Chapter 4
Marc looked back over the past two weeks and marveled at how wonderful it had been with Mrs. Stanley Browning-Ilsa-for his house guest. After that first night, when he had fucked her all evening and throughout most of the night, he told her there was no point in her staying in the dorm room with one of her daughters when she could stay there with him and sleep with him every night. That is, they slept when he wasn't fucking her in her cunt or in the mouth.
He was delighted at how Ilsa enjoyed having his boner buried in her all the time. She took to being fucked like she wanted all she could get before she went back home, where she wouldn't get any. During the two weeks she spent with Marc, not a day went by that he didn't plug her love nest with his cock.
She visited her two daughters, Helga and Tris, only twice, which made them feel relieved that Mom wasn't there day and night to watch every move they made. The rest of the time Ilsa spent with Marc. She explained to the girls that she didn't want to take them away from their studies and their friends.
But the girls weren't fooled. They had seen her with Marc and they knew this was Mom's chance to be fucked by a young stud without Daddy finding out about it, and she was making the most of it. The girls didn't give her a hard time about it. They understood. After all, Daddy would be making out with one of the neighbor women while Mom wasn't there.
Beside that, Helga and Tris thought Marc was really something, and both of them had the hots for him. Each one had her own secret plan that, as soon as Mom went back home, she'd make out with that gorgeous stud herself.
Marc's timing couldn't have been better. He had just returned home from taking Ilsa to the airport when his father and mother came back from their vacation. Neither parent had any way of knowing he'd had a woman living there with him all the time they were gone. He'd already checked the house carefully to make sure there was nothing of Ilsa's lying around, like a pair of her panties carelessly tossed aside, or a bra dropped behind the couch and forgotten.
Confident that those little details had been taken care of, Marc could assume the posture of a young man who was totally innocent as he greeted his parents in the driveway and helped carry their luggage into the house.
Days later, Delia was so happy to see her darling, and so eager to show him how much she missed him, that as soon as her husband went out of the house with a suitcase in each hand, she threw herself at him to lavish him with hugs and kisses. Her arms entwined about his neck and, whether it was international or not, her pussy was rubbing against his hard upright boner. It seemed to him she was kissing him in a way that a woman shouldn't be kissing if she didn't want him to start wondering how good his chances were of getting his prick up between her legs when her husband wasn't around.
But she often kissed him in the manner she was kissing him now, with her tongue probing in his mouth in search of his while she wriggled against him, rubbing herself up and down like she was getting a thrill out of feeling his solid erection with her twat.
Often, that is, whenever her husband wasn't there to catch her doing it. She showed little interest in this boy if her husband was in town. Marc noticed she was very clever about that. She obviously didn't want the old man to find out she would do anything as lewd and outrageous as pressing herself up to the big bulge in the front of his pants while she kissed him like she was his woman instead of his mother's friend.
But when they were alone like this, it was as if she wanted him to be wedded to her hot sexual nature. She was no dummy, Marc told himself. She couldn't help but know that he lusted for her, even when she wasn't doing anything to arouse him. How could she possibly not know that he wanted very much to fuck her, even if she was his mother's bridge buddy?
Today she stood there pressed up against him with her arms about him and her mouth on his. Marc moved his hands downward and grabbed a handful of ass. She didn't seem to mind. There were times when she pretended to object to him feeling her rear end, or fondling her boobs, but this time she didn't. Just when she had him to the point where he was sure he was about to shoot off his load in his undershorts, she withdrew her mouth from his and gazed at him with a flirtatious smile. like she was telling him with her eyes that she knew he wanted to fuck her.
She was about to say something when she heard the car door slam and she pulled away from him.
It went on like that, day after day as it always had, teasing one another, each arousing the other to a fever of sexual desire while both pretended it was all quite innocent.
She let him know in many little ways, without saying anything, that she wouldn't have minded having a hot thing going with him, and the fact that her husband was always nearby would simply make it all the more exciting. At the same time, Marc made it obvious to her he had no qualms about screwing her, and would do it if they were alone together and she gave him the least bit of encouragement.
