Chapter 2
In the other bedroom, Sheila Halsey lay beneath the sheets naked, confused, frightened and angry. No matter how hard she'd tried to surrender to Lloyd, her stern religious principles would not permit her.
It was one of the ironies of life that a lusciously curved, hotly sexy woman like Sheila had been raised in such a way by her strict parents that sex-pleasure was a horrible sin to be avoided at all costs.
She'd only agreed to this depraved exchange in order to stop her husband from running around with other women. But it just wasn't working, because going to bed with a stranger made her skin crawl.
God only knows how hard she tried to be pleasant, to permit him to put his thick, fleshy prick inside her trembling pussy. But as she lay there, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists, hearing his grunts and gasps while he sucked on her tits and probed with his clumsy hands, she knew it was a lost cause.
Finally he'd stormed out of the room and Sheila let out a deep, shaking sigh of relief. She'd decided the only solution to this horrifying mess was a divorce. It would be painful, it was against her principles, and it would be hard on her lovely daughter, but that's the way it was going to be.
She was lying there, catching her breath and composing herself and getting ready to get dressed and leave when Vera came into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
Sheila's face stiffened. The woman was a born tramp, as any decent woman could see. She said nothing as the brunette came over and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her with sympathy.
"You poor thing," Vera murmured, taking her hand and squeezing. "You feel awful, don't you?"
In spite of herself, Sheila nodded, tears brimming up in her eyes. Sometimes it helped to talk to another woman, even if she was obviously a whore.
With cunning, Vera began to draw her out, prodding her to talk about her feelings. For ten solid minutes Sheila cried and blurted out how she felt about her husband and this whole shocking business.
Vera simply nodded, squeezed her hand and let her rave on. An expert in feminine psychology-something she'd learned not in a school but in bed with an endless string of horny girls and frustrated housewives-the sly brunette calmly crawled in bed with her as she talked, hugging her. Sheila, who desperately sought understanding and warmth, saw, nothing strange about it and actually responded with a hug of her own as she ranted on about her exasperating fourteen-year marriage to a lecher like George.
Vera was the warm, sympathetic sister every woman needed at one time or another. Sheila had no sisters or brothers, she just had that fast-talking wimp, George.
And as the blonde talked, Vera opened her robe and squeezed her soft, hot tits to Sheila's, who was now sobbing in her arms. She was giving the lush blonde all the warmth and reassurance she needed right now. Even Sheila was startled at her own frankness, at how she poured out the shocking facts of her revolting sex-life with George. Once or twice a month she dutifully let him ram his awful cock up her ass! Of all the perverted, depraved monsters!
After the first five minutes, Sheila had already revised her harsh opinion of Vera. Why, the brunette was actually nice in spite of her shameful sex-life! It was a profound experience for the blonde to pour her heart out like this to another woman, because she had no one she could really talk to when it came down to intimate sex details.
It occurred to Vera that the blonde was very naive, very innocent indeed for her age. She'd probably never even fucked around on her husband. She'd probably never had her hot, golden pussy eaten out properly, either.
In other words, she'd never been turned on, having married George a cherry. And the challenge of awakening the smoldering natural passion of a gorgeous, hot housewife like Sheila brought out the height of Vera's cunning and diabolical charm.
Sheila was not aware of the subtle changes occurring in her own flesh as the sexy brunette rubbed her silky tits to hers and stroked her ass tenderly as she talked. For one thing, her pussy was getting wet. For another, the delicious warmth and comfort of another woman's closeness was brand new to her, and she'd begun to pant softly, hugging Vera more tightly as she went on.
She was rapidly getting primed without even being aware of it. And nowhere in her parents' stern warnings to her about the evils of sex did they mention the possibility of sex with other women.
The blonde did faintly realize she was trembling and perspiring as Vera held her tightly, but she did not yet associate it with lust.
And Vera knew, beyond a certainty, that once she got her mouth down between those hot, golden thighs this one was going to erupt like a seething volcano. Probably that dumb bastard of her husband had never taken the trouble to tenderly arouse her like this, with soft caresses and soothing murmurs and gentle, reassuring kisses on her cheek.
Just sisterly love, at first, something Sheila had never had-understanding, compassion, someone's shoulder to cry on. And Sheila was crying, gently and steadily, feeling a thousand times better now that she'd poured out all her frustration and anger at her husband.
