Chapter 4
Stacks of boxes stood in the middle of the living-room rug. The movers had arranged the furniture in their new house so already it looked as though Dick and Susan lived there. The tedious part was going to be unpacking all their personal possessions.
The couple sat side by side on the couch and stared at the task before them. They looked at each other and laughed.
"You don't want to do this any more than I do, do you, baby?" Dick reached over and squeezed his wife's tit through her cotton T-shirt. She wore no bra, but still her breasts stood up firm and tantalizing. Her nipples prodded pertly against the material in response to his caresses.
"It's a drag, darling. But it'll be worth it. Just think, Dick! Our very first house ... and it's all ours!"
"Yep ... we're making it, baby! Slowly but surely." The blond man was becoming more and more interested in his wife's tits, and less and less in the boxes around them. He stretched out on the couch and began to nibble on a tit.
Susan was about to protest that the work came first. Then the taunting sensations of tongue on sensitive nipple began to weave their spell. The job could wait. She wanted more sucking. She lay a hand on his blond head and stroked his hair. "Mmmmmm, darling ... feels wonderful!"
He grinned up at her. "Why don't you take your pants off?"
Quivering with excitement, eager to see what her husband had in mind, Susan raised her ass off the couch and pulled off her jeans. She was naked from the waist down. Her tight little dark pussy triangle beckoned Dick's tongue like a magnet.
Placing a thumb on either side of her cunt-lips, Dick spread them wide and licked hungrily at her clitoris. He liked the tangy taste. He wanted more. Quickly he slipped down onto the floor and kneeled between Susan's legs. Now he had the whole fluted pink slit of her pussy before him. The dewy moisture on the inner lips seemed to invite him like pollen does a bee.
"Mmmmmm! Honey pussy!" His words were muffled by the damp kisses he was planting along her cunt-flanges. He extended his tongue and began to lick greedily up each side. Susan writhed in helpless arousal beneath his skilled ministrations.
"Oooohhhhh! ... Dick! ... Dick, darling!" She let her thighs fall open to give him easier access to her craving cunt. She slid her ass closer to the edge of the couch. The feeling of being totally open, totally defenseless before him like this made her tremble with aching desire. "Hnnbhh ... baby, you're so good to me!"
His wife's groans of pleasure added fuel to the fire of Dick's lust. He became thoroughly absorbed in the pink moist slit in front of him. His tongue licked and prodded and lapped at it. His lips kissed it with petal-soft kisses, then attacked it with the ardor of Tantalus. Like a lion hungry for its prey, he bent his head to either side and nipped sharply at Susan's thighs.
"Eeeee! ... uuuhbh, yummy!" She smiled greedily. Her whole being was pulsing with the delicious sensations her husband's mouth was dealing her open snatch. The quick sharp pain of his bites only accented her arousal. They made her excitement seem more urgent, more compelling.
Dick began to labor with a single goal in mind. He wanted to bring his wife to orgasm this way. He wanted to christen their new `home with cunnilingus, to be only the first of many passionate love bouts under this roof. He stabbed his tongue deep into Susan's snatch. Her squeals proved to him he was on the right track. Again and again, his tongue prodded the sacred tunnel of her cunt, teasing it, taunting it, racking it with fiery love prods. He could feel her pussy-muscles clenching around his tongue, milking it for pleasure. He realized with a secret smile of imminent victory that her release was just around the corner.
"Ooohhhh ... uuuuhhh ... Dick, darling, do it like that! Lick my pussy!" Her head was jammed uncomfortably against the back of the sofa, but Susan was totally oblivious to discomfort. Her center of awareness was her cunt. And her cunt was grooving on what was happening. She humped her hips hypnotically up toward Dick's face, forcing his mouth harder against her pussy.
Dick acknowledged her plea for more attention with devoted ardor. He licked and sucked on her twat until his jaw ached. Still he labored on, intent only on the dreamy cries that would tell him that she had gone over the top into orgasm.
At last, he was rewarded with the low moans that meant Susan had lost all control. He sucked lightly on her clitoris to coax her over that last dangerous precipice.
"Oooohhhh! God-d-d ... I'm cumming, Dick! I'm cumming-g-g!" Her face wore a soft and sensual grin as she lay down lengthways on the couch and let her body revel in her special feeling of carefree bliss.
Suddenly Dick slapped her briskly on her ass. "Hey, lady, what you doing fucking off like that? It's time we got some work done around here."
She picked up a pillow and threw it at him. "You bugger! First you turn me into a babbling zombie ... then you expect me to bounce back like a jack-in-the-box. Can't you let a lady enjoy her ecstasy in peace?"
