Susan had to pretend that she was surprised to see Ben the next morning. When she woke, she had heard Ben and Pat talking over breakfast. Going into the kitchen, she tried to hide her knowledge of their fucking the night before, as well as her lust for both of them.
"So you came home again?" Susan said to her son. "You're going to be expelled from school."
"I don't even care," the boy said. "I told you I hate it there."
"I'm glad he came home," Pat said. "Otherwise I wouldn't have had a chance to see him."
And fuck him, Susan said to herself. But she wasn't angry with her sister. Just jealous. Susan poured herself a cup of coffee, but before she could sit down to drink it, Ben was on his way out.
"I'll be back for dinner," he said as he ran out.
"He's quite a boy," Pat said.
"You should know," Susan said.
"Oh, so you heard what went on last night? Are you angry?"
"No, but I was surprised," Susan said.
"So was I," Pat said. "But when I saw him I just couldn't help myself. I do lose control sometimes, you know."
"Well, how is he in bed?" Susan asked. It seemed a strange question to ask about her own son, but she couldn't help asking.
"Terrific. What he lacks in finesse he makes up for in enthusiasm."
Susan could imagine Ben throwing all his energy into fucking his aunt. Could she ever turn her boy's raging sex on to her own body, she wondered?
"You're not jealous, air you?" Pat said.
"What? Of your fucking Ben, my own son?"
"Yeah. It happens all the time you know," Pat said. "I have a good friend who has three sons and fucks them all."
Pat could tell by Susan's interest that she was jealous. As she described the incestuous relationship of her friend, Susan listened intently. When Pat finished the story, Susan probed her oh another subject.
"You once told me you made it with other women a few times," she said. "Do you still?"
"Sure," Pat said. "Whenever I find a chick who turns me on."
"Found any lately?"
"Yeah. There was a sweet young girl in San Francisco I used to make it with."
Susan wondered if her sister knew what she was driving at. And even if Pat did know that she wanted to be introduced to lesbianism, would she be willing?
"You know when I was a young girl," Pat said. "In the days when we shoved candles up each other's cunts, my dream was to be able to eat my own cunt. I never told you about it, but I used to practice bending over trying to get my head between my thighs so I could suck myself. I never made it."
Susan shivered as she wondered why Pat was telling her this.
"Eating your cunt would almost be like eating my own," Pat said. "How about it?"
Susan couldn't lift her eyes from her coffee cup. Although her cunt was leaking hot juice into her robe, she was paralyzed. But Pat knew she was going to get what she wanted.
"Now?" Susan finally managed to say. She still hadn't looked up.
"Whenever you like," Pat said. "Why don't you finish your breakfast first?"
"I'm not hungry," Susan said in a quavering voice.
Pat reached across the table and took Susan's hand. That was all Susan needed to break out of her shyness.
"Let's do it now, right away," Susan blurted suddenly. She felt like a teenager again.
Pat smiled lasciviously. She stood up, still holding her sister's hand, and led her to her bedroom. Susan walked clumsily, as though the floor was tilted as in an amusement fun house. But it was only her perverted lust that threw her off balance.
In the bedroom, Pat began undressing. Susan was only wearing a robe. She untied the drawstring and let the robe fall on the floor behind her.
Pat's greedy gaze traveled over her body. And Susan was just as excited by her sister's emerging body. As she watched Pat undress, she made herself comfortable on the bed.
Pat stood on display for a few seconds before joining Susan. Then as she climbed onto the bed, she noticed a candle on the end table. She picked it up and sniffed it.
"Did you lick all the flavor from it?" she asked. "That's too bad."
"I had to amuse myself somehow while you were fucking my son," Susan said.
Pat put the candle down. Now she had other ways to play with a woman's body. She moved close to Susan and put an arm around her. Their tits pressed together in a heap of quivering flesh.
As young girls they had limited their play to sticking candles up each other's pussy. Susan had never before experienced the glory of mingling her tits with another woman's.
When they kissed, Susan realized how much she had missed. Kissing another woman was wonderfully erotic, more gentle and tender than a man's kiss. And the fact that this chick was her sister added a kinky twist to the perversion.
Pat reached into the pressed tit flesh with a groping hand. Susan felt one of her tits taken into a firm but sensitive grip.
