"You mean... like you and I, right now? Like, if we both got sort of randy and James wasn't back yet?"
"Well, I suppose this is one of those cases, although I hadn't thought of that, of course."
"Hummmmm" They lay there in the dark, their bodies starting to glow with warmth.
"What do women do in a case like that?" Susan asked.
"I'm not sure. The same as lesbians do, I suppose, except they aren't lesbians. They might even be two married women, in fact, which would prove they weren't dykes. So it couldn't be really wrong, I guess. And it might even be... you know... sort of fun..."
Marla held her breath.
"It might be," Susan agreed, doubtfully.
"I might even try it sometime."
"Oh, would you? I don't know if I would. Maybe with some woman I knew really well. Of course, I feel as if I know you really well, since we shared the same man tonight and sine I was sucking his dick while you were masturbating and all..."
"I'm getting awfully hot," Marla confessed.
"I've been hot all night. I've had to rub my pussy to keep it calm."
"I'd do that for you, if you wanted me to," Marla said. Then she bit her lip, wondering if she'd gone too far, too fast.
But Susan said, "Would you? That might be nice."
Marla sighed as her nervous tension was released, and a new tension, one of expectation, came to replace it.
More confident now, she said, "I'd like to try all the things that women do together. Do you think we should, Susan? Just out of curiosity, of course."
"Well... I am curious..."
Marla rolled onto her side, facing Susan. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness now, and she could see the redhead's lithe form beside her. Susan was very still, staring up at the ceiling, tense and taut.
It was at just this moment that James Blackburn, sipping Gibbs' whisky, wondered if the two women were getting along all right together...
Marla reached out, tentatively, touching Susan on the arm. Inexperienced in these things, she wasn't quite sure how to proceed, but she didn't think there would be any insurmountable difficulties. She stroked the girl's arm and then slowly slid her hand onto her breast. Susan's nipple ballooned instantly and Susan began to pant.
"That feels nice," she said.
"Ummm. For me, too."
Marla caressed the small, firm globes and fingered the swollen nipples and let her imagination glow with fiery fantasy. She was surprised how hot it made her to fondle the girl's tits. It was every bit as exciting as it was to play with a prick, she thought and, always pleased by versatility, she was very happy with the realization. She moved slowly and she hoped that James would not be home for a long time. Beneath her hands, Susan's flesh seemed to turn incandescent; her nubile body began to glow in the dark.
"Shall I touch you, too?" she asked.
"Yes, please."
Susan willingly rolled onto her flank, so that the two girls were face to face. She began rubbing Marla's tits tentatively, and then with more confidence. They moved closer together. Marla, arching her back, pressed her breasts against Susan's. The nipples touched and rubbed over one another, like little, swollen tongues.
"It feels awfully good," Susan whimpered.
Her thighs parted slightly, a subtle hint.
She said, "James sucked my tits, you know."
"Shall I?"
"If you want to."
"Oh, yes. Christ, my mouth is watering for it..."
"We can do each other! Oh, yes!"
Marla tilted her head down and began tonguing Susan's erect buds. Then she closed her lips over the taut flesh and began steadily sucking. Susan moaned and whimpered and trembled. After awhile she squirmed down and, cupping Marla's tits to her face, began mouthing the blonde girl in turn. They switched back and forth, taking turns at this titty sucking, both enjoying doing it every bit as much as having it done. They were both amazed at how pleasant it was to dabble at what, if they didn't know better, they would have thought of as lesbian behaviour.
"Shall I rub your cunt a little?" Marla whispered, and she felt al great surge of lust at the sound of her own words; the suggestion of her own depravity.
"I... I never did it before..." Marla said, uncertain now, at the last moment.
"I want it!" Susan wailed.
"So do I. Oh, Christ, I want it so much that my mouth is watering..."
Susan threw her legs wide apart, lying on her back. Marla leaned over her and licked at the damp flesh of her inner thigh. She licked upwards and paused, a mere inch from the redhead's steaming gash.
Susan squirmed, parted thighs rippling, breasts heavily rising. A strange expression transfixed her countenance. It seemed a medley of emotions, predominately desire but also amazement and incredulity; perhaps a few remaining shreds of doubt. She gazed down at Marla, looking along the plain of her torso and over the hillocks of her tits. She smiled rather shyly. Marla smiled back, shy at first, too, but then encouraging. Marla too was experiencing a strange mixture of feelings. She was thinking about how earlier that evening, while watching herself in the looking glass as she masturbated, she had wondered what it would be like to make love to another girl and had wondered if she would ever get the chance. It seemed incredible that she now had that opportunity, on the very same night. Well, she had made the opportunity. There was nothing incredible about it, really. If she hadn't had that earlier fantasy, she wouldn't have thought- or had the nerve to seduce Susan.
Marla felt more confident and more deliciously depraved. She let the tip of her tongue slide across her lower lip and, seeing this, Susan fairly jumped with the hot flashes of desire. Her pussy was gaping wide open, the darker fleshed inner folds exposed, streaked with foamy cunt juice. Her clit was a tight knot of passion a Gordian knot, tangled and complex but waiting for Marla's swordlike tongue to solve the mystery and undue the bindings of release.
