Chapter 6
Marylous Smith was a woman with gentle manners and a soft voice. She was basically attractive, but she'd never learned the art of wearing clothes. Some days her clothes were frumpy, other days dowdy, and usually just plain drab. The fact that she was flat-chested didn't help matters much. She had a trim figure, however, and good legs, the sort of legs that look good in high heels, which unfortunately she hardly ever wore. Her best feature was her face, an attractive face even without much make-up. Marylou's idea of doing her face was to put on a dab of lipstick and powder her nose. Somewhere in her past as an Iowa farm girl, Marylou had been taught that it was sinful for a woman to have a shiny nose.
The day after the interlude with Charlie Far-rell, Karen invited Marylou to have a drink with her after work. Marylou protested at first that she hated drinking in a public place, but she finally agreed to at least a glass of wine.
As they sat beside each other in a booth in a cocktail lounge, Karen decided that Marylou looked like a spinster school teacher instead of the secretary to the president of a corporation. Marylou was wearing a low cut peasant dress with a sagging neckline, her hair was tied up in a bun in the back and her lips had hardly any paint.
"I suppose you were were shocked by what you saw yesterday," Karen said.
Marylou blushed. "Yes, that's true," she said. She seemed upset that Karen had so directly brought up the fact that Marylou had seen Karen stark naked on Charlie Farrell's lap. Karen had no doubt that Marylou realized she and Charlie had been fucking up a storm, but she wondered if this drab-looking woman was sophisticated enough to be aware that
Charlie's cock had been plugging her ass. The question was intriguing. Marylou just didn't look like the sort of woman who indulged in ass-fucking. Karen tried to picture Marylou bending over to have her asshole stuffed by a fat cock, and the image almost made her burst out in giggles.
"Listen,'* Karen said quietly, "I know we ought to have locked the door or gone to a hotel or something, but we didn't and that's that. It's not like we've committed a crime, is it?"
"Of course not," Marylou said. "I'm not a child, you know."
"Then you're not upset or angry? You don't think I'm awful?"
Marylou blushed again, but this time a soft smile came to her lips as she looked away. "It's true I was shocked," she said. "But then I went home and thought about it and decided I was being a hypocrite."
"A hypocrite?"
"A hypocrite because I was a little bit jealous of you. You seemed to be having such a good time!"
Karen was astonished. All she could manage was a weak "Oh, my."
During the next hour Karen learned a great deal about Marylou Smith. She learned that
Marylou regretted her sheltered and uneventful life.
"I always wanted to be a sexpot," Marylou laughed. "I guess I'm just not the type."
"It's all in the mind, honey," Karen said. "A sexpot is just a woman who likes sex. If you like it enough, you find ways to do it."
"When I was a girl, I was told sex is sinful."
"You can't mean you're a virgin," Karen said. "I won't believe that."
"Oh, no," Marylou said as she wiped her pretty mouth with a napkin. "I've been married, you know. It only lasted a year, but it was a real marriage just the same."
Karen chuckled. "A year is long enough for a girl to learn how much fun a cock can be."
Marylou blushed and giggled, obviously thrilled by the special between-us-girls intimacy. Karen saw how excited Marylou was and decided to continue the direction of the conversation. It would be amusing to see what Marylou was like when she was all hot and bothered!
"I like them long and thick," Karen said matter-of-factly. "But of course, it's the thickness that counts. I'd rather have a short thick one than a long thin one, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, my!" Marylou gasped. "Someone will hear you!"
"There's nobody within twenty feet of us," Karen teased. "Getting back to cock, Charlie Farreirs cock is gorgeous. You ought to try it. I don't have a stake, you know. He's married anyway, isn't he?"
"Oh, God!" Marylou groaned. "I need more wine."
"Not here," Karen said. "Come home with me and I'll cook dinner for us."
After finishing a bottle of wine in Karen's apartment, neither of them had any interest in dinner.
"I feel tipsy!" Marylou giggled.
They talked about sex again. Now that she had enough alcohol in her to reduce her inhibitions, Marylou frankly admitted her hunger for an active sex life.
"Something would be better than nothing!" she groaned. "Although I don't think I could do anything with anyone in the office. Mr. Newcomb is an old fuddy and he just wouldn't understand."
Karen wondered about Arthur Newcomb, president of the company. It seemed strange to think of him as the man she was going to marry! But she was so close to her objective now, it was beginning to seem real.
"You need a lover," she said to Marylou.
"A girl gets tired of using her finger."
Marylou blushed furiously at the suggestion that she satisfied herself by masturbation. Karen laughed when she saw the effect of her words.
"Don't be silly, honey. We all do it. Let your hair down and admit that you play with your pussy sometimes."
"It's very sinful."
"The hell it is," Karen laughed. "Speaking about pussies reminds me that I have to pee. Hold the fort, honey. Corporal Karen will be back pronto!"
Inside the bathroom Karen had a crazy idea and realized she was drunk enough to do it. Stripping off her pantyhose and panties, she peed, wiped herself, and smiled at her own devilish conniving.
