The pudgy lawyer, Gene Barber, after having forced Cheryl Paynter to fellate him, had gone to his and Nancy's bedroom down the hall, roundly cursing himself for a bungling fool when it came to sex. The truth should have been obvious to him; it was this very lack of finesse, his atrociously crude approach coupled with practically no technique at all, which had been surely driving his bride Nancy away from him and into the arms of other men, as well as to experimentation with lesbian sex. Now, this failure with Cheryl – so far his one and only attempt to bed another woman – stung him to the core.
He reviewed it all in his mind and decided that he had forced the whole thing with Cheryl from the beginning. Maybe I should have soft-talked her into it, kissed her, played with her tits and cunt… and then used my mouth on her cunt to make damned sure she was ready! "Christ! That's it! I should have realized that a long time ago!" he muttered to himself, slamming a fist into a palm.
Breaking out a bottle of Scotch from his luggage, he toasted himself, drinking from the gurgling neck of the bottle. "Here's to the new Gene Barber, who's going to lick his way up in the world of cunt!"
After fortifying himself with another neat belt from the bottle, Barber left his room, and just as he stepped out into the hallway, he found himself watching a tense, dramatic tableau through the open door of the Hardings' room directly across the hall. Cheryl Paynter stood there horrified as she watched her husband Frank pounding his cock deep into the lawyer's wife's cunt, fucking her from behind, animal-fashion, while Nancy, in turn was bobbing her head up and down their host's massive length.
Gene felt a stab of jealousy too. It was the first time he had ever actually seen his wife screwing with another man. It was all he could do to restrain himself… to keep from rushing into the midst of the lewd orgy and tearing them apart. Somehow, he knew that it would be the wrong thing to do. His year-old marriage to Nancy was already hanging in the balance; a scene now would kick it over the brink into dissolution. Swearing under his breath, he clenched his fists and watched helplessly.
Cheryl was screaming, "Frank! Why? Why? WHY?"
And, her husband, barely noting her presence, deep in his own ecstatic passion, answered with a choked, "Because!"
Then, the older woman was rushing blindly out of the bedroom, and Gene drew back as she rushed past him back toward her own room. He saw how emotionally wrought up she was, her heartbreaking sobs coming from deep in her soul, and he knew that after having witnessed the scene in the Hardings' bedroom, Cheryl would be vulnerable, ready to do almost anything to avenge it. He stared at the Hardings' door, which Cheryl had slammed shut after her as she made her headlong flight. What he had seen behind that door was etched into his mind also. The little bitch! I'll take her up on what she told me this morning! From now on… every woman I meet is going to be fair game!
He was on the point of following Cheryl down the hall and into her room, when the thought occurred to him that perhaps right then wasn't the best time to approach Frank's wife. Hell! Maybe she ought to stew a little first! It'll be easier to get next to her, later on! The fact is that Gene had never been able to handle a woman's tears. He just didn't know how to act, didn't know what to say. It was the one thing that tied up his glib lawyer's tongue… so he hesitated.
Charlotte appeared at the head of the stairs, her usually serene face showing concern. Spotting the rotund lawyer still standing in the open door of his and Nancy's bedroom, she asked, "What in the world's happening up here? I heard doors slamming and somebody crying."
"That was Cheryl."
"What happened? Do you know?"
"She just got a hard lesson in the facts of life!" His eyes bored into the closed door across the hall.
Her discerning gray-green eyes followed his gaze.
"Do you mean… Jim was…?" she began. "But, that isn't possible! Jim's hurt!"
"Not that bad, I guess! Both he and Frank are in there… with my wife!" he choked sourly.
"And, she saw them… Cheryl, I mean?"
"Yeah! She saw them all right!"
Charlotte was already hurrying down the passage toward the Paynters' room. "I'll have to see her and talk to her!" she breathed as she brushed past the lawyer.
"Wait a minute!" he called out to her. She was already disappearing into the Paynters' bedroom, leaving him standing alone.
"I'll be damned!"
Gene Barber had missed his chance and knew it. He turned and went back into his room uncorked the bottle of Scotch and drank another scalding mouthful of the potent whiskey. Christ! He was disgusted. Hell! There's nothing left to do but get drunk!
