Chapter 2
"Do I have something to tell you!" June said in a soft but emphatic tone as she moved up behind a tall, slender brunette in the executives' outer office.
"Yeah? What is it?" Lila Trent asked.
"Not here. Are you booked up for coffee?"
"No."
"Then drop over when you're ready. Well go out together."
"Hey, give me an inkling," Lila requested confidentially. "Who's it about?"
"I don't dare say a word in here," June maintained. "It's that hot."
"I can hardly wait."
"Drop over."
She watched June switch her trim hips as she returned to her private office, adjoining Brower's. She thought the cute blonde moved with a special zest this morning. She's just gotten a screwing from Brower, the brunette speculated to herself.
June waited until the two of them occupied a secluded booth in a coffee shop down the street before she divulged her hot secret. She leaned forward, across the table, and said in a low, conspiratorial tone, "Guess who was in Brower's office this morning, when I walked in on them ... and guess what they were doing?"
"I saw a well-dressed broad going in, but I didn't know who she was."
June paused for the maximum effect, then pronounced the name slowly and distinctly, "Mrs. Lyle Peterson."
"Oooh. Well, what happened?"
"I rapped on the door as soon as I had the mail ready. I didn't hear anything, so I opened the door and walked in. Baby, you'll never believe what was happening."
"Tell me," said Lila anxiously. "I'll believe!"
"Mrs. Peterson was in a chair. Brower was standing in front of her with his pants open and .. ."June paused, and her face reddened slightly.
"No!"
"I swear," June said. She leaned closer and said very softly, "She was blowing Brower's dong." Lila gaped.
"Now, don't tell a soul," June cautioned. "Brower made me promise not to tell... but I had to pass it on to you. If it ever gets out, hell know where it came from."
"What did you do?" Lila asked. "I'll bet you got outa there in a hurry."
"Did I!" June lied. "I almost dropped the damn mail all over the floor."
Lila laughed. "God! That's the wildest thing I ever heard."
"What'll you bet it got Peterson his job back?" "So you think that's what his wife was after, hmmm?" "What do you think?" The girls nodded wisely to each other.
Lila could hardly wait until she got back to the office to pass the word along. She wasn't as circumspect as June; she blabbed it right in the executive anteroom.
By lunch time it had spread like wildfire through the entire executive suite and had begun to infiltrate the floor below, where the junior executives had their offices.
Don Waverly was one of these. His title was Coordinator of Civilian Sales. Until yesterday, Lyle, who had been in charge of sales to the government, was his principal rival for managership of the entire sales department and an automatic vice-presidency. This position was due to be vacated within the next few months. With Lyle's rumored dismissal, it now appeared that Don had an open field for the big promotion.
When Nancy Jackson, Don's secretary, heard about the shocking event that had occurred that morning in Brower's office, she immediately rushed in to tell her boss.
Don was in a highly jovial mood, savoring what he believed to be his good fortune. He was a large, pleasant man with dark hair, blue eyes, and a incessent yen for brown-haired, curvaceous Nancy.
"Come here, baby," he said. "Papa wants a conference."
"Not now!" Nancy declared urgently. She circled his desk, so as to get close to him when she whispered the hot news she'd just heard.
He spread his hand over her springy butt.
"Will you stop that! she said. "Listen!"
He let his hand fall away. "What's got you all uptight?"
"Something I heard from one of the other girls. Maybe you won't believe it, but this is the word that's going around. It seems Lyle's wife was in Brower's office this' morning, and when June accidentally walked in on them she was - are you ready for this? - giving Brower a blow job."
"WHAAAT?"
"I'm not kidding. She was sucking the old boy's prick!" "Oh Jesus, Nancy, somebody's putting you on."
"No! The word's all over the office. Watch now - Lyle will be back at his desk in the morning."
"Son of a bitch!" Don said.
"You can say that for me, too. I was counting on being the Sales Manager's secretary."
