Chapter 14
He didn't want to believe it. Was it going to be last night all over again? Was this shrimp of a girl going to do to his own wife what the boy had done next door? Where would they draw the line? Surely Karen couldn't allow herself to be seduced by another woman!
Greg leaned hard against the front door as he watched. He hated his hard-on, but there was nothing he could do about it. The game was another exciting prospect and he had to see it all. But why did he get so worked up sexually? What was in him that wanted to watch another contest of sexual wills?
He tried to shrug it off. He didn't have any answers anyhow, except that he hoped some good would come of all this. The ultimate test would come later, when he and Karen were alone long enough to make love themselves, as man and wife. If that worked better than it had in the last several months then they both will have learned that there is good in evil.
Good in this particular evil, at any rate. He blinked at the two women as they moved on in their cobra and mongoose contest.
Diana's hands went more deeply into the negligee and in a few seconds they'd scooped out a plump, white breast. It was a beautiful thing, and Greg could appreciate Diana's gasp of pleasure. It was full, unlined, and the nipple was a cherry red that morning, looking fresh and rested, ready for any adventure which might befall it
"Goodness me," Diana half whispered. "I guess I wasn't paying enough attention last night. It's really groovy."
"You saw too much last night, young lady," Karen snapped, and she was trying to be the stem mother type. But it wasn't working. There was no conviction in her voice. Diana had taken charge and everybody in the room knew it
"I sure learned a lot," Diana whispered. "A whole lot You're a very pretty lady and you sure got a lot going for you inside that body. Real stamina. The coach at high school would love you."
Karen tried once more to squirm away, but Diana held fast to the breast until Karen winced in pain. She didn't really put up a fight Instead she was leaning hard against the back of the couch, her hips still angled forward, her arms back along the couch to serve as props. She was fully exposed and she seemed helpless to know how to protect herself.
Diana lay the heavy breast in her small palm and she was barely able to contain it. It wanted to spill over either side. But as Diana rolled it back and forth the breast filled even more and became plump and firm. It retained its round shape after that, the nipple easing itself out from the cone of white flesh that surrounded it.
The child leaned down and placed her lips on the breast. The stifled gasp came from Karen, but she wasn't able to stifle it completely. Her hand went to her mouth and she bit her knuckles as the child pursed her lips and kissed the breast. She parted her lips and took in the nipple, letting it ease into her mouth as though it were a miniature penis.
Diana gurgled with pleasure as she sucked on the nipple, her body still swishing back and forth. She was loving it, loving the fact that this larger, older, adult woman was hers to do with as she pleased. She must have been filled with a great feeling of power, Greg realized. Her movements became more aggressive, more confident by the minute as she nursed on the breast.
It was Karen who made the next move. Gently she touched Diana's ears, at last easing the young face up from her breast. Then Karen, with her own hands, reached down into her bodice to produce the other breast. She smiled and offered it to her little friend as a gift, and Diana accepted it willingly.
The child shifted her face and that little rosebud mouth came down over the other nipple. She held the breast in both hands, and under her gentle massage it swiftly assumed the size and firmness of its twin. Karen rolled her eyes toward Greg, vague apology in her eyes.
Tm sorry, darling, but you know how it is."
Greg nodded. Somehow he didn't feel ashamed anymore. "Of course. Enjoy. Learn. Come back to me a better person."
I'll try, darling. You know I will."
Diana nursed from one breast to the other, taking her time, doing a thorough job on each before she at last lifted her face. "Did you like that?"
"Of course."
"Then what about me?"
Karen's hands fluttered. She wasn't accustomed to being the aggressor, but she did want to do her share now. She wanted to show her appreciation. Greg knew his wife well enough to figure out all that. She bit her lip and then she carefully turned Diana around. Her fingers found the zipper at the back of the child's neck, and she pulled it all the way down to the girl's waist
Both Karen and Greg were surprised somewhat to see that Diana wore a bra, but then it fit her little girl costume, a costume Sigrid had put the child into to make her appear innocent and even more young than she was. Greg believed he knew how Sigrid thought and he believed he'd figured out this ploy. It had been Diana's role this morning to put the make on Karen and she'd succeeded admirably.
Still working carefully, Karen turned Diana back toward her. Then she pulled gently at the child's shoulders, working her fingers under the long coppery hair and plucking the blouse down over her upper arms. The girl had pretty tanned shoulders, very thin, but nicely formed.
