Chapter 6
Louisa found herself almost out of breath before she was a fourth of the way up the hill. But the same surge of adrenalized strength that was propelling Susannah to the top of the hill gave new strength to Louisa. And since she was unencumbered by the towel as Susannah was, she soon drew level with the girl and stood in front of her, jockeying from side to side with outstretched arms to block her attempts at going any farther.
"Come on, darling, let's talk this over like sensible people-we're not children . . . "
"No-but he is!" Susannah shouted, pointed an accusing finger at Juan. The boy still sat on the sand, watching with interest as the two girls struggled.
They were only a few feet up the slope and, as Louisa rugged at Susannah waist, the both lost then-balance and half-fell, half-stumbled back onto the sand.
His bright eyes dancing with delight, Juan clapped his hands gleefully as the naked girls (Susannah's towel having slipped from her body during her tussle with Louisa) rolled over and over on the sand. He waited until Louisa had the upper hand, then sprang forward-helping the woman to pin the frantically seething girl to the ground.
Louisa was again sprawled on top of Susannah, her bare body prostrate across the girl's at an angle: making them form an X-shape on the sand. Juan sat firmly on one of Susannah's wrists, reaching across the girl's face to pinion her other arm.
Before she could renew her struggles, Louisa forced her hand between Susannah's thighs and began to push her forefinger back into the girl's cunt-despite her strenuous efforts to prevent the insertion.
"This is what you asked me to do!" Louisa panted. "Isn't it! There now!" Her finger had slipped into the still-sticky orifice and was grinding firmly inside Susannah's pussy. "You may as well relax, darling," she told the girl. "Because sooner or later we're going to give you a lot more of this-no matter how you struggle!"
Susannah stared up at her, the girl's brown eyes wide with fright and fear. Fright at what was being done to her at the moment-and fear as she began to imagine the lengths to which Louisa intended to go.
She turned her gaze to the boy. He nodded at her, his handsome young face beaming with pleasure. What had Louisa done to make him so eager to rape her, Susannah wondered? How had she managed to seduce the innocent boy-who was really no more than a child?
Or was he? Susannah found her eyes moving down to Juan's swim trunks, wandering quickly over the ripe bulge of the boy's penis. She forced her eyes away, ashamed of herself for admiring, even for the briefest moment, the rather large and unmistakably erect prick.
And he had played with her breasts, squeezed her nipples while Louisa pretended that she was caressing them! Susannah gasped and sucked in her lower hp as she also remembered what she had said to Louisa . . . She had made it quite clear to the youth that they were lesbians . . .
He reached out and touched the side of her face with gentle fingers.
"All a game, yes?" he smiled. We have lotsa fun-three of us, eh?"
Susannah blushed. Her vagina was being quite violently frigged by Louisa-and here was this very young boy calmly telling her that he expected them to participate in a three-way orgy!
Yet now that her initial shock had passed, Susannah found that a part of her mind was reacting with pleasure to the situation. Angrily, the girl tried to suppress it. It was intolerable-a blatant invasion of her privacy! If Louisa had first suggested to her that they do such a thing . . . well, she had to admit that she would have refused, but at least-
And that was almost certainly why Louisa had surprised her with the idea of a threesome! Susannah suddenly realized. Knowing that Susannah wouldn't agree to such a thing. Louisa had engineered it and precipitated her into the middle of an orgy before she had time to collect her wits!
Susannah was forced to smile to herself at the woman's cunning. And since she'd already put up rather more than a mere token resistance, Susannah thought that she might just as well become an unwilling participant. She was being a little bit square, she supposed . . .
Tentatively, the girl wriggled her hand, looking up into the boy's face with a pleading expression. "My wrist-you're hurting it! Can you lift your arm up a bit, please?"
He seemed to understand her because Susannah felt the pressure on her lower arm relax. The boy tapped his chest.
"I'm Juan!" he told her. "Juan!"
Susannah was amused by the pride in his voice. "I'm Susannah!" she whispered. "Pleased to meet you, Juan!"
