Chapter 3
It was two days later when Frank Peters telephoned Patsy to announce that Judy would be returning home that evening. Patsy's heart beat faster as she realized that she would finally have the opportunity to meet the young bride and to try and make good on her promise to Walter.
"Can you try and be away from the house tomorrow morning?" she asked Frank. Her plans were already formulated and she needed complete privacy to make them work.
"I -I think so," Frank mumbled, already sorry that he had discussed his wife's lack of sexual interest with the older Patsy Blair. He wasn't at all sorry that he had met and fucked the almost nymphomanic neighbor. His cock still ached from their two days of non-stop sex. "Do you still think it's a good idea to talk to her?"
"Lover, you just leave it to me. I'll have her sucking your wonderful cock before you know it!" Patsy exuded self-confidence and she wanted to have some of it rub off on Frank.
She rang off before Frank could change his mind. It would have been nice to have him over here just one more time, she told herself. But she wanted time to think, to make sure that she had everything straight in her own mind before talking to Judy.
Patsy heard Frank's car pull into the driveway later that evening and she couldn't resist peeking through the drawn curtains for a quick look at the young girl whose life she hoped to change. She saw them walk into the house, arm in arm as if nothing in the world were troubling either of them. Then, getting back into bed, she reached for her penis-shaped vibrator and tried to console herself with a poor substitute for the heated cock she so desperately wanted. She wondered if Frank were going to try and make love to Judy tonight. A low moan escaped her perfect lips as she switched on the battery power and felt the small but powerful vibrator come alive deep inside her clenching vagina.
It was already past nine o'clock when Patsy awoke the next morning. She showered and dressed quickly, brushing her long dark hair as she sipped a cup of black coffee. She felt wonderfully alive and powerful. Just the thought of what she was about to do gave her a sense of extreme well-being.
She was standing by the kitchen window when she heard the door to the Peters' residence open and close and saw Frank come out of the house and get into his car. Without thinking, she stepped back from the window just a little and gave a tiny wave to him.
She watched him drive away from the house before moving. Then, she went into the bedroom and checked her appearance once more in the full length mirror. Her lush figure was complimented by the golden silk blouse and tight black slacks. She wanted Judy to be able to see what a beautiful woman she had to contend with.
Her mind raced as she got the small bottle out of the medicine cabinet and thrust it into her purse. The bottle contained a form of aphrodisiac that Walter had purchased last year in Rome. Not that Patsy needed it, of course. But she knew how powerful it was from giving it to tired women friends at their frequent swapping orgies. Just a drop in a drink would turn any woman on. Even an iceberg like Judy!
In a few minutes she was standing at the back door of the Peters' residence. She rapped lightly three times before she heard the voice of her young neighbor call out.
"Yes, who is it?"
"It's Patsy Blair from next door," she answered brightly. "May I come in?"
Without waiting for an answer, she went into the kitchen and stood by the table as she heard the footsteps of Judy coming closer. Then, she saw Frank's wife standing in the doorway, a look of puzzlement on her lovely face. She was dressed in her almost transparent nightgown, and her beautiful lithe figure was clearly visible through the folds of silken material.
"Yes, may I help you?" Judy Peters asked. She was extremely surprised to see the well-dressed older woman standing in her kitchen.
"I thought I'd come over and introduce myself since we're going to be neighbors," Patsy said with a bright smile, using almost the same words as she had used with Judy's husband.
Patsy's eyes took in the firm flesh of the young girl as they stood there watching one another. She told herself that Judy was a little too thin for her own tastes, but she had to admit that most men liked their women that way nowadays. Her mouth watered a little as she saw the wispy triangle of golden pubic hair beneath the thin dressing gown.
"That's very nice of you, I'm sure," Judy replied in a tense voice. She had no desire to see anyone this morning. Especially after the scene that she and Frank had had last night in bed. Her arms were still sore and aching from the struggle she had put up to fight off his insistent demands on her tired body.
