Chapter 4
Freda concluded the story of her first act of infidelity and drank the last of her Scotch. "And of course I kept on seeing Jack -- once a week, anyway, for the next three years. So you see, you're not alone in this world."
"But I -- but I love Tom," Joyce confessed. "We just never had much of a sex-life together. And it just seems that all at once I've turned into a regular little sex-machine. Even now I'm so horny I don't know what to do about it. Believe it or not, my pussy is wet right now."
The girls were standing at the bay window, staring into the woods out back.
"Really?" Freda said. "I don't believe you."
Before Joyce knew what was happening, Freda put her hand between her friend's legs, slid her fingers beneath the tight crotch of her short shorts, and felt the wet slipperiness of Joyce's cunt.
"What are you doing?" Joyce asked, but made no move to stop the other woman.
"You are wet!" Freda said, and rubbed her fingers up and down her friend's hot pussy-lips.
Joyce forced herself to pull away.
"You are horny, aren't you?" Freda stated, holding her fingers to her nose. "And you smell good too."
Joyce was befuddled and speechless.
Freda smiled. "Haven't you ever suspected that I'm bi-sexual?"
"Bi-sexual? You?"
"Yes. I had my first sexual encounter a long time ago." Still embarrassed, Joyce looked away. "You don't hate me for it, do you?" Freda asked.
Joyce looked at her friend again. "No ... of course not." "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. I could never hate you, Freda -- we've been friends too long." She looked away again.
"Sure you do. You won't even look at me," the blonde said.
"That's not the reason. I'm a little bashful, that's why."
"Then if you don't hate me, give me a hug and kiss to prove it."
Joyce wanted to kiss the voluptuous blonde but was bashful. Slowly, she closed the short space between them. Almost stiffly she took her friend into her arms and kissed her quickly on the lips, then took a step back.
Give her a minute to think about it, Freda told herself, and picked up the empty glasses. "Sit down and relax. I'll fill our glasses."
Joyce sat in the recliner, her mind already foggy from the first glass of Scotch.
Seconds later Freda returned with a magazine in hand. "Look at this while I'm mixing the drinks."
Joyce opened the magazine. It was full of explicit pictures of bisexual women engaged in every conceivable position of sexual relationship. Joyce found it difficult to believe her eyes. She'd known all along, of course, that things like this were happening every day.
The sight didn't repulse her in the least. As a matter of fact, she found herself thinking about it with interest. She could let another woman suck her cunt -- that wouldn't bother her -- but could she do it to another woman? She didn't think so. It's just not my cup of tea, she told herself, crossing her legs, aware of her wet and sultry pussy. There was a demanding itch inside her cunt that needed some rubbing.
Freda returned with the full glasses and gave one to her friend.
"To us," she said, and the girls touched glasses.
Joyce took a large swallow and felt the alcohol spread warmth throughout her stomach.
"Why is it you never tried any sexual advances with me?" she asked, taking another swallow.
Freda smiled. "Oh, I thought about it a hundred times -- when we used to spend the night at each other's house once in a while. I wanted to, but you were too modest. Remember me staring at you a couple of times at your house -- and a few times at my house -- when we'd get undressed for bed?"
Joyce smiled. "I remember. And I remember asking you once what you were staring at. And you said you wished you had a sexy body like mine. Well, now you do -- even sexier, I think."
"Why, thank you, honey. Do you really think I've got a sexy body?" Freda asked, pulling her housecoat open.
Joyce stared with increasing interest. Freda's tits were much larger than hers but the latter's were pointed more.
"See," Freda said, "yours are prettier than mine. They're firmer."
Joyce stood up and automatically pushed out her chest. "Well, maybe a little firmer, but yours are larger. Most men like large tits."
"No, you're wrong. I do a lot of reading, and just as many men like small tits as there are who like large ones."
"Really? I didn't know what."
"Besides," Freda went on, "yours are by no means what a man would call small."
"Well, your ass is larger than mine. And I know men like larger butts than mine."
"Naw, I don't think so." She whipped her housecoat to one side, revealing a plump, pretty ass. She looked at Joyce's. "It's really hard to tell with your shorts on. And the best way to really compare them is by looking into a mirror. C'mon, my bedroom's full of mirrors."
She took Joyce by the hand and led her down the hallway and into the master bedroom, the ceiling and walls of which were more than half-covered with mirror-squares. She took the glass from Joyce's hand and set the two on the dressing-table. Then she slipped out of her housecoat.
Joyce merely stood there modestly.
"C'mon, honey, you don't have to be shy around me," Freda said. "Get that halter and those shorts off. I want to show you that you still have the sexier body."
She reached out and unbuttoned her friend's halter. Joyce unsnapped her shorts and let them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them and looked at the two naked bodies in the wall mirrors.
Both girls' cunts were expelling cream. Each woman was filled with great anticipation . . .
"See," Freda said, standing beside her friend, facing the mirrors, "your tits are much prettier. Like I said, they're firmer."
"Firmer, maybe, but not prettier."
"Heck, I can suck my own tits. I bet you can't." With that said, Freda lifted her right tit and sucked in a mouthful.
