Chapter 2
"The kid seeing us fucking isn't so bad," Ray said, tugging on his clothes. "Good for his sex education. I'll go find him and talk to him."
"No, Ray," Ann said, slipping her skirt on over naked hips. In his urgency to strip off her panties, she saw Ray had torn the flimsy material. She wanted to hurry after Jimmy and didn't want to take the time to get fresh panties from the dresser. "Let me go after him," she said. "Maybe this is a good time to convince him to accept me as your wife."
Ray shrugged. "If you think that's best, go ahead. I'll take a fast shower."
She glanced at her husband and winked. "Just remember not to get carried away when you wash your prick, darling. Anytime you need to play with it, come to me. That's my duty."
Ray smiled and nodded. "Don't worry, Ann. You've sold me. I'm glad you caught me jacking off. It's going to be fun seeing if you can really service a very horny man."
Ann buttoned her blouse, covering her naked tits and slipped on her shoes. She had decided not to waste time putting on her bra. Then she hurried out of the house and glanced in both directions down the street of the quiet neighborhood. She didn't see any sign of Jimmy.
"Hello, Ann," her neighbor, Helen Martin, called with a wave from her front yard.
Ann walked across the yard toward Helen, watching the tall brunette water the flowerbed. In the six months Ann had lived in the neighborhood, she had developed a close, sisterly relationship with Helen. They had shared the stories of their lives over mid-morning coffee and afternoon shopping sprees. At first Ann had been startled by Helen's openness in her discussion of the sex life between her and her husband, Sam. Helen's frankness over the months had slowly allowed Ann to speak more freely with her friend. Now Ann felt as if she could discuss anything with Helen and would receive helpful suggestions for her trouble.
"You didn't see Jimmy run by, did you?" Ann asked when she stepped into Helen's yard.
"Did I ever, honey," Helen said with a chuckle. "He was flying down the sidewalk in his skimpy basketball shorts. I damn near went blind staring at his crotch, trying to see that young cock flop."
Ann giggled at the outrageous remark so typical of Helen, then grew serious. "Which way was he going?" she asked.
"Toward the shopping mall," Helen said, with a casual gesture down the street. "Don't worry. He'll be back when he gets hungry."
Ann watched as Helen bent to shut off the water. She couldn't help noticing the way the brunette's big tits pushed against the thin material of her halter top. The strangely provocative sight caused Ann to experience a vague stirring in the depths of her pussy. She tried to push the sexy thought from her mind.
"I better go after him," Ann said as Helen rolled up the water hose, then dropped it in a neat circle at the edge of the flowerbed.
Helen faced Ann and winked. "What made the young stud run off like his balls were on fire? You can tell me. You try to grab his young cock or something?"
"Helen!" Ann shrieked in flabbergasted shock. "You sure are a crude bitch at times," she added with a chuckle, regaining some composure.
The brunette nudged Ann's arm and said, "Come on, Ann. Level with me. You haven't thought of tasting some of that young boy-prick? I've got to tell you, I've watched the young stud bouncing walls in your backyard and wondered more than once how it would be having his balls bouncing off my horny ass."
Ann laughed in spite of her effort to be properly outraged by Helen's lewd talk. "Goddamn, Helen, he's just a kid," Ann scoffed. "I think he resents me already. I can't get him to accept me. Then, to make matters worse, he just saw his father and me fucking our brains out."
Helen nodded like a wise older sister and patted Ann's shoulder. "Come on in," she said. "We'll drink some iced tea and you can tell me all about it. It sounds heavenly."
"Damn, you're impossible, Helen!" Ann said with a giggle as she followed her neighbor inside.
They sat at the glass dinette near the kitchen and sipped iced tea as Ann related the details of she and Ray looking up from their bed and seeing Jimmy standing, wide-eyed, in the doorway. She didn't admit to Helen her discovery of Ray jacking off, but she told everything else, under prodding from Helen, all about the fucking.
When she had finished describing the scene, Helen leaned back in her dinette chair and licked her lips. "Wow, it must be nice getting a little fucking in the middle of the afternoon. Of course, I keep forgetting, you two are practically newly weds. That does, if I remember, make a difference. Hearing you tell about it got me a little steamed up. Think I could interest Sam in attacking?"
"You'd have to pull him out of the garden first," Ann said, nodding toward the kitchen window and the sight of Helen's husband, Sam, beyond it in the backyard. Ann allowed her gaze to linger on Sam for an extra second as he squatted, pulling weeds out of his garden.
Helen followed her gaze and stared at her shirtless husband.
"It excites me to see men working with their hands," Ann said suddenly, speaking aloud her thoughts.