"Well, don't count me out yet."
"Oh no? How can you compete with Lyle when he's got his wife giving head to the boss? Could you get Jennifer to do that?" "Shit!"
"Yeah. Well, I'd better get back to my desk."
"Wait a minute." He reached out and grasped her hand.
Don was an irrepressible sort. He could never stay "down" for long.
He pulled Nancy over, next to his chair, and began to pet her ass through her clingy skirt. He grinned up at her. The grin was infectious, and so was his caress.
Nancy smiled down at him warmly. "You mean, you can still think of sex?"
"Baby, I can always think of sex! Sit down on daddy's lap, hmmm?"
"You crazy stud," she murmured as she complied. Their mouths merged.
As his tongue slid into her mouth and searched about, his hand moved upward, between her legs. Nancy's thighs parted. He slid his hand all the way up her pantyhose, into her warm, soft crotch. He fingered her pussy through the snug, sheer nylon.
"Oooh, Don!" she exclaimed, as soon as the hot kiss ended. "I turn to butter when you treat me like that."
"Don't I know it," he murmured. "I've got the hottest secretary in the whole, fuckin' company."
"And I've got the hottest, fuckin' boss," she said, being deliberately lewd.
"Let's put the couch to work."
"Yesss."
"But we won't be as careless as Brower. Lock the door first"
She flashed him another smile, then got up and wiggled her trim butt to the door. He stood and rounded his desk. Standing in the center of the office, he began to take his clothes off.
Nancy stripped as she stood a few paces in front of him. Off came her blouse, exposing her firm, shapely tits. She never wore a bra. Down went her skirt, leaving her in nothing but sleek pantyhose and shoes. She kicked the shoes off, then whisked the undergarment down. Her cunt bore a cute, fluffy blanket of rich, brown curls.
She lay on the couch and awaited her boss, who approached her with his prick half-erect. He knelt beside the couch and ran his thick hands over the hills and valleys of her body. Her tits shivered as he rubbed them, and her rosy nipples stuck up harder - like miniature pricks.
He bent his head and began to kiss her points of interest. He sucked at each nipple in turn, his hand sliding down her belly and into her silken bush. She writhed luxuriantly, like a petted pussycat, and opened her thighs wide to his caress. He stroked and fondled the velvety lips of her twat. They quickly became moist, and the inner ones congested with blood, causing them to push outward, opening the way into her secret depths.
Her hand dropped to his pecker, which was now straining eagerly. She caressed the bald knob, rubbing its tip in her palm, tickling the ridge with her fingers.
"Put it into me," she purred, with a passionate huskiness that told him she was really turned on. He was ready. He climbed atop her. He wrapped her in his strong arms and settled his hips between her upraised, parted thighs. His strong cock opened the portal of her cunt and slid into its warm, molten depths. She sighed with pleasure.
As he began to stir her with his rod, she moved her box around it. Soon their hips were pumping merrily. "Oooh, Don, what a prick!" she said. "I love it!" Her fingernails dug into his thick shoulders. As he fucked her with increasing intensity, her teeth found his flesh. His cock stroked hotly in her gyrating cunt. She moaned against his body and bit harder.
They surged to a tumultuous, mutual climax that had her whining with joy as he growled and spewed his warm sperm into her. She kept quivering and bumping spastically, until after his ejaculation was completed. Then she relaxed.
"Good?" he asked, and gave her a quick kiss on her panting mouth.
"Mister, you can screw me any time," she said.
He knew that.
Elizabeth left her home that afternoon and drove aimlessly for a while, mulling over the unhappy condition of her life.
She'd lost all respect for Lyle, and he didn't satisfy her any longer as a mate, but she had her home and children to think about. She'd lowered herself to a shocking degree in an effort to protect them.
What she'd done with Lyle's boss was bad enough, but to make matters even worse, she'd been seen doing it. She wondered if that secretary of his could be trusted.
