Chapter 7
Marcy's cunt was still tender and swollen when she walked up to Helga's front porch and rang the bell Her hair was done up in a bun, she was wearing a very plain dress and flat shoes, and looking altogether as matronly as she could manage to look. Helga answered the door in a long white terry cloth robe, and seemed startled to find that her caller was Marcy Cooper. She looked pale as she nervously asked Marcy inside.
"I wasn't expecting company, but this is a pleasant surprise, " Helga said. "I was taking a nap."
"At the end of a hard day's work?" Marcy said, looking disapprovingly up at the taller woman.
"Yes, I, uh... May I get you some coffee? Or perhaps a glass of sherry?"
"I think we might both appreciate a glass or two of sherry while we talk about Cathy, " Marcy replied.
Marcy sat down on the couch while Helga went to get the wine. She didn't expect Helga to confess that she'd seduced Cathy, and her plan was to lead Helga to show that she was a lesbian before confronting her with the fact that Cathy had told her all about it. Helga returned with fresh make up on her face and a bottle of sherry and two glasses on a tray. The two women sat on the couch and sipped wine. Helga had no intentions whatsoever of making sexual advances at Marcy. She was deeply in love with her daughter, Cathy, and didn't really consider herself to be a lesbian at all. Both women were nervous, and each of them therefore was drinking the wine too fast. Marcy was looking ahead to the very near future, when they'd all be traveling together and promoting Cathy's career, and Helga was looking ahead to a time when she and Cathy could live together as lovers, and never have to see Marcy again. And Marcy was looking ahead to those times on the road when she could summon Helga to her bed and have the tall, blonde lesbian eat her cunt, while Helga was guiltily thinking back to how she had once again tricked Marcy's daughter into having sex with her that very afternoon.
Marcy led the conversation all around the edges of female loneliness and masculine roughness. Helga kept leading it back to swimming and diving and women's athletics. The level of the wine in the bottle quickly diminished, and Marcy was feeling its effects as she tried a more direct approach.
She cupped her hands under her tits and said, "I've been worrying lately that Cathy's been maturing too quickly. If her breasts get to be as big as mine, they'll interfere with her swimming speed."
Helga knew very well Cathy's tits were already too big for a competitive swimmer, but she said, "Oh, no. This is nothing to worry about."
Marcy smiled and went on fondling and cupping her tits. "Big tits are always an asset when it comes to nasty old men, but not when it comes to athletics. But you have a pair of big tits. Did that hurt your career as a diver?"
"Not at all, " Helga lied, and watched as if paralyzed as Marcy reached out and untied her sash and opened her robe.
"Beauties!" Marcy murmured, and indeed she hadn't expected to find such a pair of big, heavily pendant tits on a woman as slim as Helga. She tested their weight in her hands, feeling wonder-fully mischievous in teasing a lesbian like this.
Helga still sat as if paralyzed. It was utterly weird to see and feel Cathy's mother's hands on her tits. Though she didn't like it at all, she couldn't help but react to it, for she couldn't help but think about Cathy's hands caressing her tits. Helga's nipples became stiff and elongated as Marcy toyed with her big, round tits. When Marcy's fingers gently pulled at her stiffened nipples, Helga very clearly felt it in her cunt. Helga was getting aroused and she didn't like it at all, and so she brushed Marcy's hands away from her and reached for the bottle to refill their glasses.
Marcy giggled and sipped her wine and said, "Yeah, you've sure got'em. They're as big as mine, and my tits make it hard for me to swim fast. You want to see?"
Helga sat nervously clutching her wine glass, then gulped down its contents as the smiling Marcy opened the front of her dress, baring a beautiful pair of tits. Helga's tits were big and round, drawn down into discoid shape by their weight. Marcy's tits were equally big, but much more conical and upright. Marcy's nipples were bright pink cones, turgidly stiff and pointing accusingly at Helga as Marcy warmly caressed the fully rounded under swells of her tits. Helga's nipples were larger, drawn down into ovals by the weight of her tits.
Marcy reached behind her head and loosened her hair, and her lovely big tits swayed and jiggled as she shook out her long red tresses, fondling her tits once again, and saying, "Cathy tells me you've done your best to keep her tits from getting so big. Some sort of exercise. I suppose it's too late for me, but would you show me what it is you do with her?"
Helga certainly didn't want to lay hands on Cathy's mother, but nevertheless her hands were reaching out and touching those beautiful tits. She stumbled and stammered through some sort of an explanation about breast reduction massage while Marcy sighed and smiled and inched closer to her on the couch.
