Chapter 12
Sharon, alone, would have caused many heads to turn. Gina's presence had at times caused bus boys to bump into each other, head waiters to leave customers stranded in bars. Together, they created a minor catastrophe as they sat in the restaurant. In fact, they had been approached by so many people, they had found it most irritating. They had hardly said a word without some kind of interruption.
"Look, what I've got to say can't be said here, obviously," Sharon said, grabbing her handbag. "Let's go over to my place."
"Think you're right," Gina said. In a way, she was rather disappointed, however. She would be more vulnerable in solitude. "Or we could go to my place," she suggested.
They were almost totally silent during the ride to Sharon's house, occasionally making nervous comments about the weather, clothes, pointedly ignoring what they really wanted to discuss. It was the first time since they had known each other they felt uncomfortable. Finally, Sharon spoke, her mind made up.
"My husband . . . Fred, is . . . well, he's having an affair, I think."
"Huh!" Gina gasped.
"Oh, don't be too shocked," Sharon said. "He is a pretty attractive man."
"I know," Gina said. "I mean, well, yes he is."
"You know what I can't figure out, though?" Sharon said. "When he does it."
Gina swallowed hard. She was quickly becoming part of a plot, probably to discover the other woman. God, talk about complications!
"Actually, I don't mind," Sharon continued, wheeling the car into the drive. "It makes things a lot easier for me."
"Easier for you?" Gina asked slowly. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, it just does," Sharon said, something clicking suddenly in her mind. "Hey, you know something?"
"What?" Gina asked. Is this cat and mouse? I was worried about Gary breaking my neck. Some women have been known to . . . well, she didn't want to think about that.
"She's a pretty classy lady, though," Sharon said. "She wears nice perfume. The same as you do."
"Me?" Gina asked, then giggled nervously. She was glad the car was stopped. It was getting very warm inside. "Why, I wear the same stuff millions of women do."
"Well, I'd certainly like to shake that lady's hand," Sharon said, gathering up her things and getting out of the car. "I don't think Fred and I have been happier."
"Really?" Gina said, following her to the front door. "You mean that? I mean, you really mean that?"
"Sure do," Sharon answered, opening the door.
Gina extended her hand and smiled.
"What's this for?" Sharon asked, puzzled. She thought Gina might be giving her something, half of the tip she'd left at the restaurant or something. "Huh?"
"You said you wanted to shake the lady's hand," Gina said evenly, although her heart was about to pound out of her chest.
"You?" Sharon gasped. "You mean . . . you and . . . and Fred!"
"Yes," Gina said softly. Sharon's hand was cool against her sweaty palm. "Me . . . uh, and Fred."
Sharon threw her head back and laughed like she never had before. Soon tears were streaming down her cheeks and she had to hold onto the bookcase to keep from falling down.
"What's the matter?" Gina asked. Had she gone nuts? "Are you OK?"
"Sit down, kid," Sharon said, still laughing. "I've . . . we've all four been dopes."
Gina sat on the couch, uncomfortably erect, almost expecting Sharon to crack her upside the head with an ashtray or something before they hauled her off to the nut hut.
"Do you think that perhaps Gary might be having an affair?" Sharon asked, looking at the younger woman.
"Well, he could be," she said. "I mean, he hasn't told me or anything, but he's very handsome."
What the hell was she talking about Gary for? She and Fred were the ones who were . . .
"Gary and I are fucking together," Sharon said. "The whole time you and Fred were screwing each other's eyes out, Gary and I were sneaking around, afraid you'd find out."
It was Gina's turn to laugh. She laughed even harder than Sharon had. Finally, she collapsed on the couch in tears, her head in her hands.
"God, if I'd known it was like that, I might have enjoyed it more," she said. "You and Gary while Fred and I . . ." She began laughing once more.
"Just wait until those husbands of ours find out," Sharon said, placing her arm around Gina. "God, isn't life weird?"