There had to be perfect timing to this, though, the hotly eager brunette knew. There was a magic moment of opportunity, a kind of relaxed innocence when you had to make your move with a hung-up, deeply inhibited knockout like this juicy housewife.
After about fifteen minutes, Vera made her move. She tossed aside the bedsheets and placed Sheila firmly on her back. God, she'd love to dig her burning mouth down to that curly-fringed cunt right now! Not yet, though, not just yet.
"Now you just lie there, darling, and let me take care of this. Because a lot of your tension is physical, did you know that? I'm going to massage you and relax you completely, so you just lie there, Sheila. Just relax ..."
She sat astride the blonde's hips, with her own soaked pussy throbbing feverishly, and expertly massaged her shoulders. Sheila was now making soft, sighing sounds, her eyes closed and her face wet with tears. But she felt marvelously relaxed for the first time in years! This was a result of unburdening herself, thanks to Vera's shrewd sympathy and timing.
She still didn't suspect what was actually happening as Vera inched down, very lightly stroking Sheila's magnificent tawny tits. Oh Christ, they looked delicious! A girl could suck herself into a frenzy on those silky hot knockers!
Soft whimpering sounds came from the blonde's throat now as Vera edged down further, between Sheila's spread legs now, working her fingers over her satiny, softly rounded belly. The sly brunette had made more than one woman by telling her she suffered from acute physical tension and claiming she was a masseuse. Women were very sensitive creatures physically, especially this juicy-assed, madly trembling innocent.
"Oh Vera," the blonde moaned, "your fingers are magic! You are a wonderful person, even if . . . even though you're a little strange."
Strange, my loving cunt! thought Vera with an inward grin as she now hunched between Sheila's spread thighs, working her fingers along each inner lush thigh. The flesh was hot and damp, smooth, golden gates to one of the loveliest cunts Vera had ever gazed into.
Framed by a silky tangle of blonde pussy-hairs, Sheila's pink pussy glistened with her honey, a rosy, succulent set of lips that daintily sucked to a dreamy rhythm before Vera's burning eyes.
And as far as the switch-hitting, ravenous brunette was concerned, this was a cherry. Because she was damn certain no woman had ever gone near this fragrant, tenderly throbbing crack. That made her a cherry for Vera's mad mouth. The sighing blonde still didn't know it but she was about to get the most fantastic blow job in the world. When Vera gave her all to pussy-eating, using every maddening and diabolical thrill she knew, it was the greatest blowjob in the world-whether it was a delicious, squirming hot cunt like this one or a massive prick.
As she lay back on the mattress with her thighs spread and her naked ripe tits rising and falling, Sheila had never known such blissful relaxation. She'd never had a massage before, either. Her blood hummed with a faint, strange excitement she'd never felt before. The brunette's hands softly caressing her thighs were like ripples of delight, soothing away her fierce tension.
For the first time in her inhibited life, Sheila was completely, ecstatically relaxed. And Vera knew that psychologically, the lushly curved blonde would never be more ready to be wildly, thoroughly turned on.
Between her spread thighs, the brunette's fingers softly moved up toward her soaked slit. She filled her nostrils with the delicious smell of wetly primed, utterly juicy cunt. Parting her tingling lips, Vera edged close and planted a tender kiss directly on Sheila's tender cunt-lips.
And then went to town with every fiber of her soul, a totally devoted, madly aroused, cunt-sucking animal on fire.
For a long moment, the blonde blinked her eyes and sucked in her breath as Vera's kiss sent a wave of intense pleasure through her pussy. She was too stunned by what followed to protest or get angry or register any of her usual shocked outrage at sex.
"Oh . . . my . . . God!" she hissed in disbelief. The brunette's long, searing tongue had shot deep in her trembling cunt and was now lapping with raw greed, stinging Sheila with the most shattering thrills imaginable, sending bolts of fire through her pussy and exploding loins.
"Oh Lord! Oh Jesus! Oh heavennnn!" wailed Sheila, drawing up her knees and hugging her ripe thighs to Vera's face. Panting feverishly, the blonde clutched Vera's head in her hands and tugged at her hair. She screamed and jerked her hips madly on the mattress, the hottest orgasm of her life beginning to build up in her hotly sucking pussy.