The girl stood obediently before Karen as the blouse was slipped down her arms. She lifted her hands as Karen pulled each sleeve free. Then the garment was eased from her body. The chaste white bra was lifting up and down faster now as the girl's breathing increased
They looked at that bra. It was nicely packed. Diana was growing up by the day-by the hour even, it seemed. She was more mature every time Greg looked at her. Her breasts had become swollen, of course, and they were pressing hard against their confining bra.
Karen reached under the girl's arms and around to the center of her back. There she easily opened the catch and the bra surged forward. It fell down the girl's arms and to the carpet at their feet, where the blouse had already plunged in a heap.
Ever the tidy housewife, Karen knelt and picked up the garments. She folded them and placed them on the other side of the couch. Then she turned back to Diana. She looked at the budding breasts with their virginal nipples, those two spots that seemed so fresh and innocent.
"You're a beautiful child, Diana," she purred, "and you're going to be a glamorous woman."
"Sure, sure," Diana rasped as her voice changed suddenly.
"What?"
"Come on, get on with it. Do your job, Mrs. Eastman. I didn't come here for a briefing. Come on, do me up good."
Karen licked her lips, flushed and glanced once at Greg. "Well, of course, but I thought you'd like to hear I'd like your mitts on my knockers. Everybody here seems to know that except you. Don't bother with the sales pitch. I know God-damned well how good I am and how much better I'm gonna be."
"Well...as you wish."
She placed her hands on the young breasts, gently, putting each palm under their undersides and then lifting. They came up nicely. There was bulk in them and there would be more. She dropped her thumbs to each nipple and pushed them as though they were doorbells. Greg imagined he could hear them ringing for joy.
Diana lips opened and she smiled. "There, isn't that real good?"
Karen nodded as though she'd become the child. "Just wonderful, my little girl."
She removed her thumbs, but she kept her hands under the breasts, lifting them up into position as she leaned down and placed her lips on one nipple and then the other. Diana shuddered at that, her hands making two fists, and she lifted her chin high. Her eyes stared at the ceiling as her mouth curled in a smile of sublime satisfaction.
Karen kissed back and forth. Then she placed both hands on the child's right breast. She lifted it exactly as she wanted it and then she took the entire end of the breast into her mouth. She sucked greedily and with some noise. Greg felt his cock lurch in excitement at the sound and the sight. Christ, Karen was going to pull the girl inside out.
She lifted her head and went after the other breast. Again she slurped noisily as she pulled white and pink flesh past her teeth. He could imagine that tongue swishing back and forth, rasping those nipples, driving Diana out of her little girl's mind.
At last Karen's golden head came up and she smiled fully into Diana's face. "There. Was that nice?"
Diana seemed weakened and at peace, almost as though she were going to swoon. "Neat for me. For you?"
"Well, I guess I'm getting with it." She nodded at Greg. "I'm turned on, darling. Just fun, that's all. No hang-ups, no terrible guilts. I'm just having a good time."
"Wonderful" Greg called.
Diana leaned forward, placing Karen's hands back on the edge of the couch. She covered the older woman's hands with her own, and she put her hips once again against Karen's. Slowly she ground back and forth again. Christ, Greg thought, that would be driving Karen out of her mind. That was how the girl was really breaking her down, turning her on, making her forget all about conscience.
And Karen had forgotten. Her head was rolling, her eyes also rolling up in her head. She was smiling as though she'd been fed drugs. She didn't care, Greg knew, just so she thoroughly enjoyed herself, just so she could forget her Puritan background from here on out and be a totally sexy female. He suspected she was over the hump on that score.
Now Diana was stepping back. She was untying Karen's white robe and parting it wide. Then she was removing it and gently tossing it over the back of the couch. She looked up and down that body which was only in its gossamer nightgown now. Karen's bobbing breasts were still exposed over the top of the lacy bodice, but even the rest of her could almost be seen through the material.
Greg had always considered the shimmering white thing Karen's most sexy nightgown, and he now realized that she'd put it on last night before getting into their own bed. Even though she'd been terribly tired and perhaps distraught at her sexual performance in 5-B, she'd still turned to that nightgown.
He figured it was some instinct that made her do it She knew she'd turned the sexual corner and she was going on with the correct image. She wanted to look sexy, even when she'd had more than enough. He wondered if he should have tried to put the make on her the night before.
He shuddered at the thought They were both so bushed. Still, perhaps he might have done something.. .
But now he watched as Diana leaned down and began lifting the nightgown. She eased the hem up over Karen's tanned and smooth thighs. Then she had it up over her crotch and they both looked into his wife's golden thatch. It was as beautiful and bright as ever. Nobody would ever guess that it had been so abused the night before.
