"I never thought of that."
"It makes sense," Marla agreed.
Susan contemplated.
"But... she might think I was a lesbian, if I started fooling around with her box!"
"Not at all. You're married, remember? How could anyone think you were a dyke?"
"That's true," Susan agreed.
"Will you try it, then?"
"I... guess so..."
Susan's eyes began to shine with excitement.
She said, "I hope I can sneak the key out without her knowing. It might not be easy. I wonder if I should have some practice first?"
"Practice?" Blackburn said, confused.
But Marla understood.
"Yes, I think you should, Susan," she agreed. Then Blackburn understood.
They used Blackburn's door key.
Marla shoved it well up her quim and Susan began to practice. Kneeling between Marla's wide spread thighs for Blackburn had assured them that Janie's thighs would be widespread the willing little redhead sent her tongue probing up the slippery slot. There was a great deal of clumsy fumbling, at first, as is normal when a girl is leaning a new task, but soon enough she seemed to have mastered the art of picking the carnal pocket. Her talented tongue glided in, uncoiling, and neatly flipped the key out. She hid the key in her cheek.
"Did you feel me take it?" she asked.
"No-o-o-o," Marla moaned.
Susan spat the key out and pushed it up Marla's twat once more.
"Practice makes perfect," she said.
And she practiced.
And practiced...
Susan left, eager to try out her new expertise. Marla was stretched out on the couch, utterly drained, which was jut as well for Blackburn, who was also spent. After awhile, Marla rose and pulled her panties on.
"I'd better go home now," she said. "I simply must change my clothing. And..." she blushed faintly... "I'm simply dying to develop those pictures you took of Susan and me."
"All right. I'll give you a call as soon as I her from Susan," Blackburn said.
Marla left.
She didn't forget to take her toothbrush.
DeVilliers Kuun knocked on Trevor Smith's door. He was an elegant sort of chap, with an old school tie and blazer and no chin to speak of. He wore a carnation in his buttonhole and carried a walking stick.
Janie, naked as usual, opened the door.
"Just the man I want to see," she said.
Kuun's eyes bulged.
"There must be some mistake," he croaked.
"Mistake? Why? You impotent or something?"
"Hardly, madam! But I've called to see Mister Smith about some photographs..."
"Oh. He's gone out. Gone looking for his wife, and left me all alone. Come on in."
Kuun hesitated.
But Janie was not to be denied. Trevor and Big Red had both departed shortly after Blackburn, leaving her in a terrible hard up state. She seized DeVilliers Kuun firmly by the crotch and pulled him into the apartment.
"Oh, I say!" he croaked.
"Let's have a look at your tackle," Janie said.
Dropping to her knees, she proceeded to unfasten his belt and unbutton his impeccable Shepard Anderson trousers. She hauled his pecker out.
She scowled.
Marla had been most correct in describing Kuun's manhood. His dick was a mere nubbin of soft flesh.
"Why, it ain't no bigger than a clit," Janie wailed, in abject disappointment.
"No need for insults, my dear," he objected.
"Well, what am I supposed to do with a tiny little twig like that?"
"You might replace it in my impeccable Shepard Anderson trousers," he suggested.
But a tingle ran through the stunted stalk and it grew a millimetre or two.
Janie, encouraged, gave it a pull.
"Looks like a banger and mash," she remarked.
Then she cocked her head, brightening.
"Say, I'll bet sucking on a tiny dick like this is just the same as sucking a clitoris," she exclaimed. "Why, this might be handy, after all. I've always wondered what it was like to a clit..."
"Good heavens!" he gasped, bemused and staggered by such depravity.
Giggling, Janie placed her hand flat against his crotch, fingers splayed, so that his dick poked through. It was the same size as her thumb. She leaned forward and Kuun twitched nervously.
"Hold still," she snapped.
Her tongue fluttered out and ran over the pink tip of his dick. The minuscule organ grew a trifle larger. Janie watched it expand, then took a second lick at the rubbery knob. It didn't taste bad, she thought. Apparently size of prick had no effect on flavour. But, and this was the point, it did taste like cock, although it was the size of a clitoris, and she was faintly disappointed. Janie had often thought about pussy sucking, with both curiosity and passion, but she'd never had a chance to try it, mainly because there was never a time when she had the opportunity. Most of the time her mouth and/or twat were stuffed with cock. Well, maybe this was the best of both worlds, she thought, rationalizing, as she gave the tingling bud a third lick.
Then, getting carried away, she took the tiny member between her lips and sucked vigorously. It was bigger than a cigarette, at least; about like a large cigar. Her lips ran up and down the short shaft. Kuun wasn't really hard yet, but the organ had tensed somewhat and, within her warm mouth, it finally began to harden. That delighted Janie. It was marvelous to feel a soft cock turn hard in her mouth, and she sucked avidly, taking the whole thing in and then, opening her lips wide, she sucked his balls in, as well, so that she was mouthing his whole tackle.
