When Biff got home he was surprised. It was ironic that he had left Sandy's house so he wouldn't be there when her mother got home. He found Marge at his house. She was sitting in the kitchen with his mother.
He was still eager to avoid Marge. So as soon as he saw her through the back screen door, he went around to the front of the house and came quietly in the front door.
Biff made it to his room without the women in the kitchen knowing he was there. He lay down on his bed. Visions of Sandy immediately came into his head. He began to relive the fun he'd had with her. His prick was once again stiff and throbbing.
But it was no good. Biff could hear his mother and Sandy's mother giggling like schoolgirls in the kitchen.
Those sounds drove the image of Sandy from his head, leaving him slightly cranky. After all, didn't he have a right to a bit of privacy without the sounds of girlish giggles creeping into his room to disturb him?
So Biff picked up a comic book and tried to forget about girls and women for a while.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, June and Marge were having a good time. Since they had renewed their friendship recently, they were becoming closer than ever. Since they had pared years before, both of them had lost their husbands. So it was natural that they became better friends now.
In fact, that was what they were talking about when Biff sneaked into the front door.
"I like living alone," Marge was saying. "The freedom is wonderful."
"Yeah, but it is lonely," June said. "And sometimes I get very horny."
"Oh, it was lonely at first," Marge said. "And horniness was a problem for a while. But not any more!"
"No?" June asked. "Well, you're a beautiful woman. I suppose you get lots of dates."
"You bet I do," Marge said. "But not because I'm beautiful. You're as beautiful as I am."
"I'm not, but thanks for the compliment," June said.
"Do you want to know why I get a lot of dates?" Marge asked. "It's because of my reputation. I'm known as a hot chick. That's right – I'll fuck any guy who asks. Well, almost any guy."
June looked shocked. She had always known that Marge was a swinger that had been true even when she was married. In fact, June assumed that Marge's husband had left her for that very reason.
"You looked shocked," Marge said. "You were always rather straight-laced. But look where it's gotten you. You're lonely and horny. Sure, I'm easy. And I'm having a ball!"
"Well, we're different people," June said. "But I have dates too, you know. And I've had a few love affairs since Jack died."
"That's fine, honey," Marge said. "I really hope you're happy. For me, though, love affairs aren't enough. I need lots of men all the time. Sometimes I think I can't get enough. When I was married, I was horny all the time. That's why Biff left me, you know. He couldn't keep up with me."
June's eyelids raised.
"But now I get enough, or at least almost," Marge said. "Once I got gang banged. That was really wonderful! Oh, but I'm shocking you, aren't I?"
"No, no – not at all," June lied. "I believe everyone should do what they like."
But Marge knew that. June was shocked. She was practically trembling. At the same time, though, Marge could tell that June was fascinated. And Marge was enjoying herself. Making a proper lady like June tremble was fun.
"And men are not the only ones I'm interested in," Marge said.
There was a sharp crash as June dropped her coffee cup into the saucer. Coffee splashed onto the table. Then June jumped up, knocking the cup to the floor.
"Gee, if I knew you would react like that, I wouldn't have told you," Marge said with a giggle.
"Don't be silly," June said. "The cup merely slipped. Really, I'm not as innocent as you might think."
"Really?" Marge asked. "You mean you've made it with other chicks?"
Marge saw June's body heave. June was picking up the broken cup, but she was shaking so badly that her hands trembled.
Marge could read June like a book. She had known other women like June – women who were fascinated with lesbianism, but who had never let themselves experience it.
"No, I've never made it with another woman," June said, a hard edge coming into her voice. "That's not what I meant. I only mean that I believe…"
June stopped talking when she turned around and found Marge standing a foot away. Their tits were a few inches apart.
June could smell Marge's perfume. Her body was drawn to Marge's as though by magnetism.
But she quickly turned away and began rinsing the cups in the sink.
"Well, if you ever do want to try it, I'd love to be the one you try it with," Marge said softly.
Again, Marge saw June's body heave. And Marge knew what that meant. She had seduced enough women to know which were likely to succumb. June was one of those, Marge knew.
June ignored Marge's last comment. Rather, she offered Marge more coffee.
"No, thanks," Marge said. "Tell me, though. Haven't you ever felt an urge to feel another woman's tits? Or to kiss them?"
June's mouth fell open. But not with shock – with hunger. And Marge recognized that hunger. She had seen it often enough.
"When I first made love to a woman, I understood for the first time why men love tits so much," Marge said. "Really, women lose out if they never caress and kiss another woman's tits."
