Chapter 5
Johnny was asleep and Sarah was still in her bedroom. She was not asleep, but Jenny didn't know that, or why and Jenny was so thrilled about what had happened that she simply had to telephone her friend. She felt wonderfully wicked and deliriously depraved and she wanted to share the feeling with Marion, who would certainly understand.
Marion answered on the third ring.
"Hi, it's me," Jenny said, speaking softly so that her daughter would not overhear.
"Well?" Marion asked, her interest evident in her tone. "How did you make out last night?"
"Oh, wow! I don't know where to begin."
"Oh? You mean you had more than one adventure?" Marion asked.
"Well, no. I mean, there was only one man involved—but what a man! He's young and good looking and, honey, he just doesn't stop!" Jenny lowered her voice more. "I've been gobbling his cock and drinking his cum all night! And he's still here! He finally fell asleep a little while ago and I want to have him again when he wakes up, but I simply had to phone and tell you about him."
"Oh, give me the details, Jenny!" Marion pleaded.
"Well—I can't really talk, Marion. Sarah might be awake and I don't want her to overhear a conversation like that."
"Why don't you come over for coffee?" Marion suggested.
"Well—"
"Just for a few minutes, okay? Your man will still be there when you get back, if that's what you're worried about. I'm really dying to hear all about it."
In fact, her hesitation was due to the fact that Jenny was worried her daughter might discover the strange man. But she didn't suppose the girl would have any reason to go into her bedroom and she was sure that Johnny would sleep soundly for several hours after all the energy he had put into his enduring erection and multiple orgasms. And, besides, she was truly eager to tell Marion about her good fortune in meeting an ex-convict with a gigantic prick and a gallon of spunk in his balls.
She said, "Well, okay. I'll be right over, but just for a few minutes. I mustn't stay long."
"Okay," said Marion.
But Marion was hoping that Jenny might get horny talking about what she had done and stay long enough for those things that Marion was so eager to try.
Marion had not dressed yet.
How should she dress to receive Jenny? She laughed. Nothing formal, that was for sure. She put on her sexiest negligee. It was black silk, semi-transparent, frilly and naughty. She knew the outline of her golden pubic bush could be seen through the shifting folds and that her nipples poked out in little peaks.
She rubbed her nipples a bit, to make sure that they were nice and stiff. She wanted Jenny to notice them and realize that she was feeling horny. Nothing might come of it but no harm would be done in trying. And it was just possi- ble that something might come of it—like their cunts.
She made a pot of coffee.
Jenny arrived before the coffee was ready. She lived just down the street and had walked. When Marion opened the door Jenny looked at her sexy negligee with mild surprise. It was the sort of garment one wore to greet a lover, not a friend. But Marion was always in a sexy mood. Jenny thought nothing of it. Jenny, herself, had slipped into a light, cotton dress in a printed pattern. There was nothing at all sexy about it. But she had not put anything on under it.
She followed Marion into the lounge.
Marion sat down, crossing her legs so that the negligee slipped open, as if by accident.
"Coffee in a minute," she said. "But tell me!"
Jenny was pleased that her friend was so interested in her affairs. Usually it was Marion who had something juicy to tell Jenny. Marion had started being promiscuous long before Jenny had and was more experienced. But Jenny had started to catch up.
Jenny said, "Well, his name is Johnny. He's about six foot tall and good looking and— well, let me get to the important part. His prick is about a foot long and his balls are like watermelons and he just doesn't quit. His cock stayed hard all night. No matter how many times he came, his prick just didn't go down! I sucked him off three times. Maybe it was four, come to think of it. I never drank so much jism in one night before. We sixty-nined for awhile and he fucked me this morning, but most of the night I just sucked his beautiful prick and drank his cum."
"Oh, my!" Marion exclaimed.
"He told me that he just got out of jail and hadn't had a woman in three years. I'm not sure if it's true or not, but he sure acted as if he had been deprived. And it sure seemed like he had three years of jism stored up!"