Probably so, she decided, since the girl had gotten in on the fun and games herself.
Elizabeth had a strangely mixed feeling about that part of the incident. It had been gratifying in a peculiar way to bring such pleasure to another female. Yes, and the act had excited Elizabeth, even though it had come right after her release with Brower.
She wondered if the girl she'd sucked off had ever been treated that way before. Would she want it again? What's it like to be on the receiving end of such treatment, anyway? Elizabeth had no idea. But she was curious.
She finally stopped at a bar. She needed a drink to calm her down, and she wanted some more time to herself.
The place was cool and quiet. She walked to the back and took a secluded booth. A girl came over, and Elizabeth gave her order. She lit a cigarette.
That business with the secretary in Brower's office had really gotten to her. She couldn't quit thinking about it-She glanced around the cocktail lounge. It was nearly deserted at this hour. In a booth across the way was a woman seated alone. She was a well-dressed blonde, about
Elizabeth's age - a year or so under thirty.
Without consciously realizing she was doing so, Elizabeth kept watching her. After a few moments, the woman glanced her way. Their eyes met. The other woman smiled.
A strange sensation slithered along Elizabeth's spine, and she averted her eyes. She felt warmth come into her cheeks.
The waitress brought her drink. She paid for it and took a large sip. She noted that her hand was trembling a little as she put the glass down.
She tried to keep from looking at the other booth. She succeeded for a time, but finally she became so uneasy that she had to glance that way.
The blonde was watching her. She smiled again. This time Elizabeth smiled back. Her cheeks felt hotter, and in her crotch there began the warm, tickling sensation she used to get before having sex with Lyle.
Good Lord! she thought. What's happening to me?
The blonde got up and crossed to her booth.
"Hi," she said in a throaty voice. "Want company?"
"Well, I..."
The woman sat down opposite her. She'd brought her drink. She sipped it as she watched Elizabeth with a hint of amusement on her pretty face.
"Do I know you?" Elizabeth asked, forcing a flustered smile. "I was thinking, when I saw you over there, that I knew you from some place, but I couldn't..."
The lie petered out before the other woman's gentle, knowing smile.
"I have an afternoon to kill," the blonde said. "How about you?"
"Well, I really should be getting home. I mean ..."
"It's up to you, of course," the blonde said, and kissed the rim of her glass. She kept watching Elizabeth.
She's a Lesbian - no doubt about that, Elizabeth thought. And I must have communicated something to her when our eyes met.
It was uncanny that, within hours after her first Lesbian experience, she should go out and encounter another Lez. Was the world that full of them? She'd never had one approach her before.
"What do you say?" the blonde asked gently.
"I... I don't quite understand," Elizabeth said.
The other woman laughed in the silken, throaty way she had. "Come on now, baby. Let's not kid each other. My place is right near here. Well have the house to ourselves. I can give you what you want"
A strong tremor passed through Elizabeth. Give me what I want. That meant the other woman would be the aggressor, as Elizabeth had been forced to be the aggressor with Brower's secretary.
Elizabeth would find out what it was like to receive, as well as to give.
"Well?" the blonde asked. "Make up your mind."
Elizabeth's voice sounded strange to her own ears as she murmured, "All right"
She was so uptight she could hardly carry on an intelligent conversation as they rode to the other woman's home in her car - a dark, sleek Oldsmobile. Her name was
Lynn Thomas, she said.
Elizabeth introduced herself. "Do they call you Liz?" Lynn asked. "My husband does, but I don't care for it."
"I see. You prefer Betty?"
"No. Oh, it's all right I don't really care." Her nerves were running riot.
"Elizabeth, then. How long have you been married?"
"Eight years."
"I've been married six. It's a drag, isn't it?" "Sometimes."
"You're very pretty, Elizabeth. I noticed you as soon as you walked into the bar, and I told myself, Id like to make love to her. Of course, I had no idea whether or not you'd be interested."
