Chapter 6
Marilyn was awakened by a bright shaft of sunlight streaming through the bedroom window. She sighed, took a deep breath, and rolled over. For a moment she did not realize where she was, then she sat up straight and peered out the window. There were green trees and purple mountains, and clean, fresh air to breathe. What a beautiful place her friend Dorie had grown up in.
She rolled out of bed and looked for something to put on. She had to use the bathroom at the end of the hall. Dorie and her father would still be in the sack, so why bother to put anything on? She crept quietly to the bathroom door. The door was cracked open and she heard the splatter of urine. Before she could turn away, she caught sight of Mr. Johnson with his dick out.
She took a better look when she saw how stiff and red his cock was. The sight of it paralyzed her and she stood gaping. Mr. Johnson stood over the bowl with both hands on his hips. The piss streamed down in a yellow spray. It was fascinating to see a man take a leak, she thought. She had seen her own father piss on several occasions. The whole routine that men went through was such a masculine trip. She had always thought it would be a kick to sneak into a municipal John without being seen and watch the guys pull out their cocks. And how nice it would be to suck and get down on one as pretty as Mr. Johnson's.
His dick was sort of big and red like an overcooked sausage. He had skinned it back and it looked like it was on fire! When he finished pissing, he shook his cock and flushed the bowl.
She hurried back to her room and closed the door quietly. Shame on you, she told herself. You just don't invade other people's privacy-after all, you are a guest here. Yeah ... but Dorie's father sure is a sexy fucker. I wouldn't mind giving him some pussy. I like older men because they add their experience to their fucking....
She stretched out on the bed in a beam of sunlight. Her bladder was full and now she had horny thoughts to go along with that. The sun felt so nice and warm over her naked body. Maybe Dorie would take her to the beach. Hmmm, she was getting turned on by the sun's rays. Having seen Mr. Johnson's dick made her want to fuck and suck it. What a wicked person you are, Marilyn!
Very slowly her hands came down to cup her pussy mound. She squeezed it slightly to stir her passion. The clit was so hot she could barely stand to touch it. Dorie had gummed her a little too hard, but she had done a sweet job. She spread the hairs on her cunt apart and then sent an adventurous finger down to probe the opening. Her slit was sloppy wet, absolutely leaking buckets ... She inserted one finger and the sensation was so good, she had to draw her thighs together and lock her knees. There was a battle being joined between her legs. One side telling her to stop beating her meat, another side calling her chicken shit for abusing her free spirit. She had to do something quick to relieve the cuntal ache. If only she had not seen Mr. Johnson's cock!
She looked over at her half-filled suitcase. Damn it! She forgot to bring the dildo on the trip. A vibrator would have been just as nice. And there was nothing in the room that would serve as a substitute ... although she could use her fingers to masturbate. But her clitoris had been dulled by Dorie's mouthing it so hard. She would need something or some object stronger than a goddamn finger!
Maybe it was the fresh country air that was making her so horny for a fuck this early in the morning. Usually she never got horny until after her first morning class. By noon her panties would be dripping cunt juice.
She moved off the bed and stood before the mirror on back of the door. She took a good look at her reflection and moved closer. If she was someone else-would she get horny for her body? What was there about her body that turned Dorie on so much? She pressed her breasts flat against the cold mirror. A thrill shot through her! The surface was titillating to her lower body. She stood there flat against it, pushing out her pelvis and trying to make her pussy rub. Then she could feel it on her pussy hairs and she rolled harder into the glass.
She smoothed one side of her face against the glass. She saw a lovely redhead looking back at her. She wanted to kiss this sumptuous creature, exotic bitch that she was ... Why not do it if it could be a big turn on? She kissed the reflection of lips and tongued the other tongue. She could feel the warm trickles of pussy fluids seeping out of her cunt hole and down her hot thighs; she wiggled and dryfucked the mirror. She imagined that there was a stiff prick wanting to poke her. She shuddered with the perverted thrill she was receiving. She was getting off on her own body. She thought about how Dorie loved to suck and tug on her titties; they were king-sized and shook quite a bit, but she never appreciated them. That is, until this very moment, looking at how delicious they appeared, white and creamy with a red cherry atop them for nipples. She squeezed one tit. Hmmm, they were soft and felt spongy and they kept sliding out of her fingers. They were big, round balls of mercury and she rubbed them in a circular motion, clockwise, sometimes the reverse. It was a sensuous trip while she stood there getting even hornier. She did not know about most girls, but when she got hot, it was sheer misery. She could not even sit down, which was a credit to her fat ass. Her ass was not really fat, but somewhere in between. Her cheeks were nice to feel over and shape....