Judy watched the older woman warily, waiting for her to speak again. She felt embarrassed to be standing here in her own kitchen while the woman stared at her almost naked body.
"I don't mean to be rude," she said at last, "but I'm not in a very good mood this morning. Why don't you excuse me for now and I'll come over and see you this afternoon. We can get properly acquainted then."
"I wouldn't think of leaving now, honey," Patsy replied. "I always say that the time you need company is when you're depressed, and you obviously have something on your mind right now."
Despite her wish to be rid of the older woman, Judy felt a faint stirring somewhere in the back of her mind. She did need to talk to someone-anyone! Her mother had been no help with Judy's problems at all. She had just sat and listened quietly while Judy had recounted her tortured first three weeks of marriage. Then, her mother had begun to angrily denounce all men and Frank in particular. It was awful and Judy had not thought her mother capable of such hatred. She still remembered the ringing words: "They're all alike! Men are only animals who only want one thing from a woman-sex!" Now, standing here in her own home, she needed the counsel of someone who could tell her that it wasn't true-that she could have a wonderful relationship with Frank that included sex.
"You're right," she said to Patsy. "Why don't you have a cup of coffee with me. I was just about to make a pot. We can talk and get acquainted."
Patsy sat down while the younger woman busied herself at the range. She watched with mounting interest as the thin robe fell apart to reveal the long lovely legs and the smooth thighs of the young bride.
It was only a few minutes before they were chattering away like old friends, laughing and exchanging gossip and jokes about their husbands. Judy felt relaxed and open for the first time in weeks -actually for the first time since her marriage to Frank.
"Oh, Patsy," she said between giggles over a story about one of the couples on the block, "I'm so glad you came over. I haven't laughed so much in a long, long time."
"My pleasure, Judy," Patsy replied. "I had a hunch you were kind of down. Would you like to talk about it?"
A troubled look flashed across Judy's face and she had to force herself to continue looking at Patsy.
"It's, uh, it's kind of personal," she stammered.
"Listen, honey, when it comes to troubles there's nothing so personal that you can't talk over with me. It won't go any further, I promise you."
"I wish I could tell you, Patsy, honestly I do. But it's so embarrassing to even think about it," Judy said after a short pause.
"It's sex, isn't it?"
Judy was amazed at how quickly her new neighbor had guessed her problem. She wondered if it was that apparent. She was too shocked to reply.
"You don't have to say anything, honey," Patsy went on. 'It's perfectly obvious that's what it is. I'll bet you think you're the only bride who ever had those kind of troubles."
Judy looked into her new friend's eyes to see if the woman were mocking her. She saw only a look of deep sincerity.
"I -I guess so," she replied in a low voice.
"Listen, honey," Patsy said in a firm voice, "every woman goes through what you're experiencing. Some of us go through it more than once. We think everything is fine and then it flares up again."
The beautiful young bride was all tears now, she wanted to be reassured that she could overcome her sexual probleMs. And she was eternally grateful to Patsy for broaching the subject.
"It's kind of hard to talk in here, Judy," Patsy suggested. "Why don't we go in the front room and make ourselves comfortable and have a cool drink. Then we can really let our hair down... I'll try to help you, honestly I will."
When Judy nodded, Patsy got up from her chair and led the unresisting girl into the comfortable furnished front room. She sat her down on a soft couch and went back into the kitchen to fix the drinks.
"You just get yourself relaxed, honey, I'll be right back with something for you to drink," Patsy called out over her shoulder as she left the room.
She quickly mixed them strong scotches and water. Then, she carefully poured two drops from the bottle in her purse into Judy's drink and stirred it. Taking both drinks, she went back into the front room where Judy waited and set the drinks down on the long coffee table.
"I'll draw the drapes, Judy," she said, going to the picture window. "It'll make it more cozy."
Patsy stretched out next to Judy and handed her the tall drink.
"Now you drink that down quickly, it's going to help you relax," she urged in a firm voice.
