She had always dreamed of what it would be like to have sex with another woman and now, finally, her dreams were about to come true...
Her sexy girlfriend quickly undressed her inspired by passion and hungry to taste her pussy. Catching a nipple between her lips, she sucked hard, sending wonderful sensations straight to her cunt. Her pussy was oozing with feminine juices, she couldn't believe how wet she was. Suddenly, the more experienced of the two, sank to her knees and buried her tongue into her lover's innermost folds of flesh. She began to lick and nibble and suck -- she inhaled the heady but intoxicating fragrance...
CHAPTER ONE
Stephanie Harrison stood naked in front of the full-length mirror in her large, spacious bathroom, the nile green terry cloth robe she had just taken off lying in a heap at her feet.
It was six-thirty at night. Stephanie had gotten home after a hard day's work and the tub which was filled with hot water to which bubble bath had been added was waiting and inviting.
She looked at herself carefully. She had long blonde hair. Her breasts were big, but not too big and the nipples large and hairless. Her waist was narrow, there was just the slightest bit of fat there, nothing that anyone would notice or object to and her legs were long. She was twenty-seven.
She eyed herself carefully and looked almost disappointed when she couldn't find anything wrong. Steam wafted upwards from the bath but there was something else Stephanie wanted to do, something that was more important.
She sat down on the edge of the tub after she had hung her robe on a red, oversized plastic hook on the back of the bathroom door.
Then she began to rub her cunt, slowly exciting herself. Eyes closed, legs spread far apart she played with her cunt slit. She didn't want to waste any time. There would be plenty of opportunity for playing later but now she just wanted some relief.
She found her clit and scratched at it with a fingernail, getting more and more excited. She began to pant and moan and when she finger flicked herself she came easily and quickly.
Satisfied and greatly relieved she climbed carefully into the tub and soaked for a while. Eventually she got out, dried herself off and was heading towards her kitchen when the telephone rang.
"Hi, Blanche, I was just going to get something to eat. What? Sure, that would be fun. Oh, I guess I could be there in thirty minutes. Great. See you then." Stephanie put the receiver back in its cradle and smiled as she went into her bedroom.
Blanche O'Hara also smiled. She was a short brunette and worked in the mill as a private secretary for one of the executive vice presidents. The mill made pulp paper which was shipped to different parts of the country. Blanche had a good job, liked it there and had no intention of leaving.
She had a good figure and was one year younger than her friend Stephanie. Like Stephanie, she lived alone. Rents were fairly cheap, especially if you had a good job and she had a spacious, well-furnished apartment in a nice part of town.
She took a quick shower and put on some levis and an old work shirt which she tied around her waist. She ran a comb through her short hair.
It was hot out and she was thankful that she had the foresight to get it cut off. At first she wasn't too sure because her hair had been long and very beautiful but now with the warm weather upon them, she was sure that she had made the right decision.
At about seven-fifteen she heard a car give two quick toots from its horn. Going over to the window Blanche parted the lace curtains and looked down two stories.
Stephanie drove a small red imported car, Blanche could never remember the make because they all looked and sounded alike to her, but Stephanie had owned the car for four years and the only thing she had done was to give it regular maintenance. The car was never in the shop and got good gas mileage and it made Blanche think more than once about trading in her American car.
Stephanie waved and walked up the slate pathway that led to the stairway on the outside of the two story house that Blanche shared with a middle-aged-couple.
Blanche had the whole second floor and had furnished it tastefully. The rooms were big and there were a lot of windows and even when it got very hot there was always a nice breeze.
Stephanie wore a summer skirt, blouse and sandals and had known Blanche for nearly five years.
"Feel like a beer?" asked Blanche.
"Love one."
"Hungry?" asked Blanche from the kitchen where she got out two bottles of beer from the refrigerator and opened them. She didn't believe in using glasses unless it was absolutely necessary so she handed Stephanie her beer and sat down next to her on a long couch that was against the wall that faced the windows.
Stephanie smacked her lips. "That hits the spot."
"Hard day?"
Stephanie worked for an accountant. She liked her job and was taking night classes three times a week at a local college, hoping to finally get her degree.
"Not especially. You?"
"Sort of. Where do you feel like eating?"
"I don't really much care. What about you?"
"I sort of feel like Chinese. Is that OK?"
"Sure."
"Are you very hungry?"
"I can wait."
Blanche took a healthy swig out of her beer and licked the foam off her upper lip with her tongue. Then she put the bottle down on an end table and moved closer to Stephanie.
"You look very pretty tonight."
"Thanks."
Blanche's eyes cruised over her chest. Then she took Stephanie's bottle of beer out of her hand and put it down on the floor.
"I thought about you," said Stephanie.
"You did?"
"All day."
"What did you think about?"
"This."
Stephanie tugged at the knot that held Blanche's shirt tales together and opened it. Blanche wasn't wearing a bra and when Stephanie saw her naked breasts hot flashes of excitement coursed through her body.
"What are you waiting for?" asked Blanche.
"Nothing."
Stephanie leaned into her, opening her mouth so she could run the tip of her tongue around the circumference of one of Blanche's nipples, making the nub of breast flesh rise and get thumb hard.
She rubbed her other breast while Blanche caressed Stephanie's inner thighs, slowly moving up towards her soft cunt mound.
Blanche held Stephanie's head in her free hand and pushed her chest forward, making Stephanie open her mouth wide so as to take as much of her breast flesh as she could into her dark, warm cavern.
Then Stephanie stopped sucking on her and stood up. She kicked off her sandals and unbuttoned her blouse and took off her bra.
Blanche shucked off her shirt and wiggled out of her levis as Stephanie's skirt fell to the floor around her feet. She stepped out of it and got down on her knees, her head between Blanche's legs.
She covered her inner thighs with wet, open mouthed kisses as she ran her hands up and down the underside of Blanche's thighs.
Blanche moved down on the couch to make it easier for Stephanie and when she felt her mouth on her cunt mound she sucked in her breath sharply.
Stephanie thrust her tongue as far as she could up into Blanche's cunt hole and poked and probed around, mashing her teeth against her hairy mound, filling her with pleasure and excitement.
"Eat me, eat me," moaned Blanche.
Blanche began to squirm around as Stephanie found her love button and stabbed out at the ultra sensitive little nubbin of cunt flesh with the tip of her tongue making it erect and beam out pleasure and excitement to every part of her body.
It didn't take Blanche long to come and when she did, she held Stephanie's head tightly against her cunt, making Stephanie suck and swallow. When she finished coming, she let go so that Stephanie could stand up, arch her back and lick her lips.
"Now that really improved my appetite," said Stephanie.
"Want to play some more?"
"Later on you can return the favour. Now I want to go get something to eat."
"Fine by me." They dressed and went outside and got into Stephanie's car and drove downtown where there were several good Chinese restaurants.
Over sweet and sour pork with garlic sauce, Stephanie said, "I almost came today when I thought about you."
"Mmmm."
There weren't too many other people in the place, but they talked softly nevertheless.
"I thought about your tongue and how it made me feel and how good you tasted when you came in my mouth."
Blanche finished her food and took a sip out of her tea. The waiter came over.
"Will there be anything else?"
"Coffee for me," said Stephanie.
"I'll have the same." He took away their dishes and returned shortly with the coffee. Both girls lit up cigarettes. The meal had been good and the air-conditioning felt nice, but the way Stephanie was feeling was even nicer.
"Sometimes it's hard to concentrate when I think about you," said Stephanie. "I almost loused up someone's account today."
"Wouldn't want to do that."
"No, I'd get fired for sure."
"Would you like to come back to my place for a while?" asked Blanche.
"Well, it's getting sort of late."
"What if I told you I'd eat you until you begged me to stop," said Blanche.
"Waiter, may we have the check please?
CHAPTER TWO
It was relatively late by the time they got back to Blanche's. Stephanie parked her car in the driveway and they went upstairs where Blanche immediately drew the curtains as Stephanie went into the bedroom.
By the time Blanche got in Stephanie had stripped and was lying naked on the bed, her legs spread far apart, her breasts slowly rising up and down on her chest.
Blanche took a long look at her and slowly took off her clothes. "Baby, you are really built, like the proverbial shithouse made of brick."
"Like it, huh?"
"When did we first make it?" asked Blanche as she sat down on the edge of the bed so she could start to caress Stephanie's thighs.
"Two years ago?"
"Something like that."
Blanche laid down on the bed on her stomach, her breasts flattening out against the cotton sheet as Stephanie spread her legs far apart. Anxious anticipation filled her as Blanche kissed her inner thighs.
Then she took her fingers and spread Stephanie's cunt lips apart, revealing her pinkish, inner flesh. She ran her tongue up and down her slit a couple of times before she suddenly mashed her mouth against her cunt mount, filling Stephanie with delicious pleasure.
"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned.
Stephanie was one of those women who got very excited very quickly and Blanche was one of those women who believed in getting right down to business.
As a result, they were very sexually compatible and they also liked each other. Blanche scrunched her hands in under Stephanie's buttocks so she could lift her up as her tongue continued to explore the inner recesses of her cunt.
Stephanie's love button radiated out pleasure and heat to every part of her body. She caressed her own breasts, adding to her pleasure.
"Oh, I'm cooooming," she gasped.
She bucked wildly as cream filled her cunt canal and oozed down its length into Blanche's waiting mouth. She swallowed and sucked for more, her own cunt becoming swollen with desire.
Stephanie came again, her cunt hairs getting sopped in the process. Blanche's lips and cheeks were smeared with her whey and the taste of her juice was heavy and delicious in her mouth.
Blanche got up and laid down beside Stephanie who was breathing hard. "Use your finger on me," she panted.
Stephanie willingly obliged, thrusting her middle finger as far as she could up into Blanche's cunt hole while Blanche sucked on one of her nipples, opening her mouth and filling it with tender breast flesh.
Stephanie reamed out Blanche's cunt with her finger, using her nail to scratch at her side walls, adding to her pleasure and excitement.
"Oh, oh, oh," gasped Blanche as she came, the juice almost squirting out of her.
Stephanie continued to work on her until she was sure she had finished coming. Then she took her finger out of her and kissed her.
Their tongues ducked and they sucked on each other and wrapped their arms around each other, their breasts and cunts touching. then they broke the embrace.
"Mmmm, excellent as usual," said Blanche as she got up and went into the kitchen where she got two cold beers and brought them back into the bedroom.
Stephanie swigged. "Tastes good, but not as good as you," she said.
"Want to do something this weekend?" asked Blanche.
"It's only Tuesday. Let me try and think of something," suggested Stephanie.
"Okay, I'm open to just about anything."
"What about an orgy?"
"Love to participate," answered Blanche. "Got anybody else that you think might be interested?"
"I'm sure I could get a few people. Want me to ask around?" asked Stephanie.
"It wouldn't hurt. If we don't do it this weekend, we could always do it some other time."
Stephanie began to play with Blanche's cunt as they talked, teasing her, getting her excited again.
"On the other hand we could always just spend the weekend in bed, just the two of us," suggested Blanche.
"That would be fun, too," agreed Stephanie as Blanche finished her beer.
Stephanie's middle finger entered Blanche's cunt hole and started to probe around. Blanche took a deep breath and spread her legs as her friend worked on her.
Although they were lesbians, both Blanche and Stephanie did fuck with a man every now and then. They were both very feminine and the decisions that they had made concerning their sexual preference had been made a long time ago.
Both were happy with their decisions. Men were easy enough to get when they were desired, but in terms of the long run, they preferred women.
They had both found out that it was less complicated that way, it seemed much more natural and the sexual gratification was greater.
"Ohhh, that feels so good," moaned Blanche.
Sometimes they went on like that for hours, playing with each others cunts and breasts, each one of them having multiple orgasms until they finally collapsed into a deep sleep.
Stephanie rubbed one of Blanche's breasts. It was firm and Stephanie had always liked the way it felt. She was beginning to get excited herself and took her finger out of Blanche's cunt so she could kiss her, pressing her hairy sex mound into Blanche's.
They both came at the same time, their tongues dueling and when they had finished they broke the embrace and smoked cigarettes.
Blanche had a nice bedroom. The bed was queen-size and there was a dresser and a walk-in closet and a large bathroom with a round tub. Lace curtains were on the windows which overlooked a small backyard in which there were several trees and a small flowerbed.
The couple who occupied the first floor of the house was very quiet and never disturbed them and in the three years that Blanche had lived there she had never had one occasion to complain.
The rent was affordable and the place was in excellent shape which meant that she didn't have to put up with things like leaks or falling plaster or creepy crawly insects.
After they put out their cigarettes they resumed playing with one another. Blanche became the aggressor now, toying with Stephanie's nipples, sucking on them.
"Oh, you do that so well," moaned Stephanie.
Blanche took her nipple out of her mouth so she could rub her cunt, manipulating Stephanie's fleshy folds, knowing that if she continued to do it for long enough, she would have an orgasm.
"It's easy with you."
"I wonder if you ever get tired of me."
"So far I haven't," said Blanche.
"It's the future I worry about."
"I wouldn't waste my energy if I were you."
"Why not?"
"Because neither one of us is going anywhere."
"Eat me."
"With pleasure."
CHAPTER THREE
When Blanche woke up the following morning she did two things. She stretched and vaguely recalled what had gone on the night before. Stephanie had stayed a long time, Blanche wasn't quite sure how late it was when she finally left.
The second thing she did was to look at her alarm clock. She jumped out of bed without bothering to take a shower or eating breakfast. She threw on some clothes and drove down to the mill as fast as she could. She was almost two hours late and her boss was not the kind of man she liked to take liberties with for several very good reasons.
Harold Schlumberg was fifty years old, in good shape for his age, drank a little too much about three times a week and was married to a woman who had the sexual attraction of a sack of potatoes. He slept with other women whenever he got the opportunity.
Blanche had been his secretary for three years and he liked her. She was good and she was also good-looking. That particular morning he was wearing a light blue leisure suit with an equally unattractive shirt and tie and he was also pacing up and down in his well-appointed office when Blanche burst in through the door."
I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Schlumberg, I forgot to set the alarm last night," she said, visibly nervous.
He gave her a cold, hard stare. "The phones have been ringing all morning, customers can't get through and we're back-ordered up to our ears. There are at least three very important letters that should have gone out first thing this morning."
"I'm... I'm very sorry. It won't happen again," she said as she sat down, her steno pad on her lap, ready to take some dictation.
Harold sat on the edge of his desk. "Blanche, you're a good secretary."
"Thank you."
He looked at her and liked what he saw-the outline of her breasts beneath her blouse, a little bit of inner thigh showing and he had an idea.
"This is the third time this month that this has happened."
"I'll buy another alarm clock this evening."
"You know, I have to make excuses for you when you're late Blanche."
"I appreciate that."
"But it puts me in a difficult position."
"I can imagine."
"Can you?"
"I think so."
"I have to make all sorts of excuses for you and frankly, sometimes when I'm asked, if she's late all the time why do you keep her, I don't really have a good answer. It reflects on me. I have a family to support and you know how little patience some people in the organization have."
"I've heard stories."
"More than likely, they're true."
"It won't happen again, I promise."
Schlumberg sat down at his desk.
"Blanche, I hate to do this, believe me I do but I'm going to have to let you go."
