Nina Borman was wondering what the hell her crazy wild man of a husband was up to now as she walked beside him with her hand linked under his arm along the crowded street off lower Fifth Avenue. Because he certainly was up to something, there was no doubt about that. The lithe long-legged young brunette in the cheap, poorly-cut navy blue suit they were following – at least Nina assumed they were following her, Axel refused to answer her questions – turned up the steps of another shabby brownstone house and, after scanning the names listed by the door, hesitantly rang the bottom bell. It was the sixth building she had tried and each time she came out looking more dejected and discouraged. The pure classic beauty of her profile was visible for an instant, then the door clicked and she went inside.
As usual Axel had stopped as soon as the girl turned up the steps and was pretending to examine the wares displayed in the window of a basement "head" shop. Some private eye he'd make, Nina snorted to herself. With his elegant Malacca walking cane and his perfectly tailored grey business suit he stood out like a sore thumb in the motley crowd of long-haired hippie boys and girls who were thronging the sidewalk.
It was growing dark and there was a chill nip in the autumn air that bit right through the white Angora wool coat she was wearing over her black chiffon cocktail dress. When Axel had phoned her unexpectedly that afternoon to meet him at the corner of Fifth and Eighth, she had expected to be taken to the opening of a new art show or a party, not shadowing some poor girl up and down the streets of Greenwich Village.
"Damn you, Borman!" she snapped, using his last name to indicate her exasperation, although she could hardly keep from laughing at the picture he made… the distinguished Wall Street broker staring earnestly down at the beads and sandals and other assorted junk in the window. "Damn you!" she repeated when he didn't even bother to look at her. "If you don't tell me why we're following that poor girl, I'm going home right now."
"How'd you like to suck her pussy?" he shot back at her in a low voice gangster-style out of the side of his mouth.
"Oh, is that what I'm gonna do?" Nina retorted sarcastically, feeling nevertheless a little apple of excitement in her tummy. "Well, what are we waiting for? Why don't we just take her home with us so I can get down to business?"
"Shhhhh," Borman warned her. The brunette was coming out of the door of the brownstone and behind her an enormously fat woman with her peroxided hair up in curlers and her face beet-red with fury was screaming.
"Whore! Harlot! You're all whores and harlots. Out! Out of my house before God strikes you down as he surely will. Out! Out! Out!"
The young brunette half-ran, half-stumbled, down the steps with tears streaming down her frightened face and hurried off with Nina and Borman in pursuit.
"Did you set that up, you bastard?" Nina asked when they had slowed down again. The brunette had stopped and was fumbling in the large rectangular leather pocketbook which she was carrying suspended from her shoulder by a strap. She drew out a handkerchief and began dabbing at her eyes.
"Nope," Borman replied. "But it won't hurt. Soften her up a little more…"
Just then Nina felt someone jostle past her and caught just a glimpse of a long-haired, beetle-browed man who darted between the intervening passersby, ripped the purse from the brunette's shoulder and took off at a dead run down the crowded block.
"Stop, thief! Stop, thief!" Shouting loudly and brandishing his cane like a character in an old-fashioned melodrama, Borman surged after the running figure and a second later both of them disappeared around a corner. A few people turned to stare curiously in the direction of the brunette who was standing there with an expression of bewildered consternation on her face, but no one went up to her to comfort her, just as no one had raised a finger to stop the thief.
About par for Fun City, Nina thought angrily to herself. She suspected at once that her husband was behind the purse-snatching episode and was sure that it was just a gambit in whatever crazy scheme he had cooked up, but the indifference of all the other people to the robbery in broad daylight really got to her. Impulsively… and knowing at the same time that it was probably exactly what Axel would want her to do… she went up to the distraught girl and put her arm around her.
"Don't worry, honey," she said sympathetically. "My husband will get your purse back for you."
"It-it had everything in it," the brunette sobbed brokenly. "All my money, my driving license…" She caught hold of herself and looked gratefully at the slim elegant blonde stranger who had taken pity on her. "God, it even had the key to the locker where I checked my suitcase in it!" she suddenly remembered. "I won't be able to get my suitcase out."
"Don't worry," Nina comforted her again. "Here comes Axel now… my husband. Oh… oh! I'm afraid he doesn't have your pocketbook though." She nodded toward Axel who was barging toward them through the crowd. He was panting like a winded bull, and his heavy square-jawed face was all ruddy with his exertions.
