Chapter 3
No sooner had Brenda closed the bedroom door behind them than she turned to Susan with a smug and knowing look coupled with an amused smirk. That look made the younger girl feel uneasy and, refusing to meet Brenda's gaze, looked instead around the bedroom.
"Oh, what a lovely room," Susan said, wanting to make idle conversation.
But Brenda was not to be put off.
"You know what they're doing, don't you?" she asked, with a twisted grin.
"Who?" Susan asked, blushing, not knowing whether she should feign innocence or not, not sure if it was better to act stupid or to admit she had an idea why their parents were such good friends.
"Our mothers and fathers, of course," Brenda said impatiently. "Do you know what they get up to?"
"Well... I... I did hear them talking about... errr... you know... "
"Swapping partners?"
"I guess so."
"It's true." Susan blushed.
"I'm glad you knew about it. I wasn't sure if I ought to tell you."
"How... how did you find out? Did you overhear your mother and father talking, too?"
Brenda grinned. "Naw. I watched them," she said.
"Watched them? Really!"
"Sure. When we lived in the city. They thought I was asleep, but I had an idea what they were up to so I sneaked out in the hall and saw them going to different bedrooms, you know, your dad and my mom and vice versa. Boy! It got me all excited."
"Maybe... maybe they didn't really do any?thing.
"Don't be silly."
"Well, you can't be sure. I mean... maybe they just thought about it, then changed their minds... "
Brenda moved closer, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I said I watched them."
"But... you mean...?"
"Yeah," Brenda said, nodding happily. "The spare room is next to Mom's bedroom and the door is never locked between them, so I sneaked in there and pushed it open a crack. I saw your dad screw my mom. Boy, has your dad got a big cock!"
"Brenda! How could you spy on them?"
Brenda was unabashed by such criticism. "Oh, I sneak in there all the time. I watch my mom and dad fuck two or three times a week. That was the only time I ever saw them get at it with another couple, though. It was fun."
Susan was blushing, but she was also intrigued. "Gee. Do you think they'll do it tonight?" she asked.
"Sure. That's why they sent us to bed. Why did you think they came up for the weekend?"
"Golly."
"What? Does it shock you?"
"Well... "
"Don't be a prude, Suzy. Why should we be shocked because our parents are hip enough to have fun?"
"I guess," the innocent girl said dubiously.
Brenda went over and sat on the bed.
Susan felt conspicuous standing there, feeling as if Brenda were studying her. She was still blushing and, aware of it, blushed all the deeper.
"You a virgin?" Brenda asked matter-of-factly.
"Well, sure. I mean, of course."
"Why, of course?"
"Gee, I'm only fourteen."
"Boy, are you missing out on life," said Brenda, with a superior and tolerant air.
"Brenda! Aren't you... a virgin?"
"No way. I lost my cherry when I was twelve. Johnny Miller fucked me behind the high school."
Susan stared at her as if Brenda had suddenly been transformed into an alien life form.
"Is it... fun?" she asked, her curiosity overriding her disapproval.
"Wow! It's great. It gets better all the time. With practice, you know? Johnny wasn't so hot... pretty good, but not too good... but Tommy Eagen and Ralph Sands are really good at it."
"You let them all... have you?" Susan gasped, shocked yet more interested than ever.
"Sure. That's why I was so popular at school, before we moved out here."
"But, golly... aren't you worried that you'll get a bad reputation?"
Brenda snorted. "Boy, are you dumb! That's the whole idea. Once the guys know a girl puts out, then they all want to date her. Like I said, that's why I was so popular."
Stunned, Susan sat down beside Brenda. "What's it... feel like?" she asked, coloring all over again at her own audacity.
"Nice. Real nice. All tingly and warm and... well, you know how it feels when you play with yourself?"
Susan gulped and lowered her eyes.
"Well? Don't tell me you never even rubbed your own pussy, for heaven's sake?"
Susan decided it was better to be naughty than naive. She nodded, then added, "Well, once. I only found out how to do it today, really."