He grinned from ear to ear. His buttocks had left her wrist but the boy remained on his haunches-crouching with his thighs apart, only a few inches from Susannah's face. The girl slipped her hand out from beneath his ass and trailed her fingers softly over his crotch, feeling the rigid stem of his prick quivering at her touch.
He nodded delightedly. "Yes, yes!" he cried. "You feel-you feel me!"
Louisa glanced up. Susannah was stroking Juan's cock through the boy's trunks, rubbing the horny length with the tips of her fingers; they slid delicately upwards, caressing the throbbing underside of his tool, then inched just as deliberately downwards again to fondle briefly at the bulge of his balls.
Relaxing, Louisa continued her finger-fucking of Susannah's cunt-now frigging the juicy red hole with a more tender and slower movement of her finger.
Susannah examined Juan's weapon minutely, tracing her fingers over every part of the boy's mature looking cock. She raised her other hand and began to tug the briefs off, then spread her fingers helplessly, indicating to Juan that it was impossible for her to perform the operation while he was in his present position.
Grinning, the dark-skinned boy jumped to his feet and lifted the front of his trunks carefully over his erect prick. He posed for her proudly, showing the American girl his already mature organ-its crown beating stiffly against his abdomen as it pulsed out its lust.
Susannah nodded her head appreciatively, whereupon Juan quickly removed his swimsuit and resumed his position: stooping over the girl so that she once again had full access to his penis.
She gave the rigid cock a few tentative squeezes before rubbing it between her fingers. The hot shaft seemed to burn into her skin, making Susannah long to take it between her lips and feel its heated length searing against her tongue.
Within the space of a few minutes she had completed her transformation from a reluctant, nearly raped innocent into a lustful libertine. Her mind seethed with possibilities; groupings and combinations rushed unbidden into her head, outrageous and obscene caresses and postures.
She formed an "oh" with her forefinger and thumb, then fitted the circle over the top of Juan's prick and tightened it-making the joined digits cling firmly to the boy's red shaft. Slowly and tantalizingly, Susannah began to frig him: rubbing gently and easily down the scorching meat until she heard the boy panting with desire.
Then her greedy mouth could wait no longer for its pleasure. The girl thrust the tender point of Juan's cock between her lips, forcing him to fall length-ways across her face-his belly resting against her cheek.
She sucked avidly on the boyish tool, drawing it deeper and deeper into her mouth until her lips had closed around its base. The youth's penis was, of course, smaller than her husband's, but Susannah was far from disappointed.
In fact, she found that her excitement was intensified by the knowledge that her mouth was filled with a prick which was still not completely mature. Her senses swam with sensual pleasure as she revolved the shaft in her hot, wet orifice-now licking with her sleek pink tongue up and down the fleshy knob.
Her concentration upon Juan's cock was so great that Susannah had almost forgotten that Louisa was still fingering her cunt! But when the woman crooked her nail and began to scratch daintily over the tender protuberance of her clitoris, the girl shivered excitedly.
A warm, flowing sensation passed through her loins, a kind of fluid mellowness which made her feel dreamy and acutely aware of her sexuality at one and the same time.
Louisa, judging Susannah's reactions perfectly, focused her attentions intently upon the girl's clit; rubbing the red button with the edge of her fingernail and making it flick saucily up and down.
She wanted to get Juan to fuck Susannah before either of them reached an orgasm. It was important that the girl didn't become so carried away by the preliminary love-play that she was only half aware of what was happening to her. Louisa resisted the impulse, therefore, to prolong her clit-teasing and bring Susannah to a speedy climax, she wanted the girl to go a stage further and agree to Louisa sharing her marriage bed, it was essential that she should have a generous "taster" of the joys which a threesome could bring to her.
And so Louisa conquered her immediate desires (telling herself that she would soon have every opportunity to satisfy them) and reluctantly withdrew her finger from Susannah's cunt.
The girl twisted her head round in surprise, loosening her grip on Juan's cock. The live, snaky rod slithered half out of her mouth and Susannah was about to gobble it back between her lips when Louisa shook her head, whispering:
"No, darling . . . Let's do something different now!"