Now that she'd touched Marcy's tits, Helga didn't want to let them go. Of course they were wonderfully sensuous to touch and a perfect delight to caress, but they were also a preview of Cathy's tits as the girl grew into a woman. More than slightly drunk by then, Helga dreamed on to her future with Cathy as she fondled and squeezed the big tits of Cathy's mother.
Marcy was getting drunk, too, and certainly getting aroused. She had worn neither panties nor bra beneath her dress, and as her daughter's lesbian lover played with her tits, she could feel the soreness of her cunt being replaced by very moist comfort. Looking down at Helga's long, graceful hands caressing her tits, she was now looking forward to sometime soon when Cathy's hands would be there, too. Why not? From what she'd so far experienced of lesbian sex, it was certainly thrilling. And it would be even more thrilling with two women loving her up, one of whom was her daughter. Furthermore, with both Marcy and Helga helping Cathy in her career, she would surely succeed without any help from Walter. The Olympics, Hollywood, TV, anything seemed possible to conquer with their triple charms.
"Mmm. Your hands feel so nice on my tits. D'you mind?" Marcy said, and reached for Helga's warm globes. "So much better than a man's hands. Don't you think?"
"I... have very little experience with men, " Helga said, by then completely mesmerized by Marcy's big tits in her hands, and by Marcy's hands softly working on her naked tits.
"I can't understand why, " Marcy said, moving closer still, and successfully hiking the hem of her skirt past mid thigh as she did so. "You've not only got a beautiful pair of tits, you're a very beautiful woman. So warm and soft and loving, I'd think every man you met would be after you."
"I've been pursued. I've been caught. But the men who've caught me have all been disappointed, and haven't come back to try again. You have very beautiful tits, too, Marcy. I'll bet you have no trouble with your men."
"No trouble except getting tired of them with their rough hands and their hard old cocks. I much prefer softness, " said Marcy, licking her very soft lips with a tongue that was too inviting for Helga to resist.
It seemed as if Helga was kissing Cathy at first. But Cathy's sweet lips never tasted of the mature, womanly lust that flowed forth from the lips of her mother. What began as a soft touching of lips suddenly zoomed into a hot, closely clasping embrace, with both women now mauling the tits they'd been fondling, and each of them probing deeply with her tongue in search of more of the taste of the other. When the long kiss was ended, both women were panting and looking hotly into each other's eyes.
"Helga, what are you doing to me?" Marcy ardently asked.
"I didn't mean to ... " Helga's words were cut off by Marcy's hot mouth, demanding and giving much more of the sample they'd already taken.
They strained at each other now, twisting ever closer on the couch. Helga's robe had come open and Marcy's hands were inside it, and Marcy's skirt was now up to her hips and Helga's hand was clutching hard at her soft, full thigh. Helga was still getting jumbled up flashes that this was Cathy in her arms, but Cathy had never responded with such demanding ardor to any of the kisses they had shared in this house.
Marcy suddenly pushed Helga away, then grabbed her and kissed her again. She was really very hot, but acting much hotter, and doing her best to make it seem as if Helga was the aggressor.
"What are you doing to me?" said Marcy. "My God, I've never felt this way with a man in my life. Helga, how can we keep away from each other when we go with Cathy to her swim meets? I had no idea you were a lesbian. I never dreamed any woman could make me feel that way, too. If we go on, Cathy's sure to find out about us. And when she does, we're sure to drag her right into bed with us. Helga, we've got to stop this madness!" Marcy said, and threw herself at the highly aroused and hotly confused blonde and kissed her more passionately still.
Helga didn't know who it was she had in her arms, and she could no longer care. She had hot, lusting feminine beauty all around her, and although her eyes were closed, she could clearly see it was Cathy Cooper she held in her arms. She saw Cathy and some other woman she didn't care who thrashing and wrestling naked on a bed.
There were enough silken arms and legs to make it seem as if there were three women there on the couch, and certainly enough naked tits.
Helga found her hand was up under a skirt and encountering naked cunt, all hot and wet and hairy. For an instant she realized it was the cunt of Cathy's mother she was feeling, but then a pair of warm thighs closed hard on her hand and it didn't matter whose cunt it was. At that moment, Helga gave up any pretense of being less than a lusting lesbian and cast aside any restraints.
"Just relax, my pretty, " Helga purred at the delicate ear of the girl she was with. "We're alone and no one can see us. I'll make you feel so good. What a warm, lovely cunt you've got. And such gorgeous big tits. This kind of love is the best there is. Relax. Lie back. I'll make you feel better than you ever dreamed you could feel. I'll make it so you'll laugh at the next man who tries to shove his dirty cock up your beautiful cunt."