"I've always been jealous of your tits," Pat said. "They've always been bigger than mine. Even when we were teenagers."
"But yours are more beautiful," Susan said. "I like the way they turn up at the tips. Mine are just big balloons."
"They feel wonderfully firm and nice," Pat said as her hand gripped tighter.
Susan reached for one of Pat's tits. She had never held a tit other than her own, and she found it a beautiful experience. Now she understood why men were always eager to grab her tits. From now on, she would be just as eager as any guy for a feel.
They pressed their bellies together. Susan felt her sister's, pubic hair tangle with her own. She wondered whether she would eat Pat's cunt after Pat had eaten hers. It did seem like an exciting prospect.
Pat pushed Susan over on her back. Then she lay on top of her as they continued kissing. Susan's tits would spread their bulk over her chest when she lay on her back. Pat's smaller, harder tits poked into them.
Then Pat raised herself. Susan loved looking up at the naked chick on her. She felt she was in her power. When Pat moved down between her legs, air wafted across her gaping cunt. She was ready to join the ranks of lesbian lovers.
"You're beautiful," Pat said as she looked at Susan's body lying before her.
Pat ran a hand over Susan's fuzzy mound. The curly hair bristled, sending shivers through her body. Then Pat spread her thighs wider. Susan loved having her cunt opened to her sister's passionate stare.
"You have a wonderful cunt," Pat said as she ran a finger along the pink gash.
She spread the plump lips with her fingers. Then she diddled one finger between the inner-lips.
Susan had never been handled with such skill and tenderness. Her sister was the most erotic creature imaginable.
Pat licked her lips as she lowered her face to her sister's cunt. Susan shivered in anticipation. She felt her sister's hair fall lightly on her thighs just before she felt her tongue in her salty crack.
"Oh-h-h-h," Susan murmured as her pussy was spread by a lick of Pat's tongue.
Susan immediately was aware of the difference between a woman's lapping and a man's. Pat's tongue had a feminine tenderness about it as it wiggled around in her gash. She would move the very tip of the tongue over the squirming inner-lips and clit for a while, then cover the slot with broad strokes.
Pat brought Susan to the verge of a climax and kept her there by moving her tongue from her clit to the less sensitive areas of her twat. The tongue would probe up her flowing canal, down over her asshole, and around her clit. A few flutters over the clit would make Susan cry out.
"Uh-h-h, Pat," she moaned. "I love the way you do that. O-o-o!"
Susan struggled up into a sitting position to see the action. After getting a glimpse of her sister's tongue moving frantically, she fell back down in a state of bliss.
When Susan felt her sister suck the puckered skin around her clit right into her mouth, she prepared for her orgasm. Pat was keeping Susan's clit gently clamped between her teeth and was brushing the tip of her tongue over it.
Grabbing handfuls of the bedsheets, Susan arched her back and trembled. With her clit being worked on like that, she was quickly being devoured by passion. Her ecstasy was multiplying with every tickle of that tongue on her love bud.
"I'm going to come, Pat!" she cried. "You're making me come. Keep going. Yeah-h-h-h-h."
As she came, Susan's body waved like grain in the wind. Her head snapped from side to side. Her orgasm was one of the most beautiful ever and Pat knew how to keep it raging for as long as possible.
Only gradually did the crazed chick come to her senses. Pat lifted her face from the swampy pussy and watched her sister lying in delirium. Her tits shimmered as her chest heaved with her heavy breathing.
"God, t-that was the most-most wonderful orgasm."
But Susan was still too devastated to talk.
"You looked so beautiful when you came," Pat said. "And I could feel your pussy twitching on my face."
Pat remained between Susan's legs, stroking her thighs and waiting for her to recover.
"No man has ever eaten me like that," Susan gasped. "It was fabulous."
"And I loved eating you," Pat said. "Would you like to give it a try?"
Susan froze. She had thought it would come to this. Although she was very impressed with lesbianism so far, she was still a little squeamish about returning the cunt lapping. But she could hardly refuse.
"Sure, I'll eat you," she said.
"Good girl," Pat said giving Susan a loving squeeze on the thigh.