Elizabeth looked at her. "What...made you decide...I would be?"
"The way you looked at me, of course." She smiled. "I have the feeling, though, that you're not too experienced at this sort of thing."
"Are you?"
"Goodness, yes. I've been a Switch hitter since college."
"Does your husband know? "
She laughed gently. "What do you think?"
"Do you .. . often go to that bar? Elizabeth asked. She was curious to know whether she'd walked into a Lesbian hangout without realizing it.
"It's handy," Lynn said. "But I go to others, also. I don't dig dykes, so I stay away from the obvious places. You're my kind of pickup." She reached across and placed her hand on Elizabeth's knee.
A jolt of sweet excitement coursed through her. She'd never reacted more strongly ... even to the touch of a man.
God, am I really strange underneath? Is that why I've had trouble responding to Lyle lately? No, that didn't hold water, because she'd responded to Brower when he'd screwed her.
Lynn lived in an attractive, ranch-style home that looked very much like hers. The neighborhood was comparable. They drove into the driveway and parked.
Elizabeth got out of the car on shaky legs. She walked with Lynn to the door. Lynn took a key out of her purse and unlocked. The house seemed deserted.
"Want another drink? " Lynn offered.
"No. No, thanks."
Elizabeth was more anxious to get to the main even than she cared to admit.
"Let's go to the bedroom then," Lynn suggested smoothly.
Everything was neat as the proverbial pin. Elizabeth couldn't help but admire the other woman's housekeeping.
"Why don't you slip out of your dress," Lynn asked?
A wave of panic struck Elizabeth at the last moment. She didn't want this to happen. She really didn't.
(OH, DIDN'T SHE?)
With trembling fingers, she opened the fasteners of her dress. Lynn casually removed her own belt, then opened her dress. Both women took their dresses off.
Elizabeth caught a glimpse of herself in the wall mirror, next to the bed.
God, this was shocking! In a way, it was more shocking than what had happened this morning, because this was entirely of her own doing. She'd invited Lynn's attentions, though she hadn't been aware of it at the time. When she realized what was happening, she could easily have backed out. But here she was, preparing to go to bed with another woman, in the middle of the afternoon.
Thank goodness she'd washed thoroughly after the unpleasant interlude with Lyle.
Wearing her half-slip and bra, she lay down on the bed. Lynn wore only dark, bikini briefs. Her small tits quivered, their pink nipples extended.
Lynn glanced at herself in the mirror, and it seemed to Elizabeth that she smiled. That was strange. But Elizabeth promptly forgot about it as soon as the other woman joined her on the bed.
On the other side of the two-way glass, Lynn's husband sat in a chair, facing what appeared to be an ordinary window. He leaned forward intently and watched the fascinating spectacle begin to unfold on the bed.
As Elizabeth had anticipated, Lynn immediately assumed the aggressive, or "masculine", role. However, her approach was altogether different from a man's. She was more gentle, her hands moving over Elizabeth's body with a feather-light touch. Her lips, against Elizabeth's mouth, weren't like a man's lips at all. They were seeking - even demanding - but in a softer, more ..subtle way. There was none of the harsh forcefulness that men displayed when they were aroused.
Lynn's lips worked Elizabeth's lips apart, and Lynn's tongue slithered into her partner's mouth. Elizabeth's arms encircled the back of the woman who leaned over her. She returned Lynn's kiss. She pulled one foot toward her hips, and this elevated her knee. Her skimpy slip slid up her thigh.
The man in the other room gazed at the bare, creamy tops of her thighs, where white garter straps maintained a grip on her tightly drawn stockings. He became more excited. His cock was rock-hard in his pants.
Elizabeth writhed more, and the crotch of her white, nylon panties was exposed. Fred Thomas grinned as he gazed at the stimulating sight.