Susannah easily guessed what the woman meant. And when Louisa reached out and took Juan's hand in hers, pulling the boy round until his body was lying full-length on top of the girl's, she made not the slightest protest.
Juan placed both his hands on Susannah's breasts, repeating his fondling of the luscious globes, and the girl gazed down-watching his fingers as they moved steadily over and into her soft and precious mounds, recalling that she had imagined they were Louisa's the last time the boy had touched them.
Louisa had positioned herself at their side, playing the role of mistress of ceremonies. She pushed her hand between their bodies, feeling for Juan's cock. Taking the palpitating dick carefully between her fingers, she aimed it unerringly for Susannah's pussy-working the arrowhead against the puffy lips until it worked them apart and began to sink joyfully into the girl's honey-hole.
Unfortunately, it seemed that Juan was not quite big enough to fully satisfy Susannah's mature and rather spacious cunt: she was accustomed to a somewhat larger, fatter prick.
But Louisa realized this and cleverly inserted two of her fingers alongside the boy's penis-thus completely filling Susannah's vagina and giving the girl double her usual satisfaction. She could feel Juan's cock as it started to fuck its way in and out of Susannah's slit: the stiff flesh beating rhythmically against her fingers with every stroke.
And she was able to enjoy the girl's fierce downward lunges as Susannah settled herself into an even tempo of surging lust.
Louisa watched vicariously as Juan massaged the prominent melons of Susannah's bosom. He treated them most expertly, letting his thumbs lift upwards to fondle at the girl's nipples, and coaxing the globes into an assortment of sexy shapes.
The tits grew redder and stiffer under his caresses, the buds rising visibly in a beautiful flowering of desire. Susannah was lying with her arms outstretched on the sand, ostensibly a passive and unwilling instrument of their pleasure. But the sharp movements of her loins denied this interpretation: she was thrusting her belly and hips in an urgent, demanding rhythm-encouraging the boy to fuck her with greater violence.
His small but potent prick coursed in and out of the girl's cunt with vigor, Susannah's fingers helping him to satisfy her. At the same time, Louisa was treating Juan to an occasional caress-fondling the hot shaft, which was already sticky with Susannah's juices, as it slid between her fingers.
Soon, the boy put both his hands on Susannah's right breast and squeezed the globe, cupping the soft flesh in his fingers. This made the delectable point of the girl's nipple stand out even more prominently-and Juan pursed his lips, lowering his mouth onto the tempting bud. He popped it between his teeth, drawing strongly on the luscious tit until it grew even more distended and stiff.
Susannah reached her hand out and gently stroked the boy's hair. He really was so terribly young, she thought. And lifted her breast further into his mouth, letting him suck a large portion of the doughy orb between his lips.
She could feel the warmth of his body on hers, but his frame was so light, so featherweight that the girl could scarcely sense his physical presence at ail-apart from the writhing heat of his prick inside her. They shouldn't be doing this to him, she thought. It really was very wrong of them to seduce so small a child.. .
But the very sensation of guilt increased her desire . . . sharpened her lust quickly. It was as if the girl gained an added thrill from her indiscreetness; as if it added an extra dimension of pleasure to her passion. Knowing that her actions were highly reprehensible, Susannah coyly chastised herself; at the same time enjoying her sense of wickedness.
She was now pushing Juan's face as firmly as possible into her breast, smothering the boy with her large, suffocating bosom. He rolled his head from side to side-making the spherical flesh wobble and shake beneath his mouth, sucking Susannah's nipple as tightly between his teeth as possible.
Now that the girl's other breast was free, Louisa played with it-using the fingers of her free hand to fondle the marvelous, soft-skinned globe. She gave it a generous, lengthy massage, teasing the nipple until it perked up brightly, and then stretched her lips widely-taking almost half of the girl's breast in her mouth.
Together, Juan and Louisa gobbled at Susannah's tit-flesh, greedily sucking and pulling on the voluptuous hemispheres-their cheeks brushing as they moved their heads in a delirious, abandoned shaking.. . .
