BOTH GIRLS WERE PRETTY. WHICH WAS THE TRUE LESBIAN?
Tom looked at Susan, then at Julie. Both girls were quite pretty, both with fantastic bodies. Both were very passionate. The one difference between them was Julie seemed to become extremely passionate only with Susan, while Susan was turned on by either Tom or Julie-or both at the same time. Did it really make a difference which one showed him more passion? Which was the true Lesbian? The answer was obvious-Julie, his wife. Susan could be considered without a doubt to be bisexual, preferring neither over the other, but taking her sexual pleasure with him or Julie. So, did it really matter that his wife was cold to his advances? No, Torn considered himself fortunate to have Susan. She certainly was beautiful, and if anything, much more passionate than Julie had ever really been. Too, there was a plus in Susan's favor-she was willing to indulge her body and mind in anything erotic, no matter how far out it seemed.
Chapter One
Julie Andrews sat at the huge window in her room, looking out over the back yard and watching Susan Appling. Her body trembled slightly as the one word ran through her mind, as if chasing itself: Lesbian ... Lesbian ... Lesbian ...
The word was ominous, a word she dreaded to hear, even if she couldn't keep it from her brain. Time and again she tried to convince herself she had no such inclinations. Her mirror did not reflect her concept of what a Lesbian should look like. But then, just what was a Lesbian supposed to look like? Julie didn't know, really. Maybe she felt such a person should have masculine features, gross and hard, belligerent maybe.
But Julie didn't look like that. She was an exceptionally pretty girl, quite lovely. She had rich chestnut-colored hair that cascaded past her shoulders like a shimmering waterfall, hair that gave off glints of light. Her large eyes, dark and mysterious, held secret passions, as if they were smoldering constantly, and all it would take would be a tiny spark to set her on fire. She had a small nose, almost a thin nose, but delicate and feminine. Her mouth, she thought, was a dead giveaway to her inner passions. It was wide, with thick, sensual lips that were moist. Actually, they weren't thick lips, but full, a little fuller than most girls', Julie thought.
Her face was oval-shaped, the flesh smooth and creamy, and she was, she admitted without vanity, lovely.
Leaning forward, Julie cupped her chin in the palm of her left hand and gazed steadily at the figure of her next door neighbor. They were good friends, Julie and Susan, and had known each other for the year Julie had lived here. Their husbands were friends, too, but not as close as Julie and Susan were.
Susan was lying in the sun on a blanket spread in her yard. This was the third time Julie had observed her friend from the secrecy of her house.
Julie looked at the ash blonde hair, thinking how long and satiny it was. Susan was beautiful, Julie thought. But then, she should be. Susan had been doing quite well as a model before her marriage, and she had appeared in a number of television commercials, always wearing next to nothing, her exquisite body exposed as much as allowed.
Like now.
In the privacy of the back yard, Susan's breasts were free, tilted upward as though sacrificing the delicate pink tips of her breasts to the sun. Julie was envious of those breasts. Her own, she knew, were as well-shaped, as pretty, but they were not as large. Julie's breasts were a disappointment for her husband, Tom. Or at least Julie thought so. He was always looking at the breasts of other women, and it seemed to Julie those breasts were larger than her own.
Her eyes moved from Susan's naked breasts, lingered for a while on the flat stomach of her friend, then down the long, sugary thighs, and back to the tiny wisp of cloth that concealed everything between Susan's thighs except the slight bulge of her pubic mound. As she gazed between Susan's thighs, Julie was hardly aware that her right hand had crept up and was cupping her breast.
Fondling her breast, her eyes on Susan, Julie thought back to that day a few weeks ago when it began ...
She had not heard Susan enter the house over the spray of the shower that afternoon. She had not heard Susan enter the bathroom, nor did she know the woman was observing her as she soaped her slender body and rinsed, then stood under the water and caressed her breasts until they tingled with pleasure. She had not realized Susan was watching her through the clear glass door of the shower when her hand had slipped down and rubbed over her bottom, then around her hips and over the thick mass of curling pubic hair, finally brushing her finger up and down the puffy lips of her pussy.
Julie had backed out of the shower without seeing Susan, and she began to towel her body dry, only to yelp in surprise when the towel was suddenly taken from her. She had whirled about in fright, and saw Susan.
"Susan! You scared me," Julie had laughed nervously as her fear receded. "What's the idea of sneaking up on me?"
Susan had given a throaty laugh, and Julie saw the unusual gleam in the blonde's eyes. "Sorry, Julie," Susan had said in a-low voice, "but no one answered the door, and I knew you were home because your car was in the drive."
Julie had attempted to cover her breasts with one arm and her pubic area with her other hand, almost shyly. "You certainly scared me, Susan," she said, her voice trembling. "I thought I was about to be raped."
Susan had placed the tip of her finger against her chin and regarded Julie's nakedness. "If I was a man, I would certainly give some strong consideration to that. You're a beauty, Julie."
"You're not so bad yourself," Julie had said, then reached for the towel, but Susan withheld it.
"Let me," Susan said in a low voice.
Julie looked at Susan, and Susan looked back. For a long, almost uncomfortable moment, they were silent, then Julie shrugged and dropped her hands. "We're all girls here, I guess."
Susan began toweling Julie, first her back, then her long legs. Julie stood and felt the rough towel on her flesh, but that wasn't all she felt. She felt Susan's hands brush at her skin, and when they dried her swelling bottom, she was certain Susan spent more time than necessary, and there were brief contacts of Susan's hand on her naked buttocks that seemed accidental, but Julie wasn't sure.
When Susan began on the front of Julie, she started at her feet and worked up. "Open your legs a little," Susan said in a voice that was barely a whisper.
Julie opened her legs somewhat, and Susan ran the towel up the inner surfaces, and the tingling began. She placed her hand on the sink to brace herself and looked down at the hands as they moved over her long thighs. Susan was on her knees, and her face was at a level with Julie's pelvis, and Julie knew the girl was gazing between her legs. She didn't know if she felt embarrassment, shame, or ... excitement.
Susan worked the towel up between Julie's thighs, but stayed an inch or so away from her exposed vagina. She dried Julie's trembling stomach, and getting to her feet, went to work on the round, firm breasts. As the towel moved, Julie could feel Susan's hands burn through the cloth as they seemed to cup and squeeze her breasts gently, almost tenderly.
Their eyes stared into each other's as Susan continued to work the towel over Julie's breasts, and then-how it happened, Julie didn't know-they were moving closer, closer until their faces were inches apart. Julie could feel the heat that seemed to come from Susan, and the towel dropped to the floor, forgotten.
She trembled when Susan's arms went around her waist, and their pelvises closed, then touched. The next thing Julie knew, she was being kissed by Susan. She stood trembling as the soft, moist lips contacted her own, and her heart thudded inside her chest as the kiss became hard and insistent. Her eyes closed when she tasted the tip of Susan's tongue brushing over her lips. Of their own volition, Julie's lips parted. When Susan's eager tongue darted into her mouth, Julie groaned softly, her arms rigid at her sides, her breath caught in her throat.
Susan's tongue licked around inside her mouth, teasing and probing, and Julie could hear the breath of her friend coming harshly as the pressure of the kiss increased.
"Oh, Julie, Julie," Susan murmured hotly as her tongue moved about the lips of the shaking girl. "God, you're so lovely, so beautiful!"
Then Susan was kissing and nibbling at her neck, and Julie felt Susan's hands moved down from her small waist, glide smoothly over her naked bottom, then cup about each tight cheek. Her own breasts were smashed against those of Susan, and the hands moved on her buttocks, doing things to her, making her shiver with a delight that was absolutely different than when Tom caressed her there.
Julie didn't know what was happening, why Susan was doing this, but she was so confused by the abruptness of it all, she couldn't resist. There was a bubbling sensation in her stomach, down low, and Susan's hands were so soft and knowing. She sighed as the fingers stroked up and down the tight, warm crease of her bottom, and Julie felt herself responding.
She pressed her pelvis hard against Susan's, whimpering as the hot lips continued their hungry kissing, nibbling. She felt the tip of Susan's tongue lick at her flesh, leaving a trail of moist fire everywhere it touched. She hardly knew it when her own hands lifted and wrapped about Susan's waist, hugging her tightly against her burning body. She rocked and rolled her naked hips hard against those of Susan, then began to grind against them as she did when Tom was atop her.
As their lips met again, it was Julie's tongue that slithered forth and penetrated Susan's mouth, probing deeply and tantalizingly. They moaned against one another, and when Susan slipped a hand between their tightly pressed bodies and began to manipulate one breast, Julie's mind flared and whirled insanely, her legs became weak.
Susan gently twisted one rigid nipple, then pulled ever so gently on it, bringing forth whimpers of ' pleasure from Julie. They banged their pelvises together, but not frantically.
Soft words came from Susan, words of desire and encouragement, words that further inflamed Julie's passion. Susan's hands burned about Julie's throbbing body, probing and touching, feeling and fondling, and then it was between their bodies and stroking the thick mass of pubic hair, and suddenly a finger was pressing at Julie's swollen clitoris. For an insane moment, Julie responded, grinding her hips against the finger. Then, with a cry, she squirmed loose.
"Susan!" she said in a harsh voice. "What are you doing?"
"Darling." Susan's voice was husky, a smile on her face. "Don't fight it. You know you want this."
Julie stared back, wondering if she should be angry at her friend, but she could not be. Her body still tingled where Susan had touched her with those warm, gentle hands.
"I'm ... sorry, Susan," she said after a moment. "I don't want that. I'm not ... that way."
She dressed quickly, aware of Susan's eyes on her as she did so. She felt even more vulnerable in her lacy, transparent panties and bra, and hurried into a skirt and blouse. The silence between them was thick with meaning, and as Julie brushed her hair, her fingers shook visibly.
Susan sat on Julie's bed and watched her, an amused expression her face. "What are you afraid of, Julie?" she asked finally.
"I'm not sure," Julie replied. "Well ... nothing, really."
"Yes you are," Susan laughed easily. "You were afraid of yourself. I could tell. You know, darling, I had no idea you were so responsive to, shall I say, stimulation?"
The flush that came over Julie's face enhanced her beauty. She glanced at Susan's reflection in the mirror and hurriedly lowered her lashes. Susan simply gave that soft laugh again.
There were other things that Julie remembered as she looked at Susan across the way.
There were those little touches now and then, when they were alone during the day. Susan always made sure she was close to Julie, and her hand would brush Julie's body in various places, and she would give her little laugh that made Julie uncomfortable. And there were the kisses, too. Susan would come upon Julie from the back, plant a moist kiss on her neck, her cheek, and once, when Julie had turned quickly, their lips met briefly.
Julie knew something would happen between them sooner or later, and she didn't know if she was ready for it, or wanted it, but she knew that if it did happen, her life would be changed, maybe in a way she didn't want.
She watched Susan stretch in the sun, her lithe body seeming to quiver with a vitality that Julie was quickly becoming aware of. She had never looked at another girl's body like this before, but then, she had never felt this way before, either.
She turned from the window, confused by the thoughts inside her head.
Chapter Two
It was Wednesday afternoon, and Tom had called to tell Julie he would be out of town for the next few days. Julie didn't like the trips he had to take frequently.
It left her with time on her hands, time that was spent in loneliness, and Julie didn't want to be alone. She loved going out for dinner, to dances, the theater. She was twenty-four, and bubbling with the youthful vitality that wanted excitement, fun. But Tom was gone so damned much! Once or twice, when he was away, she had gone out alone, had a drink or two, and then stopped when men tried to pick her up.
Julie wondered about that. Before she married Tom, she had no qualms about spending the night with a man she had just met. In fact, she enjoyed those times with perfect strangers more than she did with men she knew. When Julie was with a man she had known for a while, her sexual appetites seemed subdued, almost constrained, but when she was with a strange man, one she didn't know, she let go and went wild. There was nothing one of those strangers couldn't do to her that she didn't enjoy.
Once, she went with two men. She had known them all of one hour before she was in a motel room with them, naked and eager for the two throbbing cocks they presented to her. She had not been shy with them, either. She had been wanton, surprising both men with delight. She had performed with them like never before, initiating the action herself.
First, she had sucked both of them, letting 'their semen spurt into her mouth, swallowing it greedily. After she had worked them up into hardness again, she had squatted above one of the men and stuffed his prick into her pussy, pressing her breasts against his chest and urging the other man to penetrate her in the ass. Although she was so tightly pressed between the two men and unable to move her body to assist them, she had achieved a fantastic orgasm as they gushed their semen into her cunt and asshole simultaneously.
She had spent the night with them, doing things that amazed the men, and in the morning when she dressed to leave, they begged her for another night, but she refused. She did, however, suck both men off one last time before getting into her own car and driving off, leaving two thoroughly sated and happy men behind her.
Then, meeting and marrying Tom Andrews, Julie found she didn't want anything more to do with strange men. Tom was capable of satisfying her sexual wants well enough, and although he was somewhat constrained in his sexuality, Julie was satisfied. The one thing that bothered her about Tom, however, was that he would not lick her cunt.
He loved the way she used her mouth on his cock, of course, but he would not shove his face in between her thighs, nor would he so much as kiss anywhere near her pussy. And if there was one thing Julie loved above all else, it was getting her cunt sucked.
She wasn't sure why she developed this particular method of sexual satisfaction. She thought it came from years ago, when she had been twelve, and an older man had gotten her into his apartment and removed her panties, and spent a long time sucking and licking and kissing her snatch.
That had been Julie's first sexual experience and also her first orgasm.
For a year after that incident, Julie was the neighborhood piece of ass. How she came through that period of her life with her reputation intact, she had no idea. It amused her to think of those times. The week after the older man had sucked her out, she presented her virginity to a fifteen-year-old boy in the garage of her home, and she was surprised and delighted to learn how much fun sex was.
During the following year, until she was just past her fourteenth birthday, Julie had experimented with sex until she came to be quite proficient. Two weeks after losing her virginity to the young boy, she performed fellatio on another. This boy was her age and frightened about what they were doing.
It happened in her home, when she was alone. The boy enjoyed the sex play she initiated, but after looking at her pussy with the sparse, curling hair around it, he wasn't any too sure about sticking his pecker in that mysterious hole. Julie, a perfect wanton, had shown him how easy it would be by shoving her own finger into her twat and moving it in and out. Although the boy observed this with a great deal of interest, he wasn't about to shove his cock in there. He did, however, carefully insert his own finger into Julie's pussy, only to withdraw it hurriedly, telling her it was too messy.
Julie, boiling with passion by this time, threw the boy down and wrestled him until she had a good grip, and found her face hovering above his limp cock. Although he was her age, the boy's cock was sort of small, his testicles like two marbles, and there wasn't even one hair she could see.
On impulse, and being hot as she was, she suddenly dipped her face down and gulped his little prick into her mouth. The boy, frightened and believing she was going to bite it off, sobbed all the time Julie sucked him. She had her knees straddling his chest, and the poor boy found his nose shoved into the crack of her ass, which frightened him even more.
Somehow, through the boy's fear, his cock became erect, and Julie sucked at it hungrily, thrilled by this new sex sensation. And then the boy came. As Julie's mouth was flooded with the first taste of thick semen, she continued to suck in a frenzy, swallowing each spurt as it came, while the boy screamed that she was killing him.
After it was over, Julie threatened to beat his ass good if he told anyone what she had done. The boy, thinking she had busted something inside him, ran home, knowing he was going to die. But he took Julie's threat seriously, and never told his parents.
Dressed in tight jeans and sloppy shirts that year, Julie ran with a group of boys who were only too pleased to take what she offered them. Frequently, she would be the focal point of their jerk circles, always naked. Usually, during those jerk circles, Julie would be fucked by one of the boys, but most of the time she was sucking a cock and playing with her own pussy for the thrill of seeing the other boys as they jacked off.
Then, just before she left that group, an older boy joined, a boy who was more knowledgeable about sex. In front of the others, he tongue-fucked Julie, and she went wild with pleasure. This boy became her steady boy friend for a few weeks, and she was in heaven every night as he spent long hours just kissing and licking at her snatch. She did not think it odd he never fucked her, or even wanted her to suck him off.
One night, in their secret meeting place in the basement of an old abandoned house, Julie found out why. She entered the basement to find a new girl, and this girl, it turned out, was the sister of her boy friend. The boy wanted his sister to eat Julie's snatch, and the sister agreed to this, but Julie wasn't going to have anything to do with that.
Her boy friend became angry with her and told her that if his sister couldn't tongue her off, then he wouldn't do it anymore either. Julie then sat in a corner, amazed and somewhat disgusted as she watched the sister suck cock, on her knees next to her brother, who was also sucking cock. There were about four young boys in this group, and the brother and sister sucked all of them, side by side, and swallowed the semen with a great deal of joy.
After they had gone through all the boys, the brother and sister then sucked each other.
And Julie stopped running around with them.
Then she became, overnight it seemed to her, a woman. Her breasts were suddenly evident, her hips rounding out, her bottom full and swelling in a perky way, her legs smooth and long. The tight jeans and sloppy shirts disappeared, and skirts and blouses took their place.
Her sex activities did not stop however. They continued all through school, and even during her two years at the local community college. Then she married Tom, and thought she was satisfied, even though she was disappointed that he would not use his mouth on her genitals. She had remained faithful to Tom all this time. Until now, Susan.
It brought to mind that little sister of the boy years ago. Julie knew all about women liking other women, of course, but she never considered that her own best friend would be that way. She, Julie, had never thought about making love with another girl, and had been disgusted years ago at the mere suggestion that she do so.
After Tom's call, Julie felt irritated. She had been bubbling with passion all day long, and was anticipating the coming night. Now, she would be frustrated and nervous. She considered going out for a drink, but the thought of a man approaching her as they always did turned her off.
Dressed in a blouse that strained over her jutting breasts and exposed the lacy outline of her bra, and a miniskirt of green plaid that flared as she moved about, Julie mixed herself a drink and slumped to the couch, dejected. Two whole days and nights alone, she thought, sipping her drink.
Julie was on her third drink when Susan came in.
"Hey, sourpuss," Susan said, seeing the drink and long face. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, that damned husband of mine," Julie said.
"Out of town again. I swear, Susan, that man stays gone more than he's home."
Susan mixed herself a drink without an invitation and sat across from Julie, slumping in the chair. "Well, that's men for you, baby. Here today and gone tomorrow. And always when you need them the most, right?"
"Right!" Julie said, emphatically. "One of these days, I'm going to castrate that bastard."
Susan regarded Julie closely. "That bad, huh?"
"What do you mean?"
"You look like a girl who was wanting a little," Susan grinned.
Julie frowned, tossed off her drink. She got up and went to the small bar and fixed her fourth. She weaved slightly as she returned to her chair. Susan observed Julie with a knowing expression.
"You're hitting the sauce kind of hard, aren't you, darling?"
"Mind your own business," Julie snapped.
"Hmmmm," Susan murmured.
Julie was slightly intoxicated, but her mind was clear. She could feel the throb between her thighs, and the bra seemed to rub at her sensitive nipples. It had been a week since Tom had screwed her, and she seldom went that long without it. They were silent for a long time, Julie frowning and Susan thinking.
Susan had scooted her bottom to the edge of the chair, her long legs out in front, her short skirt hiked to her crotch, almost. She had a halter around her uptilted breasts, and Julie's eyes were fixed there, seeing Susan's breasts as she had seen them recently in the sun. It didn't help her frustrations at all.
She found herself looking at Susan's thighs, at the creamy flesh. Then she was trying to peer under the short skirt, and thought she could see the crotch of Susan's panties, but wasn't sure whether it was her lurid imagination or not.
When Susan shifted, there was no doubt in Julie's mind that she was seeing the pale green panties. She gazed between Susan's thighs for a longtime, hardly aware of her eyes there. She sipped at her drink, her hands jerky.
"Susan," she blurted suddenly, "about the other day. I don't want any more of that."
"What day, any more of what?"
"The shower," Julie said, her voice a bit thick. "I don't go for that girl-girl stuff. I don't want it to ever happen again."
Susan smiled, saying nothing. She scooted her buttocks closer to the edge of the chair, very much aware of Julie's eyes at her crotch.
"Whatever you say, darling."
"I mean it, Susan," Julie insisted. "I don't want it to happen ever again."
"You said that once."
"Just so we understand each other, okay?"
"Sure, okay."
They drank in silence, but Julie continued to peer under Susan's skirt. Finally, Julie got up to make another drink, and Susan handed her glass to her. "Me, too."
Julie prepared the drinks and returned to stand beside Susan, handing her the drink. As Susan took the glass, her other hand dropped over the arm of the chair and fondled the back of Julie's thigh. Julie felt the hand on her flesh, and it started a shiver running up and down her spine. She gazed into Susan's upturned eyes, unsmiling. The hand moved upwards, caressing Julie's thigh, then stopped at the sweet curvature where bottom blended to thigh. Susan traced her finger along the edge of Julie's panties, then made a quick trail along the warm groove between Julie's buttocks.
Julie moved away quickly, dropping into her chair as a flush came over her cheeks. "No more of that, Susan."
"Sure."
Again there was the heavy silence between them. Then, Susan said; "Listen, I've got an idea, Julie. Since you're going to be alone the next few days, why don't you come on over tonight and join Hank and me. We'll cook up a couple of steaks, have a drink or two."
"That sounds like fun," Julie mumbled, "but would Hank mind?"
"Who cares whether he does or not?" Susan smiled warmly. "Besides, he'll probably drink himself silly,, as always."
"He does drink a lot, doesn't he?"
"I don't mind," Susan replied. "He don't bother me when he's drunk."
Julie shot Susan a glance. "You don't want him to bother you?"
"Sometimes," Susan said, "he's not up to the job, and sometimes I don't feel like it."
Julie had heard it all before. She knew Susan wasn't turned on by her husband very often, but she had never considered the reasons why. She was amused at the way Susan put Hank down, glad she and Tom weren't always at each other's throats the way Hank and Susan were.
"I think he just came home," Susan said, cocking her head as the sound of a car came through the open window. "Well, what about it? You'll be over later or not?"
"Sure, why not?" Julie said. "What time?"
"Whenever you want," Susan said, getting to her feet. "I'll put those steaks on now."
After Susan was gone, Julie had one more drink, then decided she was getting a little drunk. She went to her bedroom and showered, spending a long time soaping and scrubbing her body. Her hands moved about her flesh in a way that excited her, and she found herself leaning weakly against the wall, one hand squeezing hard at a breast, the other plunging in and out of her hair-lined twat, rubbing and twisting almost brutally at her inflamed clitoris.
It had been years since she masturbated, and after she brought herself to an orgasm, she was disgusted. The orgasm was weak, unsatisfactory to her, and she was still bubbling with passion. Dressing in a tight sheath of black and white checks, she felt she was quite attractive, her long thighs bare beneath the short hem of the dress, her finely boned ankles and feet encased in a pair of Roman sandals.
After brushing her hair until it shined with sparkling lights, she applied a faint coat of pearl-pink lipstick on her full lips. After a moment's consideration, she decided not to wear mascara. Her eyes were dark enough as it was, and the long lashes were almost black. She stared at her reflection for a long time, feeling the racing of her pulse, wondering why it was, and quickly shoving the thought into the back of her mind as the answer started to become clear.
The sun was setting as she crossed the narrow strip of lawn. She ran the bell, and the door was opened by Hank.
"Hi, sweet thing," he greeted her, waving a tall drink in his hand. "Come on in."
He was, Julie saw, already on his way to a glorious drunk.
Apparently he had recently come from the shower, because he was in his robe and his hair was damp. Julie scooted past him and entered the living room. Susan called from the kitchen that the steaks were just starting, and that Julie should find a seat someplace and be comfortable for a while.
"Drink, sweet thing?" Hank offered, going to their bar without waiting for an answer. "If I remember correctly, you like bourbon on the rocks, right?"
Julie nodded. Usually, she was not so silent with either Hank or Susan, but she was still troubled by the thoughts that were in her head, by the self-induced climax she had given herself in the shower, frustrated by its weakness. She sat in an armchair, her legs crossed.
When Hank brought her the drink, she noticed his robe part briefly, and her heart fluttered as she realized Hank was naked beneath it. She had caught a very brief, almost vague, glimpse of the very tip of his cock. But it was enough to make her pussy twitch and increase her sense of denial.
Then Susan came from the kitchen, and Julie's heart seemed to leap into her throat. Susan, beautiful under any conditions, was radiant. But what bothered Julie was the fact that Susan was wearing a filmy gown, as if she were ready for bed. It was a short gown, hanging just below her crotch, exposing her lovely thighs to flawless perfection, and the tips of her breasts strained hard at the thin material.
Chapter Three
Susan perched on the arm of her husband's chair facing Julie, one creamy thigh exposed as she crooked her knee, the other straight out, foot firmly on the floor. She draped her arm about her husband's shoulder, sipping a can of beer.
Despite the way Susan spoke of her husband's sexual abilities, it was quickly becoming obvious to Julie that he was quite capable of sticking that thing into a girl.
They had been sitting there for some time, food forgotten, consuming alcohol in great quantities. That, plus what Julie had drunk that afternoon, was having its effect on her. She didn't seem intoxicated, however.
Nor did Hank and Susan.
Hank had been relating some of his experiences, and although the Applings and Andrews's had become very friendly, the talk now seemed to revolve more freely about the subject of sex. The four had always skirted the issues of sexuality, but like other close friends, they had hinted and teased without meaning anything by it. There had been, during some of the more drunken parties, a few caresses and kisses between each other, but no more than what happened with other couples.
The previous conversations concerning sex had been subtle and veiled, never bold and vulgar. But now, with Julie alone with the Applings, the talk was very bold and not just suggestive but blunt and to the point. Despite her many experiences, Julie found herself stimulated by the boldness of Hank and Susan. They seemed to be different people than the ones she had known all this time.
" ... so this old lady and her daughter just dropped right on their knees and gave us the best goddamn blow jobs ever," Hank was saying. He held his glass in one hand and was slowly rubbing his other up and down his wife's thigh, from her knee to the edge of the gown.
"What?" Julie asked, not hearing the first part.
"These two broads in the bar," Hank grinned. "Mother and daughter, they were. They wouldn't come across for us, like I said, because they didn't want to be unfaithful to their husbands. Instead, they had us go around back of the bar, and while we leaned against the damned building, they got on their knees and knobbed our dongs. They said that wasn't being unfaithful to their old men."
Susan laughed throatily, hugging her husband.
Julie couldn't remember how the conversation became so bold, but the words sent shivers up and down her flesh. She felt free and easy with Hank and Susan, as though listening to Hank talk about his sexual life was the most natural thing in the world. Even Susan seemed to take delight in hearing of it.
The conversation would become lost to her now and then, and some phrases seemed to come loud and clear, while others were muted or not heard.
" ... show me a man who won't eat it and I'll show you an unfaithful wife ... the best cocksucker ever ... those cunts aren't crossways, no matter what you hear ... they're the same as the round-eyes ... that gook girl could sure lap it up ... took it right up the asshole like a greased stick ... "
All the words drifted in and out of Julie's mind, and she would shiver with each one, wondering why she missed so much of his conversation. He had become careless, she saw, as he talked and drank. His robe fell open, and she was gazing at a pair of hairy balls and a cock that was half hard. How long she had been looking at Hank's genitals, Julie had no idea. With a slight flush, she looked up at Susan, and found the blonde gazing back at her with an amused expression on her face.
Hank had, Julie noticed now, worked his hand down his wife's back and had pulled the short gown up far enough so that he was caressing one firm cheek of Susan's ass. This open display of unabashed sexuality had its effects on Julie. The crotch of her panties were moist, almost uncomfortably so, and she could feel the way her pussy lips seemed to swell and throb. She was sitting with her own legs straight out, the short hem of her sheath hiked high. A quick glance down told her that Susan and Hank could see, clearly, the crotch of her panties. And she didn't care. She felt a strange thrill bubble inside her, knowing she was exposed to their eyes, that Hank's cock and balls were almost completely revealed to her, that he was playing with Susan's ass, that Susan didn't seem to mind.
" ... and she was only thirteen years old," Hank was saying, his voice thick now with drink. "Thirteen, imagine, and took on all four of us without so much as batting an eye! Those Arabs sure know how to raise a girl, I'll tell you."
Hank Appling had something to do with oil, she knew, but she had not known he had traveled so extensively before marrying Susan. He certainly had never spoke of such adventures before, at least not to her.
It dawned on Julie that all the put downs that Susan did with Hank was simply a put on. Hank wasn't as impotent as Susan tried to make her believe. In fact, he seemed capable of taking on a couple of girls and satisfying them quite well.