And without a shred of guilt or inhibition, caught off-guard by Vera's clever buildup and flawless timing, Sheila Halsey was fucking the lustful brunette's face with a furious ecstasy. She shook her head from side to side to vent her unbearable passion, clawed desperately at Vera's silky shoulders and swung her naked ass in a fever of awakening.
Whatever was happening inside her, she could not understand, but her pussy did, with molten joy. It wriggled and squirmed and thrashed against Vera's fiery lips and tongue, gushing a fountain of cunt-honey over her face, throbbing and spasming with the first true climax of her life.
The hung-up housewife was not only turned on, she was blazing away like a blast furnace, getting eaten out by a passionate expert, by a relentless, pussy-eating maniac who could not get enough of her delicious honey.
Between her boiling thighs, Vera was lost in her own dreamy world of lust. She clutched Sheila's hot ripe ass in her fingers fiercely as it swung to a maddening rhythm of joy. She sucked and kissed and lapped with low moans of savage greed, pausing to lash her tongue across Sheila's swollen clit-bud to make her scream and shudder.
Whatever the blonde housewife had, it was sheer magic. Because Vera had tasted far more than her share of eager, throbbing pussy in her time, from tender little girls to horny housewives, to sleek socialites to sexy stewardesses. But the honey oozing out of this fantastic cunt was like nectar and fire and silk all rolled into one loving wet mass.
It tingled madly and squirmed with shuddering spasms of obscene delight as Vera sucked to a frenzy of happiness. Vera's senses reeled as if she were drugged, as if she'd found the golden treasure of the Incas at last. There was a breathtaking chemical essence to Sheila's boiling pussy, and you could get hooked on it from the very first drop trickling in your mouth.
In spite of the fact that she was nearly suffocating from the wet heat of Sheila's thighs, that the blonde's fingers were tugging sharply at her hair sending tiny bolts of pain through her scalp, Vera would not come up for air, not even for a second.
This was the kind of cunt a thoroughly dedicated pussy-eater like the sexy brunette had yearned for and dreamed about, ever since the foxy stewardess had turned her on to the delights of oral sex with women. It had some magical, elusive quality Vera couldn't put her finger on, but it was addicting and so intoxicating it made her feel drunk with lewd joy.
Possibly because she was a brunette, Vera had always been eagerly drawn to blondes. It was her personal experience that blondes were more fun, and their pussies definitely tasted different than other women-sweeter, lighter, more succulent and juicy. Vera could not be certain what this screaming, madly jerking housewife had between her dripping thighs, but if she were trapped on a desert island with it, she'd never have to worry about starving to death!
More likely they'd both die of exhaustion in forty-eight hours.
Sheila was coming now, and it felt like nothing she'd ever dreamed of before. It didn't even feel like sex to her stunned mind, it felt as if it were exploding from her very soul, from the core of her blazing being.
Although she could never put it into words, deep down the shuddering, fiercely coming blonde housewife knew what had happened:
All the crap her parents had given her about the evils of sex had erected a prison around her natural seething passion. She'd felt trapped, miserable, hung-up all her life, and her selfish, foolish husband had not helped her in the slightest.
But this sexy, cunning brunette swinger had somehow managed to push all the right buttons in the right sequence, and now Sheila was free, a bird suddenly escaped from the cage of false, miserable belief.
Nature had generously designed the ravishing blonde to suck and fuck and swing, but her ignorant parents had almost crushed that spirit forever. Now it had escaped and nothing could stop her.
Sheila dug her bare heels into Vera's shoulders, gripped her head feverishly between her soaked thighs and fucked her mouth with a savage abandon, rubbing her dripping cunt all over Vera's face in her frenzy. Sweat poured off her tawny hot tits in small rivers and from head to toe the gasping blonde was a sheet of fire, one gigantic, throbbing climax that wouldn't stop coming.
Almost strangling between her boiling thighs, Vera still couldn't stop her feverish cunt-sucking. She sensed what was happening to Sheila, and she didn't want to spoil the frantic blonde's moment of glory. Not because Vera was unselfish, but because she knew it would pay off in the long run.
The next time the lust-crazed housewife wanted a madly thrilling blow job, she'd know who to come to!
Again and again Sheila came in her mouth and over her smeared face, her ass bouncing up and down in a fury of raw lust, wave after wave of shattering orgasms racing through her erupting loins.
At last, when she thought she would lose her mind forever, Sheila forcibly disengaged Vera's stinging mouth from her violently trembling pussy.