Charlotte found the distraught Cheryl curled into a ball in the middle of the bed sobbing and sniffling in her misery. Sitting down on the bed, the older woman stretched out a hand to smooth consolingly along Cheryl's shoulder. Her voice was low, full of sympathy. "You know, Cheryl, this could be the beginning of something very exciting for you and Frank… if you'll let it…"
"Oh, Charlotte!" Cheryl sniffled, trying to stop her tears as she sat up on the bed and found herself suddenly enfolded in the other woman's embrace. "I don't see how you can say it's the beginning of anything. It's the end… because Frank doesn't love me any more! H-He was… in your room… doing it… to Nancy Barber!"
"Listen, honey… when a man strays, he's trying to tell you something… and it's up to you to do something about it!" Charlotte told her, her hands roaming soothingly and caressingly over the other woman's smaller, petite body. "He's telling you that he's not getting what he wants… not being satisfied with what he is getting! Anyway, most men are not really one-woman men. They like variety!"
Knowingly, Charlotte's hand caressed and massaged her breasts, now, and Cheryl felt the same tingling arousal she had experienced before; now however there was no fear attached to it. She wanted to be petted a little by the older woman, almost as though she were a little girl, again, crawling up into her mother's lap to have a small hurt kissed away. Cheryl thought about what her hostess was saying.
"He's more like a tomcat!" Cheryl said scathingly. "First you… then Nancy!"
Charlotte's fingers found the zipper at the back of Cheryl's dress and lowered it; then, she was unhooking the bra snaps in back as she went on talking earnestly. "The thing of it is that most women are that way, too… but they don't realize it!"
"I'll never believe that!"
"The majority of women never get a chance to find out!" Charlotte said softly, as her hand went into the back of Frank's wife's dress smoothing along the satiny flesh and coming up under her loosened brassiere to cup caressingly the nakedness of a firm but softly pliant breast. Cheryl gasped as she became aware for the first time that her hostess, who was one of those women – in her mind – was undressing her… trying to seduce her.
"Charlotte! What…?"
"But, you're getting the chance to find out!" Charlotte murmured in her ear. "I'm going to turn you on, so you'll be a better wife for Frank… and maybe you'll find out that swinging with him will be more fun than you've ever had!"
"Swinging…?" Cheryl tried to writhe away from the other woman's embrace, protesting with an inarticulate, "Oh, p-please?"
"Swapping partners!" Charlotte explained. "That way you both get variety… but there's a great big plus to the whole thing that a lot of people overlook. After their men are all satisfied… that's when the real fun begins… with the women! A man gets all fucked out after just a few times, but a woman's got more on the ball. She can cum and cum, and keep cumming all night long!"
All the time she was talking, Charlotte deftly began removing Cheryl's dress, working the sleeves down over her arms one at a time, finally removing her bra to expose her nakedly from the waist up.
Unaccountably, the petite wife of Frank Paynter allowed the black-haired, older woman to do it. It was almost as though she were hypnotized by her voice… or perhaps it was the sudden, surging warmth that had begun to pervade her body, emanating from her loins and spreading outward causing her breasts to tingle with anticipation and her tiny, berry-like nipples to harden and swell. The sensations sang in her body like a prelude to the forbidden pleasures Charlotte was describing.
Her hand, soft, gentle, and knowing caressed the younger woman's breasts, her fingers teasingly tracing their white satin contours and ending always at a nipple, which she rolled between thumb and forefinger with a firm yet not painful presence.
Cheryl had tried to follow her reasoning. Let Frank have his little flings… but join in with him? Is that what she means? But, that means I'd have to do it with other men… and women! Somehow, she couldn't see herself in that role. Why… it's almost like some kind of prostitution… except that I'd be doing it with Frank's permission! And, then there was all of that about woman-woman sex afterward… after the men were too tired to continue. God! I couldn't do that!
Suddenly, she realized what Charlotte was doing to her. What am I thinking about? How did I ever let her get started undressing me…? Even though her body reached out yearningly for the forbidden sexuality Charlotte was offering her, her mind, the seat of reason, disciplined and censored the sensually lubricious signals her body was sending.
Sweeping Charlotte's gentle hands away from her breasts, Cheryl covered them with her own hands. "No! Don't touch me! I don't want… that!"
Tactfully, the black-haired woman drew back, refraining from touching the confused Cheryl for a moment, but her logic attacked the problem from another angle.