"Holy shit! It's a good thing you're here, Suzy. I can show you lots of fun things to do. If you want."
Susan didn't reply.
"We'll have a good time this weekend," Brenda said.
"Well, we'll see... "
"Say! Want to sneak out in the hall and see what our folks are doing?"
"Oh, we mustn't!"
"Why not?"
"It's just not right."
Brenda shrugged, looking petulant. "Well, suit yourself. I'm gonna have a look."
Brenda rose and moved to the door. Susan noticed that her pert little ass seemed to swing seductively. Brenda paused, one hand on the doorknob, and glanced back.
"Sure you don't wanna look?" she asked.
Susan bit her lip.
Susan wanted very much to look.
If she'd been alone, she never would have dared to, but since Brenda intended to anyway...
"Well, just for a minute," Susan said and, rising, she followed Brenda into the dimly lighted hallway.
Brenda held a forefinger to her lips. "Be quiet," she cautioned.
"Don't worry about that. Boy! I'd sure hate to get caught spying."
"I'm not worried about getting caught, but if they know we're wise to them, they might be more careful in the future."
The two young girls moved down the hall and Susan hung back while Brenda peered around the corner of the wall, where the banister was joined.
After a second, Susan heard Brenda's breath hiss. Brenda looked back, grinning widely. "They sure didn't waste any time," she whispered.
Overcome with intriguing curiosity, Susan moved to the corner and poked her head around.
She looked down into the room below and barely managed to stifle her outcry in her throat as the astounding scene blasted her vision.
Susan had looked over the banister at the exact instant that Sam Claymore stuck his big cock into her mother's willing mouth...
The two young girls watched the whole scene unfold. Brenda knelt on the floor and Susan leaned over above her and they watched their parents suck and fuck. Susan was appalled at first, but soon she found herself growing increasingly excited-more excited than she'd been earlier, in the car, when only her hearing had been stimulated and more than she'd been when she'd watched the boy masturbate in the bath house. Soon she was quivering and vibrating powerfully.
Brenda, for her part, went through no such changes. She was a hot little cunt, constantly simmering and ready to burst into full flowered flame. Kneeling there, she squirmed and writhed as she watched, growing so excited that Susan, leaning above her, became aware of the musky sweetness of her cunt as it began to steam.
"Ooooh, look at them," Brenda squealed, switching her pert little ass about like a bitch in heat.
Susan needed no such suggestion, for her interest, too, was captivated by the scene before them.
Then, finally-and it seemed all too soon to the fascinated girls-the two couples below had completed their couplings. Brenda crawled back?ward and rose to her feet. She grinned at Susan, but her eyes flashed with a different emotion. They moved quietly back down the hall and into Brenda's room, closing the door softly behind them.
"Wow! My dad really put it to your mother, huh?" Brenda asked. "Up the ass and all. Golly. It sure made me hot. How about you?"
"I... guess so."
"Too bad we don't have a man here, huh?"
Susan started to say that she had no intention of losing her virginity, but no sooner had the words formed in her mind than she began to question them. The moral code which she had always understood as certain truth no longer seemed absolutely valid. Her doubts arose from twofold illumination: the knowledge that her parents indulged in sexual acts with other couples and, what was even more enlightening, if less stimulating, the fact that a girl like Brenda, whom Susan had always thought was a nice girl, admitted to not being a virgin. That struck at the very roots and foundations of Susan's morality, for she'd always assumed that a girl who slept with men could be spotted instantly for what she was in some strange, intangible fashion, some scarlet letter stamped indelibly on her breasts, perhaps.
Now she saw that her ideas had been absurd. Brenda looked no different for having lost her maidenhead; her mother looked no different from having fucked Sam Claymore. Susan began to wonder if she really was missing out on one of the great pleasures of life and youth and feeling rather deprived and foolishly naive. She wondered if, sometime in the future, when it was too late to rectify the situation, she might not regret having passed up the opportunities which Brenda proposed. But she wasn't sure. It was, after all, a very serious and important decision.
