Chapter 5
The evening before, Ginger had raced her Fiat Spicier into town, heading directly for Jackie's apartment house.
She let herself into the apartment, and found it deserted. Jackie had moved out.
So the slut was afraid and running. Well she might!
Where to find her? There were places where people of her kind gathered. Ginger didn't like to go into the gay bars, but she'd done it when she was on the prowl. That's where she'd found Jackie.
She decided to prowl again tonight. Her motive, at first, was merely to find the girl who'd screwed up her life. But matters don't always work out according to plan. Sometimes one looks for one thing and finds something else."
Something else indeed!
"Mmm ... oh, honey ... you have the cutest tits."
"Do you like them?"
"They're perfect."
"Suck them for me, will you?"
"With pleasure."
Ginger lay back against the pillow and enjoyed the voluptuous sensations which the exotic Chinese girl imparted. Chang Yen was her name. She had cool, almond eyes, a soft saffron complexion, and the most beautiful long, black hair that Ginger had ever seen. Add to this a lithe, slender figure which was the personification of girlish grace, and you have the most exotically delightful creature Ginger had ever met.
What was more, she seemed to appreciate Ginger fully as much as Ginger appreciated her. She was an artist. (Her apartment was filled with surrealist paintings which were boldly colorful.) Ginger had worked as a clothes designer before she was married and still dabbled in painting, when the spirit moved her. So they shared a common interest in art.
But their principal interest in common was acted out upon Chang Yen's wide, luxurious bed. Yen had carefully removed Ginger's clothes, except for her clingy, black bikini briefs, and was now paying delicate homage to her female charms, point by point.
The points on which she was concentrating at the moment were the turgid, up-thrusting tips of Ginger's titties.
Ginger purred like a pampered pussycat and writhed gently against the bed as Yen licked from nipple to nipple, surrounding each little flesh-dart with her sliding, flickering tongue, then taking the nipple up into her mouth and sucking on it gently as she continued to tongue it.
She stroked Ginger's belly. Her long fingernails scratched Ginger's flesh just firmly enough to stimulate every nerve ending beneath her silken skin. Her hand moved down to Ginger's thigh, and her loving mouth slid to Ginger's tummy.
The fire in Ginger's flesh burned hotter and hotter. Her cunt oozed warm honey. How she wanted Yen Chang to get down there and lap it up!
How she wanted to lap Yen's cunt, also. This was going to be a mutual affair tonight, in every sense of the word.
She had forgotten Jackie for the moment. (Was it any wonder?) Anyway, it would be easier to find that little bitch later, after she'd let her guard down. Right now Ginger had more important things to think about:
Yen's delightful tongue and lips; her long, exotic nails; her tumbling, caressing long black hair; her tits; her pussy. Everything about her.
But for the moment, Yen remained fully clothed. She wore a colorful Chinese gown with a slit skirt and long, dark stockings. She was the active, aggressive one. Ginger usually managed it so that her partner took the initiative, whether the partner was a bulldyke or not. She shunned women who were masculine in appearance and manner, but not all bulldykes were like that. By the same token, switch-hitters like herself could be made more aggressive by the way they were treated. She didn't care for the so-called femmes, who alternately simpered and whined; they aggravated her. She liked real women, and the exotic creature who made love to her tonight fitted into that category perfectly.
Yen hooked her long-nailed fingers around the elastic band at the top of Ginger's bikini pants and slowly drew the garment down. Ginger glowed inwardly as her most intimate charms were exposed to her new lover's view. Yen left her panties at mid-thigh for a moment and slid her lean, tapering fingers down over Ginger's pelt, along her oozing cunt lips.
"Oooh, you're so ready!" Yen exclaimed, smiling happily.
"I want you."
"What do you want, darling?" she asked as she continued to caress her pussy. "Tell me."
"I want you to kiss it."
"Kiss what? Tell me. Tell me."
"I want you to kiss my cunt, sweetheart."
"Oooh, yes. Tell me more," she directed, as she slid Ginger's panties completely off.
"I want you to lick it and suck it. I want you to eat me."
"And what will you do?" Yen asked her, as she carefully arranged Ginger's legs.
"I'll eat you. I'll suck your lovely pussy. Please take your clothes off now, so I can see it."