By this time, June was breathing deeply through her open mouth. She tried to pour herself another cup of coffee, but her hands were shaking so much, she gave up. Marge knew that June was ready.
Marge walked to where June was standing. For a moment, their eyes met, but June looked away quickly. She went to the table and sat down. But Marge kept after her. She walked to where June was sitting. She took her by the hand and pulled her to her feet.
Once again the women were standing tit to tit. June, unable to look Marge in the eye, was looking down at Marge's tits swelling in her blouse.
"Kiss me," Marge whispered. June looked up. But she was too scared to do anything. She was at Marge's mercy, though. June did have an unfulfilled need to make love with another woman. She had even fantasized about it. But her desire had always been kept tightly wrapped up.
Now Marge began leaning forward. Her tits touched June's. Her hands grabbed June's hips. They kissed.
June had never been kissed so gently and warmly. As their tits pressed together, June's fear began to turn to lust. In another second, her mouth opened, inviting Marge's tongue inside.
As they kissed, the kinky chicks wrapped their arms pound each other and squeezed. Their tits were flattened together between them now.
It had been a while since June had had sex. So she was doubly vulnerable to Marge's embrace. And when they ground their hips together, a current of pleasure shot to their clits.
"Let's go into your bedroom," Marge whispered to the trembling woman in her arms.
June didn't answer. But when Marge released her, June turned and led the way to her bedroom.
As soon as they were in June's room, both women began unbuttoning their blouses. Soon, both of them were displaying their tits to the other. And what a display it was!
June's tits were big, sagging only slightly. And they were bearing mightily as she breathed deeply, lustfully.
Marge's tits were bigger, but they sagged more. Still, they were beautiful. June's eyes widened; she was charged with passion.
Marge pulled down her pants. Her tits swung and hung heavily as she bent down. June took her pants off too. But she was still trembling, so it took her longer.
"God, you're beautiful," Marge gasped as she lay down on June's bed.
Marge lay on her side. She held out her hand to June, who still stood at the side of the bed.
As though on command, June slipped into Marge's embrace. Now their tits came together again, this time without their clothes in the way. They kissed.
June was almost paralyzed with lust. This was nothing like being in bed with a man. Marge's soft body was a new and wild treat.
But June was still scared. After ill, what would Marge expect of her? And would she be able to do it?
As they kissed with their tongues deep in each other's mouths, Marge ran one hand up and down June's back. Even the way Marge's fingers felt as they traveled up and down June's spine to the crack of her ass was different from the way a man touched her. Marge's touch was purely feminine, and therefore kinky and exciting.
Finally, Marge's fingers arranged themselves along the crevice of June's ass. Then they began sliding down toward her crotch.
Marge pulled one of June's legs over her hip. That way Marge could keep her fingers moving down the crack of June's ass until she met the rear corner of her cunt.
"O-o-o-o-o," June sighed with a quaver in her voice, as Marge's fingers arrived at her pussy's wet lips.
Marge's fingers pulled one side of June's cunt to the side, opening her cunt crack. June felt the cool air of the room enter her pussy.
But June's cunt wasn't left empty for long. Marge's fingers soon filled it. And once again June found how different a woman's touch could be.
No one, that is no man, had ever fingered June's pussy like Marge was doing now. Maybe it was because Marge had a cunt of her own and knew what felt best. Or maybe Marge was a genius at finger-fucking in any case, June was experiencing the best cunt massage of her life.
With her fingers still moving in the dripping envelope of June's pussy, Marge began sliding her body down. Her mouth left June's and traveled down her neck, kissing and licking all the way.
Soon, Marge's face was buried in June's tits. She licked June's nipples. Then she took them between her teeth, biting firmly but gently.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," June gasped as the assault on her body drove her wild with lust. "Marge, sweetheart! Oh-h-h-h!"
As Marge's teeth and tongue played with June's nipples, her fingers crept deeper into June's cunt. Marge's slender middle finger entered the flowing pussy.
June had noticed that Marge kept her fingernails clipped short. She thought that was strange for a stylish chick like Marge. But now, as Marge's finger explored the depths of her body, June understood. She began moving her body with an involuntary waving motion. Marge's body followed June's as she clung to her, fingering and sucking her.
June knew that she had been given a wonderful gift of joy. Lesbianism was a beautiful experience she had secretly dreamed about, like a tropical island paradise. And now she was there! As. June was thinking about the thrill Marge was giving her, Marge began moving down her body again.