"Cheryl, darling," she went on soothingly, "you're all mixed up, and I certainly can't blame you for that!" As she spoke, Charlotte casually began to unbutton the front of her own dress, a close-fitting sheath that revealed the voluptuous fullness of her body. "But, you say that you want to save your marriage. Well… if that's what you really want… you're going to have to start putting out… making sure that Frank's satisfied. I know what happens to women, after they've had a couple of children. They're afraid of getting pregnant, again… and they start begging off with that stupid headache routine. If you're one of those women – and Frank told me enough to make me think you are – your marriage doesn't stand a chance… unless you do something… soon!" Her dress was unbuttoned now to the waist, and as she leaned forward, speaking with serious earnestness, the dress fell away, revealing the twin, soft-mounding moons of her voluptuous breasts, bursting melon-like from the opening unfettered, free of any restraining brassiere, their pink nipples already elongated and coning outward to hardened erection. Puckeringly, the flesh, darker coral in color, of their areolas, seemed to wrinkle before Cheryl's thunderstruck eyes.
She had been following what her hostess was saying, and the truth of it stung her to the quick, since she had already figured some of it out. "I didn't really want to do it to Frank…" Cheryl said, "but I don't trust the pill or those IUD's. The foams are messy… and Frank won't use rubbers…"
"There's the most sure-fire way, yet… that you're overlooking!" Charlotte told her.
"What's that?"
"Oral sex!"
"Using your mouth to…"
"Suck him off! Yes!"
"Oh, God!" Ugh! That's what Gene made me do!
"And, that what women do… to each other," Charlotte breathed. "It's just heavenly… better even than cumming with a man's hard cock in you!"
"But, I couldn't!"
"Have you ever tried?"
"I was forced to… to do it…" Cheryl looked away with quick shame, remembering that she had really hated it only at the beginning. Afterward… when she had become aroused, it had been a different story. She had wanted to do it… had wanted the lawyer to do something more to her… anything to bring her the relief and satisfaction she had craved; instead, she had masturbated. Her cheeks flamed crimson with the memory.
"Who was it?" Charlotte asked gently.
"G-Gene…"
"Damn him!" the older woman swore softly but without rancor. "He's got a lot to learn!"
Charlotte was reaching out then, and taking one of Cheryl's tiny hands in hers placed it on the tingling mound of one of her soft full breasts. "One thing about women, Cheryl, darling, is that we're gentle and soft!"
Her hand remained there for only a moment before Cheryl moved it away, but there was that continuing sensation in the palm of her hand, a warm feeling of silky softness.
"No-No!" Frank Paynter's wife sobbed. "I-I can't bring myself to… do it!"
She crawled away to the side of the bed attempting to cover herself with her dress. Curling herself into a fetal ball, she moaned, "Why don't you just leave me alone…?"
Knowing that there existed a yearning in the other woman, a desire that she was unwilling to admit to, Charlotte decided that it was time for more direct action. She was aroused herself but she knew that some of her talk, at least, had fallen on fertile ground in the mind of the younger woman.
Without undue haste, Charlotte stood up and slipped off her dress. Underneath, she had worn only panties. She wriggled them off, and her own hands roamed over her voluptuous body, as if she needed some reassurance of her own desirability; at last, one of her hands came to the softly curling hair, jet-black and soft as silk, of her pubic triangle, a finger slipping down into the moist pinkness between the fleshy lips of her pussy to feel the burgeoning hardness of her erect clitoris. She shivered delicately with the anticipation of this seduction as slashing, wildfire, erotic sensations surged through her.
At first, Cheryl couldn't believe what was happening to her. She was aware that Charlotte had crawled up on the bed and had stretched out beside her, then she felt cool hands on her back, running down to her waist and back up again only to reach around her to massage and caress a tingling breast.
Then, she was being turned, her breasts uncovered and she was clamped hard to the naked body of Charlotte Harding, her smaller, firm breasts mashed in tight and hard to the older woman's more ample and voluptuously soft breasts. She gasped with the realization that Charlotte was nude, and she wanted to protest, tell her that it was no use… that she would never allow herself to respond to her hostess' lesbian advances.
Charlotte's sensuous lips sought for and found Cheryl's, pressing against them in a passionate kiss, her tongue licking out slowly and gradually to run in sinuous circles, rimming them with sensation-producing moisture. Meanwhile her hands roamed searchingly, caressingly, swarming over the younger woman's luscious petite body to transmit her own passionate need, while at the same time stroking the salacious fires in Cheryl so that they leaped high and uncontrolled in her loins.