"Oh no, you can't," she said, standing up and walking over so that she was standing alongside of him.
"Why can't I?"
"Because I need this job. Everybody's late once in a while."
"If you ever took the time to read it, company policy states that lateness, other than for medical emergencies, is grounds for instant dismissal when it occurs three times within one calendar month."
Blanche was very nervous. Good jobs were scarce. It was her own fault, she knew that and she also knew that there was always a way out.
"I'd do anything if you could overlook it, just this one time," she said.
"Oh really? What could you possible do for me?" Blanche walked over and locked the door. Then she stood in the middle of the room and slowly unbuttoned her blouse and draped it over the back of her chair which was in front of Schlumberg's desk.
Reaching around in back of her she unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms. She stood erect, her breasts jutting forward.
"How am I doing so far?" she asked.
"Are you trying to bribe me?"
"Yes."
"Keep talking Blanche."
She sat down in her chair. "Come over here, stand in front of me." Schlumberg took off his jacket and did that. Blanche ran her hands up and down the back of his legs and saw that the bulge between his legs was getting bigger.
"You do that very nicely."
"When was the last time you wife gave you a good blow job?"
"That's none of your business." In actuality, Schlumberg's wife had never given him a blow job, good or otherwise.
"Would you like one?"
"I always like a good one."
"Do we have a deal?"
The sharp intake of his breath was the answer she had wanted to hear.
Blanche had sucked cocks before and while she didn't exactly like it, she didn't find it particularly repulsive. She more or less looked at it as a change of pace.
Schlumberg reached down and rubbed her breasts, pinching her nipples, getting them hard, his eyes wide, his hands busy, trying to feel her as much as he could in a short time.
"Like that?" she asked.
"I always wondered what they felt like."
"Now you know."
Blanche undid his belt buckle and unsnapped his pants and let them fall to the floor along with his shorts. His cock sprang to life and she looked at it.
"I've never done this before he now admitted. "Will it be good?"
"It will be."
Blanche sat on the edge of her chair and reached out so she could caress his balls. Then she nuzzled her nose into his pubic hairs.
She stuck out her tongue as far as it could go so she could balance his balls and lick them at the same time. She stroked his cock up and down before she ran the flat of her tongue up and down the sensitive underside of his rod.
Schlumberg watched with growing excitement as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, making it glisten and shine from her saliva.
Then she opened her mouth and took him into her dark, warm cavern. Closing her eyes, she moved her head forwards, taking as much of his cock as she could, her hands still in his balls.
Schlumberg began to rock back and forth on his feet as she mouth fucked him, squeezing his thickness with her lips, trying to get him as excited as possible, trying to get a little pleasure for herself at the same time.
Her mouth was filled with his meat and she used her teeth to scrape the sides of his cock, trying to do anything and everything.
Schlumberg had never experienced anything like it in his life. Her sucking, her breathing which filled the office and her jiggling breasts excited him beyond his wildest dreams and imaginations.
For someone who didn't do it that often, Blanche was an excellent cocksucker. She twisted her head around and applied constant pressure to his balls, teasing and pleasing them at the same time.
"Oh, oh," he moaned.
Then he shot his load of come into her mouth. Blanche swallowed and sucked for more. Schlumber's balls emptied themselves into her sucking mouth and Blanche waited until she was sure he was empty before she finally leaned back, letting his shrinking prick fall out of her mouth. The taste of his jism was heavy in her mouth. She put on her bra and blouse as Schlumberg hitched up his pants and tucked in his shirt.
"Well?" she asked.
Schlumberg sat behind his desk and shuffled some papers around. "Very nice."
"Nice enough so that we might do it again?"
"Yes, but not right now, I'm wasted."
"Shit!" said Blanche.
"What's the matter?"
"I just realized something."
"What?"
"I didn't have any breakfast."
"Come will never hurt you," said Schlumberg as he put on his glasses.
"Can I go to the cafeteria? I'll only be five minutes. Pretty please?"
"Oh, all right."
"Thanks, I appreciate it."
"Not as much as I did."
By the time she got back, the taste of Schlumberg's cream was out of her mouth and she got down to work, mostly typing letters, answering the telephone, making appointments and by the end of the day when the whistle blew and everyone piled out of the mill, Blanche had to stay an hour later in order to catch up on some work that had to be done.
Alone in the office, she figured it was worth it. Sucking a cock every now and then made her appreciate how good it was to suck on a nice pussy.
Schlumberg wasn't all that bad of a guy and it didn't take him that long to come, so it wasn't really all that much of a big deal.
The only thing she had to worry about was the possibility that he would turn it into a weekly thing. As she typed her letter she decided that if he got too greedy she could always bring him up on sexual harassment charges or probably the mere threat of it would be enough to make him stop.
There was always his wife and she very quickly came to the conclusion that she had him where the hairs were short and that if he tried anything too cute she'd land on him like a ton of bricks.
Before she left, she made a telephone call."
Mind if I stop by?" No, I'm at work, I'm leaving now... Bye."
On the other end, Stephanie hung up and thought she heard something strange in Blanch's voice. Oh well, wasn't the first time.
CHAPTER FOUR
Stephanie more or less followed a routine. When she got home from work she took off her clothes and relaxed in a hot tub. A cocktail followed and then she kept whatever engagements she had.
There were several men in town that were after her and she was able to use them as a means to get a free dinner and a movie.
Her story was that she was recently divorced, which was not true and that she was not ready for a relationship, which was partially true.
No one had ever questioned her, she had never done anything in town that would cause people to gossip about her and she had every intention of keeping things that way.
She lived in a small cottage on the outskirts of town. The cottage was owned by an elderly couple who lived out of state. It was a good size and there was a backyard which Stephanie kept up. The grass was mowed regularly by one of the neighbourhood kids, but the thing that Stephanie liked most about it was that it was somewhat isolated.
She had neighbours of course but they were not breathing down her neck and there was enough greenery so that you couldn't see into the house from the road.
Wearing nothing but a housecoat, she padded barefoot around her living room waiting for Blanche, taking a sip every now and then out of a gin and collins.
Then she heard Blanche's car turn into her driveway and as always Blanche parked in the rear of the house even though there was plenty of room in the semi-attached garage.
Entering through the screened back door she immediately found herself in the kitchen and made herself a stiff vodka and tonic while Stephanie watched and waited, knowing that Blanche had something on her mind. They finally went into the living room. They sat down on facing chairs.
"You know Harold Schlumberg?" asked Blanche.
"Sure, he's your boss."
"I was late this morning."
"So?"
So Schlumberg threatened to fire me on the spot.
"Did you get out of it?"
Blanche took a long pull out of her drink.
"Oh, I got out of it all right." I gave him a blow job."
"Hmmmm."
"And he came, too."
"Well, you don't look any the worse for wear."
"I'm not. It's just that I don't like the idea of blowing that scum bag."
"So don't be late. Besides, it's not the first cock you've ever sucked."
"No, it wasn't and frankly, it probably won't be the last, but he isn't very high on my list of men I'd like to do that to."
Stephanie shrugged her shoulders. "It happens. I wouldn't worry about it too much if I were you. Besides, there might be a lot of good to come out of it.
"Like what?"
"Like make you appreciate me more for instance."
"You think I don't appreciate you now?"
"I didn't say that. I just like to be told every now and then."
"I thought I did," said Blanche.
Stephanie felt something stir inside of her. Maybe it was the fact that she felt Blanche was very vulnerable at that moment. Maybe it was because she was the type of person who didn't hesitate to take advantage of someone if it suited her needs.
"I think you need a little reinforcing," said Stephanie as she finished her drink and stood up.
Blanche watched her, now knowing what was coming.
"Such as?"
"Such as finish your drink and lie down on the floor," said Stephanie.
"Lie down?"
"You seem to be in a sucking mood today. Now do as you're told."
Blanche gulped down the rest of her drink, put it on a coffee table and lay down on the floor. There was a thick rug and it was quite comfortable. Then Stephanie squatted over her and pulled up her house dress, revealing her hairy cunt mound. She reached around behind her so she could give Blanche's breasts a little shaking that excited her.
"Now suck."
Blanche took her fingers and spread the folds of Stephanie's pussy apart, revealing her pinkish, inner flesh. Stephanie waited in anxious anticipation as Blanche kissed her inner thighs before she ran the tip of her tongue up and down the length of her slit.
Then she pressed her mouth against hers and stuck her tongue up into her hole as far as it would go and kept it there, poking and probing it around.
Stephanie pressed herself down, crunching her cunt hard against Blanche's face, making her open her mouth so she could take as much pussy as she could.
Rubbing her own breasts Stephanie began to get more and more excited. Blanche really knew how to suck whether it was a cock or a cunt and she liked it too and added a lot of little things that made it both interesting and exciting like nibbling as much as she could on Stephanie's fleshy cunt folds.
"Oh, oh," moaned Stephanie.
Blanche began to get excited herself and her tongue became more active in Stephanie's cunt. Stephanie raced towards an orgasm, enjoying the thrilling way she was able to dominate Blanche so easily.
"Don't stop," she gasped.
Then she came, cream flooding her cunt canal and rolling down into Blanche's eager, sucking mouth. she swallowed and sucked for more.
Stephanie didn't have the greatest orgasm in the world, but it was better than nothing and she looked at it as sort of an unexpected bonus.
Besides, it was a nice way to start off the evening. She spasmed once more and then she was finished. Cream was splattered all over Blanche's lips and cheeks and her breasts heaved up and down on her chest, her mouth full of the taste of her friend's juice.
Stephanie stood up and went into the kitchen with their empty glasses, making fresher but smaller drinks and by the time she got back into the living room Blanche was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette.
"I haven't done that for a long time," she said as she accepted the drink.
"What's that?"
"Suck on a cock and a pussy on the same day."
"You ought to try it more often. You might like it," suggested Stephanie.
"Don't give me any ideas."
"Have you anybody in mind? for the cock part of it?" asked Stephanie.
"You know as well as I do that there's more than enough cock in this town to go around."
"I've noticed."
"Ever been tempted?" asked Blanche knowing that Stephanie really didn't care for men sexually. She wanted to tease her, see if she could get a rise out of her.
"Oh, once upon a time I was."
"And did you?"
"Indulge myself?"
"I indulged him and if you don't mind I'd like to change the subject."
Blanche knew she had struck a sore spot, a very sensitive area of Stephanie's past but she was not the kind of person to exploit it.
Basically innocent in the respect and with regards to how anyone can be basically innocent, Blanche took what life gave her.
She was not a complainer and she did not have the intelligence or the desire to seek answers for which she had no questions. So she changed the subject.
"I'm happy with you and I think it would be a fun thing if we could get someone else to play with us," she said.
"Have you anyone in mind?" asked Stephanie as she went into her bedroom. Blanche followed her.
"Not really, but I could keep an ear and eye open, see what's out there.
Stephanie was in the process of getting dressed. She briefly immured herself in a large, walk-in closet from which she extracted a beige linen suit.
Going to her bureau she fished out suitable pantyhose and a matching blouse. There was a dressing table and after Stephanie had put on her skirt and blouse she proceeded to makeup her face using subtle shades and hues, brushing her hair which she took special pride in.
"I would have thought you already had that checked out," she said.
Blanche sat on the edge of the bed and watched, almost fascinated in a child-like way as Stephanie finished getting dressed.
"I did, but naturally I never acted on it."
"Smart move," said Stephanie as she slipped her feet into a pair of brown pumps.
"Going somewhere?"
"Yes, I'm taking you out to dinner."
"Any place special?"
"I'll think of something on the way. Let's go."
They had several choices. There were enough places in town where they could go and they could always find something within a twenty minute driving radius.
As a precautionary rule Stephanie did not like to patronize the same places with any degree of regularity. She often ate alone which she didn't particularly like only because it automatically drew the unwanted attention of single men who were on the make.
The other complication was that Blanche was the only person she was seeing so it really didn't do to constantly be seen in the company of a woman.
Not that it was all that uncommon. It wasn't. There were a lot of divorced people in town, but it was nevertheless one of those towns where if certain people got hold of a juicy item (or even if an item was perceived as juicy) it would spread like wildfire.
Stephanie liked it there. Basically the people were nice, she liked the countryside to which she had easy access and she made enough money so that she was able to live in relative comfort and still be able to pursue the kind of life she wanted.
She had a measure of peace and it was difficult if not impossible to put a price tag on that. As a result she did everything she could in order to protect that and no one would have argued with her.
They took Stephanie's car and every time Blanche rode in it she made a mental note to go down to the local dealer and make inquiries.
She forgot about it just as quickly and as they drove down the state highway, headlights stabbing into the darkness, Blanche began to remember.
She didn't know why she began to remember, not that it was important because it wasn't, but she remembered nevertheless.
She also wondered (briefly and without knowing why or really caring) why she was remembering, but remember she did and it wasn't all that nice.
Blanche didn't know it but it had been something that Stephanie had said. It was a phrase, a series of words that had triggered off a subconscious reaction that, as she looked dully at the black road and the trees that were illuminated by the headlights, suddenly, unexpectedly forced itself into her consciousness.
It was a narrow, twisting two lane road and Stephanie handled her little front wheel drive car well, exceeding the local speed limit by perhaps five miles and hour, driving with both hands on the wheel, instilling a confidence in Blanche that allowed her recollection of things past to float lazily to the surface.
Stephanie said nothing, concentrating on her driving, checking the illuminated green numbers on the dashboard every now and then, heading towards an Italian restaurant that was about twenty miles away.
She sensed that Blanche was in a reflective mood and left it at that. Blanche could be anyway she wanted to as long as she came across with the sexual goods when she had to.
Stephanie was not interested in her moods or her past history. it had nothing to do with her and she took no vicarious pleasure in details of her lover's past life.
Insofar as Blanche was concerned, it was an entirely different matter of course and she remembered in detail and although they were unpleasant, they were not painful.
CHAPTER FIVE
Right after Blanche had graduated from a mid-western college she had married her college sweetheart which was not an unnatural thing to do.
He was good-looking, seemed to have a good future and they were both relatively young. Through some connections he had he managed to get a partnership in an automobile dealership that sold Japanese cars, which probably explained Blanche's aversion to them.
Blanche got a part-time hob and between their two incomes they managed to live relatively well. The did all of the things that were expected of them.
They supported local charities, they gave dinner parties, they joined the local country club and Blanche's husband was a little league baseball coach.
Privately, they planned on having a family (one at first naturally, a second child after a year or two so the first one wouldn't get lonely) and for the most part they were a very typical couple.
Because the town in which they lived was so typical there was an inverse ration or proportion to various kinds of hanky-panky that was, for the common good, kept under very tight wraps.
Thee were the local rumour mongers of course, those kind of people can never be avoided but there was a tacit understanding that certain things like wife-swapping would be tolerated as long as it was kept within well defined bounds of discretion and didn't wind up hurting anybody professionally.
So, for all intents and purposes, Blanche and her ex-husband whose name was Willard, were an ideal couple. They had ideal jobs, an ideal marriage (both were physically attractive) and an ideal future and they were the envy of many people in the town because of that.
Even though they both made enough money to be able to live well (their house was small but had all the modern furnishings including a large screen television, washer/dryer, attached garage, microwave oven, everything spanking brand new) and they projected favourable images (both of them were well dressed at all times although Blanche was not the kind of person to go to the beauty parlour once a week). They also drove new cars which Willard was able to get through his dealership, but there was something radically wrong with their relationship.