As Lynn kept kissing Elizabeth - now very lightly, just flickering her tongue against Elizabeth's lips and sliding it back and forth against them - she slid her hand down her partner's gently squirming body, across the soft rumple of her slip and onto the sleek front of her panties. Lynn's husband watched lecherously as his wife caressed the other woman's belly through those snow white briefs.
Gradually the caress delved into Elizabeth's crotch. The novice widened the spread of her thighs as Lynn's knowing fingers worked up and down on the narrow strip of nylon that covered the burning cunt.
"Get inside," Elizabeth heard herself plead. "Touch me there."
Obligingly, Lynn lifted one of the crotch elastics and slid her soft, gentle fingers onto the hot lips of Elizabeth's pussy. She rubbed the labia up and down. She pinched and wiggled them. Gradually, she let her middle finger delve between them. She stroked up and down Elizabeth's fleshy furrow. Another finger joined the first. They rubbed Elizabeth's clit and stimulated die sensitive nerve ends at the mouth of her vagina.
She felt as if she were about to go up in smoke. She wriggled her ass against the bed. She wanted to be completely naked. She wanted Lynn to lie atop her, so they could grind their pussies together. She wanted to feel Lynn's tits pressing hers. And then she wanted ...
"Roll over, baby," Lynn murmured.
Elizabeth turned onto her belly.
Fred gazed lustfully at her billowing ass, with the white silken briefs stretched around it. He watched his wife's hand move over that ass, gently rubbing and rolling the pliant curves.
Then Lynn caught the elastic at Elizabeth's waist and stretched it downward, gradually denuding her white, smooth buttocks. She pulled Elizabeth's pants all the way down and tossed them aside. She parted Elizabeth's legs slightly, so Fred could view the pretty woman's hairy twat.
Lynn bent and began to browse over the quivering, soft-firm buttocks. She licked, sucked and nibbled at the resilient flesh. Elizabeth moaned and wriggled her bare belly and cunt against the bed. This caused her fresh, delightful ass to vibrate against Lynn's face.
The tatter's fingers worked over her bare thighs, above the tops of her stockings, while Lynn's tongue struck moistly at the crack between her buns. Lynn licked deeper into that crack, sliding her tongue up and down.
Elizabeth moaned harshly, and her ass bumped against her lover's face. Lynn's hands settled in her soft, hairy crotch and rubbed the pussy up and down as she licked Elizabeth's spasming, tingling asshole.
Fred opened the front of his pants and let out his long, thick rod. He slid the hood back from its gleaming, rosy head and began to tickle the knob with his fingertips as he grinned weirdly and watched his wife make shocking love to the other woman.
Elizabeth had never had her ass licked before, and there were no words to describe her intense stimulation. She wanted all her clothes off. Oh, why didn't Lynn hurry up and finish stripping her?
As if by telepathy, Lynn perceived her own neglect and moved immediately to rectify it. Her flitting fingers opened Elizabeth's garters and brushed the stockings down. She opened the garter belt at Elizabeth's waist and took it off. She unsnapped Elizabeth's bra and drew her half-slip down and off.
She rolled the other woman over. Lynn plucked the loose brassiere away. Elizabeth's titties stood up, roundly appealing, with their medium-wide crests and stubby nipples.
Fred gazed through the glass at her exposed pussy. Its slick, inner lips protruded slightly from between the outer ones. He slowly worked the foreskin of his cock against his burning cockhead as he gazed at the delightful sight.
Lynn bent and kissed Elizabeth's tits. Her hand worked up and down Elizabeth's cunt, the fingers plucking at the edges of the pussy lips. Her mouth at Elizabeth's nipples was so different from a man's, licking and sucking very gently, swabbing the knurls of erectile tissue with a feather touch.
Elizabeth reached up and took hold of Lynn's small boobies. She fondled them and rubbed their erect nipples. This was such a strange sensation, feeling another woman's tits in her hands. But it was good. Exciting.
Everything that happened on that bed was exciting, r There was no sense of shame or repulsion attached to it - probably because she and Lynn were completely alone, or so Elizabeth thought
If she had known about Fred, she would have frozen, but as it was, she felt gloriously free.