Soon, Louisa felt the boy's prick tensing wildly between her fingers and realized that Juan was not far short of achieving his climax. She deliberately gave his cock a more intense frigging, jerking her fingers quickly up and down its hot length until it was on the very brink of coming.
Then-seizing the fleshy rod tightly-the woman pulled it roughly out of Susannah's cunt and pressed it firmly against the girl's soft under-belly.
Juan lifted his mouth from Susannah's breast, a cry of protest starting from his lips. But Louisa quickly fingered the sensitive foreskin, snapping it up and down the red, gleaming knob, and took her own lips away from Susannah's titty to watch the come streaming from its pin-prick opening.
The white fluid rushed suddenly out of the boy's cock-spilling helplessly onto the creamy, satin surface of the girl's stomach; forming large globules of oozing thick juice . . .
And before Susannah could voice her frustration, Louisa returned her fingers to the girl's sex-slit and tickled three of her digits deeply into the slot; shaking them as rapidly as possible-the bunched-up fingers adequately imitating the action of a larger prick than Juan's.
Susannah relaxed again, her interrupted orgasm now welling up once more . . .
When the spasm had ended, Louisa motioned to Juan that he should now kneel over Susannah's face and be sucked off properly. He stopped frowning at this, his face lighting up once more with that familiar grin. And while Susannah was still regaining her breath, the boy positioned his knees on either side of the girl's head and lowered himself so that his now-flaccid cock was in line with her mouth.
Her mind still whirling with the exquisite delight of her late orgasm, Susannah half-unconsciously opened her lips and let Juan insert his wet, oily prick between them.
She started to chew it automatically, several minutes elapsing before she quite realized what she was doing. And by that time Juan's weapon had begun to stiffen again-rising hotiy under the liquid sexiness of the girl's mouth.
Susannah held his hips, keeping them steady while she pushed her face backwards and forwards against his crotch: her tongue busily moving up and down the thickening phallus. Then, as if discarding the last of her inhibitions, the girl slipped her hands onto his slim buttocks and fondled then purposefully; eventually daring to slide two of her fingers between the boy's buttocks and tickle softly at his naked anus.
She began to penetrate the small, tightly pursed hole-teasing him by letting her forefinger delve slightly into the orifice, then withdraw again . . . then repeating the action. It took her several minutes before Juan finally felt the full length of Susannah's digit up the intimate hole of his ass, but once the finger was completely embedded Susannah made up for her tantalizing by giving him a beautifully sexy reaming: twisting her forefinger slowly round and round, curving it gently so that it stretched the tender inside skin as open as possible . . .
And her mouthing of his prick was growing more and more intense, her lips wrapped tightly around the sticky stem and lolling it around her lovely tongue until Juan felt his little tool regain its former potency.
Meanwhile, Louisa had turned her attention to the deposit of come which Juan had shot onto Susannah's belly. The woman smeared it downwards with her fingers until the warm sperm was seeping into the parted lips of Susannah's cunt. She rubbed it carefully between the slit, then brought her mouth close to the girl's pussy; sniffing deeply at the mingled juices of the boy and the woman.
Her breath coming in fast, wild pants, Louisa at last put her lips on the raised mound of Susannah's pubis-feeling the hard muscle press firmly against her mouth, the wet coating of male and female juices incredibly exciting on her lips.
She nuzzled her mouth further down, her tongue darting out to savor the blissful cream. It filled her with a hitherto undreamed of joy-this unholy licking of the recently shed semen. Louisa fastened her lips as tightly as possible on Susannah's cunt and began to suck avidly.
The soft, roseate inner hole of her pussy was as oily as it could possibly be with the flow of her own love-juice. And now that Louisa had stirred Juan's come into the orifice as well the slot simply oozed with rich, pungent cream.
"With her tongue protruding as far out of her mouth as possible, Louisa levered the quivering wet morsel into the girl's cunt-turning it round and round inside the tight passageway until it could penetrate no further.
Her hands fondling urgently at the inside of Susannah's thighs, the woman wriggled her mouth fervently into the blonde-bushed hole: guzzling and making loud sucking noises as she felt the sensitive inner-lips respond to her lustful kissing.