"I like them better when their hands are working on me," Helen said, glancing back at Ann. "He turn you on?"
Again, Ann found herself shocked by Helen's directness. But she had learned over the months of talking with Helen that she could be honest with her. She nodded. "He's an attractive man."
"His bald head first attracted me to him," Helen said. "I kept visualizing that slick scalp bobbing between my legs as he tongued my cunt. Know what I mean?" Helen winked.
Ann felt her face blush as she giggled, and she knew Helen was enjoying embarrassing her.
"Hey, let me show you what your story of the way you and Ray spend Saturday afternoons did to me," Helen said suddenly.
Before Ann could react or prepare herself, Helen removed her halter top and cupped her tits, revealing them fully to Ann.
"Check my nipples," Helen said. "Those babies are hard as pebbles."
Ann's eyes widened as she stared at Helen's big ski-sloped tits. Her nipples were like brown arrowheads and Ann couldn't deny the strange, churning feeling starting to pulsate again deep in her cunt. "I thought I had big tits, Helen, but yours are bigger."
"Size ain't everything, kiddo," Helen said, standing and stepping around the dinette table toward Ann. "I can tell through your blouse that your tits are firm and nicely shaped. I bet you have pretty pink nipples, too." Helen rubbed her hand over one of Ann's tits, caressing her nipple through the thin material of the blouse. "Want to show me yours?"
Ann managed a weak giggle, then glanced tentatively toward the window. "I don't think it would be smart with Sam in the backyard. What would he think?"
"You might be surprised," Helen said, starting to unbutton Ann's blouse. "Don't look so shocked, Ann. I can tell you are getting turned on by this."
"I've never let another woman touch me," Ann said, making no effort to stop her neighbor from stripping off the blouse. She couldn't take her gaze off Helen's big tits and her pointy brown nipples. They were right in front of Ann's face and she fought the urge to lean forward and suck the woman's provocative tits.
"Oh, yes," Helen whispered when she had exposed Ann's tits. Her hands went immediately to them and she caressed their round fullness, flicking her thumbs over her pert pink nipples. "Nice."
"Helen, we shouldn't be doing this," Ann whispered, confused by the strange cravings sweeping over her body.
"Bullshit," Helen retorted, stepping even closer to Ann, almost pressing her tits into Ann's face. "We're just comparing inventories, honey."
Ann's field of vision was made up totally of Helen's tits. She knew she could stick out her tongue and touch those brown nipples. Her mind tugged with temptation.
"Why don't you kiss my tits, Ann?" Helen said softly as her fingers fondled Ann's ripe nipples. "You know you want to. I bet your pussy is juicing right now just thinking about it and what it would be like. Let go, baby. Don't fight it. You're a grown woman with grown up needs and desires. Experience all you can or you'll be cheating yourself. Suck my tits."
Ann groaned as she opened her mouth just slightly and closed her lips around Helen's nearest nipple. She tasted the womanly surface and felt the nipple grow incredibly between her lips.
Helen moved her hands away from Ann's tits and she closed them around Ann's head, pressing the blonde's face tighter against her tits. "Yes, yes, Ann!" Helen breathed with quiet passion. "Suck my tits, baby! Enjoy them and I'll show you what it is like making love to another woman!"
Ann sucked in all of Helen's tit flesh that she could cram into her eager mouth. She rolled her searching tongue over the woman's erect nipple and swooned with delight as her own cunt juices flowed over her trembling pussy walls and twitching clit. She barely managed to breathe with long low moans of building desire.
Finally, Helen pulled Ann's face away just enough to allow Ann's hungry mouth to attack her other tit, which she immediately engulfed. Helen's hands went to work stripping Ann's blouse all the way off the blonde's back, then she roamed her fingertips over the satiny skin of Ann's shoulders and back. Helen again pulled Ann's mouth away from her tits and planted her mouth against Ann's.
Helen slid her tongue over Ann's lips, then darted it into her mouth. Ann circled her arms around Helen's neck as Helen stabbed her tongue in and out of her lips.
Both women groaned as their breathing became labored. Their tongues curled around and mingled together until Helen finally urged Ann up out of her chair with a pleading tug from her arms. Wordlessly, the two women moved, arm-in-arm, out of the breakfast area and into the den.
Helen eased Ann down on the Early American sofa and quickly moved across her until her tits pressed against Ann's and their nipples met with a scorching intensity and friction. Ann no longer cared that it was another woman on top of her. All she could think about was the sensation radiating over her tits and cunt.