Marion was clinging to every word.
"It worried me, wondering if there were a lot of calories in a load of cum," Jenny said, grinning impishly. "I must have swallowed a quart of the stuff."
Marion laughed.
The coffee was ready and she went to the kitchen and returned with a tray. Jenny was looking at her watch as Marion poured the coffee and Marion felt disappointed. She didn't want Jenny to rush off.
"He'll probably sleep for hours," she said.
"I hope not," Jenny said. "Still, I can always suck his prick while he sleeps. That's nice."
"Aren't your tongue and lips getting tired?"
"A little, maybe, but not enough to stop me."
Marion said, "Personally, I only like to suck a guy off once. I like fucking after that. Alternating."
"Oh, we'll probably do a lot of fucking, now that my appetite has been satisfied," Jenny said. She winked. "In fact, I didn't even wear any panties, just in case his cock is hard when I get back. I can just lift my dress and sit on it."
"I don't believe it," Marion said.
She did believe it. Why should Jenny lie to her about that? But Marion hoped for proof.
"Oh, it's true," Jenny said, puzzled by Marion's skepticism. "I didn't even wear any panties when I went out last night."
Marion still looked skeptical.
Grinning, Jenny hiked her ass to the edge of the chair and drew her dress up. Marion gazed at her bushy cunt. Her legs were slightly parted and Marion could see her creamy pussy dividing the thick curls of her dark pubic thatch. The sight caused Marion to drool. Jenny's cunt looked beautifully lickable. She stared at it so intently that Jenny was surprised. Marion, feeling she was being too obvious, blushed slightly. Jenny frowned faintly and drew her dress down, covering her crotch.
Marion sipped coffee to cover her faint embarrassment.
But she could not remove the fascinated interest that was gleaming in her eyes.
Marion said, "Did you come when you sixty-nined?"
"Ummm—twice. It was lovely. Johnny certainly knows how to use his tongue on a pussy."
"You like to get sucked, don't you?" Marion said.
"Well, sure. Who doesn't?" Jenny agreed.
"Ummm. I love it, too. A girl can never get enough tongue."
Jenny nodded in agreement but she was wondering where this conversation was heading. She had not failed to notice the way Marion had looked at her cunt. If Marion had been a stranger, Jenny would have been suspicious. But she and Marion had been friends for years and she knew that Marion was not a lesbian. And yet, well, it was sort of puzzling and, maybe, interesting.
Marion was eager to suggest that they might fool around together but she was flustered and embarrassed, afraid that such a suggestion might shock or offend Jenny. She lowered her eyes. She had decided that she did not dare continue the line of conversation, as much as she wanted to. She couldn't risk losing Jenny's friendship.
But by then Jenny had gotten the idea.
And Jenny was not shocked, although she was surprised. She was not offended, either, far from it. She saw the way Marion's stiff nipples were poking against the dark silk.
"But you didn't have a man last night," she said. "I must be making you frustrated talking about Johnny."
"I, I used a dildo on myself," Marion confessed.
"Oh? I've never tried one. Are they nice?"
"Well—better than nothing."
"I might borrow yours sometime—just to try it."
"Oh! Oh, yes! Anytime, honey!" Marion said.
Now it was Marion who had become puzzled. Jenny had seemed to be taking up the suggestive talk that Marion had started, but then thought better of it. Jenny glanced at her watch again, but showed no sign that she was ready to depart.
"Maybe you could show me how, Marion," Jenny went on, smiling saucily. "I cpuld watch you use it on yourself, just so I'd know how to do it, if you don't mind?"
Marion gave a little gasp.
"That would be awfully naughty," she said.
The two horny divorcees gazed meaning- fully at one another.
Marion refilled the coffee cups and her hand was trembling.
"Naughty things are always nice, aren't they?" said Jenny.
"You—you knew what I was thinking, didn't you, Jenny?" Marion said, her voice quavering slightly.
Instead of answering that question, Jenny said, "Did I ever tell you about Carol—my roommate at college?"