As Stephanie drove down the road, Blanche remembered and it was not entirely against her will either. It or rather the evens had happened fairly recently but at the same by virtue of her relationship with Stephanie and all of the emotional implications it had, Willard and the life they had together seemed like ancient history.
"Something on you mind?" asked Stephanie.
"No, not really. Just thinking about dinner. Got a place in mind?"
"Mario's. We've been there before. You liked it, didn't you?" asked Stephanie.
"I did."
"We'll be there soon," said Stephanie, taking her eyes off the road long enough to give Blanche a quick glance, not really sure of what she was seeing, not really caring, thinking primarily of the dinner she was going to have, considering her other options.
Blanche stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray and reverted immediately to her memories. It wasn't something that she did against her will, it was simply something that happened.
And here is what Blanche remembered.
CHAPTER SIX
Blanche and Willard lived in a town where very few people locked their doors at night. The crime rate was very low and life was quiet and good. Willard made enough money so that they were able to live in a modest but nice little house and drive good cars.
They had always had what Blanche had considered to be a good sex life. Willard was not particularly inventive but he did manage to fuck Blanche on a regular basis and make her come on a regular basis. Blanche had no complaints in that department.
She trusted Willard. Once a week he played poker with the boys, but he never came home drunk and he never lost or won large amounts of money.
Blanche thought it was a natural enough thing to do and she had her circle of girl friends that got together on a regular basis as well and Willard never complained when she would spend an evening at someone's house.
There was never a question of infidelity between them. Blanche knew that Willard had a healthy sexual drive and that he looked at other women.
She thought that there was nothing wrong with this and she in turn looked at other men but it never went farther than that.
They both treated each other with respect and Blanche thought she had an ideal marriage. It was somewhat dull but nevertheless satisfying and every now and then they would talk about the possibility of having children. Willard wanted to wait until he was more established in his business and Blanche thought that was perfectly reasonable.
For all intents and purposes Blanche was happy. At times she was bored but that was only to be expected and she never complained about it.
Then one night something happened that changed her life dramatically and as she and Stephanie drove down the dark highway, it all came back to her.
It was summer and Willard's business was doing well. Blanche had gotten a part-time teaching job at a local high school and between the two of them they were finally beginning to put a little money in the bank each week.
The summer was warm, but not hot and Willard had been mowing the grass in the backyard while Blanche dusted and vacuumed their house. Willard had been drinking beer all afternoon but Blanche didn't think anything about it because it was warm and Willard was working hard. Blanche wore a halter top and shorts and nothing else and around four o'clock Willard came in from outside, bare chested, hot and sweaty. He had a good body, strong and muscular even though he didn't life weights or go to a gym, he was just built like that.
"All finished honey?" asked Blanche as she put down the glass of iced tea she was drinking in the bedroom where she was relaxing.
"Lawn's mowed. We've got some crab grass though. I'll get to it tomorrow." His eyes lingered on her chest, her breasts and nipples visible beneath her halter. "There's another bit of business I've got to take care of though," he said as he sat down on the edge of the double bed.
"What's that?"
He reached out so he could feel her breasts, toying with her nipples, rubbing them. "Why don't you take that off?" he asked.
"We're going to eat soon."
"We can eat later."
"All right."
Willard looked at her naked breasts. "Yeah, you've a real fine pair."
He started to rub them and leaned against her so he could suck on one of her nipples while he put a hand between her legs, feeling her cunt mount.
He sucked on her nipples, getting Blanche hot and when he finished sucking he stood up and stripped, his prick instantly erect, standing straight out, long and thick.
"I've been thinking all afternoon how nice it would be to have you suck on me," he said leeringly.
"Have you?"
"Yeah and how you're going to do it."
"Get me hot first."
"With pleasure."
Willard sat down on the edge of the bed as Blanche spread her legs apart so Willard could rub her cunt. He spread her cunt lips apart, revealing her inner flesh and ran the tip of his middle finger up and down the length of her pleasure swollen slit.
Then he scratched at her love button with a fingernail making it erect. Blanche began to pant, her breasts heaving up and down on her chest.
"You're making me so hot," she gasped.
"That's just the way I like you."
Willard took two fingers and slid them up into her cunt hole and finger fucked her, giving her a good reaming out, smiling as she began to move her pelvis around.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," she panted, her eyes closed, her mouth open.
Willard jabbed her cunt with his fingers until Blanche finally came, her body spasming and jerking, cream sopping his fingers. The he pulled them out of her and straddled her, his crotch inches from her face.
"Now give me a good sucking."
"Yes, yes."
Blanche stuck out her tongue as far as it would go so she could lick his hairy balls over while she skimmed her fingertips up and down the length of his prick.
Then she ran the flat of her tongue up and down the sensitive underside of his cock before she got to the head. Her hands were on his balls, thrilling as she felt them tighten up inside their protective sack.
She swirled her tongue all over the head of his prick, making it glisten and shine from her saliva before she slipped it into her warm, wet cavern.
She moved her head upwards, taking as much of his cock as she could before she began to give him a good sucking, using her teeth to scrape the sides of his cock, making it as thrilling and as exciting for him as she could.
Willard watched as she worked on him, reaching around in back to play with one of her breasts, gently pinching the already erected nipple.
He decided not to come in her mouth. He had a better idea. Even though there was a nice breeze that came through the open bedroom window, he was sweating out the beer he had drunk that afternoon.
He pulled his prick out of her mouth. "Get on your hands and knees. We'll do it doggy style."
"Any style," panted Blanche. "Let's just do it."
She got on her hands and knees, her breasts pointing down, swaying from side to side. Willard took his cock in one of his hands and ran the head slowly up and down her hairy cunt slit which was set from the cream that had already lubricated it. "Don't make me wait. I'm so hot."
"Relief is on the way honey."
He found the entrance to her pussy and slid his cock up into her, not stopping until his pubic hairs were grinding against her rounded buttocks.
He pulled his prick out until only the head was inside of her, getting off in a weird way by teasing her. Then he slammed forward, stabbing into her.
"Oh, oh," she gasped.
He held her where her hips met her waist, his fingers grasping her in a strong grip. Willard started out hard and fast and kept it that way, his ass rocking back and forth as he fucked her.
Blanche's head hung down, all of her senses being assaulted by his cock and the way it was making her feel. she loved to fuck and come and when Willard went at it like the way he was, it brought out the animal in her.
His balls bounced off of her buttocks as his thick cock speared her cunt. She could feel the pleasure-swelled head part of the walls of her pussy as he banged against the inner-most recesses of her cunt.
Willard grunted every time his prick entered her and that added to Blanche's excitement and pleasure. Her mouth was wide open, sucking in air as fast as she could to her staring lungs, her whole body shaking every time her husband entered her.
"It's soooo good," she gasped.
"It'll get better honey."
It was hot and Willard liked that. It excited him and made him fuck her even harder and faster. he knew that because of all the beer he had drunk He wasn't going to come right away.
Blanche rested her forehead on the pale blue sheet that covered the bed, sticking her ass up into the air as much as she could, wanting to have all of his hard meat.
Willard fucked her well, taking his time even though he was going at it hard and fast. Nevertheless he was pacing himself like a long distance runner.
Besides, his wife's pussy was too good to rush. It was tight and Blanche really got into fucking, she really liked it and made it a very exciting thing to do so Willard was in no hurry.
He took one of his hands off of her hip so he could reach around and massage her love button, adding another, exciting dimension to her pleasure.
It was enough to get Blanche off.
"AAAARRRGGHHHHH!"
Blanche came, her cunt exploding into a thousand pieces, hot cream flooding her canal, adding lubrication so that Willard's cock would go in and out of her easier.
Her cunt hairs were sopped and her cunt lips swelled with pleasure. She felt like she was stepping outside of herself as she had another orgasm. She drifted upwards, into a place where no men ever go no matter what women tell them.
Milky white cream seeped out from between her cunt lips, soaking Willard's pubic hairs as he continued to hammer away at her, keeping up a steady, strong pace that was making Blanche fight for her breath.
Her gasps filled the room as Willard's pelvis bounced off of her rounded buttocks, his fingers holding onto her tightly.
"Oh, oh, oh," she gasped.
In spite of all the cream that filled it Blanche's pussy was still tight and she thrilled every time she felt the head of Willard's cock part the walls of her cunt and go into her.
"I'm soooo hot," she panted.
"That's the way I like you."
"Fuck me harder, give it to me."
"Yes ma'am."
Willard smiled and pulled Blanche back as he drove his meat in and out of her, enabling him to go a little deeper into her cunt.
Blanche responded by swinging her ass from side to side so that the head of his rod hit new and different places inside her cunt.
"Yes, yes, fuck me like that," she panted.
"Any way you want it, baby."
Blanche was racing towards another orgasm and her whole body was tight as she anxiously awaited the relief that she knew was moments away.
So intent was she on coming that she never heard the front door open and close, never heard the heavy footsteps approach the bedroom.
She did hear the knock on the open bedroom door and the male voile that asked, "Anybody home?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was Dave, one of Willard's poker playing buddies, a guy in his early thirties, not bad looking, but beginning to get a beer belly.
"Come on in," said Willard.
"I don't want to interrupt anything."
"Shit, I'm just giving the wife a little workout, that's all, said Willard, as he continued to fuck Blanche hard and fast.
Blanche didn't know what to do or think. She had met Dave a couple of times before and neither liked nor disliked him.
"Listen, why don't you join us?" suggest Willard.
Dave went around to the side of the bed. "Can't say I'd mind" he said.
"I know we won't mind. Go ahead, take off your clothes," said Willard.
Dave stripped and immediately got an erection. "She sure is a good-looking woman," he said.
"Give her titties a shaking, she likes that," said Willard.
"I don't know if I want to," said Blanche.
"Sure you do, honey. There's always room for one more cock, that's what I always say."
Dave reached down and rubbed Blanche's breasts before he ran his hands up and down her hard, flat stomach. Willard's cock continued to get buried inside her cunt.
"Lay down, Dave, don't be shy."
"Willard please," said Blanche.
"Give his a nice blow-job, suck him nice, make my pal feel good."
"I'm, I'm not sure," said Blanche who was getting hotter just thinking about it. "You will be. Lick his head. I wanna watch while you suck him real good."
Several things were happening at once. First of all, Blanche had entertained the idea of getting fucked by two men at the same time on numerous occasions before.
She had never actively done anything about it because her marriage to Willard was basically a good one and she didn't want to do anything to louse it up.
Also, she never had the opportunity to get double-fucked so her perspective was one of fantasy. Now that it was happening in reality she had to do a lot of thinking which was impossible under the circumstances.
The second thing that was happening was that Willard, who she always thought of as and related to as a relatively conservative, straight guy, had suddenly done something totally unexpected.
There was no way that Blanche could come and think at the same time so she did the only sensible thing.
She came.
Holding Dave's cock by its base while Willard kept on methodically. fucking her, going like he would never stop, Blanche slowly licked the head of his rod, using the flat of her tongue.
"Yeah, that's the way," encouraged Willard.
She kissed it a couple of times before she opened her mouth and started to suck on him. Dave laid down and tried to relax.
Even though he had only met Blanche a few times, he had naturally imagined what it would be like to fuck her but it had never gone any further than that.
Now he was in the position of having her suck on his cock while Willard fucked her doggy-style and even if he wanted to think he couldn't.
The closer Blanche got to her orgasm, the more of Dave's cock she took into her mouth. Now she was gobbling him up as much as she could, fondling his balls, teasing and pleasing him at the same time as her body began to tense.
She breathed through flared nostrils and she bobbed her head up and down along the length of his prick, taking as much of his rod as she could into her mouth.
Blanche had made a decision which was to enjoy her double-fucking as much as she could while it lasted and figure out afterward whatever consequences there might be.
"Yeah, get him," encouraged Willard as his balls banged against her ass.
Blanche twisted her head around, wondering if Dave was going to come in her mouth. She secretly hoped that he would because it would be the one thing that would make the whole scene complete.
"Ummmmm," she mumbled.
"This is really good," said Dave as he started to mouth fuck her.
Blanche felt the smooth head of his prick rub up against the ridges of the roof of her mouth as he sank his rod into her willing, sucking mouth while Willard pumped his cock in and out of her tight pussy.
Her nostrils flared as she fought for her breath and her hands went to Dave's balls as she tried to milk them of their precious fluid.
Then she came and thick cream flooded her cunt canal and lubricated it. Soon, drops of it began to seep out from between her cunt lips and trickle down her inner thighs; leaving a snail-like trail behind.
She twisted her mouth all around and used her teeth to scrape Dave's dick as he gave her as much of it as she could possibly take.
He felt his balls begin to stir inside of their protective sack and he knew he was going to come. When he picked up his pace Blanche knew he was going to come too and it excited her even more.
"Aarrrgghhhh," yelled Willard as he shot a load of burning jism up into the depths of her pussy, stabbing her as hard and as fast as he could.
He salvoed once more into her before he was finally finished and began to slow down. He was breathing had and sweat ran down his chest and back.
It was enough to extend Blanche's orgasm and their juices mixed together inside her hot cunt. Dave let loose and relaxed and when he did that he came in her mouth.
Blanche felt his thick jism shoot into her and roll over and under her tongue before she swallowed it and sucked for more.
Willard pulled his shrinking prick out of her pussy and stood up on shaky legs and watched as Dave shot another load of cream into Blanche's mouth.
"I'm gonna get a beer. You might as well help yourself to the rest old buddy," he said.
"Don't mind if I do."
Blanche lifted her head up, her mouth heavy with the taste of Dave's cream, her cunt tingling. "Oh, oh," she moaned.
"Roll over honey, let me get a taste of that good-looking pussy of yours," said Dave.
Blanche lay down on her back and lifted her legs high in the air. Dave got on top of her and immediately found the entrance of her sex and started to bury his cock inside of her.
"Damn, still tight as a glove."
"Oh, it feels sooooo good," panted Blanche as she began to caress his sides and cover his neck with kisses. "Fuck me good baby."
"I intend to."
Dave wasted no time at all. He started out fast and hard, banging his pelvis against Blanche's, giving her all he had.
Blanche thrashed around as she hurtled toward another climax. She threw her cunt up so she could meet his incoming cock.
"Harder," she gasped.
Dave put on a burst of speed and it was enough to make her come. He felt his balls begin to tighten up inside their sack and a couple of minutes later he salvoed into her tight pussy.
He continued to fuck her until his cock was virtually useless. She hung on to him, unwilling to let him go, her whole body bathed in the pleasure which their cocks had given it.
She kissed him and their tongues dueled while she ran her fingers through his hair, her nipples pressing against his chest.
Then Dave pulled his prick out of her cunt and released a lot of bottled up come which dribbled out and formed a stain on the bed.
He lay on his back and tried to catch his breath while Blanche fondled his limp prick and balls which were hanging loose in their sack.
Dave gave her breasts a good shaking and rubbed her pussy a little before he stood up and looked down at her body and wondered it he should fuck her again. He thought better of it and started to walk out of the room, looking over his shoulder.