Yen sat up and tossed her head, causing her long, black hair to whip over her shoulder. She gazed down at the naked, red-haired woman.
"Do you want to undress me?" Yen asked.
"You do it," Ginger said. "Let me just watch."
The Chinese-American shrugged and gracefully stood up. She opened the several snaps on her gown and drew it upward on her body.
What a body it was! So sleek and svelte, with such a warm, golden tone, as smooth as rich cream. She wore dark panty hose and a mere wisp of a bra which was black and lacy.
She shrugged the bra away, liberating her cute tits. They had small, brown nipples. She bent and stripped down her panty hose. Her pubic hair was a tiny tuft of black.
"Lovely...!" Ginger murmured.
Yen smiled in the delightful half-warm, half-aloof way she had. She lifted her long hair back over her shoulders, and returned to the bed, kneeling between Ginger's steepled, widespread knees.
She gazed at the succulent rosiness of Ginger's cunt.
As she bent forward, her hair tumbled against Ginger's thighs. Her warm breath touched Ginger's moist pussy. Yen came closer. Suddenly she struck, parting the cunt with her thumbs just before her mouth sank into it. Her tongue penetrated deep into the quivering, yearning crevice.
"Oooooh!" Ginger wailed, and she began to grind her wet, soft pussy around the fluttering tongue, against the pressing, sucking lips of the other girl.
Yen twisted and turned, boring in harder. She drew honey from the flowing quim and swallowed it. Her tongue lapped like a cat's at a dish of rich cream.
Her fingernails scratched up and down Ginger's body, over her titties, along her thighs, across her belly-up and down, up and down. Ginger bumped gently against the sucking mouth and moaned. The most wonderful thrills were slamming through her.
Yen stopped and sat up on her knees. "Do you like to go both ways at once?" she asked.
"Oh, yes! I want to. Hurry! I need your lovely cunt."
Yen wasted no time in turning so that Ginger could cuddle up to her pussy as she went at Ginger's. The two women ate each other ravenously as their thighs scissored next to each other's twisting, bobbing head. They stroked each other's titties. They grasped at each other's wiggling, quivering rump. They moaned into the warm softness of their lover's cunt.
Time crawled. Passion reigned. The world was a most complete and lovely place as they received and gave excitement in equal measure, the tongue of one inspiring the other to use her tongue even more fervently, and this in turn drawing greater passion from the first.
They rose together to a wonderful climax, heaving and clutching at each other as their come flowed into each other's mouth. They slid apart slowly.
Ginger spent most of the evening in the lovely young artist's pad, and, when it was time to leave, it was too late and Ginger was too tired to make any further effort to locate Jackie.
Tomorrow was another day.
It wouldn't hurt, in fact, to wait for several days-a week or so, even-before she got hold of Jackie. By then Mark would probably be thinking about returning to the fold, anyway. He would have had an opportunity to think everything over and to realize that a little Lesbian play wasn't any worse than heterosexual swapping. Also, he would have rediscovered the fact that a single man's existence wasn't all it was touted to be.
Ginger had made it possible for him to get all the sex excitement he wanted and still remain married to her, receiving the advantages that flowed from that, as well. It was a great deal. He would come to his senses and appreciate it. Then when she forced Jackie to "confess" she had lied before, the storm would be over, and the Hatchers' ship of matrimony would have clear sailing again.
It all fell neatly into place in her mind that evening. She always felt at her best, and had her most optimistic outlook on the world, right after she'd received a very good Lesbian loving. The one she'd gotten (and given) that night had been' one of the best of all time.
She drove home and settled down to a restful night's sleep, in spite of the unaccustomed silence and the loneliness of occupying the large bed alone.
When she awoke, she was shocked all over again by Mark's absence. Gradually she adjusted herself to the truth. After a shower and a cup of black coffee, she felt as if she could cope with the day.
Men didn't give her much pleasure sensually, but having a husband was important in her life. She wanted children. She wanted a secure, companionable future. All of that depended on a man. And the man she wanted was Mark.
She would have to get him back.
He sat at his desk disconsolately. Even Shirley's shapely, wiggling ass couldn't cheer him up. His life was in a muddle. The phone rang, and he reached to answer it. "Hatcher speaking."
"Oh, it is, hmm?" the honeyed female voice mocked playfully.
Who was it? Of course he knew. But as dull as he was this morning, he couldn't identify the caller.