As she continued to listen to Hank's sexual exploits, she let her eyes gaze unashamedly at his genitals. If Susan didn't mind, then by God, Julie was damn well going to look. Hank's robe came farther apart, and he didn't seem at all concerned that he was fully exposed now. Susan kept her amused eyes on Julie, now and then looking significantly at her husband's cock and balls. She squirmed her buttocks into his caressing hand, and Julie saw the fingers of Hank squeeze the creamy white flesh now and then.
Hank had pulled his wife's gown up far enough now so that Julie saw the blonde pubic patch, and she was startled momentarily to see the moist pink of Susan's clitoris peeking from the golden strands.
The drinks continued to flow easily and swiftly, and then it was dark outside and lights had been turned on in the Appling house. Julie lost all sense of time, but felt pleasant and warm. She liked this sudden drift of conversation, and wished Tom could be with them. She was sure he would approve. Tom was not a prude. He was very sexy and outspoken himself, and she knew for a fact that he would enjoy very much looking at Susan the way Julie, was seeing her now.
The thought entered her mind that it was quite possible they could arrange a swapping of mates, and she looked again at Hank's cock, which was now in a full state of erection. Swapping with another couple had never entered Julie's mind before, but then, she had never been in just this situation before, either. She wondered if Tom would enjoy fucking Susan, and felt he would be out of his mind if he wouldn't. Susan was absolutely lovely, even that blonde mass of pubic hair was lovely, and so was that pink clitoris that Julie could see so clearly now.
In fact, Susan was sitting in such a way that her whole crotch was fully revealed. She had drawn her feet upon the arm of Hank's chair and was sitting with them close together, but knees apart. The gown was now at her waist, and the whole of her genitals were as exposed as were Hank's. The thing that confused Julie in her foggy mind was that she seemed to be looking at Susan's cunt a whole lot more than she was at Hank's cock and balls.
Wondering why, she gazed openly at Susan's pussy, considering the reason. Susan's creamy buttocks were showing slightly, the warm crack between them like a fine line that went up into puffy pussy lips that were surrounded by fine, golden hair. Susan's cunt did not gape, but the lips remained closed and finely shaped, with just the tip of her clitoris exposed to indicate the state of her excitement. Everything between Susan's thighs was soft and becoming, pretty even.
Then she looked at Hank's upstanding cock and dangling balls.
His legs were hairy, she noted, as were the balls. The hair was thick around the base of his cock, I growing all the way to his navel. He was all hard and muscular, and the head of his cock was bright pink in color, the pee hole flaring with a bead of clear fluid clinging to it.
Julie's head went from pussy to dick, and somehow Susan's genitals seemed to be the more appealing to her. Why this was so, Julie couldn't understand. She had seen naked girls before, at school mostly, but they had not appealed to her. Yet, with a frightening thought, she realized that Susan's pussy appealed to her a great deal more than her husband's hard-on.
" ... and I'd screw you, too," Hank was saying, grinning wickedly and meaningfully under Julie's hiked-up skirt. "Screw you, hell ... I'd shove my face in that thing and gobble all fucking night!" He had his hand on his cock now, and was openly stroking his fist up and down it, his other hand slipping under Susan's ass and tracing a finger along the fine slit of her exposed cunt.
"You would what?" Julie said stupidly, watching his finger as it moved about Susan's pussy.
"Fuck you, sweet thing," Hank repeated, stroking his dick. "I'd stick this big thing right up that cute pussy and fuck you right smart."
"And I'd beat the shit out of you, Hank Appling," Susan said, but her grin took the sting from her words. "If Julie wants that monster in her pussy, she'll say so."
Hank laughed and poked his wife in the pussy with his finger, bringing a yelp from Susan. "Stop that you bastard!" she said, reaching down and pulling! his hand away. "You poke me there once more and I'm going to pour this cold beer on your cock, hear?"
Hank laughed, and kept on stroking his cock. As he did, he began to pull his wife over onto his lap, Susan laughed and resisted, but he was too strong for her. Julie watched, as though detached from her body, as Susan was pulled protestingly onto her husband's lap.
"Hank, you son of a bitch, don't do it!" Susan was saying, but her voice didn't sound angry to Julie. "Not with Julie here, you horny bastard! Stop it ... goddamn you, I'll cut that thing off!"
"I need a piece of ass, baby," Hank was saying, working his prick up so the head was stuffed between the hairy lips of Susan's cunt, her thighs spread wide on either side of his, facing Julie.
Julie giggled softly as she saw Hank's prick working up and down in his wife's slit. She was still trying to get away. Hank now had his hands on Susan's breasts, pulling the gown away to reveal the magnificent mounds. He was lunging up and down, but just the swollen head of his cock was all he could manage in such an awkward position. Yet, it exposed Susan's clitoris fully, and it was obvious to Julie that Susan was highly aroused. A girl's clitoris didn't become so pink and swollen unless she was.
"Fuck her," Julie murmured softly, her hand grasping a breast over her dress and squeezing hard. "Fuck her pussy ... screw her in the cunt ... fuck her ... fuck her ... fuck her ... "
But Susan wasn't having any of it.
She finally managed to break free, getting to her feet and glaring down at her husband, who grinned drunkenly up at her. "Goddamn you, Hank Appling!" And she tipped the can of cold beer upside down, letting it stream onto his cock and balls.
Julie was fascinated at the way his cock slowly drooped, then shriveled into a small, wrinkled and useless appendage. She giggled and pointed at it. "You lost it, Hank! You lost your hard-on!"
"Fucking bitch," he mumbled, looking at the beer in his lap and the sorry way his cock now hung between his legs. "I ought to spank your ass for that."
"Try it, smart ass," Susan snapped. "Try and spank me and that thing will be stuffed up your fucking asshole so fast, you'll think it's a telephone pole!"
Hank laughed drunkenly, fondling his limber dick sadly. "Julie wouldn't have done that," he mumbled.
"You don't know what Julie would have done, you drunken slob," Susan said. "You ever try that stunt again, buster, and I'll slap you silly."
"What stunt?" Hank seemed genuinely baffled.
"Fucking me ... with Julie watching," Susan said.
"I don't mind," Julie said suddenly, surprising herself. "Go ahead and screw. I'll just sit here and watch. Better than being alone, at any rate."
"You're a real lady," Hank mumbled, "and that's a real pretty peepee under your panties. Since Susan has closed the door, why don't you and me just go on into the bedroom and fuck, huh, sweet thing?"
"Leave her alone," Susan said, wagging her buttocks to the bar for another beer. "Julie, how about a fresh drink?"
"Fine," Julie giggled, knowing she wouldn't. But she felt so good, as if everything was going to be just right. She no longer thought it odd that Hank and Susan were this way. In fact, it seemed natural and perfectly right. She felt gay and light-hearted as she accepted the drink from Susan. She had squirmed about so that her dress had pulled into her lap now, the lacy pink panties fully exposed. She didn't mind; she felt like doing something unusual, and exposing herself this way was certainly unusual, she felt.
Hank had not covered himself, nor did he achieve another hard on. He slumped drunkenly in the chair, eyes closing and his breathing coming heavy with sleep.
Susan continued to stand next to Julie, and when Julie felt a hand on her right breast, she looked up. Susan was smiling down at her, her pale blue eyes bright, sparkling. As her fingers gave her breasts a gentle squeeze, Julie smiled back. She placed her free hand on top of Susan's, pressing the palm hard against her breasts and moaning softly.
Then Susan leaned down, and Julie felt the pressure of the girl's lips on hers, the hand still cupping her breast. Wantonly, Julie thrust her tongue into Susan's mouth, wiggling it around as she groaned in passion. She felt Susan pull her hand from underneath hers, leave her breast, and glide smoothly down her quivering stomach, over one thigh, then in between, tracing a hot pattern along the sensitive inner flesh. Julie gasped aloud into Susan's mouth as the hand cupped her pussy, pressing hard for a brief moment, then exploring the moist crotch and finding the sensitive clitoris. Julie felt the pressure of Susan's finger on her clitoris, and she responded with an upward thrust of her pelvis, grinding in tiny circles.
Then, abruptly, Susan's hand and lips were gone. Julie slumped on her chair, moaning at the loss. She couldn't see quite clearly, and she watched Susan walking toward the hallway, her body fuzzy, as though out of focus. When Susan disappeared, Julie stared blearily at Hank, who was almost slumping from his chair, his cock and balls blatantly exposed, but soft and wrinkled. The beer still clung to his pubic hair, and he had a weird grin on his sleeping face.
Impulsively, Julie reached out and cradled his balls in her palm, then using her other hand, she wrapped her fingers about his soft dick and jerked up and down on it. He did not become erect, but she brought a bead of clear fluid to the peehole there. Again, on impulse, she dropped to her knees, almost falling into his lap. Steadying herself, she leaned down and ran the tip of her tongue along Hank's cock, wiping up the fluid. Holding his cock in her fingers, she stretched it up, ran her tongue along the soft flesh, down into his hairy balls. She used the tip of her tongue to bounce them.
Susan, standing in the doorway, watched, grinning to herself.
Chapter Four
A muffled sound startled Julie, and she quickly pulled her face from Hank's crotch. She staggered upright, weaving, as Susan returned to the living room.
"Did you ... " Julie started to say.
"Are you sober enough to help me get this big lug to bed, Julie?" Susan asked, ignoring what Julie was going to say. "I can't let him stay out here all night."
"Sure," Julie said, her voice thick with alcohol and passion.
They struggled and grunted under the dead weight, but managed to carry and drag him into the bedroom, where they let him flop onto the mattress. His robe came open, and Susan grasped his cock and pulled it, but playfully. "That was mean," she said, "trying to do that to me with you watching, Julie."
Julie giggled. "I didn't mind," she said, reaching down and tugging at Hank's balls. "I think it would have been exciting to watch you get screwed, Susan."
Susan faced Julie, her eyes gleaming. "Listen, dumpling ... it might be a good idea if you spent the night here. I doubt if you could crawl home right now."
"Might as well," Julie giggled drunkenly. "Tom's gone, so I can't get anything there. Besides, old Hank might wake up with another hard-on. Susan, if that happens, I'm gonna give you a run for that big thing. I'm getting hotter with every look at it."
Susan laughed softly, taking Julie's arm and leading her from the room. "If that bastard can get a hard-on in that condition, you can have it, baby."
Susan led Julie into the other bedroom, and Julie saw the blankets had already been turned down. "You wanted me to stay all the time," she said, wagging a finger at Susan. "Shame on you. I bet you want to try something with me, yourself. Like that day in the shower. Well, you just better not, Susan Appling."
Susan gave her a gentle push, and Julie fell across the bed, giggling foolishly. She felt Susan's hands on her clothing, and tried to struggle playfully, but she had consumed a lot more drinks than Susan had, and she was uncoordinated.
"Hey, don't take my clothes off, Susan," she protested happily. "If you take my clothes off, you'll see me naked, and you might try to do something to me. You better not take advantage of me."
"I wouldn't do that, baby," Susan said softly.
"You wouldn't?" Julie looked up with unfocused eyes at Susan.
"Of course not."
"Then, why do you have your finger up my pussy?"
Susan laughed. "That isn't my finger, Julie ... it's yours."
Julie looked down her naked body. "How about that," she giggled, pulling her finger from the hairy lips. "I thought you were feeling me up!"
Susan smiled, leaned down and gave Julie a kiss on the lips. She tweaked an erect nipple, then stood upright. "Go to sleep, baby. You drank too much."
"You're nice, Susan," Julie murmured, curling up into a ball. She placed her hands under her cheek, drawing her knees up to her breasts. Susan could see the round bottom, so sweet and vulnerable in this position. She paused at the door, looking at Julie again. The sweet bottom was parted slightly, and the I pucker of Julie's asshole was barely visible, but the pouting lips of her hairy twat was fully exposed with her legs drawn up that way.
Susan returned to the room Julie was sleeping in after she had showered. Crawling over the sleeping girl, she lay beside her. Julie turned in her sleep, her arm thrown over Susan's naked breasts, one hand cupping softly. Susan continued to lie still, a smile on her face. She had not turned off the light, and she looked into Julie's pretty face as she slept.
Very carefully, she molded her fingers about one of Julie's breasts, fondling it gently, not hard enough to wake Julie. Slipping down a bit, Susan shoved her face close, kissing the perky pink nipple. Her tongue came out, and she licked along the pebbled surface of one nipple, then eased Julie onto her back. Both breasts were tight and standing upright, not flattening out. She kissed each in turn, then worked her lips about the creamy surface, her tongue fluttering to taste the delicious girl flesh.
Very carefully, Susan closed her warm lips on Julie's nipples, sucking gently as her tongue butter-flied about. She paid oral homage to each pink tip in turn, then buried her face into the creamy valley, kissing the flesh and moaning softly. She felt Julie stir and froze. After being rebuffed in the shower that day, gently of course, but rebuffed just the same, Susan did not want Julie to wake now.
Susan had confidence in herself, but the time was not yet right for the sleeping woman to regain consciousness. This was not Susan's first Lesbian seduction, and she well knew her partner had to be brought into the right mood.
Julie was still again, and Susan began working her tongue about the sweet breasts again, laving carefully and slowly, thrilling to the woman taste of Julie. Her nostrils inhaled the delicate scent of Julie's perfume, and it was a subtle scent, but an arousing one at the same time. The perfume, the delicious breasts, the taste of Julie's wonderful flesh, combined to have an arousing, almost intoxicating, effect on Susan.
She left the sugary breasts and ran her tongue downward, pausing at the flat stomach that lifted gently and fell. She paused at the dimpled navel, looking at it and thinking how sweet it was. As she looked at Julie's navel, Susan caressed her body, sliding her hand under the short gown and over her hips, then down to the curling patch of golden pubic hair. She stroked her pussy as her breathing increased, her body sliding farther down on the bed.
She paused once more, and now had her face above the dark-haired pout of Julie's cunt. Julie was lying in such a manner that her thighs were closed, but by gently parting the silken strands, Susan was able to look closely at the thin line of Julie's pussy.
Still being careful not to disturb the girl, she slowly pressured Julie's legs apart, far enough so that she could lie between them with her face close to the fragrant vagina. For a long time, Susan studied Julie's twat, seeing the puffy lips, the way the hair grew thickly above, and became thinner on each side of the lips, then finally tucking neatly into the crack of those luscious ass cheeks. As she studied Julie's genitals, Susan's hips were moving, squirming. She pressed them up and down on the mattress, feeling the pressure against her own inflamed clitoris. It was very difficult to control herself now that she was so close to her desired object.
Susan had seen a number of female genitals before, and closer than she was now seeing Julie's, but Julie had the most beautiful pussy Susan had ever seen before. If there was such a thing as a perfect, flawless cunt, then it certainly was Julie's. The delicate perfume drifted upward, and Susan smiled to herself. It was Susan's contention that a woman who perfumed her pussy was a woman who ; would enter into almost any sexual activity. A perfumed cunt, to Susan, meant the woman kept herself clean, always prepared for her next sexual adventure.
Very gently, Susan stroked Julie's pussy with the tips of her fingers, not applying pressure, but tracing the outline of the puffy lips and the exquisite slit. A slight, gentle probe of her finger told her that Julie was moist, somewhat aroused.
Susan smiled to herself again, thinking Julie damn well should be aroused. That show earlier would have aroused anyone, or should have, she thought.
Carefully, Susan lowered her head, and her lips made contact with the hair-lined lips of Julie's cunt. Susan pressed a delicate, moist kiss to the pouting petals, then with the tip of her tongue, she slowly and carefully licked up the slit, stopping at the very top where she tasted the slightly distended clitoris.
Julie moaned in her sleep and twisted about. Susan quickly lifted her head and watched Julie as she shifted into a more comfortable position. Julie was now lying on her right side, her hands again tucked under her cheek and knees drawn up. For a moment Susan gazed at the lovely curve of Julie's naked ass, then planted a moist kiss on one cheek.
By this time, Susan was so aroused she was almost beside herself. Her passion for Julie had been slowly bubbling for a long time, and now that the time was near, she was steaming and shaking with passion.
Yet, she held back.
From the way Julie was lying, it would have been easy enough for Susan to get her mouth on that delicious cunt from behind, and she would have the best of both worlds, so to speak, because that fine ass was exposed, too. But Susan was a girl of extraordinary passions. Once she was aroused, she was aroused for a long time to come. She also liked to savor the ultimate contact, think about it, let her passions grow as she thought how sweet it would be once she had her mouth on a hairy snatch.
Moving from the sleeping girl, Susan crawled to the side of the bed, and sat there, leaning against the wall. She was close to Julie, and she draped her legs over the sleeping girl without disturbing her. Quickly, she removed her gown and sat there naked, her knees apart and one hand on her breast, the other stroking and fondling her own cunt. As she stimulated herself, she watched Julie's sleeping face, again thinking how pretty she was. It was nice to be feeling herself with her legs over Julie's body, watching that loveliness.
But it would be nicer in another way.
Moving slowly, Susan positioned herself so that her left leg was over the top of Julie's head, her right one across Julie's left shoulder. Scooting down carefully, Susan now had her pussy inches from Julie's face. Now she could stroke her cunt and imagine it was Julie doing it for her.
Something tugged at Julie's sleeping brain, and slowly she came awake. Her eyes fluttered open, then closed again. And suddenly they were wide open.
Julie found her face maybe six inches from the golden-haired twat of her best friend. Her breath had caught in her throat, and she felt an odd sensation inside her body. Her heart was beating rapidly, and she struggled to control her breathing to make Susan believe she was still asleep.
She had never seen a girl masturbating before, had never had her face so close to a girl's genitals before. It was fascinating to Julie, exciting even. She watched the long-nailed finger move up and down the fine slit, two fingers finally parting the lips to expose a wonderfully swollen clitoris. Julie examined Susan's clitoris with curiosity. It wasn't any different than her own, she thought. Maybe a bit longer, but that was all. She could see the moist inner part of Susan's cunt, the smaller lips between the larger I ones, and the shape of Susan's ass and the soft inner I surfaces of her long, creamy thighs.
Julie didn't feel at all drunk anymore. Her mind was clear, and she was sober. If she had still been drunk, she could have justified what she did, but being sober, there was no excuse-except a powerful passion.
Past lowered lashes, she glanced up at Susan's face. Susan had her eyes closed as she leaned against the wall, one hand squeezing into a resilient breast as her other dug and fondled her moist pussy. Dropping her eyes again, Julie saw that Susan was writhing her bottom now, making slow circles as her finger dipped into the moist opening, then dragged up over the swollen clitoris.
Fully awake now, with her own lust rumbling hotly by the scene before her, already having been worked up previously by the incident in the living room, Julie was unable to stop herself.
Her hands came from under her cheek, and she wrapped one of them around Susan's hips, the other over the thighs. Susan's eyes popped open just as Julie's face pressed into her crotch.
"Darling," she murmured, squirming her cunt in tight against Julie's lips as she kissed the hair-framed snatch. "Ohhh, that's what I want, baby."
Julie's mind was exploding, but she didn't care. It seemed that Susan's cunt was burning against her mouth, searing her lips with a brand that would forever proclaim what she had done.
Holding Susan's hips and thighs tightly, she kissed almost brutally at the hairy pussy, then her tongue snaked out and ran the length of the slit. Susan wiggled into Julie's face, sighing and murmuring. She caressed the back of Julie's head, calling out whispered encouragement.
"Stick your tongue inside me, darling," she whispered throatily. "Run your tongue up my; pussy ... that's the way! Ohhhh, sweet ... so sweet, Ahhhh, yes, darling ... lick my clitoris! Oooooo, tongue me, Julie! Oh, God ... I love your sweet tongue on my cunt!"
Julie's mind was whirling insanely. She was hardly thinking of what she was doing. Her tongue moved and licked, tasted and delved. She twirled it about Susan's sensitive clitoris, and worried it up and down, back and forth. Opening her mouth wide, she tried to close her lips over the whole of Susan's cunt' as her tongue licked at the moist, sweet flesh.
Susan twisted about until she was kneeling above Julie's face. Julie had rolled onto her back, but kept a tight grip on Susan's ass with both her hands now, her face shoved hard against the spreading crotch. With her hands holding Susan's ass, fingers digging at the pliable flesh, her tongue shoved as far as she could get it up the hot, steaming pussy, Julie peered up past the thick cunt hair into Susan's burning eyes.
Susan squirmed back and forth against Julie's face, a smile of passion on her face. Julie's lips closed about the protruding clitoris, sucking furiously as her tongue toyed with the tip. Her nose, lips, and chin were smeared with the seeping fluids. Susan ran her arm behind her back and reached, found Julie's pussy and stroked the swollen clitoris. With something pressing and twisting at her clitoris, Julie rolled and twisted her hips as she sucked and licked.
"Ohhhh, honey ... baby ... darling," Susan ; crooned as she waggled her crotch against Julie's mouth. "Oh, sweetheart ... I've wanted this for so long! Ahhh, suck me, baby ... tongue my pussy! ... Ooooo, you're going to make me come soon!"
Julie gave no thought to bringing her friend to a climax. She wasn't thinking of anything, really, except the fine hair that covered her face like a beard, of the velvety taste of another girl, of a pussy. Her fingers dug harshly into the firm globes of Susan's ass, trying to get more and more of that ever so delicious cunt against her mouth.
As she sucked and licked, Julie made soft whimpering sounds deep in her throat, sounds of exquisite pleasure, sounds of enjoyment. Her hips twirled against Susan's fingers, and she struggled furiously to thrust her tongue deep into the burning twat. She had never in her life kissed a pussy before, but she was a girl, and she knew what she liked. So, most of her oral attentions were paid to Susan's swollen clitoris. As she sucked on the tiny bit of flesh, Julie couldn't help but compare it to a miniature cock. Yet, it wasn't a cock, and it seemed ever so much better, so much more delicious. Eating a pussy didn't stretch her lips to their limits, didn't probe the back of her throat until she would gag at times. And the fluids ... a girl's pussy fluid was so much different, she thought. The taste is delicate almost, not the thick, sometimes bitter taste of a man's semen.
The thighs on each side of her head were smooth and warm, not hairy and hard. The buttocks her hands held so tightly were smooth, not as muscled as a man's.
"Ooooo, baby," Susan yelped, twisting her crotch down into Julie's mouth. "That's it, baby! Oh, God ... I can't hold it back ... any longer! I've got to ... come!"
Julie's eyes sparkled with reply, and then she felt Susan's cunt convulse about her tongue and lips. As the strong spasms struck Susan, Julie sucked harder yet, her tongue flying swiftly, not at all minding the harsh banging of Susan's crotch against her face.
Susan yelped again, and fell from Julie, sprawling face down across the bed, heaving and gulping. Julie sat up, wiping the back of her hand across her wet, slightly bruised lips. She crossed her legs before her, and regarded Susan's naked body. She looked at the swell of Susan's lovely bottom, the long, creamy thighs ... and became very excited.
After a while, Susan sat up and smiled at Julie. "You were sweet, Julie. I had no idea that you'd ... "
Julie smiled back. "That I'd lick you that way? Neither did I, Susan. I don't know why I did it. I woke up and there it was, right in my face almost, and I just had to, well, do something with it."
Susan leaned forward and pressed her lips to Julie's in a quick kiss. "Are you mad at me, baby?"
"Mad?" Julie frowned, then brightened. "I don't think so, Susan. I mean, you didn't make me do it. I did it of my own free will."
For a long time, the two girls looked at one another, each in their own thoughts. Finally, Susan said: "Julie, let me lick your pussy. I've wanted to do it for so long. Please, baby, don't stop me now."
"Stop you?" Julie laughed happily. "Stop you, Susan? The thought had not entered my head, but I'll say this; if you don't-lick my pussy, I'm going to put my clothes on and go home right now, and that's the end of our friendship."
Susan gave a throaty laugh, her arms held up and out. Julie came into them, and as their naked breasts smashed into each other's, their mouths closed in a long, passionate kiss. As the kiss grew, their hands caressed and felt each other's body, touching at new places, exploring secret crevices, tweaking here and there.
"Do me, Susan," Julie said in a husky voice, sprawling back on the bed and flinging her legs wide. "Do me the way I did it to you."
Susan gave a bubbling laugh again, then crawled between the long, beautiful thighs. She ran her palms up and down the smooth flesh, sending shivers of delight racing up and down Julie's naked body. She trembled with anticipation, wondering why she had stopped Susan that day in the shower. This was so much more beautiful than with a man, she thought. Susan's touch was soft, not hard and forced the way a man's was.
As Susan worked her fingers slowly up between Julie's spread thighs, Julie writhed with the excitement of what was about to happen to her. It had been so long since anyone had kissed her pussy, since Tom refused to do so. Being kissed between her legs was one of Julie's most passionate desires. There were times when she preferred a tongue to a hard, long cock. A tongue could do so much more for a girl, she felt. A tongue could wiggle and lick and probe, and all a cock was able to do was plunge in and out.
"Come on, Susan," Julie whimpered, lifting her hips high into the air as Susan's fingers stroked about the distended clitoris. "Don't tease me, not now. I'm hot, Susan ... I want you to kiss me there ... kiss my on my pussy! Hurry, Susan ... don't tease me any more!"
"I won't, baby," Susan said softly, placing her hands on Julie's thighs and pulling them wider yet. "I won't tease you."
She lowered her face and kissed the hairy slit, then shoved her tongue forth and began to lick up and down, taking long, slow strokes, pressing the flat surface of her tongue against the puffy lips. Worming the tip of her tongue between the moist lips, she found the steaming little clitoris, and flicked back and forth on it, sending Julie into shivering delight.
As urgent-as Julie was, Susan took her time. She ran her tongue down one pouting pussy lip, crossed over at the swell of Julie's buttocks, and licked up the other side, then around the edges of the curly hair. As she traced this same pattern time after time, Julie lifted her legs and draped them across Susan's shoulders, her heels resting on the smooth naked back. She squeezed her thighs tightly around Susan's face, and bucked up and down, mewling with the intensity of the pleasure that licking tongue produced.
After what seemed hours to Julie, Susan began to work her tongue up and down the moist, steaming pussy, spending a long time at the inflamed clitoris. Finally, just as Julie had done, Susan closed her lips about the explosive protrusion and began to suck it. Julie squealed with delight, and began to bang her crotch up and down, not caring if she bruised Susan's mouth.
Susan didn't mind the violence at all. In fact, it was an indication that she was pleasing Julie, and she wanted to please this pretty girl, as much as she wanted to please herself. She mewled from deep in her throat as she licked and sucked the hairy cunt, the sound almost animal-like. She slipped her hands underneath the squirming buttocks and cupped them, holding the writhing crotch in the air to enable her mouth to have a better position. She sucked and licked and kissed, her tongue twirling about the clitoris, then digging into the softness of the pussy, only to return again to the delicious clitoris. She could feel the warm juices against her cheeks and chin, and she loved it.
Julie threw her head back, eyes closed tightly, her bottom lip caught between her even, white teeth in lust. She whimpered and mewled as the sensations flowed through her nakedness. Nothing had ever felt this good to Julie before, not the many boys and men who had sucked her cunt had ever produced such fantastic sensations. She wanted to call out her passion, to urge Susan to greater efforts, but the words stayed in her throat and mind. Her hands clawed at her firm breasts, fingers digging at the sugary mounds, tugging and twisting her own nipples as the pressure grew higher inside her twisting body. Oddly, she thought of a tea kettle on a roaring fire, steaming and whistling. She was almost the same as that tea kettle, but it was her cunt that was steaming, and the whimpers of delight was the whistle.
"Aahhhhh!" The sound erupted from Julie's throat. Her body grew tense, and then she was rigid. Her orgasm roared powerfully through her nakedness, moving from the top of her head and the tips of her curling toes, only to meet at her cunt like two heavily loaded freight trains head on. "Aaahhh ... Aaahhhh ... " Over and over it came.
Chapter Five
It was mid-morning, and Julie sat in the breakfast nook of the Applings' kitchen. She was drinking coffee and smoking a cigarette, the events of the night before crowding all else from her mind. She was wearing one of Susan's dressing gowns, although it was a size larger than she needed.
Across from her sat Susan, also in a dressing gown. They could hear Hank puttering around in the attached garage.
"That man can drink all night and be up at the crack of dawn the next day," Susan said.
"What?" Julie asked.
Susan smiled. "You're not with me this morning, huh? What's wrong, darling? You're not feeling ashamed about last night, are you?"
Julie frowned, then said, "I don't think so, Susan. I won't pretend I didn't like it; I did, very much."
"Then why the long face?"
Julie collected her thoughts before she spoke. "Well, Susan, I've never done anything like that before, and I've never been unfaithful to Tom. This is the first time I've strayed. That makes me feel a little guilty."