Pat fell back. She spread her legs, opening the way to her cunt to her sister. Susan looked at the waiting mouth in Pat's crotch.
Gathering her courage, she crawled into the damp cunt between those outstretched legs. Susan used to look at her own pussy in a mirror. She realized that her sister's cunt was identical. The inner-lips were exposed just like hers were when she got excited.
The funky odor of the hot juice rose to her nostrils. As Susan neared that slot, Pat spread her legs wider. Now she could see the darkness of the cave inviting her to fill it with her tongue. She could feel the heavy atmosphere hanging over the cunt as she dropped her face toward it.
The pubic hair tickled her nose as her lips touched the tips of the pussy. Susan stuck her tongue out just far enough to feel the crack. Then, pressing it in, she found that the taste of her sister's cunt was the same as her own when she licked it from her fingers.
"That's it, sweetheart," Pat said encouragingly. "M-m-m-m, yeah."
Susan was getting braver. Now she was running the tip of her tongue up and down the cunt crack. She brought a hand to the pussy and spread it. Lifting her head for a second, she looked at the twat to orient herself.
The inner lips were spread like a butterfly. The tunnel entrance was gaping open. Susan put her tongue back into the slot and traced the wishbone shape of the inner-lips. Feeling those slick ridges of wet flesh under her tongue really was exciting. She was beginning to like this perversion very much.
Susan found that she could look up over Pat's stomach and watch her react to the cunt lapping. She saw her sister put her head back with her eyes tightly shut. She knew her tonguing was having an effect on her.
Now that she had her face wedged between Pat's cunt lips, she didn't have to hold them open with her hand. Her hands were free for other things. It seemed natural to reach up to Pat's tits and hold them.
"M-m-m-m," Pat moaned when she felt her tits embraced. She put her own hands over her sister's to keep them there, tightly gripping.
With the pussy spread over her cheeks, Susan was able to reach every corner of it with her exploring tongue. She was a bit shy about reaching up the cunt sleeve, but she did it anyway. The concentrated flavor of cunt juice in that chamber was intoxicating.
With saliva and cunt juice running down her chin and smearing over her cheeks, she felt as though she were swimming. Her face was lubricated by that mixture as she bobbed her head.
Eating a cunt was proving to be an exciting experience. Susan was getting a profound satisfaction from this lesbian game. And the more she lapped, the wilder she got. Her head was bobbing and wiggling as she filled that gash with her twisting tongue.
Now as she looked up over Pat's stomach, she saw that her tongue was driving her into a fit of sexual rapture. Her chest was heaving and throaty sounds of pleasure was drifting from her open mouth.
"Oh-h-h-h, o-o-o-o. Um-m-m-m-m!" Pat moaned softly.
Susan was in the driver's seat and loving it.
Sucking a prick had never given her such a feeling of control. She decided to escalate the attack.
Raising her tongue from the tunnel to the clit, she began to roll that kernel around under the tip of her tongue. As soon as she started that, Pat's moans became louder. Susan's tongue continued licking that little clit with a steady rhythm.
"Oh, I knew you could do it, honey!" Pat cried. "I knew it!"
Susan took her hands from her sister's tits and used them to spread and lift her thighs farther. And she bore down harder on the clit. Now the bed was rocking with Pat's writhing. Bringing another woman to an orgasm with her tongue was making Susan drunk with joy.
"U-u-u-u-h-h-h-h!" Pat cried.
Susan recognized the sound of an orgasm. Pat's moans grew louder and louder, and Susan's tongue began to lick faster. Pat grabbed her own tits now as she shook with climactic pleasure.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" she cried over and over.
Susan lifted her tongue when she heard her sister's moans diminish.
"No," Pat wailed. "Keep sucking! Oh-h-h-h-h!"
Susan put her tongue back to work. She hoped she hadn't spoiled Pat's orgasm by stopping too soon.
"I'm sorry I stopped before you finished coming," Susan said afterwards.
"That's okay. It didn't matter," Pat said. "I can't believe you've never done that before. You're so good at it."
"Oh, thanks," Susan said. "You inspired me."
Susan had crawled up beside her sister. They lay in each other's arms resting from their exertions. Susan had conquered a new world, but she wondered what it would lead to. Should she tell Clark, she wondered?