He forced a chuckle. "I realize I should know who this is."
"You'd better," she said, and laughed with him. "Come on. Don't tease."
"It's Candy." He perked up.
"I saw you drive off last night," she went on. "You looked grim."
"I was."
"Trouble with Ginger?"
"Yes."
"I should say I'm sorry."
He was picking up on the conversation. He sat erect in his chair and felt a hundred per cent better. "Well, I'm waiting," he said.
"I'm not going to say it. I'm not sorry. I don't wish you any hell, Mark, but ... well, I've always been a little jealous of Ginger."
"But we had each other at the swap parties."
"That wasn't enough. I want you for myself. Aren't I shameful?"
"No. I appreciate your telling me. The truth is, I've always felt pretty much the same."
"Have you, Mark? Honestly?" Her voice turned husky and very warm.
"Yes." He seemed to have to go on and say, "How about having lunch with me today?"
"Oh, Mark, I'd love to!" She hesitated. "But do you think it's all right?"
"I think it would be wonderful! One o'clock. I'll meet you at Pepito's. Do you know where that is?"
"Yes. In the bar?"
"Fine."
His morning was twice as bright after that. He even slapped Shirley playfully on her bottom the next time she undulated past his desk.
She turned to him with a smile. "We have some unfinished business from yesterday," she said.
"Yes. And it's going to have to stay unfinished for a while. I have a heavy schedule this afternoon."
"Hmm!" was all she said, and she wiggled back to the outer office.
Shirley he could screw any time. But to have Candy all by himself, in a motel, would be a rare treat. That's where he hoped to take her that afternoon. This was the "heavy schedule" he'd just mentioned.
"Oh, I absolutely love it when you kiss and tongue me down there! Paul won't do that. He's so silly and narrow-minded. Spend a lot of time with me, Mark. You're such a wonderful lover!"
It was a sweet speech to hear, especially from such a beautiful woman. It caused Mark's ego to swell on a par with his pecker.
They were nearly naked on the motel bed. Candy wore tan, sleek stockings, held up by a pink garter belt. Mark wore his socks. He was lounging between her legs, gazing at the pussy which he was about to kiss.
Christ, it was a beautiful cunt!
There was just enough hair around it, and the hair was light enough to give an impression of delicacy. The little lips of the pussy didn't protrude; they were just visible now between the slightly-parted larger lips, and they were a nice, fresh tint of pink. A pearl of moisture appeared as Mark watched, and it slowly slid down the meaty labia.
He moved closer.
"Yesssss!" Candy hissed, and her hands fluttered about his head.
He stroked her pussy with the tips of his fingers. He manipulated the slick, soft lips and saw more moist pinkness-a deeper shade of rose, the farther in he looked. Her channel was open for him, inviting his tongue and prick.
He placed both hands underneath her soft, full thighs, at their very tops, and spread her pussy with his thumbs. This really opened her up; he could look way in. At the top of her inner gash, her little clitty stood out, rosy and tense with excitement.
"Oh, don't tease me!" Candy moaned. "Eat it! Get your mouth down there. Get your tongue in." She was nearly beside herself with lust. She didn't care what she said now.
He hoped she wouldn't care what she did after he had given her a damned good lapping. He hoped she would be so grateful that she would reciprocate in an oral way. Having her suck his cock would be a rare thrill. He had the feeling she'd never done that before with any man.
He closed in on the succulent, rosy twat, holding his mouth partly open. They touched, and Candy said something that sounded like, "Eeeeeeee!"
Mark pressed his lips into the moist, meaty folds. He tasted her and breathed in her fragrance. It was all just as it should be-clean, fresh and very female. He worked his lips and protruded his tongue. He sank the loving length of rigid flesh into her pussy channel.
"Ooooh!" she exclaimed.
He heard her dimly, as if from far away, but he felt her hands strongly as they tightened about his head. She obviously wanted to make sure he stayed right there and gave her all the mouth-loving she needed.
He had elected to give her a complete suck-off-to make her come that way-then stop, with his cock still hard and high. He didn't want to sink his pecker into her cunt until she'd had a chance to put her mouth around it, if she would.
He worked his tongue slowly and carefully in and out of her slick crevice. He felt her cunt quiver as he stroked its delicate surface. She bumped a little, also, but she restrained this urge sufficiently so that he didn't lose his possession of her honey hole. It rotated gently around him.