Susannah, her fingers deeply inside Juan's asshole, had begun to use her teeth on the boy's driving, pulsating cock. Softly at first, the girl's ardor rapidly mounted and she was soon nibbling quite roughly on the quivering red prick. Her sharp white teeth firmly trapped Juan's boyish weapon and forced him to make an extra violent effort if he wanted to continue his fucking of it into her mouth.
At the same time, her quick, pointy tongue was flicking rapidly over the crown; teasing with moist, liquid caresses the vulnerable little hole. Under her hands, he tensed and wiggled his bottom, frantically striving to thrust his prick further down the girl's throat.
A sexy tug-of-war began between Susannah and the Mexican boy. He battled his cock urgently against her teeth, trying with all his might to force it past the tight grip . . . and she clenched them as firmly as she dared-forced to give in to him at last for fear that she might tear the delicate skin of his penis.
They prolonged their pleasure for a much longer duration this time. Susannah was able to savor Juan's wily, firm-fleshed cock for ages before she finally felt the boy's prick leaping madly in her mouth and shudder into a sustained spurting of his young but potent love-juice.
She dabbed frantically at the underside of his penis with her tongue, making him go almost insane with excitement as she purposely intensified his orgasm to a fantastic degree.
And the taste of his come as it mingled with her saliva and was gulped down her throat brought Susannah to a glorious orgasm of her own, sending a fierce, tense panic through her mind-a fear that unless she came at this very moment-right now, at this instant!-her brain would explode with frustration.
Suddenly, Louisa's mouth was filled with a glorious warmth. Instantly, she fingered the lips of Susannah's pussy fully apart-and, sinking her mouth urgently between them, sucked with every ounce of her strength, drawing the very last speck of juice from the girl's cunt.. .
At last I've repaid her! she thought, satisfaction pouring through every cell in her body. At last I've given Susannah the pleasure which she gave to me!
And Louisa rubbed her lips on the incredibly wet and open slit, snuggling contentedly between the girl's thighs as Susannah's belly gradually ceased its trembling.
"Manana? Same time?" Juan kissed their hands politely, a marked and amusing contrast from his earlier intimacies with the two girls. He had pulled his swimming trunks back into place, bowed low to them in turn, and was now about to take his leave of them.
While she had no intention of keeping the rendezvous, Louisa had told Juan that they would meet him on the beach at the same time tomorrow afternoon. It shouldn't be too hard to avoid him: with Marty or Al there she could order the boy off their private beach before he had a chance to explain (in his halting, inadequate English) what purpose he had on their property.
Come to that, Louisa thought, watching Juan backing away from them and beginning to scramble up the rocky path-what was he doing on their beach in the first place?
He must have come from the direction of the villa, because a fence-quite a high one-kept them in solitude from the surrounding land and beaches. She frowned. Juan was also returning the same way, instead of swimming round the point and going up one of the public beaches.
Louisa wished that she had thought to tell the boy that he mustn't go near the villa. But he was already half-way up the slope and to call him back now might attract attention: it was late in the afternoon, around five o'clock, and it was possible that Al or Marty were getting a breath of fresh air.
She waved to him and then Juan disappeared behind the rim of the hill. Susannah had gone into the sea again-partly to cool off and get rid of the sand which was sticking to her body, partly to see if she could find the girls' bikini tops.
She came out of the water, shaking her head and holding her hands out. And Louisa wondered how they were going to explain the absence of their bras when they got back to their husbands.
With luck, they'd be able to sneak up to their bedrooms and change before Marty and Al caught sight of them. If not.. . ?
She realized with a start of surprise that she didn't really care one way or the other if the men found out about their affair! What could they do, after all? If Marty (and Al, come to that) were so narrow-minded and square that they were shocked by what Susannah and herself had done . . . fuck them!!
Louisa raised her eyebrows. What had she just thought? Fuck them? Well, well . . . Evidently Susannah had had more influence on her than she had supposed. Only last night, Louisa recalled, she had been rather shocked to hear that word pass the girl's pretty lips. And now she was using it (at least mentally) without the slightest trace of embarrassment.