Her indecision was visible on her face and Brenda interpreted it correctly.
"Suppose we did have a man, or a boy, here with us, Suzy," she said, eyeing her friend condescendingly. "Would you let him fuck you tonight?"
"I don't know."
"You are hot, though, aren't you?"
"Oh yes!"
"If we had a guy, I'd rape him, myself."
"You sure are shameless."
Brenda laughed, taking that as a compliment. "Yeah, and I'll bet you'd watch, too," she said.
Susan, having already spied on her parents, could hardly deny that.
"And after you saw how much fun I had, I'll bet you simply couldn't pass up the chance."
"I don't know, I really don't," Susan said, tingling with the thought, feeling deliciously wanton.
"If you want to try it, I can get a boy for you while you're here," Brenda said, trying to sound casual.
"I thought you didn't know anyone here in the country?" Susan said. "You said it was boring... "
"Oh, it's more boring than in town, but a girl can always find a guy. Anywhere. In fact, there's a boy who does the stables and lawns for us. Sort of a yokel, but not bad-looking. I let him fuck me twice."
Susan blinked.
"He'll fuck you, too, if you like."
"But... wouldn't you be jealous? If I wanted him to, I mean?"
"Of course not, silly. I don't love him or anything. Even if I did... well, you know, I guess our parents love each other and all, but that doesn't stop them from having lots of fun. When I get married, I want a husband who thinks the same way."
That brought a new question to Susan's mind. "Doesn't a guy mind marrying a girl when she isn't a virgin?" she asked.
Brenda stared at her, genuinely surprised, then burst out laughing. "If a girl is a virgin, she'll never even meet a guy, let alone get married," she said.
And all those moral foundations trembled in the earthquake of such knowledge...
Brenda began to undress for bed. Susan did the same. Brenda went over and locked the door, which seemed a strange thing to do, but Susan didn't ask her why she felt the need to do it.
"I always sleep naked," Brenda said. "Do you?"
"Well, I did bring a nightgown," Susan said. "But I left my suitcase downstairs and I guess I better not go down to get it."
"Naked it is, then," Brenda said. "Anyway, it's more comfortable that way. Sexier," she added, giggling. "It's always sexier to sleep with someone, even if it is only another girl."
Brenda turned the overhead light out and then snapped on a dim bulb on the nightstand. She jumped in bed and held the covers back for Susan. Susan got in on the other side, away from the light. She lay on her back. Brenda was on her side, facing Susan. Neither girl spoke for a few minutes nor Susan was aware of a sudden and strange sort of tension which had suddenly sprung up between them.
Brenda said, "I sure do wish we had a man here, don't you? I got so excited watching our folks fucking that I'm too hot to sleep."
"I'm not really sleepy, either," Susan said.
"I guess I'll just have to finger myself off," Brenda said matter-of-factly.
Susan blushed. "You want me to go into the bathroom or something, until you're finished?" she asked.
"Whatever for?"
"I thought you might be... embarrassed, doing it with me right here in bed."
"How silly. It makes it more exciting, sort of."
Susan realized that the idea was exciting-that she was tremendously stimulated by the thought of lying beside Brenda while the girl masturbated-but she had no idea why it should be so. After all, they were both girls...
She lay staring at the ceiling and, after a few moments, she heard Brenda begin to breathe harder. The bed was moving gently.
"Umrnm," Brenda murmured.
Susan felt a terrible compulsion to turn her head, to look at her bedmate. The idea embarrassed her and yet, somehow, she sensed that Brenda wouldn't mind; that, in fact, Brenda wanted her to look.
"Oh, that feels nice," Brenda whispered.
"Does it?" Susan said, staring at the ceiling.
"Ummm. Why don't you finger your cunt, too, Suzy? Don't you feel like it?"
"I'm embarrassed to."
"It might be fun, doing it at the same time."
"It seems sort of... dirty... "
"Ummm. That's why it's fun. Dirty things are always lots of fun."