Marla was kneading the flesh of her inner thighs and rubbing her belly, and, from time to time, giving her pussy a lingering stroke, all the while gazing in rapture and wonderment at the coral and pearl splendour between Susan's legs. Susan's cunt, Marla thought, looked like some delicious little pink shelled creature of the sea, juicy fleshed and succulent, the clitoris probing from the coral like a curious and delectable antenna, the whole shell reclining on a bed of reddish-bronze seaweed and coated with liquid pearls. Marla, remembering how she'd licked her own pussy juice from her fingers, was able to imagine how wonderful Susan's hot little box was going to taste. It would be far more delectable than her own cunt cream had been, since she would be mouthing it directly from the hot oven, instead of while it was already beginning to cool and congeal on her fingers. And, too, it would have the added spice and piquancy of depravity, the thrill of degradation, the charm of wanton sin. Marla suffered no doubts whatsoever; she very definitely wanted to suck Susan's juicy snatch; to suck and tongue it to a frenzy.
But she delayed, not through any last moment doubts but because she wanted to savour the impending delight before she savoured the act. She wanted to think about what she intended to do, milking her imagination of all the thrill of expectation, before she proceeded to milk that pearly froth from Susan's hot box. After all, there was only one first time for anything, and Marla wanted to make the most of this initial experience, even as she instinctively sensed that it would be so enjoyable that it would not be the only time she did it. She quite clearly saw the possibility that she could become addicted to eating cunt, but that didn't worry her in the slightest; she was willing to accept that addiction, knowing that the craving would certainly be fulfilled.
"Please..." Susan was pleading.
Susan was so hot she could hardly bear it. It felt as if Marla's vision was actually, physically, touching her; as if the twin beams of her gaze had a tactile property, pouring warmly onto her vulva; boring like laser beams into her secret and sensitive flesh.
She hiked her tight ass up and pushed her crotch down toward Marla's face.
Marla smiled with great contentment, seeing how greatly she had aroused this girl; immensely pleased that she was capable of thus affecting a woman. For a few more moments she delayed, teasing Susan, but then her own craving became so powerful that she could no longer wait.
Marla began, very happily, to eat Susan's cunt.
Her inexperience, she found, was no hindrance, for she seemed to know instinctively just how to go about it; to make it as good as possible which was very good, indeed for both of them.
She used only her tongue, at first.
Pushing her tongue out, she touched the tip against Susan's quim. Susan leaped and gasped. Marla withdrew her tongue, then pushed it out again, not licking but merely letting the tip press against Susan's drooling slot. She tongue-tapped the labia, then the clit. Susan's cunt seemed to pull powerfully on her tongue, as if some great suction from within were compelling her; seeking to slap her face, like a suction cup, firmly against the girl's overheated crotch.
"Yes, yes, yes," Susan whimpered.
Marla smiled and sighed with contentment. Then she began lapping like a kitten at a saucer of cream. She ran her tongue slowly upwards, licking along the pink gash, tracing the length of the slit and, at the top of each stroke, curling delightfully over the stiff love bud. Susan's hot cunt juice coated her tongue and she felt her tastebuds tingle as she savoured the musky, saline delicacy.
Her lips brushed against the steaming slot.
It was time to advance to the next stage, following the instinctive procedure, Marla knew. She tilted her head and, fitting her mouth directly against Susan's gaping hole, she began to suck steadily. Her tongue continued to work, in conjunction with her lips. She ran her tongue deeply up the hole while she slurped happily at the labia. Susan's pussy clamped over her probing tongue and pulled at her sucking mouth.
"Suck, suck, suck," Susan moaned.
Marla joyfully obeyed. She spread Susan's cunt wide open with her fingers, so that she could bury her mouth deeper in the folded intricacies of that delectable and succulent shell, sucking and lapping as far up the smoking hole as she could possibly go.
"I'm going to come..." Susan squealed.
"OH, yes! Come in my mouth! I want your hot cream, I want to milk your fiery cunt..."
Marla began sucking frantically. A hot wash of pearly slime gushed onto her tongue and, startled, Marla drew back for an instant. Then, moaning deeply within herself, she quickly pressed her face back to Susan's crotch and began sucking and licking in a frenzy of lust. Susan thrashed about madly, her body out of control, hips writhing and belly pumping and thighs trembling. Her climax came in increasing waves, filling Marla's eager mouth with cunt juice, Marla gulped the delicious nectar down and slipped her lips tightly over the redhead's love bud, going suck-crazy on that tingling nub; using it like a lever, to pry the orgasmic juices from the girl's deep, smouldering hole.
Then, with a great sigh, Susan sank back upon the bed and went limp. Marla lapped away until she'd greedily wolfed down every drop of cunt juice from the girl's twat, then sent her tongue probing down the perineum, into the crack of her ass, along the creases where thighs met crotch, gathering up every last errant droplet of cream.