They kissed tenderly, then with urgent need as each drove her tongue deep into the other's mouth. When they finally broke the kiss, their eyes met and each woman recognized the sparkling lust flashing in them. Helen's hands stayed busy stroking Ann's short blonde hair, and she smiled down on the younger woman. "We should have done this months ago. Don't kid yourself, sweetie. We've both wanted to. I guess now is the time to make up for those wasted days."
Without further warning, Helen moved down on Ann's body, lingering a few seconds on her tits, then continuing on until she had buried her face against Ann's skirt-covered crotch. Her knowing hands didn't hesitate to reach beneath the skirt and travel up the woman's creamy thighs until her fingertips nudged the wet curly hair of Ann's cunt.
"Ahhh!" Ann moaned as the brunette's fingertips grazed over the sensitive, glistening outer lips of her pussy. "Oh, yes! That's nice!" Ann whispered in hoarse lust, hunching her hips and ass slightly up off the sofa to give Helen's fingers a better target.
Helen left her hand in place on Ann's cunt as she moved her face back up to the blonde's tits. As her mouth closed over one of Ann's tingling tits, her fingertips beneath the blonde's skirt slipped farther between Ann's quivering cuntlips. She deftly traced her fingertips along Ann's fuckslit, parting the blonde's cuntlips and searching through the slippery channel for her clit. When Helen found it, Ann almost leaped off the sofa. The blonde shrieked with delight and wrapped her arms around Helen's head, pressing the brunette against her tits as she hunched her ass wildly against the probing fingers.
Helen's fingers delicately isolated Ann's pulsating clit and playfully squeezed the sensitive button. Ann's cunt lube gushed throughout her pussy, drenching the brunette's magic fingers.
"Please, don't stop!" Ann begged, swirling her ass in tight circular motions on the sofa and spreading her thighs wide. "Finger fuck my pussy, Helen!" Ann demanded in a choked voice, muffled with passion. "You're driving me crazy! My clit is gonna leap right out of my cunt! Oh, please don't stop!"
As her fingers continued tweaking and stroking Ann's erect clit, Helen used her mouth and tongue to knead the blonde's tits. She groaned around her mouthful of tit flesh and picked an unguarded moment to thrust two stiff fingers deep inside Ann's wet cunt cavern. She rotated her fingers against the blonde's searing cunt walls, then pressed upward, hitting new, sensitive spots in the hidden depths of Ann's pussy.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Ann bellowed. She gripped the brunette's hair as her entire body shuddered in ecstasy. Her ass and hips hunched frantically now, propelling her quickly through endless small eruptions of exploding cunt quakes.
"You are really digging this," Helen said in a muffled voice, her mouth still crammed with Ann's delicious tits.
"It's fucking heaven!" Ann gasped.
Helen pulled her mouth away from the blonde's tits and smiled. "This is only the beginning, honey," Helen whispered.
Helen slowly withdrew her fingers from Ann's steaming cunt and she lowered her head down over the blonde's flat belly. She continued to scoot down until she managed to slip her head beneath Ann's skirt.
"My God!" Ann squealed, feeling the brunette's hot breath and tongue streak up her inner thighs, nearing her seething, spread cunt. Ann bent her knees up, giving her neighbor easier access to her awaiting pussy. She peered down between her legs and could only see the brunette crown of Helen's head beneath the material of the skirt, inching closer and closer toward the lips of her twitching cunt.
Then the brunette's tongue timidly poked through Ann's slick matted cunt hair and brushed her soaked cuntlips. Her rigid tongue tip blistered through Ann's quivering pussylips, licking a wide path until it flicked into the nestled clit near the top of the blonde's cunt slit.
"Oh, please, Helen! Please!" Ann sobbed. "Suck me! Eat my pussy! Please, please!"
The brunette placed her hands on Ann's inner thighs and spread them apart even farther as her tongue stroked the blonde's sensitive, twitching clit. Then she mashed her nose into the top of Ann's cunt, extended her tongue and drove it with a penetrating thrust through her slime-covered cunt flesh.
Ann arched her hips, lifting her asscheeks high off the sofa to greet Helen's entering tongue. She screamed out with pure pleasure as the experienced woman's tongue found a home deep inside Ann's cunt. She knifed her tongue deeper and deeper into the blonde's pussy cavern and Ann felt every inch of the journey. Her cries increased with each lick of the brunette's imbedded tongue and Ann had to clamp her knees together, pinning the brunette's head in place, her tongue locked deep inside her coming pussy.
"Oh, Goddamn! Ahhhh!" Ann shouted in wild ecstasy as her cunt blasted come into Helen's hungrily sucking mouth. "I'm coming! My cunt is exploding!" Ann's body trembled, then rocked in a series of violent spasms as her body hunched wickedly against Helen's sandwiched head.