Susan kept her hands clenched at her sides, but her body was making demands. Her nipples had stiffened and her pussy was damp. She fought against the urge. Brenda began to pant. Finally, unable to resist, Susan turned her face toward her girl friend.
Brenda was watching her, and she smiled when Susan turned to face her. Brenda was on her side, one knee slightly raised and one hand pressed against her vulva. Her hips moved slowly, grinding her pelvis against her hand rather than rubbing herself.
Susan couldn't resist the urge to look down, to stare at her friend's pussy. Brenda, like her mother, had a large, flaming bush, her pubic mound much hairier than most girls her age. Her body was supple and nubile. It was, Susan thought, a very sex body, and she wondered why she should think of such a descriptive term.
"Ohhh, you're looking at my cunt," Brenda whispered. "I've got a nice twat, haven't I?"
Susan nodded, dazed by unknown sensations.
Brenda thrust her belly forward, affording Susan a view of her crotch. Her cunt was parted, the pink lips furled back, exposing a creamy slit. She moved her caressing hand away, so that Susan could have a look.
"I'll bet you have a nice cunt, too," the older girl said. "Let me see it, okay?"
Susan's legs seemed to part instinctively, without conscious effort, and Brenda rose on her elbow, staring down at Susan's vulva. She caught her breath.
"Oh, yes!" she said. "You have a pretty pussy." Susan began to tremble.
"I've got an idea," Brenda said, as if it had just occurred to her. "Why don't we play with each other?"
Susan wasn't startled by the suggestion; she had begun to expect it.
"Shall we? That will feel lots better than just touching ourselves," Brenda coaxed.
"It's... awful naughty... isn't it?"
"Who knows?" Brenda said with a shrug. "Who cares? I'll rub you off if you'll rub me off. I mean, it won't be as good as if we had a man here, but it will be better than nothing."
"I guess it wouldn't really be too wicked," Susan said, rationalizing desperately. "Not really much worse than masturbating, huh?"
"Yeah, that's right. But better."
"Have you ever... done that with a girl?"
"Well, no, not really. But I've read books about Lesbians and things, and they seem to like it and I'd love to know what it feels like."
"Well... all right," Susan agreed.
Brenda sighed. "I hoped you'd want to," she said. "Even before we watched our parents, I mean. When I found out you'd be staying here this weekend. I never had a chance to try it before. But if we like it, there are lots of nice things we can do for each other."
"What things?" Susan asked, frightened by her own willingness.
"Oh... things I read about. You'll see... " Susan closed her eyes, feeling very wicked and depraved and very helpless. She jumped slightly when Brenda touched the inside of her thigh. Brenda's fingertips ran up and down, brushing lightly.
"Does it tickle?" she asked, when Susan's thigh muscles began to flutter.
"N... no. It feels... funny... "
"Nice?"
Susan let her legs part further.
Brenda's hand moved up, inch by inch, while Susan kept her eyes closed and bit her lip. Then Brenda's fingertips brushed against her cuntlips and she gasped. Brenda was breathing hard. Her expert fingers brushed up and down Susan's wet crack a few times, then she began rubbing the younger girl's swollen clitoris, gently massaging it between thumb and forefinger.
Susan sighed with pleasure, all her reluctance melted away by the wonderful pleasure of that touch. It felt much better than when she'd done it for herself.
Brenda's hand drew back.
"Why did you stop?" Susan asked, opening her eyes.
"You've got to do me, too."
"Ooooh, yes! I want to!"
Rolling onto her hip, Susan slid her hand between Brenda's slick thighs. The girl's cunt was so hot it burned her fingers. She began stroking and rubbing, trying to caress Brenda in the same way Brenda had done her.
"Is that right?" she asked, her voice quavering.
"Beautiful," Brenda said.
Brenda's hand returned to Susan's steaming pussy, and the two young girls stroked each other gently, until they were both panting heavily. Susan closed her eyes again. Suddenly she realized that Brenda was sucking on her stiff nipple. She looked down, surprised for an instant, and then her eyes narrowed as she felt the wonderful thrill of the girl's sucking lips.