"I don't even know where to begin," Judy said quietly after she had finished the drink. "I mean, it's all so awful, I feel dirty somehow."
"Now, baby, you just let the words come out and we'll see what's to be done," the older woman counseled.
When they started, the words came out in a torrent and Judy found herself telling Patsy things that she had kept bottled up for years. Things like how she had been conditioned by her mother to regard all men as dirty animals with only their own pleasure on their minds. She weepingly remembered her first degrading attempts at sex in parked cars and how she had thought it so humiliating. Finally, she recounted Frank's fumbling seduction on their honeymoon and how she had almost been sick to her stomach at the sight of his massive male organ.
Patsy listened intently, relishing every word. It excited her tremendously to vicariously enjoy sex through someone else's stories. Her pubic mound was already burning with the warmth of desire from listening to the girl and staring at her delicious young body through the flimsy nightdress. Her hands went out and began to caress Judy's arm.
"Oh, honey, that's terrible," she lied. "I can see that we have our work cut out for us if we're going to get your marriage back on the right track."
"Can you help me, Patsy... will you help me?"
"Sure I will, baby," Patsy said soothingly. She firmly pressed the girl's body down into the warmth of the couch and sat down on the floor next to her, her arms and hands busy massaging the tender flesh of Judy's body.
Judy felt warm and comfortable and she made no effort to resist when Patsy gently pushed her downward onto her back. She closed her eyes and listened to the soothing voice tell her that everything would be all right. Then, she began to feel a new sensation in the secret spot between her legs - a tingling itch that made her want to reach down and caress the soft furry flesh that she had always been so ashamed of. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before and she wanted to share the new experience with her new friend.
"Oh, I feel so good," she cooed. "I just want to lie here and drift off to sleep. It's like when I was a young child and my mother would comfort me as she put me to sleep."
"I know, honey," Patsy said with a satisfied smile, "I want you to feel good. You just close your eyes and let me give you a special massage to help relax you."
Her hands were busier now, gliding gently up and down Judy's arms and just barely touching the long thighs beneath the bride's nightgown. Patsy could see that the aphrodisiac was working and she wanted to help it along.
"You know, Judy," she continued, "men just don't know how to treat a woman on her wedding night. They just want to climb on and pump like hell until they have their pleasure and then go to sleep, they never even consider what we might want in the way of lovemaking. Why, I'll bet that your husband didn't even get you ready by giving you a little massage like this, did he?"
Judy shook her head, too wrapped up in the strange and delightful sensations to take the trouble to articulate her answer. Her thighs had drifted slightly apart and the pleasant burning sensation had been replaced by an almost overpowering tingle of needle-like shocks. Her breathing became faster as she felt Patsy's hands stroke up and down her thigh. For a moment she wanted to tell the older woman how she felt in her vagina, but she was too ashamed of her own body to be able to relate something so terrible.
"Sometimes I think that men are just too incorrigible to ever train," Patsy said with a sigh. "They usually don't learn what a woman really wants until it's too late, and in the meantime we girls have to suffer. Isn't that that way you feel?"
Judy nodded again, willing to admit anything as long as the gentle fingers continued to stroke and caress her body. She gave a little gasp as she felt Patsy's finger glide soothingly over her breasts and cause the nipples to strain alive.
"I don't think you should do that," she protested, without any real conviction.
"Don't think about what I'm doing, honey," Patsy replied. "Just let your body feel my fingers and let it respond as it wants to."
It did feel so good, Judy had to admit to herself. She felt light-headed and she wondered if she should have taken a drink so early in the day. Then, she let her body relax again as the wonderful sensations spread to her upper body and localized in the straining pink nipples.
"Mmmmmnnnnnn," she murmured. "It feels so good."
There seemed to be a strange wetness between her legs and she wondered if Patsy could tell how she felt. But the older woman was concentrating on the increasingly eager movements of her hands and Judy kept her eyes closed.
