Chapter 10
Carol stepped into the room, her face a big question mark. "What's with you two?"
"Ask her!" grumped Paul, continuing to glare at Carol.
"Ask him!" grumped Helen, continuing to glare at Paul.
"I'm asking both of you. What gives? Why the long faces?"
Helen glared at her husband. "It's your fault! You didn't tell me this was supposed to be a swap party!" She hopped up, stood before her errant husband and stabbed him with a glare guaranteed to melt steel.
"I ... I ...." Brad flushed. "I kinda hinted at it."
"You said we'd pay a social call. Spend a quiet evening. Maybe dance a little. Play cards...."
Paul turned his anger toward Brad. "Why didn't you tell her it was gonna be a swap deal?"
Brad flushed more deeply. "She's not too keen on that kinda stuff. If I'd come right out and mentioned it, she'd have refused to come. I figured we'd get here and then do what comes naturally, like me and Carol just did...."
"Oh? That's why you've been so long in the bedroom? You and her...?" Helen flared.
Brad whined, "We figured you'd be doing the same thing."
"Well, you figured wrong." Helen continued with her look of disapproval. I told you after that session at Dodson's, I wanted no more of the swap business. And even if I'd agreed to come along tonight to swap, it wouldn't've done Paul any good." "Why?"
"Because it's that time of the month for me. My period. That's what Paul's horsed off about."
"Yeah," growled Paul. "Bringing your wife here when she has the rag on. Some pal you are."
"Hell, I didn't know! I don't keep track of that!" The anguished look on his face turned to humor. He grinned. "That must've been a shock to you, Paul."
"T'ain't funny!" Paul growled. "You can laugh, you got Carol. Me, I got a wet blanket!"
Brad deliberated. His glance swept to Carol. He'd planned on spending the night with her and didn't want anything to interfere with those plans.
"Tell you what, Paul." He stroked his chin and wrapped his arm about Carol. "You can still make it a night with Helen."
Paul's eyes lit up. "I can. How?"
"She's pretty good at jerking a guy off and she does it good with her mouth...."
"Baloney!" Paul huffed. "I can jerk myself off. And when I wanna get sucked, I'll go to that fairy bar down town. I think we oughta call the whole thing off and get together next week."
Carol shook her head. "That wouldn't be fair to Brad and me. I didn't want to swap in the first place. You bugged me until I agreed. Now, just because you can't get your dick wet, you figure everyone should call it a night. I agree with Brad. You take Helen the way she is tonight..."
Paul shuddered. "I stay away from dames when they're like that! Monthlies, hah! No thanks." He downed his drink. "You bastards go ahead and enjoy yourself. I'm gonna turn in. See you in the morning." Banging his empty glass down on the built-in bar, he stomped from the room, clomped into his bedroom and slammed the door after him.
"Well!" Carol stared at the closed bedroom door. "I guess he told us off."
Brad shrugged. "So he's mad. Hell get over it. We can still have fun." He held Carol tighter.
"We?" Carol nodded toward Helen, who stood tearfully at the far end of the room, feeling like an outcast.
Again Brad shrugged. Looking disdainfully at the outcast, he said, "She can shove off. Take a cab and go home. Or lay here on the couch and go to sleep while you and I go back into the bedroom...." He eased her in that direction.
Carol held back, shaking her head. She disengaged Brad's fingers, went over to Helen and comforted her. "We can't treat her like this, just because it's that time of the month for her. There, there," she soothed.
Brad eyed her, bewildered. "But you told Paul...."
Carol smiled, a peacemaker. "Tell you what, Brad. You wait out here. Relax on the couch. Mix yourself a few drinks. I'll go with Helen to the spare bedroom. I'll stay with her 'till she falls asleep. Then I'll come back and you and me can get with it."
"Good thinking." Brad stepped over, kissed Helen on the cheek and said, "That sound okay to you, hon?"
Helen dabbed at her tear-filled eyes and nodded. "I'm sorry I'm such a bother to everyone tonight. I'll go with Carol. You can have her later."