"I prefer my ladies to enjoy their piece in ecstasy."
Their quick encounter had put both of them into a better mood to work. They managed to clear out the living room and the kitchen in less than three hours.
"I'm sorry, baby. It's time for me to go down and meet my new client. Do you mind being left alone?"
"Heck no! I'm in far too-good a mood to mind anything!" She reached out and tweaked her husband's crotch playfully. "I'll think good thoughts about you while you're gone."
"Who could ask for anything more?"
Susan had only been alone for a half hour when the front doorbell rang.
"Ann! Hey, come on in!"
"I hope I'm not in the way. I know you must be unpacking. I just wanted to come over and say `welcome'!"
"That's really sweet of you. And you're not in the way at all. I'm all alone and I'm getting tired of unpacking clothes. Why don't we have a cup of coffee? Better yet, how about a glass of wine?"
"Wine sounds great."
Susan brought a bottle of Chablis and a couple of glasses into the living room. They sat on pillows on the floor. They felt friendly toward one another, and grateful for each other's company.
"Your old man work Saturdays a lot?" Susan asked.
"Yeah, he sure does. Sometimes we scarcely have a chance to say 'hello' for days."
"That's one nice thing about Dick's gig. He'll work seven or eight days straight, then we take a few days just to be together."
"That sounds good. I'd like that." The wine was opening Ann up. "You know, I really enjoyed meeting you two the other night. I think you're going to be wonderful neighbors."
"I think so too. Dick and I enjoyed ourselves so much at your place, we went home and balled like rabbits." She smiled demurely as Ann's eyes opened wide. "That's what we do when we're in a good mood."
Ann had never met a woman as candid as Susan. After her initial shock, she found she liked the brunette's direct approach. She blushed and grinned. "So did we ... ball like rabbits, I mean."
"It's great, isn't it? There's nothing like good old sex to make a body feel good."
Ann grew pensive. Dare she reveal her most secret anxieties about herself? She decided to throw caution to the winds. "I think sex is great too, Susan. Only sometimes I think ... well, that I think too much about it or something."
"Impossible. You can never think too much about sex. Besides, if you do it as much as you need to, you don't have to think about it as much." She looked curiously at her new friend. She refilled their wine glasses as Ann thought over her words.
"Well ... maybe that's my zeal problem. Every time Tom and I make love, I ... well, I just seem to want more and more. I lay awake thinking about it long after he's sound asleep." She looked despairingly at her friend. "Do you think I'm a nymphomaniac or something?"
"Do you have orgasms?"
"Sure ... lots of them. I've always been grateful that I'm not one of those girls who can't cum."
"Listen, Ann ... it sounds to me like you're just a perfectly normal woman who likes lots old sex. Though a lot of men like to ignore the fact, women often have a far greater sexual capacity than men. After all, we can cum endlessly. They need a rest after each one, unless they're really horny or really unusual. There've been lots of times when I wanted to keep on screwing when Dick was pooped. It's around that time that we decided to start going to sex parties. There, you can get all the screwing you want."
Ann had been listening to the more experienced woman with rapt attention. She admired Susan her beauty, her competence, her sophistication and she was willing to take her word where sex was concerned. She obviously was very experienced. "What's it like? At a party, I mean?"
"It's great! Just plain great! They make me feel so sexy!"
"How many men do you get together with at one of the ... orgies?"
"My record's nine. But I'm sure I'll break it one of these days. And let me tell you, darling, if you think that after nine men, you'll be all fucked out, you're absolutely wrong. I took Dick home that night and sucked him till he had to get it up again. I wanted more! Parties really turn me on."
Ann stared at the brunette in wonder. Susan was so ... untouchable looking. She couldn't imagine her screwing nine men in one evening! "Wow!" was all she could say.
Susan watched Ann's reaction with interest. It titillated her that the lovely blonde was obviously such a sexy woman. Susan hadn't mentioned it, but she had also been with women sexually at the parties. Ann turned her on more than any woman she had ever met. She wondered if she would be interested in a little experimenting this afternoon. After all, they were alone. And she suspected that Ann might be pretty horny.
"Have you ever thought about women?"
Ann seemed preoccupied. She didn't quite catch Susan's intention. "Hmm?"
"Women can make you feel good too, you know."
This time, Ann's blue eyes almost bugged out of her head. "You mean lesbianism? Oh, I don't think so. I like men fine."
"I like men fine too, but I never would have believed what a woman could do for me till I tried it."