He licked and lapped and swallowed some of her rich, slippery juice. He enjoyed it. He burrowed in deeper and tongued her cunt even more ardently. She cooed, moaned, and sobbed with delight. She wasn't gripping his head any longer. She knew he was going to stay right with her and ride her hot, sopping pussy to a blissful come. Her hands fluttered over his head, through his thick, black hair, and to his ears, where they tickled the delicate surfaces.
She twisted excitedly against him, quivering and bumping a little. Her thighs kept brushing his cheeks-first one, then the other.
He stroked his tongue in and out of her cunt mouth, as if he were screwing her with his prick. But when she reached a certain level of excitement, which he correctly perceived, he withdrew his tongue from her slit altogether and'slid it upward across her clitty. He lapped at that little nub of flesh, pressed and rolled it. Finally he caught it between his lips and sucked gently as he wagged his tongue back and forth across its tip.
"Ooooh!" she cried loudly. "Don't stop! I'm coming! Don't stop! OOOOOOH!"
She hit it perfectly, blissfully, shaking and thrilling from her toes to her scalp. Her little clitty spasmed again and again. He kept his lips around it, sucking and tonguing all the time.
At last, the orgasm was over, and she lapsed motionless against the bed, sighing with deep satisfaction.
Mark raised his head and smiled at her.
"Oh, angel!" she purred. "Lover ... darling ... oh, I love you so much!"
She leaned forward and caught his head between her hands, drawing him forward for a warm, moist kiss on the mouth. The kiss was extremely moist, because his mouth still bore much of her cunt honey. She must have tasted it, but it didn't seem to bother her. She filled his mouth with her twisting tongue, and they clung together for a long while.
When they finally separated, she remained sitting. He was kneeling between her spread thighs. She glanced down and gave a little gasp when she saw how large and stiff his upthrust cock was.
"I almost forgot about you," she admitted. "You didn't come."
"No, I didn't. I almost got excited enough, but my prick has to have something around it, some friction."
"I love your prick!" she said with considerable feeling. She wrapped her delicate hand around the swollen knob.
He closed his eyes and tilted his head back.
"Do you like to have me handle it?" she asked.
"Of course." The words came out on a heavy, passionate breath.
"Would you like to have me do something else?"
He tensed more. "What?" he asked-not that he didn't know, but he wanted to hear her say it.
"Suck it," she said, and it was clear that she was getting excited again.
(That was one of the great things about tonguing a woman to a climax. She bounced back quickly. It wasn't like giving her a vigorous screwing, which drained the average woman of desire for a while.)
"I'd like to have you do it if you want to do it," he said carefully.
"I never have." She kept looking down at his cock and touching it with her fingertips.
He didn't say anything. It was difficult to keep from imploring her to go down, or even to grasp her blonde head and force it down on his up-standing dick. He kept his eyes closed and his head tilted back slightly.
"I believe I would like to try it," she said tentatively.
Shit, why didn't she just go ahead?
"How should we sit?" she asked, her voice quavering a little.
"If you really want to do it, let me stretch out on my back. You can bend over me."
"Is that the best way?"
"Yes."
She drew her knees back and to the side, making room for him to lie down. He noted that her eyes were worried. She was afraid she wasn't going to like it.
Well maybe she wouldn't. Some girls couldn't learn to suck cock to save their lives, just as some men couldn't stomach a woman's pussy-even the cleanest, when it belonged to a female they adored. On the other hand, there were girls (like Donna, last night) who sucked every cock they could get their hands on, and there were guys who didn't feel a sexual episode was complete unless they were able to tongue a cunt as well as frig it.
Mark would have bet that Candy would take to cocksucking, once she got over her first irrational fear. He hoped he was right, because he believed he would enjoy very much the feel of her sucking mouth on the head of his dick.
He lay down. His rigid prick slanted to the side. Candy got up on her knees, her taut titties swaying. They had just enough bounce to them-a beautiful set!
Her blonde hair curved down at either side of her face. She gazed at his passion-filled pecker.
"Don't do any more than you feel like," he said, wanting to make it as easy for her as possible. "Hold it up with your hand. Then just touch it with your tongue, at first, if you want."
She took it between her forefinger and thumb and held it straight up from his black bush.