"Swell!" With a careful pat on her fanny, Brad sent his wife on her way. At the same time, he gave Carol a more resounding pinch on the ass.
Arriving in the spare bedroom, Carol could hardly restrain herself. She shut the door and then gave way to uncontrollable mirth. She flung herself on the bed and chortled so loudly she had to stuff a pillow over her face to keep the sounds down. Helen joined her on the bed. She, too, was giggling and laughing so loud she had to place a pillow over her face to cut down the volume of noise.
Both girls rolled around on the bed, unable to stop their laughter. They coughed, choked, gasped and chortled. Every time they looked at each other, the laughter started again. Tears rolled down their cheeks, they were laughing so much.
Finally they calmed down somewhat and the laughter stopped. Carol's face was still scrootched up in merriment when she gasped, "The look on Paul's face when we entered the living room!" This set her off again in a wild spasm of mirth.
"And the way Brad tried to squirm out of it, wanting Paul to take me as is ...." This set Helen off on another laugh binge.
Finally both girls sat up in bed, unable to laugh any more. Their sides ached and their faces were tear stained from so much chortling.
Helen said, "That was a brilliant suggestion, darling. Telling me to fake my period."
Carol swept the golden-haired darling to her breast. "That'll give us a whole night to ourselves. To make love."
Helen kissed her lover. "D'ya think Brad'll come in here?"
Carol shook her head. "He's bushed. He came twice already while you were breaking the bad news to Paul. Unless I miss my guess, Brad'll crawl up on the couch and fall asleep for the rest of the night."
Helen hopped to her feet. "Then what are we waiting for?" She began throwing off her clothes, including the false pad she'd put over her honey pot to indicate closed season to men. She laughed when she tossed it aside. "When Paul touched that, he almost hit the ceiling. He jumped away as though I'd stuck him with a pin." She chuckled. "He sure got ticked off."
"I could see that." Carol joined her lover in the clothes dropping bit and the two girls, now completely naked, rushed into each others arms and kissed.
"Let's go into the bathroom." Helen suggested.
Carol nodded. She was heating up already. She sure enjoyed being with this teenage girl and her new bag of tricks.
In the bathroom, Carol paused. "I gotta potty."
Helen flushed. "Do it on me in the tub. Like I told you my girl friend and I did it. Please...?" Her baby blue eyes coaxed.
"I dunno. That seems kinda way out."
"It'll be for kicks. You once said you'd do anything for kicks!" Helen's lips formed a pouty bow.
"Well ...." Carol nodded. "Okay. Just this once ... What do I do?" She was eager now to get with it.
Helen looked around, saw a bath cap and shoved it over her hair. Then she stepped into the tub and lay on her back, after turning the water on slowly.
Carol got into the tub at Helen's direction and squatted down on her haunches alongside her face, until her pussy was within inches of Helen's face.
Helen adjusted Carol until she was staring directly up at her cunt. "Now," ordered Helen, "piss on me!" She closed her mouth.
Carol struggled and squirmed to do what she'd been ordered. Her face was flushed and she had to go, but in this position it was awkward, especially since her cunt was poised directly over the pretty face. "I have to go, but I can't....
Helen opened her mouth to tell her to relax. At that moment Carol gushed forth. Helen quickly closed her mouth and stared fascinated up at her friend's pussy as it sent forth a warm stream of liquid. A far-away look appeared in Helen's eyes, a look of lust and sexual pleasure of a strange sort.
Carol tried to stop the flow, but it continued. It slopped onto Helen's upturned face, down her mouth, to her chin, then onto her throat and titties until at last it splashed into the water in the tub.
When Carol stopped peeing, Helen drew Carol's wet pussy to her mouth and licked it.
Carol hopped out of the tub, stood beside it and stared in awe at her friend. Helen winked at her, then she, too, climbed from the tub and joined her at the side. She drew Carol to her and kissed her on the lips.
Carol could feel the tangy, salty taste and crinkled her noise in disgust.
Helen kissed her again and said, "Your turn? I gotta pee, too."