"Wow," he said softly.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Well?" asked Willard. He was sitting at the kitchen table drinking from a bottle of beer.
"She's pretty hot."
"Have fun?"
"I could fuck that ten times a day."
"I imagine you would, too."
Dave chuckled.
What's so funny?" asked Willard as he got up and handed his pal a beer.
"I came over here to see if you had that hundred dollars you owe me from the poker game last week and I wind up fucking your wife."
"Uh, I'm a little short of cash now. do you think you could wait about a week?" asked Willard.
"I can do better than that. Let's forget about the money, call it square, okay?"
"You sure?"
"Yup."
"Then it's fine with me."
"Tell me something."
"If I can."
"What's it like to live with a hot woman like that?" asked Dave, who was single.
"Well, sometimes I come home and she's stark naked, just waiting for me. She drops my pants and gives me a good blow-job."
"Wow!"
"Let's me fuck her any time I want, morning, noon or night and she can go for hours."
"Longer than you I'll bet."
"Dave, she could put us both in our graves if she really wanted to."
"Hell of a way to go."
"Yes, I imagine it would be."
Blanche heard them talking but couldn't make out individual words. Pleasure echoed throughout her body and for a couple of minutes she considered getting fucked again but decided against it. She went into the kitchen.
"Well, well, here she is," said Willard as he put his hand on her naked hip and slid it down so he could rub her rounded buttocks.
"Any more beer left?" asked Blanche.
"Dave?"
"Sure, I'll get it."
He got another bottle out of the refrigerator and handed it to her. Blanche swigged and when Dave stood close to her Blanche wondered what he was going to do. The two men exchanged glances and Willard began to rub Blanche's cunt as he felt his cock start to get hard again.
"Didn't you boys get enough?" asked Blanche.
"Baby when it's that good, there's never such a thing as enough," answered Willard.
"You can say that again," said Dave.
Blanche got one of Willard's cigarettes and lit it. She walked aimlessly around the kitchen, stopping once to look out of the window. The backyard looked nice after Willard had cut it and she was proud of her house but there was something that was beginning to nag at her. she tried to put her finger on it, but couldn't.
"Damn," said Willard. "I do believe it's almost dinner time. Want to stay and have something to eat, Dave?"
"If you have enough."
Willard patted Blanche's buttocks a couple of times. "Dave, old buddy, there's always enough." Then to Blanche he said, "Honey, how'd you like to be the appetizer, main course and dessert all in one.
Blanche put out her cigarette and put down her beer. "I've gone this far. A little more wouldn't hurt. Or would it?" she asked cryptically.
CHAPTER NINE
Willard took the few things that were on the kitchen table and placed them on the side-board near the sink. Then he led Blanche over to the table.
"Now you just lie down, make yourself comfortable honey," he said.
Blanche lay on the table, her buttocks almost on the edge, her legs hanging down at the knees. Willard got a chair and placed it in front of her.
"Dinner is served," he said.
Dave sat down. "Sure glad I brought my appetite with me," he said.
"Honey, why don't you spread your legs, we've got a growing boy on our hands, he's got to get his vitamins so he can grow up to be big and strong."
Blanche spread her legs far apart and lifted them up into the air, "Well?" asked Willard.
"Looks delicious," said Dave as he pulled his chair in closer to her.
"Well, dig right in boy, don't let your dinner get cold on you."
Dave spread Blanche's cunt lips apart and ran his tongue up and down her slit as she draped her thighs across his shoulders.
"How's it taste?" asked Willard.
"Mmmmm, great," mumbled Dave.
"Then go to it."
Dave stuck his tongue as far up into Blanche's cunt as he could and kept it there, poking and probing it all around, his mouth filled with her cunt mound, his teeth grating against her cunt lips.
Willard took one last swig of his beer and rubbed one of Blanche's breasts while he sucked on her other nipple, not stopping until it got thumb hard.
The table was old and heavy, made out of oak with thick, sturdy legs and it didn't even move a little bit when Blanche began to move her pelvis around as she responded to Dave's licking, poking tongue.
"How's that feel, baby?" asked Willard.
"He's making me soooo hot," she panted.
"Keep it up, Dave."
Dave mashed his mouth harder against Blanche's cunt as Willard took her head and moved it to one side so he could slip his erected cock into her mouth.
Blanche thrashed around when she came. At the same time Willard gave her a hard, fast, mouth-fucking, rubbing her breasts.
Dave swallowed and sucked for more, his cheeks smeared and shiny from her whey, Blanche's cunt hairs sopped from where she overflowed, her entire body alive with pleasure and excitement.
Here, let me finish her off," said Willard as he took his cock out of her mouth.
Dave licked his lips as he stood up and pushed his chair back so that Willard could take his place between Blanche's legs.
"Just the way I like my pussy, good and hot," said Willard as he slipped the head of his cock into her hole, sliding it up her canal.
Blanche wrapped her legs around his waist as he stabbed her hard and fast, banging into her, his balls already riding high and tight.
Dave kissed her and gave her a good taste of herself which added to her excitement. Her breasts heaved up and down on her chest as she sucked on his tongue and felt the head of Willard's cock spread her cunt walls apart as he thrust himself in and out of her.
"AAAAWGGGHHHHH," she cried as she came.
Willard's balls bounced off of her and went numb just before he spat a hot stream of jism up into her, extending her orgasm.
He gave her one more load before his balls were hanging loose and empty inside their sack. He put on the brakes and pulled his cock out of her.
They both sat down, breathing hard, their limp cocks between their legs. Blanche got off the table and slouched in a chair, her eyes glazed with pleasure and satisfaction, her entire body glowing with sexual fulfillment.
"I've had it," admitted Willard.
"So have I. Haven't gotten laid like that in a long time," admitted Dave.
"We'll both remember it and so will she."
"I'm going to take a bath-alone," announced Blanche as she got up and left the kitchen.
It didn't take too much time for the tub to fill with water and once Blanche was laying in it, soaking her body she tried to shut off her mind.
Eddies of pleasure still lingered in her body, making her shiver every now and then. She closed her eyes, water up to her chin, breasts bobbing.
But then she started to think. She didn't want to, she really wanted to try and come down as slowly as she could from the sexual heights that the two pricks had driven her up to.
But she couldn't help it. It crept into her mind like a worm eating its way into an apple and after a while she had come to a conclusion and decision.
They were both unpleasant in a way but she knew she had no other alternative and after that she started to relax again. She had stopped thinking.
Dave had put on his clothes and was half way through a second beer. Willard had also gotten dressed and they were sitting on the front porch.
"Do me a favour," said Willard.
"If I can."
"Keep this to yourself will you?"
"You mean what happened?"
"Yeah."
"You can count on me."
"I don't want to let the whole world know."
"If it did, the whole world would be lined up outside your bedroom door."
"Yeah, well in any case, just keep your mouth shut," said Willard.
"I will. Listen, there was something I was thinking about," said Dave.
"What's that?"
"Well, I forgot about the hundred dollars you owe me, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did."
"And I'm not going to tell every guy in town how your wife sucked me off and let me fuck her seven ways to Sunday. I mean that wouldn't sound too good, now would it?" asked Dave.
"No, it wouldn't," agreed Willard.
"Now maybe there's a favour you can do me."
"Maybe there is."
"I've been thinking about getting a new car. Maybe you could get me a good deal."
"You mean low financing. Sure, I can do that very easily," said Willard.
"How about something below dealer cost?"
"Hmmm, that might be a little harder. What model were you thinking of?"
"Something top of the line, all options. I could even give you something down on it, not much but something anyway," said Dave.
"I'll do the best I can," said Willard knowing that such a deal would be very hard for him to swing.
"Want me to drop by next week?"
"Tell you what, why don't you give me some time so I can work on it?"
"How much time?"
"Couple of weeks."
"Sounds fair enough."
"One more thing."
"What's that?"
"See if you can't do something about that clunker you're driving, I mean get it washed, maybe take some of the rust spots out."
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Because when you drive it in and I try and get you a god deal on a trade-in, it'll be easier if you don't come wheeling up in something that isn't even good for parts," said Willard.
"I hate to spend the money."
"It won't cost you that much, you're not doing any engine work," said Willard.
"Well, if you think it's best."
"I do."
Blanche came out onto the porch. "We're going to be eating soon. I'm sorry Dave but there really isn't enough to go around."
Dave gulped down the rest of the beer. "I'll see you later," he said.
When they were in the kitchen eating, Willard said, "That was no way to speak to Dave, honey."
"Sorry, it won't happen again."
"Listen maybe after dinner we could uh... "
"Willard if you want to come in my mouth why don't you just say so."
"I thought I'd surprise you."
"Willard, there's nothing you can ever do that would ever surprise me and as for coming in my mouth or any other place for that matter, why don't we talk about it later, if that's all right with you."
There was a tone in her voice that made Willard back off. "Sure honey, whatever you say. Would you like to go to a movie?"
"What's playing?"
"I don't know."
"Well, I'm sure we can find something we'd both like. Yes, why don't we do that?"
"Great."
They did that and when they got home, Willard came in her mouth and he thought that everything was fine.
Three days later he went to work one morning. When he got home, there was a note scotch-taped to the refrigerator door.
It read: Dear Shithead, I've left you and am filing for divorce. You'll never see me again. Go fuck yourself. Blanche.
CHAPTER TEN
That was the last time she ever saw Willard except briefly in court where she was granted an uncontested divorce. Threatening to expose Willard's sexual habits to the whole town made him very cooperative.
She had left town and moved far away. Then, she met Stephanie and her life had changed for the better and she was relatively happy. This was the first time she had given Willard any though at all. It had taken her about three months before she could get herself to go to bed with another man, but eventually she did and she liked it.
By that time she was seeing Stephanie on a more or less steady basis, so her one night stand with the guy (who did not live in the same town as she did) was something like an experiment for her.
She was perfectly satisfied with Stephanie and she also got a cock every now and then just to keep things interesting and as far as Blanche was concerned, it was an ideal situation for her.
"The next side road you see, pull off," said Blanche.
There were many side roads, most of them dirt. They led to old logging camps, to private houses that had been constructed by the many lakes which proliferated the area or they simply led to nowhere, just stopped abruptly which usually meant that you had to back out as there was no room to turn around.
"Whatever you say," said Stephanie as she eased her foot off the gas pedal.
About a mile down the road she saw something that looked promising. Many of the land owners didn't like people using their roads and if they were home and saw or heard you they would come out and make you move or they would call the local police and that could lead to problems that nobody really wanted.
Stephanie knew this particular road though. Years ago there was an old logging camp about five miles into the thick woods.
It was no longer in use but there were a lot of places where you could turn around and get out in a hurry if you had to in an emergency.
Naturally Stephanie was not the only person to take advantage of this road and it was a popular hideout for kids who liked to drink beer and make out.
However, since the local police were also not in ignorance concerning this road and since they were also really cracking down hard on drunken driving most of the kids had gone elsewhere.
As a result it was more or less deserted and because of that it was a little spooky. The night was black as hell and the forest was thick.
Anything could be out there and you'd never even see or hear it. Of course there were deer and bears and smaller animals, but for the most part they wouldn't hurt you or bother you.
Even though she didn't say anything to Blanche, it was the two legged variety of animal that bothered Stephanie, some freak or lunatic.
It didn't happen that often, but it was not an altogether uncommon thing and because of that Stephanie didn't go too far down the road.
She saw a place and managed to turn around so that the nose of the car was pointing towards the main road. She turned off the lights and shut off the engine.
"Okay, we're here," she said.
It was very quiet and just about the only thing you could hear was the rustling of the tree tops. It was also pleasantly cool.
"Sorry if I haven't been such good company," said Blanche sadly.
"You've been fine. The trip down memory lane a little bumpy?"
"In spots."
"They usually are."
Blanche reached over and put one of her hands between Stephanie's legs, thrilling as she felt the smooth warm skin of her inner thighs.
But there was a lot in the way. There was the gear shift, various toggle switches, an open ashtray, and the bucket seats were not meant for what Blanche had in mind.
"Oh, now I get it," said Stephanie.
"I was thinking about one thing and naturally I got to thinking about something else."
"There's an easier way."
"Show me."
Stephanie got out of the car and opened the trunk from which she retrieved a blanket. she folded it up several times and after she looked around for a few minutes, she saw a spot where the ground was fairly level and free of stones and tree roots. She laid the blanket down not too far from where the car was.
"Now, what did you have in mind exactly?" she asked as Blanche stood by her side.
Blanche lay down and made herself comfortable. "I thought I'd show you how much I appreciate you," she said.
"How nice of you."
"Unless you'd rather not."
"Oh, I love screwing in the woods, it's very natural," said Stephanie.
"Why don't you sit on my face?"
"Love to."
Stephanie quickly took off her panties and hitched up her skirt so that it was bunched around her waist. Then she squatted over Blanche's face.
"Better?" she asked.
"It will be soon."
"You've got that right."
Blanche didn't bother to conceal her desire. She covered Stephanie's inner thighs with wet, tongue kisses, slowly moving towards her cunt.
Stephanie was capable of getting very excited very quickly, especially when she was in the mood to get her cunt sucked on.
Blanche spread her lips apart and licked her slit before she mashed her lips against hers, thrusting her tongue as far as it would go up into her hole and keeping it there, poking and probing around.
Stephanie leaned over and rubbed her breasts, adding another dimension to her pleasure, knowing that they were not going to be there for a long time, wanting to get as much out of it as she could in the shortest possible amount of time.
She started to pant when Blanche massaged her love button with the tip of her tongue, swirling it all around, making the ultra-sensitive little nubbin of cunt flesh erect and beam out pleasure and excitement to every part of her yearning body.
"Oh, oh," she panted.
Then Blanche started to eat her in earnest, taking as much of her fleshy, soft, hairy cunt mound into her open mouth as she could.
Stephanie ground herself down on her, wanting to come. Blanche began to get excited herself and knew that she was going to come, too.
She moved her pelvis around and held on tightly to Stephanie's buttocks as she continued to move her tongue all around inside of her.
Stephanie felt the tension begin to move down from her throat towards her cunt and she breathed through an open mouth, panting heavily.
Then she came, unexpectedly, but with much gratification, cream filling her canal, rolling down so that Blanche could lap and swallow and suck for more.
Blanche came too and gently bit Stephanie's pleasure swollen cunt mound, her lips and cheeks smeared with hot, thick juice.
Then Stephanie, knowing the area was regularly checked by the state police stood up and put on her panties and smoothed down her skirt, still breathing hard.
Blanche looked up at her and she seemed larger than she actually was, probably because of the darkness and it was both exciting and scary at the same time.
Getting up, Blanche kissed Stephanie and their tongues dueled for a couple of minutes as if they were cementing their relationship.
After she had put the blanket back in the trunk of the car and they were leaning against the left fender smoking cigarettes, Blanche finally calmed down even though she could feel a delicious wetness between her legs and she wondered if she had overflowed.
"Satisfied?" asked Stephanie.
"If you are."
"Don't cop out. Give me an honest answer."
"Yes, I'm satisfied. Are you?"
"I had a lovely orgasm. We must take some more of these little nature trips."
"I think it would be fun."
"Maybe by a lake."
"Super," agreed Blanche.
"In another week it ought to be warm enough," said Stephanie, thinking ahead.
"I can't wait."