Susan laughed. "You're sweet, baby. But I don't think feeling guilty becomes you. It's obvious you have hidden passions, and I have a hunch that your husband isn't taking care of those the way he should."
"You're too damned perceptive, Susan," Julie said, but smiled to show she wasn't angry.
"Want to tell me about it?"
"Not yet," Julie replied. "Telling you of our sexual life would be like a betrayal to Tom. I've hurt him enough as it is."
"Hurt him?" Susan's eyes studied Julie. "How can you hurt him? There isn't any reason for him to know, is there?"
"We've never kept secrets from each other," Julie said, snuffing out her cigarette and quickly firing up another. "I don't think I want to start doing that now."
"You aren't going to tell him, are you?"
"I don't know."
"If I were you, Julie, I'd give some serious thought about it first. Men are funny animals, you know. They think that cock and balls of theirs is the living end. They believe those items are the answer to a girl's prayer and some men can't accept competition from another girl, not in the so-called sexual arena."
"I know all about that."
"Are you aware that some men become quite violent when they discover that little thing a girl has can be enjoyed by another girl as well? They think it castrates them if another girl enjoys their playground."
Julie suddenly giggled.
"Something funny, baby?"
"I just remembered last night," Julie said. "You told me Hank wasn't up to taking care of you, but I thought he was ready to burst."
Susan smiled. "Well, so I lied a little. Yes, Hank is certainly able to handle a girl."
A frown came over Julie's features again.
"You're doing an awful lot of frowning, Julie," Susan said. "When you aren't giggling, that is. Now what's wrong?"
"I was thinking about last night."
"Delayed guilt?"
"No. I told you I don't feel any guilt about what we've done, but I do about Tom. I was thinking about Hank."
"What about Hank?"
"Does he know?" Julie asked. "I mean, does he know that you like me, like girls?"
Susan laughed, amused by Julie. "Now who wants to know the family secrets? Of course he knows about me, Julie. You don't think I could have spent the whole night in bed with you if he didn't know, do you?"
"And he doesn't mind?"
"It wouldn't do him any good if he did," Susan said with a smile. She reached over the table and placed her hand atop Julie's, squeezing it affectionately. "No, Hank doesn't mind, Julie. If you want the truth, he's a bit of a peeping Tom, if you know what I mean."
Julie's eyes popped wide. "He ... he saw us?"
"No, of course not," Susan laughed again. "He slept all night long. We were alone, baby. Why? Would you mind if he did?"
Julie thought of all the times she had been with boys, of the times she had been with two men simultaneously. But wasn't that different? Wasn't it natural for someone to watch her when she was screwing a man? But to be observed with another woman, eating a pussy, was that natural?
"It seems I don't know you and Hank as well as I thought," she said softly.
"Who ever knows another person, Julie? All of us have some dark secrets we never let out, except at the right time. Who can say what your next door neighbor is doing? Maybe the couple who live on the other side of you are chronic jerk offs, watching each other do it and getting their kicks that way. The person you see on the street may be a baby lover, no matter what face he presents to the public. Do you think it's only a man who looks at you, undresses you in his mind? Why can't it be that beautiful woman that passes you do the same thing? There are woman who walk about in public with a rubber cock stuffed up their cunts, with no one the wiser, you know."
"What are you trying to say?"
"That you never really know anyone, no matter how close they are to you. I remember a girl I went to school with. She was the sweetest thing you could ever meet. So pure, so virginal. Yet, a couple of us girls discovered this sweet little thing came to school with a cock she had fashioned from a piece of wood jammed up her little asshole. No one would have ever suspected her."
"Up her asshole?" Julie's eyes widened.
"That's right, honey-up her asshole. You see, she was a virgin all right, everywhere but her ass."
"What happened to her?"
"She became the only virgin in high school that was getting more cock than all of us put together." Susan smiled as she remembered. "Only thing was, she was taking it up the ass. It seems the boys went in for that sort of thing. Last I heard, she was still a pussy virgin when she got married."
"About Hank ... " Julie started, then fired up another cigarette with shaking fingers.
"What about him?"
"Has he ever watched you with another girl?"
Susan gave a happy laugh. "Want to know all the secrets, huh? Well, if you want to know, he has."
"He doesn't become jealous?"
"Not Hank. He just gets a great big hard-on, and when I finish with the girl, he takes his turn."
"He missed last night," Julie said.
Susan regarded Julie thoughtfully. "Would you have let him screw you last night, Julie?"
"I ... don't know. Last night I was very much aroused, so I probably would have."
"At my expense?"
"Oh, no!" Julie exclaimed. "I mean, afterward. When I came, well, he could have done anything with me."
"You aren't the type to roll over and go to sleep after you come, huh?"
Julie smiled. "Not me ... I want more and more until I'm so exhausted I can't move."
"You know, Julie, your cunt is the prettiest I ever saw. I mean, it's really beautiful."
Julie flushed at the compliment. She had never considered her pussy to be pretty. She knew it provided her with a great deal of fun, but pretty?
"You amaze me, Susan."
"Oh? How is that?"
"Well, I've always thought a ... a ... "
"Lesbian, is that what you mean?"
"Well, yes. I always thought Lesbians were big, hulking women. You aren't that way at all, and neither am I. You're awfully pretty, so feminine."
"Thank you, baby."
"And the words you use," Julie said. "I never thought women used them the way you do. That is, except when in passion. You say them all the time. You didn't before, you know."
"I know, honey, but then, I had not yet tasted that sweet cunt of yours, either. I think we're closer now, why shouldn't I be myself?"
The door connecting the garage opened and Hank came stomping in. Pouring himself coffee, he said: "What are you two girls up to, this early?"
"Early?" Susan said. "It's almost noon, you bastard."
"Bastard, am I?" he grinned as he brought his coffee to the nook and slid in beside his wife. "Seems that I've heard that before."
Julie watched Hank suspiciously, searching his broad, good-looking face for any indication that he knew of last night. He had put away plenty of whiskey, and maybe he was unaware of things. However, his next words caused Julie to flush.
"How was it last night, Susan? Good?"
Susan watched Julie closely, then said: "It was good, Hank."
Despite all her sexual activities, Julie felt her flush heating her cheeks. She had never blushed about sex before, but this was different. She was sitting across from her best friend and her husband, and they were discussing what happened between them as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She felt almost virginal, shy and embarrassed.
"You know," Hank said, as if Julie was not with them, "Julie is the sexiest thing around-besides you, of course, Susan. I've watched her twitch that cute ass many times, get me a hard-on, too, I've wondered if she would be a good screw."
"She is," Julie heard Susan say, and it caused her cheeks to burn, but whether it was with pleasure or embarrassment, she didn't now. "She's a damned good fuck, Hank."
"How in hell would you know?" Hank asked, but he was teasing. "You have a hidden cock or something?"
"Up your ass," Susan said, patting her husband on the cheek. "Now, if you'll let me out of here, Julie and I would like to shower and get dressed."
"Can I watch?" he grinned.
"You try it and I'll bust your balls, Hank." Susan said. "Come on, now, slide out of here."
"Tom probably would, too," Hank said, but there was no fear in his voice. He scooted out and watched happily as one of Susan's breasts popped into view. He pinched the nipple slightly, then stood to one side. "Call me if you need any one to scrub your back or something." He slapped Susan's buttocks playfully as she led Julie by hand from the kitchen.
"Don't worry about him, honey," she soothed the still blushing Julie. "He won't bother us."
Julie's flush left, and she flashed a smile. "Since I seem the unfaithful type, I don't think I'd mind if he did bother me."
Susan laughed and slipped her arm about Julie's waist, hugging her tight. "Now you're being more sensible, honey. Let's get nice and clean and see what develops, shall we?"
Chapter Six
There were no traces of alcohol in Julie's body. She stood beneath the refreshing spray of the Applings' shower, luxuriating in the invigorating water, feeling Susan's hands scrub her back. When Susan began playing more than washing about her hips and bottom, Julie wondered what this strange fascination was, why she was suddenly attracted to Susan.
She tried to make herself feel disgust about the night before, but found it impossible. The taste of Susan's pussy seemed to linger still on her lips, and the curling hair seemed to still tickle delightfully about her chin and cheeks. She thought it odd there was no revulsion for what she had done with Susan.
"Turn around, baby," Susan said, slapping Julie playfully on the hip.
Julie turned and leaned against the shower wall, eyes closed as the gentle hands began to soap her breasts. Tom had performed this same ritual with her before many times, but there was a world of difference when Susan did it. For one thing, Susan's hands were so soft and gentle, as compared to Tom's, which were soft enough, but almost brutal. But she did not mind the roughness of his hands on her. Often enough, the very roughness of him excited her, aroused her passions. There was a lovely contrast to the gentle way Susan washed her breasts, a contrast that was just as stimulating, just as exciting. As Susan's hands moved about her saucy, curvy breasts, Julie felt the throb starting once more in her youthful, slender body.
Still with her eyes closed, she felt Susan's hands move down onto her stomach, washing ever so gently. They seemed to spend ages there, before moving on to her thighs and hips. Her body became slippery with the fragrant soap, arid it was so good to have Susan wash her.
"Your turn, honey," Susan said, her voice sounding thick. "You wash my back now."
Julie opened her eyes to see Susan's smooth back before her, the arching of her bottom, the columns of her creamy thighs. Nervously, she began soaping - Susan's back, her hands circling and going lower and lower. The flesh seemed to tingle against her fingers as she scrubbed, seemed to be alive, a separate thing altogether. She watched as her fingers pulled and pushed the flesh. She had never thought it would be so exciting to have her hands on the skin of another girl.
After scrubbing Susan's back, something came over Julie that was impossible to control. With a little cry she pressed herself tight against Susan's back, her breasts mashed there, her hairy mound hard against the swell of delicious buttocks, her thighs brushing the backs of Susan's. Her arms slipped under Susan's arms, and her hands cupped the two fantastic breasts, closing gently.
Susan sighed and leaned backwards as Julie's mouth warmly kissed the smooth curve of her neck. As she kissed the sweet skin, Julie's hands and fingers fondled the tilted breasts, paying attention to the rigid buttons of those rubber-like nipples, causing Susan to gurgle with pleasure.
Both were of almost identical height, and their bodies fit together perfectly. Susan was a size larger than Julie, but the difference was hardly noticeable.
Susan pressed her bottom back against the matted hair of Julie's pelvis, wiggling it playfully. Then, turning, they wrapped their arms around each other, breasts against breasts, thighs to thighs, and their mouths came together in a searing kiss, tongues fighting for depths into hot, eager mouths. Susan's hands moved down Julie's back to clutch at the hard cheeks of her buttocks, and Julie returned the caress. They pulled one another close, squirming and grinding the hairy mounds together. They breathed harshly as their tongues struggled and twisted, hands digging into sweet flesh.
Finally, Susan pulled away, her eyes smoky in passion, her voice hoarse. "Come on, baby ... let's get out of here."
Together, they ran from the shower, dripping water onto the carpet and not caring. Throwing themselves onto the huge bed, Julie beneath Susan, they continued kissing, their hands moving and feeling. Julie's legs opened, and Susan fitted herself between them. They pressed their steaming cunts against each other, grinding hard, bouncing and bumping as they gasped and yelped in pleasure.
"I love you!" Susan groaned thickly, peering into Julie's sparkling eyes. "God, how I love you. baby!"
"Yes, yes," Julie whispered throatily, her hands holding tightly to the swell of Susan's bottom, thrusting her pussy up and down. "I love you, too, Susan!"
Again they kissed passionately, and as Susan's tongue darted into Julie's mouth, Julie sucked frantically on it, her fingers working into the warm, deep crack of Susan's ass-cheeks. She lifted her long legs and wrapped them around Susan's hips, locking her ankles and twisted in passion from the waist down.
Julie's eyes fluttered open, and she gasped.
"Oh, my God!"
Frantically, she shoved Susan off, grabbing a sheet and pulling it over her nakedness, staring wide-eyed at Hank Appling.
Susan, startled at first, then seeing her husband in the doorway, laughed softly. "Don't worry about Hank, honey. I told you, he's not going to bother us."
Julie's eyes were wide with fear. She huddled beneath the sheet, feeling a warm flush on her cheeks. Susan placed her arm about Julie's shaking shoulders, soothing her with soft caresses and words. "Don't worry, honey. Hank isn't going to bother you. I won't let him."
"But ... but ... "
Hank was grinning, his eyes moving over her sheet-clad body, seeing the two buttons of her breasts boldly outlined, the sweep of her thighs.
"I told you, Julie," Susan was saying in her soft voice, "Hank knows about it, and he won't bother us. Remember, I told you he likes to watch."
Some of Julie's fear was evaporating, but she clung to the protective -sheet with tight fingers anyway, staring at Hank. "But, Susan, I thought you were teasing me. Just talking."
"I wasn't teasing you, Julie. Hank is harmless. He only wants to watch us, that's all."
A nervous smile came onto Julie's face. "Well, if that's all he will do, I guess I don't ... mind."
"That's more like it, Julie," Susan said, kissing a warm cheek as her hand slipped to cup a concealed breast. "Come on, let's take this sheet off."
Reluctantly, Julie let Susan uncover her nakedness. She sat with her knees drawn up, hugging them against her breasts as she gazed at Hank's smiling face. Her eyes dropped, as they always did to the slight bulge beneath his pants. She felt Susan's hands on her breasts again, then moist lips sucking tenderly at her nipples, and she continued to gaze at the lump in Hank's pants. She allowed Susan to pull her onto the bed, let her press her shoulders until she was on her back.
As Susan shoved her legs wide apart, Julie kept her eyes on Hank's crotch, seeing it become larger. Even as Susan lowered her face and began to kiss and lick at her pussy, Julie's eyes remained on the man's groin. There was a perverse thrill flowing through her as Susan licked her snatch, a thrill of knowing Susan's husband was watching everything they did, of being observed naked while the man's wife kissed and sucked her cunt. She wiggled her crotch up into Susan's licking mouth as Hank's eyes gleamed. Susan had pulled her knees underneath her body, her naked, creamy ass waving enticingly in the air as she thrust her tongue in and out of Julie's cunt, then twirled it about the swollen clitoris, her lips sucking tenderly, then almost harshly.
"Mmmmm ... ahhmmmm!" Julie gurgled, her hands on the back of Susan's head now, holding her there as she ground her pussy upwards. With Hank watching them, Julie felt her passions soar, never realizing how good it would feel for a man to see her be eaten by a woman. It was so much different than the times she had been with two men, so much more pleasurable. "Ohhhh, Susan! Ahhhh, Susan! Oooo-oo, Susan!"
"Oh, shit!" Hank grunted.
Julie saw him open his pants, then his enormous cock was free, the head almost bursting, deep red in color. Through passion-fogged eyes, she saw Hank begin to move his fist back and forth on his cock, and he moved stiffly and jerkily toward the bed, his eyes watching with hotness as his wife gobbled this lovely girl's cunt.
"Eat it," Hank said in a thick voice, his fist pumping. His other hand was working at his belt, and his pants slithered down, exposing his genitals fully. He seemed out of focus to Julie, but she made out his heavy, hairy balls dangling below his hard prick, the swelling of that huge head, the seeping fluids from the flaring pisshole. "Suck her cunt, Susan! Tongue fuck her pussy!"
He reached down and pulled one of Julie's hands toward his prick. "Jack me, sweet thing," he urged. "Jerk my cock!"
Julie didn't reply; she couldn't reply. Any words that might have passed her lips would have been nothing but babbling. She felt Hank close her fist about his cock, then he took her wrist, and jerked her hand up and down on that thick, throbbing hardness. When he released her wrist, Julie's hand continued to pump, holding his cock tight in her fist.
"That's it, sweet thing!" Hank grunted, bending slightly and touching Julie's swollen breasts. "Jerk me, Julie! God, what a tit! Just like sugar! Eat her, Susan ... suck her pussy ... lick her fucking snatch! Ohhh, you goddamn fucking cunt-licker ... suck her!"
Julie's eyes were wide, blurry, as she stroked Hank's prick, her hips still bouncing as Susan plunged her tongue in and out of her burning vagina, then licked furiously at the explosive clitoris. Julie's other hand was still at the back of the blonde head, holding it down tightly. She grunted and cooed and sighed and mewled as the pleasure shoved everything else from her whirling mind.
Exactly how it happened, Julie never knew. Somehow, she found herself lying on the very edge of the bed, Hank's cock waving above her face, her fist still jacking frantically. Hank, she noticed through the mistiness of her eyes, was fondling his wife's upraised ass, stroking it and caressing the creamy flesh.
Grinding her crotch hard into Susan's working mouth, Julie felt her orgasm bubble and steam, then it was roaring through her body like the explosion of a nova. She screamed in pleasure and her fist pumped in a frenzy on Hank's cock. In her highest peak, Julie was mindless, not realizing what she was doing. As she came, her hand pumped hard and fast on Hank's throbbing prick, her mouth opening as she lifted her face to him. But she didn't get her lips around that swollen head. With her open lips an inch from him, she felt his ejaculation first as it throbbed in her fist, then tasted the thick semen as it splashed into her mouth. Her fist worked harder as she brought him off, her throat swallowing as her mouth filled with his semen, her hips pumping and grinding powerfully against Susan's face. Every fiber of her body was exploding, and Julie knew the feeling of exquisite pleasure, pleasure that was beyond any she had ever known before.
Semen splattered her pretty face, smearing her cheeks, her nose, her chin and forehead, but she received a copious amount inside her mouth, too, semen that she swallowed eagerly.
When Susan pulled her smeared face from between her thighs, Julie sprawled on her back, legs splayed, her breasts heaving up and down as she struggled for air, her face dripping with pearl-white semen, her mouth open, eyes wide but filmed over with the amazement of her pleasure.
Susan and Hank watched the pretty woman for a long moment, both smiling, then Susan moved up and began to lick the warm semen, washing Julie's face with her tongue and lips. Hank crawled upon the bed and leaned against the wall, his cock dangling between his legs, watching his wife lick Julie's face, sucking up his discharge.
It seemed a long time before Julie recovered, but in reality it was only a few minutes. She struggled to sit up, and suddenly grinned impishly at the man and wife she had known so long. Susan sat opposite of her, legs crossed, but hairy pussy fully exposed. She was stroking her protruding clitoris.
"Gosh!" Julie exclaimed. "You two are really something."
Hank and Susan laughed. "Why?"
"I would never had thought it," Julie laughed. "The two of you, working as a team."
"A team?" Susan asked, puzzled. "What do you mean-a team?"
"First, you seduce me, then," Julie laughed again, "Hank makes me jack him off, knowing damned well there was nothing I could have done to stop him, not when you had me in such a state, Susan."
"It does seem that way, doesn't it?" Hank said.
"But we aren't, Julie," Susan replied. "Please, baby, believe me when I tell you this isn't the way it was supposed to happen."
"It wasn't?" Julie asked, not believing it.
"Of course not," Susan said. "Hank has never done this before. Not once has he attempted such a thing when I've been with another girl. Before, he's just watched us. Hank, I should cut your fucking balls off for what you did."
"Why?" Hank protested. "I didn't fuck her, did I?"
"If you could have shoved that cock past my face, you would have, you bastard." Susan stared hotly at her husband.
Julie saw the makings of an argument between them, and not wanting to cause any more problems than she had so far, said: "Susan, don't be mad. I didn't mind, really."
"But he came in your face, honey," Susan said in a softer voice, reaching out to caress Julie's still moist cheek. "That's enough to make me castrate that cocksucker."
"Who's a cocksucker, you muff-diving bitch?" Hank snarled.
Susan was not afraid. She glared at her husband. "You are, you son of a bitch. You're just afraid to admit it, that's all."
Wariness came into Hank's eyes as he glared at his naked wife, but he didn't retort.
"Don't argue, Susan," Julie pleaded. "I don't want to be the cause of trouble between you and Hank."
"We aren't arguing, honey," Susan said softly. "We talk this way to each other all the time. And it's true, Hank is a cocksucker. Maybe he's never sucked a big prick before, but he thinks about it often enough."
Julie looked at Hank. There was something about his expression that told her Susan was probably right. "I've never heard you two talk this way before," she said.
"That's because you've never been with us like this before," Susan smiled. "Things have changed."
"They sure have!" Julie laughed. "I don't know if I should be embarrassed or happy."
"Be happy," Susan reached out and stroked Julie's pale pink nipple tenderly. "And don't worry about Hank."
Julie's eyes dropped to where his soft cock dangled sadly. A soft smile came over her face, her eyes gleaming. "I've never had a man come in my face before. I didn't mind it, really, Susan."
Susan regarded Julie closely, then asked; "Have you sucked a cock before, honey?"
Julie laughed. "I guess I've done just about everything now."
Hank grinned, reaching for his genitals again with one huge hand. "You can suck mine anytime you want, sweet thing."
"Shut your fucking mouth, Hank Appling," Susan said, but there was no anger now in her voice.
"Up your ass, lover," Hank said to his wife. "Hey, sweet thing, does that old man of yours like being sucked off?"
"That's none of your goddamn business, Hank," Susan said. "Don't be asking Julie such things."
"I don't mind, Susan," Julie said. "Yes, Hank, Tom loved it. But I don't care for it all that much. If you want the truth, I don't mind a cock in my mouth, but I can't stand it when a man comes."
"You did all right when I came in your mouth, sweet thing," Hank grinned wickedly, shaking his prick at her.
"That was different," Julie said. "I was so hot, anything could have happened with me then." Suddenly Julie laughed.
"What's funny, honey?" Susan asked.
"Us," Julie replied. "Two days ago, I would never have been sitting here on your bed, naked as the day I was born, with Hank shooting in my mouth and you sucking my cunt. It's crazy ... real crazy!"
"Crazy but fun, huh?" Susan said.
"Oh, God ... yes!" Julie hugged her knees tightly against her breast. "It's almost as though you two planned this whole thing."
"We didn't, baby," Susan said. "Of course, I've been wanting to get my hands on you for some time, but this business today wasn't planned. It just happened this way."
"I have a feeling it isn't the last time, either," Julie giggled.
"That's up to you, Julie," Susan replied, her face sober.
"If it's up to me," Julie said softly, reaching her arms for Susan, "I guess I better return that beautiful favor, hadn't I?"
Their arms wrapped about each other and their lips pressed tight.
Hank leaned against the wall, stretching his feel out before him, watching his wife and this pretty neighbor hugging and kissing. He stroked his half hard cock as he watched, wondering if he would be able to fuck Julie. He had watched her from a distance for a long time, dreaming of seeing her the way he was now, sweetly naked and bubbling-in heated passion. He wasn't concerned that his wife was the first to get Julie. He did enjoy watching Susan perform with a girl, because he usually had a chance later to do as he pleased with the girl. But he had never wanted a girl before as much as he wanted Julie.
There was something fresh and virginal about Julie, especially when she was dressed in tight shorts and halter, her beautiful dark hair in a tight ponytail. He reminded her of some freshly scrubbed high school girl, teasing with her luscious body and flirty eyes.
He and Tom were damn good friends, and he knew that Tom had eyes for Susan. He didn't want to do anything to injure that relationship. Of all the men he knew, Tom was Hank's ideal. He remembered once, during a party they had in their home, of seeing Tom and Susan in a dark corner. Tom had lifted Susan's dress and was fondling her pantied ass. Hank's first reaction was anger, because although petting had gone on during those parties, a man pinching someone else's wife on the ass, or the wife brushing her hand along the front of a man's pants, it had never been this blatant before. Yet, as Hank watched Tom's hands feel Susan's ass, his anger turned to one of jealousy ... jealousy of his wife!
It had disturbed Hank for a while. He had never felt any desire for another man in his life, but suddenly he wanted Tom. He tried to find a reason for his thoughts, digging into the past, when he and Susan first began to get involved with other girls. Unlike any other husband, he had not been shocked when Susan exposed her Lesbian inclinations. But like all men, he was fascinated by the subject. When he approached his wife with the request to watch her eat the pussy of another girl, Susan was more than willing to go along, being somewhat of an exhibitionist herself. The only problem they had, at first, was choosing a willing female.
As things worked out, Hank had to hire a prostitute, something that Susan wasn't at all enthusiastic for. Yet she went along with Hank that first time. But after that, there were no hired women. Susan had confidence in her seduction capabilities, and there had been a long line of willing girls after that.
Some of the girls were married, some were not. There had been a few, a very few, high school girls. They all had one thing in common: an eagerness to be involved with Susan. Some of the girls were confirmed Lesbians, and would have nothing to do with Hank except let him watch, but there had been some who were only too willing to provide him with their open crotches, open mouths.
Now Julie.
She was so pretty, so eager for the caresses of his wife. And she had swallowed his semen when he came in her mouth, and that proved to Hank that she wasn't all Lesbian. She was sexy and unembarrassed now about his being on the bed with them.
He fondled his penis and testicles as he watched the two women making love, their kisses and caresses growing hotter and more insistent. His eyes spent more time on Julie's naked body than on his wife's. After all, he knew every inch of Susan's body, every little crevice and hillock, every strand of hair, even the sparse growth around her tight little asshole. It was Julie's nakedness that was new and fresh to him, and what made it so exciting to him was that Julie was the wife of his best friend, Tom Andrews.
Susan lay back on the bed, spreading her legs and pulling her knees up, bending her legs. Julie, on her hands and knees, was moving between them, her lips burning kisses along the creamy inner surfaces of Susan's beautiful thighs, her tongue licking delicately along the flesh as she moved closer and closer to the hair-rimmed split.
Hank observed every move, every tiny flicker of that pink tongue as it glided along his wife's thighs, watching it move toward Susan's waiting cunt. Julie's face hovered above the hairy moistness there for a long moment, her eyes gleaming as she examined the exquisite puffiness, the pink, wet lips that parted slightly, the delicious swell of Susan's clitoris. Her tongue ran over her lips, a gesture that brought more excitement to Hank. His cock throbbed into full hardness once again, and his fist ran up and down it slowly, squeezing.
He watched as Julie's face came down, saw her sweet little tongue dart out and flick over the tip of Susan's clitoris, then lick up and down it almost daintily.
Julie gave a low groan of passion as she smashed her mouth down onto Susan's pussy, her hands sliding underneath to grip the round hardness of those creamy ass cheeks. Hank saw Julie's pretty face surrounded by golden hair, and heard the soft, liquid slurping as Julie worked her tongue, her lips sucking the tender flesh.
Whimpers of delight came from Susan as she rocked her hips to and fro, grinding them up and down into Julie's face. She clawed her swollen breasts, her sharp nails digging into them. Her mouth was open in passion, her tongue flicking about her full lips. "Ohhh, so good, Julie ... so good! Ahhhh, lick me there ... kiss my pussy there! Oh, that's nice ... sweet ... so sweet! Ahhh, suck me, honey! Suck my cunt with your sweet mouth! Stick it in me ... fuck me with your lovely tongue ... yes, yes!"
Hank watched with growing desire, seeing Julie's back bow, her lovely, smooth ass jutting high, waving nakedly. Moving so as not to disturb the two women, he positioned himself so he was behind Julie, gazing at the backs of her smooth thighs, the way her pussy pooched from them, the dark hairs curling ever so sweetly, the spreading of her flawless buttocks, the winking of her dark red asshole as it clenched reflexively in passion. He saw his wife's thighs scissor about Julie's lovely shoulders, saw her bounce her hips on the bed, and his cock jerked mightily in his still slowly pumping fist.
Julie, with her tongue licking at the moist lips of Susan's cunt, felt hot hands moving about her legs, sliding up between them. She wiggled her naked ass, inviting the hands to further explorations of her genitals. Hank grinned as he received the message, and probed into Julie's cunt with a stiff finger. He sought and found her hard little clitoris, twisting it gently. Julie responded with a gurgle of delight, her tongue lapping hard and eagerly at Susan's cunt. She closed her mouth over the swollen clitoris and sucked, her tongue licking.
She waggled her naked, up-tilted ass as Hank plunged his finger in and out of her burning snatch, making soft groaning sounds in her throat as she sucked and licked Susan's twat.
Hank slipped his finger from the hairy tightness of Julie's pussy, moved it lightly upwards, and brushed it along the twinkling asshole. He applied gentle pressure there, and Julie whimpered as a new sensation was added to her overheated body and soaring mind. As the pressure increased against her asshole, Julie arched backwards, and the finger seemed to be sucked deeply into her ass.
"Ooooo!" she mewled in a muffled sound as Hank thrust his finger back and forth. She waved her ass unashamedly for him, encouraging the probing finger in that, until now, virgin hole.
"Goddamn!" Hank grunted, pulling his finger free of the clinging flesh. He moved to his knees behind Julie, and wasn't at all surprised to find one of her hands sneaking between her thighs to grasp his cock.
