Chapter 5
Bette had bathed and dressed carefully for her date with Janet. Since her first date with Derek, she had visited a second time and confirmed that sex with a man was delightful, to say the least, yet she sensed that the lesbian variety would be as great.
She was annoyed when the doorbell rang, but she went to answer it.
"Helloou?" she asked her buxom neighbor.
"I haven't seen you around," the woman replied. "I know you are alone here and I worry a little that you are all right."
"Thank you, Mrs. Carlson. That's very nice of you. I'm just fine."
"About your date the other day. It was good? You get what you want?" the woman asked, excitement in her eyes.
"I got it good. He's a wonderful lover with a big and beautiful cock. I just love the way he fucks me and sucks my cunt and everything."
"You are so exciting, so beautiful. You are going to him now for more fucks?"
"Not this time. Tonight, I'm going to have sex with a woman for the first time."
"With a woman? She is one lucky woman."
"Have you done it with women, Mrs. Carlson?"
"Once. When I was a girl. A woman put my hand under her dress. Thee s no panties. I am excite. She raise her dress, rake my face between legs. She teach me how to suck, to lick. It is very good."
"And you haven't tasted a cunt since then?"
"No," the woman replied, sadly. "You are so pretty."
"Mrs. Carlson, tonight I'm going to learn about sex with a woman. Would you like to come and visit me tomorrow?"
"Oh yes ... yes. You are mean that?" the woman asked and the excitement in her eyes seemed to light up the room.
"I mean it. You're a nice woman. I have to go right now," Bette added and put a hand under the woman's dress. "You go home and finger your cunt and have some nice comes. Tomorrow afternoon, I'll let you strip me naked and suck my cunt." As she said the words, Bette rubbed the crotch of the woman's panties and watched her squirming with hot desire.
The encounter with the peasant woman had set her up perfectly for her encounter with Janet, but she sensed it would be a mistake to go beyond that point, so she took the hand out of the woman's crotch and patter her on the cheek.
As she drove to Derek's apartment where she was to meet the lesbian, Bette delighted in the warm, tingling sensation she felt inside the crotch of her panties and she knew the feeling would get better and better as the evening went on.
"Ooh, Derek," Janet squealed with delight as Derek opened the door to admit Bette, "what a beautiful young angel. You didn't lie to me."
"Would I lie to you, Janet? Come, Bette, come and meet your maker," he added with a laugh and Bette hurried to the woman.
"Mmmmmm, you really are sweet enough to eat, Bette," the woman greeted her with open arms, "but before I get started, let me taste those lovely lips."
Bette moved into the embrace as though it were the most natural thing in the world and as they kissed with mounting arousal, discovered that Janet's embrace drove her as wild as did Derek's.
As their mouths mashed wetly together, Bette felt the woman's hands rubbing down her back until they were fondling her buttocks through her thin dress and panties. Her own hands did the same and she learned that fondling buttocks, squirming with passion in the arms of a woman, was lovely, sheer erotic delight.
When the embrace ended and Bette turned, breathless, to look at Derek, she saw him sitting comfortably in a big chair. In his right hand he held a tall drink. His pants were open and in his left hand he held a very stiff penis. On his face was an absolutely cherubic smile.
"I'm burning with desire for your lovely young body," the woman told Bette.
"I'm on fire too, especially between my thighs. What say we go to bed and do something about it?"
"Let's tease ourselves for a while first. Come, we'll sit on the couch and, uh, get to know each other. When we can't stand the torture of waiting, we'll make love."
On the wide couch, they touched each other as they talked, ignoring the man as though he weren't there at all. Janet jerked the hem of her dress high to show the tops of her nylons, then she raised Bette's dress to admire and fondle bare legs and thighs, her touch feather light, adding to Bette's fierce arousal.
And then Janet's hands moved up to fondle the luscious young breasts, through her dress at first, then she opened the dress and expressed her delight at the way the cups of the light bra.
There was more sexy kissing and as the women writhed on the couch, Derek put his glass down and played with an excitingly stiff penis as he stared at moving thighs, panties and portions of lush white buttocks.
What a thrill it must be, he thought, for the lovely young woman who had so recently discovered the real joy of sex with a man and was exploring new joys with a sexy, beautiful lesbian.
While he watched, thought and played with himself, he saw Bette's dress float away from the couch, then Janet's followed and then the mature lesbian had her face buried between the cups of Bette's bra where she kissed, licked and inhaled the erotic scent of clean young body.
Lying atop the girl, her thighs parted wide so that Derek was able to see how the crotch of her thin, black panties snugged against her vulva. He wanted to reach for her, to feel the nylon and the soft warmth within, but he knew that would be upseting to Janet. She would permit it, but would find it upseting. It struck him as a terrible waste that a woman as beautiful and intelligent as Janet could enjoy only one side of the sex coin.
And then he pushed the thought out of his mind. He stared as Janet knelt up and removed her bra to bare twin white cones that were not quite as big as Bette's breasts but jutted with the same exciting firmness.