"Lost him, damn it all!" he growled thumping the tip of his cane on the sidewalk. "Think anybody would try to stop him? They just got in my way, that's all. Stupid bastards!" Then suddenly his grim expression vanished and his face split in a charming smile. "Well, I'll be damned," he said to the distressed brunette. "Aren't you Miss Wright from the realtor's office in Laketon, Maryland? I'm Axel Borman. Bought a farm there from Mr. Chisolm last summer. Remember?"
What a God-awful ham you are, Axel, Nina thought affectionately as she watched this minor miracle unfold right in front of her eyes on the sordid streets of Greenwich Village. Recognition dawned in June Wright's eyes and soon her hand was tucked under Axel's other arm as he towed both the women along Fifth Avenue toward Washington Square Park.
"We live just down the street," he was saying to June. "I'm afraid your purse is gone for good, but I'm sure I can get your bag out of the locker without any trouble. You just come up to the apartment and rest for a few minutes while I make a couple of phone calls…"
Wow, those few minutes had really stretched, June was thinking a little woozily to herself about four hours later as she sat cozily curled up in one corner of an enormous couch, warming her second large snifter of after-dinner Brandy-and-Benedictine in the palm of her hand. She was sitting in what was beyond doubt the most lavish and tastefully decorated living room she had ever seen. It was like something right out of the movies, only much better. In fact, the whole evening had seemed enchanted and unreal, right from the minute Mr. Borman had recognized her and brought her here. Why, she was almost glad her pocketbook had been stolen, even if there was over sixty dollars in it, just to get a glimpse of the way Mr. Borman and his charming wife Nina lived. The meal they had eaten, prepared by the Borman's personal French chef, was probably worth sixty dollars all by itself, she figured. She had never tasted such delicious food, and every time she looked out of the dining room window she felt as if she had the whole city of New York at her feet.
The Bormans lived in a duplex penthouse on top of one of the few high-rise buildings in that area. Standing on the terrace before dinner she had been able to look way down at the long rows of shabby brownstone houses and dingy brick tenements like the ones she had been looking for Tiffany in. After two cocktails she had broken down and told Nina and Axel… it was hard for her to call him Axel, he was so imposing, but he had insisted… anyway, she had told them about Tiffany's running away with Cliff. She'd covered up the real story by saying they had eloped together… And about the telegram and how when Cliff didn't meet her at the train as she had expected he would, she had gone to the address he had given. God, she certainly would never forget that place. She thought she had done a pretty good job of describing to Nina and Axel how sinister and awful it had been with all these freaky filthy people lying around in the most awful mess she'd ever seen. Empty yogurt cups and rotting fruit and vegetables in all the corners.
She was certain everyone there was on drugs, and the only one who had seemed to be in a halfway normal state had just laughed when she asked about Tiffany. Nobody has a name here, baby, he had said, and when she showed him the picture of her sister she had brought along, he explained that the place was just what they called a "crash pad". People came and went every day and he'd only been there a week himself.
Then there was the policeman she had asked where the Missing Persons Bureau was. He had snarled at her that Western Union was always making mistakes and that she should check numbers 62 and 52 and 27 and so on before she bothered the Bureau. Why not 18th Street, too and 108th Street, why not every building in the whole city of ten million or whatever it was…?
Axel had told her that he knew exactly how callous and indifferent the police appeared to be. It was really because they were overworked, he assured her, but he knew someone in City Hall who would see that her sister's case received the proper attention. Meanwhile, since it had been too late to contact the man he knew who could help about her suitcase, it had been decided that she spend the night with them. After the hostility… the downright inhumanity… of the city it had really been wonderful to meet such warm hospitable people, and June's protest that she didn't want to impose on them was pretty feeble.
"Oh, pooh," Nina laughed. "You're not imposing at all. I'm not as… uh… busty as you are but maybe you can squeeze into one of my nighties. How about a little nightcap before we turn in?" She leaned forward to take the decanter from the coffee table and poured some more of the amber liquid into June's glass in spite of her protests.
"I'm really not used to drinking so much," she giggled a little foolishly. "Cocktails before dinner, wine with dinner and three liqueurs after dinner. Goodness, what would the people in Laketon say?"
"What the hell do people in Laketon drink, for chrissake?" Axel growled suddenly in a surly overbearing voice from the deep easy chair he was lying back in, puffing on an enormous cigar.
June was really shocked and didn't know what to reply. He had been so charming and affable right up until that moment. What had she done to offend him?