"Back hurt?"
"No, the ground was soft as a matter of fact."
Stephanie ground out her cigarette as did Blanche. Then they got into the car and in a couple of minutes were heading back down the highway.
By the time they got to the restaurant it was full and they had to wait for about twenty minutes before they were able to get a table.
They had a couple of drinks by the bar and were not unaware of the guys who were looking at them and they also knew what they were thinking.
By the time they got to their table and were looking at the menu both of them were very hungry and they had trouble in deciding what they wanted. Everything looked good but by the time the waiter came to take their order they had already made up their minds.
"We'll share an antipasto and I'll have the baked ravioli," said Blanche. "Oh, bring us a small carafe of red wine, too."
The waiter scribbled on his pad.
Stephanie almost said I'll have pussy on a plate but instead she said, "Shrimp fra diavalo."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
As Stephanie had predicted about a week later it got much warmer and as there were a lot of lakes in the region people got out their boats and eagerly took to the water.
The town had a municipal beach that opened up and it seemed that everyone who could was heading for the lakes whenever they could.
One fortunate thing was that because there were so many different lakes it was possible to get a little privacy if that was what you were looking for.
Realizing the value of this, Stephanie made a point of thoroughly scouting the area and she did not have any difficulty in finding some excellent locations.
Of course they were about an hour's drive from where she and Blanche lived, but that didn't matter. What counted was the fact that they could be alone and that there would be no chance they would be disturbed.
Blanche didn't have any more trouble with her boss, Harold Schlumberg and she considered the time when she had to suck his cock to be a one time deal.
Stephanie was getting pretty bored at work. She had a good boss who was happily married and was very business-like and professional and who never came onto her in any way or form at all.
Both women were bored and they were looking forward to a little excitement not to mention the fact that they both liked to swim and they also appreciated the (for the most part) pristine scenery that could be found near the lakes.
So they made a date for a Saturday. As usual they would take Stephanie's car and Blanche was supposed to be ready at ten in the morning.
It was a beautiful day with temperatures expected to be in the mid to high eighties and exactly on the stroke of ten Stephanie beeped her horn a couple of times. Blanche waved and a couple of minutes later was sitting next to Stephanie as they headed out of town.
"Bring everything?" asked Stephanie.
"Yup."
"Good."
Blanche was responsible for their lunch and she had packed some food and a couple of bottles of wine into a large canvas tote bag.
Both women wore their bathing suits under their clothes. they were dressed identically in levis, sneakers and short-sleeved shirts.
Stephanie turned on the air-conditioning and as soon as they got out of town, she got up to sixty miles and hour and stayed there.
"Got any special place in mind?" asked Blanche.
"Yes. I know you'll love it, too."
"Private?"
"Very."
"You sure?"
"As sure as I can be."
"How far is it from here?"
"We should be there in about an hour, maybe a little more," answered Stephanie.
"Great. I'm in the mood for a swim."
"In the mood for anything else?"
"Always."
They rode in silence for the rest of the way. Stephanie turned down a side, dirt road which was very narrow and in places almost overgrown with scrub brush.
She had to go very slow because there were rocks and small logs and Blanche was afraid that they were going to get stuck but they didn't.
Eventually she stopped. There was no one around, no signs of habitation, not even hunter's cabins which were usually erected in out of the way places like this.
They walked down a barely discernable path for about ten minutes before they came to the lake. It was small and technically it was probably a pond. It was deathly quiet and still.
It was not quite noon but even so it was hot. There was a place near the shore where the bushes thinned out and it was there that Blanche put down her canvas tote bag.
Then she took some cord and tied one end to a rock and the other end to the necks of the wine bottles which she gently put into the water.
"This is great," she said as she looked around. "How did you ever find it?"
"By accident. I was exploring one day and just came upon it. Don't worry, I've checked it out. Nobody ever comes here," said Stephanie.
"That's good."
Stephanie kicked off her sneakers and stuck her big toe into the water.
"How is it?" asked Blanche.
"Great."
Stephanie took off all of her clothes, putting them on the blanket she had brought from her car. Naked, she waded into the water and then began to swim out a bit, eventually floating on her back.
"Coming in?" she called.
"Right away."
Blanche stripped and swam out to where Stephanie was, her breasts bobbing in the water. It was really great, the sun was hot and the water cool and there probably wasn't another person around for ten miles. they played around for a while and then Stephanie headed for the shore, stopping when the water was up to her waist.
Blanche joined her and they looked at each other and didn't have to say a word. They embraced, wrapping their arms around each other.
Sucking on each other's tongues, they thrilled as they felt their breasts press against one another and they tried to meld their groins into each other.
Stephanie ran her hands up and down Blanche's back as they kissed, playing with her titties before they broke the embrace and headed for the small beach.
"Hungry?" asked Blanche?"
"Yes, but the food can wait."
"I was hoping you'd say that."
They sprawled out so they could eat each other at the same time. Stephanie hungrily nuzzled her nose into Blanche's pubic hairs as Blanche did the same thing to her.
Then Stephanie thrust her tongue up into Blanche's cunt and kept it there, making sure it was active, getting more and more excited as she filled her mouth with her cunt.
As Blanche worked on her love button with the tip of her tongue, Stephanie began to pant and move her pelvis around, grinding it into Blanche's face, racing towards a climax.
They held each other tightly, lake water running down their bodies, hot sun warming and drying them as they sucked on each other's pussies.
Then Stephanie came and Blanche hungrily lapped it up, her own orgasm following seconds later and together they filled their mouths and cunt canals with thick cream.
Stephanie ran her tongue up and down Blanche's slit, making sure she had gotten everything before she finally took her mouth away, running her tongue across her lips, her breasts heaving up and down on her chest.
At the same time Blanche rubbed her other breast while Stephanie did the same thing to Blanche, each one stimulating the other, keeping their excitement level high.
Then Blanche began to rub Stephanie's cunt, running her middle finger up and down her slit, using a fingernail to scratch at the side walls of her cunt canal, making Stephanie pant and gasp for breath.
"Do it to me," she moaned.
Blanche was by no means finished. In fact, she was just getting warmed up. She gave Stephanie a nice finger fucking which enabled her to come. Cream seeped out of her cunt and dribbled out from between her lips, staining the grey blanket as she bucked her pelvis upwards, trying to get as much of Blanche's finger as she possible could Blanche filled her mouth with Stephanie's other breast, sucking on her large, hard nipple while she continued to give her cunt a good working over with her finger.
"I'm soooo hot," moaned Stephanie as she spread her legs farther apart.
Blanche stopped sucking on her breast for a minute. "You're going to get even hotter before I'm finished with you," she said huskily.
Blanche stood up and went over to her tote bag which contained something other than food and wine. She took out a huge, rubber artificial cock and strapped it on, hefting the artificial cock in her hand as she went over and knelt alongside Stephanie.
Stephanie opened her eyes and shielded them from the sun with her hand and when she saw the artificial cock, her eyes got even bigger.
"Now we can really have some fun," said Blanche.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Stephanie's cunt wasn't exactly used to normal-sized cocks much less large ones like the one Blanche was wielding.
Nevertheless, in spite of the incipient fears related to getting her organ reamed out by such a tool she found that it was exciting the hell out of her.
She spread her legs far apart and looked up at Blanche who was skimming her fingertips up and down her stomach, her eyes locked into Stephanie's.
"Screw me," she panted.
"That's what I'm here for."
Blanche climbed on top of Stephanie and guided the head of the artificial cock to the entrance to her sex and started to slide it into her.
She did it slowly, gradually and completely filling up Stephanie's cunt canal with ten inches of rock hard, artificial prick."
It feels sooooo big," panted Stephanie.
"That's because it is big."
Blanche didn't stop until their pubic hairs were grinding together. Then she withdrew the cock until only the head was imbedded in her.
Stephanie wrapped her legs around Blanche's waist, her breasts heaving up and down on her chest as Blanche began to fuck her.
She did it slowly at first, giving Stephanie plenty of time to get used to the size of the artificial cock. Then she began to pick up her speed, giving Stephanie every thing she had.
"Oh, oh, oh," gasped Stephanie.
She closed her eyes and began to buck wildly up into Blanche as the artificial cock made her experience and feel things that she had almost forgotten about.
Blanche rhythmically fucked her, using slow, steady strokes, thrilling herself as she saw the different expressions on Stephanie's face as she got hotter and hotter.
Blanche flung herself against her, bouncing her pelvis off of Stephanie's as she buried the artificial cock into her seething pussy as far as it would go.
"AAARRGGHHHH," cried Stephanie as she came, her cunt exploding into a thousand pieces, her body feeling like it was both melting and shooting skywards.
Stephanie matched Blanche thrust for thrust, throwing her pussy upwards to met the artificial cock as Blanche slammed it into her.
She thrashed around wildly, throwing her head from side to side like she was trying to get rid of it, her fingernails digging into Blanche's arms like she was hanging on, afraid that if she didn't she would shoot skyward.
Blanche began to get more and more excited herself and was panting as much out of that as she was because of the physical exertion she was making.
Their breasts pressed together, nipples jagging into one another, Stephanie's eyes closed, her mouth wide open, sucking in air to her starving lungs as fast and hard as she could.
Stephanie's cunt overflowed, cream oozing out from between her pleasure swollen cunt lips, lubricating the driving rubber cock, sopping her pubic hairs and making it easier for Blanche to fuck her.
Blanche managed to suck on her tongue as she picked up her speed, stabbing Stephanie as hard and as fast as she could, adding a delicious amount of pleasure to what she was experiencing.
Then Blanche came, her pussy finally giving into her emotions and cream covered the fake prick from both ends as she grimaced and put on a burst of speed.
Stephanie had never been fucked by anything, real or artificial, that was larger than what Blanche was spearing her cunt with.
She seriously doubted if she was capable of taking it all, but once Blanche had begun fucking her with it, it seemed like Stephanie couldn't get enough of it and Blanche wondered how much more she could have taken.
Blanche began to run out of gas so she came to a slow, but sure stop eventually laying motionless on top of Stephanie who unwrapped her legs from around her waist.
The Blanche pulled the artificial cock out of her and released a lot of bottled up cream which seeped out from between her cunt lips and added another stain to the blanket.
By the time Blanche had unstrapped the artificial cock and had put it back into the tote bag, Stephanie was sitting up, Indian fashion, smoking a cigarette. Blanche got the food and fished the wine out of the lake and uncorked it. They had no glasses.
They ate and drank in silence, sitting naked on the blanket and when they were finished, they lay in the sun for about an hour in semi-sleep getting their first sun bathing of the year. "That was good," Stephanie finally said.
Blanche yawned. "The food or the fucking?"
"Both."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"I might have to buy one for myself."
"They come in handy sometimes. You can get them even bigger than the one I have."
"No thanks, that was enough for me. In fact I'm surprised I could take it all."
"You could take a couple of more inches."
"Think so?" asked Stephanie.
"If your heart was really in it."
"What about my cunt?"
"That, too."
"We'd better be heading back soon," said Stephanie as she put on her clothes.
"Mind if I take a little swim first?"
"Not at all. Tell you what. I'll wait by the car for you. How's that sound?"
"Fine. I'll be fifteen or twenty minutes at most," said Blanche.
"Take your time, I just don't want to stay out in the sun for too long."
Stephanie disappeared into the woods and Blanche slowly walked into the lake liking the way it cooled her legs and when it was around her waist it made her cunt feel warm and alive. She floated on her back, her eyes closed in the water that was midway between her waist and neck.
When she finally stood up, she saw the lone male in a canoe that had silently snuck up on her.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
He had a red beard, a sleeveless vest that revealed bulging biceps and a battered felt hat on his head. He expertly stopped the canoe inches from where Blanche was standing.
"That was quite a show you two put on," he said.
"How did you get here?"
"Portaged over from the next lake. Didn't expect to find anybody here, though. It's usually deserted."
"Well, in about two minutes you're going to have it all to yourself mister," said Blanche as she saw his eyes cruise over her chest.
"I wouldn't mind getting a little taste of that. I reckon there's enough left over."
"Listen, all I have to do is scream and my girlfriend will be back here in less than a minute with a shot gun and she wouldn't think twice about blowing your head off. Or your nuts. And it would all be in self-defense, too. Big man like you attacking two innocent women. You should be ashamed of yourself," she said teasingly.
"Hmmmm. Buckshot gives me indigestion. Maybe I spoke a little too hastily."
Blanche took hold of the side of the canoe and felt like doing something impulsive.
"Listen, if she wasn't around we might be able to have some fun, but you know how it is."
"Yes, I do."
"On the other hand I wouldn't want you to go away with bad feelings."
"You wouldn't?"
Blanche reached into the canoe. He was sitting on a small seat and she unbuttoned his levis and fished out his limp cock which she began to massage and squeeze until it became fully erect.
"Feel my breasts," she said.
The man reached down and rubbed both of her breasts as Blanche began to masturbate him, squeezing his prick and moving her hand up and down. Her other hand was on his balls, playing with them.
The head of his prick swelled and she felt his nuts begin to stir and she increased her efforts, hoping that Stephanie wouldn't suddenly appear.
He came suddenly, spurting upwards, gobs of jism falling all over his stained levis, some of it running down the length of his prick.
Blanche took her hand away. "Feel better?" she asked.
"It's better than nothing," he admitted.
"Especially when it was so unexpected."
"That's another part of it, yes."
"I'd better go. I don't want to keep my friend waiting. she might get suspicious."
"Wouldn't want that."
Blanche turned her back and walked towards the shore as the man dug his paddle into the water and headed for the far side of the lake, not even bothering to stuff his limp cock back into his pants, just wanting to get the hell out of there as fast as he could.
Blanche dressed and put all of their stuff into the canvas tote bag and headed back towards the car. She found Stephanie sitting in the shade, leaning against the base of a tree, smoking a cigarette.
Blanche looked at her watch. She had been away exactly fifteen minutes. It was late in the afternoon and so far it had been a very interesting day and she began to wonder what kinds of adventures the evening was going to hold for her and Stephanie.
"Have a good swim?" asked Stephanie as she put their gear in the trunk of the car.
"Great. We ought to come back here again sometime," said Blanche as she got into the car."
I don't see why we couldn't. It's a perfect place. It's totally isolated."
"Yes, that's what I like about it, too," said Blanche, wondering how many other stud canoeists thought the same thing. there could be a lot of interesting possibilities and Blanche was open to just about anything. She wasn't sure about how Stephanie would feel but she would cross that particular bridge when she came to it.
"When do you feel like eating?" asked Stephanie.
"In about two hours or so. How about you?"
"That sounds fine with me. I know a good Mexican place that'll take us about an hour and a half to drive to," said Stephanie.
"Isn't that going a lot out of our way?"
"Maybe. I hadn't thought about it."
"I mean all the driving you have to do. You must be getting tired."
"I don't mind. Besides, I like to eat out of town and I think you know the reasons why, too."
"I do."
The last thing that both of them needed was gossip concerning their sexual habits. There were enough people who had nothing better to do that would latch onto something like that the way a hungry dog would latch onto a bone.
More than likely, it would be enough to make them move out of town. The people that lived there tended to be pretty straight and conservative when it came to sexual morals and something like what Stephanie and Blanche were up to would be a major disaster.