Bette stared too, looking up as she lay on her back. She had seen breasts before, but never under such exciting circumstances. Instinctively, her tongue licked over her lips and she trembled, wondering how long it would be before she experienced the feel of a woman's breast in her mouth to be sucked, how it would feel to lick her tongue slowly over a sensitive nipple as Derek had done to her.
"Do you like my breasts, dear?" Janet asked as she fondled them and aroused her nipples.
"Yes. They're so nice. I want to suck them, Janet. I want to suck your beautiful tits."
"Do you, dear? That's nice. I'm in the mood to have my breasts sucked. Lie still, Bette. I'm going to feed them to you."
With a little sigh, the woman lowered herself and, resting on her left side, she cupped her right breast from below, rubbed the nipple slowly over Bette's lips, then she fed the conical beauty into a mouth that opened wide to receive it..
His hand still wrapped around his tool, Derek left the chair and stood beside the couch, watching as Janet filled the open mouth with silken breast. He heard the muffled groans from Bette as she sucked and saw lust in her eyes.
A little semen oozed from his penis and he wiped it up with a finger, then noticed that as she sucked on the breast, she was lying with her knees bent up, wide apart, her panty sheathed crotch wide open. Smiling, he moved closer and gently wiped the semen from his finger on the crotch of her panties. She groaned a little more loudly in response to the touch.
Derek wanted to do more, then he reminded himself that he had promised to remain a spectator, so with one final rub of vulva through clinging nylon, he backed away and left the women to their own delightful devices.
As Bette sucked the second breast, the woman raised her from the bed and guided her into a sitting position. And then, while Bette continued to suck, Janet deftly unhooked her bra and licked her lips as she anticipated sucking the firm young beauties.
Unable to wait longer, she pushed Bette back down on the couch, stripped the bra away, then with a little cry, the situation was reversed and it was Bette's turn to pant and squeal with delight as the skilled lesbian sucked her luscious, satiny smooth breasts until a red nipple felt raw, almost sore.
Again Derek moved closer to feast his eyes on the sight of the beautiful woman greedily sucking one lush young breast while she fondled the other, hardening an already aroused nipple, preparing it for its turn in her mouth.
Janet's very brief panties had gathered in the crack of her behind and as she bent over the writhing girl, her almost naked bottom was beautifully displayed to the man. Derek felt an almost overpowering urge to tear the nylon away and bury his face between the smooth, arched rounds, but again he forced himself to resist the temptation.
As she raised her face from a well sucked breast and moved down on the couch, Janet's breasts swayed enticingly, then she was peeling Bette's panties doen, panting with desire as she bared the little triangle of curly hair that crowned her hotly waiting vulva.
While she stripped the panties down Bette's legs, her eyes never left the coppery red triangle and Derek could understand that, since he had grazed there on his way to sucking in her crotch as the lesbian was about to do.
As the panties moved over her feet, Bette threw her legs wide apart.
"Yes ... yes ... yes," she panted as her naked behind bounced on the couch. "Do it ... do it to me ... I want it."
What she wanted was obvious as her hand rubbed hotly on her beautifully presented pink pussy. Janet tossed the discarded panties high in the air and as they arced toward him, Derek caught the garment and held it in his fist. He felt the warmth of the young body in the panties, then he brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, but he found no fragrance of the girl except what was in his memory.
On the couch, Janet had spread Bette's willing legs wide, bent back over her body. Before the lesbian's wet eyes was a banquet for the queen of Lesbos. It was all there in silken skin, firm young flesh, all the curves and rounds and valleys, the neat pink vulva below the coppery crown and, farther down, another little pink entrance between the alabaster white buttocks.
As he watched, Derek knew that Janet wouldn't suck the girl's anus as he had done. At most she would perhaps finger it to make Bette squirm some more, but she would do a lot of sucking of the tender pink fruit in Bette's warm, wide open crotch.
Completing her visual inventory, Janet licked her lips, brought her face with maddening slowness into the girl's hot crotch, inhaled deeply, wrapped her arms around the hips of the girl, then her parted lips touched the tender crotch lips and she began to suck.
Bette began to groan as though in agony, but Derek had heard those groans before and recognized the sounds of wild ecstasy. Just in time, he took the hand off his penis and managed to avoid ejaculating, but he knew it couldn't be delayed much longer.
He listened to the sounds of greedy sucking mingled with Betty's groans and low cries, then there was a change in the sounds and as he crouched to peer around Bette's right buttock, he trembled at the sight of Janet's pink tongue licking slowly up and down the very wet slit and then watched as it tickled the hotly sensitized clit of the panting, writhing young woman who was obviously in a state of rapture.
And then, after just a little licking, Bette caught her breath, gasped, then shrieked as the tongue of the lovely lesbian triggered a magnificent orgasm.
Her cries filled the air, reverberated through the room, and her lovely body jerked strongly as her partner stopped licking the tingling clit and continued to hold Bette, strongly, warmly, her open mouth still pressed over the center of the erotic earthquake.
And then, just seconds after the last spasm, the newly initiated lesbian turned and tore at Janet's little panties, stripping them down so that, except for garter belt and nylons, Janet was naked.
