Chapter 11
There was no strangeness about being naked and covered with jism, at least not to Janet. She was thinking, but not panicky. Rather, she wanted to settle Irene's nerves, to get her back to reality.
She reached for the other woman, who had been reaching to comfort her. But she was squatting in an awkward and very sex-opened position, and when Janet's hand went under Irene's body it slipped into widely spread cunt lips. Slobbering and pasty with a flood of cum, too. Irene had on no panties.
Turning, Janet hugged the bigger woman and pulled her gently to rest on the blanket. Irene was sobbing in frustrated rage.
"They can't hide!" she sniffed. "We've got their clothes! They'll have to come back and face the music, Janet!"
Janet, brought from her shock by a number of things, one of them most certainly the feel and touch of the warmly opened cunt, smiled and kissed her friend.
"Sure, baby. We'll send the culprits up for life. But what will be the charge?" She rubbed again, this time purposely, in Irene's blonde cunt hair and got two fingers into the flooding split. As the other woman shut her eyes and sucked in a deep breath, Janet whispered, "Oh, I know! We'll charge them with being boys! Human, warm-blooded boys. With hard-ons!"
Irene struggled briefly in Janet's arms. "What the hell are you saying?" she demanded angrily. "Was this your idea? Did you-lead these kids on?" She was breathing hard and there were white indentations at the corners of her mouth. "Did you teach my boy-were you, uh-oh, for Christ's sake! What's the matter with me, anyhow? God, I'm talking like some nineteen-forty model Methodist bitch!" But she looked bewildered and lost, and Janet felt strangely tender toward her.
"You wouldn't want your boy not to know about sex, Irene," the dark woman whispered, her cheek against the other's. "A boy that age needs guidance, you know that as well as I do. Better.
After all," and Janet smiled tremulously, "you're the Earth Mother. And sex is the-well, what can I say? It's the most of all that's good and sweet and beautiful!"
She turned to Irene, who was turning on a smile that started deep inside and was coming on like an opening flower. She kissed her friend, and they rocked gently for a moment, their tongues slickly embracing in their warm mouths. Janet's hand rested between the softly-haired and drooling lips of Irene's cunt.
Janet drew away and asked quietly: "Do you feel better now?"
Irene's laugh was soft but real, "You know it," she said. "But so embarrassed. How can I ever face those kids?"
Janet thought. "I never thought of anything but Roy's cute little cock and getting it into me," she said. "If I'd have had to rationalize my action, I'd have said: Irene and Sonny are my friends. Their boy needs instruction. Irene can't give it to him. So-she'd be glad for me to take her place. You understand how I'd feel?"
Irene squeezed her. "Oh, you doll!" she cried. "You're more beautiful in daylight than ever! Look at those boobs!" She squeezed one into a cone of tautly smooth flesh and gobbled the nipple. When she let go, her face was flushed. "You felt my crotch," she said. "When I got here, I mean. That was the hottest thing I ever saw. No, that I ever imagined! My God, you were fucking all of them!"
"No, but I could," Janet laughed. "Just two.
Steve and Roy. Ralphie-well, that was different."
Irene's eyes went wide, her breath drew in very hard.
"I saw," she said. "Roy was sucking him off! Janet!" she cried. "Is Roy queer?"
"Cut it out," Janet answered crisply. "Are you queer? Am I? Those kids are now kids. They've got the guts to try anything. If people leave them alone. Ralphie's sister is trying to help him. I was trying to help Roy. To help them all. But I'm not going to lie. I was helping myself most of all."
Irene got up and began to take off her dress. Her face was calm and happy and her body glowed in luminous beauty as she moved over to drop her dress on a sawhorse.
"You're saying I can help, too," she whispered. She kissed her dark friend. "Oh, Janet, you're so lovely! Oh, lie down, dear and let me have your cunt! I want to help. Truly I do!"
Janet caressed the blonde beauty on her belly, in the dry puff of yellow cunt hair that showed dark and wet just a bit further down. "Hold it a minute," she whispered.
She went to the door, put two fingers in her mouth, and whistled shrilly. She looked at the fingers with interest and licked them reflectively, smiling back at Irene.
She looked at the ring of trees and brush and called out: "It's okay, guys! Come on back. No problem! Honest!"
And Irene raised her voice: "No problem at all.
We need you!"
There was no immediate response, which was just completely okay with the voluptuous dark Janet.
She went back and lay by Irene, pulling her this way and that. "Lie on your side," she said. "Put your cheek on my thigh. Hell, you know more about this than I do. Just suck, baby! Suck my cunt! It's full of drippy old gal-cream and it's all for you! God!" she screamed, as Irene's expert tongue lapped up and down her cunt lips. "That's tender down there! Suck easy, darling!"
She reached down and patted her friend's blonde head, squeezed her warm, soft titty. With her mouth puckered longingly and saliva leaking from her thick-lipped mouth, she went as deeply as she could into the musky depths of Irene's hotly slick pussy.
"Mmmmmm, mmmm!" she sighed. "I don't know which is best, men or women!" She leaped again as the other woman's tongue basted her cunt, curled round her clit, cleansed the crevices of her inner lips. She heard a light laugh below.
"Maybe it's people that are best," Irene said softly. And then she licked again, softly, and said: "I see some shadows along the wall. They've come back. This ought to turn them on. If it doesn't kill Roy to see his mother this way."
"I had a brother," Janet whispered. "Adam. He fucked me once and never fucked me again. But I loved him so!"
She was weeping, but not in sadness, and the salt taste of her tears was beautiful, mixed with the juice that pulsed from Irene's tender pink pussy. "He said he always wanted to fuck mama. Her cunt was the first one he ever saw. Her titties were the first grown-up titties he ever saw. He thought it was terrible for him to have felt that way."
She sucked at Irene's fluttering cunt with deep love, thinking hotly of all she had searched for. It wasn't Adam. Not really. It was wholeness. To be real. To have a family. Now she had them all. Bob, of course. But Sonny, too, and Irene. And Roy and Terry and Ralphie and Steve.
Ralphie and Roy and Steve were sneaking in. She could hear their feet thirty or forty feet away and hear their heavy breathing. Her chin rested comfortably on the soft pad of flesh that sprouted the abundant yellow cunt hair. And she felt Irene's tongue and lips, softly kissing her cunt, kissing and tonguing her tender clitoris.
Irene giggled. "I hear them coming," she said. "But there are only two holes they can reach. And I'm not going to give up this feast!" She lapped again, nearly driving Janet into a stark mad flame of abandon. "I feel you about to cum," she said. "The boys will be sort of left out. Oooh! Ooooh!"
Her ass pumped her cunt hard against Janet's mouth. She was cumming, all right. And oh, how good it would feel to have a hard cock jammed into her. Anywhere. Just into her.
She heard Janet's voice, strained, too close to orgasm.
"Don't worry, baby," Janet whispered. "There's going to be enough for everybody!"