"Did you ever make love to another girl," Patsy said quietly, "I mean when you were in high school?"
The question seemed so strange that Judy took no offense. She merely nodded her head and waited for Patsy to go on.
"Oh, I don't mean those schoolgirl crushes that we all get where we write silly notes and things," Patsy said in the same soothing voice. "I mean really make love-physical love?"
Judy shook her head this time and blushed at the thought of herself using her body to make love to anyone-man or woman:
"I was quite old-almost twenty-five before I kissed another woman's breasts or vagina," Patsy said without altering the tone of her voice. She paused for a moment and waited for the expected action from Judy.
"Y-You mean you actually d-did that?" Judy said, her eyes wide open now and staring up at her new friend. She could see the lust in Patsy's eyes and it suddenly frightened her. But there was something so refreshing about the woman's frankness that it was disarming.
"Oh, yes," Patsy answered, her hands still busy on the tender young body of the bride. "I was just like you, afraid of sex and of men. It took a woman to show me how beautiful sex can be. She was my age and we met on a cruise I took to Mexico. It was the most glorious two weeks I've ever spent in my life. She showed me things about my body that I didn't think possible-how to really turn me on, how to bring me orgasm after orgasm with her tongue and lips, and how to really please a man and yourself at the same time. Would you believe that I had never had a penis in my mouth until I met her?"
Patsy laughed at her own innocence. Her own body was burning up with desire now and it was all that she could do to keep from tearing away the flimsy robe from Judy's body and burying her warm tongue in the girl's moistly quivering pussy. She could almost taste the salty-sweet wetness of her juices.
"But wasn't she a ... a lesbian?" Judy demanded in an outraged voice. "I mean, how could you let her teach you those things?"
Patsy laughed again.
"A lesbian? Of course she wasn't a lesbian! Making love to someone of your own sex is not dirty or uncommon, believe me, I know!"
Judy could only shake her head in disbelief. It was true that she had never felt so turned on in her whole life as she did right now. And there was no question but that she was attracted to the older woman. But still, it just couldn't be right to allow another woman to touch your private parts with her mouth. It just couldn't be!
Patsy could see that Judy was very confused and she pressed her point as she increased the tempo of her hand rhythm.
"Isn't it logical that another woman - someone who also has a pussy-could know just how to do things better than a mere man? Let me show you what I mean."
Before Judy could protest, Patsy gently pulled apart the thin robe and began to run the tips of her fingers over the girl's naked thighs, coming ever closer to the seat of her womanhood. Patsy's eyes lighted up at the beautiful sight of the softly rounded indentation where Judy's outer lips came together, and the pink flesh that beckoned her.
"Oh, Patsy, we shouldn't," Judy protested weakly. She couldn't bring herself to fight off the wonderful sensations that were shooting through her lower body with increasing urgency. She involuntarily spread her thighs a little further apart, hoping that Patsy intended to massage her pussy. Nothing Frank had ever done in their marriage bed had felt so good to her and she couldn't bear to think of it stopping now.
Patsy could see the girl's body trembling and she increased the area of her massage, taking in the whole inner thigh area and lightly grazing her fingertips over the pink pussy flesh. Then, without warning, she brought her lips down on Judy's and forced her hot tongue between the crimson flesh until her tongue was toying teasingly with Judy's. She could taste the sweet breath of the girl and she sensed Judy pressing up against her passionately.
After a few moments, Patsy withdrew her mouth and smiled down at the confused young bride.
"You really dug that, didn't you?"
"Y-Yes I did," Judy admitted meekly, her mind racing and confused by what was happening.
"Do you feel soiled or degraded by it?"
Judy shook her head, unable to think. She wanted Patsy to go on, to show her how beautiful sex could be. She wanted Patsy to experience her first orgasm!