"You mean you ... "
"I've made love to women ... but I'm not a lesbian. I guess I'm what they call 'bisexual'. I like it wherever I can get it."
Ann had some difficulty digesting this new piece of information. She had never thought about making love to women. Sure, there were women she felt attracted to, but she never thought of it as sexual. That was forbidden. A taboo. She took a long swig of her wine as Susan moved closer to her on the floor.
"I could make you feel awfully good, Ann." Susan's voice was low, husky.
The blonde was scared. But not scared enough to get up and leave. She was also intrigued by Susan's confession. She wondered what women could do for each other that would be so exciting. After all, they didn't have cocks. And Ann liked cocks.
Susan waited for the other woman to make some reply. When she remained silent, Susan reached out and squeezed Ann's breast gently through her blouse. She began to knead the firm rounded orb, bringing the nipple to peaked perfection, the way Dick had done to her earlier in the day. "You're a very beautiful woman, Ann. I'd really like to make you feel good."
The alcohol made Ann feel fuzzy-headed. She didn't know what she should do. Susan was suggesting they do something obscene, and all she could do was wonder what it would be like. She even felt her pussy getting wet inside her panties.
With methodical skill, Susan began to unbutton Ann's blouse. Her neighbor wore no bra. Her milk-white tits leaped into view, soft and full and pink-tipped. Susan followed her impulse. She bent forward and began to suck on one nipple while her finger kneaded gently at the base. When Ann closed her eyes and lay back on the pillow, Susan knew she had won. Ann was going to let her do whatever she wanted.
Gently, she shifted her attention to the other breast. She brought that rosy little nipple to hardness to match the other. Both nipples gleamed with the shiny film of Susan's saliva. While her fingers continued to knead Ann's breasts, Susan planted little kisses all over the blonde's shoulders and stomach. Then she worked back up to the breasts, sucking harder this time on the nipples, even nipping them slightly with her teeth.
"Uuuhhhhh!" It was the first sound Ann had uttered since Susan had begun her gentle caresses. It had taken a while for the blonde to abandon herself completely to what was happening to her. She had questioned her own morality, wondered whether she was being unfaithful to Tom. Then she had decided that love between women was the most innocent love of all. She was not betraying Tom with another man. She was just seeking a little extra pleasure when Tom was too busy to give her all she needed. That rationalization allowed her to relax. Then the flood of sensations rushed in. Her breasts felt wonderful. Little lust darts were shooting down to her pussy inside her jeans, coaxing it into heated readiness. "Ooohhh, Susan ... that's wonderful!"
"Your skin's so soft, darling. I love to touch you." Susan positioned herself between Ann's thighs and pulled down, her jeans and panties. She threw them aside and caressed the long slim legs, the firm flat belly, the little blonde bush between her thighs. "How lovely you are!"
Without further hesitation, she buried her head between Ann's thighs and began to lick hungrily at her defenseless little pussy-slit. Ann rewarded her at once with abandoned moans of ecstasy.
"Ooooohhhhh ... God, that's soooooo good!"
Ann was amazed by the incredible tenderness of the woman's caresses. Her tongue licked her clitoris with a feather-light touch that was more compelling than a lightning-bolt. Susan's lips closed over her clitoris and began to suck on it, gently coaxing it from its hooded hiding-place into full, blood-engorged erection. "Aaiieeee! Oooohhhh, jeez! God!"
Susan held her friend's hips firmly to keep her from rolling out of reach in her lustful contortions. Ann's pussy humped up into Susan's face, begging for more of the teasing touch of her mouth. Susan was pleased with the younger woman's responsiveness. She was incredibly receptive. And for Susan, half the pleasure of lovemaking was the other person's response. Ann was giving her every assurance that she was doing just the right things to make her feel good.
"Ann darling, you have such a sweet-tasting pussy!" As Dick had done to her earlier, Susan began to poke her tongue into the clenching hole of the woman's pussy. At once, Ann's contortions became even more abandoned. Her cries of pleasure became more wanton.
"Ooohhhh ... oooohhhh, God, I'm cummming-g-g!" Susan was delighted. It gave her a special depraved thrill to make another woman cum. It was so much harder to make a woman cum than a man. There was so much more to know about the particular responses of a particular woman. Susan had never really appreciated what was involved for a man to be a good lover until she had tried making love to women herself. She felt a special pride of victory every time she had a woman moaning out a climax beneath her.
For long moments, Ann lay back in rapturous euphoria, swept away by the caressing touch of Susan's tongue on her clitoris and her cunt. Then the final chords of her resistance snapped. More than letting a woman make love to her, she wanted to make love to a woman. She wanted to know what it was like to eat a pussy.