"Oh God," she moaned, tears streaming down her cheeks, still shaking her head with disbelief. "Oh Jesus, I needed that! All my life I needed that!"
Panting for breath, Vera sat up, dazed. She darted her long tongue out to lick at the cunt-honey on her cheeks, loving the feeling of being obscenely smeared with pussy-juice. God, what a turn-on! The confused housewife had no more been frigid than a lust-crazed mink. She'd just needed the proper priming, the slow, hot buildup.
But even then Vera had no idea just how thorough a job she'd done with Sheila. She got her first inkling when the moaning blonde suddenly pulled her down on the mattress with astonishing strength and climbed on top of her. Sheila French-kissed her on the mouth, ramming her burning tongue deep, grinding her throbbing pussy savagely to Vera's.
Then she was sliding down, panting fiercely as she rammed one of the brunette's silky, delicate tits in her mouth, sucking so hard Vera cried out.
"Easy, darling! Ahhhh, that's better, use your tongue, honey, mmmmmm! Oh Sheila, your mouth! Yes, go down on it, baby, suck it, lap it! Go ahead!"
But Sheila wasn't about to miss any territory on the way down to Vera's hotly pulsing cunt. She worked each naked tit over in turn, whipping her tongue against the nipples until they grew taut and quivered, moaning wildly in her throat at the delicious new thrill.
Then she was sucking and biting folds of belly-flesh, then hunching between the brunette's wide-spread thighs.
"Beautiful!" gasped the feverish housewife as she stared up close at Vera's sucking pink pussy, wet and shiny and wafting a breath of steamy air into her nostrils. "Your cunt is beautiful!" she cried.
A moment later she was sucking the hot brunette off with a vengeance of pent-up lust.
Whatever Sheila Halsey lacked in experience and delicacy, she made up for in sheer savage hunger. She first dipped her nose into Vera's squirming pussy, then rubbed honey all over her face before plunging her tongue deep into the silky heat of her slit. Deep moans of joy welled up in her throat as she discovered the obscene thrills of oral sex with another sexy woman.
Tugging feverishly at Sheila's armpits, Vera finally got her to swing her naked body around so that her own pussy was poised over the brunette's eager mouth.
Now Sheila and Vera went at sixty-nine like frenzied animals, sucking each other off with wanton abandon, ramming their tongues passionately up each other's silken hot asses, playing with each other's sweating tits in an orgy of desire, coming in a series of molten releases that finally left them both exhausted.
Afterward, as they sipped drinks, sprawled out on the drenched mattress, Vera could see the change in Sheila was nothing short of amazing. Her skin glowed hot, her eyes sparkled with a wild light, and she reeked sex in a virtual aura. She was literally a different person, a zombie come to life, a taut, up-tight bitch miraculously transformed into a vitally passionate woman.
But she wasn't talking. She seemed deep in thought even as she fondled Vera's throbbing tits and creamy ass, a strange, absent-minded look on her face.
"Do you think you can handle my husband now?" Vera asked her gently, cupping Sheila's pussy and softly squeezing to make her eyelids flutter and her throat moan.
"I can handle anything now," Sheila said in an eerie voice. She smiled strangely. "Anything, Vera."
The slender brunette went to fetch her husband and to finish her own action with Sheila's husband. The strange thing about pussy was that it only intensified Vera's enjoyment of men. It was the stark contrast, the difference the swinging switch-hitter thrived on. She needed variety the way other people needed food and water, which was why she became a devoted swinger.
When George eagerly questioned her about his wife, Vera just laughed. "You'll see," she told him proudly. "Boy, will you see!"
An hour later both couples regrouped in the living room for farewell drinks. To George's surprise, Sheila quickly agreed to another swap the next weekend. And even though George was not the brightest thing in creation and certainly not the most observant, he was startled at the difference in his wife's looks.
She was ravishing, her eyes glowing and her skin flushed, a strange, sexy smile on her lips.
He gaped at her for a while and then turned curiously to look at Vera again. What the fuck could she have done to her, besides eat her out? Hell, George had gone down on her often enough, even though she'd resisted and lay there like a corpse.
He got the brunette aside for a minute. "How'd you do it?" he asked eagerly. "How'd you change her like that, Vera? Shit, she looks almost as good as the day I married her fourteen years ago!"
