Chapter 6
"Oh, Maria," Betti Newell smiled, looking up from the typewriter. "That sure is a pretty outfit."
"Well, thank you, honey," Maria said, perching on the edge of the desk.
Betti was summer help, she was eighteen and a coed at Washington U. Her parents lived near the Marina. She was leggy and efficient, a sweet bod, although her face was rather boyish, her brown hair cut close to her head. She wore Levi pants and very tight shirts. She had a neat pair of pointy tits.
Maria was getting a tingle. She had not touched a pussy since her marriage to Robert, she had really not needed any; his hands and mouth and big, long, thick cock had been all any hot-blooded girl could ask for. He was due back from Seattle tonight, but if the pattern held he would not want a home fuck. Maria was almost certain he got his stinger into Misti Lang every time he stayed overnight in the city.
The few times Misti had come down to Olympia for visits, the truth showed clearly-she was nuts about Robert, and she was sensationally beautiful enough to turn any man's head. But Robert treated her more like a sister than an available piece. Robert said she was hip on chicks, and that showed too, the way her eyes coursed over Maria's figure. Took one to know one.
I wouldn't-mind trying Misti myself, Maria thought idly. The opportunity had not happened, though. Not yet. A threesome with the blonde, herself and Robert might be very interesting, although Maria really preferred one on one. She had known even before the marriage that Robert would be getting pussy on the side. Chicks were laying it on him all the time.
A big share of their boat rental business came from rich widows looking for a little "summer fun," and a few of them had propositioned Maria, too. Robert didn't put out that much, he simply made most of them think he was going to throw a fuck in with the fee. Betti, who cooled the young studs, thought Robert was just "super."
"As girl to girl, have you been getting any, Betti?" Maria said softly.
Betti leaned back in the office chair, her long legs sprawled. "Shit, no. I've been on the wagon for just months."
"Well, why don't you take the rest of the afternoon off and come up to the house, honey?" Maria smiled, winking.
"No kidding? Isn't Robert due in tonight?" Not a blush, hip coeds didn't do that anymore. Her light brown eyes chased across Maria's tits in her revealing halter; her hips did a little twist in the chair. The outline of her cunt showed cleanly beneath the press of the Levi pants.
"Yes, but you know him," .Maria giggled. She felt her nipples stiffen against the hug of the halter. Her clit lifted, tingling. "He's got something staked out at Seattle."
"Oh, you mean Misti?" She smiled. "She is something."
"I forgot, you did meet her a month ago," Maria smiled. "Come on, Dale can handle it." He was in charge when Robert was away, a man of sixty or so.
"Shiiiit, yes," Betti giggled, rising and stretching. "I thought you'd never ask."
"Well, if you're that hard up, you should have let me know," Maria purred, moving from the edge of the desk.
Betti covered the typewriter, her hands unsteady. A hint of color showed on her throat, her eyes shiny. A titillating aroma of girl reached Maria's nostrils. Nnnnn-nummy. As far as pussy went, she had been on the wagon one hell of a long time....
Betti Newell, walking toward the Leeds' house beside Maria, felt she was moving through water. Her usual excellent coordination was all shitty, her cunt was turning wet, the rub of her tight pants on her clit zone was sending tingles through her crotch.
Robert's beautiful wife wants to fuck me! kept ringing through her mind. I should pinch a tit to see if it's real! She just oozes sex, every twitch of her ass says she needs lots of it-and she gets it. And nobody except me has ever put a hand on my bod. I'm one of those oddities called a virgin!
Until her sophomore year at the U, nobody had ever looked at her twice. She had developed very late, had been called "Slats" for as long as she could remember, all legs and arms. Finally, at eighteen, she had begun to fill out, as the saying went. She had been a tomboy so long she still felt terribly awkward in a dress. At present she didn't even own one.
Not that she was unaware of sex. She had started fondling her pussy at eleven and had never stopped, it was a daily need, and since her body was now drawing male and female glances, she had to get her goodies oftener. She had read half a dozen books about the basic function, enjoyed looking through her older brother's very lewd girlie magazines and lurid fiction.
She was into journalism at the U, she was good at it, and was already working on a porn novel. The subject was terribly fascinating, and writing it turned her on. Her interest in girls had started early, too. Those cutie pies in miniskirts and bikinis excited her clit. She had a boyish cast of features she was not proud of, but her newly developed chassis was not bad at all. Long legs and a tight ass were in. Her tits were still growing.
Her first good look at Maria had given her a definite buzz-and Robert was the only man she knew she wanted to fuck. But the way broads of all ages fawned over him, she was sure she didn't have a chance. Exotic numbers like that blonde, Misti Lang. And voluptuous Maria was on the top pillow.