Finally, finished, Marla sat back, curled on one shapely flank, with one knee raised and her chin resting on it. Her mouth was glistening with cunt juice and the pink tip of her tongue showed between her slightly parted lips. She was satisfied, but not satiated; her desire to eat Susan's pussy was fulfilled but that fulfillment left her with another need; with her own physical requirements. The tips of her tits stood out, stiff and tingling, and her crotch was sodden. She eyed Susan's crotch wistfully, wondering if perchance the oversexed little nymph might like another oral session. Susan's thighs and vulva glistened damply, the pussy juice thoroughly lapped up but a sheen of spittle remaining.
Susan opened her eyes. She looked slightly dazed by the rigors of her orgasm.
"Was it nice?" Marla asked.
"Oh... yes..."
"It was for me, too. I knew I'd like doing that, but it was even better than I'd imagined. I... But you must think I'm terribly perverted..." Marla was taken by a sudden and totally unexpected surge of guilt, not because of what she'd done but because of what Susan might think of it, now that the redhead's needs were satisfied and she could once more reason without having her thoughts clouded and confused by her physical state. She stared at Marla, her face blank, and Marla blushed.
"I'm not really a lesbian..." she said.
Then Susan grinned.
"Of course not," she said. "How could you be? After all, you're married."
Marla felt relieved.
Then Susan said, "I'm married, too."
She looked meaningfully at Marla, her eyes moving down to the blonde's wet pussy.
"You mean...?"
"Well, turn about is fair play, isn't it?" Susan said, and she giggled excitedly.
She meant it literally.
The two girls turned about...
CHAPTER EIGHT
James Blackburn paid the taxi driver and went into his apartment building. He was wondering what sort of reception he was going to receive; whether the women would be furious or jealous or understanding; whether they had become friends or had been instant enemies; whether they would contest for his services or be allied against him. It was an honest mistake, he reasoned with himself. Surely they would understand that? But would they? Women being what they were, he could feel no confidence in their ability to see the situation with clarity and from an objective point of view. He'd honestly forgotten that Susan was there when he'd given the keys to Marla, but Susan wasn't likely to be pleased at being overlooked in such blatant fashion. And Marla, having given so nicely of herself in her own living room, wasn't likely to be pleased at being sent off to what might be thought of as a harem. Blackburn could foresee immense difficulties.
Even if everything turned out civilized, he knew he might still be in trouble, for his former sexual exertions had left his spermaries in a depleted condition and his organ less than erect. He doubted he would be able to pleasure both of his house guests again that night.
Of course, he didn't know, then, what sort of titillation awaited him...
He found the door unlocked and went in quietly; tiptoed down the hallway, listening; hoping to hear whatever conversation, if any, was transpiring between the two girls so he would have some forewarning of their attitudes.
He heard no conversation.
He heard, instead, a remarkable, moist sound.
What on earth could that be? he wondered. It sounds rather like a wet sponge being applied to firm rubber, but that doesn't seem likely. In fact, if I didn't know better, I'd think there was some cunt sucking going on in there, but that can't be possible... Unless those wretched, unfaithful wives have brought a man here!
He was incensed at the thought.
But it was possible, he figured. Out of anger at him, if nothing else, they might have fetched some horny stranger from the streets to service them. He knew full well how capable of vengeance Susan was, and he knew the form her revenge took.
He hoped the unwelcome visitor was small enough to be thrown out.
He moved closer and pushed one eye past the edge of the partially open door. The light was on, dim but sufficient to reveal the remarkable sight upon his bed, and Blackburn blinked in astonishment.
Then, slowly, he smiled.
He smiled even more as he felt his member twitch with renewed vigour, and he knew that his potency had required no more than this fascinating spectre.
Leaning against the wall, he watched...
Marla was on her back, long legs spread, knees elevated. Her face was tossing from side to side, eyes narrowed and lips slack with passion, her golden mane spreading like a soft gilt halo around her head. She was fingering her own nipples, rolling the stiff buds luxuriously, and moaning repeatedly.
Susan was kneeling between her thighs, face buried against M
arla's vulva, busily sucking away. Her soft, pouting lips slurped merrily, sliding around in the oval pink pool of swampy cream. Her pert little ass bobbed in the air, the highest point of her arched body, and her plump titties swayed deliciously between Marla's thighs.
Well, well, well, thought Blackburn. Who would have thought that Susan was bi-sexual? Or Marla, for that matter? Looking more closely, he saw that Marla's lips were frothy with nacreous residue, and guessed that this had been a reciprocal act of oral love. His cock strained, rising against his trousers, and he held his breath, not wanting to interrupt this fascinating scene.
Marla, writhing in ecstasy, changed positions. She threw one leg across Susan and, turning, came onto her hands and knees, her ass presented to the redhead's eager face. Susan, undaunted, continued to suck pussy, from the back now, her nose buried in Marla's asshole while her lips and tongue flashed and flared in the pit below.
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