Joyce laughed softly and lifted her right tit. She lashed out her tongue but was only able to lick the nipple.
"And yours are so firm," Freda said. Reaching over, she placed her hand on one of Joyce's silky globes, then she felt her own. "Feel for yourself."
Caught up in what they were doing, Joyce put her hand on one of her friend's enormous tits, and enjoyed the feel of the warm tit-flesh. "The areolas around the nipples are almost the same shade of tan that mine are."
Freda explained, "Almost all shades of blondes have light-tan areolas around their nippies. Redheads have pink areolas, and brunettes have dark brown."
"Really? That's interesting. Look at our stomachs. They're both about the same -- flat."
Freda put her hand on Joyce's stomach and pressed slightly. "My ass is really a little too big." She turned her ass to the mirrors.
Joyce did the same, and looked around into the mirrors.
"See," Freda said, "my ass is at least two, maybe three inches bigger around than yours . . . and a lot flabbier." She placed her hand on her friend's ass and squeezed and then rubbed it. "Feel mine. It's softer."
Completely enveloped now in thoughts of having her pussy sucked by her horny friend, Joyce slid her hand across Freda's plump, pretty ass. The contact enhanced her desire to be sucked. She ran her hand over Freda's ass and down to the bottom of the cheeks and squeezed gently. She looked up at the mirrored ceiling and the reflection of them. Their hands on each other's ass sent voltages of rippling sensation rushing through her. She could actually feel the juices oozing from her cunt. Oh, my God, she thought, what am I thinking! But the thought didn't linger. It was pushed aside by the overwhelming craving to have her pussy sucked.
"And your pubic hairs," Freda said, "aren't as thick as mine. But they're softer." Her hand was in Joyce's cunt, rolling the silky hairs between her fingers.
Joyce didn't have to be told to feel her friend's cunt. Her hand went there willingly and automatically.
"Damn!" Freda exclaimed. "Are you ever saturated! And it's running down your thighs! But I'm the same way ...**"
She ran her hand across Joyce's pussy and pulled it away soaking wet. She held her hand to her nose and sniffed, then licked off some of the juice.
"It tastes good. Lie down on the bed and let me see it. I love to look at pussies -- they're so beautiful!"
Entranced with desire, Joyce lay down on the bed and spread her legs.
Freda got on the bed on her knees, her face inches from the gleaming, seductive cunt. She spread the pussy-lips with her thumbs. "The lips are tan, and the insides are a light pink. And I've never seen a pussy as wet as yours."
Then her face was in the other girl's cunt, kissing, licking, sucking, swallowing the juices.
"Ohhhhh," Joyce moaned. "Ohhhhh, yes!" She found it impossible to lie still. Her feverish ass moved around and around and hunched the other girl's face enthusiastically. "Oh, shit, I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come. Eeeee!"
She stared into the mirrored ceiling as her orgasm commenced, and covered her dear friend's face with the sweet succulent fluids of her pussy. Then she was having another orgasm, and then another. Or maybe it was just one long one, Joyce didn't know. But she did know that she'd never been this horny before in her life.
With her hungry mouth sucking and chewing the tasty cunt, Freda slid her hands up Joyce's flat stomach to her hard, enticing tits. She kneaded them and rolled the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
The electrifying, razor-sharp sensation which now permeated her tits, and the sucking mouth which enveloped her throbbing clit, were driving Joyce into a state of hysterical rapture. She couldn't believe that such titillation was being produced by another woman, and she found herself thinking about sucking Freda's pussy. Why not? a voice within her asked. Do it! No one will ever know.
"Put your cunt in my face," Joyce ordered.
Freda looked up from the cunt she was eating, her face glistening with pussy-juice. Without a word, she quickly moved her feet around and straddled Joyce's face.
Joyce looked up into the gleaming, wet pussy. With uncontrollable lust, she wrapped her arms around her friend's ass and pulled the cunt into her face. She licked and kissed and sucked, then swallowed a mouthful of cunt fluids and was surprised to discover that she actually enjoyed the taste.
The girls moaned and groaned their satisfaction with each other. Then they were on their sides, still in a sixty-nine position. After two soul-shaking orgasms in this position, they rolled over again, placing Joyce on top, her face still between Freda's legs, her insatiable tongue still licking, her mouth still sucking, teeth still nibbling, while two pairs of hands kneaded and caressed hot asses.
After so many orgasms they lost count, they went for the big one. With fingers submerged in each other's cunt, and mouths and teeth on each other's clit, squeezing and rubbing, fingers pressing on assholes, they exploded with the greatest orgasms of their lives.
They lay still for a long time, hugging each Other's ass, occasionally kissing the other's pussy. Then Freda moved around and lay beside her long-time friend.
She kissed Joyce on the mouth and whispered, "I love you, honey. I've loved you for a long, long time."
Joyce smiled. "I love you, too, Freda -- very, very much."
After a moment's silence, Freda said, "Hey, I've got an absolutely wicked idea. After that Al Sears gets back from his vacation, let's both go to his place and fuck the shit out of him."
The girls laughed.
"Beautiful idea," Joyce said. "We'll drive him crazy!"