Chapter 2
"He's so hot to fuck you he can't stand it," the red-haired woman laughed across the table to Joanne. Betty nodded toward the bulge in the tight swim trunks as Hamilton Hawkins smiled across the pool at the brunette.
"Who?" Joanne asked. "You don't mean Ham. He's interested in Denni, not in me."
"He may be your daughter's boy friend," Betty replied, "but he can't keep his eyes off you. It's you that makes his cock push out his bathing trunks."
"Oh, stop teasing!" the big-titted brunette laughed as she watched the muscular body of the young blond stud.
They sat and sipped their drinks at one of the tables which flanked the pool of the country club. Joanne and Betty came out here two or three times a week, supposedly to bring their children out here. In actuality, the two women came out as an opportunity to be ogled by the golfers who were just finishing their eighteen holes and sitting around with cooling drinks to admire the young girls at the pool and the women at the tables.
Joanne inhaled deeply, feeling her tits thrust deliciously against the thin blouse she wore with her tight shorts. She stretched her tanned legs out and smiled languidly across the water as the broad-chested Hawkins boy dove into the pool. She could imagine how nice it would feel to have that beautiful chest crushing against her tits, and she shivered at the thought. The redhead sensed Joanne's thoughts and laughed suggestively.
"Oh, Betty!" Joanne pouted. "Can't I have some privacy from your dirty thoughts?"
"Whose dirty thoughts?" the taller woman taunted.
"You somehow always manage to get me thinking like that," Joanne complained.
It was true. Betty didn't have to be around her but a few minutes before sex dominated the conversation. Let the sexy redhead stay around for ten minutes or more, and Joanne could think about little except sex. That was the effect that Betty had on her. Joanne had to admit, though, that it was part of the attraction between them. Despite herself and all her strait-laced background, she liked thinking dirty. She enjoyed imagining how various men's cocks would feel going up her little pussy. Her friend's constant suggestions that the men were panting to find out the same thing gave the brunette a big thrill. It was fun being around Betty.
"One of these days I'll get you more than thinking about it," Betty promised. "One of these days I'll get you to go out with me and find out just how much fun fucking can be. You know you can't hold out much longer. You're getting hornier by the day. Not much longer, baby, not much longer."
Joanne blushed and looked away quickly. Her friend was right. She was getting hotter and hotter. If she didn't get fucked soon she'd be ready to explode. The brunette evaded Betty's eyes. She was not ready to admit it to her, not yet. She breathed a deep sigh of relief as she saw the slender form of Denni come running toward her, the handsome young stud just behind her.
Joanne looked up and smiled at her daughter, then at the Hawkins boy. She caught herself as her eyes immediately ran down to the healthy bulge at his groin. Betty might be right about him. Then again, his cock might be that big even before he became excited. The thought of that intrigued Joanne. How large would the boy's cock be when it got hard? She looked up into the dancing eyes of her daughter and wondered if Denni knew how big a pecker was hung between Ham's legs.
"We're leaving," Denni told her. "Ham is going to run me by the house to change. Then we're driving over to Lake Whitcomb to a party."
The sexy young girl kissed her mother affectionately, then pulled her date after her as she ran lightly into the clubhouse. Hamilton smiled at Joanne warmly, his attention focusing on the luscious tits which heaved against her blouse. Joanne returned his smile and watched the two of them until they disappeared into the clubhouse.
"Bet they get in a good fuck before they leave," Betty laughed. "I know I would, if I were Denni."
Joanne knew Betty meant it. Betty.and Carl Sandifer admitted to being swingers. As far as Joanne was aware they were the only real swingers in Warren's Mill, the somewhat conservative little community where they lived. Carl knew that Betty made a weekly trip to Charles Town, where she got herself picked up and fucked at the luxury motel whicti served the crowd at the race track. Betty even knew about Carl's string of girl friends. The redhead astounded Joanne by describing the favorite positions of several of them.
"Since Denni has that big hunk of meat taken care of for the evening, I guess you'll have to settle for Jimmy," Betty continued, motioning toward her son, who had just come out toward the pool.
"The game must be over," Joanne answered as she looked for her own teenage son. "Hope the boys did well."
The wave of victory her Bobby gave her as he came out of the clubhouse assured her that the boys had been successful with their baseball team. Joanne watched Jimmy and Bobby walk over to join a group of high school girls lounging around the pool. She smiled at the compact body of her i as he stood beside the tall, angular Jimmy. Nice kids, Joanne thought.
"Really growing up, aren't they?" Betty noted. "Wonder how good they are in the sack?"
"Oh Betty!" Joanne protested again, remembering the comment the redhead had just made about Jimmy. "You talk like you'd want me to seduce your son."