She reached for her buttocks and let them sit in the palms of her hands. Then she spread her asscheeks apart as wide as possible-and poked a stiff finger up her asshole. Her head rocked back and she moaned passionately. She looked again at her reflection and kissed herself. She wiggled her hips because the finger jammed into her asshole made it impossible to stand still ... She had nice, shapely hips, not too large, and Dorie liked them a lot, she thought. In fact, each of the girls she had gone with really dug her ass. She withdrew the stiff finger and held it to her lips. She closed her eyes and thought of Dorie's asshole ... how it turned red after a good sucking out ... how the sweet aroma aroused her. She puckered her lips and sucked the finger clean, oozing in the splendid taste of her own passion....
She flung herself away from the mirror. What was she doing? She knew what she was doing; she was trying to get her rocks off. She turned and faced the door. The doorknob would do nicely. She moved to it. It was just a little too high to come in contact with her cunt. She lifted up on her toes and the knob fitted just under her hot clitoris. She could still rotate her hips and dryfuck the knob. She rolled against it, seething in fuck-lust, making her pussy hotter than a firecracker! The knob was cold at first but then became very pleasant as she let her imagination take her to a point beyond perversion.
She rocked her pelvis from right to left. With each movement the lips of her pussy were forced wider and wider. The circumference of the doorknob was three inches, at least. She did not know if she could do it, but she was going to do her damnedest. She arched up higher and pushed her snatch up against it. The lips of her pussy almost made it-half the knob was sunk into her cuntal tunnel. But that proved to be sufficient. She went off with such a staggering fuck-jolt that it nearly knocked her back onto the bed. As if she had been given an electric shock of an orgasm; one so astoundingly solid and good that she trembled and shuddered from head to toe....
That day Dorie took Marilyn on a sightseeing tour of Kingsport. It was a pleasant little town and most of the inhabitants were wealthy, retired businessmen. The townspeople were quaint, as were the old rustic storefronts. There was a pleasant tranquility that added to the warm atmosphere. Dorie explained that, in spite of the tranquil appearance, there were hot happenings behind closed doors. The number of teenage unwed mothers was Kingsport's second claim to fame, the first being the place where there were more millionaires retired per square inch than anywhere else.
The tour ended with the girls having a refreshing cocktail at the Sunset Country Club. They sat under the sun on the terrace that overlooked the nineteen tennis courts and a sprawling golf course. The women that Marilyn noticed were the stereotypes expected of the wives of wealthy men, all sporting dark tans, white, wide-brim sunhats, and stuffed into tight white shorts. They were bored bitches that had nothing to do to fuck away their husbands' money. Now they had turned their faces toward a more dangerous sport: finding young studs with enough honor to keep their mouths shut. The lack of discretion was the focal point that made them bitchy. Men just couldn't be trusted when there were large sums of money involved. And these fine but horny ladies were not about to risk their livelihoods by flirting with dumb fuckers who didn't know enough to keep cool.
J. B. Pennyweather walked up and introduced himself to the girls. A polite chat followed, with the emphasis on how lovely Mr. Pennyweather thought Marilyn was. Then he politely left their table.
"What the fuck is he all about?" Marilyn asked Dorie.
"He's the local wolf, you might say. He thinks he's hot shit because he has so much money. He usually pays young cunts, under-age, I hear, to suck his prick."
"He wasn't half bad in those sexy tennis shorts. He looked as if he was well hung."
"He is also very much married to a lovely lady, so don't go getting any ideas."
"Well, he did invite me to see his yacht."
"That's his same routine. He picks up a chic chick and tries to impress her with his wealth. Then takes her out on the boat and damn near rapes her!"
"Well ... I'm only here for the summer, and you said to have fun. One more question."
"What is it?"
"Don't look around now, but there's a chick sitting at the table behind us. What's her story? She's been giving me the eye since we sat down."
When Dorie had the chance, and without being too conspicuous, she turned around to see who Marilyn meant. It was Felicia Waters.
"That's who I thought you were talking about," said Dorie. "I was wondering when you'd get around to asking about her. She's a real knockout, isn't she?"