She shook the bath towel out vigorously, noticing as she got rid of the sand particles that it was stained in one or two places. A delightful souvenir of their afternoon's pleasure, she thought. And again the woman felt completely indifferent about Marty's possible reaction should he notice the large blotches and inquire about their source.
What the hell did it really matter? All this surreptitious, frightened secrecy about sex! What was the point of it? They were both mature adults, supposedly free from anxiety about their moral behavior.
Why-according to the tabloid newspapers they were fully paid-up members of the jet set! Amoral, loose living, shameless bed-hoppers. People who cared nothing for the "accepted" codes of society. Anyone who earned a living in the entertainment world today was tacitly exempted from the so-called "laws of decency" which, on the surface anyway, were supposed to govern the lives of ordinary people.
They were expected to sleep around, take drugs, have sex orgies . . . Frequently, that was the reason why the public paid so much money to watch them and their work. It was a kind of implicit approval of their way of life-and, of course, a vicarious means of showing it
Why on earth should she feel ashamed of what they had done? Louisa straightened her shoulders, the quick justification for her behavior making her quite self-possessed and confident.
Susannah shook herself energetically, throwing off a shower of salt water which sprayed over Louisa's naked body.
"Hey!" Louisa jumped away from the wringing wet girl. "That's going all over me! Stop it!" Susannah laughed, her truly magnificent breasts jiggling wildly. "I thought you needed cooling down!" she smiled. "After all the exercise you've had this afternoon you look as if you could do with a drop of cold water!"
Louisa returned the girl's smile. "You really do look sexy," she complimented her. "Honest-I've never seen a girl so beautiful without a stitch of clothing on! Usually, I think women look better when they're wearing something. But you--! " She gave a long, appreciative wolf-whistle.
Susannah blushed prettily. "Do you really think so?" she simpered-deliberately putting on a pose. "What: little me-beautiful?"
Louisa chucked her under the chin. "I'm afraid we haven't really got time for another romp," she told the girl regretfully. "Much as I'd love one! The boys will be expecting us back."
Susannah pouted and let her head fall on one side. "Oh, dear," she sighed. "After giving me all those compliments you mean you're not going to do anything to me?" She stuck the point of her tongue between her lips. "I hate you!"
Giggling, Louisa took Susannah's hand and started to lead her up the stony path to the villa. Suddenly, their entire relationship seemed to have changed-to have grown warm, friendly, intimate . . . The soft pressure of the girl's fingers, entwined with her own, gave Louisa a glowing feeling of tenderness towards Susannah. There was no longer a sense of furtiveness, of mistrust between them. They accepted their lesbian affinity without self-consciousness now: it was apparent from Susannah's easygoing, relaxed attitude towards her-and Louisa knew that she herself felt the same way.
They were halfway up the incline, the villa not in sight, when she suddenly remembered that she hadn't broached the subject of Al's seduction! Louisa stopped, and drew Susannah to a sitting position on the rocks.
"Let's stay here a moment," she suggested. "You can see right to sea-look, there's a big liner on the horizon-"
Susannah looked at her quizzically. "Hey, come on now!" she exclaimed. "You didn't stop just to tell me that, now did you? What's really on your mind, Louisa?"
The girls were sitting rather uncomfortably on two large stones, looking out to sea. They had pulled on their bikini pants but their breasts, sans the shielding cups of their swimsuit tops, were bare and already tinged pink by the hot rays of the sun.
Louisa held Susannah's hand in her lap, the girl's fingers resting intimately on the plump bulge of her mound.
"We had quite a lot of fun this afternoon," she began slowly. "You did enjoy yourself, didn't you?"
The girl nodded, still rather puzzled by Louisa's air of mystery.
"I know you were a bit put out at first by the idea of letting someone else join in-and a male intruder at that," the woman continued carefully. "But it turned out to be rather exciting, didn't it?"
Susannah nodded impatiently. "Get to the point, darling," she urged. "I can't stand the suspense! What on earth are you leading up to?"