But that chance didn't come. At least not during the next two weeks. Her husband got home at the end of the day when he did. And when Marc dropped by during the evening, her husband was there too. Marc could look at his beautiful, hot and sexy, curvaceous neighbor and revel in his hot and forbidden fantasies while she may have been having the same kind of thoughts. But that was all they could do this particular week.
There wasn't anything she wouldn't do for Marc, her secret lover, Joyce told herself. She gave a lot of thought to his latest suggestion. He wanted to watch two women making love to each other. He often fantasized about it while he was fucking her, he told her. At first it was simply something he talked about. Later he became more specific. He asked her flat out if she and one of her women friends would eat one another's pussy while he watched.
"I couldn't!" she told him emphatically. "I get embarrassed just thinking about it."
"You mean to tell me you've never had sex with another woman?" Marc asked her.
"Well, sure I have," Joyce admitted. "But never with a guy watching."
After a while, he took another tack. "Okay, so you can't do it with Marie or Marilyn or Carole. How about with someone I know you like a lot? And someone we both know will keep her mouth shut about it?"
"Who?" Joyce asked.
"Delia."
"Well...I don't know."
"Can't you just picture yourself being made love to by Delia?" he went on. "You wouldn't be embarrassed with her, and neither of you would mind me being there, watching. I could even join in. Delia could suck on one of your boobs while I sucked on the other. She could eat your pussy while I licked your asshole. Bet you've never had a man and a woman work you over at the same time."
Joyce reluctantly admitted it sounded exciting. Then, with a little more coaxing, she gave in. She even agreed to talk to Delia about it.
After giving Marc such a hard time about it before she gave in, she was astounded at how eagerly Delia went for it. They agreed on Friday evening at Joyce's home, a night when her husband was out of town.
Joyce was as nervous as a virgin bride. She and Marc had an early, light supper. Delia said she'd be over at 7:30. She wondered if she'd chicken out. Then she worried that Marc would. At 7:20 the doorbell rang. It was Delia. Marc served drinks to relax them, the best from the liquor cabinet that Joyce's husband was so proud of.
When they finished their drinks, they went upstairs to the master bedroom and Marc quickly stripped himself naked. He insisted on Joyce and Delia undressing one another. By the time the two women were naked, they were both into the spirit of the thing, giggling and tickling each other playfully.
Then they stood with their arms about one another, tit to tit, belly to belly and cunt hair intertwining, while they kissed like they enjoyed it as much as they would have had they had been kissing Marc.
Joyce lay down on the bed and let Delia have her way with her boobs. She kissed and licked them all over, and sucked erotically on the stiffened nipples as Marc would have done. He didn't miss the fact that Delia's hand was on Joyce's twat, fondling it, rubbing it gently, while Joyce writhed and squirmed.
She sucked all over her boobs, not just on her nipples. Joyce obviously loved it, finding Delia's clever technique erotic and exciting.
Delia then concentrated on the nipples and areolae. She licked all around the areolae first, before settling into a splendid sucking and nibbling of the nipples. She knew what she was doing. She glanced over at Marc and saw his prick standing boldly upright and quivering. He stroked it with his hand, unaware he was doing it. The sight of it almost made Delia's mouth water.
As for Joyce, under Delia's oral caresses, her tits were sending a message to her cunt, which resulted in pussy cream oozing from her slit. She wondered if Delia's twat was oozing cream too. She reached down to find out. Her fingers touched the other woman's cunthole and she was indeed leaking warm honey.
By the time Delia kissed and licked her way down over Joyce's belly to her nest of cunt hair, Joyce was rolling her ass around frantically. She clutched at the other woman's head, pushing it between her widely spread thighs.
"Oh God...eat me," she groaned.
Considering that Joyce's twat was wet with her juices, that was asking a lot. But Delia didn't seem to think so. She got in there face-first and began lapping it all up, savoring the flavor in a way that was as exciting as Joyce as if Marc was down there eating her.