And Cheryl, much against her determined will began to respond to the black-haired beauty. Unaccountably, she began to feel a certain thrill, a desire she never knew existed being generated in her. There was an intense femaleness in Charlotte that went out to Frank's wife; it was demanding, but not in the same way that a man demanded. It was tender, gentle and giving… and it was to these that Cheryl responded.
Tentatively, she put a hand out to touch the smooth, velvety breast of the other woman. She did it timidly, feeling the soft pliancy of her hostess' full, melon-like breasts. Then, as she felt a shiver of delight pass through the older woman's body, she realized that she knew exactly how Charlotte felt… how she herself felt. Charlotte mewled against her mouth, and suddenly her tongue lashed deep inside. Accepting it, Cheryl found herself moaning with a passion she had never felt with her husband Frank. Somehow, in that instant, she knew that she would make no further protest… that Charlotte would have her way with her.
Their mouths melted together in an erotically stimulating kiss, tongues moving in and out and intertwining while avid hands caressed hungrily. Charlotte Harding was moving with sure knowledge toward her goal, while Cheryl experimented with the newness of it all. The uncontrolled inferno in their loins raged out of control, and as the older woman slid her hand down over Cheryl's temptingly rounded buttocks, inside the opened dress, down inside Cheryl's panties, her fingers searching for the moist warmth of the trembling woman's vaginal mouth from behind.
As Charlotte's middle finger found her cuntal opening and probed into it, Cheryl moaned with a mixture of despair and utter joy.
"Oh, Charlotte… please? I'm so scared…" she groaned, twisting her head aside to free her mouth from the passionate kiss.
"There's nothing to be afraid of darling!" Charlotte assured her. "Now let's get you completely naked so you can really enjoy it more!"
"But I…"
"No buts, dear! I'm going to show you what it's all about, and in no time at all, you'll be climbing the walls having the most beautiful orgasms you've ever had!"
Deftly, Charlotte removed the frightened girl's dress and panties and tossed them aside; then Cheryl felt her woman-lover roll her gently to her back, her mouth coming down to kiss her aching breasts, her lips maintaining a constant sucking pressure on a distended nipple while forcing the hardened bud to move in and out of her mouth rapidly. It felt so sexy and good, bringing a mewl of pleasure to Cheryl's mouth. Then, Charlotte's ever busy hand was smoothing down over the flat white plane of her belly and a tantalizing finger was slipping down into the slit of her searing cunt to find her fully erect clitoris. With gentle fingers she caressed the throbbing pleasure center, bringing Frank's wife to readiness for anything. Cheryl, confused and surprised that it was happening to her but unable to stop it now that she was so far gone, felt as though she were a seething volcano ready to blow its top.
All of those delicious, forbidden sensations crowded in on her, flashing through her overloaded nerve endings with lightning speed to slash at her loins with merciless insistence, and uncontrollably, her hips began to undulate up against Charlotte's cunt-teasing finger. She was ready now, all her reservations seeming to melt away. She wanted everything.
"Oh, God!" she moaned helplessly. "What are you doing to m-me?"
There was no answer, for now she felt the other woman's hungrily teasing lips moving down and down, as Charlotte slithered down over her spread-eagled body. Now, her tantalizing tongue dipped swirlingly into her navel… and her thighs were being spread by warm gentle female hands, and she knew that her genitals were being exposed completely, nakedly, to Charlotte's gaze.
Her eyes were closed now, but she was aware that the black-haired wife of Jim Harding was coming in between her thighs and that her hands moved on the soft silkiness of the flesh of her inner thighs, caressingly.
And, then the soft mouth of her woman-lover was there, following the path her hands had blazed down the warm, quivering flesh heading irrevocably for the angle of her thighs, at the cusp of which her expectantly pulsing cunt, wildfire blazing there in her, waited for that electric moment when two unlike mouths met in erotic congress.
Somehow, the insane idea crossed Cheryl's mind that the very thing she anticipated would, in some way, change her, make of her a different kind of woman.
Then, it was there!
Charlotte's obscenely probing tongue, lovely, tantalizing, and at the same time somehow shameful, made moist sensuous contact with her throbbing clitoris. Instantly, the most powerful sexual sensations she had ever experienced charged electrically through the confused wife's yearning body. It was what she had been waiting for, but her censoring mind was unable to accept it for the joyous thing it was.
"No! Oh, God! N-No!" she cried out. "I can't let you do that… to m-me!" She writhed desperately to escape it.