Vera gave him a superior smile. Poor dumb sonofabitch, he would never understand women. How could she explain to this oaf that all she'd done was given her sympathy and warmth and understanding, slyly turning that affection into a hot, swinging session that had unleashed Sheila's full potential? Even Vera's husband Lloyd looked surprised, and totally satisfied, which baffled the hell out of George.
A diabolical smile curved Vera's sultry lips. "I shouldn't tell you this, George, but I will. Listen carefully now. I used the ice cream trick. You know that one, don't you?"
George gaped. "The ice cream trick? What do you mean?"
"It's dynamite, Georgie. You take a pint of ice cream-it has to be very cold, by the way-and with a large spoon you fill up her pussy with it. I prefer vanilla myself, although it depends on your taste, of course."
She paused to see how George was taking this drivel. Ordinarily, he would have snorted with derision and walked away, but seeing the fantastic change in his wife and unable to understand it except for the lewd brunette, George was willing to believe anything she told him.
"Go on," he said anxiously.
"And then, slowly, you lick it out, every last spoonful. It works like this, George. When you put the ice cream in a sensitive cunt, it immediately contracts from the cold. Then when you lick it out, it expands again. The change is so shattering to a woman's pussy, she gets supersensitive down there and begins coming all over the place. Don't use maple walnut or pecan praline or any of that stuff because the little nuts get caught up there and they're a bitch to get out."
George's jaw dropped. "Jesus, that's incredible, Vera! I never thought of that ..."
He paused to stare at his gorgeous wife, talking animatedly to Lloyd. It was as if Vera had plugged Sheila into an electric socket to bring her to life. Amazing!
"Hey, I'm gonna do that tonight!" George told Vera. "Look here, honey," he added sincerely, "I want you to know how much I appreciate this, turning Sheila on. I mean, it's like you kissed Sleeping Beauty on her little twat and woke her up, you know?"
Christ, what an asshole! thought Vera. Kissed Sleeping Beauty on her twat! Yet she knew there was more than a morsel of truth in his crude analogy.
George's reward for being such a turkey would be coming soon, Vera knew with sly pleasure. Just wait until he tried to spoon ice cream into his wife's pussy! Sheila would slap him silly. The whole idea was ridiculous, and in fact Vera had let a passionate and curious secretary try it on her once. It was horrible! By the time you got your cunt thawed, it felt like it had been on a polar expedition for twenty years. It was sticky, messy and revolting and she'd rewarded the horny secretary by ramming ice cubes up her asshole until she screamed she would die in shock.
What actually did work was honey, although it was very sticky and hazardous. It felt sensuous although it was impossible to lick it all out, and more than half the fun was trying.
"Look here, I wanna show you something," George said, making sure his wife was occupied talking to Lloyd first. He took out his wallet and displayed a picture of an angel-faced girl with huge, lustrous green eyes and shimmering blonde hair.
"My daughter, Cindy. A doll, isn't she? And a cherry, too, by God. Now in return for your telling me that terrific trick, I'm gonna let you in on my plan."
He talked in a low voice for five minutes while Vera listened intently, a dangerous smolder in her eyes. She glared at her husband Lloyd. That sneaky, underhanded sonofabitch of a pervert! Beat her to the punch with his own daughter, would he?
But the idea intrigued her immensely and she wondered why she'd never thought of it before.
Daughter-swapping . . .
Like wife-swapping only you traded off daughters. Very, very interesting. She nodded politely when George had finished talking.
"Thank you, Georgie. I think it's a brilliant idea. And of course I promise not to let Lloyd know you told me."
George was too goddamn dumb to realize he'd just started a race between her and her husband for his daughter's sweet little cherry. But before Sheila left, Vera let her in on George's plan and her face went white with suppressed fury.
She nodded. "Thanks for telling me, Vera." She licked her lips and stared into the brunette's eyes. "You and I should arrange something on the side, don't you think? I'll be calling you on the phone, darling."
Thus, with George's ingenious idea and loose mouth, he had unknowingly set in motion a chain of shattering events that would result in busted cherries all over Northern California in the coming months.
And busted marriages, too.
In his ignorance, fast-talking, shallow-brained George not only triggered a wave of vast depravity that would change scores of households in surrounding bedroom communities, he would also end up buying a great deal of ice cream in the future.
And gazing into a lot of very cold and unhappy cunts.