She drew Lynn against her and slid her fingers under the top elastic of the latter's bikini briefs. She skinned the briefs down. Lynn worked her legs to get the panties off.
She spread-eagled herself atop Elizabeth and, for the first time, they were cunt-to-cunt This was another new and strange sensation to Elizabeth - she felt pubic hair grinding into hers, the way it did when a man screwed her, but there was no penis plunging into her cunt. She and her lover were just mound-to-mound, hair-to-hair.
Then Lynn settled back a little. "Raise your pussy," she told Elizabeth gently.
Elizabeth responded . . . and her cunt lips touched Lynn's, moisdy.
"Ooooh!" Elizabeth said. "That's wild!" "You never did this before?" Lynn asked, grinding her hips.
"No . . . not like this . . . ooooh, baby, doooo it! Wowww!"
"Let's change our positions a little," Lynn said in a moment. "Let me get one leg between yours." They moved. "That's it. Now III turn a little this way ..."
"Ooooh, that's even better!" Elizabeth exclaimed passionately. "Move your cunt! Ooh, baby! Lover! Screw me .. . screw me!"
Lynn chuckled as she moved her pelvis against Elizabeth's rocking, rotating twat "Women don't screw each other, silly. This is a vacation from fucking. That's what's so good about it We get all the sensations without being penetrated by some nasty "prick."
The way Elizabeth felt right then, pricks were indeed nasty. There was nothing like a soft, wet cunt grinding and bumping against hers. It was heaven!
She gripped Lynn's titties and tried to stretch one of diem down to one of hers, but, at Lynn's present angle atop her, this was impossible. Lynn perceived what she wanted and slid both her legs between Elizabeth's, straightening her body at the same time. Now their tits could touch. She leaned forward. Elizabeth guided Lynn's breasts until both women's nipples were in contact. The cute little knurls of flesh bent and rubbed each other, and the sensation was delightful. Breast pressed warmly against breast.
Elizabeth hugged Lynn, and suddenly the former had an urge to be on top. She began to turn the lighter woman. Lynn went along with it, and they rolled over, with Elizabeth ending up on top, her thighs spread above Lynn's lovely loins, her tits dangling above Lynn's, and the other woman wrapping her hands around them. She kneaded them deftly, without applying the hard, squeezing pressure that men often employed.
"Mmmmm!" said Elizabeth, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. "That's wonderful!"
"You have beautiful titties," Lynn said. "May I suck one in this position?"
"Oooh, yesss! Suck it! I'd love to have you suck my tits."
Elizabeth moved slightly, and Lynn guided a breast to her mouth. Holding the tit in her hand, she wiggled its erect, tingling nipple against the other's parted lips. She took quick, moist sucks, swabbing the sensitive bud with her slightly abrasive tongue.
Fred gazed at the open crotches of the two women - his wife's cute, little cunt that was fringed with golden hairs, and the other woman's, which was more meaty and bordered by curls that were a rich, dark brown. Love juice trickled along the folds of both pussies.
Clear lubricant seeped from the tip of Fred's pecker as he stroked it. His passion tightened toward the point of release, but he wanted to hold off until the women were snuggled into a sixty-nine, each with her head between the other's thighs, busily gobbling the sweetness from the other's twat.
They weren't far from that ultimate expression of passion. After Elizabeth had gotten both her tits sucked and licked by Lynn, and had ground her fuzzy mound against Lynn's, she rolled off and positioned herself on her back with her thighs parted invitingly.
Lynn quickly sat up and bent to the succulent feast which Elizabeth's pussy offered. The latter's spirit soared as she felt Lynn's soft, hungry lips take possession of her cunt, spreading the labia and suctioning tightly on her throbbing little hole.
