Chapter 6
Long after the two men had gone downstairs to get the coffee started and bring out the brandy, Janet and Irene lay voluptuously in each other's arms. The sweetness of breast on breast, the warmth of belly pressed against belly, kept a small glow of wet fire alive in each slick and slobbering pussy.
"This seems so natural," Janet whispered. "So right. To love you. To make love to you. Would you believe that I never did this before in my life?"
Irene hugged the dark beauty, kissing her along the cheek and into her ear. "Of course I believe it, darling," she answered. "Would you believe I've never had my pussy licked so beautifully? It's a wonderful talent."
A wiggly worm of fire ignited deep in Janet's twat, a tiny aftershock of orgasmic wildness. She shuddered heavily in the blonde woman's embrace and lunged against the smooth warmth of the solid body. She felt her damp cunt hair tangle in the pubic thatch of the other woman, and idly pumped her body against Irene in a masque of fucking.
The other woman kissed her and their embracing tongues wetly affirmed the existence of a newly risen affection.
When they drew apart, each searching the other's face for some message, Janet squeezed one of Irene's breasts. Gently at first, and then with a rhythmic pull and a heavy pressure. She watched with deep interest as the blonde's face seemed to set in lines of concentration. Her own feelings were delicate, balanced between a desire to enjoy the other woman's body and to give pleasure to her new friend.
She knew how her own titties responded to loving, to the pressure of someone's hands or lips. Inevitably, such breast arousal went along a hot-line of nerves to her cunt. Having already felt the triumphant joy of making the blonde woman cum repeatedly, she wanted to see if she could arouse her by this method. Could she, a woman, use a man's methods to stoke the cuntal fires of another woman?
The silken weight of Irene's breast was a magical gift to the dark woman's soft warm fingers.
It was beautiful to see those big nipples harden and become darker as passion deluged them with a flow of hot arterial blood. In the milk-white skin around the nubby aureole, she traced the delicate map of sweet blue veins and imagined she could see them throb. It made a quick itch sizzle in her deepest fuck places, in the slithery muscles around her womb, in the sopping folds of membrane inside her cunt.
"Irene," she whispered to the still face. "I felt a little wave of cumming. Does this do anything for you?"
The full pink lips smiled and the strong body moved against Janet's. This was enough answer. The dark woman now knew that her feminine fingers were creating the same flush of fuck hunger as if she had been Sonny. Or Bob. Or someone else? Most certainly, someone else. A gift of cunt fire such as this could never be restricted. Undoubtedly Irene owned the same blast-off potential in her twat as Janet did. Thinking of this bond, the dark woman's swallowed a gush of saliva and grinned to herself. I'll stick this gorgeous woman a many a time, she promised herself.
She had quickly realized that the other three members of this foursome had been part of a conspiracy. Not to get her to agree to swap. Not entirely, that is. She knew that that was a part of it. And it had made her realize just how right Bob had been. This adventure did enhance and broaden her views on sex. And how! like bisexual joy with this incredible super-cunt, this woman who accepted a role as Earth Mother.
But this was better than the best she had ever heard or read about swapping. None of the other three could have really known how much she had yearned for the big body, the thick and hardy cock of that redhead. Not while they were planning this marvelous experience for her. They had intended that she be "treated," really. Because Bob knew about Adam? Maybe. But Bob didn't know everything about Adam.
No, she hadn't found what she was looking for. Perhaps she never would. But she had found this relationship. This free access to another set of cock and balls as good as the superb fucking equipment of her husband. And a man for whom she could feel a true affection. Love? Maybe.
Her open pussy was moving in its quiet hungering for raw meat, for a stiff prick. Or something sweeter. There was so much raw sexual desire in the core of that succulence that she believed her clitoris had swelled all the way out of its protective cloak of thick cunt lips. She giggled, and Irene wriggled against her.
To Irene, this was the highest moment of the evening. She had known, at her first glance at Janet Foy, that the latter was fresh and tender chicken for a bi-sexual like herself, meaning a bi-sexual virgin. And she knew what had shot the dark and passionate woman so quickly into this wider life where women showed women a secret highway to real liberation but still maintained the solidity of men's cocks as anchors for their drifting pussies. Oh, yes, she knew what had pulled the trigger on Janet Foy's unexpected lust for cunt.
And she had planned it that way.