"I'm glad it doesn't have skin all over it," she said.
"Like Paul's, hmm?"
"Yes." She kept looking at the cock.
He kept talking, to help build up her confidence. "A foreskin doesn't make much difference, if a man keeps himself clean. A penis with foreskin is more sensitive, they say. That can be good or bad."
She kept gazing at it. Slowly she leaned closer.
He held his breath.
He watched her pink tongue protrude. Her golden hair tickled the skin of his belly and thighs. Her breath touched the head of his pecker. It jerked.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, and straightened up a little.
He chuckled. "Don t let it scare you."
"You won't ... go off, will you?"
"Of course not. Not if you don't want me to."
"I'd rather you didn't."
"All right."
She bent toward him once more. The suspense was excruciating. Mark steeled himself, to keep his pecker from jerking again. She held it carefully by the shaft. He sighted down his chest and belly, watching as her pink tongue came out. It approached the head of his prick.
It touched.
Oh, it was hard to keep from jerking now! But he managed. Candy withdrew her tongue, then touched it against his cockhead again. Once more he steeled himself.
Her tongue fluttered.
Suddenly, with a little growl, she dropped her head fully forward, wrapping her soft, moist lips around the knob of his dong. It swelled and twitched a little, but her mouth held it steady. She growled some more and sucked.
The sensation which he received was wonderful. His scalp felt as if it were lifting off. He'd had his cock sucked many times, but it had never seemed so goddamned good ... except perhaps on the very first occasion.
Candy dropped her mouth farther down on his cock. She worked her tongue as best she could, with that huge knob in her mouth. She sucked too hard.
But he didn't want to say anything to her. He clenched his fists, jammed his eyes shut, and grooved with the marvelous thrills which were crashing into his brain.
Suddenly she lifted her head, and the wonderful sensation stopped. He opened his eyes and found she was smiling at him softly.
He forced a little smile himself, but he remained tense.
"How was it?" he asked in a peculiarly strained voice.
"It wasn't bad at all. Did I do it well?"
"You sucked a little too hard, and you didn't bob your head. But I loved it."
"I was afraid you'd come."
"Don't worry. I can control myself."
"You mean, it's safe for me to do it some more?"
"I'll tell you when to stop."
She bowed once more to his prick, and this time there was no hesitancy. She took the throbbing, plum-like head in her mouth and sucked gently as she laved it with her tongue.
Oh, she'd picked up on this quickly! She was doing it just right. The sensation which Mark received was intensely good.
He worked his hands tenderly in her hair.
She bobbed her head a little, sliding her lips against his corona, and this was almost too good!
Finally he croaked, "Okay! Stop." He helped lift her head.
She gazed at him lovingly.
"Baby, you're wonderful!" he exclaimed, and quickly sat up.
He guided her to a reclining position and mounted her. Her cunt was very moist and open, and it received his entire spit-coated prick in a single slippery thrust which gave him another mighty charge.
He began to screw her vigorously, having to fight the impulse to launch into short, rapid strokes right away. She raised her legs over his back and pumped with him.
"Oooh, that's good! Soooh good!" she panted. "Give it to me! Flip me! Ball me! Oh, fuck me out of my head!"
He bore down and bobbed his cock swiftly, going for his prize and hoping to hell that she was with him. She was. In fact, she reached her orgasm just ahead of him, and he came while she was at the height of her tumult.
It was magnificent!
Afterward he felt a great deal better about the breakup of his marriage than he had that morning. Candy screwed better than Ginger. She cocksucked better than Ginger, too. She was a great girl, all the way around, and she seemed to be crazy about him.
She told him over and over that she loved him, and he reciprocated with the same declaration to her. Well, it was something he had to say. But he wasn't altogether sure he didn't mean it.
At least, Candy gave him something to tie to during this chaotic phase of his life. He didn't question her sincerity, her regard for him as a man or as a person. He liked her very much as a woman. As a person, though, she didn't quite measure up. Or so he had always thought.
But he was coming to appreciate her more and more. Who knew but that this appreciation might ripen into something really worthwhile, given time.
He decided that afternoon to make a final break with Ginger. He would go over to the house in the morning and pack the rest of his things. He would suggest that they make an appointment with a lawyer to draw up a property settlement. Might as well have everything neat and tidy.