"I don't think so."
"She was a pretty girl with nice, big tits. She had a lot of boyfriends. But she used to get drunk quite often on dates with boys and sometimes when she got back to our room she would crawl into bed with me."
Marion's lips moved but she said nothing.
"I didn't mind," Jenny added.
"You—what did you—?"
"I think it was on nights when she hadn't gotten laid," Jenny said. "She came home horny and she liked to cuddle up to me. Well, we would kiss and stroke each other and rub our tits together. Sometimes she would slip her hand between my legs but we never did very much. In the morning she always pretended that she was surprised to find herself in my bed, that she couldn't remember anything that had happened. But I think she did. And I always enjoyed being in bed with her. If Carol had wanted to, if she had suggested it, I wouldn't have minded doing—more. I wanted to suck her tits, Marion. Once, after she was asleep, I did. It was lovely to feel her big nipples growing in my lips." Jenny paused. She smiled. She said, "You have lovely, big nipples, too, don't you, Marion?"
"Ohhhh," Marion moaned, finally realizing, in an ecstasy of certainty, that Jenny was willing.
"Have you ever had a woman suck your big nipples, Marion?" asked Jenny, leaning towards the blonde woman. Her own nipples grew stiff now as her big tits thrust against the cotton dress.
"No, I've never done anything with a woman. But I've thought about it a lot. I've wondered what it would be like. I guess all girls wonder about that with curiosity as well as desire. I don't mean just lesbians, but normal girls. Girls who like men, just like we do."
"We could go to bed together," Jenny said.
"I, I'd like that."
"Do you know what I'd like to do?"
"What?" Marion gasped.
"I'd like to make you hot with my hands and kiss you and suck your tits. And then when you were really excited I'd like to go down on you and lick your cunt!"
Marion wailed with joy.
"Oh, yes! I want to suck your cunt, too, Jenny!"
"When?" asked Jenny.
"Anytime! Now!"
Jenny looked at her watch once again and a smile turned up the corners of her lips.
The time no longer mattered.
Johnny's huge prick would still be there when she eventually got home. Now Jenny had other things on her mind. She had often wondered what it would be like to make love with Marion—just as Marion had wondered about it. It was only their uncertainty as to how the other would react that had kept the two randy women from trying it before.
Now that she realized that Marion was as keen as she was on the idea, Jenny started to seethe with desire. She knew it was a perverted thing, and she found it all the more exciting because of that. Jenny had wanted to see what it was like to go to bed with another woman ever since her college days. Those erotic nights with Carol had truly inspired lust in her and, although she loved men and cocks as much as any girl could, she figured that a set of tits and a cunt might be every bit as much fun to play with. After all, just because a girl enjoyed a steak didn't mean she couldn't enjoy some ice cream.
Jenny knew that Marion's tongue would do wonderful things to her pussy. She knew that the sexy blonde would eat her out as efficiently as any man could. But she also wanted very much to find out what it was like to lick Marion's cunt and make the woman cream with her mouth. That thought caused Jenny to burn with lust. She was delighted to realize that Marion had the same idea.
Jenny slowly lifted her dress again.
She parted her smooth thighs so that Marion could see how creamy her cunt had become. Marion looked at that hot pussy and began to lick her lips in expectation.
"Will you lick me?" Jenny whispered.
"Oh God, yes!"
"Will you make me come?"
Words failed Marion. She nodded.
Jenny slid her hand over her own cunt.
Marion was gasping for a taste of that delicious looking crumpet.
"I just hope that Sarah doesn't find Johnny asleep in my bed," Jenny said, knowing that it would be some time—a long, lovely time-before she went back home again.
But she was really enthused by the idea of making love to this sexy blonde. She was thrilled by the naughtiness of it and even the thought of Johnny's huge prick was not enough to make her leave.
And Sarah, of course, knew full well that there was a man in her mother's bed and she knew how huge his prick was, too. And she wanted it.