Before she knew what she was doing, Judy brought her hands up and pulled Patsy's head down again. Her tongue was the aggressor this time, forcing its way between the older woman's lips and lashing out provocatively. She felt her thighs being pulled apart and the most exquisite sensation suddenly sweep over her as Patsy's hand began to massage her pubic mound and tingling pussy. Judy strained to force the fingers between her fluttering lips, to open herself for the other woman.
Then, the hand was gone and Judy felt cold and empty down there between her legs. Patsy pulled her head away and stood up, tearing at her clothing with flying fingers. In a moment she was stark naked.
"Y-You're beautiful, Patsy," Judy managed to gasp out. Her eyes darted back and forth appreciatively between the magnificent thrusting breasts and the plump hair-lined pussy slit that nestled between Patsy's legs.
"Come on, baby, let's go into the bedroom," Patsy ordered the excited girl. "I think we're both about ready for some action."
She pulled Judy from the couch and into the adjoining bedroom. She saw that the bed was still unmade and it gave her an additional thrill to know that she was about to fuck Frank's wife on his bed. She tore the dangling robe away from Judy and then forced her unresisting body down onto the soft mattress.
"Oh, please, Patsy," Judy moaned as she spread her legs open as far as they would go. "Please teach me everything!"
Suddenly, Patsy was on the bed beside her, her busy fingers running through the tender flesh of her pussy, probing and poking until Judy thought she would go mad with desire.
"Oh, it feels so good with you running your fingers over my pussy this way," Judy moaned.
"I love that little slit of yours," Patsy answered with a smile. "It's just made to order for my hands."
Judy was hardly aware that she was reaching out and sliding her hand between Patsy's warm thighs, forcing them apart and fumbling awkwardly in the moist pubic mound.
As the girls kept up their steady finger movements, they stepped up the pace. The faster that they did it, the better that it felt.
Soon the vaginal moisture was beginning to surface. Pussy juices moistened their slits as their fingers exercised themselves with deliberate riskiness.
Now their beautiful bodies were flipping from side to side with passionate enjoyment as the heat and lust built within them.
All of a sudden, Patsy moved her fingers from Judy's mound. She then found her way inside Judy's pussy again as her lips closed on the young bride's eager mouth and their tongues began to suck on another. Then, Patsy pulled her mouth away and looked deeply into Judy's eyes.
"I'm going to fuck you with my tongue now, honey," she whispered. "Do you want to tongue-fuck me at the same time?"
I-I don't think so," Judy responded weakly, almost overcome from the strange desire-filled moments she had just experienced. "It's too soon for me."
"You want me, I know you do," Patsy snapped back.
"I don't think that I can, Patsy," Judy protested. "Please don't make me."
"All right, honey, I'll get you a little hotter with my tongue first. Then I guarantee that you'll want to join in and lick my pussy too."
Judy just lay there trembling with lust as Patsy's skillful tongue came alive on her thighs. The older woman suddenly pulled her knees up and spread them even further so that her flashing tongue could lick the tender flesh of Judy's buttocks.
At the same time as her tongue was working on Judy's lower body, Patsy was massaging Judy's breasts and nipples with her hands.
Now Judy was beginning to gasp and breathe harder from all the lewd and obscene excitement of her first woman lover. As for Patsy, she was supremely confident of her own ability now that she knew that she could turn the young girl on with only a little help from the precious aphrodisiac. She concentrated on bringing the young girl to the very heights of sexual rapture with her fast-licking tongue and expert hands.
Judy wanted to cry out to Patsy to lick her pussy but she couldn't bring herself to say the words. Instead, she took the older woman's head in her trembling hands and forced it upwards until it was just poised at the steaming vaginal slit. With a sigh of ecstasy, Judy felt the hot tongue leap out and run up and down the fluttering pussy lips. She was carried away on a wave of divine rapture and she wanted it to last forever.
Patsy licked the glistening pussy flesh passionately, running her flattened tongue up and down the sweet slit from the bottom to the erect little clitoris at the top. She wrapped her oral member around Judy's lovebud and fastened her lips on the tiny penis-like bud of flesh. Then, she drew in with her mouth and caused a suction that made Judy gasp with pleasure.