"Is that one of the things you read about?" she asked, arching her slender back and willingly offering her tits to Brenda's eager mouth.
"Ummm," Brenda sighed, the sound muffled against Susan's plump mound.
"I'll... do that for you, too," Susan offered.
Brenda smiled and fell onto her back immediate?ly. Susan leaned over her and started licking at her taut tits, then she closed her lips around the fleshy bud and sucked avidly.
Brenda purred like a cat and cradled Susan's head in her hands, holding her to the task and squirming beneath her. She threw her hip up and clamped her thighs around Susan's, wiggling and rubbing her soaking pussy up and down. Susan responded by tightening her legs around Brenda's, and they squirmed together, cunt to thigh, leaving an oily trail as their creamy gashes slipped up and down. A delicious, lingering thrill pulsed through them. They felt no urgency, no need for haste, no desperate need to end this pleasure, just a wonderful sensation which they wanted to last as long as possible. They moved slowly, taking turns sucking each other's nipples and changing positions from time to time in order to experiment with new approaches and angles.
"Let's rub our cunts together," Brenda suggested. She swiveled around and threw one leg across Susan's belly. Their thighs brushed together and they squirmed until they were fitted like interlocking pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, with their crotches pressed together. The flooded pussys flowed together and their tingling clits brushed over one another with electric tingles.
Susan threw her head back on the pillow and arched, working her lithe loins rhythmically. She closed her eyes again. When Brenda drew away, Susan remained in that position, on her back with her hips upraised and her legs parted, waiting for the other girl to make a new approach.
The bed swayed as Brenda changed position.
Then Susan gasped as she felt two stiff fingers glide slowly up her cunt. She looked down the arched plane of her body and saw that Brenda was kneeling between her thighs. Brenda was studiously watching while she shoved her forefinger and middle finger in and out of Susan's steaming gash. Her fingers pushed in to the knuckles, then drew slowly out while Susan's tight sheath pulled at them.
"Such a pretty cunt," Brenda whispered. "I love to play with it... " Susan smiled happily.
"I'll bet it tastes good... " Brenda murmured.
Brenda glanced up at Susan's face with a speculative expression, one eyebrow raised.
Susan gulped. "You... wouldn't... really... do that, would you?" the girl asked, trembling.
Brenda's gaze was level. "If you wanted me to," she said.
"Oh, golly!"
"I'd lick it for you, Suzy... "
The idea drove spikes of fiery lust through Susan's mind and body, lancing her with a sensation so powerful that it was almost agony.
"I... I wouldn't do it," Susan stammered.
"You don't have to. Do you want me to?"
"I don't... I... oh, yes! Oh, Brenda! Yes! Lick my pussy for me!"
Brenda smiled and her eyes gleamed.
She leaned closer and spread Susan's cuntlips open with her fingertips, exposing the succulent inner flesh. She licked her lips. Her tongue darted out, fluttering, but fell inches short of contact.
Susan gaped at her, hardly able to believe the girl would do a thing like this. She wanted it, but she was afraid that Brenda would back out at the last moment, or was merely teasing her to begin with. Brenda's face had a strange, taunting expression and she kept looking up at Susan, then dropping her gaze to the girl's cunt again, as if she were undecided.
Then, with a little whimper, Brenda lowered her face the final inches and ran her hot tongue up Susan's streaming cunt. Her tongue curled up the cunt and coiled around the stiff clit. Susan gasped and trembled. Brenda paused, after that first lick, as if she were trying to decide whether she liked it. Her brow wrinkled in concentration and she rolled her eyes. Then, slowly, she smiled.
"It's good!" she said. She licked her lips. "Gee, it's real good," she repeated.
"Is... is that all... I mean...?" Susan stumbled over the words, thinking that that solitary tongue-sweep might be the extent of it.
"Silly!" Brenda said, giggling.
"It felt nice," Susan told her.
"I'll lick your cunt as long as you want, don't worry."
"Ooooh!"
"You can come in my mouth, if you want."