"I love her outfit ... all decked out in yellow ... and what a deep tan. I think she sunbathes naked."
"She does-at a nude beach called Diablo. That's where the wealthy folks play let-me-see-yours-and-I'll-show-you-mine! Dear Felicia has a reputation for being the local cocksucker. She visits her friends' husbands while they're working at the office-you know, just happens to drop in. She gives the guy a blow job right there in his office. It is also rumored that's how she married into her money. She has been divorced no less than six times, and all the husbands left her a handsome estate, which lets her live like a queen."
"I can tell she also digs women."
"She goes both ways. She made a play for my Steven once. All these old bitches know about his big fuckin' cock. It adds local color to tell about the kid with the fire hose for a dick. Well, I told her off good! That's why she won't speak to me to this day. The bitch! Let her suck somebody else's man off, not my Steven!"
Marilyn looked rather sad.
"Oh, Marilyn, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I love you too. But my love for Steven is a different one."
"It's cool. I know you have to think of your future. It's just a little tough right now. And like you said, I'm here to meet people. So if you will excuse me...."
"Don't you dare! If you do what I think you're going to...."
"Watch me. After all, you have your precious Steven."
Marilyn calmly got up and walked over to Felicia Water's table and struck up a conversation. It was mutual heat from the beginning and Felicia invited Marilyn to sit and talk for a while. Dorie sat alone bristling with anger. To add insult to injury, Marilyn left the country club with Felicia. Dorie was so livid that she broke the glass she had been holding in her hands. The bitch!
Marilyn followed Felicia down the dimly lit hall of the old mansion into a study. It was a beautiful room with long curtains hanging from the ceiling, and French doors that opened onto a terrace that overlooked a fantastic garden. Marilyn had not gotten a good look at Felicia during the drive here, but now she was getting an eyeful.
Marilyn sat down and stared rudely across the room at Felicia. Felicia looked absolutely stunning in the short tennis dress. The white material showed off her dark tan beautifully. The folks here in Kingsport seemed to pride themselves on their dark skins. Her hair was pulled back in a twist with a fall at the rear. The hair was streaked blonde, a perfect frame for her sexy, exquisite face. There were large deep pools of blue eyes, accented professionally by false lashes. The mouth was thin and bow-shaped, curling sweetly, selfishly at the corners: lips that were moist and lush. Lips that adored virgin pussy. Although the slender face was exquisite in beauty, still the hard lines of reality said that she was a seasoned dyke.
She probably wasn't a very good tennis player because her knockers were so large. She would not have a very good overhand because the taut bra hinders the lifting of the arms, which was the main reason that boyish females made the best tennis players. The less tits, the better the strokes. Felicia's jugs were like moons pushing out of her dress. They were a bursting bloom of prickly nipples, reflecting rich lusts. They were delicious, tanned marshmallows, ripe, seasoned, ready for roasting by a hot, thirsty tongue. The neckline of the dress dipped deep enough to expose the half-cups of her luscious titties.
"What would you like to drink, my dear?"
"Scotch over will be fine, thank you."
Marilyn tried to relax and made herself familiar with the surroundings. It was evidently this creature's workroom where she transacted deals worth millions of dollars, perhaps. It had a very feminine touch, while also being coldly masculine. Like the leather chair and the wood-framed old masters on the walls, there was a trophy case of some kind....
She could see it from where she sat, but the case looked full of whips and torture gadgets. Good, she thought. Maybe this adventure would turn out to be exciting. She needed a new trick.
Felicia poured the drinks and came to the sofa. She handed the drink to Marilyn. Their eyes met and Marilyn looked away. Just as Felicia thought, the fish wanted to be baited. Typical of a city broad: she had forgotten that in the country the tension was less. The ice would have to be broken first.
"Would you like some grass?" She wondered if her pigeon would need a crutch or an excuse for fucking her.
"Yes, if you have some."
"I have it right here." Felicia whirled around, opened the desk and held up several joints. She lit one and gave Marilyn a chance to continue looking her over.
Marilyn liked what she saw. Felicia's legs were long and shapely. The hips were narrow and the ass was barely a pout. She must be a very sensitive woman who probably had continuous orgasms. She had hot panties and Marilyn knew the signs: the constant shifting of weight, the knees tightly locked together, as though the thighs were fucking each other.