It gave Patsy a thrill to observe Judy's lovely body twisting and turning with great exhilaration from those brilliant tongue movements.
As for Judy, she was being carried away in a sea of passionate ecstasy. She enjoyed every one of her neighbor's tongue movements against her moist quivering pussy.
"OOOOHHHHHHH!" Judy cried out with delight. "It feels soooo goooooodddddd!"
Her body was twisting and writhing with greater urgency as the skillful tongue massaged her clitoris avidly. Then, she felt the warm stiffened tongue slip between her pussy lips and slide eagerly up into her clenching vaginal channel. It was like heaven and Judy couldn't restrain the wail of ecstasy that exploded from her lips.
"Oh, yes, fuck me with your tongue... make me come!"
Patsy's hungrily searching tongue needed no urging to snake around in the soft inner folds of the almost virginal pussy. She licked and sucked as if her tongue were that of a devouring animal.
Judy was swept away with passion and she began wondering what it would be like to put her own tongue to work inside Patsy's pussy. She wondered if she could ever bring herself to perform such an act, and if so, how effective her own feeble efforts would be alongside those of the artful Patsy.
For the time being, it was Patsy who was more than happy to dominate the action with her swift movements around Judy's quivering pussy.
Patsy loved sucking and licking a tender young vagina almost as much as she did being fucked. It gave her a real sense of powerfulness to be able to bring such ecstasy to someone who had never known the exquisite joys of orgasm.
While her fervent tongue movements continued, Patsy let her fingers roam over the creamy white thighs of the gyrating girl. She kneaded and massaged them to stimulate Judy to even greater heights of pleasure.
"Get it all the way inside me," Judy screamed out as her lower body pumped up to meet the fleshing tongue and force it in even deeper. "Aaaaahhhhhhhh, that's good... it feels wonderful... keep it up... lick meeeeeeee!!"
Patsy knew that Judy was nearing her first orgasm as she redoubled her efforts to bring the explosions of wonderful spasms that were so indescribably joyful. She continued to pump her tongue in and out of the moistly pulsating pussy while her thumb massaged the straining clitoris. She wanted this first experience to be one that Judy would never forget-one that would make her come back for more.
"AAAAIIIIHEEEEE!" Judy wailed as she felt the breathtaking spasms of delight begin deep within her fiery pussy and slowly spread throughout her lower body and limbs. It was as if she were suddenly floating in a sea of pure sexual sensations and she couldn't believe that she had always been so frightened of sex. "I'M COOOOMMMMMIIIINNNGGGG!"
Her body bounced around the bed as if she could not control it. Her legs were flailing up in the air and she reached up to hold her ankles, spreading her flashing thighs even further apart to give Patsy more access to the burning flesh.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed out. "FUCK MEEEEEEEE!"
Patsy's hand went to her own crotch and she began a frantic manipulation of her clitoris. She wanted to come at the same time as the young girl and she knew that she would have to hurry. Her breathing was coming in quick gulps as she struggled to hold the twisting body flush against her mouth as the screams of pleasure continued.
Then, suddenly it was over and Judy's body went limp before collapsing. A groan of pleasure escaped her lips and she lay there satiated and exhausted. She could feel the still-gushing juices flow from her moist pussy and she knew that Patsy was licking them up and swallowing them eagerly.
"That was beautiful," she moaned. "Oh, God, it was so wonderful!"
Patsy smiled to herself. Her own orgasm had been brief-too brief, and she wanted the girl to lower her lovely face down into her crotch. But she knew that she would have to wait for another time. It would be dangerous to press Judy now.
Let her wait for a few hours until her pussy was burning with desire again and she had to have it quenched. Then she would be more receptive to Patsy's pleas for her own satisfaction.
"Honey," she said, "that was only the beginning!"