The Birds, The Bees, And Burma update

Willow Belinda switched to the other breast, a soft moan escaping from her while her mouth was unoccupied. As much as Burma liked hearing it, she eagerly thrust out her untouched breast to enjoy Willow’s ministrations.

Burma looked over Willow’s shoulder and met Terry’s eyes. She winked at him and he froze, not knowing what to do, until with a spastic jerk he stood. His body thought of what to do before his mind did. He was taking off his clothes so fast that he cooed as his nude body was exposed to the cool air, soothing his feverish flesh, sharpening his arousal as everyone around got more and more naked, more and more amorous.

He approached Willow Belinda, his cock shooting out from him big and thick—it brushed against Willow’s body as he wrapped his arms around her slender waist. She moaned into Burma’s breast, feeling his nakedness, his body, his obvious desire to have her… she could’ve been scandalized, but she was so much more aroused…

“I think your boyfriend wants you naked too, Willow,” Burma whispered, watching him kiss the side of her neck while Willow Belinda herself suckled at Burma’s breast. “Oooh… that’s half the battle, isn’t it? I’m right here, but he still can’t wait to see that lovely body of yours. And I can’t wait either. I want to run my hands over your gorgeous tits and your hot little pussy and that tight, tight ass… and I’m a lady. What do you think that nasty Terry Lee wants to do? Can you feel that big prick he has pressed up against your ass? It looks so hot and horny—better hurry, Willow. He could blow at any time!”

Willow Belinda moaned again, louder this time. She was hungrily suckling Burma’s tit, eagerly moving her lips from nipple to nipple. Burma could see what was going on. She was so turned on by what she was doing, crazed by her first little taste of sex, that she was reluctant to stray away from it, even for that huge cock Terry had for her. Burma would have to clue her in that there was no reason to fill up on appetizers when you had an entire feast to enjoy.

“Word to the wise, dear. Take care of your man first. As long as he’s happy, you can play around with other girls all you want. Besides, that hard-on has an expiration date. Never let a big’un like that go to waste in a man’s hand,” Burma whispered, easing back until her nipple popped out of Willow’s suck-swollen lips. “Terry, be patient. We just need a minute and then we’ll be doing what women do best. Don’t you dare touch it yourself—leave that to the experts and the soon-to-be-expert.”

Burma helped Willow take off her dress. Then, with trembling fingers, Willow Belinda took the final step of peeling off her bra and stepping out of her panties. She then turned around to see Terry; her eyes grew wide, taking in the imposing sight of his straining erection and the fat balls slung under it.

But just as Terry’s nakedness hadn’t gone unnoticed, neither had Willow’s. Burma stroked a hand through her dark hair and down her supple back. “Mmmm, don’t feel inadequate, Willow. He may have a lot to offer, but so do you.” She took up position beside the girl, glancing at Terry. “I can certainly see why you weren’t willing to settle for less than both of us, Mr. Lee. I may be good, but I only have two hands—and the usual ration otherwise. But I think you’re both find that making love is like poker. The more there is in the pot, the funner it gets. And ain’t we got a lot of fun already, just dealing out the cards?”

Willow blushed shyly. “Thank you for doing this, Burma. If I were doing it on my own, I’d blush so hard we couldn’t observe blackout regulations. And thanks for acting like I’m… like I’ve got as good a hand as you do. But you don’t have to pretend. I know my breasts aren’t as big as yours and most fellas prefer blondes…”

Burma and Terry shared a chuckle. It was obvious to both of them that while gentlemen might prefer blondes, neither of them felt Willow Belinda fell short at all.

“You’re perfect, Willow,” Terry said. “Even if you aren’t Burma… she may be great, but variety is the spice of life.”

“Yes… you’re quite luscious in your own way… and I think young Terry is ready to get spicy…” Burma observed.

Terry touched Willow’s breasts, rolling her pert nipples softly between his fingers.

“Oh, that feels—wow!” Willow cried, though her throbbing nipples spoke for her plenty.

“Just wait until I do to them what you did to Burma’s,” Terry said with a broad smile. “You’re gonna realize just what a good friend you were to her!”