All aglow with good feeling, Marcy lay back on the couch, quite ready to receive the ardent attentions of this woman who needed her so, and who would do all in her power not only to make Cathy famous and Marcy rich, but also do all she could to satisfy them both sexually. As Helga buried her mouth in Marcy's soft throat and warmly rubbed at her cunt, Marcy smiled at the thought of her doing those same thing to her in a Hollywood hotel suite. As Helga cast off her terrycloth robe and started lavishly kissing Marcy's lolling tits, Marcy could see it all happening just like that in a New York penthouse. Marcy spread her naked legs and settled down to enjoy the first of thousands of cunt kissing she'd get from this woman as they traveled all over the world.
Marcy's dress was all bunched up about her waist. Helga's hot kisses went up and down from there to Marcy's panting mouth several times before they crossed that border of twisted cloth. Marcy indeed had a gorgeous cunt, a triangular patch of silky red hair set closely between a pair of soft, superbly tanned thighs. Consumed by the freedom of being an all out lesbian at last, Helga had to have all of that beautiful cunt. And Marcy certainly wanted her to have it.
"Yes, darling! Oh, please!" Marcy said, with her hand on the back of Helga's neck. "Oh, how I want to feel your hot mouth on my cunt. I've had it done for me before, but only by dirty old men, and never by a beautiful woman like you. Ever since I first saw you I wanted to feel your mouth down there between my legs, kissing me, sucking me, making me feel like a woman at last. Kiss it, darling! Helga, put your beautiful mouth on my beautiful cunt and kiss it and suck it all over!"
Inspired by this, Helga climbed up on the couch to get her hot face completely in between the legs of this beautiful woman so willing to surrender herself completely to the delights of lesbian love. Her cunt was a deep split, edged with lips whose pink flesh showed up brightly and wetly through the silky red hair of her cunt. Helga lowered her face and kissed all through the red hair, felt a sustaining surge of lesbian lust as the woman below her arched up her body to offer her more of her cunt.
Helga was grinning as she covered the cunt with hot kisses, avoiding the most sensitive parts of the cunt, those parts which she knew so well, and building the woman up to a frenzy of wanting and sharing before she would go on to satisfy her as she'd never been satisfied before. She wanted this woman begging and pleading before that would happen. She wanted this woman completely enslaved to the touch of another woman's mouth on her cunt, so much so that she'd never again look at a man without laughing at him. Without even extending her tongue from her hotly kissing mouth, Helga soon had the red haired cunt dancing and leaping and reaching before her face. Then she threw one leg over the writhing body on her couch and moved in with her flashing tongue and her sucking lips.
The first stab of the lesbian's long warm tongue through her slit brought Marcy on up to orgasm. She'd been led to that point very beautifully, and now as she reached it she cried out in her ecstasy and clutched at whatever she could in her burgeoning need to hold onto the pleasures she felt in her cunt. Her hands clasped around Helga's silken smooth arms that seemed thicker than they should have been, and Marcy opened her eyes to realize she was holding Helga's legs.
Not a foot before her face was Helga's cunt, a thick tangle of blonde hair that was somehow very wildly beautiful. Panting and arching her orgasming body upward, Marcy clung to the legs and stared at the cunt and let the good feeling flow. Helga was right, what woman needed a dirty old man when she could feel like this? Who needed a gnarled old cock in her cunt when soft warm tongues such as Helga's were available? Who needed a hairy old back to hang onto when there were smooth, long flanks like these to stroke? Marcy stretched out in her orgasmic luxury and felt the far more sensuous flesh of Helga's love, slim ass cheeks, and her hands closed on these and squeezed very fondly to show Helga that all of her tongue lashing were greatly appreciated.
Helga settled down to eating cunt. She knew it wasn't the adored little cunt of Cathy Cooper she was eating, but by then she knew she was such a complete lesbian that any cunt at all would do. Why should she fight when those urges were very natural to herself?
She licked and kissed through the plump wet lips of this woman's hot cunt. She breathed in its fragrance and lapped up its goodness and went back for more. She fastened her lips around the cunt's throbbing clitoris and she wriggled her belly closer against the soft, warm pair of tits underneath her.