It was the same happy coincidence that had lured the hot and slippery tongue of the young girl at Bob's office. Terry Whatshername. When the girl had seen Bob's rich, thick semen in her blonde twat, it had been a bridge for her. So many women needed such a rationalization! A pity! Irene smiled and Janet, not knowing why, increased her pressure on the solid blonde's titties and pressed her crotch harder against that glorious thigh.
And Irene suspected why that was, too. A man gets a woman ready for his hard cock by caressing her titties, by rubbing his body against hers, by kissing her. Nature makes that a fact. But nature also decrees that the man gets himself hot in the process. As the pussy warms and flows and throbs in tender welcome, the cock hardens and hungers and takes over the man's brains.
Irene had been passive, letting Janet be the aggressor. After all, it was Janet's first time. Let her feel that she was the boss. Besides, it was so terribly sweet to lie and have another woman play with her titties, kiss her, rub a warm, wet cunt against her leg.
She leaped in pleased delight as Janet sent two of her soft fingers into the boiling little love pit between Irene's thighs. And Janet was proving what Irene had learned a long time ago-that a woman knew more about reaching another woman's hot spots than the slickest man would ever know.
"Oh, darling," she whispered huskily. "That's so marvelous! Oh, fuck in and out a little! Ooooohh! Kiss me!"
She wound herself around the dark woman, holding one of Janet's legs between her own. As Janet's big lips opened to surround her own, and their two tongues writhed against each other, she gave way to the hot burst of orgasm which she had been holding back.
She had rubbed her cunt up and down on her friend's thigh until it was slick and well lubricated. Also, by the friction, she had opened her cunt lips so that the tender area around her clitoris was no longer protected. It was pressed lightly against the cum-slick patch on Janet's soft thigh. As she gave back kiss for kiss, sucking the dark girl's tongue, she suddenly went up and down on the imprisoned thigh with the speed of a jumping jack. It was a tumultuous experience, for she came with the speed and power of an express train. She could almost hear the thunder of the silent storm in her cunt, the heavy pleasure of her orgasm intensified by the sweetness of her new partner.
It left her trembling, more drained than she had been even under the powerful fucking of Janet's husband. She was sobbing as she hid her face in the warm softness of Janet's tits.
"I love you," she said brokenly, sucking feverishly on one of the darkly swollen nipples near her lips. "I love you!"
Janet felt a new yeasting of passion in her own gut controls. Feeling the stir of heat in her rectum as well as in her vagina, as a woman should. Feeling a tingle of desire in her mouth and throat. But better than wanting to suck a cock. Her boobs felt as if they would burst, a new pain and a hotter pleasure than any titty-pulling or sucking had ever done for her before.
She raised Irene's face and kissed away the tears. "Thank you for letting me be the leader," she whispered. "I know why you did it. You're so sweet! I feel so enriched!"
There was a warmth between them that would never be matched in any other situation and both of them knew it. I feel I have three marriages, Janet thought in humble gratitude. With Bob. With Sonny. And best of all, with Irene.
She was releasing the strong, lovingly warm body of her partner when the latter, rising on one elbow, put her hand between the brunette's thighs. Cleverly kind fingers searched in the sloppy warmth of the opened cunt lips.
"Mmmmmm!" Janet groaned happily, feeling the same fire rise in her. "That, oh, that feels SO GOOD! ! My dear! My dear!"
She was kissing into Irene's armpit, trying to get her warm mouth on the blonde's swinging breast. And suddenly she simply gave way, fell on her back and opened her legs.
Her eyes were closed and her warm body trembled with the itching anticipation of what was to come. And then what had been wonderful became better than ever. For there was the hot pressure of two strong thighs against her head and shoulders, and a softly flowing pussy came down on her face.
Just as Irene's mouth, so loving and powerful, closed on her own wildly excited fuck hole. Just as the most exquisite cum pain shot from the darkness of her cunt. And just as she opened her own mouth to drink the creamy froth of Irene's flooding cunt.
Their groans and cries, each muffled in the sloppy folds of the other's shuddering twat, gave little sound but the most savagely pleasing vibrations.
The pair shook and writhed, each head clamped by strong legs, belly on breasts, breasts on belly, and all extended.
When they lay face to face again, smiling tenderly at each other, kissing gently from time to time, Irene echoed the very thought that had so uplifted Janet.
"I love you so, my dear," she said seriously. "I feel I could no more let you go than I could give up my husband."
"And Bob?" Janet inquired with a grin.
"Or Bob," Irene assented gravely. "It's a case where two and two make more than four."