As they looked into each other eyes, something inside both their minds seemed to snap. The room seemed to fill with a dark, damp fog, clouding out the rest of the world. Their fingers touched, then their lips.
"My God, what are we doing?" Sharon said finally, coming back to reality. "I ... I guess it was because we were so nervous." Gina's kiss was still stinging her mouth.
"No," Gina said, now sounding more mature, more experienced than Sharon. "I . . . I wanted to kiss you. I want to kiss you again."
"Us?" Sharon said, excited, wondering what those strange emotions were that swept through her body. "But we . . . we're women."
"I know," Gina said, her hands now on Sharon's shoulders. "God, how I know it."
Sharon let herself go completely as Gina embraced her. It was the most fantastic feeling she'd ever experienced. The woman's kisses were tender, not at all like a man, yet still as exciting. She felt her throat ache, want more than just a kiss. She lifted her hands and cupped the firm tits.
"Touch me, too," she said, licking into Gina's mouth. "Let's touch each other . . . everywhere!"
While their tongues flicked together they undressed each other, carefully pulling the clothing away as if their bodies might break. When they were finally naked, Gina pushed Sharon to the couch and crawled between the woman's legs. Their cunts were now throbbing together, red and blonde hair intertwined.
"God, you're beautiful!" Gina murmured into Sharon's mouth. "I . . .1 think I love you!"
"Mmmmmmm, yes," Sharon said. As her tits touched those of Gina's, she could feel the nipples throb, the heartbeat through the silky mounds. "I ... I want you, baby!" she cried out, her passion becoming electrifying.
Gina left a trail of glistening saliva as she licked from Sharon's mouth, across the woman's chin, to the hollow of her throat. She then inched further down Sharon's body, to the full, upturned tits. She took each tiny nipple into her mouth, then bit down, gently, tenderly.
"Ohhh . . . God!" Sharon screamed. It was as if this were the first time she'd ever had her tits sucked! "Do it! God, do it all to me!"
Gina didn't exactly know what her plan was. They had become" driven by instinct. She licked over the full, firm mounds, then kissed across Sharon's smooth, flat stomach. The woman's red cunt hair was now tickling her chin. She could smell the perfumed steam from the pussy just a few inches below.
"I ... I want to kiss your cunt," she murmured, moving to Sharon's crotch. "Just like Fred does. Like Gary does."
"Oh yes!" Sharon screamed, placing her hands on Gina's shoulders. "I ... I want to do you too!"
"Me first," Gina murmured, sitting slightly back on her haunches. As she eyed the mound of slippery cunt, she felt the back of her throat ache, just like it had many times looking at Fred's cock. "Oh God, you're beautiful!" she panted, lowering her face.
She placed her hands at the sides of the swollen crack, then nudged the loose folds of skin back. When she saw the pink beauty inside, she gave a yelp of pleasure. It was as if she were seeing a woman, herself, for the first time. No wonder men loved to do this!
"Gonna eat your pussy alive," she whispered, touching the oozing mass of muscle with the tip of her tongue.
"Jesus!" Sharon shrieked, bucking. Gina's tongue was as good as any man's, almost as good as a cock. Almost. She suddenly wondered what it would be like to have a man and a woman in bed at the same time. One tender, the other rough.
"Lick me!" she wailed. "God, lick your tongue inside me and fuck me with it! Make it a dick! Make it a slippery, fucking cock, you bitch!"
Gina stabbed her tongue fully inside, then gasped when Sharon's cunt muscles wrapped around her like a throat. Before, when a man had done this, she knew ecstasy. Now she knew why.
"Mmmmmmm!" she groaned, curling the tip of her tongue upward, drawing it over the top of Sharon's walls. A sticky mass of pussy juice stung her lips, steamed into the back of her throat.
"God, you're so hot and sweet," she panted, going back for more of the delicious fluid.
Sharon began humping and bucking wildly, digging her nails into the soft flesh of Gina's shoulders and neck. It was wonderful what she was doing to her, almost perfect. Yet, there was a dull ache, something missing. This had always been the beginning. The ending had been a delicious, thrusting cock. Knowing she wouldn't have one only increased the intensity of her torture.