But as long as they kept things quiet and were very discreet there was no reason that anyone would ever find out and that was exactly what they intended to do.
And that was why Stephanie did not mind driving for nearly two hours to go to a restaurant for dinner plus the long drive back to where they lived.
When she first moved into the town she had done a lot of exploring and in addition to deserted (or so she thought) lakes, she also discovered restaurants and road houses that were in the middle of nowhere where the presence of two, unattached women together would not draw undue attention.
In addition, she liked to drive and her car held the road well and got good gas mileage. The wine and sun and fucking and coming had given them both an excellent appetite and when they pulled into the gravel filled driveway that led to the parking lot of the Mexican place they were both ravenously hungry.
They ate a lot but drank in moderation and on the way back Blanche got impulsive again and masturbated Stephanie while she was driving and Stephanie later said when they got back to Blanche's place that it was a miracle they didn't go off the road and into a ditch.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Things were relatively quiet for the next several weeks. Summer arrived and people willingly and play-fully embraced it in a variety of ways.
Stephanie and Blanche kept on seeing each other of course. Independent of the other each one had thought about how long their affair was going to last and they both came to the same conclusion.
It would last until it was mutually agreed upon that it should end. They were both reasonable people and as such made reasonable demands on each other.
They never inquired if the other one saw other people and it was mutually assumed that if either one of them was fooling around it would be done with discretion and a certain amount of taste.
They were also basically easy going people, slow to anger but deadly when they felt that they had been betrayed by someone who was a friend or a lover.
Blanche of course had more options, sexually speaking than Stephanie did although she didn't do anything to exercise them in a practical way.
She was nevertheless always more or less on the lookout and if the right man had suddenly come into her life there was no doubt in her mind that, if faced with having to make a choice, she would have dropped Stephanie like a hot potato.
Stephanie was not unaware of this and accepted it. First of all, she wouldn't have blamed Blanche in the slightest degree (probably would have wished her well and meant it, too) and she also realized that, on a realistic level she had no choice.
Well, she did have a choice but it was a small one. She could always find another lover but Stephanie was the type of woman that was somewhat lazy.
Once she got into a sexual relationship with a woman she liked to stay in it. She was not one of those individuals who was constantly looking to improve themselves.
Stephanie got settled in and she stayed there until circumstances forced her to move and then she moved very quickly and always knew in that direction she was heading, having thought it out beforehand.
She was looking too but not in the covertly active way that Blanche was and one of the reasons why a small orgy appealed to her was that it would obviously present her (hopefully) with a few more options.
Blanche had her weaknesses as everybody does and Stephanie was realistic and honest enough with herself to acknowledge that if she either was provoked or felt the personal need she would take advantage of those weaknesses and she assumed that Blanche felt the same way.
That was one of the reasons that they had been together for so long. They respected each other for the individuals that they were and they also liked each other as lovers and there was that little degree of mutual mistrust that both kept them on their toes and, at the same time, kept things interesting.
There were those periods however, like the one that followed the escapade at the lake (Blanche never did tell Stephanie about the hand job she gave to the canoeist) during which there was a lull.
Stephanie began to worry about her figure and went on a mini-diet because she was worried about a little bit of flab that had accumulated around her waist.
Blanche seriously considered trading her American made car which was costing her a fortune in repairs and didn't get very good gas mileage for something imported and finally decided that just because Willard, of whom she rarely thought of was once associated with Japanese cars that either she should get one because she liked them or she should go see a psychiatrist.
She began to shop around in her free time and it gave her something to talk about and it also enabled her to meet some men because most of the sales people in the showrooms were men and it wasn't her fault if all of them were jerks and subconsciously reminded her of Willard.
The mill stayed pretty busy during the summer even though it was the time when most of the employees who happened to be men took their vacations and as a result most of the departments were running short handed.
Stephanie was pretty slow at work and her boss decided to go on a four day work week for the summer. It made a lot of sense.
Most of the clients that the firm service also went on four day weeks and there simply wasn't enough business to justify having Stephanie basically hang around.
Of course he could always have her update the files but that wouldn't have taken any time at all because they were all on the new computer that they bought a year ago and her boss was a nice guy so he said the hell with it and twice a week she had to stay an extra hour just to clean up any little odds and ends but Stephanie didn't mind that. He was paying her full salary anyway and he was so nice that she gladly would have done it.
And there was also the issue of their vacations which was complicated somewhat by the fact that Blanche, being a relatively newcomer in terms of years worked at the mill got the least desirable time.
It was only fair and Blanche had no quarrel with it. She had a certain amount of sick time coming to her (she thought it was about five days) and that she could take any time she wanted and nobody, including Harold Schlumberg could say jack shit to her about.
It would have been nice to go somewhere with Stephanie but they both recognized and realized that it had its inherent risks.
There was only one travel agent in town and if they were to make plane and hotel reservations together it would surely arouse just the kind of suspicion that they desperately wanted to avoid.
They could have gone to different travel agents which would not have presented them with any particular difficulties had they decided to opt for that route.
The reality was that they weren't sure they wanted to take a vacation together and what made it exciting and what was tacitly understood by both of them was the fact that they were both waiting for what could best be described as a better offer.
Blanche had the excuse that she had no say in the matter (which was true) but Stephanie did not have that option and another interesting dynamic of their relationship was that it was never openly talked about.
One night they were having drinks at a local bar where they were accepted as two women who were unattached. They gave the bartender and most of the men who tried to pick them up a line of bullshit about both of them going through emotionally draining divorces which the guys bought and as they presented the other women who frequented the place with no challenge, they were both left alone and accepted.
The guys sort of felt sorry for them and the women did not perceive them as threats and since they were not obviously affectionate towards each other, everything was cool.
It was the one place in town that they could go to and not feel paranoid and it was on a Thursday night (usually very quiet because it was the night before the weekend, any bartender will tell you that) that they talked about vacations.
It was a nice place, the jukebox was good and the bartenders never served anyone who was obviously drunk and you could get hamburgers and french fries if you were hungry and there was a pool table and about ten tables.
They were sitting at the bar, at the far end drinking Bloody Marys and besides themselves there were about three other people in the place.
"Aruba," said Blanche.
"Why?"
"It's cheap, there's gambling."
"But the beaches are shitty and it's small," countered Stephanie.
"So what would you suggest?"
"How about the British Virgin Islands?"
"Don't know a thing about them. What are they like?" asked Blanche, honestly interested.
"I guess like everything else down there." said Stephanie as she popped some peanuts into her mouth. "That tells me a lot."
"Listen, I only know from what I read and hear about. Pristine beaches where there's no one else around for miles, dancing under the stars, balmy weather, great food, great accommodations, cheap air fare."
"Well, I wouldn't exactly believe all of that if I were you," said Blanche.
"I don't but it can't be all bullshit."
"I understand that but you've got to realize that people do get screwed on their hotel rooms, wind up in something you wouldn't put your dog in... "
"Yeah, yeah, "interrupted Stephanie as she killed her drink and signaled the bartender for another round.
"You do get the shits from the water and the food. It's not all a tropical paradise. I'm not saying that it happens but it does. You hear horror stories just like I do," said Blanche.
"But how do you pick one place? I mean there must be a hundred places down there that are basically the same?" asked Stephanie.
"Good questions. I guess you just go with your instincts. You use common sense. I mean a beach is a beach, right? If you want to snorkel you do it," said Blanche as she found herself looking at Stephanie's thigh which was exposed as she crossed her leg, automatically hiking up her skirt.
"Well, I'm in no condition to make any kind of a decision about that right now."
Blanche would have given anything if she could have taken off Stephanie's blouse and sucked on one of her nipples, right at the bar. It really would have been a turn on.
It also would have been curtains for them so she secretly enjoyed her fantasy and took a sip of the fresh drink that had been put in front of her.
It was not all that late, maybe ten thirty at night but it was getting close to the hour when most people drank their last rounds and headed home.
There was also another consideration and that was the fact that there were strict rules about driving while one was either impaired or under the influence of alcohol and the local cops had no qualms about stopping any vehicle that they saw fit, too and if you failed the breathalyzer you would up in a lot of shit.
It simply wasn't worth it and most people drank accordingly. Besides, you could always booze it up once you got home which is what a lot of people did.
Their conversation did not have anything to do with vacations, it was just a way of Stephanie and Blanche feeling each other out and getting out for the night. They both knew that they wouldn't, in all likelihood, take a vacation together. But it was fun to talk about it and when Blanche looked at her watch Stephanie knew that she would have to finish her drink a little faster than she would have liked to.
Blanche leaned close to Stephanie and whispered into her ear, "I'd like to grab your pussy right now."
Stephanie was taken by surprise and almost started to choke on her drink. "Oh, that's nice."
"And when we get back to your place I will."
Stephanie always knew when Blanche was a little tipsy because she got very direct and Stephanie liked it, it turned her on.
"Well, then it seems to me that we ought to be on our way, doesn't it?"
"I agree."
They said good night to the bartender and Blanche let Stephanie drive her car over to Stephanie's place because Stephanie was the soberer of the two and when they got there they spent most of the night sucking and coming and that was how Blanche brought a lot of grief on herself the next morning.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
By Harold Schlumberg's watch Blanche was one hour and twenty minutes late, and in spite of the fact that things were relatively slow at the mill he was furious.
Fortunately there wasn't that much correspondence to take care of and there had only been a couple of telephone calls so the lateness really hadn't inconvenienced him all that much.
What irritated him more than anything else was the fact that he honestly felt that she was taking unfair advantage of him.
Because most of the higher-ups were away he did have to put his ass on the line like he did the last time in order to save her job, but nevertheless it didn't make him look very good.
In addition his wife was giving him a lot of shit at home and he was certain that they were going to get divorced. He would have liked nothing better but he was afraid that was going to cost him a bundle of money which he didn't want to part with.
So he was between a rock and a hard place. He either put up with her or got rid of her and a lot of his hard earned money in the process.
He was beginning to have sharp pains in his stomach and was afraid that he was developing ulcers which would be perfectly understandable under the circumstances. He had an appointment with his doctor the following week and he was expecting the worse.
All of which put him into a vile mood and very unsympathetic to Blanche and any excuse she might offer which he automatically would not believe.
"Well?" he asked calmly, sitting at his desk when she finally came into the office.
This time she looked a little better. Her makeup was on, her hair neat and she wore her usual heels, medium length skirt and blouse.
"I was out drinking and partying last night and I overslept," she answered.
Schlumberg didn't know what to say at first. An honest answer was the last thing he was expecting and it took him a couple of seconds before he got a handle on it.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked.
"Very much."
"Anyone I know?"
"No. I suppose you're angry now, aren't you?" she asked.
"Not necessarily, Blanche. I'm a human being, too, you know. I've been known to overindulge from time to time. Everybody does. Some of us just pick our spots better than others, that's all."
"I know but it was sort of an unexpected thing," explained Blanche.
"Something that you just fell into?"
"You could say that."
"Or something that fell into you?"
That would be more accurate," said Blanche as she nodded her head in agreement.
"I see. Well, what are we going to do about this?" asked Schlumberg.
"Well, you could fire me on the spot."
"Only as a last resort."
"I could take off all my clothes and do an erotic dance for you."
"That has possibilities," he admitted.
"I've got it! Why don't I masturbate you?"
"Hmmm, I think you're on the right track."
"Not with my hands though."
"Blanche, I can do that for myself," said Schlumberg as he locked the office door.
"How about a nice sucking off? You liked it the last time I did it to you didn't you?"
"Very much but... "
"But what?"
"I think I'd like to try something a little different this time.
"I can see where we're getting into a situation here, Harold."
"Oh, we're in it all right. Unless you want to walk out the door and collect two weeks severance pay. That's always an alternative."
"Not a very attractive one though."
"I agree," said Schlumberg.
"Let me ask you something, okay?"
"Please do."
"How long is this situation going to exist for?"
"It's going to happen every time you're late. Is that fair enough? If you don't think it is I'll give you an excellent reference when you apply for your next job."
"It's fair," admitted Blanche.
"So what are we going to do?"
"Why don't I take off all my clothes? Maybe you can think of something because I sure as hell can't."
"It's a beginning," agreed Schlumberg.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Blanche stood. "Now I want you to pay careful attention, Harold. I don't do this for everybody."
"You have my undivided attention. See? I've even fixed the telephone so it won't ring."
"You think of everything."
"By the time you're undressed I probably will have," he said.
Blanche began by kicking off her shoes. Then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it out of the waistband of her skirt.
Her breasts threatened to spill out from the cups of her pink bra as she draped her blouse over the back of a chair. Then she unzipped her skirt, let it fall to the carpeted floor and stepped out of it.
"Like it so far?" she asked.
"I'm enthralled."
Blanche reached around her so she could unsnap her bra and let it slide down her arms. It joined the blouse and skirt on the chair. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic that supported her panties and slid them down her thighs, throwing them in front of him, shoulders back, breasts jutting forward, proudly, defiantly.
"Well?" she asked.
"Blanche you are really built."
"Thanks and if all I'm going to have to do is stand here this'll be a lot easier than I thought it was going to be," she said.
"No, you might have to do something more than stand but it won't be all that bad."
"I'll do anything you want and I'll do it any way," she said, beginning to get excited, her nipples hardening.
"That's what I like to hear."
Schlumberg came around from behind his desk so he could rub her breasts. Then he sat down in a leather easy chair and sucked on her nipples while he ran his hands up and down the backs of her legs, feeling her buttocks, his cock getting hard.
He kissed her stomach and began to rub her cunt, paying special attention to her slit, playing with it, sticking his middle finger up into her so he could finger fuck her.
Blanche began to pant and move her pelvis around as she got more and more excited, rubbing his shoulders, getting off on the fact that she was naked and he was fully clothed.
"Lay down, Blanche," said Schlumberg.
"Just a straight fuck? You sure you don't want an appetizer first?"
"Oh, I'll have an appetizer all right. It's been a long time since I've had something as nice as this. I'd almost forgotten."
Blanche was getting turned on and she rubbed her cunt to keep up her level of excitement, wondering what Schlumberg was going to do to her.
"Help yourself."
"I intend to."
Schlumberg laid down on the floor between her raised legs and scrunched his hand in under her buttocks so he could lift her up a little.
He didn't waste any time with bullshit. Instead he mashed his mouth hard against her cunt and thrust his tongue as far up into her pussy as he could, twisting his face all over her, filling his mouth with her deliciously tasting, hairy cunt.
Blanche got very excited very quickly and started to squirm around, wriggling as his tongue massaged her love button and drove her towards an orgasm.
"Oh, oh, oh," she panted.
Schlumberg was as happy as a hog in shit. He held onto her buttocks as he gave her a good licking and sucking, his cock hard between his legs, straining to get out.
He wanted it to last and couldn't remember the last time he had eaten such a good tasting pussy. Lubrication smeared his lips and cheeks as Blanche began to thrash around, barely able to control herself.
"AAAARRRGHHHH," she yelled.
Cream streamed down the length of her cunt canal into Schlumberg's waiting, sucking mouth. Blanche dug her hands into the thick pile carpeting and came a second time, thick juice going into Schlumberg's mouth.
He kept on sucking her until he had his fill. Then he stood up and licked his lips before he reached down and helped Blanche up.