Julie, with her lips hard against Susan's cunt, wasn't sure herself just what she was doing. Her passion was leading her, guiding her moves, her emotions. She pulled on Hank's cock, rubbing the swollen head up and down the slit of her burning pussy, then she shot her ass backwards, and Hank stared as his prick was swallowed up by that hairy tightness.
"Goddamn!" he hissed again, gazing in amazed delight at the way Julie churned her ass, fucking him as she sucked and licked Susan's cunt. "Goddamn!"
Hank didn't move at all, and Julie was fucking him and sucking his wife's pussy simultaneously, and he thought he had never had his cock inside a hotter or tighter cunt in his life.
But, suddenly, Julie pulled her pussy free, and her hand was once again on his cock, and Hank stared dumbfounded as she brought the head up to her clenched asshole. Holding Hank's cock there, Julie gave a wail of mixed pain and pleasure as she rammed her ass toward him, the thickness splitting her asshole. She wiggled gently for just a brief moment, then Hank watched in fascination as Julie slipped her asshole over the full length of his throbbing prick.
Julie strained against the fullness of Hank's cock up her ass, and she lifted her mouth from the grinding cunt of Susan. "God, oh God! It hurts ... but it's a good hurt! Fuck me, Hank! Fuck me in my ass! Ohhh, yes! Do it to me in the ass, Hank!"
As the words dripped from her mouth, Julie slammed her lips back down on Susan's moist cunt, her hands once more on the fine smoothness of Susan's buttocks, her lips sucking furiously at the distended clitoris.
Susan gurgled in passionate glee that Hank was getting into Julie finally. She held Julie's head tight into her crotch, wiggling her pussy in tight circles. "Eat me, darling," she hissed throatily. "Eat my cunt ... suck my clit ... tongue my pussy! Ohhhh, you're delicious, baby! Fuck her, Hank ... fuck her little ass!"
Julie, impaled from the rear, hungrily devoured the hairy split beneath her mouth. She waggled her ass as Hank plunged in and out, his hands holding her hips, but unable to halt that unceasing movement of Julie's ass.
She could feel the deep pulsations of Susan's vagina around her tongue and against her lips, and knew she was about to bring the girl to an explosive orgasm any time. She raced her ass about on Hank's cock, desperately wanting to come when Susan did. Even though it was her asshole being stretched so deliciously, Julie felt her pussy responding, her clitoris twitching.
Low, gurgling whimpers came from Susan, soft mewls from Julie, harsh grunts from Hank. Then Susan tightened her grip on Julie's head, banging her crotch up and down as she shuddered into a violent orgasm into Julie's face. Julie whimpered mindlessly as she twisted her tongue in a frenzy about the throbbing, spasming clitoris, her ass shaking and jiggling as she felt the hot, thick semen erupt from Hank's deeply imbedded cock.
All three wailed with the violence of orgasm, Julie being buffeted between the man and wife. Her lips felt bruised, and there was a feeling of having a mouthful of hair. Her asshole felt stretched beyond further endurance, but she continued to hump back and forth, her asshole seemingly draining the semen from Hank's spewing prick.
Chapter Seven
It had been two days since her orgy with Susan and Hank.
Julie, during that time, was confused with thoughts that whirled about in her brain. It was her first extramarital transgression, and she wasn't at all sure she liked being the unfaithful wife.
She did not deny the enjoyment of being with Susan, despite some misgivings about Lesbianism. She wasn't bothered by what she had done with Susan nearly as much as letting Hank screw her in the ass. She didn't consider doing those things with Susan to be the act of an unfaithful wife, at least not really.
During those two days, Julie refused to talk to Susan. Susan, having gone through such experiences before, left Julie alone, knowing time would bring her back into her arms. Julie, too, knew that she would be I back with Susan. The one thing that stopped her from running back was the idea of hurting Tom. She did love her husband very much, and although he was partial to having her blow him, she would do so out of love.
She had thought it strange that Tom preferred to be sucked by her more often than using her vagina, but now, after what she had done with Susan, she had a better understanding of that. There was no doubt in her mind that she had a preference for a tongue on her genitals to the thrusting of a penis, and it made sense to her that Tom wanted her mouth instead of her vagina.
The reasons Julie would not talk with Susan were not those Susan considered. Susan felt Julie was going through a period of remorse over what they had done with each other. In fact, that was not the case at all. Julie felt no remorse about it, but instead felt guilty about being unfaithful to Tom by letting Hank do that to her. Her affection for Susan had grown since that wild night and day, and Julie wasn't sure it was love for Susan or just plain, uncontrolled sexuality.
When Tom returned from his business trip, he found a wife who was edgy and sharp with her tongue. Julie, understanding she had no reason to be snappish with her husband, went out of her way to please him.
The very night he returned, Julie performed fellatio on him with much more enthusiasm than she had ever shown before. Tom was surprised by her eagerness, even more surprised by her hungry swallowing of his discharge. Before, although Julie would accept his ejaculation in her mouth, she had failed to conceal her distaste from him. But this time, she seemed to devour his penis and semen with a hunger that was beyond description. What was more, after she had brought him to ejaculation, she curled up tight against him and hugged Tom to her naked breasts, not pleading with him to use his mouth on her vagina. That was something of a thorn in their marriage, Tom's refusal to perform cunnilingus on her. Many were the nights he had known Julie to lie beside him, thinking he was asleep, and fondled herself to orgasm, weeping quietly.
On the second evening since her orgy, Susan called to invite the Andrews's over for drinks. There was nothing unusual about the invitation. It was Friday night, and the Applings and Andrews's usually got together on those nights, had drinks, flirted with each other, and in general enjoyed good friendship.
Julie had been busy, and Tom answered the phone, accepting the invitation. Immediately, Julie became nervous. She was afraid to be with Susan, afraid her desire for the tall blonde woman would be exposed to Tom. She didn't know his views on Lesbianism, and even if he had no feelings one way or the other, how would he react to find that his own wife was involved in such a thing? She couldn't very well refuse to go, now that Tom had agreed. What excuse could she give?
Dressing for the evening, she hoped desperately that Hank wouldn't become drunk and start blabbing. He had been so damned open that night she became involved sexually with them, and he just might feel he could get away with it again in front of Tom.
Julie decided against wearing her sheer, sexy panties and bra, and instead chose a pair of white panties that were designed strictly for utilitarian purposes. Her dress was short, but there was nothing she could do about that-all her dresses were short. But tonight she didn't want to be attractive, didn't want to be sexually appealing, not for Tom, not for Hank, and mostly especially not for Susan. She did not make up her face, and tied her long dark hair into a prim bun at the back of her head. Even this did not erase her beauty, her desirability.
It was a nervous Julie Andrews who walked across with Tom to the house next door.
Inside the Appling house, Julie was moody as she sipped her drink, not taking part in the conversation. She was amazed that Susan and Hank could carry on this way with Tom, holding back what they had done with each other. She was certain Tom could see it in their eyes, see the secrets there. Now and then, she caught brief glances from Hank or Susan, and there was a knowing gleam in their eyes. She would look quickly at her husband to see if he caught the same thing, but Tom didn't seem to see anything but the usual proceedings.
As the evening wore on, Julie became more and more nervous, gulping her drinks one after the other, quickly, and asking for refills. Yet, she remained clear-headed and unintoxicated. She was aware of the puzzled looks from Tom at her unusual quietness, at the way she put away the alcohol without being affected by it. But although she wasn't becoming drunk, she was relaxing more and more. No one had made a slip, and Hank paid little attention to her. The more relaxed and at ease she became, the more she looked at Susan.
Susan, as always, was radiant. Her long blonde hair was loose, shimmering in the lights. She was wearing a toga-like dress that did nothing to conceal her flawless breasts, and it was obvious to Julie she was going without a bra. The toga-dress clung to her exquisite body, molding every smooth line of hip and thigh, exposing each curve and hollow and hillock, The dress came to mid-thigh, and even higher when Susan sat down.
Then it happened.
Julie was sitting in a chair, moodily sipping her drink, and hardly aware that she was gazing openly at Susan. Susan had sat down on the couch next to Tom, and she sat down carelessly. Her knees were slightly apart, and the dress almost in her lap. Julie could see the shadow of Susan's pubic hair, and lifted her eyes quickly to see if Susan was aware of this exposure.
Susan was.
She grinned slyly at Julie, letting her knees part even more. Julie gasped as she realized Susan was not wearing panties. Her tongue flicked over her lips, and her eyes became glassy with sudden passion. The expression on Julie's face was not missed by Susan, who had hoped for it.
Susan glanced at Tom and at Hank, who was sitting on the opposite side of Tom. Both men were deep in conversation about something, and Susan stuck her tongue out playfully at Julie, then spread her thighs wide, giving Julie a broad view of her genitals. Just as quickly, she closed her knees and stood up.
"Anyone care for a refill?" she asked in her soft voice.
Everyone seemed okay, and she moved to the small bar in the corner and fixed herself one. She stood, leaning at the two-stooled bar and grinned at Julie. The men were still involved in whatever they were saying, and Hank had his hand on Tom's knee, as though confiding some dark secret to a buddy. The bar was to one side and almost behind the men, and after a quick glance at them, Susan suddenly pulled at the belt of her toga-dress, then pulled it wide.
Julie gasped aloud.
Susan was completely naked beneath the dress, now held wide open. Julie's eyes ran over the sharp thrust of perfectly shaped breasts, the pale pinkness of rubbery nipples, the flat stomach that seemed to tremble, and then riveted hotly on the triangled mass of blonde pubic hair.
The exposure had been very brief, not lasting more than two seconds. But it was enough to set Julie's blood on fire. When Susan jerked her head toward the hallway, Julie got to her feet as though mesmerized, and followed Susan's swaying bottom without a backward glance at her husband and Hank.
In the dim hallway, Susan waited. Julie came into her arms with a soft sob of pleasure. Their lips met in a tight, passionate kiss and their hands felt around wiggling buttocks, breasts mashed together.
As the kiss broke, Julie whispered: "We can't, Susan. Tom might see us."
"Not here, honey," Susan replied in her own whisper. "Hank will see to it that he stays put. Come on, let's go to my bedroom. God, I've got to have you, baby!"
Julie let Susan lead her unprotestingly into the bedroom, and there in the doorway they embraced again, Julie's tongue far into Susan's sucking mouth. Her eager hands shoved the folds of the toga-dress apart and she pulled on the swell of Susan's bottom, cupping the mounds and whimpering hotly, grinding her pelvis against the responding one of Susan.
"I can't help it, either, Susan," Julie whimpered. "It's dangerous, but ... "
The words stopped abruptly as Susan's tongue was thrust far into Julie's mouth again. The two women squirmed against each other, breathing hotly as they fondled and caressed. Susan's hand lifted Julie's dress, then ran inside the elastic of her panties, feeling the wonderful tautness of the swelling buttocks.
Neither were aware of the angry eyes watching them from the corner of the hallway.
Tom, on his way to the bathroom, had come upon the two women. Seeing what they were doing, his first impulse had been to race to them, slap Susan silly, and drag his wife home. But something held him back. His cold, calculating mind took over, and he stood just out of sight of the living room, watching his wife in the arms of Susan.
Surprise was too mild of a word to express Tom's amazement at seeing his wife embracing another woman in this way. He was shocked. Doubling his fists with anger, he stared at the way Julie was grinding her pelvis into Susan's, their mouths locked tightly. He could hear the soft moans the two made. He was thinking that Julie had never shown this much passion toward him as he watched his wife's hands expose Susan's naked bottom, as Susan's hands lifted Julie's dress and slid into the white utilitarian panties. He saw their hands move, cup, caress, feel, and his fists opened and closed.
Gaining control of himself, he left the hallway and returned to the room where Hank was sitting and drinking quietly. Tom looked at his friend, wondering if Hank was aware of this thing his wife was doing with Julie. Tom knew Hank put away great quantities of whiskey, of course, and now he wondered if his wife had anything to do with this, Lately, Hank had become somewhat withdrawn, almost shy at times.
For a few minutes, Tom considered the wisdom of telling Hank what he had just discovered. He stood at the small bar and slugged down three inches of raw bourbon, his eyes watering and throat burning. His hand trembled as he set the glass on the bar, and for a moment he closed his eyes tight, trying to think of why ... why ...
How long he stood at the bar, his thoughts tumbling about crazily, he wasn't sure. Finally, he turned, and saw that Julie and Susan had returned to the living room. He studied his wife's face for a long moment, searching for signs of guilt, but there was none. He looked at Susan, and she seemed no different. Susan was a beautiful girl, Tom knew, and she didn't fit his concept of what a Lesbian should look like. But then again, neither did Julie. Both women were very feminine, both beautiful in a different way.
Behind his eyes he could see the long, graceful curve of Susan's thighs, the naked beauty of her bottom. There was a haunted expression in his eyes as he once again saw his wife's hands fondling those creamy thighs.
The party fell flat now. The friendly talk had ceased, the usual fun was gone. Tom and Hank drank steadily, each lost in his own thoughts. Julie and Susan, feeling the tense atmosphere, glanced warningly at each other. Finally, Julie spoke: "Well, I suppose we better be getting home. I didn't realize it was so late."
Twelve o'clock wasn't late for one of these Friday gatherings, but this particular Friday, it was. Tom stood and drained his glass, weaving slightly. "You're right," he said. "Come on, Julie."
At the door, Julie turned to say goodnight, but Tom had her hand in his, and she found herself jerked roughly along with him. Tom suspected, she thought, following him with a sinking sensation in her chest. Behind them, Susan stood in the doorway, watching. Julie glanced backwards once, lifted a hand, then dropped it.
Once they were in their own home, Tom turned to Julie, his eyes blazing. For a long moment, he just stared at her, his fists knotted at his sides.
"Tom, I-"
"Shut up!" he snapped.
"What's wrong, darl-"
Before Julie could finish, his open palm cracked across her cheek, rocking her. Before she could recover, he slapped her again, harder. Julie felt the pain stab into her flesh, tears coming into her eyes as she fell. She slammed against the closed door, her knees buckling.
Tom stood with his feet spread firmly, glaring down at his wife. His eyes raked over the now disheveled hair, the fear on her face, the hiked-up skirt and the thighs he had loved so much.
"Fucking bitch!" he snarled, his hands on his hips belligerently. "Goddamn fucking butch!"
"Butch?" Julie whispered.
"Dyke, butch," he snarled. "Whatever name you want to call it by, it all means one thing-cunt-licking Lesbian!"
Julie cringed against the door, one hand pressed against her mouth, the other held up as though warding off a blow.
"Tom, please-"
"What kind of woman are you?" he interrupted. "I've wondered about you for a while now, Julie. I've wondered why you never seem warm toward me anymore. Now, I know. God, how I know!"
"You don't understand, darling," she whimpered.
"Understand? Understand?" he spat angrily. "Maybe I don't understand, but I understand what I saw tonight, you goddamn cunt! Don't think I didn't see you two kissing, feeling each other like a couple of fucking gutter muff-diving bitches! Oh, I saw it, all right! I saw you playing with that cunt's ass ... watched you fucking her by banging your pussies together ... watched you sucking her goddamn tongue! I understand enough, now."
Anger seeped through Julie's fear, and she struggled to her feet. Her dark eyes flashed just as dangerously as Tom's. "Don't call me any names, you bastard!" she screamed at him. "You don't know shit, Tom Andrews! All you know is sticking that thing in my face and making me suck it. You don't know anything, you poor miserable son of a bitch!"
For a moment Tom was taken aback. Julie, not the Julie he had known, had never talked to him this way. The woman before him was a stranger, almost. Suddenly, his hand shot out and caught Julie just below her left eye, sending her sprawling again. Her dress went past her hips, her dark hair flying.
Reaching down, Tom grabbed the material of her dress and jerked, the dress came away from Julie's body, leaving her in bra and panties. Hooking his finger between the cups of her bra, he jerked again. The force was enough to pull Julie from the floor, and as the bra gave, she fell back, her head hitting the floor with a loud thump. She screamed as his hands ripped her white panties away. She scooted across the floor, trying to get away from him, yelling curses.
"You motherfucker," she sobbed. "You hit me once more and I'll kill you! You hear me, Tom Andrews! I mean it ... one more slap and I'll kill you!"
Some of the rage went out of him. He stood looking down at his sobbing wife. The curve of her naked bottom was turned toward him, her knee drawn up, her face bitter as she glared up at him. Both were breathing heavily.
Slowly, Julie got to her feet, weaving somewhat. She felt her cheek gingerly, finding it painful, already swelling. She stood naked before him, her breasts jutting in defiance.
"All right, Tom," she said almost calmly. "You've shown me what a big, tough man you are. What's next?"
Despite his disgust of what he had seen, Tom stared at Julie and thought she was beautiful, disheveled as she was. He realized that he still loved her, despite the fact she seemed to prefer another woman to him.
Slowly, he advanced on his wife. Julie staggered back from him, her hands up to ward off the potential blows. With the speed of a striking cobra, Tom gripped his wife by her shoulders, his fingers digging painfully into the tender flesh. Julie's eyes glazed with pain, and her knees began to bend.
"Tom, what ... don't, Tom," she begged. "You're hurting me, Tom ... please, don't!"
But he said nothing, just continued the pressure into the soft portion of her shoulders, forcing her down until she was on her knees before him. Julie held her head up, looking into his face, tears blurring her vision as she sobbed in pain. She did not attempt to fight him now.
"All right, Julie," he said in a low, dangerous voice, "you like it in the mouth, you get it in the mouth." He tugged at the zipper of his pants, then hauled out his cock.
Gripping a handful of hair, he forced Julie to turn her face down close to his prick. She stared at it, a few inches from her face. Through her tears, she saw he was half erect. Still holding her hair, Tom used his other hand to wave his cock in her face.
"All this time you've been telling you love sucking me," he snarled, "that you like it in your mouth, but you can't stand my come! Now I know why; you like your come from a cunt, don't you, baby? Well, this time you're going to take it and swallow it and damn well like it, you hear me, you pussy-eating bitch?"
"Tom, please, don't make me ... "
Tom cut her words off by pressing the head of his cock against her lips. "Suck it, Julie! Goddamn you, suck my cock!"
Keeping her teeth clenched, she said in a tight voice: "This is rape, Tom! You know it's rape."
"Rape, my ass!" he snapped, brushing his prick along her teeth. "You're my wife, and a man can't rape his own wife. You just going to perform a wifely duty, darling."
Knowing she was helpless, Julie gave in to the degrading situation.
She unclenched her teeth and tasted his half-hard penis as it penetrated her mouth. She had had Tom's dick in her mouth many times in the past, so it was nothing new to her. The distaste and revulsion she felt for it now was because of her humiliation.
Tom stuffed the whole of his cock into Julie's mouth, and held himself still as it swelled into full hardness, shoving her tongue aside and filling her cheeks. Julie's eyes glared up at him, her lips stretched, but she wasn't looking at him with love or passion now. He saw pure hate in her dark eyes, a hatred that could kill.
Now, with his prick throbbingly hard, Julie gave serious consideration to biting him. But the thought was shoved away as his fingers knotted her hair, causing a sharp pain in her head. Using Julie's hair like a handle, Tom began to move her face back and forth, an effect that caused her to slide her lips back and forth on his prick.
He watched his dick go deep, then out, almost all the way. With each jerk of her head, he forced Julie to accept the full thick length of his cock, causing her to choke as it probed at her throat. Still, her eyes blazed up at him. Jerking her head by the hair, he was using her mouth as a pussy, forcing her to accept him this way. Never had he gone so deep into her mouth before, but then, it was always with him on the bottom and Julie could gauge the depth, suck him in comfort.
She felt sick, sick in her stomach and mind. Her body ached where she had struck the floor, and her cheek was swelling quickly. She knew her eye might be black in the morning, and it was for certain her lips would be bruised and puffy.
She remained passive, letting Tom drive his cock deep. The pain in her head was excruciating, but she couldn't help it. One of her hands went up and grabbed his wrist there, but it was a useless gesture. Her other hand hung loosely at her side. She was being used like a whore, screwed in the mouth by her husband as though she were a piece of trash, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Julie let her tongue remain immobile, not using it. There was nothing she could do about the tightness of her lips. Tom's cock was enormous, and her mouth was small.
She felt him pulsating against her lips, and knew it would be soon. She attempted to prepare herself for the gush of semen, dreading the taste. When he came, she was caught off guard. The warm thick stuff spewed against her throat, and Tom pulled her face tight into his hairy groin, his heavy balls slapping her chin. Time and again he shot semen into her unwilling throat. Julie gagged and sputtered, almost choking as she tried to swallow quickly. Her eyes became glassy with pain and seething anger at being degraded.
"Swallow, cunt!" Tom snarled down into his wife's tormented face. "Swallow my come, you bitch! Drink it down ... drink it!"
Finally, he flung Julie from his crotch, one last spurt of pearl-white semen splashing on the tip of her breasts, like a brand that would remind her forever of this night.
She huddled in a corner, choking and spitting, watching her husband as he went to the liquor cabinet and pulled a bottle of bourbon out. Without bothering with a glass, Tom uncorked the bottle and drank straight from it.
Chapter Eight
When Julie awoke early Saturday morning, she was alone in bed.
Tom had spent the night in the living room, drinking constantly while she had cringed under the sheets, not knowing if he would come into the bedroom with more violence in mind.
Getting out of bed, she went into the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. Her eye, fortunately, was not black. However, there was an angry red swelling that was painful to the touch. Her other cheek was red, too, but not as painful. Her lips, as she had expected, were puffy and bruised, the bottom cracked slightly. There was a dull, throbbing ache at the top of her head where Tom had pulled her hair. On her left hip was a pale dark bruise where she had struck the floor.
Otherwise, she couldn't find much harm to herself.
After her shower, she dressed, brushed her hair, then walked hesitatingly into the living room. Tom was not there. A quick look out the window told her his car was gone, and she sighed with relief. She didn't want to face him right now, although she knew they would have to face each other soon enough, even if it would be over the table of their counselors. She was certain Tom would be petitioning her for divorce. A wry grin crossed her face as the thought of who the other party would be in such a case. She wondered if other women had been in her situation, with another woman named as the person in a divorce case.
A thing like that could be nasty, she thought as she set the coffee to boiling. She could see it in her mind, with Tom telling all the lurid details to an attorney, how he had seen her with her hands on the body of another woman, kissing that woman. Julie knew she would forever more be known as a Lesbian.
What is a Lesbian? she asked herself. Because I enjoy sex with another woman, does that make me a monster, an ogre? There must be many women like me, all over the world. Julie thought of the many times she had been with men, and knew she had enjoyed those times, enjoyed them as much as she had with Susan. Or did she? Wasn't Susan's love much more gentle, more tender? If last night was an example of what she would have to put up with from Tom from now on, she wanted no part of it. Even at the expense of a nasty divorce, she wasn't going to accept any more violence from him.
As she was pouring coffee, she heard the front door open. For a moment, her heart skipped a beat, fear crawling into her eyes. Then she gave a loud sigh of relief when she saw Susan step into the kitchen.
"Julie!" Susan said, rushing forward when she saw the angry marks on the pretty face. "What happened to you?"
Tears came into Julie's eyes as Susan hugged her tightly. "Oh, God, Susan ... it was horrible!"
"He knows, doesn't he?"
"He must have seen us last night," Julie sobbed, holding onto Susan tightly. "He didn't say, but he must have. As soon as we were in the house he hit me."
"You poor darling," Susan said soothingly, caressing up and down Julie's shaking back.
"I'm leaving him, Susan," Julie said, pulling back and drying her eyes. "I can't stay with Tom any longer, not after last night."
"Don't be hasty, honey," Susan said, shoving Julie down into a chair at the table gently. "Maybe he reacted without thinking."
"He was thinking, all right," Julie said bitterly. "You should have heard the things he called me-us. I never knew Tom could be so mean, so violent."
Susan lit a cigarette and handed it to Julie, who sucked in smoke greedily. "I can imagine, darling," she said. "But don't do anything you'd regret. Let's think this out. I'm sure Tom isn't the violent sort. I think if we talked to him-"
"Sure!" Julie interrupted. "And get the crap beat out of both of us, Susan?"
"I wonder if Tom would have reacted that way if I had been a man?" Susan mused aloud. "Has he ever shown jealousy before?"
"Not once that I remember," Julie replied. "He knows about the groping that goes on when we get together, or with others. He's seen me getting patted on the ass by men before, but he's never became angry about it. Hell, Susan, you know as well as I do it's all part of the game."
"That's true," Susan agreed. "So why this?" She indicated the bruise.
"I don't know," Julie replied. "I guess it's different, you being a woman. Tom couldn't accept it that I'm a dyke."
"Dyke?" Susan laughed.
"Yes, dyke. Tom called me a dyke and butch and everything else he could think of."
"You're no more of a dyke or butch than I am, baby."
"We're both butch, Susan," Julie said in a pained voice. "I know that now."
"Darling, we may be Lesbian, but we're a long way from being butch," Susan said, still laughing softly. "There's a difference, you know."
"Oh?"
"Of course, Julie. Take a look at yourself ... you're sweet and girlish. You don't go around wearing men's clothing and bullying women around. You're no more masculine than I am, nor do you want to be. You have no desire to be a man, baby, and neither do I."
"They're still the same," Julie insisted stubbornly.
"No, honey, they're not. A Lesbian is simply a woman who enjoys making it with another woman. You and I are that way. However, I've got to confess I kind of like a man now and then. There's something about those beautiful cocks that turn me on."
Julie looked at Susan, confused.
"Oh, baby," Susan laughed. "I'm a woman, so of course I enjoy men, but I also like to make it with a pretty woman sometimes, too. Come on, tell me you hate doing it with a man."
Julie frowned, then said softly. "You're right, Susan. I do like it with Tom, but not the way it was last night. I've never enjoyed it when he came in my mouth, and last night was worse than ever."
"I don't mean blowing a man, Julie," Susan said. "I'm talking about screwing. You like to screw, don't you?"
"Yes, but I can't remember the last time I've had a dick in my pussy."
Susan regarded Julie with surprise. "What do you mean, honey?"
"I mean that Tom hasn't fucked me in a long time, that's what I mean."
"He hasn't?"
"No, and that's the reason I was so wild with you and Hank, I suppose."
"But Hank shoved it up your ass, Julie, not your pussy."
Julie smiled as she remembered. "Yes, and it was fantastic. I've never had it that way before. You know, don't you, Susan, that it was me that put his cock there?"
"Oh, yes ... I was aware of everything."
"Has Hank, I mean, do you let him ... " Julie flushed.
"You mean does Hank stick it up my ass?" Susan grinned. "Honey, that's about the only damn place he sticks it. Like I told him, I think he's a cocksucker."
"You mean ... homosexual?"
"That's right, Julie. I'm telling secrets out of school, but I guess there aren't many we have now."
"Hank doesn't look like a homosexual."
"What does a homosexual look like, baby?" Susan grinned.
"Like ... Oh, how am I supposed to know?"
"Listen, lover," Susan said. "You admit you enjoy the things you and I have been doing with each other, right?"
Julie nodded.
"Okay, yet we both don't look at all like the stereotyped concept of a Lesbian. A woman who loves another woman can be just as pretty, just as soft and feminine as any other woman-like you and I. You'd be surprised at the number of girls walking around who make it with each other, and if they aren't they sure want to. The only thing that holds them back is they don't have the nerve. A great many girls want to make it with a close friend of theirs, but they're afraid of what will be said if they're discovered. Think back, honey. Remember when you were a young girl, didn't you have a crush on some other girl, maybe an older woman, a teacher, a relative?"
Julie didn't reply.
"Listen, baby. You must have played some games when you were young. Haven't you ever been curious about another girl, whether she looks like you under her dress? Curious about her breasts, her bottom her pussy? Those things are normal. You don't think boys are any different, do you? My God, when I was twelve or thirteen, I ran with this bunch of boys who thought I was crazy because I wasn't like other girls, I mean, I was the girl of the club, always ready to drop my drawers when they got those little things hard. I must have fucked half the goddamn neighborhood before I was fourteen."
Julie smiled, thinking how alike hers and Susan's early lives were. "What about ... girls?" she asked.
"Oh, yes-the girls," Susan said, her face softening as she remembered her first girl. "I was fifteen then. I was seduced by a teacher, of all things. Remember the crush? Well, I had a crush on this teacher that was almost too painful, I mean it really hurt every time I was around her. I didn't know much about this girl thing at the time, but I'd sure had experience with boys. Anyway, this teacher noticed my infatuation, and she did something about it. I remember the first time she put her arm about my shoulders. It frightened me at first. In my neighborhood, a woman who fondled another was a dirty name.