The child lifted the nightgown up over Karen's head and she then draped it over the outside wrapper. Karen was naked and she made no attempt to cover herself. Instead she stood, still leaning against the couch, her hips angled forward invitingly. Diana licked her lips.
"You are a real pretty lady, Mrs. Eastman."
"I think I'm beginning to realize that," Karen replied with a low and seductive laugh.
The girl was working faster now. She lowered her head and kissed those pointing nipples once again. They were ready, primed, and Greg could almost hear the tingling ripple through Karen's body. He saw her flush of pleasure and he knew from experience that she was almost ready for an orgasm.
The girl's sweet young lips went down over Karen's belly. Karen sucked it in sharply but, when Diana waited with patience, the belly came out again. The pink tongue went into her navel, and then it went even lower, into the top of her stiff pubic forest. There the mouth and tongue wormed about for several minutes.
The girl's sweet young lips went down over Karen's blue eyes. Green eyes met blue eyes for a long minute. "Are you all ready, Mrs. Eastman?"
"I'm ready, my little darling."
The girl's coppery head plunged into the golden thatch and, mouth open, tongue out, it headed straight for Karen's cunt. Her lips were already puffy and glistening as her body prepared itself for the final act. The child's aim was perfect and her lips closed over the gaping cunt. The tongue lanced out an instant before contact so that Greg could catch sight of it lancing directly up into that box.
Karen shuddered and cried out and she wrapped her arms around Diana's head, hugging her to herself, pressing that young face all the way home. Indeed, she looked as though she were trying to push the entire head up into her womb, as though she were giving birth in reverse.
Diana shoved herself in as hard as she could, and as Karen's thighs came up to wrap themselves around that head, her feet, of course, left the floor. But she was sitting on the back of the couch now and her balance was perfect. She hugged that coppery head, and her hips began to slam into it with a fury Greg hadn't known she possessed.
Then she was coming, crying out in a high thin voice that wouldn't penetrate the apartment walls. She was lifting her face to heaven, her mouth wide open, her golden hair tousled. She shuddered as though she were taking physical blows to her body...time after time after time.. .
At last she slumped and she let her head roll over on top of Diana's back. The htde girl extricated herself, pushed Karen's feet back to the floor, and then she helped her senior partner regain her balance. Karen stood, knees still wobbling, as Diana peered intently into her face.
"All right now?"
Karen nodded. "Except for you."
Diana giggled. "Now, at last you're getting the picture. You've become a member of the team. All right, go your best, Mrs. Eastman"
Karen struggled to get control of herself, squaring her shoulders and then blinking rapidly until she was able to focus her eyes. She smiled over at Greg.
"How'm I doing, honey?"
"Great," he called, and he meant it He'd already had a small orgasm of his own and he could feel the soggy stuff in his pants.
But Karen was going to work now. She fiddled with the waist of Diana's skirt until she'd opened it. It fell to the carpet. Then she rolled down the chaste white panties until the girl stepped out of them with dainty movements. Karen folded the things and placed them to one side.
Now Diana stood before her, naked and beautiful in her youthful innocence. Her hips were beginning to flare, Greg noticed again, her breasts to burgeon, her belly to take on its first mature roundness. She was truly beautiful and he wanted to step in and take her himself.
But he watched as Karen dropped to her knees. She wrapped her arms around that slim and tight bottom. Then she rested her forehead against the belly. Her lips were pursed and they kissed the navel, the tongue drilling into its depths until Diana began to shudder much as Karen had done.
Then Karen was working down into that sparse coppery pubic area, parting the hairs with her pointed tongue and then placing her lips fully on the young pussy. Diana shuddered again as though she'd been kicked in the stomach. So did Greg. He was going off in his pants and he couldn't make himself hold back.
He watched Karen kiss that cunt and then shove her tongue inside, just as Diana had done to her. It was a fair exchange and both women were going crazy with sexual joy. They were shaking, occasionally giggling, staggering together. Diana got a tight hold on Karen's golden head and kept that face where she wanted it to be.
The young girl came almost at once, expending her youthful energy with a sudden gush of juices so that Karen's face came up dripping. Diana was weak for an instant, but her strength came back. Karen was on her feet and the women were embracing like true lovers.
They stepped apart, holding hands, and both looked toward Greg. He slowly clapped his hands, but they were looking down at his crotch.
"See? He digs us."
Indeed he does," Karen murmured. "Let's see how much he digs us."