Delia got herself turned around and flung a leg over Joyce, straddling her. The sight of two attractive women in the 69 position was almost enough to cause Marc to shoot his load. Delia was already eating Joyce's pussy as she lowered her cunt onto the other woman's face.
"You think you had it good with Marc eating your cunt. Wait until I'm finished eating you out," Joyce babbled, then grabbed hold of Delia's ass and pulled her cunt down onto her sucking mouth.
Cuntal cream coated Delia's face and she felt Joyce's body stiffen. "Oh yesss," she hissed. "You're ready. Do me. I want to cum when you do!"
Joyce used the fingers of both hands to spread the other woman's cunt lips so she could get her tongue right up in there. It was a deep pink, almost crimson. There were two big fat outer labia, fringed with hair on either side. Then there were the inner labia, thin at the top edge and fatter below. She gazed at the woman's clit, wrinkled at the base, puffed and fat at its pointy tip. She ran her tongue all around it, getting to know every part of it intimately.
She enjoyed the taste of Delia's twat. From experience she knew no two cunts tasted a-like. It was similar to her own taste, which was totally un-like the taste of a man's cum. It tasted delicious. She buried her face between Delia's thighs and took a healthy slurp. She sucked up the cream that lay in the valley of her slit, then tongued the tip of her clit. She felt Delia doing the same to her.
She shivered through this exciting sensation, two women sucking on one another's clit. Her tongue extended, she made a beeline for Delia's cunt well. She probed inside, reaching as far as she could. She was surrounded by wet warmth, her tongue in a dark mushy cave.
She slurped up the warm juices again and withdrew her tongue so it could duel with the tip of Delia's clit. Delia was doing the same to her and Joyce's body began a horizontal dance on the bed. Short heavy gasps reminded her that Marc was watching this lewd performance. She had all but forgotten him. She was too busy to think about him, and she couldn't see him anyway, not with Delia's ass above her and her legs on either side of her.
Delia began to moan as her body danced on top of hers. Joyce's climax was almost upon her. She speeded up her tongue-work as she lapped Delia's slippery slit. With a yowl, both women stiffened and sobbed.
Delia rolled away from her and suddenly Marc was crouched between her legs. "I've watched long enough," he said excitedly. "I've got to get in on this action. Are you ready for the male version of muff-diving?"
Joyce nodded her head with a big grin on her face. With Delia no longer on top of her, she could look around and see what was going on. Delia was on her back and she wriggled about until her head was below Joyce's ass cheeks and under Marc's crouching body. She was going to suck his cock.
Marc kissed and licked up and down Joyce's slit, trailed his tongue up one side and down the other. He got right down to business and started tonguing her clit. At first he went slowly, licking it gently, driving her wild. Then, because he'd eaten her pussy before and knew what she liked, he devoured her twat until she was nearly out of her mind. In the meantime, Delia was sucking on his cock as voraciously as he was eating Joyce's cunt.
Suddenly, Marc fired off his load into Delia's mouth just as Joyce bathed his face in her climactic spendings. With an agonized howl, Joyce thrust her cunt up at Marc's face while he was trying to bury his cock in Delia's mouth. She shuddered as her orgasm all but consumed her. It left her limp and panting. She closed her eyes and drifted on a sea of pleasure. When she opened them, Marc had his head between Delia's thighs, eating her cunt.
For a while, the two women lay there with Marc between them. They covered him with loving kisses from his face down to his cock and back up again. Then he sat up, got turned around and, grinning at them, he said, "Okay, which one is ready for a good, deep fucking, while the other one watches?"
Joyce was delighted at the way things were going. Only last week she had enjoyed woman to woman sex with Delia while Marc watched and joined in. Oh how he joined in. That tireless stud fucked both of them, not once but twice. It was a night Joyce wouldn't forget anytime soon.