Carol grimaced, then the odd feeling returned. This was really kicks. She slipped the bath cap from Helen's hair, slid it over her own hair and stepped gingerly into the tub, sat down, and lay on her back. A surge of excitement swept through her. This was weird. The stupidest thing she'd ever done in her life. Her heart pounded.
She stared up at her lover's twitching little pussy right above her face. She kept her mouth closed and watched in awe when a stream came forth and splashed onto her face. Hot, tangy liquid. She felt it roll down her cheeks, down her neck, down onto her titties, then into the water in the tub. She flushed with shame.
Then, when the honey pot was empty, Carol reached up with her lips and kissed it! Helen, squealed in delight, joined her in the tub, pulled the plug out, rinsed out the tub, then started the water running again. "We both need a bath now." Leaning forward, she gathered Carol to her breasts and sighed. "Carol! Carol! I love you so much." She kissed her on the still moist lips. "I need the love of another girl."
Carol flushed. "Until I met you, darling, I never thought I'd feel this way about another girl. I never thought I'd enjoy kissing a girl. Sucking a girl. Making love with a girl..."
"It's fun, isn't it?" Helen soaped Carol all over and played with her tits.
Carol nodded. "Where'd you learn about these ... odd things like we just did?"
"I read a lot. I've been making love with other girls for a few years. Don't forget I started when I was fifteen. A girl can learn a lot in a few years."
"Teach me all you know?"
"I will. I will. You're an apt pupil. So pliable. I'll enjoy working with you." Helen hopped from the tub. "Come, well go into the bed and really make love while the boys are asleep."
Standing beside the bed, Helen gathered Carol into her arms and kissed her. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and had Carol turn around in front of her. Helen's fingers flicked out and she touched Carol all over, squeezing gently, slapping lightly, caressing, pinching.
Carol moaned happily at the loving touches. Small, warm, feminine hands roamed all over her body and rubbed her thighs and her beautiful, rounded ass cheeks. Fingers tickled her asshole. Butterfly kisses from full, red, pouty lips sucked at her large titties. A small mouth drew her nipples in and nibbled at them. Fingers tweaked cupped breasts, squeezing them. They were lovely, tender girl's hands, not gruff, hard masculine ones.
"Hold your legs apart, dear," Helen ordered. She lifted one of Carol's legs, placed it onto her knee and stared up at Carol's cunt.
Helen studied her critically. "Lovely! No wonder that husband of mine flips over you. Did he suck it yet?"
Carol flushed. "Before, while you were with Paul."
Helen chuckled. "He's a pussy-bumper all right. He did that to me long before he did the other. Of course, I kind of encouraged him to and kinda threw cold water on letting him do the other until after we got married. But he sure knows how to do a girl there!"
"I know." Carol, the voice of experience, nodded. "But it still feels better when you do me."
"Like this?" Helen dipped her tongue into the exposed cunt and licked it a few times. She paused and stared at Carol.
Carol shoved her lover's head down. "Do me some more. It feels so good. Ooooh, Aaaaa. Use your fingers, too."
Helen eased Carol onto the bed and hopped on board. Her butterfly kisses moved nippingly over the curly brown hair, the white, smooth thighs, and finally into the honey pot. The butterfly became a sucking bee. Fingers and lips worked together, sucking and caressing in unison.
Carol lay on her back, lifting her hips up to accept the lovemaking, knowing she'd soon be satisfied. She closed her eyes, relaxed and moaned happily in the rhythm that was rocking her body.
Reaching down, she eased Helen around and placed her on top, in the classic Lesbian pose.
Carol stared up at the beautiful golden-haired pussy. She took Helen's cute, rounded buttocks in her hands and stroked them. She ran her fingers along Helen's thighs, so smooth, so curvy, so lovely, so pink. She played with Helen's little asshole, digging in with fingers and tongue. She let her hands roam upward until they settled on the small, but perfectly firm, round titties.