"Ho-hum, I guess it's time for beddy-bye. It's been a long day," Nina said, rising to her feet with a meaningful glance at June. "Bring your glass along, honey, and we'll finish up our nightcaps while I'm showing you your room and where everything is." She led the way from the living room with that supple graceful walk that June had noticed earlier and admired so much. Everything that Nina did was stylish and elegant, and next to her June felt like a hulking country clod, although God knows the slender blonde woman was the essence of warmth and friendliness itself and certainly not in the least bit condescending.
As she rose rather unsteadily, June said goodnight to Axel who merely grumbled something curt and unintelligible and continued to glower at the wall like a huge cross old bear.
Goodness, he certainly was a moody man… She didn't envy Nina having to put up with such sudden outbreaks of bad humor if they occurred often. It probably had something to do with the difference in their ages because Nina couldn't be more than thirty while Borman must be close to fifty… her father's age.
To her mortification the voluptuous brunette found that she was actually weaving as she followed her hostess down the hallway to the guest bedroom. Such a thing had never happened to her in her whole life before. It must be the wine, she decided. They had drunk both white Bordeaux and red Burgundy, all imported from France, and it had gone so well with the different courses that she had drunk a great deal without realizing it.
"I think you'll be comfortable here," Nina said, patting a large double bed covered with a lovely satiny aquamarine comforter. "Over there is your bath…" She pointed to a door across the room. "And if you'll just wait a second, I'll see if I can find a nightie that will fit you. You certainly have a magnificent figure," she smiled, looking June over with frank admiration in her eyes.
"Oh," June protested, blushing at the compliment. "Don't bother. I can just sleep in my slip." Then she blushed even harder when she thought of how the last couple of months she had been sleeping in the raw so that she could more quickly satisfy her ever-demanding body. God, for the past four hours she hadn't even thought of… that… and now she could already feel the blood beginning to race through her veins in anticipation of the moment she would be alone in that wonderful big bed. No, dammit! She wouldn't touch herself tonight, she resolved. It would break the spell of the whole day.
Nina had been quietly watching the crimsoning face of her beautiful raven-haired guest and speculating as to what thoughts were passing through her mind to make her blush so furiously. The excited tingling in the pit of her own tummy told her that she would find out before too long. Axel had finally explained to her the first part of his plan and intuitively she knew that he was right. Her husband, as she had learned many years before, had an unerring instinct about women like June Wright; he claimed she was the type of woman who by nature is overwhelmingly sensual but who for one reason or another has not yet been awakened to the full hidden depths of her sexuality. Nina shivered with inward delight at the thought of the role she had been assigned to play in June's awakening. Moments like these were the spice of life to her.
"It's no trouble at all," Nina said, placing her snifter of B-and-B on the bedside table as she left the room. "I'll be right back."
June was wandering around the spacious room admiring the paintings on the walls… they were all abstract but in soothing subdued colors that went perfectly with the rest of the decor… when she heard Axel's voice raised in a loud angry roar and the sound of shattering glass followed by a heavy smack of flesh against flesh. Seconds later Nina came running breathlessly into the room, slammed the door behind her and locked it. One entire side of her delicately featured face was blotchy red where Axel had obviously slapped her with all his might.
"That rotten bastard!" she gasped, panting like a hunted animal as June instinctively ran to her and enfolded her slim pliant figure comfortingly in her arms. She could feel the older woman's heart pounding rapidly against her breast and a tremor rack her trembling body.
"God, I'm so ashamed!" Nina choked out finally when she had gotten herself under control. "I never dreamed he would do that with a perfect stranger in the apartment. Not that you're a stranger," she added quickly with a grateful glance at June. "I feel as if I've known you all my life."
"Oh, Nina, come over here and sit down," June begged almost tearfully, leading her hostess over to the bed and still hugging her tightly to her breast as though she were a frightened child. "Why on earth did he strike you? Does he do it often?"
"Oh no, only when he drinks too much sometimes," Nina said mournfully. "And when he's been around some woman he knows he can't take to bed. He's very much attracted to you, you know, June."
"What!" The idea that a man as old as her father could desire her physically shocked June to the roots of her being. "I just can't believe it."
"Well, it's true," Nina smiled ruefully. "I know all the signs, believe me… June, I hate to ask you this on such short acquaintance, but would you mind if I slept in here with you tonight?" She slyly eyed her guest to see if there was any sign of reluctance but there was none, so she went swiftly on. "By tomorrow morning Axel will have slept it off, but if I go out there now he might really work me over. I'll be safe in here with you. Come to think of it, you'll be safer too if I'm in here with you."
"Wh-what…?" June faltered, uncertain that she understood. "You don't really mean he would…?"