"Anyway, on her invitation, I went to her apartment, and it was the most beautiful place I had ever seen. When you lived the way I did, with rats and filth everywhere, any place would have been beautiful. Well, she was so nice to me, cokes and cookies and all the works, I was as nervous as could be when she offered me a bath. I suspected, of course, by that time, and I'll admit I was looking forward to it. She bathed me ever so gently, and when she rubbed me dry, her hands felt better than anything. She had prepared me and by the time she had her mouth on my cunt, I was more than willing.
"Anyway, she ate me out good, and later, lying on the bed with her, I became fascinated with her bush. I had never seen another girl naked before, and there I was with a grown woman with big, luscious breasts, a fine bush of hair, and a wet vagina. She was beautiful! When she saw my interest in her body, she convinced me I should return the favor she had given me. All it took was one lick of her snatch and I was lost. She was a real teacher, and she taught me in that afternoon everything two girls could do with each other."
"And you stopped it with boys, right?"
"Wrong. I told you, Julie, I like boys. All I did was broaden my sexual knowledge, expand my sexual enjoyment. I love making it with both boys and girls."
"I don't think I ever want another man to touch me," Julie said grimly.
"Oh, honey, don't be bitter," Susan said. "You've had a bad experience with Tom, that's all. You admit you enjoy it with him, and I'd bet you anything that once Tom gets over this, he'll be just like Hank-always wanting to watch."
"You don't know Tom."
"I know men, and he's a man, isn't he?" Susan said. "Listen, Julie, don't do anything rash, promise? Let me see what I can do with him. I have an idea I can make him see things our way."
"And I think you're asking to get knocked on your ass, Susan."
"Maybe so," Susan said. "But right now, I'd like to have a look at your ass, baby. Come on, let's go see about any more damage to that lovely body of yours."
Julie stood up, smiling affectionately at Susan. She took her hand and they went into the bedroom. "What if Tom comes back?" she said.
"Fuck him," Susan replied, removing Julie's dress. "If he comes back, he'll just have to join us."
"He may get violent again," Julie warned, slipping her bra from her shoulders. "I don't want you hurt, Susan."
"Don't worry about me," Susan said, squatting as she pulled Julie's panties down and off. "I can handle Tom."
Julie lay back on the bed, her breasts arching up with both nipples rigid in desire. Susan stood at the side of the bed, looking down at the slender beauty of Julie's nakedness. She reached out and ran her hand through the dark pubic hair, then playfully pinched the lips of Julie's vagina.
"Aren't you going to undress, Susan?"
"Not this time, honey," Susan said, leaning over to kiss the bruised lips tenderly. "This time it's all for you. I want to take the hurt away, make you feel good again."
Very tenderly, Susan stroked Julie's smooth body, her fingers moving over the swell of each breast, her lips following. Julie sighed as the sweetness came over her, her eyes closed. Susan spent a long time on the sugary breasts, licking and kissing every inch of them, paying most of her attention to the sensitive nipples. She sucked on a rubbery tip, her tongue fluttering, then moved onto the other. She licked at the creamy slopes, following the contours with her tongue until both breasts were gleaming.
She trailed her tongue down Julie's quivering stomach, fluttering it at the dimpled navel, and then went down farther. Julie murmured with pleasure as the warm tongue bathed her heated flesh. She parted her thighs, readying herself for what was to come. But Susan skirted the offering, her tongue moving down the surface of a smooth thigh to the rounded knee. As her tongue licked, her lips kissing and nibbling gently, Susan's hands caressed lightly, lovingly, barely touching the trembling flesh.
The tongue went to the other thigh and worked upwards, skirting once again the bushy split. She flicked the tip along the outer edges of Julie's pubic hair, then over the bony protuberance of her hip and down the side of a thigh. Very gently, Susan's hands urged Julie to her stomach, and her hot mouth and tongue began their arousing work along the backs of Julie's thighs. As she reached the bruise, she kissed it lovingly, barely brushing her tongue over it.
Cupping the creamy swells of Julie's bottom in her hands, Susan's hot mouth kissed the globes, then her tongue ran to the base of her spine, causing gooseflesh to rise along the surface. Squeezing the buttocks tightly together, Susan raked the tip of her tongue along the compressed crease, causing Julie to writhe in pleasure. Leaving a wet trail of passion behind, Susan's tongue paid homage to the sweet curves of Julie's bottom where they joined her long thighs, then up over the hills again. Without squeezing the cheeks together this time, her tongue dug into the groove, twisting and twirling, deliciously close to the pucker of Julie's asshole.
"Mmmmmm," Julie murmured, wiggling her bottom against Susan's face. "That's nice, Susan. I like that."
"You're going to like it better very soon, honey," Susan replied, and pressed her lips into the mound of one cheek, drawing some flesh into her mouth and biting gently.
"Oooooo!" Julie whimpered, twisting her bottom hard into Susan's face. "Ahhhhhh, you're so good to me."
Susan lifted her face and looked at the beauty of Julie's flawlessly shaped bottom. She caressed each cheek with her hands, then very gently lifted Julie's bottom into the air.
"Bring your knees up, honey," Susan whispered in a passion-thickened voice. "Draw your knees up and under ... that's it. Stick that cute cunt back at me. Ahhhh, beautiful!"
"This way?" Julie murmured, her fingers clawing into the sheet as her passion became a raging torrent in her veins. "Is this how you want me, Susan?"
"Perfect," Susan said, drawing a finger underneath from the swollen clitoris down over the puffy lips and up to Julie's puckered asshole. "Did Hank make you sore here, baby?"
"Oh, no ... not at all," Julie moaned, wagging her tilted ass.
Julie had her knees far under her body, her back bowed, her delicious bottom sticking high in the air, the hairy snatch pouting from between her thighs. Susan looked upon Julie for a long time, fondling the smooth flesh of her buttocks and thighs, then teasing the moist pussy with the tips of her fingers.
Julie felt the hot breath on her flesh as Susan shoved her face close, then that wet, wonderful tongue was on her again. Susan took a long, slow swipe along the lips of Julie's cunt, running her tongue along the groove and right up between the cheeks of her ass, then tapping tantalizingly at the clenched asshole.
"Anyone ever do this to you, Julie?" Susan asked in a low voice.
"No, no ... never," Julie replied with a whimper of delight.
Susan tucked her tongue between the ass-cheeks and licked swiftly up and down the pale pink pucker of Julie's asshole, causing Julie to shake with pleasure. Then her tongue was down again, working between the hair and lips of Julie's twat. As she licked and kissed, her hands kept up the burning caresses, feeling here and there. Soft slurping sounds came from Susan's mouth as she licked her pussy and asshole in simultaneous strokes, taking her time and letting Julie enjoy this new sensation.
Julie whined with passion, rocking her hips back and forth and struggling to shove her bottom into Susan's face, but Susan held her hips tightly, and continued her long, slow lickings, her delicate, burning kisses. Using her thumbs, Susan pulled the hairy lips apart and inserted her tongue as far as she could into Julie's velvety vagina, thrusting it in and out as if it were a small cock, then she lapped at the clitoris, her face shoved between the thighs at an awkward angle. Again she dragged her tongue, using the flat surface, along the twitching lips and into the asshole again. She probed, pushing with the tip. Julie's body shook as she felt Susan's tongue slip up her asshole, working back and forth.
"Ohhhh ... mmmmmm, God!" she groaned. "So good, Susan ... oh, that's so good!"
Pulling her tongue free of the tightness, Susan licked back down into the hairy pussy once again, located the distended clitoris. She sucked at it gently, then harder. Turning onto her back, Susan shoved her head between Julie's thighs, so the girl, in effect was sitting in her face.
Julie lifted herself by her hands, peering beneath her dangling breasts, and watched as Susan began to suck and lick at her clitoris furiously. She wiggled her crotch, sliding it back and forth along Susan's face, yelping and sighing with pleasure. Susan's hands held the cheeks of Julie's ass as she sucked her snatch, stroking the smooth flesh, fondling Julie's bottom with delicate fingers to assist in bringing up a boiling orgasm.
Almost out her mind with the pleasure Susan was giving her, Julie banged her crotch up and down, not caring that she could bruise the delicate lips of her cunt, or Susan's face. All that mattered to her was that delicious sensation that was almost ready to burst within her steaming body. Her dangling breasts jiggled and swayed, feeling painfully swollen, her nipples so rigid she didn't understand why they didn't split like ripe melons.
"Oh, oh Susan!" she wailed. I've got to ... Oh, God! You're going to make me come! .Ohhh, suck me ... suck me hard! Oh, God ... Oh, God! It's never been this good before! Lick me ... suck me ... Ohhhhh!"
Susan tried to do as Julie wanted, knowing the things she was feeling. Her tongue flew about the rigid clitoris as her lips clutched and sucked on it. She moved her fingers into the crack of Julie's ass, rubbing almost harshly at the clenched asshole, then darting her middle finger up Julie's ass.
"Oooooo!" Julie wailed as the finger began to plunge in and out. "That's ... that's fantastic! Ohhhh, fuck me in the asshole with your finger! Mmmmm ... ahhhhh ... tongue my cunt ... fuck my asshole! Oooooo ... you're going to make me ... " Julie's voice went into a long wail as she came, her crotch banging hard into Susan's face.
Susan felt the lips of Julie's pussy convulse, and she plunged her finger deep, then pulled it out, and back in again, feeling the way Julie's asshole clutched at it.
Julie's orgasm was a long one, a powerful one. She bounced her pussy up and down into Susan's face and wagged her ass on the impaling finger and yelped and squealed and screamed with delirious pleasure, then slowed her movements, finally falling, her legs on either side of Susan, her pussy still throbbing in Susan's face.
Gently, Susan pulled herself from under the trembling Julie. Leaning over, she kissed the lovely ass, each cheek, then sat up and wiped her face on the end of the sheet. Seeing cigarettes on the table at the head of the bed, she lighted one, and waited until Julie recovered. She had things to discuss, and hoped Julie would go along with them.
If not, a divorce would be inevitable-depending on her success with Tom, of course.
Chapter Nine
Susan had been truthful with Julie. Her background was as she said. Born and reared in poverty, Susan had desperately wanted to escape the rat-infested tenement section of her birth. In the beginning, she had no knowledge of the world around her, and like all children, felt every place was basically the same.
Her father was a hard-working man who had already given up hope by the time Susan came into the world. He had turned to drink and neglected his small family, but somehow managed to be sober enough to retain his job, a job cleaning the toilets of big, fancy office buildings. Her mother was, as long as Susan could remember, hardly more than a skeleton, always tired from her exhausting job in a laundry.
Susan ran wild, as did all the boys and girls in her neighborhood.
Yet, Susan was different. Exceptionally pretty, she was sought by the boys before her lithe body began showing signs of adulthood. She found she possessed an ability to attract and manipulate the opposite sex. Later, after her first sexual relations with the teacher, Susan found there were women who would love to enjoy her sweet goodies. Somehow, through it all, Susan never once prostituted herself, not really. She entered sexual liaisons with wide-open eyes, not considering right and wrong. She did not accept money under any circumstances, even though it was offered on a number of occasions. She did accept a present now and then, usually a pretty dress, or frilly panties and bras, but that was the extent of it.
The pretty clothes enabled her to stretch her area of knowledge, gave her the confidence needed to move farther afield in the huge city. She discovered there was a better life, and she wanted a slice of it. She wanted a shiny car, a home of her own that wasn't simply a couple of boxes in a building of many similar boxes.
It set Susan apart from the other boys and girls she had grown up with-this desperate need to have better things, a better life. Yet, for her ambitions, Susan was not greedy. She had no desire for a huge mansion with a sprawling lush lawn or for servants at her beck and call. She would have been completely satisfied with a home in the suburbs, a home that was no better and no worse than those around it, as long as it was a decent place. Wealth for its own sake did not concern Susan. She simply wanted to be happy, and to be happy meant a decent home and a decent income, no more, no less.
She realized her dreams in the person of Hank Appling.
Hank, a used car dealer with four lots, was taken with Susan from the first. He was ten years older than she, but it wasn't such a wide span. Susan entered marriage with Hank knowing she didn't love him, and soon wondered why he married her. She knew soon enough that he didn't love her, either. Yet, they were compatible and made a good couple. Hank was not wealthy by any means, but he earned a decent income from his car lots, and he was willing to buy her the home she had always wanted in the suburbs. She had a car of her own choosing, last year's model but shiny. She had money in her hand, and not being stingy nor tight-fisted, it was ample.
Within six months after their marriage, Susan discovered Hank's secret passion. It came to her in the form of pictures. At first startled, then amused, she confronted Hank with her knowledge. Tossing the pictures of naked men into his lap, Hank at first was furious, then as Susan talked with him, calm and agreeable. She did not want to lose what she had simply because Hank was a homosexual. It didn't matter to her if he liked boys, not at all.
So, an agreement was reached, and Susan was secure. She allowed her husband to exercise his voyeurism when she was with another woman, and knew it was only a matter of time before Hank's homosexual urges burst through into actual fact. Her only concern about that had been the possibility of Hank going over the deep end, flaunting his boys, maybe separating her from her security.
So far, it had not happened-Hank was still fighting against himself.
Then along came Julie.
Susan couldn't deny that her emotions had been given a hard jerk. She loved Julie with all her heart, and it was a love very different than any she had ever known before. She knew, too, that she could never give up the sexual enjoyment she received with men. And she certainly didn't want to give up what she had in Hank.
If only Tom Andrews had not been so damned narrow-minded, so violent about this. But even then, she knew Tom to be an intelligent, thinking man. He was successful in his insurance agency, and a man who could establish and succeed in such a competitive field, Susan thought, had to be smart, worldly.
The only thing was, could she convince Tom?
Late Saturday night, Tom returned home.
Julie, watching him enter the house, her eyes wary, remained silent. She did not want a repeat of the scene of the night before. Tom immediately went to the liquor cabinet, had a huge drink, then replaced the bottle. Without glancing at his wife, he sat down and started at the opposite wall.
"Tom, I-" Julie began, unable to stand the thick silence any longer.
"Not now, please, Julie," he replied, and she was relieved to note the lack of anger in his voice.
Finally, he turned and looked at Julie. She sat in the corner of the couch, her feet pulled up beneath her bottom, chewing nervously on a fingernail. Julie was lovely, as always.
"How, Julie?" he asked in a low voice.
"How?"
"How can you look so beautiful," he said, still without anger, "and be what you are?"
"What am I, Tom?"
He was a long time in answering. "I don't know, Julie. That is, I'm not sure what I mean."
"Is this going to be a discussion, Tom," she asked, nervously, "or do you plan on more caveman tactics?"
"I ... I'm sorry about that, Julie," he replied, the tone of his voice sincere. "Christ! I reacted without thinking, and I've hurt you. I'm sorry."
"There isn't any damage done that won't heal," she said.
"I saw Susan this afternoon."
She watched him, waiting.
"You know about that, don't you?"
She nodded.
"Do you also know she ... seduced me?"
Julie smiled. She had not known that'. They hadn't discussed just how Susan would bring him around. Thinking about it, though, it did make some sense to her.
"Why are you smiling, Julie?" he asked. "Does it mean so little to you that I've been with another woman-your woman?"
"I can't be jealous of you, Tom ... nor of Susan."
"We had a long talk."
"I know," Julie replied.
"So what happens, Julie? I mean, you and I?"
She shrugged. "I suppose that's up to you, Tom."
"Divorce?"
"Only if you want that."
He frowned for a while, deep in thought. "I'm not sure," he finally said. "I don't seem sure of anything anymore."
Julie got to her feet, then walked toward him. At the side of his chair, she placed her hand on his shoulder, looking down at him. "We've had a lot, Tom. Maybe it's gone now, but I don't think so. I don't want to lose what we've had. And, believe it or not, Tom, I do love you."
"Love!" he snorted. "Love is spelled f-u-c-k. Love is nothing more than a hot pussy and a stiff cock without a conscience."
"You may be right, Tom," she said softly, placing her arm about his shoulder and bringing his head to her stomach, holding him there. "But I think love is emotion, too. Oh, I know some people call it a misunderstanding between two fools, and they may be right. I only know how I feel about it."
She caressed the back of his head, trying to gather her thoughts. Tom rested his cheek at her soft stomach, feeling the warmth there. Almost hesitantly, he moved his arm around her waist, then let his palm drop to her sweet buttocks.
"I still think this is love," he said, squeezing her bottom to indicate his meaning. "Ass, Julie. Love is nothing more than a piece of ass."
"I suppose, but so is it love to show care, tenderness, to hold someone the way I'm holding you now." Julie hugged his head against her stomach. "Caressing your neck, feeling you close to me, that's love. But then, it's love for you to hold my bottom, too."
"Are we both right, then?"
"I don't know," she said truthfully. "I think so. I hope so."
They were that way when Susan entered the house without knocking.
"Well," she said, seeing Tom and Julie in a tender embrace, "I see things are okay between you two."
Julie turned and smiled at Susan. Tom lifted his head and pulled his hand from his wife's bottom. "I think so, Susan ... and I sincerely hope so, as I just told Tom."
"Hank?" Tom questioned.
"Probably cruising," Susan said. Then, seeing the expression on Tom's face, said, "no, not really. He hasn't the nerve-yet."
A silence fell between them, and Susan sat on the couch and waited, giving them all the time they needed. The offer of a drink was refused, but she accepted coffee that Julie brought.
Finally Tom smacked his fist into the palm of his hand. "Goddamn! It won't work."
"Why won't it, Tom?" Susan said softly. "Others have made it work. Are we so different?"
"I don't know if I could take it-handle it," he said.
Susan flashed a mischievous grin. "I don't know about taking it, but I'm sure you can handle it. You proved that this afternoon, darling."
"And Hank?"
"Hank isn't concerned," Susan said. "Like I've said, it's only a matter of time before he comes out of the closet. If and when that happens, Hank won't stay around."
"It seems so ... cold," Tom replied.
"Not at all, darling," Susan replied. "All we're doing is giving Hank the needed push. You'll see. I know my husband."
"He's my friend, for Christ's sake!"
"Okay, let him grab that dong of yours, then," Susan said. "I told you how he's always looking at you, talking about you."
"Sorry," he grimaced. "I don't go for that."
"Neither did Hank," Susan smiled. "That is, he didn't before. Let me tell you something about Hank, and you'll understand it better. You see, Hank hasn't always been the big guy he is now. When he was young, he was skinny and sickly, but he outgrew it, as you can see. He was considered a fairy then, and when he was fifteen, some boys decided they were going to show him. They caught the poor guy in an alley and pulled his pants off, and while two of the boys held him, the third raped Hank up his asshole. No, Hank didn't go for it then. But he keeps a fairly large rubber cock in the house, hidden from me, he thinks. I've seen him screw himself with it. Oh, he don't know I've seen it, of course. I've seen sucking on it like a baby with a pacifier, too. Like I said, it's just a little nudge, that's all."
Tom shuddered.
"So, do we try to make a go of this or not, darling?" Susan asked.
"You don't love Hank, do you?"
"No, I never have. That isn't as cruel as it sounds. Hank is aware of that, and he doesn't love me, either. He married me as one more step in his struggle against homosexuality. I married him for what he could provide. A marriage of convenience. Happens all the time."
"It still sounds as if you're-us, really-kicking him into the gutter."
"No," Susan said. "Hank is living in torment right now. He doesn't know which direction to go in, up or down. Sorry, that slipped out. I don't mean to be flippant. I believe Hank will be happier, once he sees the light, so to speak."
Tom considered for a while. "I still have doubts about me," he said. "Can I handle it, emotionally?"
"Tom," Susan said, "most men would give their right arm for just such a situation as I've proposed to you."
He grinned suddenly. "Yeah, I know a few who would."
"Well?"
He looked from Julie to Susan, seeing two of the most beautiful girls a man could possibly want. Round-breasted, long-thighed, full-bottomed, and both with unlimited sexuality. "There's one thing that bothers me," he said.
"What's that?" Susan asked.
"You two." He moved his eyes from one to the other again. "I'm afraid I'd be left out in the cold. After all, it seems you both prefer each other to me or any man."
Susan gave a throaty laugh. "You're wrong, darling. I've shown you how much I love it with a man, didn't I? And Julie has told me she could never give up taking it from a man-if you did it to her the way she wants it."
"Meaning?"
"You can't have your cake and eat it, too," Susan said. "I know you've been making use of her mouth, using it as a pussy, when she has the genuine item in her frilly panties. You've made her blow you despite her revulsion of it. Oh, I know she enjoys your cock in her mouth, but one would think you'd respect her desire not to come there."
Tom looked sheepish. "Maybe you're right."
"You know I am."
"So where do we go from here?" Julie asked after her long silence.
"Just as I told you and Tom," Susan said. "I can provide him with whatever type of sex he wants. I don't mind at all having him blow off in my mouth. He'll have me for that, both of us for screwing, when he wants it that way, and you and I will have each other."
"What do I do in the meantime?" Tom asked. "I mean, while you two are having a ball."
"The answer is obvious, isn't it?" Susan smiled. "You simply join the fun and games."
Tom shook his head. "This is crazy, you know that?"
"So we're all crazy," Susan replied. "How many people do you know that aren't crazy?"
"You've got a point," Tom said. "So that leaves us with one more thing," Susan grinned.
"It does?" Tom asked, puzzled.
"Whether you can handle it emotionally."
"That is going to be a problem." Tom grinned wryly.
"There's only one way to find out," Susan said, getting to her feet. She tugged the belt from her wraparound skirt. She was naked underneath it. Tom shot a quick glance at Julie. She was gazing at Susan's exposure with warm eyes, a tiny smile flickering on her lips. Despite his statements of possible jealousy, of not handling this weird situation emotionally, his cock had become painfully erect inside his pants.
Susan slipped from the dress easily, letting it fall to her feet. She stood like a naked goddess, her breasts arching up and out, sweetly curved and tipped by two pink nipples. Her golden bush gleamed in the single light that lit up the living room. Her long, smooth thighs were slightly parted, and the finely sculptured split of her vagina was faintly visible.
Julie was trembling in desire as she looked at Susan's nakedness. Tom's cock throbbed in his pants, and the palms of his hands were suddenly moist, a faint itch there, an itch to reach out and feel this tall blonde beauty, to touch all those rounded curves and inviting hollows.
With her hips swaying seductively, Susan walked across the floor, caressing her breasts and smiling. She stopped as her knees touched Tom's, then she leaned down and kissed him. She felt one of his hands come up, fingers molding about one dangling breasts, and she murmured in pleasure against his mouth. Without removing her lips, Susan took hold of his other hand, and moved it up the back of Julie's thighs, under her skirt, and placed it on the swell of Julie's bottom.
Tom grew slightly dizzy. He squeezed into the resilient flesh of Susan's breast, careful not to hurt , her, and his other hand did the same to his wife's buttocks. It was true, he thought. Any man would give his right arm to be sitting where he was right now, a breast in one hand, a lovely smooth bottom in the other. Two different women, both beautiful and both sensual.
Tom slipped his hand under Julie's panties, stretching the nylon material and hearing a soft, tearing sound. He moved his hands over her bottom, and reluctantly gave up his grip on Susan's breast as she pulled away. He watched with an almost detached manner as Susan pressed her body against Julie's, their lips meeting. For a moment, there was a fleeting flicker of jealousy, but it died just as quickly as it came. His hand was still underneath Julie's panties, and he dug his fingers into the firm flesh as the two women embraced.
Oddly enough, he felt excitement bubbling inside himself. He twisted in the chair and placed his hand on Susan's naked ass, feeling both of the girls simultaneously, watching as their tongues switched places, hearing their passionate breathing.
Susan's hand located the zipper at the back of Julie's dress, and it came down in a soft whisper. Shrugging her shoulders, Julie let the dress fall, and Susan unhooked the bra, freeing the globes. Now Tom got to his feet and stood beside the embracing girls, holding each by the ass while their breasts rubbed and played against each other. He watched with growing desire. When Susan knelt to strip the torn panties from Julie's hips, Tom found his tongue being sucked into his wife's mouth. Julie, stepping free of her panties, dropped a hand to the front of Tom's pants, opened his fly, and pulled his stiff prick out. She stroked her hand up and down it as she sucked his tongue, and felt the heat of Susan's mouth on her hand there. She broke the kiss with Tom, and man and wife looked down as Susan opened her lips and sucked the full, thick length of Tom's cock into her mouth.
As Susan sucked on Tom's cock, she slipped one hand up to move on top of Julie's hand, bringing it back to his prick. Julie and Susan both fondled him as Susan sucked, and Susan's other hand moved smoothly in between Julie's thighs, then felt the moist puffiness of the hot little snatch.
Tom watched Susan sucking on his dick, then looked into his wife's eyes. Her dark eyes were bright, sparkling, as if she held tiny stars in them. He smiled, and dropped his eyes down again to the kneeling Susan, this time seeing her hand as it moved about Julie's cunt. Julie arched her pelvis forward, opening her legs to give Susan access to her twitching pussy, and felt the finger slip deeply into the moist velvety folds, her thumb rubbing at the swollen clitoris.
"Tom," Julie whimpered, rolling her hips about in a tight circle against Susan's hand. "Tom, kiss me!"
The kiss between them was filled with passion, hard and hungry. Julie placed her free hand on his shoulder, holding him tight as she gyrated her crotch against Susan's fingers, her other hand pumping on as much of his dick as she could.
Tom felt the warm wetness of Susan's mouth pull from his prick, and he broke the kiss to look down. Julie, too, looked. Susan pressed her lips into the tangled mass of dark cunt hair, kissing moistly and loudly, her pale blue eyes staring wantonly up at Julie and Tom. Her hand, along with Julie's, continued to pump on his long cock.
"Ooooo," Julie crooned as Susan used both her hands to pull the hairy lips apart and up, bringing the inflamed clitoris into proximity with her sucking lips. Susan clutched at Julie's clitoris with her mouth, sucking hard, yet tenderly, at, the same time. Her tongue fluttered about the tip, causing Julie to shudder in pleasure. "Ohhhh, God ... God! I love it! Tom ... Susan ... I love it!"
Her hand on her husband's cock beat rapidly as her hips ground against Susan's face. Her eyes closed tightly as she whimpered and sighed, her breasts jiggling deliciously. Tom placed his hand on the top of Susan's golden head, shoving against it, his other hand on his wife's ass, pressing there, too, as if he were trying to glue his wife's cunt to Susan's mouth.
He felt his wife pulling on his cock, and saw that she was trying to bring it between Susan's mouth and her pussy. Susan felt the hard wetness against her cheek and pulled her face away slightly, allowing Tom's cock to be brought against Julie's clitoris. Her tongue shot forth then and she licked both the clitoris and the head of Tom's prick. Susan was kneeling in such a position that both Julie and Tom could see all of her lip and tongue action, and Tom found himself extremely aroused by it all. Julie was still pumping on his cock, holding it pressed at her clitoris, and he watched as Susan's tongue licked along the flaring, dripping piss hole, alternating her strokes against as much as she could Julie's clitoris.
Susan pulled her face away from the genitals for a moment, smiled up at Julie and Tom. "See?" she said in a thick voice. "I've got the two of you. I can lick your cock, Tom ... and lick Julie's clitoris, all at the same time." As if to emphasize her words, she slithered her tongue out again and licked the bead of fluid from his cock, her tongue tasting Julie's swollen clitoris at the same time.
Julie pulled and shoved Tom's cock with her tight fist, staring between her heaving breasts and watching Susan lick and kiss her pussy and Tom's cock. The very sight of Susan doing such a thing inflamed her beyond bounds. Tom had one of his hands on her ass, his fingers digging into the warm crevice there, and she felt him brushing at her clenched asshole. The arm on his shoulder dropped, and she managed to loosen his belt, causing his pants to fall. Thrusting her fingers into his shorts, she dug her own fingers into his ass.
Susan, finding hairy balls free, began to play with them, her tongue seemingly everywhere on his cock and Julie's cunt. Her other hand was plunging in and out of Julie's twat, too.
"Ohhh," Julie moaned as Tom worked a finger into her tight asshole, shoving it in and out. "Bastard ... bastard," she murmured, but her voice held only passion, not anger. She answered his probing with a finger of her own, driving it far up his asshole.
"Oh, shit!" Tom yelped.
"Don't you dare!" Julie groaned, fucking her finger swiftly. "Ohhh, Susan ... eat me! Suck me ... lick my cunt!"
Tom had an insane urge to laugh. Julie had been quite passionate with him, but never so free with her vocabulary. He worked his finger back and forth in his wife's asshole, staring in heat at the way Susan's tongue managed to lick his cock and Julie's pussy at the same time.