Her big thighs parted, Bette emitted a squeal of delight as she stared at the tempting looking vulva, then it was her face that was buried, nestled warmly in woman crotch and she began to suck, obviously delighted with her first taste of vaginal juice, at the feel of having her face lost between the big, smooth, firm thighs of a highly aroused woman.
For a little while, Janet appeared to be more than content with the lapping, but then she required more and while Bette continued to suck from the warm, pink font, Janet pulled the girl around so that she could get her face into the hot young crotch for another sucking.
Bette surrendered her body joyfully and then they were locked in a writhing, end to end embrace, each sucking and licking in the crotch of the other, their naked bodies shining with the sweat of lovely lust, writhing hotly together on their tandem trip beyond the farthest reaches of heaven.
Panting loudly in his role of voyeur, Derek stared hotly as Janet's body began to jerk in orgasm, her loud cries muffled in Bette's crotch, then it was the turn of the younger woman.
As though the first cry of Bette's climax was a signal, Derek stood and began jerking strongly on his throbbing tool. In a matter of seconds, he felt it throbbing and swelling, he brought the panties around to cover the head, then he was pumping his charge into the warm nest of nylon.
Even after he was drained, he gave a few more tugs to force the final drops of semen into the puddle in the girl's panties, then he sighed, put the soaked nylon down on the carpet beside the couch, smiled at the lovely, resting nudes, put his tool away and zipped his fly closed.
Telling himself it was time for the women to be alone, to share their intimate conversation in the aftermath of lesbian lust, Derek went outside.
As he walked away from the apartment building, the man wasn't sure where he was going, but before long he found out. Despite the strong ejaculation, his penis was stirring faintly, letting him know that it wasn't finished, that it would require more.
Impulsively he made a decision. Cruising wasn't normally his thing. He had more than enough friends of various sexual tastes, but this time the mood called for a stranger in strange circumstances.
Ten minutes later, he walked into the darkened skin movie house. Allowing time for his eyes to adjust to the near total darkness, he selected a seat in the back row, leaving one vacant seat between himself and the older man who sat with a jacket across his lap.
Reminiscent of what he had left behind in the apartment, two women were very busy on the screen. One of them, an older, plump matron, was fingering herself while lapping the younger, quite attractive woman. The scene was very realistic, Derek thought, then he again became aware of the older man to his left.
The man was panting loudly and the jacket kept moving, indicating that he was playing with himself. Derek felt his penis rise in very strong erection. Turning toward the man, he unzipped his fly and took the bone out, waving it at him.
The older man paused for just a moment, then a hand came out from under the jacket and as Derek moved closer, the hand wrapped around Derek's erection, squeezing what was so obviously ready for action.
"Help yourself," Derek said in a whisper and put a hand on the back of the man's neck.
He applied just a light pressure, the man looked around, saw that they were not being observed, then he bent over, moaning softly as he wrapped his mouth around the head of Derek's tool.
"Just what I needed," Derek told himself as the man's mouth worked up and down on his stiff tool, "a nice blow job in a movie house. Ah, that's nice. Keep on sucking and I'll give you plenty of semen to drink."
While he watched the continuation of the lesbian scene on the screen, Derek delighted in the blow job the man was giving him. When ejaculation was ready to happen, Derek held it back a little, put a hand on the man's neck again, then he began shooting semen into the wetly sucking mouth, holding his partner firmly by the back of the neck.
The man sucked him dry, then Derek sighed and pushed the head away.
"Please," the man whispered as he sat up and moved his jacket aside to show a semi erect penis.
Closing a hand around it, Derek began jerking the old man off. The penis still didn't harden totally, but Derek wasn't bothered by that, guessing that the man probably was never able to get it properly stiff. After just a little more of the jerking, the man squirmed in his seat and tried to get his penis out of Derek's grasp.
But Derek wasn't letting go. He gave the man's tool a few more jerks, then he was aware of the man's semen spurting into the jacket, over the man's trousers and on Derek's hand.
He didn't let go until the man was finished shooting his load, then he calmly wiped his hand on the jacket as he released the spent member.
"Shit," the man whispered in protest, "you made me go off all over my jacket. What a fucking mess."
"Tough luck, old timer," Derek replied in his own whisper as he smiled, "but if you're going to fuck around in theaters, you have to expect that sort of thing."
As he walked out into the lobby, a busty older woman smiled at him from behind the refreshment counter.
"Didn't you like the show?" she asked.
"It was all right, I guess," Derek told her, "but all I came for was a blow job and I got it."
"Christ, you don't look the type. What a waste."
"Cheer up, maybe next time you and I can find a nice private place so I can play with those big boobs while you eat my cock."
"That sounds more like it," she said and her smile widened. "You sure as hell don't look like no faggot."
Outside, Derek found a bar and ordered a drink to kill time.
"You look like you could use some action," the puffy blonde hooker said as she sat on the stool beside him.
"Lady," he told her with a grin, his tone sounding a little pained, "if that's how you read me, you need reading glasses.