for me?" She ran her fingers along the concealed rod behind the rough cloth.

The flesh yielded easily, far too easily, to her touch. Lilian frowned, grabbed the rim of the cloth and pulled it down all the way.

"What is that?" she gasped and stared at David's groin. His cock was deflated and dangled limply, yet it was twice as thick and long as any hard-on she had ever seen, or taken care of. "A — horse! Like a horse! So huge! No, that can't be —"

Her fingers touched the silken skin halfway down the giant cock and rubbed towards the root. The foreskin pulled back from the blueish strawberry of the glans. The skin wrinkled before the ring of her fingers, giving proof that there was quite some room for growth. Her gentle probing thrusts did their work. The snake lengthened before her eyes. Soon it rivaled the cucumbers she occasionally enjoyed in the larder behind the kitchen, and it hadn't even started to rise yet. It just kept stretching longer, dangling almost to David's knees now.

"Oh I'd really like to see you try to plant that root," cackled Barbara behind her, lying prone with her head propped on her hands and her fingers fidgeting with a narrow golden ring.

David's incredible cock now swelled thicker and rose. The veins began to stand out. Lilian watched the blood pulsating along their twisted canals, feeding the monster's volume as it climbed before her eyes until gravity and pressure reached an impasse.

Lilian gulped. She couldn't even wrap her fingers around the thick trunk that stood straight a good twenty inches from David's hip. Its own bloated glowing weight forced it into a slightly downward curvature with the now more than apple-size cone of the glans bobbing at the end of the club under David's fast heartbeat.

She looked up at David who leaned with closed eyes against the wall. "I — I can't take that. Not even an inch," she muttered. "I'd rip my nethers open on that head alone! So that's why you kept denying me." Her fingers gently brushed against his flanks. "Oh David, you shouldn't have. So much cock! We can have other kinds of fun with it, you know?" Her eyes sparkled as she turned her head to Barbara. "Hah! You think you've beaten me? This only goes to show how much he cares for me! I won't give him up!" Lifting the trunk with both hands, she pressed a hungry kiss on the swollen erectile tissue near the root's underside and sucked on the silken skin, then licked towards the tip she held raised over her head. A thick vein pulsated under her wandering tongue.

"Mmmh. Kiss and lick it day and night. No! You won't have him! Mine!"

Her massaging thumbs along the finger-thick uretha milked a ropey thread of clear precum from the head that ran along the band at the underside, then dangled down onto Lilian's forehead. "Baptized in your love!" she moaned. "Yours forever!"

"Lilian, please don't," moaned David.

"Shh, love. I have a plan that'll get us rid of that witch. She can't be your wife if she can't take it either. You just give me more of that amazing cock. There is more, isn't it? You're not done yet?" she whispered. Her one hand quickly spread some more of David's ample precum along the flushed cock while her other tickled its sensitive root behind his heavy balls. The whole length of the humungous rod throbbed stronger and grew even thicker as it stretched. "Oh yes, you're not done by far." She turned her head and raised her voice.

"Your turn, blondie!" she demanded. "I'd like to see you try now! He's your man? Then show me you can take this! Come on, Miss Boasting, put your cooch where your mouth is! Why don't you go ahead now, rip yourself apart?"

"Finally," winked Barbara. She turned on all fours on the bed and raised her ass invitingly, looking over her shoulder. "Been waiting far too long, too. Come, husband, show her how it's done."