"Of course," her friend replied. "Damn right I would. I'll bet he'd give you a hell of a fuck, too. He would if he's anything like his old man. Besides, he's really hung up on those tits of yours. Talks about them, all the time."
Joanne looked at her in shock. She wanted to make a joke out of the conversation, then realized that Betty was not joking at all. The redhead was seriously suggesting that her best friend and her son shack up.
The brunette shuddered at the thought and felt very ill-at-ease. She needed a good fuck, but not from a fifteen-year-old boy. Not from her son's best friend. No way! Just because Bob Gamay had fucked a few high school girls was no reason for her to get it on with the boys. If she was going to be fucked, she wanted a man old enough for her. How would she ever be able to explain to Bobby if she let Jimmy fuck her?
"Think about it," Betty suggested. "Think it over. You and Jimmy. Me and Bobby. I hear he's got hot pants for my ass. We could have a hell of a party some afternoon."
Joanne fought back the temptation to lash out in anger at her friend. She looked at the calm expression on the redhead's face. Betty meant no harm in her suggestion. She and Carl had a different life-style from other people-and Betty had trouble understanding the different feeling of others.
"I'll think it over," Joanne finally agreed as a way of ending the conversation. "But don't count on it. You'll get me to Charles Town with you a hell of a lot sooner. If I decide I need a good fuck, I'd rather go that way."
"Tonight?" Betty asked brightly. "We can swing by for some dresses, then head up the highway. We don't even have to spend the night. Come on, Joanne, let's slip up for a few hours. We can dance for a while. If you see something you like, you can get in a fuck or two. If not, then you stay in the bar while I get screwed. We'll be back by midnight or one o'clock."
Joanne later decided that the relief at having the conversation changed from the idea of fucking the teenagers was what led her to agree. Perhaps that was why. It could also have been that the constant talk about fucking had also influenced her. Betty referring to every man or boy around the club as being hot to fuck her had Joanne's cunt sweating. For whatever reason, the little brunette hesitated for only a moment.
"Why not?" she asked. "Why the hell not?"
They slipped by Joanne's house first. The two women looked through Joanne's closet, picking out the correct dress for the evening. The brunette stood beside the taller redhead, clad only in bra and panties as she tried to make up her mind. Betty's hand rested affectionately on Joanne's firm ass, then slowly began to caress her shimmering buttocks.
"Mmmmmmm," Joanne murmured as she twisted in enjoyment of the soft movements of Betty's hand. "Mmmmmm, I guess I am ready to be felt up tonight. I didn't realize how hot I was until you touched me. I just hope we find a man who pets as nicely as you."
The redhead pulled the smaller woman tightly against her and laughed softly. She pulled Joanne around so that the brunette's luscious tits pressed against her side.
"We have one problem," Betty commented. "As hot as your cunt is, you'll scare the hell out of the men. I think maybe we ought to cool that sweet pussy down first."
Betty caught one of the lovely globes in her hand and rolled the tit around. The brunette hesitated, feeling uncomfortable at having her tits played with by another woman. She started to pull away, but her body fought leaving the exciting caresses. She found herself standing passive while Betty reached behind her and unsnapped the bra. Her tits heaved in delight as the redhead's hands whisked the dainty lace away and gathered the lovely flesh in.
"Oooooo," Betty sighed. "I've wanted to get my hands on these two beauties ever since I first met you."
The smaller woman felt herself led toward the bed. Her head swam with a sudden elation. Her tits burned as they were fondled passionately. Her knees weakened. Joanne had never felt such a delicious apprehension before. She knew she should feel repulsed by the intentions of Betty. Women loving women was supposed to be dirty and ugly. She had always thought so. She had been taught so. Nevertheless, as the redhead laid her back on the bed, she was panting in anticipation.
"Mmmmmm," Betty muttered as she buried her face between the two glowing tits. She held them in her hands and pressed them against her cheeks, then began to kiss them as she twisted her face about the luscious flesh.
Joanne reached out and cupped one of Betty's taut breasts. She caught the tit and mashed it lovingly, then quickly ran her hand beneath the redhead's blouse and grasped the sweet tits as they heaved over the low-cut bra. She fumbled with the bra and finally got it loose as Betty took her hand away from her tit and began to slide it inside the soft nylon of her panties.
"Oooooo," Joanne cooed as she felt a finger toy with her clit. "Mmmmmmmmm!"
She opened her thighs to let her friend have freer access to her tingling pussy. The finger slipped past the clit and into the softly pulsing passageway. Joanne's ass hunched her pussy over the lovely finger as it made little electric circles inside her.