Now she was in the master bedroom of the another home, alone with her very dear friend Judith. She had summoned up her courage and let Judith know what was on her mind, that the two of them could spend the day having a wonderful time on the bed together, both of them naked. Much to her relief, Judith didn't mind the suggestion. Instead, she gave Joyce a loving smile, kissed her, and with their arms about one another, they went upstairs to the bedroom.
Joyce was gentle with her friend, because Judith was a little edgy. "I haven't made love to another woman since I was in college," she explained.
"You've been missing a lot," Joyce told her. "You have a good deal of catching up to do. Don't worry. After today, you'll be right back in the thick of things. A woman who swings both ways gets twice the pleasure."
"Really?"
"Of course," Joyce assured her. "If you can't do it with a man without making your husband suspicious, you can invite one of your women friends over and do it with her."
"And he won't find out?"
Joyce shook her head and chuckled. "Men are funny that way. If you're alone with a man, your husband gets upset. But you can be alone with a woman all day long and he thinks nothing of it."
"Sounds pretty sneaky," Judith said with a little giggle.
"It is," Joyce admitted. "And if you're clever, you can have a man or a woman, whichever you want, whenever you want, without hubby being any of the wiser."
They stood by the side of the bed, holding one another and kissing. Then Joyce slowly undressed her, and then herself. Joyce marveled at what a lovely woman Judith was. She had lusted after her for years but had never, until now, decided to do something about it. Her body was soft, with a hint of chubbiness, which was very appealing. She stroked the woman's skin softly, first on her neck, then her arms, finally her hips and ass. She feather-stroked the inner side of her thighs. Judith sighed and relaxed a little.
They got onto the bed together and Joyce licked and kissed her thighs, and she tensed again. But it was a different kind of tension, the good kind, the sexual kind.
That was when Joyce decided Judith was ready to have her pussy kissed, licked and sucked. She would get around to her tits later. She softly kissed her Venus mound and then nibbled on her cunt lips, working her way to the heart of the matter. Judith must have liked it, for she spread her legs as wide as she could. When her clit was touched, she shivered.
She wasn't wet there yet, but she would be soon, Joyce told herself. Crouched between her legs, she zeroed in on her cunt with her mouth and tongue while stroking her thighs and ass. Judith writhed on the bed.
A low moan escaped Judith's lips as Joyce kissed, licked and sucked her twat. Her pelvis shifted. Without taking her mouth from her cunt, Joyce reached up with both hands and took hold of her full, round boobs. Judith moaned again. As Joyce continued to lap at her moistening snatch, her fingers stroked the flat, dark nipples that topped her cream tits. Now Judith was really getting into it, humping against Joyce's mouth and moaning louder.
Suddenly, she was into an orgasm and it was intense. Her legs were up over Joyce's shoulders and she squeezed.
Joyce gave her friend time to recover, then she climbed over her in the 69 position. "Now you do to me what I did to you," she invited.
Judith reached up, grabbed hold of Joyce by both cheeks of her lovely round ass, and pulled her cunt down onto her mouth. That sent a thrill all through Joyce. She knew her friend was remembering her naughty college escapades. She smiled between Judith's thighs and told herself there was nothing like a college education.
Judith's tongue glided over and around Joyce's hot, moist cunt as she did to her. As they were both doing it now. It was simple. When Joyce wriggled her ass excitedly, Judith licked faster and deeper. When she felt Joyce's tongue slap playfully at her clit, Judith did the same to her. As they drove one another higher and higher, their bodies writhed and undulated on the bed.
Soon Judith was on the verge of cumming. She wondered whether to wait for her friend, but decided her climax might trigger hers and let herself go. Joyce went for it, pressing her cunt hard against Judith's mouth while she sucked ravenously on her cunt. They climaxed together and they made the bed shake.
Judith got off of her, turned herself around, and the two of them cuddled up in one another's arms. Judith laughed joyously and said, "You made a believer out of me. We're going to be doing this a lot from now on."
Joyce laughed with her. "We're just getting started, honey. We have all day, remember?"