June trembled again. Was Marge actually going to suck her cunt? June knew that would be wonderful. But she also knew that Marge would want her to reciprocate. The idea of sucking Marge's cunt in return thrilled June, but it also scared her.
Both women were lying on their sides. Now Marge pushed June down onto her back. June lay looking at Marge, who was propped up on an elbow. Marge was running a hand lightly over June's belly and pubic patch.
"You're so beautiful – so sweet," Marge was saying.
Then Marge lowered her face and kissed the tops of June's thigh. The kiss made June's cunt contract in a spasm of pleasure. Marge kissed her thigh again, even closer to her pussy. Then she nuzzled her nose in the blond curls that covered her mound.
Slowly, June spread her legs. Marge lifted her body and moved between June's legs. Now June's cunt was opened.
Looking down over her body, June saw Marge lower her face below her curl-covered mound. Then June felt the tender touch of Marge's tongue in the gaping lips of her pussy.
Marge looked up from the cunt she was licking. The women's eyes met. As they looked at each other, Marge began pressing her tongue into the folds of June's pussy.
"O-o-o-o!" June sighed. "No one has ever done that so beautifully!"
"It is my specialty," Marge said as she lifted her mouth from June's cunt. "I love sucking cunts!"
Then Marge lowered her mouth to June's spread cunt again and continued licking.
With Marge tonguing and sucking her cunt, June was beginning to feel the delicious stirring of an orgasm. Her hips began moving, making her cunt slide back and forth below Marge's tongue.
"Oh, Marge!" June cried. "I never… I never… never felt anything so… soooooooo… soooooo wonderful!"
Marge looked up at June's contorted face again.
"And I've never sucked a sweeter, juicier, pussy," Marge said as she continued lapping.
"I-I think I'm going to dome!" June whispered hoarsely.
Marge gripped June's thighs in her hands as June began bucking her hips. Her tongue continued moving along June's wiggling inner pussylips to her clit. And when Marge's tongue arrived at June's clit, she gave that it a tickle with her fluttering tongue.
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h!" June cried. "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h! Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!"
Now June's hips were pumping furiously. Waves of pleasure flowed through her body, bursting like bubbles of ecstasy in her head.
Marge was really throwing herself into her task of cunt-lapping. As June came, Marge not only kept her tongue moving along June's clit. She was also thrusting her tongue right into June's contracting pussy tunnel!
Marge knew how to keep a chick's climax raging for as long as possible. By listening to June's cries of pleasure and by feeling the bucks and twitches of her body, she judged the progress of June's raging orgasm.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h, God!" Marge wailed.
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h!"
When June had been in the throes of orgasm for several minutes, Marge realized that she couldn't continue coming like that for much longer. So she finished off June's climax with a bang. Placing her tongue right on the writhing woman's clit, Marge fluttered her tongue as fast as she could.
"OH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H!" June cried.
June arched her back, lifting her ass right off the bed. Then she collapsed. Marge lifted her face from June's soaking crotch.
"That was heaven!" June said breathlessly. "Pure heaven! Oh, Marge, you're terrific!"
Merge crawled up to lie beside June. She leaned over the sweaty, trembling woman and gave her a kiss. As Marge kissed June, her big tits rested on June's tits.
June could taste her own cunt juice on Marge's mouth. It tasted good, and she kissed Marge deeply, drinking in that funky flavor.
June was still dazed and spent from the powerful orgasm Marge had given her. But she knew that she should pay Marge back. Still, the idea of licking a cunt seemed pretty kinky.
"Should I eat your cunt?" June asked Marge in a little girl's voice.
"Only if you want to," Marge said. "You don't have to, though."
For a few seconds, June thought it over. She was still reluctant to do something so perverted. But at the same time, licking a cunt held a powerful fascination for her.
"I want to," June said softly.
"Good," Marge said, "I'd like that!"
They kissed again. June could still taste her own cuntjuice on Marge's mouth and face. The flavor was nice, she thought.
Marge lay on her back. Now June began her travels down Marge's body.
June hadn't been so excited since she was a teenager trying sex with a man for the first time. There seemed to be something especially exciting about doing something for the first time.
June paused at Marge's tits. She kissed them, taking Marge's large nipples into her mouths one at a time. Then she pressed her face between Marge's enormous tits. Marge had been right when she told June how lovely it was to suck a pair of tits, June thought.
