Chapter 8
Maggie had never considered the possibility. She wondered how she would react if another woman did come on to her. Would she really be able to lie back and relax and let another woman lick her pussy?
"I think you need to learn to let yourself go and enjoy your sexuality to the fullest. Is your pussy wet?"
"like a swamp!"
"Stick your finger in your hole. Finger-fuck yourself."
"Mmmmm, it feels good," she said softly, working her finger slowly in out of her cunt. "But not as good as a cock."
"You're hung up on cock, aren't you?"
"I'd like to get hung up on one right now!" she said. "Wouldn't you like to fuck me? I sure could use your cock right now. My hole is real small. You'd love having your cock in it. I know you would."
"Can you take a really big cock in your tight little hole?"
"I don't know. What do you mean by really big?"
"What's the biggest cock you've ever had in you?"
"Oh, about six, maybe six and a half inches long, and about as big around as three of my fingers when I hold them together," she said. "My fingers aren't very big."
"Are you a cocksucker?"
The word jarred her sensibilities. "Yes," she whispered. "Whenever I have the chance."
"Say it. Tell me what you are."
She hesitated, inhaled, then said softly, "I'm a cocksucker." She closed her eyes and let her breath out slowly. "Are you beating your meat real hard? Are you going to cum for me?"
"Do you want me to cum for you?"
"Oh, yes! I want you to cum real good, baby. I'm finger-fucking myself. I'm going to cum. Pump your cock hard, baby! Cum with me. Squirt your cum all over my tits!"
"Yeah," he grunted. "Going to cum with you, baby. It's just about ready to squirt. Ahhh, here it cums."
"Oh, yes," she panted. "God, cum is flying all over the place!"
She hit the peak. And came wide awake. She peered into the shadows, and realized that she was all alone.
"Shit!" she muttered.
She got up and got a glass of water from the bathroom. She went back to bed and lay in the darkness, thinking. She wondered why she dreamed about another woman licking her pussy. She had never consciously thought about making it with a woman. The idea had to come from somewhere. Were dreams really an expression of subconscious desires? Did she harbor a latent lesbian yearning deep in her subconscious?
Some so-called experts on sexuality said that all women were innately bisexual. Was she? She couldn't be. She loved cock too much. Even if she wanted to find out, she had no idea how to go about it. She couldn't openly approach another woman and ask if she wanted to try a little lesbian loving. Just so she could find out if she was bisexual, you understand. God, she couldn't think of a faster way to ruin her career.
She touched her tits. Her nipples were still hot and swollen. Her breath began to come in hoarse gusts as she gently kneaded the mounds of supple flesh and pinched the thick, taut peaks capping them.
What did a pussy taste like? Not the secondhand taste she got from her own fingers, but directly on a tongue stuck right into a woman's core.
Her hands moved lower down her body, across the smooth expanse of her belly. The tips of her fingers touched the upper fringe of the soft, curly strands of her brown bush.
Why did tits fascinate men so? Why did they go gaga about sucking nipples? She loved to suck cock, but that wasn't the same. Was it? How would it feel to have a stiff nipple between her lips, to nurse on it? She liked to have her nipples sucked. There had to be a direct link between her nipples and clit. When her nipples were sucked, her clit tingled. Did other women experience the same sensation? Would she like to conduct a little experiment and find out for herself?
The stunning contact of her middle finger on the feverish, tingling bud of her clit made her tremble. For a brief moment, she let her finger lie immobile on the rigid stud.
She closed her eyes and tried to conjure up an image of another woman licking her pussy. It didn't work. She couldn't conceive of herself being even passively bisexual. If she let another woman lick her clit, she would have to reciprocate, wouldn't she? She knew beyond any doubt that she couldn't even touch another pussy, let alone lick it.
A pleasurable tremor of longing coursed outward from her loins, saturating her flesh with carnal heat. The vision of Pat Riley popped into her mind again. Her fingers magically changed into his fingers, his tongue, his cock.
Her fingers began to move lazily. A harbinger of the bliss to come surged through her flesh. Her fingers began to flick faster over her thoroughly aroused clit. Shock waves shot into her tumescent nipples. She moaned softly as the titillating tingle of delight radiated from her loins and began to tease the primed bud of her clit more vigorously.
She opened her legs wider, planted her feet firmly on the bed and arched her back. Her ass began to sway sensuously. She stuck her finger into her sultry hole and rubbed love oil up and down her lust-tortured slit.
Burning desire began to flutter through her body as she continued the lewd, autoerotic caress. She wormed three fingers into her seething hole. Moaning out loud, she burrowed her fingers into her spastic channel and began to pump them vigorously. She swiftly agitated the hot bud at the top of her hairy gash with two fingers of her other hands. Her hips began to undulate. Her lower belly began to quiver. She surrendered completely to her lascivious yearning. She began to writhe lustfully as she finger-fucked her slippery hole and frigged her clit furiously.
Her entire body began to shudder. Coarse grunts and groans and whimpers spewed from her lips as she moved her fingers in a frantic rhythm in and out of her scalding snatch and over her pulsating clitoris. Pat climbed between her legs and guided the bloated head of his big cock to her sopping cunthole.
Her titillated twat sucked wantonly on her fingers; fingers that in her frenzied imagination became Pat's prick. She felt the tide of ecstasy rising deep in her heaving belly. Spontaneous contractions tortured her body as she reached anxiously for deliverance. Spasms of heated promise built in her pussy. Her tits jiggled from the insane tossing of her lust-wracked torso as she finger-fucked herself harder. She began to jerk from the wild convulsions of sexual delight flowing rapidly from her loins.
A distinct trembling began deep in her quivering belly and rushed to the surface in a blistering whirlwind of rapture. The breathtaking wave of passion burst forth and roared through her thrashing body. Her cunt sucked lewdly at her fucking fingers. Her breath rasped from her throat in short gasps. She cried out blatantly in deliverance, wallowing in carnal bliss as the lightning bolts of ecstasy jolted relentlessly through her.
She fell back on the bed, her body limp and spent. Less violent spasms continued to course through her loins for several moments.
Jacking off made her crave a cock more than ever. She got up, put on a robe and a pair of slippers and went to the main house. She hurried up the stairs to the third floor, thankful that she hadn't met anyone. She didn't feel like explaining her presence in the house so late at night, barely dressed.