"Steady on!" Kuun wailed.
His Adam's apple jumped frantically about in his throat and he pushed his hips forward. His cock was truly hard by this time as hard as it ever got and he saw that he'd become a victim of the girl's passion. His mind flitted about in confusion; he wondered what the gentlemen at his club would say, could they see him now, and he wondered if a woman as sexually uninhibited as this one might not be a carrier of venereal diseases, but mainly he thought about what was actually happening, and he found it thrilling.
Steadying his hips in her hands, Janie went to work on his cock and balls in proper fashion, flicking her tongue beneath the now hard glans, nibbling lightly on the stalk, and sucking steadily on the whole meaty mouthful. She was aware of the different taste of cock and ball meat, a subtle variation in flavour and texture. It was like eating a shish-kabob of pork and lamb, she thought, and that caused her to wonder even more what a juicy cunt would taste like. She would soon have to find out about that, she knew.
But first things first...
She began slurping away at an ever increasing rate, eager for him to come.
Suddenly Kuun stiffened.
A trickle of slime skimmed up her mobile tongue.
"Ummmm," Janie cooed.
She sucked furiously, anticipating the hot mouthful to follow, but nothing else happened. Just the one thin trickle of oil ran over her tastebuds, his dick twitched and, directly after, began to shrink.
Janie sucked frantically, wondering what had gone wrong, but despite her mouthings the little pink dick continued to shrink.
Janie spat the diminishing bud out. It bobbed twice and then dropped like apiece of twine. His balls had shriveled up to wrinkled nubbins.
"Was that it?" she asked, tilting her head and glaring up at his face.
"What? What?" he croaked.
"Did you come?"
"Certainly, I came. Can you be so naive that you don't know when a gentleman has come in your mouth?"
"Aw shit," said Janie. "There wasn't enough to fill a tooth, let alone a mouthful."
Kuun was insulted.
"And, I must say," he said, "there is nothing more disgusting than a woman who will allow a gentleman to ejaculate his seminal load in her mouth."
He straightened his tie and squared his shoulders. His dick withdrew, of its own accord, into his fly, whereupon
he zippered it safely in place.
"You, Madam, are nothing but a skag," he intoned.
Turning on his heel, he strode to the door.
Janie, still kneeling there, watched him leave. She was tremendously frustrated and immensely annoyed. Oh dear, she thought. Now I'll have to rub myself off, and that seems such a terrible waste of an orgasm. And I still don't know what it's like to suck a clit...
That was when Susan arrived home...
* * *
Geoffrey Collins sat on the airplane from Paris, thinking about Monique and Marla in comparative terms. Geoffrey had finished his business in France a day earlier than anticipated, and because he feared that, with a free day in Paris, he would fall into evil ways in the form, no doubt, of evil backscuttling, he had decided to fly home immediately. He'd tried to phone Marla from the airport, but there had been no answer at his home. Geoffrey wondered about that. He wondered where his wife could be that early in the day.
For a few moment she toyed with the idea that she might have stayed out all night.
The idea didn't trouble him at all, however. No jealousy arose, no anger; in fact, the idea pleased him enormously. For, although he would never have told Marla, Geoffrey would have adored to find out she was unfaithful to him. There were two reasons for this; three really. The knowledge would have been sexually stimulating and he was open minded enough to accept it for that, without recrimination. More important, it would have made him feel justified in having other women. And, most important of all, it would be proof that his wife was not the cool and rather asexual lady he thought her, which would open the door and pave the way toward a far more exciting marital relationship between them. He would, for instance, be able to suggest certain variations in cock placement which appealed to him.
But it was only a passing fancy.
Geoffrey could not really imagine Marla being unfaithful to him, anymore than he could imagine her being receptive to sexual variation.
And so he dutifully flew home, anticipating a pleasant but hardly exciting welcome, in the missionary position...
If only, he thought, I could find the key to awakening her sexual appetite...
He thought that at the precise moment that Susan first managed to tongue Blackburn's key from Marla's sodden lock... It wasn't the sort of key he was thinking about, but it was much the same thing...
"Oh, you're home, huh?" Janie said, rising from her knees. "I suppose you want me to move out?"
Susan, feeling she should act angry, shrugged. She wasn't surprised to find Janie naked. Janie was always naked. She never left the apartment and never wore any clothes at all, and it was possible that she had no clothes.
"We better talk about it," Susan said.