She cupped die little delights in her hands and massaged them. They were nice to hold. She ran her fingers up and down Helen's back, sides and ass checks, drawing her ever closer to her mouth. She savored for a long time the smooth, white, adorable body, letting hands, fingers, tongue and mouth work their magic on the gorgeous girl. Her tongue darted out, sucked, flicked and moistened the sex parts. She could feel Helen shaking with delight as she murmured happily.
Helen continued to do Carol. The teenage doll's tongue, mouth and fingers zipped around and about on Carol, sending spasm after spasm of delight through her. She had a few minor orgasms while the blonde beauty sucked, fingered and tongued her sex. It was glorious. The two breathtakingly beautiful girls thoroughly enjoyed the task of making each other hot and happy. The youngest girl was already an expert Lesbian, an expert in seeking out, probing, sucking and fingering the sex parts of another girl. Bringing the lovely girl to the point of no-return time and again, she teased and caressed, bringing both of them to new heights of pleasure.
The older girl, a beautiful brown-haired novice in the art of Lesbianism, gained experience with every passing minute. Following every lead of her teacher, she was a willing pupil and she learned fast. Everything Helen did to her, she did to Helen in perfect teamwork. Helen stuck a finger in Carol's asshole and jabbed it in and out. Carol stuck a finger in Helen's and jabbed it in and out. Helen licked Carol's pussy and Carol licked Helen's pussy.
Helen slapped Carol lightly on the asscheeks and Carol slapped Helen lightly in return. Helen stuck her tongue in Carol's ass and Carol stuck her tongue in Helen's ass. "How'm I doing, teacher?" Carol chirped.
Helen squiggled happily. "Groovy, darling, groovy. You're the best lover I ever had." In a spasm of happiness, she rolled over on the bed, landing atop Carol, her mouth still buried in the gorgeous pussy.
Carol rolled her back, still sucking and licking at Helen's small cunt. The girls giggled, moaned and thrashed around on the bed. Carol was in seventh heaven. Never before in her life had she enjoyed herself so much. This was weird, but far and away the greatest thrill she'd ever had.
If only they could make it last and last. But the excitement got to her. Passion swept through her, building up to a gigantic climax. She couldn't hold out much longer.
"Let's come together, darling?" Carol squealed, raising her lips from the honey pot to utter the words.
At that moment her eyes settled on a pair of hairy, masculine legs standing directly in front of her at the edge of the bed!
Human nature being what it is, Carol panicked. The jarring sight of a pair of man's legs standing before her, just when she was about to cut loose with a gigantic orgasm, tended to cool her off, somewhat. Carol was an emotional girl, and at that moment her emotions underwent a quick change. From a hot Lesbian, about to give forth with a stream of juicy nectar into the mouth of an equally hot lover, she became a startled, surprised and somewhat guilty young girl, has been caught in the act!
She was caught with her mouth in the wrong place. Flushing guiltily, she let her glance wander upward to see the face attached to the pair of legs. "Brad!"
Brad glared down at the duo, locked in loving embrace. A look of contempt clouded his handsome face. He was completely nude and his prick was completely erect, brought on, no doubt, by the sight of two lovely pussies being sucked by two glorious pairs of lips. "What the hell are you doing?" It was rather an inane question, because it was obvious what they were doing. His tone was filled with anger and surprise.
It broke the spell of the moment and completely shut off the tide of hot juices that had been about to flow. The embarrassed girls quickly disengaged their mouths and sat side by side on the bed, feet dangling onto the floor. They stared at him like kids caught stealing apples. Both pretty faces were flushed, eyes downcast and heads hanging in shame.
"You're both queer?" Brad pursued his line of questioning and supplied his own answers. His voice was still filled with a measure of disbelief. "Sucking each other off, you ... you...." he groped for a word he seldom used ...."Lesbians!"
Carol and Helen maintained a discreet silence.
Brad vented his ire on Helen. "My own wife a queer! How long have you been doing this?"
Helen glanced at her watch. "About thirty minutes."
He glared. "I mean how many years? You just didn't start this tonight!" His glance swept to Carol. He clucked his tongue. "And you?" Disappointment etched his tone. "I thought you were all girl. Instead I find you're a queer."