Helen drank the blonde's cunt come as rapidly as possible, but she couldn't keep up with the flow. Pussy juices flooded her mouth and leaked over her buried chin. Hot slime eased her escape from the prison of the blonde-haired cunt trap. She freed her face with some effort and gasped for breath beneath Ann's skirt.
The eruptions eventually died through Ann's sensation-racked body and she stilled, taking her own breath in greedy gulps. Tingling spasms continued to flutter in the depths of her cunt for long seconds. Finally, her mind cleared as she was able to glance down between her parted legs and see Helen slowly recovering.
"You can be some tiger," Helen said with a grin as she wiped Ann's cunt slime off her chin.
"Sorry I got carried away," Ann said quietly, fighting for enough strength to speak. "You could have suffocated."
Helen shook her head and her grin broadened. "Nope, but what a way to go. Right?"
"I could get used to this," Ann admitted, starting to pull herself into a sitting position on the sofa.
"Hey, relax, sweetie," Helen said, taking folds of Ann's skirt and pushing the material up above the blonde's hips. "The courtship is just beginning."
"I'm too tired and corned out to argue," Ann said falling back against the sofa cushions and surrendering herself entirely to Helen's handling.
"Ray ever tell you what a delicious pussy you have?" Helen asked as she positioned Ann's knees up until they practically touched the blonde's tits.
"He's never complained," Ann said, aware of the lusty feelings surfacing again deep in her cunt pit. "Are you going to eat me again?"
Helen winked and said, "I'm just breaking in your hot blonde pussy. You relax and enjoy. You'll get a taste of my pussy soon enough."
Helen ducked her head back down to Ann's drenched cunt and she swirled her tongue around the blonde's pussy, flicking her tongue periodically over her clit.
"Oh, damn, I can't get enough of this!"
Ann moaned, clasping her own knees and pressing them tightly against her tits, exposing her cunt wide for the brunette's searing mouth and tongue.
Helen took advantage of the open target and she broadly licked the blonde-haired fringes of Ann's cunt, playfully guiding her tongue tip near the blonde's puckered asshole.
Ann gyrated her ass, twisting and turning under Helen's searching lips and probing tongue. She felt her pussy quiver as the exquisite sensations fed her senses and propelled her quickly toward another massive eruption.
"Ohhhh! Motherfucker! I'm going to come again!" Ann wailed as she convulsed with wild ecstasy. "Fuck me with your tongue! Please! Fuck your tongue deep into my pussy! Please, Helen! I need it!"
Helen complied with the blonde's wishes and drove her stiffened tongue straight through her pulsating cunt flesh until her lips were pressed flat against Ann's hairy outer pussylips and her tongue was buried to its full length inside her hot fuck cavern.
"Oh, yes. Ahhhhh! That's it!" Ann yelled, dropping her legs down over the brunette's shoulders and squeezing Helen's head again between her thighs in a silky vise. She humped vigorously up and down as the brunette wiggled her tongue inside Ann's pussy walls. "Yes, yes! I'm coming again! Goddamn, I can't stop juicing your mouth!"
Her eruption thundered and her pussy juice followed in sticky waves. Ann's body snapped in a frenzy of twisting and turning as her cunt spit fiery come into Helen's mouth.
When it was over and the cries of ecstasy died, Helen untangled herself from Ann's legs and struggled off the sofa. She fluttered her fingertips over Ann's tits and smiled at her. "You could be dangerous having around, girl. If I ever tongued your asshole, you'd probably break my neck in the excitement."
Ann felt her face blush and she grabbed Helen's hand, brought it to her lips and kissed it gently. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to get so wild."
"Don't apologize, dear," the brunette said lightly, rubbing the back of her hand lovingly over the side of Ann's face. "I enjoy uncorking storms. Maybe Monday, after the kids are off to school, you can get the chance to uncork my storm."
The two women exchanged affectionate smiles, then Helen helped Ann off the sofa and watched as the blonde straightened her skirt and moved toward the kitchen dining area and her discarded blouse.
Helen packed her huge tits back into her halter top and the two women composed themselves, sipping second glasses of iced tea.
Minutes later, Helen's husband, Sam, entered the breakfast are from the backyard and eyed with obvious appreciation the two big-titted and curvy women sitting demurely at the dinette.
"You girls certainly make a pretty picture for a tired man who has spent an afternoon weeding a garden," he said, helping himself to the tea pitcher and glancing at the smiling women. "I've often wondered what women do and say when men aren't around."
"It might surprise you if you ever found out," Helen said, winking at Ann.
Ann giggled softly and tried to hide her blush by gulping the rest of her tea.