Charlotte's tantalizing mouth paused for an instant, only scant fractions of an inch from her searingly aroused cuntal mouth, and words came drifting up murmuringly, the warm wash of the other woman's breath a further goad to her erotic response. She felt as though she were standing near the brink of a deep chasm resisting mightily as she was being pushed inexorably over the edge. "Relax, honey… and let it happen! You'll be glad you did! Believe me!"
"But, it's so… so wrong! Unnatural!"
"You say that, but you don't believe it!" Charlotte breathed. "You really do like it, don't you? Those wonderful sensations keep saying yes to you… while your mind tries to make something dirty out of it!"
Suddenly, then, Charlotte dropped her mouth down the final quarter inch, her full sensuous lips making electric contact with the involuntarily pulsing cuntal opening of the quivering younger woman, her tongue probing deep into the fiery, liquid depths of her yearning pussy. With deliberate intent, she began moving her tongue in and out to the tempo already set by Cheryl's undulating hips, using her tongue with the regularity of a man's cock fucking in and out. She heard Cheryl's gasp of pleasure and knew that the highest hurdle of her seduction had been cleared. Pressuring upward then through the coral-pink cleft, she found the wildly pulsing clitoris and licked at it moistly. Cheryl moaned aloud her voice rasping from labored lungs, as her loins writhed down into the mattress to escape the intensely erotic sensation, only to gyrate back up against her woman-lover's mouth in the following moment.
All reason fled. Cheryl was conscious only of the crashing heat-lightning that flashed and grounded in her naked and now upturned cunt. She had to have it! Now!
"Oh, yessssss! Oh, God! Yes! Yes, YES!" Cheryl begged.
Charlotte's mouth was withdrawn, then, and she was asking, "Do you want me to make you cum this way?"
"Oh, God, yes! Any way!"
"Okay… then we'll cum together!"
"H-How can we do that?"
"Easy! Have you ever licked and sucked another woman's cunt, darling?"
"No!"
"Then, you'll learn, now!" Charlotte cooed. "That's how we do it… together!"
"Do I-I have to?"
"If you want to cum!"
"Oh, I do! I'm so hot!"
"Then, we'll do the sixty-nine thing, honey!"
Swiftly Charlotte reversed her position; she straddled Cheryl's face, her own mouth coming down naturally over the sparsely hair-lined cunt of the younger woman, glistening moist and pink, pulsing vibrantly… expectantly.
And, Cheryl found herself looking up, startled, into the moist, fleshy crease, softly lined with jet-black pubic hair, which hung only inches over her face, the wet pink inner lips, flowering open petal-like to reveal the vaginal entrance all pink and pulsing, the hardened shaft of the other woman's clitoris throbbing with a heartbeat of its own… just as she knew her own pussy below throbbed with a desire she had never known.
With an undulant swiveling of her hips, Charlotte's pussy came down against her face, as at the same time her mouth came down to make ecstatic contact again with Frank's wife's quivering clitoris her tongue lashing out to drum an erotic tattoo on its pulsating head.
Cheryl felt suffocated, trapped, for a moment, but Charlotte's tongue licking at her aroused clitoris elicited a long, shivering moan from deep in her chest, emanating from her very soul, as shimmeringly erotic sensations pervaded the whole of her belly, causing her to nuzzle up into the woman-flesh there above her, the heady perfume of the other's femaleness drawn deep into her lungs… and with a tentatively exploring tongue, she timidly probed upward to lick experimentally the miniature phallus shielded in its protective fleshy groove.
Then, wildly, she wanted to do everything that was being done to her. Her tongue now shifted upward to flick deep into Charlotte's equally aroused cuntal mouth; soon she matched the rhythmic licking of her clitoris by her hostess' tantalizing tongue, stabbing in and out like a substitute penis.
Together the two women began to mount higher and higher, by progressive degrees to heady plateaus of arousal, as tongues slashed and licked and hands grasped and caressed soft pliant feminine flesh, while hips ground undulantly and mouths gasped and mewled out little moans of joy.
Suddenly, Cheryl was mouthing words up into the moist cunt above her. "OOOOooooh! That feels sooooo gooooood! Oh, God, Charlotte! Don't stop! Don't stop licking me!"
Above her and below, dimly, she heard Charlotte's countering cries. "Eat me, darling! OOOOOooooh! Eat my cunt…! Eat it… goooooood! OOOoooooh! Just… like… that!"