"Sit in the chair," he panted.
"You really know how to eat a girl," said Blanche breathlessly.
"I'm a little out of shape."
"Take down your pants and tell me that. Maybe I'll believe you then."
Schlumberg dropped his pants and his prick sprang to life, his balls already high and tight inside of their protective sack.
"I don't believe you," said Blanche.
"Give me a good sucking."
"I intend to."
Like Schlumberg, Blanche didn't waste any time at all. She opened her mouth and took the head of his cock into her warm, dark cavern, her hands on his balls, teasing and pleasing them at the same time.
She moved her head forwards as far as she could, her mouth filled with his meat and then she began to move it backwards, giving him a good sucking.
Her nostrils flared as she mouth fucked him, wondering if he was going to come there, not really caring where he did as long as he gave it to her.
Schlumberg had a better place to deposit his jism so he let Blanche suck on him for about seven or eight minutes before he stepped back, letting his rock hard cock fall out of her mouth.
"Lean over the chair arm," he said huskily.
The chair was thick and padded, made of brown leather, and the arms were wide so that Blanche was easily able to bend over at the waist, her stomach comfortably resting on one of the arms.
Schlumber got behind her, took his stiff prick in one of his hands and ran it up and down the length of her cunt slit before he found the entrance to her pussy and slid it up into her.
It was warm, wet and tight and he didn't stop until his pubic hairs were pressing against Blanche's rounded, soft buttocks.
"Ooooooh, it feels good," she panted.
Her breasts hung down and Blanche turned around so she could watch as Schlumberg withdrew his prick until only the head was inside of her.
Then he started to fuck her hard and fast, not wasting any time at all, getting right down to serious business, rocking back and forth on his feet, his hands holding her hips tightly.
He put all of his weight behind each and every thrust he made up into her, completely burying his cock each time, his pelvis banging off of her buttocks, jarring her.
Blanche breathed through an open mouth, sucking the air to her starving lungs as fast as she could, her eyes closed, her head now hanging down, tension beginning to form in every part of her body.
"Oh, oh, oh," she gasped.
Schlumberg kept up a hard, fast, steady pace, stabbing her pussy with his prick, feeling the head spread the walls of her cunt.
Blanche felt it, too, and she knew she was going to come soon. The feeling of tension and pressure was increasing with each and every thrust Schlumberg made in to her and she knew she was going to explode.
He continued to lunge in and out of her, not really caring if anyone passed by the locked office door and heard what were obviously fucking sounds, intent on getting the most he could out of the situation, not knowing when he would have another opportunity.
"AAAGGGHHHH, cried Blanche when she came.
Cream flooded her cunt canal and lubricated it and made it easier for Schlumberg to fuck her. Some of it began to seep out from between her pleasure swollen cunt lips and dribble down her inner thighs, leaving an opaque, snail-like trail behind.
Soon Schlumber's pubic hairs were sopped with her hot, thick cream and his balls were beginning to tighten up inside their protective sack so he put on a burst of speed and gave it everything he could, going for the finish line like a sprinter.
His nuts went blindingly numb a second before he came. He salvoed a load of burning jism up into the far reaches of her pussy.
Blanche felt it hit her, bathe and coat her cunt canal and it was enough to make her have a second orgasm. Schlumberg's balls spat another load of jism up into her and their come mixed together, deep inside her seething pussy.
Blanche writhed around, surrendering herself to her passion and her excitement, wiggling her ass around, trying to do everything and anything that would make it more exciting for her.
Then Schlumberg's balls were finally empty and they hung loose inside their sack. He was breathing very hard and he came to a quick stop, keeping his cock inside of her until it was limp and useless. Then he pulled it out and released a lot of bottled up cream which dripped out from between her lips.
He hastily pulled up his pants, stuffed his prick into them and sat down behind his desk. His heart was racing and he knew his blood pressure must be sky high.
Blanche eased herself around so that she was able to slouch in the chair, her eyes glazed with satisfaction, her breasts rising and falling rapidly on her chest, the nipples still hard and erect.
It took them both a fair amount of time before they caught their breath and Blanche looked at Schlumberg in a way she had never looked at him before.
"You know, for an old guy, you fuck pretty well," she said honestly.
"I'm not that old Blanche."
"You're certainly not in your twenties."
"No, I'm not."
"I'll bet your wife has no complaints."
"You'd be surprised at some of the things my wife complains about."
"That bad, huh?"
"Frankly, it's just about as bad as it can get."
"It's beginning to make sense to me now."
"What is?"
"The fact that you used your power over me in order to have sex with me."
"I didn't force you, you did it on your own free will," he corrected.
"But there were insinuations as to what would happen if I didn't."
"No, there were alternatives and I'm surprised you didn't file charges against me. You could have gotten me first. Do you realize that?"
"I was aware of it, yes."
"So why didn't you?" he asked.
"That's an interesting question," she admitted. "Do you have an interesting answer?"
Blanche was forced to look inside of herself. In spite of the fact that she didn't do it that often she was not uncomfortable doing it. She fished a cigarette out of her purse, lit it and wondered if Schlumberg still had a hard on and if he was going to fuck her again.
"Because it turned me on. A lot of things turn me on," said Blanche.
"Like what?"
"Like getting fucked in an office. That's why I never bothered to report you."
Schlumberg shook his head. "People never cease to amaze me."
Blanche stubbed out her cigarette and ran her hands over her breasts. Then she stood up, the idea that she just had thrilling her, turning her on, getting her cunt wet and moist.
She went around to the back of Schlumberg's swivel chair and turned it so he was facing away from the door to the office.
Then she got down on her knees between his legs and fished out his half hard cock, holding it in the palm of her hand while she licked the head, swirling the flat of her tongue all around it, making it glisten and shine from her saliva.
Schlumberg watched intently, believing but also not believing in another way what she was doing. His cock was stiff and his head was spinning.
Blanche played with his balls for a while, thrilling as she felt them stir inside their protective sack and then she started to suck on him.
She moved her head up and down along the length of his prick, filling her mouth with his hard meat, getting more and more excited.
She massaged her love button with the tip of her middle forger, sending hot flashes of pleasure and excitement all over her body.
Her nostrils flared as she moved her head up and down his prick faster and faster, using her lips to squeeze his thickness while her free hand continued to tease and please his balls.
Blanche's breasts heaved up and down on her chest as she got more and more excited. She applied more pressure to her love button before she began to give herself a good forger fucking.
Schlumber sat back and watched as she twisted her head all around, her eyes closed, totally engrossed in the pleasure she was deriving.
Then she came and thick, hot cream seeped out of her pussy and ran down her cunt canal and began to dribble out from between her cunt lips, staining her inner thighs.
She thrilled as she felt the silky smooth head of Schlumberg's prick rub against the roof of her mouth and she knew he was going to come soon.
He didn't disappoint her either, suddenly releasing, his balls going blindingly numb the second before he spurted into her sucking mouth.
She felt his jism hit her tongue, roll over and under it before she swallowed and sucked for more. Schlumberg salvoed once more before his nuts had finally emptied themselves into her.
Blanche licked the head of his prick then, her body glowing with satisfaction before she finally stood up and patted him on his head.
Then she quickly put on her clothes and quickly ran a comb through her hair while Schlumberg stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped up his fly. Then Blanche unlocked the door to the office and lit another cigarette and sat down in front of him, demurely crossing her legs and looking at him.
"Like that?" she asked."
Yes."
"Does your wife give good blow-jobs?"
"No. She doesn't give bad ones either. As a matter of fact I can honestly say that my wife has never sucked my cock, ever."
"She doesn't know what she's missing."
"I tried to tell her that once."
"And?"
"I got a forty minute lecture."
"On?"
"The immorality of cock-sucking."
"That must have been exciting."
"Actually it did turn me on, "he said.
"Is she a good fuck?"
"Not particularly. She just sort of lies there and waits for me to come."
"Does she come?"
"Not that I'm aware of."
"Gee, she sounds like a lot of fun, Harold."
"Oh, she's great all right."
"Why stick with her? You're not that old, handsome in a way, you could get yourself another woman."
"Have you ever gone through a divorce proceeding?" asked Schlumberg.
"Yes."
"Was it messy."
"Not particularly."
"You were lucky."
"In a way, I suppose I was," admitted Blanche as she stubbed out her cigarette.
"I wouldn't be so lucky, I'm afraid."
"I see. So you're more or less stuck with her."
"Oh, I could get out of it. It all depends on how much money I want to spend."
"Or how badly you want to get your cock sucked."
"Yes, that would enter into it, too. I imagine that there are a lot of attractive women out there who would oblige me in that respect."
"I don't know of any who don't," said Blanche.
"If you happen to run across any, I don't suppose you would uh... "
"Fix you up?"
"If it wouldn't be too much trouble."
"If the situation arises and I can do it, I certainly will," said Blanche, "although I have a very small circle of friends.."
"Well, if you come across something, I'd appreciate it," said Schlumberg.
"Give me a raise?"
"I think that could be arranged. You're a very good worker Blanche."
"And a good cock sucker, too?" she asked.
"An excellent cock sucker."
"It's because I like to suck on things."
"Let me ask you something."
"Okay."
"Why did you suck on me just now?"
"Well, I figured I was going to be late again sometime," she said.
"I don't understand."
"I just wanted to make a down payment. is that all right with you?"
Schlumberg smiled. "Anytime, Blanche, anytime."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
That night was very warm and Stephanie was bored so she decided to go for a drive. Her destination was nowhere in particular, wherever her nose took her so she headed out of town at about nine o'clock She had driven in a south by south westerly direction for about an hour and a half, heading at a relatively slow speed towards a sparsely populated region where there were a lot of lakes.
There was a full moon and it was so warm that all Stephanie had on was a shirt with no bra, levis and a pair of flip flops.
There weren't many towns in the area where she was driving and the road was narrow and twisting. At any rate she wasn't in a hurry. She had a few things on her mind and this was a good way for her to think about them and relax at the same time.
She had just put out a cigarette in the ashtray when the high beams of her head lights picked up the figure of a hitch hiker.
Stephanie slowed down cautiously. The hitch hiker was a young woman, probably in her middle twenties. Stephanie pulled over and the woman gratefully got in.
"Thanks," she said as she closed the door and snapped her seat belt shut.
"Where are you headed?"
"Tylersville."
"That's fifty miles from here!"
"I know. My car broke down and I had to push it off the road so I wouldn't cause an accident. You're the first car that's passed in two hours.
They were on a back road, one that was used very infrequently. Stephanie glanced at the woman who wore a blue tank top, very tight and short cut off blue jeans and a pair of sneakers.
She had nice legs, small but firm looking breasts and short blonde hair.
"What's your name?" asked Stephanie.
"Alice."
"I'm Stephanie. How old are you?"
"Twenty-three."
"You must be cold."
"No, I'm not."
"Is your family or boyfriend expecting you? I mean they must be getting worried by now."
"I live with another woman. I don't care for men all that much if you know what I mean."
Stephanie knew exactly what she meant. "I think so," she said.
"What about you?" asked Alice as she glanced over at Stephanie, taking as much in as she could without being obvious about it.
"My closest and dearest friend is a woman. We share everything and we like it, too."
Alice was already tanned and Stephanie could see the tiny, bleached hairs on her thighs. Stephanie began to get some interesting ideas.
"If you're hungry maybe we could stop and get a bit to eat," she suggested.
"There's nothing around here," said Alice.
"You're right about that."
Stephanie began to weigh the pleasures against the possible penalties. In all likelihood she would never see this woman again in her life.
Also, Tylersville was quite a distance from where she lived and she rarely had any reason to go anywhere near the place.
She started to drive just a little slower so she could buy herself some more time in which to think. Alice had a very appealing figure, of that there was not doubt in Stephanie's mind.
The girl was clearly up the creek. The road was rarely traveled, especially late at night and Alice was obviously anxious to get home as anybody would under the same circumstances. Also, she was not dressed to spend a night out in the woods, no matter how warm it was.
"I'm really glad you picked me up," said Alice.
"I imagine you are."
"I mean, if you were a man... well, you've probably heard the same horror stories I have."
"About girls getting molested?"
"Yes."
"I'm sure they're all true," said Stephanie.
"We should be there soon."
It was at that point that Stephanie decided to play her hand. After all, she had everything to gain and absolutely nothing to lose.
"I wasn't planning on going all the way to Tylersville," she said.
"You mean you'd stop and leave me out here in the middle of nowhere?"
"It's not my fault that your car broke down. I mean I certainly sympathize with you but you're asking an awful lot, don't you think?"
"Well... "
"It's late. I have to get up early in the morning and I also have to make a fairly long drive back home. If it were just a couple of miles I could see it but fifty equals one hundred for me plus at least an extra hour's driving time," said Stephanie.
"I know it's asking a lot."
"It certainly is."
"And I think you're being very sweet to take me this far but I really don't want to spend the night out in the middle of the woods."
"I don't blame you. Bears get active in the night not to mention the fact that it'll probably get a little colder and you're practically naked as it is."
"I've already thought of that," said Alice.
"Well, you have a problem, then, don't you?"
"I think I do."
They drove in silence for a while before Stephanie finally spoke again.
"I'd be willing to take you to Tylersville but to be honest with you, you would have to make it worth it for me. I hate to put it that way but that's the way it is."
"Gee, I don't have that much money with me."
"I wasn't thinking of money."
"Oh, I see. Well then, in that case, I think we can work something out. Pull off the road the next chance you get," said Alice.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
About three miles down the road Stephanie found a place where she could pull off and she did that, managing to get the automobile facing towards the road but situated in such a way so that it could not be seen from the road, giving them a certain amount of privacy and security.
"Are we going to talk?" asked Stephanie.
"Well, I don't have any money and I'm sure you wouldn't accept a check," said Alice.
"No, I wouldn't."
"I can't think of what I have that you could possibly want," said Alice.
"Oh, I think you can."
Alice grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it up around her neck. Her breasts were pear shaped and she had hard nipples.
"Would you like these? I've been told they're very nice," said Alice.
"I want it all."
"It's a little cramped in here," said Alice.
Stephanie's automobile was a hatchback and the rear seat folded down so that more cargo could be carried. Stephanie released a lever and it thunked down.
The front passenger seat also had the capability of folding down. Stephanie told Alice where the catch was and she managed to get that seat down so that it formed a crude but serviceable bed.
"This is neat, said Alice.
"Now take off the rest. Let me see it all," said Stephanie anxiously.
Alice wiggled her hips and slid her cut off jeans down her legs. She wasn't wearing any panties and her sparse pubic hair excited Stephanie.
Alice lay on her back, her legs slightly spread, her forearms under her head, her eyes looking at Stephanie's chest and face.
"Like what you see?" she asked.
"Very much."
"Well, are you just going to look or do you want to have some fun with me?"
"I think I'll do both."
Stephanie leaned over so she could run her hands up and down Alice's slim thighs before she settled on her breasts, rubbing them, tweaking her nipples, getting them to erect and stand up.
"Feel good?"
"Very."
"Like to have them sucked on?"
"Yes."
Stephanie ran the tip of her tongue around the circumference of one of Alice's nipples before she started to suck on it while she rubbed her other breast.
Alice began to get hot, breathing a little faster as Stephanie gently nibbled on her thumb hard nubbin of delicious breast flesh.