"Break down the door and rape you?" Nina finished the unspoken thought for her. "He might. He just might. He's never done anything like that up till now, but he seems to get crazier and hornier each year instead of calming down like most men do when they grow older. That bastard had a hard on for you as big as a telephone pole all during dinner. I'm amazed you didn't notice it."
"Wh-what…!" June stammered again, hardly able to believe her ears that the elegant sophisticated Mrs. Nina Borman would use a coarse expression like "hard on". She hadn't heard that since the girls used to whisper it in high school.
"Oh, I'm sorry if I shocked you, honey," Nina said understandingly, placing her slender petite hand on June's larger one. "It's just that when Axel hits me, it makes me feel degraded like a… like a whore. And then for some reason I want to degrade myself even more and talk like a whore. Say things like – cock, fuck, ass, cunt… Damn him anyway!" She grabbed up her snifter and downed what was left in the glass in one gulp. "Sometimes I wonder why I stay with him."
June gazed at the abused wife with her heart full of compassion. She very clearly understood Nina's compulsive need for self-degradation… self-debasement. God, who could understand it better than she could? She had been involuntarily debased by the vile spectacle she had witnessed on the porch that afternoon, and for months afterward had continued to defile herself, plunging headlong into an apparently bottomless pit of lonely self-debauch. She picked up her own glass and slowly drained it. She felt completely sober. The fright she had experienced seemed to have cleared her head.
"Fuck! Shit! Piss! Cunt! Cock! Cocksucker!" Nina spat out the lewd words again, balling up her little hands into fists and jabbing out at an imaginary target. "That's all I am, a cocksucker. My husband's private little cocksucker. Rub my back for me, will you, honey," she begged plaintively, stretching out suddenly on the bed. "It's the only thing in the whole world that calms me down. My nerves feet like they're going to jump right out of my skin!"
Aghast at the stream of filth spouting from the married woman's lovely mouth, June dazedly began to stroke her back through the sheer silk material of her cocktail dress. Nina's head was resting in the crook of her arm so that her exquisitely sculptured face was turned toward June in semi-profile. Was it possible, June wondered, that those delicate cherry red lips which looked so innocent and pure had actually been forced to close around the loathsome penis of that hulking brute out there in the living room? Probably… She was beginning to believe that Axel was capable of anything. She knew from her readings in abnormal psychology that people did indulge in such disgusting practices, and hadn't Cliff said that her own sister…
June suppressed a sudden urge to retch but oddly enough she felt no repulsion for Nina, only sadness that the older woman had the misfortune to be married to a sadistic animal like Axel Borman. Her hand slowed in its smooth stroking and she gently massaged the nape of her hostess' neck, feeling the soft warm flesh through the curling tendrils of short blonde hair there.
"Oh, that feels good, your hand on my skin," Nina purred contentedly. "Let me take off my dress." She jumped quickly off the bed, unzipped her dress and let it puddle to the floor, then unhooked her brassiere and tossed it carelessly on top of the dress. June modestly turned away her eyes but not before she had a glimpse of Nina's small but beautifully shaped breasts which stood out in pearl-white perfection against the tan remaining on the rest of her body. They were capped by little red berrylike nipples that jutted out so enticingly.
June blushed and guiltily swallowed the saliva which automatically filled her mouth at the sight of those dainty nipples. God, she wasn't going to turn out to have lesbian tendencies too, was she, in addition to being a voyeur? She shook her heavy black mane of hair impatiently to reject the absurd notion, but something dim and shadowy was stirring deep inside her, something vaguely threatening to her already much diminished self-esteem.
Clad now only in the wispiest of panties, Nina climbed back onto the bed and stretched out luxuriously like a contented kitten for June to continue to rub her back. She felt the nervousness in the first touches of the timid girl's hands on her naked back and smiled secretly to herself. She hadn't missed the look of confusion on June's face and that second vivid blush when she dropped her brassiere. This was going to be easier than she had expected. She wouldn't even have to use the series of Climax Illustrated pictures that she had hidden in the dresser before dinner just in case. The pictures showed two ravishing Scandinavian girls fondling and sucking each other's breasts, then tonguing each other's clitorises in the sixty-nine position.
No, Nina was sure it wouldn't be necessary to bring them out. This was going to be a straight seduction scene with no artificial props, and she intended to enjoy it to the hilt. Of course, nothing could replace a man's long thick hard cock which she loved in any part of her body but if anything could, it was a beautiful, almost virginal and potentially passionate young woman like June. A little sixty-nine just between girls would be a nice prelude to whatever Axel had planned for later on. He hadn't taken her that far into his confidence, but the slap he'd given her to set the stage for this scene had been too Goddamn realistic. The horny bastard didn't know his own strength.