Felicia turned and brought the joint to Marilyn. Felicia waited to see how Marilyn puffed it, if she was square or not. Marilyn was nipper than she had thought.
"Why did you introduce yourself that way at the club? Did you and Dorie have a bet of some kind?"
"No. Why do you ask?"
"I just know Dorie hates my guts. I tried to fuck her precious Steven. You know him, don't you?"
"Yes, I know Steven. And Dorie is my best friend."
"Who's fucking who?"
Marilyn cocked her head and stared into Felicia's eyes. She could dig the direct approach; there was no need to beat around the bush if you were for real.
"I'm fucking Dorie right now-you know how that is. I found her lonely, afraid, neurotic ... I loved and petted her and now she's mine."
"I see...."
Marilyn squinted up at her, playing the role of the hip dyke. She let her long hair fall sensuously over one eye. She had to admit that Felicia had impressed her and was devilishly sexy.
Felicia sat down in front of Marilyn. Her dress was pulled far back over her thighs, far enough to show the white panties beneath. Her knees bent a little as she absentmindedly caressed the inside of her upper thighs. In that movement, the thin panties highlighted the bush growing over her cunt.
Marilyn saw the dark slit of her pussy and how there were long strands escaping.
Felicia's eyes turned on her, scolding beady slits that reprimanded her for having been born female ... and so goddamn sexy. Marilyn resented being made to feel like a horny bitch dog having a piece of meat dangled just out of reach and being dared to try for it.
"Did Dorie tell you my secret?" Felicia asked in a whisper.
"She said that you've been known to play around with a few chicks. That's cool. You seem to be an interesting person. And I have nothing but time on my hands for the entire summer. Dorie won't have time for me because of fucking precious Steven."
"At least you're honest with yourself. Dorie had better be careful or some old cunt will steal that long cock of Steven's. Personally, I would like to bite it off. I'm not your liberated female; I think every man with a monster of a prick stands in direct competition with my purpose."
"And what is your purpose?"
"Pleasuring young tender birds like you before they get their dicks into you. You see, I know what a long cock can do to you. I got hung up once, gave the guy everything I owned, my diamonds, everything! He even took my color TV when he split-he could have considered my pleasures; I didn't have Johnny Carson to watch anymore. We spent an awful lot of time viewing instead of screwing. I met a dyke soon after and things worked out all right. I hope my straight language doesn't offend you."
"Not at all." She rested her head against the sofa. The grass was taking effect and she was drifting ... "Oh, men lay such bullshit trips on your head. Wow, man, like all you want to do is please them and they take off on an ego trip ... far fucking out! The hell with men. I don't blame women for turning to other cunts. Look at the way men have fucked things up. Not even the President is above suspicion any more. Men would rather make money than fuck women. Who the hell are women going to fuck?"
"Each other, of course, my dear."
"Right on. You can't find a decent man to ball. A guy takes you out and buys you dinner and wants to get into your snatch right away. To hell with that horseshit-just give me equal pay and I'll support myself. I don't need a man to lean on anymore. You can get any man to fuck you-if not, there are plenty of available lesbians about these days."
"Let's drink to a world without men. Here's to 2008 when this country will be dominated by females." She posed with the drink in hand, curving her hips sexily.
Felicia pulled up the tennis dress. The briefs choked her luxurious thighs beautifully. Marilyn would go her one better-she stood up and stripped down to her panties.
All the while, Felicia stood there and watched. She reached behind her dress and unsnapped the top. The dress fell to the floor. Then she peeled off her briefs to reveal her naked pussy.
Felicia walked over and sat on the arm of the sofa. She put an arm around Marilyn and leaned over for a kiss. Marilyn drew back then eagerly surrendered her lips. Felicia gave her a tongue-lashing that was enjoyable, juicy and soul-stirring for both of them.
While they kissed, Felicia caressed Marilyn's long legs. Marilyn squirmed and slid her ass forward a bit. The hand felt up along her thighs until it reached the pussy mound, bypassing the clitoris to squeeze and taunt the open cunt hole.
Felicia drew Marilyn to her feet and they exchanged glances. A painful expression came over Marilyn's face as if she had finally gotten the chance to feel this woman's magnificent body. Felicia held her and kissed down the side of her neck, working her thighs up into the younger girl's crotch. They dryfucked until they were both too weak to stand.