Then she snuck a hand between her legs and started to rub her fuzzy haired cunt mound, rubbing her finger up and down her slit.
She took her mouth off of her breast and sucked on the other one while her finger began to explore Alice's tight pussy slit.
Then she kissed her, their tongues immediately dueling, Alice slipping one of her hands in under Stephanie's shirt so she could rub her breasts, thrilling herself.
At the same time she spread her legs farther apart, making it easier for Stephanie to finger-fuck her. They sucked on each others tongues before Alice finally broke her embrace.
"Take off your clothes," she panted.
"With pleasure."
Stephanie quickly stripped and managed to squeeze in beside Alice so that they could embrace, their breasts crushing together, their cunt mounds touching, their tongues probing each others mouths.
"Eat me, eat me," panted Alice.
Stephanie positioned herself so that they could eat each other at the same time. Stephanie was on top and she immediately nuzzled her nose into Alice's cunt mound before she thrust her tongue up into her hole.
Alice ran her tongue up and down the length of Stephanie's pussy slit before she thrust it as far up into her hole as she could and kept it there, poking and probing it around, filling her mouth with her cunt.
Stephanie licked Alice's cunt lips all over, paying special attention to her love button and soon Alice was panting heavily.
She began to buck her pelvis up into Stephanie's face and she raised her legs high in the air to make it as easy for Stephanie as she could.
At the same time she was making it as exciting for herself as she could. Her hands held onto Stephanie's waist as Stephanie ground herself down onto her, Alice's tongue demanding that she come.
Stephanie's nipples grazed Alice's thighs as she sucked on her, adding to the pleasure and excitement she was experiencing, adding another dimension to her desire.
Alice came, thrashing around wildly, her canal filling with hot cream that Stephanie licked up, swallowed thirstily and then sucked for more.
Her fingers bit into Alice's buttocks as she held her, her mouth glued to her young, tight cunt, her teeth grating against her cunt mound, adding delicious pleasure to her enjoyment.
Then Stephanie came, her cunt exploding as she orgasmed, cream flowing down the length of her canal. She wiggled around, smearing Alice's cheeks and lips with her juice.
They both continued to eat each other for nearly half an hour and both had multiple orgasms. It seemed like neither one of them was willing to be the first one to stop eating the other one.
Stephanie was the first one, as it turned out. She lifted her head up and licked her lips and managed to get back in the driver's seat.
Her breasts were heaving up and down on her chest and it took her a long time before she was able to finally catch her breath.
Alice also lay there, her body still resounding from the satisfaction she had just received from Stephanie's mouth and tongue.
"How do you work this thing?" she finally asked.
Stephanie told her how to get the seat up and once it was in its upright position Alice put on her cut off levis and pulled down her tank top. She was still breathing hard and her nipples were still erect.
"You were good," said Alice.
"As good as your lover?"
"Yes. I'd offer to take you home with me, but that would cause a lot of problems."
"I'm sure it would," agreed Stephanie as she lit a cigarette and tried to relax.
Both their loins were still hot and even now little bits of cream trickled out from between their still swollen cunt lips.
"Have you a steady lover?" asked Alice.
"Pretty much so, yes."
"Too bad."
"Do you fuck men?"
"If a nice one comes along," answered Alice. "Do you?"
"Very rarely."
"To each his own, I guess. Do you ever get over my way at all?"
"I could make it a point to. Why?"
"Because I'd like to see you again. I'll give you my number."
"What about your lover?" asked Stephanie.
"This is a number she doesn't know anything about," said Alice as she took a note book out of her shoulder bag and scribbled on it. "You can leave a message for me."
Stephanie put on her clothes, folded the piece of paper and put it into the pocket of her shirt. "I just might do that."
"Once I get my car fixed, maybe we could meet halfway so to speak."
"Have you done that before?" asked Stephanie. "What?"
"Fool around."
"Oh sure."
"And you've never been caught?"
"Never and I don't know as I'd care even if I was," admitted Alice.
"I'm not promising anything."
"I understand that."
"But you are a delicious little piece of ass."
"I can be better."
"Let's get you home," said Stephanie. "I've got to be up early in the morning."
"Will you give my offer some thought?"
Stephanie headed towards Tylersville, driving perhaps a little faster than she really should have but she was anxious to get home herself.
It was late and she was beginning to get tired and while there wasn't all that much to do at the office she nevertheless had to be there on time.
It was an interesting proposition and it appealed to Stephanie. As much as she liked Blanche she realized that it would not be a bad thing if she had another lover tucked away somewhere and Alice fit the bill perfectly.
She had a great body, knew how to suck pussy and obviously liked it and lived far enough away so that if they ever did decide to get together they could do so without having the fear that they would be discovered.
Of course there were always risks involved in such undertakings and Stephanie was fully aware of them but Alice had such a great body that she made it very difficult for Stephanie to refuse any reasonable offer.
In fact she could say that she knew then and there that she was going to call her and she was already beginning to plan in her head just how she was going to do it.
"That's my house, the third on the left," said Alice as they entered Tylersville. "Better let me of here."
"Okay."
Alice got out and as she walked down the deserted street, Stephanie looked at her ass and any doubts she might have were instantly erased.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
"I've got a great idea," said Blanche.
She and Stephanie were having drinks the following night in the bar that they frequented. "You might not go for it though," she added.
"I'm usually open to anything."
"Well, here's what I had in mind.
Blanche talked for about ten minutes and not once did Stephanie interrupt her. She listened carefully and with growing interest.
Blanche made her case like a lawyer, outlining it carefully, pitching it well and when she was finally finished she sat back on her bar stool, took a sip out of her gin and tonic and lit a cigarette.
"Well?" she asked.
"I like it."
"Good."
"It's dangerous though."
"Because of...?"
"Yes. That could make things very difficult for us in ways that I don't even want to think about."
"I can control that one hundred percent."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"In that case my answer is sure, we'll do it. It'll be a real kick in the ass."
"Great. I'll start to set it up."
"How long will that take?"
"A week at most."
"And it'll have to be done during the week, not on a weekend?" asked Stephanie.
"That's correct. Does that present you with any specific problem?" asked Blanche.
"No, not really."
"Great. Want another drink?"
"No, but I would like to take you home with me."
Blanche put some money down on the bar and they left. Once they got to Stephanie's they immediately took off their clothes and sucked and sucked for a long time.
Harold Schlumberg was half way through his first cup of coffee of the day. His jacket was slung over the back of his chair and Blanche was outside typing a letter and when she had finished she brought it in to him so he could sign it. This was the morning after she and Stephanie had talked at the bar.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure," said Schlumberg as he sipped his coffee. "Have you ever watched while two women sucked each other off?"
He immediately swallowed wrong and began to cough. Coffee spilled over his desk and his shirt and Blanche gave him a tissue.
"Jesus, don't ever sneak up on me like that again," he finally said.
"Sorry. Are you all right?"
He cleared his throat. "Yes and the answer to your question is no and I probably never will."
"Would you like to?"
"I would not turn down an invitation if one were to be offered to me."
"It just was."
"I'll need details."
"It has to be done during the week. You have a cottage don't you?"
"Yes."
"Would it be possible to use it one afternoon for a couple of hours?"
"It could be arranged."
"You'd also have to cover for me. We'd both be away from the office at the same time."
"Would you be one of the participants?"
"Yes."
"I see. And the other individual?"
"You don't know her but there is one small matter I want to make you aware of."
"There's always a catch. Okay, what is it?"
"If you ever get any ideas of either contacting this person again or if you ever mention it to anyone I will personally not only file every sex discrimination suit I can against you but I will also testify on your wife's behalf at your divorce trial."
"In other words, you'd fuck me every way you could."
"That's correct."
"Do you think you could get away with it?" he asked. "I know I could. You'd be ruined."
Schlumberg took a sip out of his coffee and sighed. "I agree with you and I don't blame you for being protective. It's a small town, people like to talk."
"Well?"
"I think it's a small price to pay. You only live once and I'm not getting any younger.
"I'll have to give my friend a couple of days notice," said Blanche.
"Sure. It'll take me a couple of days to come up with something that will satisfy my wife. I'm treading on dangerous ground there."
"Take your time. There can't be any screw-ups," cautioned Blanche.
"You're very nice to me."
"Me and my friend think it will be a real turn-on," said Blanche.
"Oh, I'm sure it will be. Care to give me a sneak preview?" he asked.
"Like a blow job?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever you feel like."
"I don't feel like sucking on a cock right now but I will tell you this. There will be two beautiful women and they will suck each other's cunts and they will come many times. You're going to be there Harold and, more than likely, you'll get your cock sucked and if I feel like it, I'll let you fuck me."
"And the other woman?"
"Forget it."
"Can't have everything I suppose."
"Harold, you're getting more than most men ever get."
CHAPTER TWENTY
Harold Schlumberg bought the cottage about ten years ago and it was situated eight miles out of town on a small lake. It was not winterized and was primarily used as a place where Harold could go during the summer. do a little fishing and relax.
It had a bedroom, living room, kitchen, eating area and a screened in porch. There was no garage but there was a fireplace and electricity. His wife rarely came out there, claiming the bugs ate her alive.
It was at the end of a dirt road and No Trespassing signs were posted everywhere. It was cozy but it was beginning to fall apart and Harold was considering selling it.
He had no difficulty in making up an excuse as to why he wouldn't be in the office. He told his wife he had a meeting to attend to in a neighbouring city and he wondered if she even heard him.
Blanche officially let Harold know that she was taking a day off and in doing so managed to cover her ass.
Stephanie told her boss that she had a lot of errands to run and he gave the day off.
One week after the conversation between Harold and Blanche three cars drove up to the cottage, arriving within thirty minutes of one another.
Stephanie was the last to arrive and when she walked in through the front door Blanche stood up and immediately took her into the bedroom. Harold followed.
"Now watch carefully Harold," instructed Blanche, standing in front of the double bed with Stephanie in front of her.
Harold pulled up a chair. It was one o'clock in the afternoon and flies were buzzing outside the screened windows.
"I intend to," said Harold.
Blanche quickly took off her clothes. Then she unbuttoned Stephanie's blouse and took it off. Her skirt followed and they were placed carefully on a chair near the bed.
Stephanie kicked off her shoes as Blanche took off her bra and slid her panties down her legs. Now they were both naked.
Blanche pressed her chest into Stephanie's back and ran her hands up and down her stomach, eventually cupping her breasts and gently pinching her nipples. Stephanie started to get hot.
"Mmmmm," murmured Blanche, "such nice titties."
Blanche sat down on the end of the bed so she could run her hands up and down Stephanie's highs. Stephanie looked right at Schlumberg who had a hardon already.
Then Blanche began to play with Stephanie's cunt, manipulating her generous folds and giving her a nice forger fucking which mad her begin to pant.
"Such a hot little pussy," said Blanche.
"It feels soooo good," panted Stephanie.
Blanche's finger buried itself up into Stephanie's cunt as Stephanie began to rub her own breasts swaying on her feet slightly as she got more and more excited.
Schlumberg watched intently as Blanche stood up and Stephanie sat down on the end of the bed, her legs spread wide apart, her breasts lolling on her chest.
"Suck me," she panted.
"Like it so far, Harold?" asked Blanche over her shoulder as she got down on her knees.
"It's great."
"It'll get better."
"I can't wait."
"Neither can I," panted Stephanie.
"Sorry," said Blanche She took her fingers and spread Stephanie's cunt lips far apart, revealing her pinkish inner flesh. Then she ran her tongue up and down her slit.
"Oh, oh," moaned Stephanie.
Blanche licked her cunt all over before she thrust her tongue up into her hole and kept it there, poking and probing it all around.
Stephanie began to buck her pelvis up into Blanche's face as she raced toward an orgasm. Blanche worked on her love button as Schlumberg stood up and took off his clothes, his cock springing to life and he wondered how soon he would be able to join the action. He also wondered about what all this was going to do to his blood pressure but he said fuck it, if one thing doesn't kill me something else will and from what I've seen of hospitals, this beats it by a mile.
"I'm cooooooooming," yelled Stephanie.
Blanche sucked as hard as she could, filling her mouth with Stephanie's hairy cunt mound and her cream which gushed out of her.
"I don't believe this," said Schlumberg.
"AARRGHHHH," yelled Stephanie as she came a second time.
Then Blanche took her come-smeared mouth off of her cunt and squatted over but she did it in such a way so that she was facing Schlumberg.
Stephanie immediately mashed her mouth against her cunt and began to eat her. Blanche played with her nipples, getting them thumb hard, adding to her pleasure and she began to pant.
Schlumberg leaned forward in his chair as Blanche's face contorted as she strained and fought her way towards an orgasm.
"Yes, yes, yes," she gasped.
She came and Schlumberg could see the cream dribbling out from between her cunt lips. He was extremely tempted to fuck Stephanie right then and there but he remembered about another kind of fucking he would get from Blanche if he tried anything to he immediately forgot about it and concentrated on Blanche instead.
He went over and felt her breasts and when he did that Blanche reached out and began to stroke his prick up and down and play with his balls.
Blanche sat up, mashing her cunt down on Stephanie's face as she licked the head of Schlumberg's prick with the flat of her tongue.
Then he began to mouth fuck her, his cock as hard and stiff as it had ever been in its life. Stephanie continued to eat Blanche, approaching another orgasm.
She writhed around and took as much of her cunt mound into her mouth as she could. When she came, Schlumberg looked down and saw her cream ooze out of her cunt and onto the sheet.
Then he came, shooting a wad of jism into Blanche's mouth. She swallowed and sucked him dry and he pulled back, breathing hard.
Blanche came right after that and when she was finished she got off of Stephanie and laid down beside her on the bed while Schlumberg went into the kitchen and came back with three cold beers.
Stephanie and Blanche sat up and swigged, foam forming mustaches on their upper lips. Schlumberg sat down in his chair, his' cock limp.
"That was fun," said Blanche.
"It was," agreed Stephanie. "Don't bother to introduce me to your friend."
"No names, please," said Harold.
"Did you enjoy it?" asked Blanche.
"Very much but not as much as you two did," he said as he swigged some beer.
"Those are the breaks, I guess," said Stephanie.
"I guess so," said Schlumberg.
"Don't bust his balls," said Blanche. "We both know it turned you on."
"Sorry."
"No need to apologize," said Schlumberg.
"He's probably wondering if there's going to be more," said Stephanie.
"Are you?" asked Blanche.
"Well, I really have nothing to say in the matter, do I?"
"Not really," said Blanche.
"We're just getting warmed up," said Stephanie. "You're in no rush are you?"
"Me?"
"No, I was asking the chipmunk out there," said Stephanie.
"I have plenty of time," he said.
"Good."
"You wouldn't mind if Harold gets included in the action, would you?" asked Blanche.
"What you do with your pussy and mouth is your own business. I don't want him near me," replied Stephanie. "But don't take it personally."
"Heaven forbid," said Schlumberg.
Blanche started to rub Stephanie's breasts and they both got hot again and Schlumberg felt his cock begin to stir between his legs.
Blanche rubbed Stephanie's cunt as she spread her legs far apart.
"Come on over here Harold, I'm sure we can find a way for you to make yourself useful."
It turned out to be a long afternoon but one that Harold would never forget.