Then, before he could control it, the pearl-white semen shot from the tip of his throbbing cock, splashing directly onto Julie's clitoris.
"Mmmmmm," Julie whimpered as the warm, thick fluid coated her clitoris.
Susan, her tongue at the tip of Tom's prick, lapped furiously at the spewing, her tongue darting swiftly against Julie's clitoris as she sucked up the semen. She pulled hard on Tom's balls, hearing him grunt in a mixture of pleasure-pain, and suddenly relaxed her grip. As Tom's discharge dribbled to a stop, Susan ran her tongue up and down Julie's pussy, licking away the thick juices, and Julie slammed her pussy hard into Susan's face, her finger plunging brutally up her husband's asshole, and entered an orgasm that made her whole body shudder like a leaf in a gale force wind.
Susan settled back on her heels, grinning with pleasure at her accomplishment. Her face was smeared with the juices of Julie and Tom, and her lips looked slightly puffy. Julie and Tom looked exhausted.
Chapter Ten
Sunday was a day of reckoning for the Andrews's.
Despite what had transpired between the three of them the night before, Julie remained somewhat wary of Tom. She felt as if she did not know him as well as she had thought. His violence had come as a surprise and shock to her, and his participation with Susan was something she had to think about.
She arose early and dressed in white, tight, hip-hugger shorts and a middy blouse. Her chestnut-colored hair flowed silkily down past her shoulders, and her shower had put a healthy, vibrant glow to her creamy flesh. Her lips were pink enough not to require the added color of lipstick, but she applied a faint coat of pink anyway.
Sitting in the kitchen drinking her morning coffee, Julie debated calling Susan and asking her to come over. After a moments thought, she discarded the idea. She wanted to see Tom's morning-after expression before she made any unwise moves. She had never seen Tom indicate jealousy about her before, with the exception of the other night. He knew she flirted and teased like all the wives at neighborhood parties. That was the accepted behavior, the custom of the tribal rituals. He was no angel at those parties, either. Yet, between all parties concerned, it was an unspoken rule that no one would go past a few kisses or maybe a feel or two.
All their friends were young moderns, or so they liked to think. All had money enough to enjoy themselves, but they were nowhere near the jet set crowd. They didn't attempt to imitate those wealthy partygoers in any way. They used their homes for their gatherings, the way most middle-class couples did. Barbecues, beer, a few drinks, dancing, a fast feel in some dark corner, and that was the extent of their excitement.
As she sipped her coffee, Julie wondered if any of their friends had gone as far as she and Tom had. There had been rumors of one couple who had begun trading mates with another, but no one knew for sure. There had been a great deal of teasing talk among her crowd concerning such an event, but it never got out of hand. Tom was always right there, grinning and talking as loudly about trading off as the other men. The wives weren't bashful; some of them agreed it would perk up things.
Well, she sighed, it seemed she and Tom had finally done it-with Susan. Julie knew well enough that she didn't want indiscriminate sex with just anyone. She didn't believe she would have entered into such a thing with one of the other couples in their crowd. It was Susan she wanted, no one else. She tried to visualize sharing Susan with a different man than Tom, and found it distasteful. It was different with her husband. Julie thought. With Tom and Susan, there was love, affection, not just greedy, overwhelming sex.
She wondered if Susan had planned her seduction, I if that night with her and Hank was all planned I ahead of time. Thinking of those many times Susan I had found opportunities to caress her some way, like the time in the shower, it seemed to point that way. Yet Susan had been angry with her husband, mad enough to pour beer onto his genitals.
She flushed slightly as she remembered it was she, Julie, who had placed her lips against Susan's pussy the first time. After all that struggling against it, she had begun kissing Susan on her delicately scented cunt, and it had been done of her own free will. Susan had not forced her into it. All Susan had done was place it close to her face and play with it, and Julie had done the rest.
She tried to analyze her emotions about being a lesbian, but she couldn't decide. She knew it had been fantastic, a wonderful, glorious thing. It was so different from doing it with a man; a warm, soft, pliable body without hair except in the most important areas. It was so unlike the hairy hardness of a man, the muscular strength of a man's thighs and broad chest. How odd, she thought. She had never realized that with Tom, or all those other men, atop her, she felt suffocated, as though she were being crushed by hairy maleness. She didn't feel that way at all with Susan.
Tom came into the kitchen and poured himself coffee, sitting across from her. He lit a cigarette and gazed into the steaming black liquid, not saying anything to Julie after a grumpy good morning. She watched his face, but he didn't seem at all different. Tom was a handsome man, she thought, and a man any woman would be proud to be with. She was proud of him, proud to be seen with him, and loved him, even after last night. Yet Julie found herself loving him in a platonic way. Curiously, she wondered why she felt no sexual desire for Tom now.
Tom was thinking of the night before, too.
He was trying to be angry, to be jealous of Julie. But it was difficult for him to do so. Love just doesn't up and walk away at the snap of your fingers. Did he love Julie? Of course. He loved her the way he would love a sister, if he had one. He couldn't even be angry any longer about seeing her with Susan. He could almost understand why Julie would enjoy the pleasures of the blonde beauty. Susan was the type of woman who seemed to draw the love of others, men or women.
He had flirted and teased with Susan many times, and he admitted he would have crawled between her thighs if she had so much as wiggled her little finger at him. He had felt desire for Susan since they had first met. But he played the game according to the rules, the way they all did.
Now it seemed those rules had been warped out of shape.
He looked at Julie, blowing a cloud of blue-gray smoke toward the ceiling. He tried to place himself in her situation, tried to understand why she would prefer Susan's mouth and tongue to his prick. He couldn't understand it. The very idea of shoving his face into a hairy, wet cunt wasn't appealing to Tom. He had always considered any man who did so wasn't much of a man. Christ's sake, he thought, any man who has to satisfy a woman with his fucking tongue couldn't have much of a dick. But with a woman using her mouth on a man, Tom considered that different. After all, a woman had holes everywhere, and a dick was made for a hole, wasn't it?
Besides, Tom felt, it was different when a woman sucked a man off. It wasn't the same for a man to stick his tongue up a pussy. He knew his thoughts were chauvinistic, but he couldn't help his beliefs. He gazed at his wife, seeing the saucy tilt of her unfettered breasts beneath the thin blouse. Julie was not the stereotyped sort of Lesbian; she was soft and womanly and ever so sweet. She was a prize for any man, yet she preferred women. No, strike that ... she preferred one woman.
He wondered how Hank Appling felt about this.
"Well, Tom," Julie sighed. "What next?"
He regarded her for a long time before speaking. "Julie, I just don't know."
She smiled at him, reaching over to place her hand atop his. "I know, Tom. I'm as confused as you are."
"Do you think it would work, Julie?"
She looked at him, then nodded her head quickly. "I think so. I want to give it a try. But I don't want you to be hurt, either. I love you, Tom, despite the way things look."
"But you don't like sex with me, is that it?"
"Oh, Tom, I've enjoyed it with you," she said softly. "But I seem to enjoy it more with Susan. Does that make me some kind of monster?"
"You could never be a monster, honey," he said affectionately. "I don't know what has happened, with you or me, but I know you aren't a monster. I'd like to take the blame for this, but I-"
"No, Tom," she interrupted. "It isn't your fault. I thought I was happy with you, even sucking you, but I was wrong. I could never be happy-sexually happy-with any man. It isn't a slur against you or your capabilities, darling. You're fantastic in that department-it's me. I'm a Lesbian, Tom."
"And Susan?"
"Susan is anything you want her to be, Tom. She lives for the excitement of both men and women. If we can work this thing out, she'll be good for you."
"It seems so weird," he replied, shaking his head.
"About last night," Julie went on slowly, watching him closely. "Tom, with Susan, I won't be much good for you. Oh, I know it was discussed how you would have us both, but I wouldn't be any good at all-not any more. I'll keep my part of it, of course. You can have me anytime you want, but I have to be honest, darling-I won't like it."
Tom was silent for a long time, thinking about what his wife had said. It was amazing that after all this time, she finally didn't like sex with him. He wondered if he would be angry if it were a man instead of Susan.
"But you'll like it with Susan?"
"Oh, yes!" Julie smiled, her eyes brightening. "Oh, Tom ... it's so wonderful with her! I can't describe it, but it's so much different than being with you."
"I'm a horny guy, Julie," he said. "You know that. We may find ourselves in competition for her."
"I'll share, Tom," Julie said in her low voice. "I won't be at all jealous of you or her. I love you, Tom, and I love Susan. It's crazy, like you say, but there it is. I won't be jealous when you're with her."
"Alternate nights, huh?"
"Don't be bitter, darling. We can't go by a schedule; you know that. I won't interfere when you and Susan get together."
"Just wait your turn, right?"
"You don't have to make it sound so ... so vulgar,"
"I wonder how Susan would feel, being a piece shared between us," he mused aloud.
"Susan is sexy, darling," Julie replied. "I don't just mean sexy sexy, but wanton sexy. She loves it, as you found out. Susan wouldn't mind at all being between us. You heard her last night."
"A man with two wives is breaking some kind of silly law."
"We can all live together, Tom. You can stay married to me and have Susan with us, or if you want, I'll divorce you and you can marry her-but on the condition I stay, too."
He watched her as she got up and moved to the stove. Her luscious thighs were tanned, very creamy and lickable, he thought. Lickable, of course, but riot for him-for Susan. He liked the way her bottom swelled and stood in bold relief inside the tight shorts. He could see the small dimple at the small of her back, and her buttocks were tight and firm, swaying as she moved in a graceful rhythm, but there was no jiggle, no obscene wagging. Watching her, Tom became aware that his cock was up and hard.
Because she had admitted to being a Lesbian, was his cock up to challenge this threat to his masculinity? He didn't know. As Julie turned and started toward the table again, he noticed he could see the outline of her vagina, the slight swell of the lips and the way the crotch of her white shorts pulled between them. On another girl, it might have been a vulgar display, but not on Julie.
She noticed his eyes, and glanced down at herself. She flashed a smile at him. "Susan likes me dressed this way, Tom. If it makes you hard, I'll let you do it to me."
She cocked her ear. "Hank is going someplace. That's his car going now. If I've made you hot, darling, why don't you go over and screw your other wife?"
He gave her a crooked grin. "Don't act so blas�, Julie. You never have before."
"I think I've changed a great deal these past few days, darling," she grinned. "I've learned something about myself."
He stood up. "We all have, it seems. Okay, Julie ... I'm going over to Susan's, and if she meant it last night, I'm going to fuck her, to be blunt."
Julie saw the bulge of his cock, and smiled. "Enjoy yourself, darling. Maybe I can come over later."
"Alternate nights, huh?"
"Tom, please." She moved to him, offering her pursed lips to his. Her right hand gripped his hard on, squeezing it as they kissed. He patted her swelling ass. "Go screw her, darling. This thing is terribly hard."
He looked into her sparkling eyes, then left.
Susan pulled him into the house with warm arms, her full lips going to his immediately. "I was waiting for you, honey. Hank is going to be busy until two or three this afternoon. We have time."
She pressed her pelvis against him and wiggled, smiling wickedly. He cupped her fantastic buttocks, bringing her close. "I had a hard-on, Susan, but it seems to have left me between there and here."
"I think I can manage, don't you?"
"Julie sent me."
"She did?" Susan laughed throatily. "She's sweet, your Julie, or should I say-our Julie?"
"I believe she's yours," he said. "We had a long talk this morning. I think she's finished with me. Oh, I don't mean leaving me-finished with sex with -me."
"Oh?"
"She saw my hard-on, told me she didn't like sex with me, but I could fuck her if I wanted. I didn't want. It's never any good unless the girl is eager and willing."
"I'm willing, and I'm certainly eager," Susan responded, dropping a hand between them and tugging at the zipper of his fly. "My, you did lose that hard-on, didn't you? Want to bet I can bring it up again?"
Susan was still in her robe, naked underneath it. He slipped his hands inside the folds and found warm, smooth flesh. Leaning, he licked his tongue over a rubbery nipple, bring mewls of pleasure from Susan. He cupped her ass cheek in one hand, the other on a full, firm breast. She stroked his limp prick, bringing it into a half hardness.
Slipping down to her knees, she opened her mouth and sucked his cock into the wet cavity. Tom looked down at the lovely woman as she pulled and pushed her lips along his cock until it was firm and strong. Her tongue did things to him he would not have thought possible, flicking and licking and sucking. As she pulled her tight lips away, she ran the flat surface of her tongue along the underside, and then used the tip to flutter deliciously about his dripping pisshole, licking away the small clear bead of fluid. She grinned up at him.
"How do you want it, darling?" she asked, getting to her feet and letting the robe fall. She stood before him, proud in her nakedness, breasts firm and wide, tipped with hard little pink nipples. "You know, Tom, you've never screwed me. Why don't you give my pussy a try now? I'm a good lay, darling."
Tom, despite all they had discussed, was almost stunned by her naked beauty, her sheer wanton nature. His cock jerked up and down as he looked at her, at the tilted breasts, the lush golden triangle, the long, exquisite thighs.
Susan laughed in delight and took his hand. Bringing it in between her thighs, she closed the warmth about his fingers. Holding his wrist, she rolled her hips, pressing her pussy into his palm. "See, darling. See how hot it is," she whispered throatily.
How it happened, Tom didn't know. One moment he was standing with her, feeling that hairy heat of her twat, and the next moment he was on his back in her bed, his clothes off, and Susan was standing above him, legs wide.
"Well, Tom," she murmured, stroking her breasts with light fingers, "How's the view from there?"
"Oh, Christ!" he gurgled.
Susan began to lower herself, very slowly, keeping her knees wide, a grin on her face. He watched the hair-rimmed pinkness of her cunt part slightly, saw the glistening clitoris, then she was brushing the head of his cock along that steaming groove. He wondered how she could hold herself in that position, every muscle straining.
"Ahhhhh," Susan mewled, sitting down on him. His cock felt as if it had been sucked into the depths of a roaring furnace. His wife, Julie, had never been this hot inside there, and he was certain she was not as tight. It seemed to Tom that every tiny muscle in Susan's pussy was doing something to him, each thing different. She sat there, pressed tight down on him, his balls against her smooth ass, her pubic hair mingling with his, but even though she wasn't moving, things inside her snatch certainly were. "Ohhhh, that feels nice, doesn't it? Oh, Tom ... this is wonderful!"
And Susan began to move.
She slid her crotch back and forth, bending his cock at angles that brought slight pain to him, but a delicious pain, the warm crack of her ass riding along his testicles. Leaning forward, Susan braced herself with her hands just past his shoulders, her lovely breasts dangling sweetly. He cupped them, squeezing and digging into the firm flesh, causing Susan to gurgle happily. Using the muscle power of her thighs, she began to lift and lower her crotch on him, screwing him with tight gyrations of her hips.
The tip of Susan's tongue worked back and forth on her lips, snake-like, and that wicked grin stayed there, her eyes gleaming brightly as she humped up and down. By raising his head and shoving it downward, Tom was able to lick his tongue along her nipples, sucking them into his mouth. Susan jiggled her breasts against his face, crooning as her hips moved faster and faster.
"Suck my titties, darling," she mewled. "Ahhhh, I love my titties being sucked! Ohhhh, bite them, darling ... gently, very gently. Ohhhh, that's it! Ahhhh, Tom ... Ooooo, does your cock stretch my cunt! So big ... much larger than Hank's. Mmmm ... mmmmm ... aahhmmmm!"
It seemed to Tom that Susan's cunt was everywhere at once on his prick. She was up and down it, round and round it, and it seemed to always be deeply buried into that fiery hole. Yet she was lifting until it was almost pulled free at times, swinging her ass about on the head, then slamming down hard until he thought her sweet ass would crack his balls with the power. Soft liquid sounds came from between them, sounds that brought greater excitement to him. And the scents ... the most heavenly, arousing scents he had ever imagined. It wasn't the pissy, sometimes sour odor, but one of delicate fragrance that seemed to inflame his senses until his head reeled, urging him to greater stiffness.
It amazed Tom that Susan could wiggle this way. She was almost like a contortionist. He felt her breasts pulled from his sucking mouth, and the nipple was replaced by a warm, wet, hungry tongue. He sucked on her tongue as she rolled and twisted her ass atop him, listening to her excited squeals of abandoned delight.
"Darling, darling," Susan murmured heatedly, pulling her tongue from his mouth. She licked her tongue over his lips, stabbed between them a couple times. "Ohhhh, I'll come soon! Ohhhh, yes! Don't make me come alone, Tom. Don't let me come alone, please! Do it with me ... come with me, darling!"
Her ass banged up and down furiously, and he humped up to meet the powerful downward lunges she made. He wanted to reply, but he couldn't get the words out.
Susan could feel the throbbing power of his cock inside her cunt, and she writhed mightily on it, panting and gasping in her efforts, sweat rolling over her naked flesh, between her dangling breasts, down the insides of her thighs. She whimpered as she ground her crotch against his pubic area, then screamed as the rumblings of her orgasm whipped through her steaming body. Her pussy was having clutching spasms, and the convulsions brought Tom's semen boiling up and out, splashing the velvety interior of her vagina. Susan screamed again as she felt it in her, and she rolled .her naked ass furiously in a tight circle, not wanting to lift up from that spurting prick.
She squinched her eyes tight, letting the delicious pleasure take hold of her being. Tom, his hands digging almost brutally into her tender breasts as he came, found his own eyes closing out of sheer delight. When they finished, the spasms becoming slower, he felt her shudder above him, and stroked one hand down her moist back to the creamy swell of her buttocks, gripping one cheek tightly as she spread out on him, her thighs along each of his, her breasts mashing into his chest.
Neither of them saw Hank standing in the doorway until he made a sound. Both Susan and Tom jerked, their eyes widening as they saw Hank start toward them. Tom quickly shoved Susan off and away from him, not knowing what to expect of his friend, but wanting to be prepared just in case.
"Hank," he said, "don't start ... "
Tom jumped from the bed, looking ridiculously vulnerable without clothes on, his cock dangling softly now, still gleaming with the mixed fluids of himself and Hank's wife.
Hank kept moving closer, his eyes on Tom. There was a glitter in Hank's eyes that Tom wasn't sure of, something he had not seen before. It could spell danger, but then, it could mean something else, too.
But Hank brushed past Tom, and with a growl, threw himself onto the bed, pulling at Susan. Tom started to reach out for Hank, but then stopped, his eyes popping with surprise.
Hank had grabbed Susan, and then pulled her flat across the bed and onto her back. He shoved her thighs wide apart, and then rammed his face into the hairy split of his wife. Tom stared, surprised, as Hank sucked and licked Susan's twat, growling like an animal. Susan lifted her legs, bending them at the knee, and closed the smooth inner surfaces about her husband's face, flashing a wink at Tom.
"Eat me, Hank," she urged, twisting her cunt into his face and pulling at the back of his head. "Eat my pussy! Suck all that come out of my cunt, darling! Tongue it up ... lick that come out of me!"
Tom shook his head sadly as he watched his friend devour the juices he had deposited into Susan. Again Susan winked at him and rolled her tongue around her lips suggestively. Tom turned, gathering up his clothing, and left, still shaking his head.
Chapter Eleven
During the next three days, Julie made herself available to Tom whenever he wanted her. He took her, because he was hot blooded, but he had noticed the cooling of her sexuality with him. She still gave him a damn good piece, but without her former warmth. It wasn't much good.
She knew she was disappointing her husband, and did try to satisfy him as best she could. He no longer asked her to suck him off, but when she offered her ass to him, he accepted that. However, unlike her initial penetration by Hank while with Susan, Julie could not work up the enthusiasm for it. It was painful to her, and she felt nothing but the fullness of his cock up her ass.
They maintained their good relationship with one another, but the atmosphere had become noticeably cool. Tom was beginning to understand about Lesbianism, reading whatever he could on the subject. He found he could no longer be angry with Julie for this sudden change in her sexual inclinations. He did not consider Lesbianism to be a disease or mental aberration, the way many did. He was surprised at his outlook. He was unable to condemn Julie, unable to be angry the way he had been at first.
Julie had become even more radiant than ever, he thought. She was happy all the time, never moody. The only time she seemed unhappy was when he wanted her body, but even then she tried hard to conceal her emotions from him.
He found out, through Julie's frequent visits with Susan, that Hank was putting away great quantities of alcohol, ignoring his business and spending most of his time in a bar. As much as he wanted to, Tom could not equate Hank's homosexuality with Lesbianism. It didn't seem the same to him. With two women it was different, although he knew his thinking was somewhat out of line. He would shudder in revulsion when he thought of Hank, or tried to imagine any two men involved in a sexual situation.
Two women, well, that was much different, and it bothered him. He wondered if it was the fact that a woman did not ejaculate, if that made the difference. Although he himself had never enjoyed having his face so close to a hairy split, he could see why a woman would enjoy it, even though it were another woman performing the act. Women were sweet and beautiful, men hard and angular, not at all pretty.
Susan did not seem to have changed in her personality at all. She was the same happy, bubbling person she had always been, dividing her attention between Tom and Julie equally, never showing a preference for either. Julie however showed her preference for Susan openly. Before Tom, Julie couldn't keep her hands off the fantastic body of Susan, kissing her and caressing her. It was amazing to Tom that he had not felt any jealousy after the initial anger he had taken out on his wife. He felt no jealousy about either of the women, and to his delight found he enjoyed watching them together. Maybe it was because Susan paid attention to him, always making certain he was not neglected.
Another thing that surprised Tom was the fact that Julie was doing things with Susan she would never had done with him. Susan, unlike Julie, enjoyed a hardness inside her snatch, and somewhere they had gotten a rubber dildo.
On the fourth afternoon since being surprised by Hank, Tom returned from his office and discovered Julie and Susan together on his large bed. When he arrived, the girls were not startled, but happy he was there.
Tom came into the bedroom and saw them on the bed, both girls naked. They were hugging and kissing as their passion grew, and it was obvious they had not been at this very long. Although he was very excited by the two naked bodies, he undressed and showered, listening to the sighs of pleasure from the bed ... After toweling himself, he stepped into the bedroom, his cock straining out. His first impulse was to get onto the bed and screw Susan, but then he decided Julie should enjoy herself first. He knew it had been a few days since his wife and Susan had gotten together.
He crawled onto the bed and leaned against the headboard, his cock jutting up in throbbing hardness as he watched them kissing and feeling, Susan's tongue deep into Julie's sucking mouth. Susan had spread her thighs and Julie was fingering the warm, blonde-rimmed pussy, paying most of her attention to the glistening clitoris. She would, however, shove her finger into the tight cunt now and then, making Susan gurgle with pleasure.
Susan rolled onto her back, opening her legs as wide as she could, and laughed happily as Julie began to suck at a delicate pink nipple. Julie pulled her knees under her body, her fine, perky ass waving in the air. Tom, from his position, could see his wife's cunt showing past her thighs, the puffiness of the lips, and the crinkled circle of her asshole.
"Let me," Susan said, reaching out and wrapping her fingers tightly about his cock. "We can't let you sit there with that enormous hard-on, darling."
As Julie sucked and licked at her up-standing breasts and nipples, Susan stroked Tom's prick, fondling his testicles in her hand, then tickling him along the head of his cock. With each bead of juice her fist brought up, she would wipe it away and then lick it from her fingers.
This was the first time Tom had seen the rubber prick, and as Julie sucked on her breasts, Susan handed it to her. Julie took the artificial prick and worked it into Susan's cunt, then moved it in and out.
Susan, pumping slowly but firmly on Tom's prick, twisted her hips about as the rubber cock fucked her. "Ohhhh, this is nice," she squealed. "I love being fucked and having a nice hard-on in my hand, too. Suck my titties, Julie! Suck them and lick them! Ohhh, you're sweet, Julie. I love it when you suck on my nipples that way. Mmmmm ... fuck my cunt faster with that rubber dick! Ohhhh, my, yes!"
Torn watched with excitement as his wife twisted her tongue about the rubbery tips of Susan's breasts, reaching out to fondle her upturned ass. Julie wagged her bottom at him, never taking her lips and tongue from the sweetness of Susan's breasts. Even when Tom pressed his finger against the tightness of her ass, she didn't lift her face. Instead, she shoved her bottom back onto his hand, and as his finger entered her asshole, she mewled and writhed.
Working his finger in and out of his wife's ass, Tom realized Julie was ready for anything he wanted and enthusiastic, as long as Susan was with her. That was the difference in Julie's passion-having a woman she could suck and lick. But her passion was infinite, and he could do whatever he wanted with her, and she would respond.
He was considering moving up behind her and shoving his cock into either her pussy or asshole when Susan suddenly changed her position.
Susan twisted about until she was on her hands and knees. "Screw me with that bastard from behind, Julie," she said, throwing her blonde hair out of her face. "Fuck me with that big son of a bitch back there ... I'm going to suck this monster off at the same time."
Julie moved behind Susan, shoved the rubber dildo into Susan's cunt, and then began to run her lips and tongue over the creamy swell of Susan's ass. Tom was in a position to watch as Susan bowed her back and jutted her bottom into Julie's face. He felt the hot wetness of Susan's mouth as it closed about his hard prick. A soft moan of pleasure came from Susan as her mouth and pussy were stretched and filled at the same time. She made sucking sounds as her mouth ran up and down the length of his cock, her ass wiggling into Julie's face.
Tom could not see the dildo fucking Susan's twat, but he could see the way his wife ran her tongue up and down the warm crack of Susan's ass. By getting to his knees, he could peer past Susan's smooth back, down at her ass. He watched as his wife ran her tongue about the pink pucker of Susan's asshole, licking from where the rubber dildo was moving in and out to the very base of Susan's spine. Her tongue flew over the creamy cheeks, but returned time and again to the winking asshole. Susan gurgled in delight around his cock as she sucked furiously, wiggling her buttocks into Julie's licking, kissing face.
The only sounds in the room were the gasps of pleasure coming from the three, the soft suctions of Susan's mouth on Tom's prick, the mewls of pleasure Julie made by tonguing Susan in the ass.
There was a sudden sound from Susan, and her body shuddered violently. Tom realized she was coming, and his eyes widened as he saw his wife's tongue being thrust into Susan's asshole, the dildo running in and out of the convulsing cunt swiftly. He felt Susan's teeth scrape along his cock as she sucked in a hunger that was strong, and then he let it go.
Again Susan squealed as he shot the thick semen into her mouth, and she began to swallow quickly as her ass twisted.
"Since Hank won't be home," Susan said about an hour later, "Julie and I will fix dinner here, if you don't mind, Tom."
"I suppose I'll have to get used to having two women around," he replied. "Might as well begin now."
Both girls were on him, laughing and kissing his face, wrestling him about the bed playfully. "That's right, you big bastard," Susan said, biting his ear.
Showered and dressed, Tom found himself eating one of the best steaks he could remember having. Looking at the two women sitting at the table with him, he wondered how lucky a guy could be. If only Julie were like Susan, everything would be perfect. Never in his life had he thought he would find himself in this sort of situation.
Julie and Susan chatted like sisters, he thought, watching them. They didn't think anything odd about what they were involved in, riot from their happy laughter. Susan, as a means to overcome any resistance or hesitation on Tom's part, had bought and given him a book of a couple who lived an open marriage. Of course, it did not quite fit his own situation, but was very close to it. The book explained to him the philosophy of sexual freedom inside marriage, explained to him how people could live in harmony with one another, using new principles. The wife in that biography was, like Susan, what Tom called a switch-hitter.
" ... and felt my ass," Susan was saying, laughing.
"What?" Tom asked, bringing himself into the present. "I'm sorry, Susan, I didn't catch that."
"I was telling Julie," Susan repeated, "about my honeymoon trip. It was in Mexico City, and this boy-a kid, really, no more than twelve, maybe thirteen-he just came up behind us and started feeling my butt. Hank didn't even notice the kid. He had himself a real nice feel of my bottom all over, then swaggered off as pleased as could be."
"You didn't say anything to Hank?" Julie asked.
"Of course not," Susan laughed. "It was a thrill, if you know what I mean. I mean, here this little bastard was, feeling all around my ass, and in daylight, with some of his little friends gesturing to urge him on."
"Why didn't you kick him in the balls?" Tom wanted to know.
"But why, darling?" Susan asked, wide-eyed. "He only wanted to feel me."
Tom laughed. It was so like Susan, he thought.
Julie grinned broadly. "I can understand him," she said. "I like to feel you myself."
Susan leaned over and hugged Julie. "That's because you love me, honey. It just took you a while to wake up."