“Now aren’t you glad that Terry’s already sampled my wares, Willow Belinda?” Burma asked, leading both of them to the bed. “Now not only does he know what to do with a quality female, blonde or brunette, but he wants to hear the latest chart-topper instead of an old favorite. Oh well, c’est la vie. Let’s all get comfortable and play both songs at once. You get beside me, Willow, and I’ll return the favor you just did me before I forget. And Terry will take care of both of us. As you can see, he doesn’t fall short when he has the proper inspiration, not by one inch.”

Willow Belinda didn’t need coaxing, stretching out on the bed just as Burma wanted her to. “I can’t believe how hot my little pussy is,” she breathed. “It’s on fire!”

Terry laughed, gripping the thick base of his manhood. “How about I throw a log on the fire?” he teased, making Burma and Willow giggle hard.

Willow fixed her eyes on Terry’s impressive erection again and found it hadn’t diminished at all. In fact, it seemed even bigger and harder than when she’d been struck by its size before. She felt mesmerized by it and by how Terry’s masculine hand still seemed dwarfed by its girth and sheer length. She rose toward Terry and wrapped her own comparatively tiny fingers around his hardness without uttering a word. Terry took his hand away and let Willow run her hand all up and down his length, obviously still beaming at his size and stiffness.

Burma could just about read the young woman’s mind as she watched it stroke that majestic endowment. Willow Belinda was wondering just how in the hell that huge slab of masculinity could ever fit inside her tight little pussy… and wondering why she so wanted it to, why she was so set on getting it between her legs, when such a massive penetration would certainly hurt. A cock like that wouldn’t so much take her virginity as obliterate it—render her in one stroke as much a slattern as Burma had ever been. It would certainly be one hell of an initiation; Burma found herself wishing that she’d had such a caring, well-endowed man to usher her into being a full-blown woman.

Willow evidently agreed; “It’s amazing,” she finally whispered. “Terry, you’re so big and thick and stiff and long and big! Oh, Burma, all men can’t be like this, can they? They can’t… they just can’t… if they were, every woman in the world would be going around with a smile on her face all the live-long day!”

She moved his prick around and around in her small hand, boggling at it with equal amounts fear, curiosity, astonishment, and lust. She grinned when the huge member jumped and twitched at her strokes. Her hand toyed with it, experimenting with how it responded to different touches—loving how the big monster was responsive to the smallest caress, jerking lustfully, wanting anything she did to it. Just as she would be to Terry’s touch.

Willow Belinda rubbed him harder and faster, then slowed down, covering every girthy inch with a loving massage. Precum spilled from the glanshole and Willow cooed over it, wondering what she should do about this strange, strong-smelling leak from the business end of Terry’s manhood.

“Your hand’s been getting a real workout,” Burma said softly. “Why don’t you give it a break and let your mouth take center stage?”

Willow smiled shakily. “You wouldn’t mind?” she asked Terry. He understandably shook his head. Willow Belinda blew out her breath, thrilled by the idea. “It won’t taste funny, will it?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Terry said, patting Willow’s head in a way that struck Burma as hilarious. She managed to stifle her laugh.

Her own cunt was twitching in trembling in lascivious expectation of the blowjob Willow was about to give—she might’ve been anticipating it even more than Terry. The idea of watching young Willow Belinda wrap her little lips around Terry’s gigantic cock for the first time thrilled Burma enormously.

“I think you’ll enjoy it almost as much as he will,” Burma said, flashing Terry a quick wink. “And you’ll know just how much he enjoys it when you have a full stomach!”

That was all the encouragement Willow Belinda needed. She bent forward and parted her lips around Terry’s engorged cockhead. Those soft, moist lips slid over his glans, tightly pressing in on his knob for the simple reason that it was so swollen and her mouth was so small. But more than that—as the taste hit her, the feel of Terry’s throbbing endowment between her lips, Willow let out a throaty sigh that sent shudders even through Burma.

The blonde cooed herself as those tremors went through her pussy. Burma could only imagine how good Terry’s cock must fill a mouth if Willow—hardly a connoisseur at this point—loved it that much.

Instinctively, Willow Belinda rolled her tongue over Terry’s hulking glans, lathering all of his knob with her hot spit. She soaked it thoroughly, then smacked her lips around the tip of his cockhead, catching little sips of precum right from his glanshole.

“Oh stars and garters, Willow!” Terry rasped. “You’re incredible! You must be a natural! You must’ve been born with a mouth meant to be wrapped around cock!”