"Get my blouse off!" Betty whispered. "I want as it sloshed through her juices. The lovely brunette closed her eyes tightly and thrilled to the carefree abandon with which he fucked her. She was getting a good fuck. She was getting a hell of a fuck. She was getting the fuck she had yearned for so passionately.
She knew she was going to be fucked the moment they walked into the small lounge which adjoined the motel. She felt the eyes of the men immediately as they focused on the way her red dress cupped and molded her breasts. She saw them watch the way the skirt flipped about her thighs to show flashes of nylon. Her body shivered from the first moment, knowing every man was already imagining the feel of her tits beneath his hands and the feel of his cock driving between her thighs.
"Damn!" Betty laughed. "If you don't watch out, they'll rape you right here in the bar."
"Promises! Promises!" Joanne whispered, feeling the delicious sensation of wickedness ripple over her body.
"Hey!" the redhead laughed again. "That's a new Joanne. I think I'm going to like her."
"I'm not exactly sure I know what to do with her," Joanne admitted.
She meant that. The feelings she was experiencing were new to her. She felt like an entirely different person. The brunette had always been shy and fearful when the men at the country club made their polite propositions. She'd always been embarrassed and flustered as she refused them.
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... the button of her friend's clit. Slowly and thoroughly she began to massage her clit as the redhead writhed in growing desire.
Betty lifted her face from Joanne's tits and climbed around until she could bring her own firm breasts against them. She arranged the four luscious breasts so that the nipples touched, then began to swing and roll her body around.
Joanne shivered with the new sensations which shot through her tits and body. She slithered closer to Betty until their cunts were touching. She suddenly lunged so that she brought her pussylips firmly against the soft cunt of the redhead. Joanne twisted her ass to let the clits rub deliciously against each other.
"Ooooo!" Betty squealed. "Ooooooooo, you're so good at this! I thought maybe you'd never done this before. You must have, though. You sure know how to get my pussy steaming."
Joanne smiled as she continued to tease their cunts. No need to confess that she'd never done this before. There was no need at all. She felt a surge of pride in herself, though. The inexperienced little Joanne was giving a lesson to the experienced Betty. The thought made her rub her tits against the redhead's cunt.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed as she felt the flood of juice in her cunt. "Mmmmmmmmm! This feels so good! My tits are burning. My pussy is so hot!"
The redhead was gasping against her. Suddenly Betty clasped Joanne's head in both hands and planted her lips firmly over the brunette's mouth.
She sucked violently against the smaller woman as her tongue ripped into the sweet mouth and lapped frantically about the chasm. Her slender body shook passionately as she struggled to rotate their tits more wildly. Her pussy sucked against Joanne's as small spasms shook it into a frenzied madness. The brunette gasped for breath as she struggled against the sucking of Betty's mouth and the contractions of her pussy.
"Uhhhhh!" Joanne cried as she twisted ecstatically against the slender body of the larger girl. "Uhhhhh!"
"Is it wet, yet?" Betty asked, pulling her face back for a moment. "Is your pussy wet? Has your sweet cum started flowing yet?"
Joanne understood the question. She understood the reason for Betty's question. The redhead's pussy was sucking and twisting and throbbing wildly as they rolled and twisted together. The shuddering spasms which shook Betty seemed to force Joanne's own orgasm to a rapid peak. She felt her body heat up and glow in pulsing, throbbing passion.
"J-Just about!" she stammered. "Another minute and I'll be there with you. Ohhhhhhh! Betty! Hold me! I'm about to cum! Ohhhhhhh!"
"I want to taste that!" Betty gasped as she twisted her body around and over the luscious form of the brunette. "I want to suck your beautiful pussy while that sweet cum is flowing!"
As she planted her mouth over Joanne's cunt, her own pussy came down over the brunette's face.
Joanne pressed her lips against the throbbing cunt as she felt her own cunt being sucked deliriously. She copied the fabulous things Betty's tongue was doing in her cunt, and tasted the sudden flood of sharp-tasting cum which poured from her friend's pussy.
The two women rocked and sucked and rolled and lapped as their cunts poured out their juice. They shook violently as their orgasms racked their soft bodies, hugging each other passionately and riding their surging passions through the explosive climax.
"Ummmmmmmm!" Betty sighed as they finally began to relax. "Ummmmmm! That was some good fuck! Now we're ready for the evening. We got the edge off. Now we just have to find some men who want to give a long, slow, complete fuck to a willing pair of happy cunts."
Joanne lay back and watched the glow on her friend's face. She felt the same glow all over her body. She was good! She was damn good! She'd given a good fuck to an old pro like Betty. She'd sure give a good fuck to some man this evening. The thought made her warm pussy glow even more intensely. Just wait, she thought. Just wait!