"All right. It's this: Would it be so awful of me to suggest that-that your husband did the same thing? That Al shared the two of us? Don't be angry, darling," Louisa added quickly. "It's only an idea-a sudden inspiration I've had. You've got to admit that Juan was rather interesting, haven't you? Just think what a full-grown man-"
Susannah's jaw had dropped. She was almost comical in her amazement-her eyes practically bulging as they stared into Louisa's.
"Al!" she exclaimed at last. "But-but he'd never do anything like that! You must be crazy, darling-he's not like that! He'd go mad if I even suggested it to him!"
To her relief Louisa saw that Susannah didn't seem to be outraged herself by her proposal. The girl appeared to be more concerned about her husband's reaction to such a get-together. And that, Louisa told herself, was distinctly encouraging!
"He wouldn't have to actually suggest it to him," she murmured. "Supposing we sort of sprung it on him: got him into such a position that he'd be overwhelmed before he had time to object?"
"How do you mean?" Susannah sounded intrigued.
"Well, if I were to slip into your bedroom tonight and snuggle down beside him, getting him to make love to me thinking that it was you he was caressing . . . When he found out his mistake wouldn't it be too late for him to back out? Especially if you started to make love to him at that point!"
Susannah giggled softly. "You really are a bitch!" she whispered. And Louisa knew that she held the girl in the palm of her hand.
"You'd also be helping me to help Marty," Louisa went on, giving Susannah's fingers an inconspicuous squeeze. "If Al did make love to us, he'd almost certainly be more likely to stand by Marty over the play. Think about it: we'd give him such a wonderful time in bed that his loyalty towards Marty would grow much stronger! It's bound to!
"You'd like to help me in that way, wouldn't you Susannah, darling? It means so much to Marty-so very much. If we were intimate with your husband, Al would feel obliged to do all he could to ensure that Marty is in too. Men are like that! They're guilty about deceiving somebody's wife and they'll do anything to make up for it!
"And we both know that Al is wavering between having his play produced anyway-with Marty or without him-and showing some integrity and insisting that either Marty is in the deal or it's no good!
"Please, darling-do this for me! I know it's a hell of a lot of ask of you . . . " Louisa was pressing Susannah's fingers into the bulge of her crotch, deliberately reminding the girl of the pleasure she had enjoyed at that snug, slippery place.
Whether it was due to this, or whether Susannah genuinely saw the woman's desire to help her husband and sympathized with it, Louisa wasn't quite sure. But she squeezed Louisa's fingers affectionately and planted a moist, loving kiss on her neck.
"All right, darling-I'll do it!"
Louisa's spirits soared joyously; a wonderful wave of elation lifted her and sent her into a dizzying, breathless euphoria. And, once again, she couldn't tell if she was pleased to be aiding Marty by her intrigues or if she was simply exhilarated by the prospect of moving deeper into a web of forbidden, totally uninhibited sex . . .
They stared into each other's eyes; the two girls who had known one another less than 24 hours, but whose bodies were already familiar to their respective partner as their own.
Susannah knew that she had been awakened by Louisa's innate hunger for female flesh. The woman's own perversity had roused her long-dormant desires in that direction-and the girl realized that she couldn't lock them up again . . . not yet, at any rate. Perhaps when the initial impact of Louisa's personality had worn off; but that time, she knew, was going to be quite some considerable distance away.
Kissing each other lightly upon the mouth, the girls rose to their feet and began to retrace their steps up the uneven pathway to the villa. Louisa had draped the bath towel as best she could around both their shoulders and it hung over their breasts loosely. Though with every movement of their bodies the ill-fitting "garment" threatened to part company with their bobbing tits and expose the beauties to view.
Hand in hand, they climbed to the more level ground and walked in the still warm sunshine towards their smart and expensive holiday residence-hurrying now, in the hope that they would get there before either Marty or Al spotted them.
Then, abruptly both girls stood stock still.
Coming out of the front door of the house was Juan! He wore a silly little smile on his face, and waved to the girls. Louisa tried to call out to him to come back, but the lithe and sure-footed young Mexican boy broke into a run and was out of the front gate within seconds.