She returned to Marylou prancing on her high heels. Her legs were now bare, but otherwise she was still dressed as before. If Marylou noticed the difference, there was no sign of it. Deliberately careless about the arrangement of her dress, Karen slumped down on the sofa and pushed her hips forward until her bare pussy was partially uncovered.
A soft whimper of surprise came out of Marylou's throat. She stared at Karen's cunt as though she were hypnotized. Karen looked down at herself and chuckled.
"It's just us girls," Karen said. "I like to be comfortable. Anyway you've seen one of these before, haven't you, honey?"
"You're very . . . hairy," Marylou said in a subdued voice.
Karen discovered she enjoyed having the other woman's eyes on her pussy. It was true she was hairy, but so were a lot of other women- Marylou's cunt was probably cute and girlish. She wondered if Marylou had a gay streak in her. Was that why she shied away from men? Karen hadn't had a girl go down on her since her sleep-over nights as a teenager. She wouldn't mind it at all. As long as it was the other woman doing the eating, she knew it could be fun. She couldn't imagine herself getting down there and lapping the slime out of a woman's cunt, but there were different strokes for different folks and as long as it felt good and hurt no one, there was nothing wrong with it.
As usual, thoughts about having her pussy licked had turned Karen on. She looked down over her belly again at her tangled bush of dark cunt hair. The insides of her thighs felt warm and her pulse was racing.
This will probably blow her mind! Karen thought.
She slipped a hand between her parted thighs, tickled her cunt hair, and finally began fingering the pulsating lips of her dripping pussy.
"My God, what are you doing?" Marylou gasped.
Karen smiled. "It's just us girls, honey. All the talk about sex has made my little pussy all hot and bothered, anxious for attention. I bet your pussy is as wet as mine is, but you're too bashful to admit it. You can diddle yourself if you want to and keep me company."
"I couldn't!" Marylou groaned.
Karen groaned also, for for a different reason. Her finger had touched a particularly sensitive spot and the sensation was marvelous. She gently pulled back the hood of her clit and rolled the quivering little button around. With a soft moan she opened her thighs wide and closed her entire hand over her cunt. She rubbed her pussy, massaged her cunt lips, and vibrated the shaft of her clit with rapid motion.
"God, I'm wet!" Karen hissed. "You're not mad at me for doing this, are you, honey? Do you think I'm sinful?"
"I don't know what to think," Marylou moaned. Her eyes revealing her fascination, she watched intently as Karen continued strok-
ing herself.
Karen felt wild and wonderful. She found it tremendously exciting to have another woman watch her while she played with her cunt. Prying open her cuntlips, she pushed a finger inside her cunthole and bucked her hips to fuck her hand. Her pussy was sopping wet. The noise made by her churning finger was loud and clear.
Unbuttoning the top of her dress, she slipped a hand inside to play with her tits. Her nipples were stiff. She cupped and squeezed each tit and continued moving her hips in rhythm to the fucking motion of her hand.
"It feels so good!" Karen groaned. "I do it all the time. Nothing that feels so good can possibly be bad, honey, at least not when it comes to sex!"
Her teeth biting her lower lip, Marylou was obviously distraught.
"Are you turned on?" Karen said. "Does it turn you on to watch me play with my cunt?"
Marylou nodded. "I wish I were as brave as you are," she said in a trembling voice.
"Why don't you try, honey?"
"I don't know how to begin."
"Oh, honey," Karen said softly. "You can begin by taking off some clothes and showing me that sweet little pussy you're hiding under your dress.*'
Her eyes glued to the wet open gash of Karen's cunt, Marylou moved as though she were in a trance. Kicking off her shoes, raising her hips, she peeled off her pantyhose and panties in one smooth motion. Then she hesitantly pulled back her dress and slowly opened her thighs.
Karen smiled at the older woman's girlish blonde pussy. Marylou had hardly any hair on her cunt and her cuntlips were clearly visible. Poking its tender nose out between the ragged pink lips was a surprisingly large clit.
"Lovely," Karen said. She was tempted to reach out and touch her pretty pussy, but she had to be careful and restrain herself-a sudden move might frighten Marylou away.
"Don't you think this is wrong?" Marylou asked tremulously.
"Don't be silly," Karen said. She was fascinated by the lush apperance of Marylouy's cunt. Marylou's clit stood out like a stiff miniature cock, its lewd size contrasting with Marylou's sweet wholesome face.
Karen now recognized the intense hunger in Marylou's eyes, Swiveling her body toward the other woman, Karen pulled her cuntlips open and offered her pussy to Marylou.
Her face flushed, her breath hissing through her teeth, Marylou gazed at Karen's glistening red cunt. Then she raised her eyes and met Karen's.
"Go on, honey," Karen cooed. "I'd love it."
With a groan of despair and elation, Marylou swooped her mouth down on Karen's dripping cunt.