"Oh, this is a lovely house," Betti said, gazing around the big living room. It was sensual, like Maria, and Betti could imagine Robert making it with her on one of those colorful sofas. That lump in his pants was almost unreal. Somehow you just knew he could handle himself like an expert!
"Let's try the rec room, honey," Maria smiled. "And don't act so nervous."
"Never had an afternooner," Betti giggled. Jeeeeese, I can't let her know I've never done this, but maybe it shows! She's fabulous!
"Sometimes it's great," Maria smiled, steering Betti toward the rear of the house. "I never see you dating. You got something against guys?"
"Nooo," Betti said, her voice not quite right. Hot and cold chills ran up her body. She knew her excitement showed on her throat, it always turned pink when she had a hard-on. She had not yet had what she called her "daily dealie," and her girlie pecker really ached.
"Well, I can see you're hot for Robert," Maria laughed softly. "Lay it on him; He can really fuck."
"B-but-you won't care-?" Betti exclaimed. Now she was blushing. The word fuck was like a fast finger on her clit, and hearing Maria say it right out was a kind of erotic shock. But the real kicker was what she said along with it. She's asking me to fuck HIM!
"Honey, a horse like him is going to get it somewhere, we both know it. You're a nice clean-cut young pussy. Just don't get emotional, you dig?"
Betti's head was spinning. She had heard of wives procuring stuff for husbands, but she had never dreamed she would be asked! Almost like one of her recent fantasies, imagining she was into a threesome with some very sophisticated couple. There was such a scene in the book she was writing! That the hero was a stud who resembled Robert was really no mistake.
Well, Maria was not suggesting that. Maybe she wants to try me out first! Betti thought, shivering. They should pick on Misti Lang. But that blonde IS kind of stuck on herself.
"I-understand," Betti said weakly. She was not sure she could take on an animal like Robert and not get heavy.
They were down the steps and into the rec room before Betti could make up her mind about anything. It was all very sudden. Maria was assuming that a coed of nineteen had surely tried it both ways. Considering all that went on around the campus, pot parties, girls having very open affairs, all-girl orgies, two or three guys humping some hot chick ... it was no wonder Maria figured Betti was with it.
The glitter and polish and luxury of the long rec room was almost lost on Betti; she was too aware of Maria's left arm around her waist, the press of a lush firm breast against her right arm, the wild allure of this half-Spanish beauty. Maria had her steady fucking, but maybe it was getting old....
Maria had always been quick to arouse, if the guy or girl was right for her. She remembered the first time she had danced with Robert, at a party given by her father. In a dark corner of the floor she had rubbed her cunt on his basket and enjoyed a really delicious orgasm. That had really excited him. Twenty minutes later they were out on the lawn fucking like fiends!
He opened me up like no guy ever did before, Maria thought, as she had dozens of times since. It took him twenty minutes to come and I went off six times. I had grass stains on my ass for a week! I told Daddy later I had to have him-and I don't give a shit if I did halfway buy him. He already had a good business going, Daddy's money just helped out.
Now, with a new pussy so close, Maria was floating. Over two years since her last girl fuck-much too long! She fully intended to get into Misti's fancy panties the next time the blonde came for a visit-if Misti could ever get over thinking her ass was out of this world. Maybe too aggressive. Some of those cunts wanted to control the whole situation.
"I think you need a drink, honey," Maria said, guiding Betti to the elaborate bar setup. "Nothing like a couple of martinis to wet a pussy."
"Riiight," Betti said, slipping out of Maria's casual embrace.
She's actually scared, Maria thought, trembling. Hope I haven't got a pussy teaser! Nineteen. Where the hell has she been, in this day and age? I was getting off at ten and had my first fuck at twelve. A little messy, but I made it. Surely not a virgin!
Maria watched Betti slide her cute ass onto a bar stool, then wiggle around as if it was itchy. Her cheeks showed a touch of color now, her hands were restless. All signs said go. Maria swayed behind the bar, touched a button on the built-in stereo, and began building a-shaker of martinis. She let her tits sway inside the halter, her nipples already puffed.
The music was lilting South American stuff, evocative of hot tropical nights, swaying palm trees and sensual delights. The decorations of the room were pretty square, as Robert sometimes entertained customers here; Maria would have preferred some colored blowup fuck scenes. The master bedroom was different-even the bed posts were designed like rigid penises. Fun!
The cocktails mixed, Maria came around and sat at Betti's right, pressing her left thigh against the brunette's leg, gazing boldly at the pretty sharp titties shaped attractively by the shirt. Betti took a quick gulp of her martini; their eyes met in the backbar mirror. Betti bit her lower hp.