Felicia palmed a tit and held it out for Marilyn to kiss. Marilyn moved closer and took the nipple between her teeth then lapped the flat of her tongue all around the tit. She squeezed it hard, and it disappeared deep into her mouth; while she sucked the tit, she also dug her fingers into the woman's cunt. She became turned on from feeling so much warmth between the golden thighs.
Felicia hadn't had a good fuck for a long time, and she was eager for young tender meat. She pushed Marilyn down on the sofa and knelt beside her. She took a long look at the naked body, trembling all over as if she had just stolen something and feared getting caught. Instinctively, she caressed up and down the lush body, stroking, teasing and making suggestive circles with her fingers around the navel. She kissed her thighs, starting at the kneecap slurping up to the conjunction of the thighs. She brought her lips up further along the fleshy thighs. She saw how soupy-wet the pussy hole was, the trickle of fluid staining the sofa. Seeing this young girl wiggle and beg, bolting up and down, made Felicia want the cunt all the more. She kept licking at the opening until Marilyn's silky legs opened wider so that she was spread-eagled. Felicia tasted and sucked her pussy and made the clitoris stand up as stiff as her thumb.
"Hmm, you taste delicious, sweetheart. It's fun eating your cunt!" Felicia's head went back down and tongued the exposed clit.
"Oh, wow, it's good to me too. I've never felt it so hot before."
"Not even when you and Dorie play around?"
"Not even then! You do it differently-as if you really appreciate me...."
"Now I'll show you what you've been missing."
"I can hardly wait-do what you want with my pussy. I can stand a lot, so you don't have to go easy on me."
"Shit, I didn't intend to."
Felicia mounted her the way a man would. She took a stout hold on her asscheeks and yanked her cunt against her own. One of her thighs was between the younger girl's, and the other was outside; that way they both could rub their pussies together. Felicia, almost as if she were angry now, began fucking down into the creamy softness, dry fucking harder and faster. She stopped and drew away. That left Marilyn begging, moaning and grabbing for her arms to pull her back. But before Felicia began again to dryfuck her, Felicia made Marilyn kiss her.
When they had finished the tongue-kissing, Felicia again lowered down into the folds of pussy and worked the slimy cunt to a burning crisp. She didn't leave one spot of the crevice unlicked or untouched. She buried her head inside Marilyn's pearly white, fat thighs, and they both nearly exploded. Felicia's tongue was flicking fire and fanning that cunt to a fine morsel of toasty snatch.
Marilyn closed her eyes and enjoyed the lesbian fuck. She became tuned in to all the sensuous things Felicia was doing to her. She had to bite her lips to bear the exquisite sensations; her thighs were opened even wider for the tongue that licked with delicate control, and the speed of lightning!
She couldn't control her emotions, it was so weird-she felt as though she was going to burst into a million pieces. There was hot, sexy fluid inside her cunt rushing up to her pussy gate; waiting, thundering and demanding to have the dam broken down to loose the flood. There was this real slippery stuff trickling out over her thighs and Felicia acted as if that was truly what it was all about.
She strained until her pussy wouldn't stretch any more. Felicia bit the lips of her cunt, tasting the rich juices that were there letting them flood out and take the last of her sexual frustrations. Then just for a little while, she stuck her tongue deep into Marilyn's cunt. She felt the walls of her pussy channel clamp down and suck the tip of the tongue.
After Marilyn had come the first time, Felicia made her roll over on her stomach. She lay there shaking, gasping for breath and wondering what would be next. Felicia's face came over her pert buttocks. She began licking Marilyn's ass! Her right hand circled under and between Marilyn's thighs and tickled her clit at the same time.
She continued to lick over the round ass and in her crack until Marilyn couldn't stand it any more. Then very quickly Felicia changed positions so that the young girl's asscheeks were spread over her face. Felicia put the ass over her mouth and ate awhile in that position. Her hands spread the cheeks wide while she nibbled up at the knob of her snatch-hanging down in her face! She was driving Marilyn out of her mind; first poking her tongue around the asshole to the tip of the cunt, and the juice would drip into her open mouth. She would suck that in and then stick the tongue up into her cunt hole. She held it there and Marilyn had to fan her cute ass around to get some more action going! Then Felicia pushed her entire face further up between the asscheeks and stuck her wet tongue clear up inside the asshole. Marilyn went off with a jarring explosion, crying, cursing, and loving her newly found fuck-partner.