Carol, the faint blush of shame having worn off, bristled. She returned Brad's glare with a nasty look of her own. "You suck girls off, too. A couple hours ago, in this same bed, you sucked me. You should talk!"
Brad flushed. "That's different. A man's supposed to do things like that to heat a girl up ...." "Okay. So we were heating each other up!"
"But girls doing it together? We call men who do that to each other queers. They're disgusting. But to find my own wife doing it to another girl ...! " He shuddered. "Ugh!"
Helen, taking a cue from Carol, also got her dander up. She hopped to her feet, stuck her nose close to her husband's and said, "Okay, you found us out. I've been doing this to other girls for years. I like to do it. To me, it's no worse than this stupid wife swapping game you men play! So there! " Having delivered her discourse. Helen went over to her lover, wrapped her arms around her and kissed her. "Let's ignore this bastard! Maybe he'll go away and we can finish."
"Good thinking!" Carol returned Helen's kisses. She figured her friend had brought up a good point in mentioning the swap business. It took quite a bit of the steam out of Brad's argument. She glared at him. "Flake off, Brad. Go back into the other room and go to sleep. We want to be alone." She ran her fingers around and about on Helen's titties.
"Yeah, shove!" Helen echoed her lover's sentiments.
"Hold it!" Brad shuffled around uncomfortably under the combined glare of the two lovelies. He smiled calmly. "I'll admit I was surprised finding you two like that. But it's all right by me. You two dolls wanta suck each other off, no harm done!" He grinned. "I'll stay here and watch. Maybe you'll get hot enough and want this?" He waved his wand at them.
Carol looked at Helen and she returned the nervous glance.
They both had the same thought. Girl-loving's one thing. But somewhere along the line, a man's cock is something else again. When the blush of girl's kisses wears off, the girl's tongues and fingers are well used, there comes a time when the feel of a big cock supercedes everything. They both nodded their assent.
While they were deliberating, Brad had time to view the situation and think over the events that had transpired. He pointed to his wife. "How come? I thought you had the rag on? Your period...?" His face was flushed as he touched on the subject of a girl's hygienics.
Helen laughed. I faked it to fool Paul."
"Why?"
Helen shrugged. "Carol's idea. She and Paul have been having an argument. She decided to teach him a lesson." "About swapping?"
Carol interrupted. "It's a personal feud between me and Paul. Helen went along with it. Stop bugging her about it. You want to stay and watch, or don't you?"
"I'll stay. I'll stay," Brad grinned. "But since you're not that way Helen, I'll go get Paul. The four of us'll have a ball!" He headed for the door.
"Hold it!" Carol stayed him. She frowned. "Un-uhn. Let him sleep."
"But it'll be more fun. The four of us. That's what it's all about, isn't it?"
"Paul's out this time. I'm not about to change my mind."
"But. . . ?" Brad's loyally was divided between his buddy in the other room and wanting to stay with the lovelies in this room.
"You go wake up Paul and I'll ignore you for the rest of the night," threatened Carol, firmly.
"Yeah, and I'll get dressed, get me a cab and go home like you told me to do before!" Helen said.
"So make up your mind, Brad. Stay here with us, or go wake Paul up and break up the session for the night." Carol eyed him.
Brad deliberated for about three seconds. "Paul needs his sleep," he decided. "He looks kinds peeked lately." He sat on the edge of the bed. "What're we waiting for, girls? Carry on."
Encouraged and cheered on by their one man audience, Carol and Helen quickly resumed the action where it had been interrupted.
Both girls had cooled off considerably in the interim. This necessitated their going through the whole routine again. Carol assumed her position atop her lover and dipped her tongue into the cooled-off hot box. At the same time, the gorgeous blonde drew Carol's lukewarm honey pot to her lips and began sucking.
The fires of passion had ebbed, but not cooled completely. Both girls heated up quickly and before long, what with adroit maneuvering of lips, fingers, tongue and mouth, they soon had the fires of passion stroked to a heated pitch. They squirmed, rolled about and thrashed on the bed, building to a tremendous climax.