"Oooh, God!" she cried, and gripped her own tits. She squeezed them as Lynn sucked on her twat
Lynn's tongue dipped into the pot of honey and lapped up its warm, sticky sweetness. Elizabeth moaned and writhed, pressing her pussy against Lynn's mouth.
Fred, watching this, stroked his big dick faster. There was a newspaper spread on the floor in front of his chair, ready to receive his spurting semen when he was ready to let it go. But he hadn't quite reached that point yet It was thrilling to watch his wife give that other babe a blow job, but the greatest kick would come when the brunette went down on Lynn ... because, in sucking Lynn's cunt, she'd be pressing her mouth and fluttering her tongue where Fred stroked his dick, when there wasn't something more exciting at hand. Fred did it all, but when he had his druthers, he preferred just to watch and jerk off - especially when he had something as exciting as this to look at
It was even better when the lovers could watch him while he watched them. Perhaps he would be able to experience that kick the next time Lynn entertained this passionate, brunette broad.
But for now .. .
He stroked and jerked his prick rhythmmmically, really beating his meat, as he watched his wife's mouth slide and suck against the red, open wound of the other woman's cunt Because of the way she'd positioned her head, and because of the extremely open position of Elizabeth's thighs, he could even watch Lynn's tongue flutter in the pussy, when his wife raised her mouth a little.
Now Lynn swabbed her tongue up and down the meaty, sopping gash, lapping across Elizabeth's tingling clit.
"Ooooh!" Elizabeth cried. "That's too much! I can't stand it!"
The time was right, Lynn decided, for her to swing atop the other woman, upside down, and give Elizabeth the chance to eat some honey, too. Lynn moved quickly, spreading her thighs above Elizabeth's face. The latter hungrily grasped Lynn's ass and pulled her down so that her wet pussy smacked against Elizabeth's mouth.
She tongued and sucked at the juicy cunt while her own cunt was ravished by Lynn. Both women's back were arched. Lynn's fingers sank into the pliant flesh of Elizabeth's upper thighs. Elizabeth squeezed Lynn's bottom. They moaned and blubbered into each other's palpitating pussy flesh.
Fred stroked his cock harder and faster. His mouth lolled open, his tongue projecting and fluttering.
As die women surged to a bucking, creaming climax, Fred's lust erupted. His balls spit forth the large amount of sperm they'd built up, and it leaped from the end of his twitching pecker. The looping spurts splatted on the paper he'd spread in front of him. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and enjoyed the throbs of intense pleasure that rocketed through him as he held his hot prick in his fist, squeezing the corona rhythmmmically to extract from his loins the last drops of passion.
Elizabeth and Lynn slid away from each other, both blissfully sated. Elizabeth's brain continued to cartwheel lazily. It had been a magnificent come.
So this was Lez love!
It was very much an open question in Elizabeth's mind right now as to which she enjoyed more - this type of tender caressing and kissing to a climax, or a vigorous, long-sustained fucking by a well-endowed male. Both had a lot to be said for them.
Indeed, it had been quite a day for her. Had she known she was being observed, in all her naked glory, by a masturbating male - Lynn's husband, no less - while she and Lynn pleasured each other girly style, the impact of the day would have been even greater. But even as it was, a lot had happened, and she had a lot to mull over in the hours and days that lay ahead.
At least, she didn't have to worry about Lyle's job, she believed. Whatever else one might say about Cyrus Brower, he was known as a man of his word.
Now if only that secretary of his wouldn't talk ...
Perhaps, Elizabeth mused, she should phone the girl and see what her attitude was - concerning that matter and something else, as well. Lynn had been a delightful love partner, but a person was foolish to have only one string for her bow. And Brower's secretary, was so deliciously young!
Elizabeth was already beginning to think like a long-time Lez. Now all she had to do was fall in love with some girl.
She smiled to herself. No. That could never happen.
But as late as yesterday, she would have said she couldn't make the Lesbian scene at all. Things happen, and people change. Sometimes people surprise even themselves.