She sat up and drew Susan to her knees in front of her. She leaned forward and closed her mouth over Susan's. Their lips melded gently. Their tongues searched hungrily deep into one another's throats. When they came up for air, Ann knew exactly what she wanted to do. "Susan, darling, I want to make love to you too. I want to taste you there." She reached for the crotch of the brunette's jeans and caressed the tight mound of her cunt. "Take your clothes off, Susan. Please."
Susan stood up and, as she stared down at her new woman lover, she removed her T-shirt and her jeans. Then she stood naked, her eyes melting Ann's with the urgent call of her building lust. "What do you think, Ann?" she asked hoarsely. Her own fingers trailed lightly through the curly thatch of her cunt-hair. Her pussy was throbbing with excitement. She know Ann had never tasted a woman down there before. She was looking forward to the virgin touch of the blonde's mouth.
Ann uttered a low moan of surrender. She kneeled between the standing woman's legs and grasped her thighs. She stuck out her tongue and prodded through the kinky pubic hair to the swollen peak of Susan's clitoris.
"Uuuuuu! Ann darling, that's super!" Susan twined her fingers through Ann's white-blonde tresses and held her head close to her cunt. Her clitoris ached with the tender probe of her friend's searching tongue. "That's it, baby. Do it to me like that!"
Ann's whole being trembled with the depraved excitement of kissing a woman's twat for the first time. She was surprised to find that she liked the taste of the other woman's tangy juices. Arid there was plenty to taste Susan's cunt was wet with arousal. It gave Ann an added thrill to realize how excited the brunette was by her timid explorations. With new courage, she spread Susan's pussy-lips wide and ventured deeper into the soft pink flesh.
Her knees quaking, Susan continued to cling to Ann's hair, now for support. She was beside herself with lust. Ann was turning out to be a wonderful lover. Her tongue goaded her clitoris with just the right amount of pressure. Her lips sucked just so on the tender lips of her moist pussy. Susan realized how different Ann's approach was from Dick's, earlier in the day ... yet both were so incredibly stimulating in their own way.
A man ate a woman's cunt from erotic hunger, to ready her for the penetration. A woman ate a woman with full knowledge of the sensations being received on the other end. She was blessed with that extra sensitivity.
"Aaahhhhh ... Sooooooo good, Ann honey!" The lovely brunette's face was slack with arousal. Her eyes were closed. Her tongue ran hungrily over her lips. She thrust her cunt outward slightly, to give Ann maximum access to her palpitating pussy. "You make me feel so beautiful, Ann!"
The younger woman was thoroughly abandoned now to the salacious task before her. Her own cunt was still aching with the lingering sensations Susan had dealt her. Her body quivered in depraved excitement as she explored every fold and furrow of her new friend's cunt. Her lips were smeared with Susan's juices. Her nostrils were filled with her flavor. She was loving every minute of it. "Susan, you're so beautiful! You taste so good!" she moaned up at her naked lover. "I want to make you cum so much!" With new fury, she gripped Susan's thighs, pinching the flesh as she did so. Her tongue and lips worked maniacally between Susan's pussy-lips, goading her into release.
The brunette was relishing every nip and lap of Ann's teeth and tongue and lips. She could feel a crisis building deep inside. She began to rock her cunt-mound back and forth into Ann's face, teasing her clitoris into readiness for the explosion.
Within moments, it came. "Aaaaaahhlthhh ... oh, Ann darling, I'm cumming-g! I'm cummingg-g-g!" Torrents of warm sensation swept through her shaking being. Slowly, she collapsed onto her knees in front of Ann. Once again, their mouths met and they kissed long and. deep. Their tongues dueled with one another, until they were moaning with the sheer eroticism of the kiss. They collapsed onto the rug and lay in each other's arms. A timeless space of warm touching bodies passed.
At last, Susan reached for her wine and drained the glass. She poured more and shared it with her exhausted lover.
"Mmmm, tastes good!" Ann's blue eyes gazed seductively into Susan's dark ones. "But not as good as you!" The blonde could scarcely believe her own wanton behavior. But what she was doing felt so right to her. She felt so sexy ... so comfortable with Susan.
"I love the way you taste too, darling. I'm so glad we're going to be neighbors. We'll have such good times together."
Ann grinned dreamily. It seemed she had found an answer to her constant horniness - in the least expected of places. With a woman ... a tall, beautiful and sexy woman.
Still she was not forgetting the fact that Susan had a tall, beautiful and sexy husband. Would she dare let that be her next step?