Carol was the first to go. She cried out, lifted her hips and zoomed off into an outer space of ecstasy. The orgasm shook her deeply and she moaned and crooned with pleasure as she unloaded her juices into Helen's mouth.
Helen, not to be outdone, came at almost the same time.
Both girls had become so expert, they could now gauge their climaxes and control their streams. Hot, molten love lava flowed into one lovely mouth, then the other; from one lovely cunt, then the other.
Carol lay back on the bed, puffing from the exertion and drooling at the mouth from the overflow of hot juices. Suddenly she felt a hot rod enter her pussy.
Brad had pushed his wife roughly aside, aimed his dick at the cunt she'd been licking and had rammed it home. "Get outta my way, bitch, while I fuck your friend!" His words, while not chosen with tact, plainly indicated his desires.
Helen, a gracious host, bowed to the inevitable. She moved aside, allowing her husband to get between Carol's legs and ram his big prick into her. Helen was an understanding girl. She knew that, at this moment, nothing would satisfy Carol so much as a big cock. She had warmed her friend up and had made her come, but now she was about to get the frosting on the cake. Helen had but one regret when she saw her husband's prick sliding into Carol's cunt. She kind of wished her friend hadn't been so hard-hearted about Paul. She would've enjoyed the feel of his cock in her now!
Carol eyed Helen, a questioning look in her eyes. "Can I?" she whispered.
"Be my guest," Helen replied generously. "Have fun. I'll be back. I gotta go potty." She hopped from the bed, leaving the field of battle to the two lovers.
Carol smiled up at Brad. A man! As much as she'd enjoyed her session with Helen, she knew that nothing would replace a man. Already his big instrument was pounding away, stretching her insides, rubbing against the clitty button of love, forcing her to new heights of passion.
Brad grinned down at her. He thrust in deeply for a starter. "Like that?"
"Love it!" Carol thrust upward, bouncing her ass under him.
Lunge! Harder, into her and up high. Thrust. Probe. Withdraw. Forward again. Harder. Deeper. Carol squirmed and thrashed about under his weight. She lifted him up and let him sink back heavily on her body. She loved the feel of his maleness pressing hard against her titties, pounding them and crushing them. The combined lust of their heat drove them together in a wild, lurching search for release.
"Ooooh ... Aaaa ... Brad! You're so big! Aaaah ... Ooooh ... Sock it to me ...! " She screamed and moaned her acceptance. "Now, Brad! Now...."
"Now!" he yelled, thrashing around on top like a man possessed by demons of lust. He stabbed her with his thunderous cock. Deeper, deeper. "Now...."
The floodgates opened. Hot, love lava flowed freely. His and hers, intermingled. Locked in each other's embrace, holding tightly to each other, kissing, hugging, squirming, shooting juices, they fought each other for more love, more of each other, more togetherness.
It was a mad moment of lust unchained. Two lovers were deeply locked in each other's arms, not wanting to break the spell. They couldn't control their bodies as they shook and twisted in great spasms of mutual orgasm.
Moments passed and the hot lava flowed to a stop. Their hearts stopped pounding and settled down to a normal pace. The lust subsided, and their lips broke contact. Two bodies eased apart and two people lay side by side, hands still held tightly. Eyes looked into eyes, smiling approval and acknowledging a job well done. Two perfectly mated people had culminated a perfect intercourse.
A look of complete understanding passed between the two lovers. Carol crinkled her nose at Brad and smiled.
Brad pursed his lips in a kiss-like gesture and smiled back. "Thanks," he whispered. "It's the best I've had in a long time."
A note of discord entered the idyllic scene. A voice, containing a measure of resentment, said, "So, it's the best you've had in a long time! I like that!" Helen was seated on the bed beside him, and the look in her face belied her words. "You mean I don't satisfy you anymore?"
Brad flushed. He had meant his remark to Carol as a compliment. He hadn't figured on starting a war. "I mean since the last time I had you, hon!" He drew his wife to him and planted a kiss on her lips. "It was just a figure of speech. You know you're the best little fucker in the whole world!"
Helen was unconvinced. "Prove it!"