The more June sucked and kissed Marge's tits, the more she enjoyed it. She would lift one great mound of soft flesh and stuff her mouth full of it. While she sucked one tit, her hands massaged the other.
"That feels great!" Marge said. "Do you like sucking my tits?"
"Yes – oh, yes," June said, "I love it!"
June would have loved to suck Marge's tits all day. But she was eager to try sucking her cunt. So she began kissing her way down Marge's body.
Marge spread her legs as June got into cunt lapping position.
Before beginning, June ran her fingers over Marge's cunt. Marge's pubic hair was fleecy and shiny black. Her pussy mound was plump and soft.
The hot odor of Marge's pussy juice made June's mouth water. When she finally lowered her face to Marge's cunt, June was drunk with excitement.
When June felt Marge's cunt hairs touch her lips, she stuck out her tongue. Then, pressing her nose into Marge's hair, June inserted her tongue into Marge's pussy. Marge's legs spread wider. Her cunt opened. June felt the tender flesh of Marge's inner lips and tasted the strange, tangy flavor of boiling cunt juice.
"Ho-o-o-o," Marge sighed. "Urn-rn-rn-rn-rn, yeah!"
June liked having her face in Marge's cunt. She liked the flavor of Marge's pussy juice. And Marge's sounds of pleasure was music to her ears.
Putting her hands under Marge's raised thighs, June lapped her cunt. At first she probed Marge's cunt carefully, feeling the various folds of wet pussy flesh with the tip of her tongue. Then, pressing her face forward, June reached up Marge's cunt with her outstretched tongue.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h," Marge moaned. "You really can suck a pussy! It feels so nice!"
Marge's encouragement made June's tongue even more active. June began covering the gaping cunt with eager licks. Her tongue wiped Marge's pussy from the rear corner to the top.
Marge reached down and placed her hands on June's nodding head. Then, by guiding June's head up and down, Marge controlled June's lapping tongue.
"Stick your tongue up my cunt!" Marge instructed as she pushed June's head down a bit.
June obeyed. She reached up Marge's cunt so far with her tongue that her teeth pressed into the tender flesh just inside Marge's cunt lips.
"O-o-o-oh yeah-h-h-h-h!" Marge sighed.
June wiggled her tongue around in the tight, drooling pussy hole.
"Now lick my clit," Marge said.
June lifted her head slightly. Feeling for the hard bud of Marge's clit with her tongue, June tried to obey. But it wasn't easy for a beginning cuntlapper to find a target like a hidden clit. So June lifted her head and saw where Marge's clit lay. Then she placed her tongue on it and began licking.
"M-m-m-m-m-m!" Marge hummed with pleasure.
By this time, June wondered why she hadn't tried cunt-lapping before. She had missed a lot by making it only with men, she realized.
Within five minutes, June had learned the basics of pussy-sucking. Marge no longer had to move June's head up and down to guide her. June was proving to be skillful as she licked, probed and sucked Marge's cunt.
June was reaching up Marge's tunnel with her tongue again when Marge told her to suck her clit again.
"Suck it right into your mouth," Marge said breathlessly.
She did. She found she could suck Marge's clit right between her teeth and tickle it with her tongue.
"Oh-h-h-h-h! I'm going to come!" Marge squealed. "E-e-e-e-e-e-e!"
Marge kept writhing and squealing for quite some time. And as long as she did, June kept sucking her clit.
Marge's body shook. But June kept her head between Marge's quaking thighs, her mouth wrapped around Marge's clit.
Then, when Marge's orgasm was over, the two women lay side by side again.
"Oh, my God," June sudden cried. "I forgot about Biff! He might come home any minute!"
"Yeah," Marge agreed. "We can't have him find us in bed together!"
Marge and June got up and dressed. Then Marge hurriedly left.
Of course, it was too late. When Biff heard his mother's moans of pleasure, he jumped off his bed and went to his bedroom door to listen. He didn't know if his mother was jerking off or whether she had somebody in bed with her.
June's bedroom door was closed. Biff went outside and checked on her window shade, but it was pulled all the way down. Although he was dying to find out what was going on, there didn't seem to be a way.
Then Biff decided he'd better leave the house. He knew that his mother hadn't seen him come in and that she assumed he wasn't home. If she found out he was home as she filled the house with the sounds of her lust, she would be awfully embarrassed.
But Biff was too curious to go far. So he took his bicycle into the garage and waited to see what would happen.
Naturally, when he saw Marge leave the house, he was amazed. There was nothing for him to think though, except that his mother and Marge had been in bed together.