"You sure you want a little, honey?" Maria giggled. She dropped her left hand down between Betti's long legs, squeezing the denim near her pussy. Betti trembled, her fingers nearly tipped her cocktail glass.
'It has been a long time," Betti said. Her legs opened further.
"No hurry," Maria purred, her fingers deftly cupping the sweet cunt mound. "Want to dance?"
"Yes!" Betti giggled, her voice trembly. "Love that music."
"Feeeels real goooood," Maria said, running a finger up the pussy slit. "I'll take off my halter, you take off your shirt, huh?"
Betti nodded, her cheeks very pink. She finished her cocktail.
No hurry, my ass! Betti thought. Her hand on my cunt already. Damn, it DOES feel neat! Those dark pants of hers fit like a second skin, her nipples really stand out. She must know by now this is all new for me!
"I lied like hell, at the office," Betti murmured, the gin singing in her veins. "I-I never did this before-"
"No shit?" Maria said, her black eyes gleaming. "Well, honey, this is gonna be fun!"
"Don't make fun of me," Betti breathed, shivering. "And don't tell Robert!"
"Wouldn't dream of it, sweetie. Where have you been, anyway?"
"You never saw me a year ago, I was like a bean pole. Ohhh, hell! I knew I could trust you, Maria-I mean-"
Suddenly Maria's left arm was around Betti's waist, her right hand lifted to Betti's shirt, undoing buttons, and Maria's mouth closed on Betti's lips. A tongue wiggled inward, Betti trembled and opened wide, her arms slipped around the brunette's neck, their mouths flamed together!
Oh, it was wonderful! Like a naughty fantasy, only much sweeter. The idea of lesbian sex didn't bug her, it was simply that no girl as appealing as Maria had ever made a pass at her. The vibrations were just super. Soft music, gin and an experienced girl who simply oozed sex-it was a hell of a combination.
Betti felt those soft, warm fingers cozy a tittie. She had not worn bras lately; her developing boobs were very firm and she liked the feel of her shirts on her nipples. She had started bringing them into her private sex play, hoping the exercise would enlarge them. Her main reason for not using a bra the past few weeks was the way Robert looked at her.
Three days before he had leaned across the desk and asked her when she was going to wear a low-cut blouse, and she had blushed furiously. On her lunch break she had slipped up to the Newell home and played herself into three delicious climaxes, imagining that Robert was kissing her nipples. Wow!
Now his wife was cupping and teasing her boobs. And she was going to dress differently from now on. Maria had even told her that if she wanted some of Robert's prick she could go after it! She would be crazy not to try. He had surely picked a lot of cherries, he might as well have hers!
I'm a real bitch, wanting them both, she thought dizzily. And I don't give a shit. I'm sick of playing with myself and dreaming. I want it live, in full color, all systems working full tilt. I want to fuck and FUCK! No two people EVER excited me the way they do....
Maria knew she had it made, now. Betti was gobbling her tongue like she was starved for loving. And probably was. Maybe a disappointing affair with some guy on campus. No studs her age had shown up around the marina. She claimed she had no steady. She was ripe for a good fucking.
Neat little pear-shaped tits, firm as melons. Firm all over, as sweetly stacked as a model, and if she'd use a little makeup and dress more like a girl she would have plenty of opportunities. Levi pants and man-type shirts were not exactly comeon apparel. Clothes did make a difference.
She drew her tongue back and let Betti assert herself a little. Yessss. Betti's arms tightened, her tongue began to stroke, her dainty small nipples stiffened excitingly. One thing girls understood, and only a few men did, was that a chick needed lots of kissing and teasing and fooling around. Robert certainly did. Sometimes he coaxed two or three climaxes from her clit before she even saw his prick. And how he could eat pussy!
Maria slid her right knee between Betti's long legs, urged the roundness into the young girl's cunt mound. Betti shivered, her thighs tightened on Maria's leg, her tongue dived faster. Maria opened the shirt wide, loosened her halter, turned enough to press her breasts into Betti's warm, pointy tits. The naked contact brought a whine from Betti's throat.
Their mouths lost their cloying grip. Betti breathed unevenly into Maria's lips. "Ohhhh, I love this!'
"Honey, so do I. Let's get on a bed and fuck."
Betti nodded and trembled, hiding her face in Maria's hair, pushing her titties in closer. "I wish I was-prettier."
"Shit, you've got lots going for you, honey," Maria murmured. "Nice long legs, a cute ass and fine titties. Fix up a little and start having fun."
"Oh, I will!" Betti whispered. "Jeeeeeesus, where Is this bed?"
Maria disengaged her bod, tossed her halter aside and they both stood, swaying back together again. Maria spread her legs and arched her tingling cunt mound into the Levi-covered crotch. Betti gasped, their lips touched, their tongues danced back and forth, their breasts mashed urgently close....