Marcy saw Helga's cunt coming down to her face and at first she tried to escape it. She tried to twist her face away, but all that her panting mouth encountered was more of the satiny flesh of the thighs that her hands had been appreciating. Her hands were now locked on Helga's ass cheeks, for they felt so superb she couldn't let go of them. Still the hairy tangle of Helga's crotch descended, so close now that Marcy could see the long slit that ran through the matted and tufted hair. There seemed to be no escaping from Helga's cunt, though Marcy tried. Still closer it came, and now Marcy's hands went to Helga's slim hips to push them away. But now Helga's tits could be felt on her belly, and that sweet sensation brought on yet another peak in Marcy's orgasm, and as she writhed and arched in response to it, her face lifted up into the aura of Helga's cuntal scent.
Marcy had been smelling it all along, and being repelled by it. But now when the gust of it hit her, it seemed like the essence of musky perfume. She raised up her head once again, breathing deeply, and the musk was so strong that she had to have more of it still. Her arms encircled Helga's athletically soft hips. Her nose brushed against tendrils of hair as she inhaled again. Another orgasmic peak seized Marcy and made her cling even harder to the wonderful woman who made it all possible, and now her whole face was enveloped in the hairy, musky, hot loins of another woman, and she almost fainted with the overwhelming scent of sex.
But it was the taste that seduced her. She couldn't help but taste it, for her lips were pressed against cuntal lips, those latter lips were all plump and slippery, deliciously scented and tasting even better than they smelled. Marcy thrust out her tongue tip for one little taste of pure cunt, and her arms locked around Helga's hips to mash the cunt hard on her mouth.
Helga's orgasm came more from surprise than from pure sensation. She hadn't had her cunt sucked since she was a girl, and she certainly didn't reject its sucking now. She waddled her hips in the tightly encircling arms and squirmed her cunt down on the face of the woman below her, and the woman responded with ardor.
Marcy was being suffocated with cunt and she loved it! Her fingers dug deep into Helga's buttocks and her tongue flashed through Helga's hot, wet slit. It wasn't enough! Marcy had to have more, and to this end she thrashed and heaved and succeeded in getting them both on their sides, where she could push Helga's legs very widely apart and make a feast of her cunt.
It was all there before her! Fuck hole and cunt lips and clitoris and hair, taste and smell and orgasming woman flesh, all these were hers! She had often sixty-nined with a man, but never with a woman, and perhaps it was this and the wickedness of it that made her demand still more.
Helga found that the woman whose cunt she was eating was agile as well as strong. She found herself wrestled onto her back while her cunt was being devoured. It wasn't just her cunt, it was her entire crotch that was being sucked and licked and kissed and lapped to such an enormous extent that all she could do was cum, cum, CUM! She couldn't even pay proper attention to the wet, matted cunt that writhed before her upturned face. It was all she could do to hold onto her sanity while orgasms burst and burst inside her to almost a point of pain.
"YES!" Helga cried. "EAT MY CUNT! LICK IT, SUCK IT, DARLING, MAKE ME CUM!
URRRRRRRRRGH! OH, MY BEAUTIFUL LESBIAN LOVER, EAT MY CUNT!"
Marcy needed no further encouragement at this, but it was most welcome. She burrowed her face still deeper into the wide open crotch, kissing wildly, clasping closely against the slim, frenzied body beneath her, still cumming herself though now there was nothing but hot breath and hot words kissing her cunt. She was savage in her attack upon Helga's cunt. The wildness she knew had to be shared, and this was the woman to share it with, now and forever. She used every part of her very wet face from her chin to her nose in her frantic efforts to make Helga feel as she was feeling.
"OH! OH, IT'S TOO MUCH!" Helga cried, orgasming painfully hard now, and unable to keep from orgasming still more. "CATHY, STOP! CATHY, LET ME REST FOR A MOMENT! OH! OH, CATHY, PLEASE!"
Marcy didn't know if she was Marcy or Cathy. All she knew was that she was eating cunt at last, after having deprived herself of this great joy for far too long. Every touch of Helga's hands, every taste of her slippery hot cunt sustained Marcy's orgasm, until at last she couldn't bear the sweet burden of that any more.
Marcy hugged Helga's cunt to her face with all of her might. She tried to climb into that cunt face first, hoping never to see or feel another troublesome cock for as long as she lived. Men were the source of all her trouble, women were the relief from all care. Marcy sucked cunt till she was exhausted. She collapsed on top of the wonderful Helga panting and saying, "The three of us ...you and me and Cathy. Between the three of us, we'll cunt fuck and tongue fuck every diving judge in the world, and we'll get to the top. Cunts, give me cunts, give me nothing but cunts and success!"