The girls did up the kitchen, and Julie brought Tom's coffee to the living room, where he was quietly smoking, still contemplating his unusual involvement. Again, he considered his wife. Julie had never been a forward person, had never used the language she used now. She had changed overnight, it seemed. Somehow, it seemed to make the bond between them stronger, and Tom couldn't understand that.
And Susan. He had always liked her, from the day they met. He had wanted the lovely blonde sexually, too, but like most men, he had fought off such desires because she was the wife of his friend.
And Hank. He still considered Hank to be a friend, but his previous closeness was gone. He remembered how Hank had come upon him and Susan, and immediately gone down on his wife as if Tom had not been in the room. The expression on Hank's face then was that of a tormented person. Tom understood that Hank had not really wanted to eat his wife out, but was after Tom's semen deposited there. In a way, lie supposed Hank considered it a blow job by proxy. He had heard that some men enjoyed sucking pussy after other men's screwing, and now he thought he understood those men. And although he didn't feel as close to Hank anymore, he still liked the man. But he would never feel close to him again.
He drank his coffee, and Susan refilled the cup. It had become dark now, and the girls had switched on a couple of lights in the living room. One of them had placed some soft music on the stereo, and Susan and Julie were in the middle of the floor, swaying back and forth, dancing with each other. Just like down-home folks, he thought, watching them.
Both girls were in thin blouses and miniskirts, and they pressed tightly to one another. Tom watched as they hugged in the dance, Julie now and then kissing Susan's smooth cheek, her tongue flicking out to tickle at the blonde's chin, her nose, or the lobe of her ear.
It had been Susan who started this, Tom knew, but it was Julie who had become the aggressor. Once again, Tom regretted his outburst of violence with his pretty, dark-haired girl wife.
The record changed, and a rock and roll beat came into the room. The two girls went into a frenzied dance, their arms moving, breasts jiggling, pelvises jerking almost lewdly. But to Tom the movements weren't lewd at all. It was like a mating dance, he thought, but not at all obscene. Arousing to him, but lewd. He watched their flashing thighs and waggling bottoms, and again discovered the possibility of loving two beautiful girls at the same time.
He wanted to get up and join them, but they were having so much fun together, he felt he would be .a damper. Instead, he sat and watched, a smile of affection on his face, feeling very much like a man with his own private harem.
The music became soft and romantic once more.
Both girls were pressed tightly together, swaying, their feet not moving. Julie's hands had dropped to the swell of Susan's buttocks, and she held them tenderly as they moved. Then the hands moved, feeling the curvy swells. Tom watched with growing excitement, seeing his wife start to slip the short skirt upwards, exposing Susan's bikini panties. For a while they danced that way, with Julie simply holding Susan's bottom. Then, somehow, Susan's skirt was gone, and she was dancing in her blouse and panties. They weren't really panties, Tom thought. Hardly more than a wisp of cobwebby yellow material. They certainly didn't conceal much, and their only purpose was to arouse a person. Otherwise, Susan may as well have been naked beneath her dress.
Julie was biting Susan's earlobes as she slipped her hands inside the thin panties, caressing her palms along the naked flesh. Susan hugged Julie tightly against her breasts, trembling as desire was fueled by those soft hands. She twisted her bottom about sensuously, sighing and murmuring in pleasure. And then Susan unzipped Julie's skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Julie's panties were the same style as Susan's, but a pastel green color. With their hips still swaying and pressing against each other, the girls began to work on their blouses, Julie at Susan's, and Susan at Julie's. Neither girl wore a bra, and when the blouses fell free, two pairs of exquisitely shaped breasts were revealed, four nipples in erection, four creamy globes that stood firm and tilted. Susan's breasts were slightly larger than Julie's, although Tom felt they were equal in beauty.
Wearing panties only now, the girls kissed, their hands caressing up and down smooth backs, over the swell of bottoms. Tom may as well have been out of the room for all they were concerned: they were wrapped up in their own erotic world.
Suddenly the panties were gone, and the girls were naked. Between the movements of their hips, Tom caught periodic flashes of thick, lush pubic hair, one golden blonde, the other a deep, rich chestnut color. He found the contrast exciting, and then saw, for the first time, that Julie's pubic hair grew in a perfectly-shaped triangle, whereas Susan's was more of a diamond-shaped growth. But then again, he thought, it could be the hair was so light he couldn't see it spreading out to her hips. He had never noticed this before. He could not fault either girl's ass-cheeks, he observed. Both had nice, tight, firm and curvy bottoms, with full buttocks and a warm, deep crevice between. Julie was the smaller girl, but only by an inch, he noticed. At least, he thought, they could wear the same clothing, then shoved the thought aside. It was no time to consider economics.
The girls had their sides toward him, and he watched the way their breasts touched and flattened, the way they moved their hips together. The music remained soft as the next record came on, and now it seemed to Tom that they were doing a fuck standing up. He laughed to himself as he remembered what it was called-a dry fuck.
Susan and Julie squirmed their pelvises together, each cupping a pair of sweet buttocks, and they kissed and hugged. Both were becoming excited, and it was shown in the way they squeezed a bottom, slipped a hand up between and fondled a breast, the way they began to suck each other's tongue, their breathing.
"Susan, Susan," he heard Julie whisper huskily. "Oh, Susan! You're so soft ... so smooth! I love you, Susan ... I love you so much."
Susan gave a throaty laugh. "I love you, too, honey."
Julie's hands pulled at Susan's buttocks, parting them, then squeezing them together again. She continued this for some time, grinding her pelvis against that of Susan.
And slowly, very slowly, the two girls sank to their knees, still tightly embracing, still kissing. For another long, delicious moment, they pressed their pelvises together, then sprawled to the floor. Susan was on her back, her feet toward Tom. Slowly she parted her legs, and he saw the lovely, moist slit of her cunt. Julie lay half on top of Susan, her lips sucking at a nipple now, her hand running up and down the slightly trembling stomach. She placed one leg over Susan's, and Tom then had a view of his wife's pussy.
His cock leaped into hardness.
Julie's fingers ran down past Susan's dimpled navel, played through the golden hair for a while, tugging and parting and caressing. Then her fingers slipped along the inside of Susan's thigh, traced a wanton pattern, then glided in a feathery touch up and down the smooth puffiness of Susan's cunt lips. Susan shuddered and wrapped an arm about Julie's shoulders, forcing her mouth down harder on her nipple, crooning from the back of her throat.
Tom's eyes were blazing now as he watched his wife move her fingers along the moist slit, part them and brush along the glistening clitoris. Susan's hips jerked spastically, her legs opening wider. Then Julie pressed a finger into the sugary smoothness of Susan's pussy, and worked it in and out, and Susan responded. Her hips moved up and down slowly, make a few tight circles, then up and down again, to meet the slow rhythm of Julie's finger. In and out the finger went, coated with the oozing juices of Susan's passion, then again found the distended clitoris. Gently, lovingly, Julie pinched the sensitive flesh, twisted it in such a manner that caused Susan to twist furiously, moaning with pleasure.
Julie's tongue began to lick down from the uptilted breasts, licking at the creamy flesh. She paused at the navel, dipped her tongue into it a few times, then licked downward again. She placed her head on Susan's quivering stomach and watched with bright eyes as her finger dipped into the pussy, then up over the swollen clitoris. Her tongue moved over her moist, lips. Then Julie placed both her hands on Susan's pussy, and using her fingers, pulled it wide apart, exposing the pink clitoris fully.
Susan shoved her crotch up. "Kiss it, Julie!" she groaned, shoving at the back of Julie's head. "Kiss it for me, honey! Ohhhh, God ... you've made me so hot! Kiss me ... kiss my cunt!"
Julie's tongue came from her mouth, long and wet. She brushed it over the clitoris, sending a shiver of delight through Susan, and a deep pulsation through Tom's cock. Her tongue moved, licking the clitoris, then the lips of Susan's cunt. She licked every inch of the pussy, then moved her tongue along the sides of each lip, the thighs, and once more licked up and down the inflamed clitoris.
Moving her head down, blocking Tom's view, Julie dipped her tongue as far as she could into the moist, hot entrance of Susan's cunt. Susan cried out and pressed her pussy hard into Julie's face.
"Oh ... oh ... oh! Eat me, Julie! Ahhhh, what a tongue! More ... more tongue, darling! Tongue me ... tongue my pussy ... tongue my cunt ... tongue fuck me!"
Tom wanted to move around so he could watch better, but felt any movement on his part would disturb the rhythm of the scene. It was pure sex he was seeing, yet there was an element of love involved, too. It wasn't frenzied sex, but the sex only two women who loved each other could enjoy. His cock was about to rip the seams of his pants, and he desperately wanted to haul it out and place it somewhere, but fought the urge away. He was so aroused, he contemplated masturbating, but discarded the idea of self-stimulation quickly. He wasn't going to begin an old childhood habit, not now, not with two available females. He knew he could join them, place his penis into any hole he so desired, use either female. But his voyeurism was coming up, something he had not realized he enjoyed so much until lately.
Julie brought her face away from Susan's crotch, her fingers taking the place of her tongue again. She kissed and licked her way back to the straining breasts, and settled them about a firm nipple once more.
Then Tom saw something just as exciting. Julie had fitted herself atop Susan in such a manner that she had her pussy pressing down against Susan's. His wife's ass began to flex, to roll and twist. Although Julie had her legs parted only slightly, Tom was in a position to observe the two cunts grinding against each other.
Susan lifted her legs and wrapped them about Julie's back, her heels on the grinding cheeks, her arms holding Julie tightly.
"Fuck me, Julie!" Susan wailed in passion. "Ohhh, fuck me!"
Tom almost snorted.
But that was exactly what his wife was doing to Susan. Maybe she wasn't penetrating Susan's pussy, but she was most definitely fucking her. Julie had fitted her clitoris to Susan's, and they were grinding them together in powerful, wanton motions.
Julie twisted and writhed her pelvis against the responding one of Susan, whispering words Tom was unable to hear. The breathing of both girls came in harsh gasps to him, and he watched, fascinated, as Susan banged her crotch up and down into Julie's.
Julie was fucking Susan, there was no doubt about it.
The music continued its soft erotic sounds, and Tom was leaning forward, his eyes wide. It wasn't possible, he thought, yet it was certainly happening. If only Julie would open her legs more.
As if she knew what Tom wanted, Julie spread her thighs, giving her husband a wide view of both cunts now. Each were moist, and he could see, even, the twitching of the lips. Julie's ass cheeks tightened, flexed, and she bounced them up and down, twisting them hard as she screwed Susan.
"Ohhhh, honey!" Susan cried in throaty pleasure. "You'll make me come, if you keep that up!"
"I want you to," Julie replied. "I want to make you come this way. Oh, Susan, darling ... please come! I'm fucking you ... I'm really fucking you, Susan!"
"You sure are, Julie!" Susan gurgled as she writhed her bottom up and down. "You sure as hell are fucking me!"
Susan began to gasp, and Julie's breathing was coming so fast, Tom knew it signaled their orgasms. Then Susan's hips rammed straight up, Julie's meeting them.
"Ohhhhh ... " Susan squealed as she erupted.
"Ahhh ... mmmmmm ... " Julie sighed as her orgasm raced through her naked body.
"Oh, God!" Tom groaned.
Gently, Susan shoved Julie to one side, looked at Tom, and lifted her arms to him. "Hurry, darling," she whimpered. "Fuck me-now! Ohhhhh, God ... let me feel that cock in me! Hurry, Tom ... hurry and fuck me while I'm still coming!"
Tom, unable to waste time getting out of his clothing, yanked his hard on out and dropped atop Susan, his cock penetrating her roughly. As her arms came around him, she was meeting him lunge for lunge.
Julie watched for a moment, then with a smile, began to tug at her husband's pants, finally getting them off without breaking the motions of their fucking. Undressed from the waist down, Tom reached and gripped one of Susan's grinding buttocks, plunged deeply and gasped. Julie sat up, bent her knees and parted them. With one hand, she began to stroke her pussy, and using the other hand, she plunged a finger up Tom's asshole.
"Ahhhh," Tom groaned, but increased his speed.
His balls slapped up and down against the writhing cheeks of Susan's ass, his wife's finger lunging in and out of his asshole. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the gushing of his ejaculation.
Julie wasn't caressing her vagina out of desire to come again, but because it felt good to touch herself and provide her finger for Tom's asshole, to give him more pleasure. She observed the way his cock stretched the lips of Susan's cunt, the way it entered and withdrew. All the action was before her, and she felt no jealousy of either person. Instead, her love for Tom and Susan seemed to grow, to mature into a ripeness that a few days before she would have thought warped.
But no more.
Her love for them was the love of intimate lovers. Although no longer sexually as excited as Susan and Tom, she enjoyed doing whatever she could to make their fucking terrific.
She felt her husband's asshole close tightly about her deeply inserted finger, then it relaxed, and again flexed. Tom gave a loud shout as he ejaculated, and Susan laughed in that throaty way she had, twisting her ass about to give him as much pleasure in his orgasm as she could.
Chapter Twelve
Hank was seldom at home any more. Susan spent almost all her time in the Andrews home, and even moved some of her things over. Susan had informed Tom and Julie that Hank was on the verge of coming out of the closet.
"It will only be a matter of time," she said. "I won't hurt him by applying for divorce until he gets things worked out in his mind.
"He's so tormented," Julie said. "Maybe you shouldn't divorce him at all, Susan."
"I must," Susan replied. "Hank won't be hurt, not once he has come to grips with his problem. In fact, after he comes out of the closet, I'll just be a drag on him."
"Are you sure he's a homosexual, Susan?" Tom asked.
"No, I'm not. But I know the signs, darling. I'm right about this, you'll see."
"Isn't he ever at home anymore?" Julie asked.
"You know he isn't, honey."
"I suppose you'll be spending the night here again?" Tom asked.
"What's the matter, darling?" Susan teased. "Getting tired of sleeping between two warm, cuddling, eager females? Naked, I might add?"
"Of course not," he grinned. "But you're still married to him, you know."
"In name only, darling," Susan replied. "Most of my things are here already, and it would take only an hour or so to get the rest. Hank knows I'm staying here now."
"Don't start having doubts now, Tom," Julie said. "You know you like it. You must admit, you enjoy watching me and Susan together. How many other men do you know who would be willing to take your place?"
Tom grinned. "Everyone I know."
"Then stop trying to find flaws," Susan said, pecking him on his cheek with moist lips. "Relax and enjoy it."
Within a month, Susan had moved completely in with Tom and Julie. The few times Hank had to see Susan, he came to the Andrews house first. Julie and Tom would disappear so they could have privacy, but it was sad to see the haunted expression in Hank's eyes. All three agreed that Hank would never be happy, even if he did admit his homosexuality. He would always fight against it, maybe even blame Susan.
Tom had his business during the day, and somehow things were picking up swiftly for him. He had to hire a man to assist him, and he was earning more money than he had dreamed of. His agency was becoming known and spreading out, and he started discussing the idea of a branch office. He didn't consider it at all unusual to discuss his business affairs with both Julie and Susan. After all, Susan was now firmly established as his wife, as much as Julie was.
The transition had come over them swiftly, and it was smoothly done. Both girls shared everything together, without squabbling. If one prepared the meals, the other cleaned the kitchen. They all three used the same bedroom, and shared Tom, even though Julie couldn't conceal her reluctance to have sex with her husband.
By the end of the month, Julie and Tom no longer pretended to enjoy sex with each other. He had turned to Susan nightly, just as Julie turned to Susan. Tom always allowed Julie the first choice with Susan, and never screwed Susan before Julie used her mouth on the blonde girl's genitals, knowing her dislike of his semen. There were times when both Tom and Julie made love to Susan, and Susan teased them that she was getting the best of the deal.
Maybe she was.
If Julie was performing cunnilingus on Susan, then Susan would be performing fellatio on Tom. Or if Tom was screwing her, Susan would perform cunnilingus on Julie, or simply kiss and fondle with her as Tom fucked happily away. There were times when Julie's passions leaped so erotically through her lovely body, she had found herself mouthing Tom's cock hungrily, of course, and a couple of times she had enthusiastically rolled her ass with his cock inside, but only if she had her tongue and lips on Susan's pussy.
Susan had accepted Tom's prick up into her asshole, an act that was instigated by Julie, who had told Susan that if she could do this, then by God, Susan could perform the same pleasure for Tom. Susan needed no real prodding, however, Her sexuality was boundless. She was always eager to involve herself in whatever was decided upon. She found, to her surprise, that she enjoyed it terrifically when Julie was underneath her, so they could eat each other, and have Tom stuffing her asshole at the same time. Julie didn't mind this at all, even though Tom's balls would brush at her eyes and forehead, and on a few occasions, she had pulled her tongue from Susan's dripping pussy and took a swipe or two at his dangling testicles.
Once, during an especially exciting moment, Julie had stabbed her tongue into Tom's asshole, and plunged it back and forth as Susan sucked on his cock. After it was over, she told them it was different, but not at all like doing it to Susan, whom she preferred.
The girls developed ways to keep him happy, to stimulate him, to make sure he would have no regrets about the situation. They would often surprise him by being almost absolute slaves to his bidding. Games developed whereby they would serve him his dinner, both with naked breasts jiggling slightly, wearing nothing but miniskirts. Then they would switch the dress-cover their breasts, but be naked from the waist down. Or maybe one would be all naked, the other dressed. He knew they made up these erotic games while he was at the office, and he was pleased by them.
In the evenings, relaxing with a refreshing drink one of them would make for him, they would pose in such a way that exposed various parts of their bodies, and he was surprised it wasn't obscene at all, but pleasantly wicked. Maybe one would sit at his feet, on the floor, her head in his lap, the other at his side, nibbling his ear and neck. There were times when the two girls would sit together, responding to the soft caresses of each other, knowing he was becoming aroused by watching.
They would run through the house giggling like school girls, chasing each other, grabbing at breasts and buttocks, or trying to feel between legs. Tom felt his world was the best of all worlds.
There were times when he came home to find Susan and Julie making love to each other, or one making love to the other. If there was any reason for him to bring home a client, he always called first, never knowing what he would find when he entered his house.
Then Susan announced her husband had finally made his move.
"He called me," she said. "He sounded miserable, but told me he finally did it-he made it with a man. He told me I had been right all along."
"Poor guy," Tom said. "I feel sorry for him."
"He should accept it," Julie said. "I did, once I knew."
"And happier for it?" Tom asked.
"Very," she smiled fondly at Susan.
"He's going to divorce me," Susan said. "There won't be any nasty problems, though. Incompatibility. I refused to accept his offer of alimony or a settlement."
"That was sweet, Susan," Julie said, patting Susan's hand. "There isn't any reason to make it harder on him."
"There are some papers he wants me to sign," Susan said. "He'll be over sometime next week with them."
A week went by and Hank still had not brought the papers to Susan.
"He's afraid," Susan said.
"Of what?" Julie asked.
"Of being close to Tom."
"Me? Why is he afraid of me?"
"Because he wants your cock, that's why."
"He's going to be disappointed," Tom grimaced.
"That's why he's afraid," Susan said. "Hank knows you aren't that way, darling. He wants you, and knowing he can't have you hurts him."
"To hell with Hank," Tom said, grabbing Susan and pulling her close. "I'm more interested in you."
"Oh, you are, are you?" she arched her eyebrows at him, pressing her pelvis against his. "You're interested in my pussy, not me."
"Wanton," he said.
"That I am, and you wouldn't want me here if I wasn't."
"Fucking cunt," he growled, gripping her buttocks.
"That's what I have, darling," she laughed happily. "A fucking cunt."
"Eating pussy," Julie giggled from the couch.
"I don't know how long I'll last between you two," Susan laughed, "but it's going to be a ball while it does. I wonder if my cunt can take all this cock and tongue?"
"Those hairy things never wear out," Tom said, slipping her dress up and running his hands inside her skimpy panties. "Try as you might, a pussy is built for endurance."
"How about that monster you call a cock? Won't it wear out?"
"Never."
Julie came to them, wrapping her arms about each and pressing in tightly. "It may never wear out, Tom, but all that friction could be dangerous. You know, inflammable."
"I think it's on fire now," he said, wrapping one arm about his wife, feeling Susan's ass with his other.
"I don't know about the fire, but it's surely becoming hard," Susan said, grinding her pelvis against him. "You sure you didn't stick an iron bar in it, you horny bastard?"
He laughed as they began to undress him. Piece by piece, his clothing fell away, then the girls undressed each other. Naked, Susan and Julie dropped to their knees before him, and as Julie's fingers slipped up into Susan's twat, Susan began to suck on his penis. Julie watched for a moment, then lowered her face and began to lick at his testicles.
"Somebody is going to get a mouthful," he said, screwing his cock into Susan's mouth.
"Mmmmmm," Susan murmured, her pale blue eyes sparkling up at him. She pulled her mouth back, saying: "Promises, promises." And was back on him again.
He had to stand with his legs apart, enabling Julie to suck his testicles, and the things both were doing to him, Tom knew he wasn't going to be able to last very long. But then the hot mouth moved from his balls, and he peered down and saw that Julie had sprawled out so her face was between Susan's legs, and was licking and sucking at the hair-lined cunt.
With the wetness of Julie's mouth gone, Tom felt he would last longer, but only if Susan would slow down, not go after his cock as if she were starving to death. Again things were solved for him.
Susan pulled from his prick, jerked her tight fist along it a few times, then twisted about until she was lying above Julie, her pussy still pressed into the dark-haired girl's face. Tom, feeling suddenly rejected, watched as his wife spread her legs wide as Susan shoved her face into the wet, pulsating pussy.
Julie's hands came up and cupped about Susan's naked buttocks, her fingers digging into the creamy, taut flesh. Tom, standing at his wife's head, could see Julie's eyes gleaming brightly up at him past the split of Susan's ass, her tongue licking up and down the puffy cunt. Julie gazed up between the warm cheeks of Susan's ass, her tongue twisting about as she screwed into the moist orifice. She watched her husband's cock jerk as though it had become angry, his hairy balls dangling. She squirmed her crotch up hard into Susan's sucking mouth, lifting one of her hands toward Tom's cock.
Understanding, Tom dropped to his knees, his thighs on each side of Julie's half-buried face. Julie wrapped her fingers about his cock and stroked back and forth on it tightly as she ate and sucked and licked Susan's twat. Then, pulling slightly downward on his prick, she brushed the swollen head of it about Susan's asshole, his balls banging at her forehead. Peering upwards, Julie continued to lick and suck Susan's pussy as she brushed Tom's cock up and down the crinkled asshole, her eyes wide with excitement.
Susan, feeling what Julie was doing, wiggled her ass, sighing against Julie's twisting crotch, her tongue moving from clitoris to tightly clutching pussy lips.
Julie, taking a firm grip on her husband's cock at the base, pulled, pressuring the tip of his prick against the resisting pucker of Susan's asshole. As she attempted to stuff Tom's cock into the tiny pink hole, her tongue had ceased its probing licks, but Susan continued to grind her crotch about Julie's mouth, whimpering with the intensity of pleasure, the pleasure she had of being licked between her legs, of having her own mouth on a wet, hair-lined cunt, and of a thick, long cock being slowly forced up her ass.
Julie tried to pry the cheeks of Susan's ass apart with one hand as she pulled on her husband's cock with the other. Tom, pulling at the other cheek of Susan's ass, helped her. This was not, of course, the first time he had invaded this deliciously tight hole, but it seemed Susan's asshole was smaller than Julie's, and he usually had difficulty in there. Once up her ass, however, it was slick sailing from there on.
Julie succeeded in stuffing the bulbous head of Tom's prick into the stretching hole, and then she began wild action with her tongue again. Keeping her grip at the base of Tom's cock, she watched his dick slide deep, seeing the way Susan's asshole clung to the throbbing roundness of him. Her fingers then became wedged against Susan's asshole and Tom's cock, and she flitted her tongue about Susan's extremely swollen clitoris, causing Susan to pump her hips in ecstatic pleasure.
Once again with her hands on Susan's buttocks, Julie began to lick and suck hard, swiftly, watching Tom's cock move in and out of Susan's gently swaying bottom.
Susan, her face buried between Julie's creamy warm thighs, grabbed the curvy cheeks of her pretty bottom and lifted, bringing Julie's pussy higher and tighter into her greedy mouth. She wanted to wiggle her ass against Julie's face and Tom's cock, but if she did, Julie would not be able to get her tongue in all those thrilling places she wanted. Having to be satisfied with trembling and a press downward now and then, she sucked Julie's clitoris hard between her lips, biting gently with her teeth as she ran her tongue about the sensitive tip.
Julie hand's held Susan's ass tightly, her fingers rubbing along the sides of Tom's cock as he plunged in and out. She buried her tongue as deeply as possible into Susan's twitching cunt, then moved it out and down, until she had her lips sucking at the inch-long clitoris.
Tom grunted as he banged his groin hard into Susan's bottom, his teeth clenched hard. He could feel his balls brushing along his wife's forehead, feel her fingers caressing his cock as he withdrew and lunged forward again, feel the heat of Susan's asshole gripping him. Julie, now and then, would squeeze Susan's buttocks together in order to create a firmer, tighter, passage for him, then pull them wide so he could go deep.
Soft licking sounds came to him, moist and avid, mixed with the sighs and mewls, of ecstasy. The sounds increased his own passion until he was panting hard, straining to hold his ejaculation back until the sounds changed to the squeals of uncontrolled orgasms. The tension was so great in him, his thighs knotted as he drove in and out of Susan's tightness.
Fortunately for Tom, the two girls began to writhe in a more frenzied manner, the sounds that came from their busy mouths gasped with the approaching ecstasy. Susan sucked hard on Julie's clitoris as the quivering pussy banged brutally up and down, twisting tightly. Julie was experiencing such sensations of pleasure, she didn't know where she wanted her tongue most, and she whimpered as Susan wiggled into her face, Tom driving powerfully into her deliciously stretched asshole.
Both girls shuddered at the same time, both whimpering as they let go into convulsive orgasms. Tom felt the tightness of Susan's asshole become even more tight, and then he grunted in relief. His semen boiled out and far up Susan's ass, his testicles contracting as they lay on Julie's forehead.
"Christ!" he muttered as his cock slipped free.
Julie and Susan twisted about until they were lying face to face, naked bodies tight, arms about one another, and began to kiss in a tender way, both still trembling from the overwhelming orgasms.
Chapter Thirteen
It was on the following day that Susan and Julie had their first argument.
Although it did not amount to much, it created tension between them for a while.
The argument began over the dildo.
Susan, seeming more passionate and abandoned in her desires, had been on the couch, with Julie going about the room, dusting and straightening. Julie was in her tight shorts, and whenever she bent to dust, the creamy whiteness of her curvy bottom flashed against the tan of her thighs. Simply watching this brought Susan's passions high.
The dildo had been lying on the small table next to Susan. After a while of teasing herself by watching Julie, she picked up the dildo and holding it at the base, began to kiss and lick at the hard rubber, her eyes on Julie's splendid bottom and long thighs. Finally, she pulled her skirt up and shoved the rubber cock into her panties, sliding it up and down the moist lips of her hairy pussy. After doing this a few times, she brought the dildo back to her lips, and again kissed and licked away the moisture there.
Finally, Susan scooted her bottom to the very edge of the couch and pulled the crotch of her flimsy panties to one side. Opening her knees wide, she ran the thick rubber dildo far into her cunt, then plunged it back and forth swiftly, sighing.
Julie turned and saw what Susan was doing, grimaced in distaste, and returned to her work. Whether it was intentional or not, her movements did a lot to increase Susan's lust. Pulling the thoroughly smeared dildo from her pussy, Susan began to suck at it as if it were Tom's cock. Again Julie saw and made a face.
"But, darling," Susan said as she ran her tongue along the surface of the rubber prick, "I love it. Just because you don't care for a nice hard prick doesn't mean I have to give them up, does it?"
"Susan, sometimes I think you'd rather have a cock than my pussy."
"I can do only so much with your cunt, baby," Susan replied, stuffing her pussy full of rubber dick again. I still enjoy a hard-on, you know."
Julie watched for a moment, a frown on her face. "I don't like you doing this, Susan."
"Are you saying you don't like it when Tom fucks me, Julie?"
"That's different," Julie replied.
"I don't see how."
"Well, it's ... " She paused. Was it any different?
Susan waited, but Julie didn't go on. "I think you're jealous of me and Tom, Julie," she said. "That wasn't our agreement, Julie."
"I'm not jealous of Tom," Julie said, but her voice didn't hold much conviction. "He belongs with us; that thing doesn't."
Susan grinned, then began fucking herself almost harshly with the dildo, grinding her hips to and fro, holding her panties to one side in one hand and holding the base of the dildo in the other, going deep. "Ahhh, ohhh, this is nice," she whispered throatily, watching Julie. "Oh, I love a hard cock up my cunt. God, it's so beautiful, so hard! Mmmmmm, I believe I could fuck twenty-four hours straight!"