"Aieeee!" she screamed, her orgasm bursting, peaking, subsiding. "Now . . . now yours!" she begged, clawing at Gina's shoulders.
Gina repositioned herself without moving her face from Sharon's pussy. She crawled over the woman's body, her head toward Sharon's feet, and lowered her cunt down on the waiting mouth. When she felt the stab of hot tongue, she screamed wildly inside the delicious cunt. "Ohhhh . . . yesssss!" she hissed, taking the delicate clit into her mouth and pursing her lips tightly. "Mmmmm, hot, sweet pussy!"
Sharon was in heaven. Not only was her' own cunt being licked and chewed furiously, but she had one to suck on herself. And how wonderful it was! So sweet, soft, delicately throbbing. Another orgasm ripped through her body.
"God, lick my cunt!" she screamed into Gina's crack. "Eat it down and lick me out forever!"
They began mouthing savagely, their teeth tearing into the gentle folds of skin, their tongues slipping in and out of the spasming canals like snakes. Finally, they both climaxed together, filling both their bodies with savage, sweet release.
"Unhhhh!" they screamed together, a duet of sexual gratification and raw pleasure.
They molded themselves into one writhing mass of flesh, then finally collapsed, their moans muffled inside each other's holes. Later, Sharon pulled from beneath Gina and kissed the twin mounds of tit.
"Let me do you now," she whispered. "God, just like you did me, baby."
Gina lay back and closed her eyes, waiting for the gentle assault. She then felt an odd sensation on the inside of her thigh, almost like a cockhead. She opened her eyes and looked down, watching Sharon move her nipples over the insides of her legs.
"What . . . what are you doing?" she gasped.
"Gonna fuck you with my tit," Sharon said. "Would you like that? You can pretend it's a cock. Mmmmmm, a big, thick, juicy cock!"
She then grasped her right tit firmly and guided the tip between Gina's greasy, oozing crack. When the pulsating muscles closed in around the mound, sucking it hard inside, she felt her chest burn with elecric-like jolts.
"Oh yes!" she panted. "Suck on my tit with your pussy, you little bitch! Make it hurt! Eat all of me in you!"
Gina began working her ass up and down, her eyes now firmly squinted closed. If she didn't think about it, she could almost imagine a thick prick inside her. In a way it was almost as good, filling every space, but it wasn't hard.
"I'd ... I'd love to have a hard cock in my throat right now!" she screamed out. "God, I want it! I want it all!"
While Sharon dug her tit in and out of Gina's churning hole, she jabbed her fingers over the tiny, throbbing clit at the top of her own cunt. Soon, she, too, was experiencing spasms of pure ecstasy.
"Gina!" she cried out. "Fuck my tit! Fuck all of me inside you!"
They both experienced a wild torrent of pure, absolute pleasure as their orgasms culminated. They fell against each other, Sharon moving upward, her mouth finally finding Gina's lips. They then screamed like animals, crushing their bursting cunts over each other, legs intertwined, bodies aching, bucking.
"Mmmmfff!" they shrieked, peaking, freezing in a spasm of ultimate release.
"Jesus Christ!" a voice said from the door. "Gary! You fucking believe this?"
Sharon turned from Gina's face and saw that it was Fred and Gary. For a moment it didn't even seem to register. Her mind was locked around pleasure. Then, her eyes went to the thick mounds of cock.
"Fuck me!" she cried out. "God, someone please fuck me before I go crazy!"
"Fuck me too!" Gina wailed. "Anybody! Everybody!"
"Well, brother?" Fred said, licking his lips. "What do you say?"
"I'd say we've got ourselves a sweet chore to perform," Gary answered. "Who do you want? Uh, first?"
"Well, why don't I fuck Gina," Fred suggested, "and you fuck my wife. That is, unless you don't want to."
"Oh, I might try it. Uh, for once," Gary said.