"And you know what?" Janet asked as they went out into the hall. "I'm more turned on for some hot cock than I ever was in my life. I feel like I could fuck all night!"
They walked along the hall with arms around each other, hip touching hip. The bounce and sway of Janet's tits made pure poetry, Irene thought. She bent briefly to plant a wet kiss on one of them and sighed.
"Wish we could stay all night, lover," she whispered. "But Sonny and I have to get home. We've got a boy too old for a baby-sitter, but a lot too young to leave alone all night."
They went downstairs into the light and warmth of the den and both the men kissed both the women.
"Phew!" joked Bob. "If we were in the dark, I wouldn't know which end was up. Or whose end!" He licked his lips, smiling.
He had his arm around both the women, looking with deep pride at his wife. "You're marvelous," he said, giving her a light kiss. "I knew you'd love it."
She frigged his soft, fat cock wickedly, grinning up at him. "And you'll never know how much!" she answered.
Much later that night, after Sonny and Irene had gone home and every reservoir of feeling should have been used up in both of them, Janet squatted over Bob's loins.
His prick, feeling larger and harder than ever, was deep up Janet's fuck hole and she was gently riding it, rubbing her entire cuntal area back and forth on the bush of hair around the base of his cock. Bob was laughing.
"Who'd have thought it?" he asked, giving an upward thrust which jarred against something hot and happy and sensitive in the dark of Janet's pussy. "I haven't done so much fucking in my life, and here I am doing some more."
Janet leaned down so that her breasts were achingly and lovingly pressed on her husband's chest. Each sensitive nipple and every tender patch of titty-skin felt and enjoyed the wiry rasp of his matted hair. Her thick lips opened and sucked at his mouth., My precious cocksucker, he thought with deep affection. How marvelous that mouth was! He had inner visions of those soft, thick lips surrounding the heavy cock of Sonny Benson, and sucking up and down the heated red valley of Irene's cumming twat.
There was a buzzing warmth around the head of his hard tool, as though Janet had her own inner sources of fuck power. This orgasm was going to hurt, he knew that, but he welcomed it. He had lost track of how many times his balls had forced a creaming wave of hot cum up his tubes. A dry cum was glorious but it would leave him with a pain in his balls for an hour or two. Unless Janet was willing to suck them a while.
She felt his deeply buried organ, so well used tonight, tremble and throb in her. She was so highly sensitized from such a long, drawn-out sex banquet that even her armpits and the space between her breasts felt flamingly erotic. Now as she sucked on his tongue, every nerve in her tensed and ready for the fire of orgasm, she felt tears of happiness rise and flow.
"I'm cumming, darling," she whispered. No screams. This was a quiet, final burst of love flame. Her cunt was far from being too tired but its muscles wanted to love rather than to wrestle, and her nerves wanted peace. "I'm cumming, darling. It's so wonderful! So good!"
Her voice was heavy with love and sleep, and her ass rose in uncontrollable sweetness as her cunt shook with the throbs of her husband's prick. It rose and fell, its tender opening stretching each time she came down all the way to the thick base of it. Every hair on their bellies was sopping with fresh cum-juice or crisp with dried semen. And the still air of their dark bedroom was rank and lovely with the hard smell of cunt and cock, or armpit and the sweated cleft between ass cheeks.
"Oh, God!" Bob gasped. "Easy, baby! This one's too much! OHHHHH! OH, GOD!" And thus he groaned out his last and best cum of a great night.
"It's a good thing we've got a big bed, darling," Janet crooned as she lay, knees drawn up, her face under Bob's thighs. "Otherwise, I'd have to be an acrobat for this."
This was a position that put them in an L-shape, almost. And Janet had her warm little fist around Bob's shriveled joint, holding it up while she licked his balls.
"I want to get every drop of this, darling," she said. "If I suck your balls in all at once, well, I get it all, but it all comes on at once. Ummmm! Delicious!" And she peeled back Bob's pink foreskin and sucked with the utmost care to pick up the minor remains of his-and-hers that the pistoning prick had withdrawn from her burning little vagina.
"Whew, doll, that's good!" Bob groaned. "You've got a lovely touch with your lips, you know that?"
She sucked hard at one big ball and got it into her mouth.
"Gloog, mmminy bba," she answered, making him laugh. His hand reached out in the dark and gently stroked the velvet warmth of her butt. He knew the thick lips of her pussy would be sticking out, leaking. But he withheld his hand.
Enough was enough.