Julie glared at her. "You're horrible, Susan Appling!"
Susan pulled the dildo from her snatch and brought it to her lips again. She ran the flat surface of her tongue over it, then sucked the finely carved head. "You don't mean that, honey," she murmured. "You don't really mean that."
Julie stamped her foot childishly. "I do mean it, Susan. I do think you'd rather have Tom fucking you than me licking you."
Susan placed the rubber cock down and held her arms out to Julie. For just a moment, Julie hesitated, then she ran to Susan and dropped to her knees, burying her face in Susan's lap, her arms sliding about her hips to hold her tight. Susan stroked Julie's hair. "I love you Susan," Julie sobbed.
"I know, darling," Susan replied, stroking the crying girl's head tenderly. "I know you do, but -you've got to understand that I like men, too."
"Men?" Julie lifted her tear-stained eyes. "Men, Susan?"
"I didn't mean it that way, darling," Susan replied. "I meant Tom."
"More than me?"
"Of course not, darling. I love Tom as much as I love you. There really isn't any difference in how I feel about both of you."
Julie lowered her face and kissed the smooth warmth of Susan's thigh, tickled it for a moment with the tip of her tongue. "You taste delicious, Susan. You always taste so good to me. Even your skin; so smooth and warm."
Susan leaned forward and placed her mouth against Julie's. The kiss was at first gentle, then became increasingly harder. Susan licked Julie's lips, running her tongue back and forth, then sucked the bottom lip into her mouth and bit it gently, bringing a moan of delight from Julie.
Julie's hands slipped in between their bodies, and she cupped the two arching breasts in her palms. She gentle squeezed, then felt all around them, hefting their weight and finding the nipple through the thin material. She tweaked each nipple gently, then began to work at the buttons. As each breast was freed, Julie's mouth kissed, her tongue licked. Susan shrugged from the blouse, and sat there in her skirt and panties, holding Julie's head against her breasts, sighing as the warm mouth avidly paid homage to her flesh.
"Sweet baby," Susan whispered. "That's so sweet. I love the way you suck my titties, darling. Lick under them ... run your tongue beneath them, then up to the nipples. Ahhhh, that's what I like, Mmmmmmm ... "
"They're so beautiful," Julie murmured in thick passion. "You have such beautiful breasts, Susan. Oh, I love them so!"
Susan gurgled in delight. "Suck them for me, Julie. Suck my nipples like a little baby. Oh, yes! Mmmmmm ... suck hard! Suck my nipples hard! Ohhhh, you're doing things to me, honey ... things I love! Oh, God ... suck them! Suck my nipples!"
Julie held one breast in both hands, cupping and molding as she pulled the glorious mound forward, the nipple stiff and rubbery, swollen into a dark red color. Her lips closed about it and her tongue flew, sucking and licking. Her hot breath seared the flesh of Susan's breasts as Julie moved from one to the other.
Susan had her knees wide, on each side of the kneeling Julie, and she pressed her flesh against Julie's sides. Julie dropped a hand and moved it between them, cupping the crotch of Susan's panties and squeezing the hairy puffiness there. She stroked her finger up and down the panty crotch, feeling the moisture and heat of Susan's cunt against her fingertips.
Pulling from the succulent tips of Susan's breasts, she gazed with misty eyes into Susan's pale blue ones. "I love you! I love you so much, Susan," she murmured. Then her face was down again, her moist lips kissing at the right thigh, her tongue sliding about the sugary flesh.
Susan widened her legs and leaned back on the couch, sighing in pleasure as her eyes closed. Her hands dropped to her sides, and she shivered as the wet tongue and lips of Julie moved to the sensitive inner surfaces.
Julie licked and kissed each thigh, staying on the inner parts where she knew it gave the most enjoyment to Susan. Her hands ran up and down the thighs, shoving the skirt high, and she felt the round, flowing hips and finally pressed her hands beneath Susan's bottom, gripping her hard as her face pressed directly into the crotch of Susan's moist panties. Using her teeth, Julie bit very gently, taking panties and flesh between them, feeling the shudders of ecstasy flow through Susan. After biting lovingly, she began to lick the panties, tasting the seeping juices there.
"I love you," Julie murmured again, her voice muffled because her face was in Susan's crotch. "I love everything about you, Susan. I love your breasts, your beautiful thighs, your sweet, curvy bottom, but most of all, I love your pussy."
Susan smiled fondly, her eyes still closed. She began to caress the top of Julie's head again, showing her tenderness. She scooted farther down on the cushions of the couch to give Julie better access to her pussy.
Julie, gripping Susan's bottom, ran her tongue along the edges of the lacy panties, licking at the very tops of Susan's thighs where they joined her body. A few strands of golden pubic hair had escaped from the edges, and she tugged gently on them with her lips.
Susan's passion flared, and she clawed her panties to one side, exposing her cunt. She pulled at the puffy lips, revealing her swollen clitoris. Julie gave a mewl of delight when she saw the piece of flesh glistening inches from her face, and then she tickled it with her tongue finally placing the flat surface of her tongue against the clitoris, and lapping up and down as a child would an ice cream cone.
"Ohhh, lovely," Susan murmured. "Lick my twat that way! Ohhhh, you're such a sweet girl, Julie. Mmmmm ... lick my cunt, baby! Lick it good for me ... tickle it and suck it and lick it and, oh, make me come with your sweet mouth and tongue!"
She held her cunt wide apart as Julie lapped up and down, wiggling her tongue over the sensitive lips. Then she moved downward and plunged her tongue as far into the moist, velvety hole as she could, her nose flattening the distended clitoris. Susan revolved her hips into Julie's face.
Again the tongue licked up to the explosive clitoris, and her lips closed about it, sucking gently at first, but then powerfully as Julie became overwhelmed with passion. She gurgled with ecstasy as she sucked on the clitoris, her tongue moving and tasting. Her fingers dug harshly into Susan's bottom as she sucked the hairy twat.
"Oh, baby!" Susan murmured huskily. "God ... you're going to make me come! Ohhhh, will I ever come! Mmmmmm ... lick ... suck ... eat me, Julie! Oh ... oh ... oh!"
Julie slurped up and down again, feeling the inch-long clitoris swell even more, growing noticeably in her mouth. Susan's hands pulled the lips wide, then tried to close them about Julie's lips. This brought mewls of pleasure from Julie, and her sucking mouth and tongue flew in a furious attempt to bring Susan's orgasm boiling up. Susan lifted her legs and draped them over Julie's shoulders, closing the warm thighs tight about Julie's head, bouncing her bottom in a frenzy now.
"Almost, baby!" Susan whimpered, biting at her bottom lip. "You're almost doing it! Mmmmmm ... so close! Suck harder ... lick faster! Oh, God! Ohhh ... Oooooo!"
Julie sucked harder and licked faster until she was at her peak, unable to do anymore. Her face twisted frantically into the hairy snatch as her tongue and lips sucked and licked. There were times when it was difficult for Julie to breathe, but she didn't mind. All that mattered to her was the taste of Susan's pussy, the heat that surrounded her face, and the gyrating bottom in her hands.
"There!" Susan screamed, slamming her crotch hard into Julie's face. "There! I'm coming, honey! I'm coming! Ohhhh, more tongue ... suck me more ... harder ... faster! Ohhhh, I'm coming!"
Julie felt the convulsions of Susan's twat against her face, and her tongue went wild to bring the come forth. She lapped furiously at her lips sucked brutally on the clitoris.
"Oh, stop!" Susan cried after she finished, pushing at Julie's face. "Stop! Please, Julie ... no more!"
Reluctantly, Julie pulled her face from between Susan's thighs, settling onto her heels and gazing up at the glowing face, a smile of satisfaction on her own face. The crotch of Susan's panties remained pulled to one side, exposing one puffy lip and the golden pubic hair. She stroked it with her hand gently until Susan stopped shuddering.
"Oh, baby!" Susan finally muttered. "You get better every time you lick me."
"That's because I love you, Susan," Julie smiled. "I want to please you, so I've got to be good."
Susan struggled upright, and pressed her lips to Julie's. Then she said, her eyes glowing, "You do want to please me, don't you, baby?"
"Of course I do, Susan."
For a long moment, Susan gazed into Julie's bright eyes. Then she said, "You didn't get to come, honey. Your turn ... take off your clothes."
Quickly, Julie stripped herself, then at Susan's suggestion, they changed places. Susan positioned Julie in such a way that her bottom was close to the edge of the couch, then she lifted her feet and set them on the edges of the cushion, shoving her knees far apart. The effect gave Susan complete visual and digital freedom with Julie's genitals.
Julie, steamed up from her licking of Susan, began to caress her breasts with soft, firm strokes, bringing her nipples into a higher state of rigidity. Her eyes, although open, seemed glassy, and she breathed heavily with anticipation. Susan moved her fingertips along the inner smoothness of Julie's thighs, tracing a hot pattern down and over the swell of each exposed buttock, then circled the dark silky hair. Finally, she brought her fingers down along the pulsating, moist lips of pretty pussy, causing Julie to whimper as pleasure stabbed into every fiber of her naked body.
"It's such a pretty one," Susan murmured, her own voice somewhat thick. "I think it's the prettiest cunt I've ever seen, honey. So soft to feel, so puffy. I love the way this pubic hair grows." She played her fingers through the strands.
Her fingers brushed at the slight protrusion of Julie's clitoris, causing Julie to shake with desire. Very gently, Susan pressed her middle finger into the steamy depths of Julie's cunt, worked it back and forth for a long moment, then pulled it free. Bringing her finger to her mouth, she licked delicately at it, then pressed the finger back into the squirming girl's pussy once more. While she fingered the writhing girl in her cunt, she used her other hand to rub and caress the creamy thighs, moving along the outer surfaces, around to the inner, then down the backs to the swell of bottom, crossing over the spreading crevice. She traced her finger about the outer edges of Julie's twat as she probed with her other finger.
"Ohhhh, Susan!" Julie wailed, her fingers digging harshly into her breasts. "That's good! Ooooooo ... y-ou finger me better than I do myself! Ohhhh ... deeper, deeper!"
Susan chuckled softly and tried for more depth, but it was impossible. She wiggled her finger about inside Julie's snatch, then moved it in and out again. There wasn't much reason for keeping up this teasing play since Julie was already almost beside herself with ecstasy, but Susan did like feeling a warm, furry pussy before she moved her face into it.
"Kiss it," Julie urged through clenched teeth. "Oh, please, Susan, ... kiss me there! Kiss it for me ... kiss it!"
Again Susan chuckled softly, then using both her hands, she held the lips wide apart, moving her face down and in. Her tongue brushed over the distended clitoris with a feathery touch, and Julie shivered violently. Still using just the tip of her tongue, Susan licked the swollen clitoris, licked down the sides of each pussy lip, and back to the trigger of Julie's cunt.
Using the flat surface of her tongue, she pressed hard at the piece of flesh, and was rewarded by a long groan of delight from Julie. As her tongue moved and licked, Susan very tenderly began to brush her finger about the clenching asshole an inch below. She stroked it lovingly as her tongue stroked the hard little clitoris, and Julie gurgled in pleasure.
Easing her finger inward, Susan pressed against the tightly puckered sphincter, and by increasing the pressure of her tongue and the speed of it on the inflamed clitoris, she was able to slip her finger into Julie's asshole easily.
"Ohhhh," Julie grunted, but she made no effort to have Susan remove the invading finger. "Ohhhh."
Now, with her tongue hard on the clitoris, Susan began to run her finger in and out of Julie's asshole as she sucked and licked above it. Julie was writhing with pleasure, babbling words that failed to make sense to either her or Susan. She threw her head from side to side, whimpering and mewling as the pleasure flooded every part of her being. By lifting her hips slightly, using her feet as leverage, Julie swung her naked bottom about, making it difficult for Susan to keep her face hard into the steaming pussy.
Then, carefully, Susan pulled her finger from the tightness of the clutching asshole, and glancing up at Julie's face, saw her eyes were pressed tightly together, her bottom lip caught between even, white teeth. Reaching out, she took hold of the rubber dildo and brought it down to the crack of Julie's ass. Keeping the maddening pressure of her tongue on Julie's clitoris, sucking at it with her lips, she probed against the tightness below with the tip of the dildo.
It wouldn't go in.
Bringing it up slightly, she pressed it deep into Julie's pussy, managing to keep her tongue licking at the same time. She screwed the dildo in and out, then when it was thoroughly slippery with the juices, she once again placed the bulbous head of the dildo against the pink pucker of Julie's asshole. This time, she managed to insert the head of it easily enough. Slowly, she pressed more of the thick, long thing into Julie's bottom, licking her tongue furiously at the hair-lined slit as she did so.
"Oh ... oh!" Julie groaned with the pain. "Oh! What ... "
Susan sucked hard on the inflamed clitoris, breaking off the words Julie had tried to say. Sucking and licking the pussy, Susan worked the thick cock back and forth up Julie's ass, slowly at first, but increasing the speed as she went. Julie squeezed almost brutally into her breast, then pulled hard on her nipples, stretching the mounds outward, finally smashing them flat as she mewled in ecstatic mindlessness.
Susan ran her tongue down and plunged it into Julie's pussy as deeply as she could, dragging it up again to the clitoris, alternating this movement several times. With each stab of her tongue against the rubbery clitoris, she shoved the rubber cock far up Julie's writhing ass, bringing mewls from the steaming girl. Using her free hand, Susan cupped one buttock and held it tightly.
"Oh, Susan!" Julie gurgled in a thick voice. "You're going to ... Ohhhh, God! What you're doing to me! Ooooooo ... tongue me, Susan! Oh, please ... tongue me there! Lick my pussy ... chew my cunt! What is that you're doing to my ... my asshole! Ahhhh, you're going to make me come! Oh, God ... Susan, I'm about to come!"
Susan heard the words, but she was far too busy to reply. Her lips tugged on the swollen clitoris as her tongue tickled the very tip, her hand holding the base of the dildo and screwing it swiftly now into the tightness of Julie's asshole. She could feel Julie's " orgasm starting in the hot thighs that were pressed against her face.
"Ohhhhhh!" Julie cried out, and slammed her crotch hard against Susan's face, and her hands left her swollen breasts to clutch the back of Susan's head, holding her tightly as she exploded into a bursting orgasm. "Ohhhhhh!"
Chapter Fourteen
"You played a dirty trick on me," Julie complained that evening at dinner. She had been so exhausted when Susan finished with her that she was of no use until about five o'clock, and then was barely able to help Susan prepare dinner.
Susan smiled across the table at Julie, not replying.
Tom looked at them. "What kind of a dirty trick, Julie?"
"She made me so hot," Julie said, almost flushing as she remembered it, "she knew I wouldn't complain-not when it happened."
"What happened?" Tom asked.
"She ... she fucked me," Julie said. "She fucked me in my ass."
Tom laughed loudly, amused. "Susan's clitoris is long, I'll admit, but fuck you in the ass? Impossible!"
"It isn't when she has a rubber cock in her hot little hands," Julie said, grinning at them now. "I don't suppose I could call it a rape, could I? I mean, I was hot, and after she put that thing up my back there, I didn't mind."
"No, you can't call it rape, baby," Susan said. "It's never rape when a girl cooperates, and you certainly cooperated with it."
"I missed the fun, I guess," Tom said. "It seems as if I miss a lot of it lately. You two aren't cutting me out of it, are you?"
Susan looked at him, her eyes twinkling. "Of course not, darling. You know our agreement."
"Yeah, I know," he said. "I was supposed to share you two, but it seems you're after each other more than me."
"Don't pout, Tom," Julie said.
"Why shouldn't I pout," he replied. "I never seem to get in you any more. You don't get turned on by me at all."
"You know you can have me whenever you want."
"Sure, but so can I have a knot hole when I want it, too."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Julie said, her voice cool.
"I mean I can get just as much cooperation and fun fucking a goddamn hole in a log as I can you," Tom said, almost bitterly. "You used to be a good piece of ass, Julie, but lately you just want to lie there and hope it's over quickly."
"Let's not argue, please," Susan said. "You still have me, Tom."
"Yes, you still have Susan," Julie said.
Tom looked at Susan, then at Julie. Both girls were quite pretty, both with fantastic bodies. Both were very passionate. The one difference between them was Julie seemed to become extremely passionate only with Susan, while Susan was turned on by either Tom or Julie-or both at the same time. Did it really make a difference which one showed him more passion? Which was the true Lesbian? The answer was obvious-Julie, his wife. Susan could be considered without a doubt to be bisexual, preferring neither over the other, but taking her sexual pleasure with him or Julie. So, did it really matter that his wife was cold to his advances? No, Tom considered himself fortunate to have Susan. She certainly was beautiful, and if anything, much more passionate than Julie had ever really been. Too, there was a plus in Susan's favor-she was willing to indulge her body and mind in anything erotic, no matter how far out it seemed.
No, a man could not want anything else in a girl, he decided.
"Yes, I still have Susan," he said after a long pause.
"You're so right, darling," Susan smiled at him. "You have me, anyway you want me, anytime you want me, any hole you want to use-it's all yours, Tom."
"The thing that bothers me is," he said slowly, "with you two here all day, eating each other like crazy, you'll become too tired by the time I'm home, and I'll have to beat off, probably."
"That's where you're wrong, darling," Susan said. "For one thing, the more sex I get, the more I want, and for another thing, as long as I'm around here, you'll never have to pull that sweet thing off. I'm never too tired to suck it, or fuck it, or whatever you want done with it. That's a promise."
Julie wanted to tell her husband the same thing, but she knew it would be a lie. With Susan, she was always ready, but Tom didn't do anything for her, and never would again. No man would ever be able to do anything for her, never again stir her passions. She loved Susan the way a girl would love a man, yet she wasn't at all jealous of watching Susan performing with her husband. In fact, Julie discovered she enjoyed seeing them together. Not that it aroused her to observe Tom's cock being sucked by this beautiful blonde, or seeing his prick shoving in and out of her golden-haired pussy. No, Julie's enjoyment came from knowing that Susan was enjoying herself. Her love for Susan was not at all selfish. She loved Tom, too, but it was not the same love she had for Susan.
Susan loved both Tom and Julie equally. She loved them with an inner glow, and she loved them in a sexual way, too, equally. The spiritual and bodily love for the man and girl ran parallel, intermingling in the only way a girl could love another person, or should. She found pleasure in being with either Tom or Julie, or with both of them. She found pleasure doing things with them.
Tom knew that his love for his wife had not diminished, would when he discovered that his wife preferred another woman over him. His love for her had cooled in the sexual area, of course. But most men will become chilly toward a woman who has no sexual desire for them, especially if they have previously been sexually close. His love for Susan was greater than the one for Julie, now. Julie was like a close friend, not his wife.
After dinner, he sat in the living room with a chilled drink prepared by Julie. The two girls finished up in the kitchen, then joined him, each with a drink of her own. Tom brooded momentarily about the past weeks, knowing they were drifting away from the neighborhood parties. He wasn't concerned about them, because he had never really enjoyed boozing it up and eating half-raw hamburgers or a steak that bled when he shoved a fork into it. None of the people were friends, really, but just acquaintances. It didn't matter about them. Yet, he wasn't sure if he and the two girls were becoming isolated, wrapped up in themselves and this new style of life they were entering.
The two girls chatted happily as he brooded, talking about things as women always do, things that meant nothing to a man. They seemed totally unaware of Tom, yet when his glass became empty, Julie was up and had it refilled before he knew it. He smiled at the gesture. They were trying so hard to keep him happy, each in her own way. Julie couldn't do enough for him, and Susan was always at hand. If they kept this up, he thought, they would spoil him beyond redemption.
Sipping at his second drink, he looked at them. Susan was next to Julie on the couch, her long legs out in front, the miniskirt high. There was the shadow of her panties there. She sat with her ankles crossed, and when she noticed Tom looking at her, she let her knees come apart.
Julie, also in a miniskirt, had her feet tucked up under her bottom, caressing Susan's shoulder as they talked. Julie's skirt was high, and Tom could see the lacy edges of her panties where her heel pressed at the firm flesh of one cheek. There was no doubt about it, he thought. They certainly kept him interested.
Julie was wearing a blouse split down the center to her waist, and one breast was almost exposed. He could see the under surface where it tucked prettily into her rib cage. Susan had a sheer blouse on, one that revealed the pink tips of her nipples. Both nipples, he noticed, were erect. But Susan's nipples were always hard and firm. As he watched, Julie moved her hand down from Susan's shoulder and fondled the soft mound. It wasn't designed to arouse Susan. It was simply a gesture of the affection they had for one another. However, the effect it had on Tom was arousing. His cock leaped into hardness inside his pants.
Susan drained her glass, and Julie took it. She leaned over and kissed Susan's cheek, and with her other hand, she pressed it down and under Susan's skirt, cupping and squeezing Susan's pussy, then she moved to the bottle and poured Susan another drink.
"Is this drunk night?" Tom asked.
"Do you feel like a drunk, darling?" Susan countered.
"No, not really."
"I'm glad," Julie said. "I don't like you drinking too much, Tom."
He grinned at her. "Always worried about me, huh?"
"I always will, darling," Julie replied, sitting on her feet again next to Susan. "You know that."
"From where I sit," Susan grinned impishly, "it looks as if tonight is fuck night."
Julie glanced at her husband's lap, grinned at him. "So I see."
"I think you two have dirty minds," Tom grinned.
"And I think you love it," Susan stuck her tongue out at him, crinkling her nose. "What do you think, Julie?"
"I know he does," Julie smiled and placed her hand on Susan's breast. "And since that huge monster of his is hard, I guess that means I have to make the third with you, Susan."
Susan thought a moment. "I don't think there's any problem. We've never had any problems before."
"Any suggestions?" Tom grinned wickedly.
"You bet your sweet ass," Susan said, getting to her feet and removing her clothing. "You stay right where you are, darling. Come on, Julie," she said, dropping her panties ,and standing naked, "help me get his clothes off."
As before, the two women undressed Tom, making a giggling game out of it. When he was naked, Susan shoved him back to the chair, his cock standing firmly upright, his hairy testicles between his thighs.
Susan crawled onto his lap, twisting about with her back to him. Bracing herself, she settled down onto his cock. Julie, seeing what Susan had in mind, dropped to her knees and took hold of Tom's prick and guided it into Susan's receptive cunt.
With Tom's penis inside her vagina, Susan lifted her feet and placed them on his thighs, holding herself up with her hands on the arms of the chair. She leaned forward and watched her pussy ride up and down his prick, then looked into Julie's burning eyes.
"Eat it, honey," she urged, leaning back against Tom's chest. Tom brought his hands around and clutched at Susan's fantastic breasts, peering between her arm and ribs, watching his wife as she took his testicles in one hand, and using her other to twist and manipulate Susan's exposed clitoris.
"You can lick my cunt at the same time, Julie," Susan said, her voice becoming thick with passion as she wiggled up and down on Tom. "Both of you can have me this way. Go on, Julie ... lick my pussy!"
Julie leaned forward and kissed Susan's clitoris then moved her face down and kissed her husband's testicles in her hand. But before she did as Susan wanted, she peeled out of her own clothing.
Naked now, she got back to her knees, moved between Tom's spread legs and shoved her face into Susan's hairy pussy. She began to lick her tongue up and down the clitoris, finding she couldn't do this without licking Tom's cock at the same time.
"Ooooo," Susan gurgled. "Ohhhh, you're getting licked with me, darling! Ohhhh, my ... Julie, that's sweet. Lick me and Tom at the same time!"
Julie couldn't quite coordinate her tongue with Susan's wild bouncing, but she managed to lick along her husband's cock as Susan lifted, and taste the pussy as it came down. It didn't matter, Julie thought, as her tongue played about their connected genitals, if she came or not. What mattered was the pleasure she was able to give both of them simultaneously. Giving Tom and Susan pleasure was what Julie wanted to do most of all.
Her tongue fluttered about the exposed clitoris, then up and down the wet length of Tom's cock. Once, as Susan held herself up with just the very tip of Tom's prick inside her cunt, Julie tried hard to insert her tongue inside, too, but it was impossible. She tugged and fondled Tom's testicles as Susan rode up and down, wiggling in tight circles now and then, crooning as Tom pulled and manipulated her breasts. He was unable to move much with Susan atop him, so he relaxed and let the girls perform.
The hot tightness of Susan's pussy around his throbbing prick and the way Julie licked at him when Susan lifted, pulling and rolling his balls, he knew he wouldn't last long at all. He could feel Susan's smooth ass brushing at his lower stomach, and this increased the threat of his ejaculation.
He gritted his teeth to hold it back, but it did no good.
"Ohhhh ... ohhhhh," Susan yelped as she felt Tom's semen burst into her vagina. "You're coming, Tom! Ohhhh, hurry, Julie! Lick faster ... make me come with him!"
Julie's tongue flew, and her lips nibbled, and there was a slight taste of Tom' semen as it seeped from the tight folds of Susan's convulsing pussy. She pulled hard on Tom's testicles, bringing a grunt from him, and closed her lips tight on Susan's clitoris as the blonde squealed with her ecstasy.
Then the doorbell rang loudly.
Julie jumped to her feet, fear on her face. Susan, exhausted, slumped against Tom, his cock still buried inside her cunt. Neither she nor he could move, no matter who was at the door. Julie peered past the heavy drapes. "It's Hank," she said.
"Let him in, darling," Susan said in a gasping sound. "He's seen it all before anyway."
Julie hesitated, then opened the door far enough so Hank could slip through. Susan and Tom were sitting in such a position that a passer-by could look in and see them if she opened the door too wide.
Hank came in, stopped and stared at his wife, his eyes seeing Tom's cock inside the hairy pussy. Then he glanced at Julie, raked his eyes over her nakedness, then back to the genitals of Susan and Tom.
"I ... I better come back later," Hank said, starting to turn.
"Oh, don't be a fool, Hank," Susan said, finding the strength to climb off Tom. "Come on in. You know what we're up to ... it doesn't matter."
Hank hesitated, then moved farther into the room. Tom felt strange, having Hank stare at him in that odd way. He crossed his legs to conceal his genitals, but his cock shoved up between them. He saw Hank swallow hard.
I brought ... I brought the papers for you to sign, Susan," Hank said, but he continued to stare at Tom's genitals. "I could come back later."
"No, I'll sign them now," Susan said.
Hank pulled papers from his jacket and handed them to his wife. "You'll see I'm not asking for anything, Susan. I've given you a third of my business."
"You didn't have to do that, Hank," Susan said, glancing at the papers. "I don't want it."
"I want you to have it," Hank said.
Susan hurriedly scrawled her signature on the papers where Hank indicated, then handed them back. "Would you like a drink, Hank?"
"Uh, no ... I better not hang around."
"Oh, come on ... one drink won't hurt you."
Julie had already mixed it and Hank took it, taking a huge gulp quickly. Tom didn't want to look at Hank, not with the knowledge he possessed about his friend. Besides, he could feel Hank's eyes on his genitals, and that made him quite uncomfortable.
"Uh ... Tom," Hank said. "I don't suppose you'd ... no, I guess not."
Susan looked at her husband, knowing what he wanted. She glanced at Tom, but Tom was trying his best to conceal his long cock. "I don't think Tom would go for it, Hank."
"No, I didn't think so," Hank said. "It's hard enough to finally admit this to myself. I can't try to bring Tom down to it, can I?"
"I'm sorry, Hank," Tom said.
"I am, too," Hank replied. "Well," he tossed off his drink. 'It's been great, Susan. I wish the three of you all the luck in the world."
"You can always drop around when you want," Tom offered.
"No, I don't think that's a good idea, Tom. I might try something to make you mad. It's a shame you don't go both ways. I think I could give you a lot of fun."
"I'm sure you could, Hank," Tom answered. "I'm almost sorry myself."
"If you ever decide to try it," Hank said, stuffing the papers into his jacket, "let me know."
"I'll do that, Hank."
After he had gone, Tom let out a sigh of relief. "I pity the poor guy," he said.
"There's no reason to," Susan said, leaning over to kiss Tom and fondle his still moist genitals. "He knows what he wants."
"I feel sorry for him, too," Julie said. "I know how hard it was on me-that first time."
"It's over, kids," Susan said, pulling Tom to his feet. "I'm a free woman now."
Julie grinned, wrapped her arm about Susan's waist. "I wouldn't say that, Susan."
Tom, on the other side of Susan, wrapped his arm about her, too.
Laughing happily, they started toward the bedroom.
"With you two," Susan laughed as she felt a male and female hand on her naked, swaying bottom, "I don't want to be that free."