"Okay. But I hope you aren't too angry. I'm sorry about fucking Trevor, but I can't help it, being a nymphomaniac and all. And it isn't as if he was the only one. I fuck everyone I can."
"You never fucked me," Susan said, flushing.
"Huh?"
"Well, fair is fair. I mean, this is as much my home as it is Trevor's, right? So if you're going to fuck him, you ought to do me, too. By rights."
"I never knew you liked women?"
"Oh, I don't. I mean, don't think I'm a dirty old lesbian or anything. This is simply a case of getting what's coming to me, you know? My share of the rent, so to speak."
Susan eyed Janie's crotch, wherein reposed the key to the workroom.
Janie, in turn, eyed Susan's loins, wherein lay the answer to her curiosity.
"Well, sure. I'll be glad to," said Janie.
"Of course, Trevor eats your pussy and all, so I guess I'll have to do that, too, just so the scale is balanced, if you see what I mean?"
"Ohhh, I see exactly what you mean..." Janie squealed.
Whereupon they went to Janie's room.
And Janie, for the first time in her life, locked the door.
Janie sat on the bed while Susan undressed. Then, naked, Susan joined her. Janie, remarkably, felt shy. It was a sensation she had never felt before, and it added to her passion.
"I don't know how to do it," she said.
"You'll learn. It's easy."
"Have you... before?"
"Of course not," said Susan. "I mean that I imagine it must be easy."
She moved her hand between Janie's thighs. Janie willingly followed suit. It was definitely easy, she realized. Just like masturbating, but lots more fun. It was so much fun that she felt inclined to say, "It's a good thing neither of us is a lesbian, or else we might really learn to enjoy this, huh?"
And Susan, pleased that Janie realized she was not a dyke, proceeded to go down on the willing lodger.
Janie twisted around, still following suit, and in the inverted position they both together thrilled to the delights of non lesbian cunt sucking.
Susan had practiced well.
She managed to tongue the key out without Janie being any the wiser.
And, moments later, she damn near swallowed it as Janie's fluid lust filled her eager mouth and Susan joyfully collected the rent and gave the receipt in kind...
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Shortly thereafter, but not too shortly, Susan arrived back at James Blackburn's, holding the key triumphantly up before her, like a beacon shining with her success. The key was glistening moistly.
"I got it!" she proudly proclaimed.
"But what about the pictures?"
"Oh, I got them, too," she said. "But I was prouder of getting the key. That was the tricky part."
"I assume, then, that you've forgiven Janie for her trespasses?"
"Oh, yes. We worked it out very nicely. She's promised to give me equal time from now on. Orgasm for orgasm, you know? So my house is in order once again.
She gave Blackburn the photos of Marla and Gibbs. He glanced at them and his dick, well-rested at last, began to jump in his trousers.
"I'll phone Marla," he said. "She wants to see these before we destroy them. Can you stay?"
"Sorry. I have to get home. It wouldn't be right to stay here, now that I've forgiven Trevor. I certainly wouldn't want to be the party at fault, you know. Anyway, Trevor has been balling Janie for months, and we have a lot of catching up to do."
Blackburn regretted this, but understood her point. He telephone Marla as soon as Susan left. "Success," he said.
"You have them?"
"Yes."
"Are they... exciting?"
"Very. Want to come over and see them?"
"I certainly do. I was just going to develop the ones that you took of Susan and me, but that can wait until tonight. I'll get a taxi and be there directly" Blackburn replaced the phone and settled down to study the photos in detail. Trevor was obviously quite professional, for the pictures were very good. Marla's face was in every one, leaving no doubt who it was, and the graphic details of the sex act were unmistakable. Blackburn had never cared much for dirty pictures, finding them only mildly stimulating, but he realized it was a far different thing when the female involved was someone he knew well. Very well. After awhile he took all his clothing off.
Marla arrived so excited and anxious to see the pictures that she didn't even notice, at first, that her host was stark naked. She sat beside him on the couch and looked at each of the glossy photographs in turn, relishing the details. Her tongue slid across her lower lip and she began to squirm.
"Oh, they did turn out well, didn't they?"
"Quite."
"Too bad there isn't more variety. But, of course, that wasn't possible under the circumstances. Not like the ones you took, I can hardly wait to develop them. But these are good, regardless. It seems a shame we have to destroy them..."
She glanced sideways at Blackburn. Her eyes dipped and, for the first time, she saw that he was naked and, more to the point, had an admirable hard-on.
"I suppose I could keep them here. Under lock and key, of course," he volunteered.
"But where would we keep the key?" she said, laughing.
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br /> "And you could visit me and look at them anytime you wished to..."
"What a splendid idea!"
Her hand fell, as if by accident, onto his jutting stalk. She looked at the photos again, casually and idly strumming his dork.
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