One thing was clear right at the beginning-Karen was completely in charge. She looked down at Marylou sucking her cunt and was thrilled at the power she had over the woman. She stroked Marylou's face while Marylou greedily sucked up the juices oozing from her cunt. Marylou seemed to revel in her submission. An intuitive flash told Karen that Marylou liked people to tell her what to do. She wants to be ordered around, Karen thought, and I'm here to do the ordering!
"Up, darling," Karen said. "Not so fast. I don't want to come yet,"
With a sucking sound, Marylou pulled her mouth away from Karen's steaming cunt.
"Oh, God!" Marylou moaned. "This is crazy!"
If she thought it was crazy, she made no effort to stop any of it. She meekly obeyed when Karen ordered her to take off her clothes. She stood before Karen stark naked.
She had small tits with wide pink nipples. Her ass was flat, and except for the obvious presence of a pussy, she reminded Karen of a boy.
Karen realized she'd be able to completely dominate Marylou. She realized that Marylou enjoyed being submissive, maybe even to the point of being somebody's slave. The idea of having a sex slave turned Karen on. It sent a thrill of anticipation racing up her spine.
"You don't have much in the way of tits," Karen said derisively.
Marylou looked down at her tiny tits and blushed. "I'm sorry," she said.
Karen had a sudden urge to thoroughly degrade her. Why not? Marylou obviously wanted it, didn't she?
"Show me your asshole," Karen said.
"What?"
Karen chuckled and then spoke harshly. "Your asshole, honey. You have one, don't you?"
A whimper came out of Marylou's throat. Turning her back to Karen, she leaned forward and pulled her asscheeks apart. Karen laughed softly at the sight of Marylou's puckered brown asshole.
"I know you were only married a short time," Karen said, "but did that husband of yours ever fuck you in the ass?"
"God, no!" Marylou groaned.
"Too bad," Karen snickered. "There's nothing like six inches of cock up your ass to make you feel like a woman. You don't know what you're missing, honey. Put your finger in there and test it out."
"But ..."
"Go on, darling, stick your finger up your ass. If you don't do it, I'll do it for you. Is that what you want?"
Moaning with embarrassment, Marylou probed her asshole with a forefinger. Karen watched a moment and then pushed Marylou's hand away. Hissing her delight in subjugating the other woman, Karen forcefully shoved her thumb in Marylou's asshole and her middle finger in Marylou's cunthole.
"Your pussy is all wet," Karen laughed, "This turns you on, doesn't it, honey?"
Marylou could manage no more than a groan in reply.
After thoroughly probing Marylou's cunthole and asshole with her fingers, Karen pulled her hand away and wiped it on Marylou's smooth white ass.
"That's enough," Karen said. "You can stand up straight now."
Marylou sheepishly straightened up and
Karen came around to face her. Playfully pinching Marylou's wide pink nipples, Karen kissed Marylou's cheek and whispered, "We're going to be good friends, aren't we, honey?"
Marylou shivered. "I don't like to get hurt too much."
"I understand," Karen said. "You just do whatever I want and I won't hurt you too much."
And so their twisted relationship began. For the next several weeks, Marylou came to Karen's apartment -directly after work in the evening. Karen amused herelf by having Marylou dress up in a maid's uniform. She would order Marylou to clean the apartment and cook dinner, but the real fun was having Marylou suck her pussy. Wholesome-faced Marylou soon developed into a voracious cuntlapper. She seemed to thrive on Karen's cunt juice, sucking and slurping it up whenever she had the chance.
Karen did not mention anything about her plans to become Arthur Newcomb's secretary. Then one day she decided the time had arrived. After dinner she ordered Marylou to strip off her clothes and lie down on the living room rug.
"Play with yourself," Karen said. Marylou was always most obedient when she was really turned on, and playing with herself while Karen watched usually did the trick.
Her eyes closed, her thighs wide open, Marylou rubbed her girlish pussy with a steady rhythm.
Karen removed her clothes and squatted over Marylou's face. Marylou opened her eyes and gazed up with adoration at the pink meat of Karen's dark-haired cunt.
Leering down at Marylou, Karen said, "Get me clean."
As Marylou opened her mouth and wagged her tongue in invitation, Karen lowered her crotch and began rubbing her wet cunt over Marylou's face.
"You're a cuntlapping bitch!" Karen hissed. "1 want you to suck my ass. Get your tongue in my asshole and ream me out!"
Marylou obeyed. Marylou always obeyed. In a moment Karen thrilled at the sensation of Marylou's wet tongue slithering inside her asshole.
"I want you to switch jobs with me," Karen said. "You'll be Charlie Farrell's secretary. He needs a woman who will take it up the ass and I think you'll do nicely."
Marylou's reply was a muffled groan, but Karen had no doubt she agreed.
"Suck me, you fucking cunt bitch!" Karen cried. "I'm coming!"
Her body convulsing, Karen mashed her cunt against Marylou's mouth. At the end Karen lost control and pissed on Marylou's wholesome face.
If Marylou minded, she said nothing at all.