Susan threw her knees as far apart as she could and hiked her ass upward. Her pussy rose up, lips fluttering.
Brenda giggled again, delighted with her own depravity, and took another long lap at the pink crevice. Tilting her face from side to side, she ran her tongue upward slowly and steadily. She lapped at the lips and then, pushing deeper, at the soft, clamping pads of the inner hole. Susan squirmed and whimpered, jamming her hips down, and Brenda began pushing her tongue in and out, in a fucking motion, delving as deeply as she could reach.
"Ooooh! Pussy is... delicious!" she squealed. "I never knew it would taste so good!"
"What... what does it taste like?" Susan asked, overwhelmed by curiosity.
"Like... well... why don't you see for your?self?"
"Oh, I couldn't!"
"Oh?" Brenda said. She took another tongue-swipe, then pushed her middle finger up the drenched slot and turned it about. She drew it out, slippery with cuntjuice. She held her hand up to Susan's face.
"Taste yourself, honey," she coaxed.
"Oh, no!"
Susan turned her face to the side and then, immediately, turned back again. Brenda's slimy finger brushed against her lips. Blushing furiously, but unable to resist the urge, Susan licked Brenda's fingertip. The sweet, musky flavor delighted her. Her lips parted and she slipped them over Brenda's finger and sucked, tasting her own cunt cream.
"Oh! It is good!" she cried.
Brenda looked at her for a moment, specula?tively. Then she said, "I'm going to turn around, so you can finger me while I eat you. Okay? You don't have to lick me if you don't want to."
"Okay," Susan said quickly, impatient to have that fiery tongue return to her steaming cunt.
Brenda swiveled around and lay down in the reverse position. Susan turned onto her side and raised her knee. Brenda immediately buried her head between the girl's legs and began eating her cunt hungrily. As she gained in experience, she began using more than just her tongue. She fitted her lips to Susan's pussy and sucked greedily, while her tongue slipped up and down the soaking channel.
Susan, began rubbing Brenda's twat.
Brenda thrust her hips forward, closer.
Her gaping cunt rippled and pulsed and Susan found her gaze fixed upon it, pinned to it.
Susan realized that she wanted to suck that burning cunt. I mustn't, she told herself. That would be too, too terrible. I'd never forgive myself if I did... Oh, but it looks so good...
She tilted her wrist and pushed her finger up the oily hole, finger fucking her with one hand while rubbing the lips with the other. Drawing her hand back then, she brought her finger to her lips. She couldn't keep that creamy digit away from her hungry mouth, try as she would. Telling herself that licking Brenda's cream from her finger wasn't nearly as wicked as actually eating it from her pussy, she sucked the sweet cream from her hand. And the flavor of Brenda's cunt caused the girl to ache with hunger.
"Oh! Oh dear!" she cried.
And then she thrust her head forward and began devouring Brenda's flaming pussy voraciously.
Sixty-nining frantically, the two young girls tossed and turned upon the bed. First one was on top and then the other; then they were side by side; then they were tottering on the edge of the bed. But no matter how furiously they lashed about, neither girl for a moment lost oral contact. Gyrating and squirming like contortionists, they continued to lap and suck with rare frenzy.
They were soaked with cuntjuice as their pussies creamed again and again. Susan's tongue flew over Brenda's crotch, gathering up the thick cream as it pulsed out from the burning crack, and Brenda had her lips clamped around Susan's hole, sucking the juice out with steady slurps. Their faces were soaked with silvery fluid, their fat tits gleamed with creamy ribbons, their hair was matted with juice. Climax after climax ripped through their nubile loins, each one more powerful than the one before, until finally, simultaneously, both girls reached the absolute height of all sensation and melted together, like wax figurines before a blazing fire, glued to one another by the paste of their orgasms.
Finally, they lay still.
After a while, Brenda said, "That was nice. Tomorrow we can do other things, if you want."
"Okay," Susan murmured sleepily. "Want to sleep this way?"
"Ummm."
And so they did, mouth to cunt, snug and sound.