Oh, if she keeps this up I'm gonna come! Betti thought, in a daze of want. I've heard of "dry" fucks and going off on a dance floor, and my clit is READY! Uhhhhh, now she's HUNCHING at my cunt! I never was kissed like this. Ohhh, her hands are on my ass! I can feel it STARTING!
Maria's tongue snaked way in deep, her hips jiggled, they ground into high gear, her hands squeezed Betti's ass very hard. The achy lust in Betti's loins surged to a peak, her clitoris pulsed, her mouth jerked free, she squealed as the sex honey spurted from her girlie cock!
"Ohhhh, come hard!" Maria panted. "That's the way, baby!"
Maria's words were timed just right. As the heavenly twinges spread from Betti's clit to her titties and back down across her pelvis, she felt her butt thrusting swiftly, she was pounding her cunt at Maria's cunt! Ohhh, it was so damned gooood she squealed again!
Oh, I never waited so long for it, I never went off like this! Betti thought, shuddering through her aftermath. It's so much BETTER and DEEPER! I couldn't even wait to get undressed! She sure knows where I live!
"Very gooood, honey," Maria breathed, rolling her tits into Betti's tingling breasts. "You really are hungry."
"Oh, I wanted you to make it, too!" Betti whispered into the dark, fragrant mane. "You feel so wonderful."
"I like bare pussy better," Maria giggled. "You'll know it when I come off." She drew away and Betti hated to let go of the vibrant, seductive beauty. Betti sagged onto a bar stool, her legs shaky, feeling pussy juice leaking into her panties. The view of the brunette's breasts, mounded forward into alluring prominence, the wide dusty areolas framing her dark long nipples, sent more after-twinges through Betti's loins Maria was simply fabulous!
"I wish I had a set like that," Betti giggled. Don't get heavy, Betti had said. Easier spoken than done! Sex with another girl was not like masturbating, at all. The closeness, the sharing and intimacy put it on a whole new level.
"It isn't so much up front as what's down between the legs, honey," Maria smiled. "Okay, let's try that bed. Right over here."
Trembling, Betti moved ahead of Maria into a room just off the recreation area, a lamp came on near a king-sized bed, and Betti held back a gasp. Talk about a sin pad, this entire room spelled debauchery! A silhouette mural on one wall showed a satyr-like beast fucking a maiden, four different positions; another wall revealed a huge colored enlarged photo of a black male about to ram his huge prick into a model from behind, and the model was lapping a second young girl.
"Awful!" Betti giggled. "I like the picture the best."
"I thought you would," Maria smiled. She loosened her dark snug pants and peeled them down. Her panties were pinks and purples, wet along her crevice. "Two girls and a guy is fun."
"It's popular on campus," Betti giggled, removing her shirt. She had that feeling again of moving through water, her motions very deliberate. Undressing in front of anyone had just not happened to her since puberty. She did not take PE, girl sports had never appealed to her. But she loved swimming.
Her Levi's came down. The vanity mirror showed a patch of girl juice where her pink pan ties hugged her pussy-she was really embarrassed.
Suddenly, from above, came the sound of a door closing, a male voice!
"That's Robert," Maria said. "He's back early. Maybe he didn't score, after all."
"Ohh, hell!" Betti gasped, jerking her Levi's back up. "Is there a back door?"
"Yes, but what's the rush? Two chicks, one stud...."
"Not now!" Betti exclaimed, her voice low. "I mean-" She was cold inside, now. The brutal reality was too terribly scary.
"Chicken," Maria smiled. "But I understand. In a day or two, huh?"
Betti nodded. Five minutes later she was back in the office at the marina, having circled through the timber after slipping out a rear door of the rec room. A brand new sports car sat behind Robert's big sedan in the Leeds' driveway, and he was helping Misti Lang into the house with a couple of travel cases. Oh, that pretty blonde bitch! She would have a threesome with Robert and Maria, sure as hell
I was ready to get fucked, and I missed it! Betti thought. Ohh, shiiiit! I sure had fun with her while it lasted. She really got me OFF! Now she'll be busy entertaining her husband and Misti, and I'll be clear out of it.
Leaving the office window, Betti rushed into the office bathroom and locked the door, shuddering. Her scare was gone now, her need was a nagging cunt ache. She whipped her pants down, reopened her shirt and sat on the padded toilet seat. Her panties were flooded with girl come. She slid them to the floor, spread her legs and opened her swollen labia. Oh, her clit stood half an inch upward, she had never seen it so enlarged and ready.
Carefully placing a finger on each side of it, she began to draw the familiar thrills from her cunt. Her left hand went to her tender breasts. They were very swollen, too. She had to have two or three more orgasms, at least.