"Hmmmmmmmmm, that feels so-oooooo good," she purred as June's hands resumed their gentle stroking. "You have wonderful hands. I can feel the electricity coming out of them… the vibrations or whatever it is. You could be a healer." She lay there quietly until the massage had turned into a series of long languorous caresses which set a liquid warmth filtering sweetly through her relaxed body. Then she began to almost imperceptibly undulate her hips against the comforter, pressing her warmly throbbing vaginal mound down on the bed when June's hands traveled up her back to her shoulders, then raising her softened, slightly splayed buttocks to meet them when they descended again. She could definitely feel a tingling current of mounting desire flowing through those feathery fingertips which were dallying now near the base of her spine and expected them any minute to float down between her thighs into the wetly waiting valley of her cunt and finally home in on her pulsing clitoris which was emitting signals of anguished yearning at the rate of about ten thousand per second… But when she accentuated the rotating movement of her hips and spread her legs farther apart in frank invitation, the hands were abruptly withdrawn.
Nina rolled over on her side and looked up at June with intensely glittering dark blue eyes. "God, June, you're magic!" she exclaimed. You almost made me cum just by rubbing my back. Why did you stop?"
"Wh-what…?" June faltered bewilderedly, biting her lower lip and fighting to hold back tears of chagrin. The prolonged soothing contact of her hands with the soft silken skin of Nina's back had started butterflies of dreamy forbidden delight fluttering in her stomach, and the aroused young brunette had caught herself hungering to touch the rounded moons of the blonde woman's buttocks which were so provocatively revealed by her flimsy panties. But had her elegant and distinguished hostess really said that about cumming? Had she really expected June to touch her… there… when she parted her legs. It just couldn't be, June remonstrated feebly with herself, she must be imagining things. All the alcohol she had drunk was clouding her judgment, and her reeling brain could no longer distinguish between the real world outside and the murky nocturnal imaginary region of sensuality which she seemed to inhabit more and more these days. "What… what did you say," she replied.
"I said you're pure magic!" Nina repeated brazenly without the slightest hesitation. "You almost made me cum without even touching my cunt."
June stared speechlessly down at the blonde woman's passion-lit face. Such a lack of restraint between two virtual strangers was inadmissible, and she groped vainly for some phrase that would bring their relationship back to normal. At the same time it seemed to her that in some weird way she and Nina were linked telepathically, almost turning into one person. She knew that the other woman's clitoris was clamoring for her caresses because her own was swollen in throbbing sympathetic response, and she could feel the warm moistness increasing up between her tightly clenched thighs. In spite of her will, her wetly dilating vagina was opening like a flower unfolding its petals in response to Nina's unspoken pleas. It was like being in a dream or trance.
"God, I can't stand it!" Nina moaned feverishly. "All I can think about is cumming, I'm so hot." With one swift motion she doubled back her slim shapely legs and peeled off her panties, flinging them halfway across the room in her haste. "Touch me, June," she begged, impetuously grabbing the younger woman's limp hand and pulling it toward her belly where the moist pink flesh of her vaginal lips glistened invitingly through a diaphanous veil of sparse golden curls.
June jerked her hand back as if it had been scorched by fire, still more flabbergasted by this flagrant flaunting of lewd unnatural desire… But she was unable to tear her eyes from Nina's soft pubic "vee" with its succulent pink flesh.
"Oh God, I hate having to do it to myself; it's always so much better when someone else does it," Nina wailed. "But I'm going crazy!" She reached down between her out-splayed legs which were slightly bent to allow her hand better access to her hair-lined cuntal slit and began to feverishly stroke and tease her erect little clitoris which glittered like a jewel in its moistly steaming furrow. The slick flesh grew inflamed with excitement, and her breath came faster and faster as she shamelessly finger-fucked herself in front of the startled young girl. Her elegant blonde head strained against June's skirt-clad thigh and a low groan burst through her clenched teeth.
"Stop it!" June cried out, horrified to find herself watching this licentious spectacle with the same fascination and prurient tingling in her loins that she had experienced the afternoon she stood transfixed in the parlor, watching Cliff and Tiffany make love for what seemed an eternity. Watching, she thought despairingly to herself… It was true! Watching sex brought her to pitches of excitement she never experienced while actually having it. She was doomed… sick, twisted, perverted. "Stop it!" she hoarsely blurted out again, barely able to restrain herself from plunging her hand down into the seething caldron between her own legs. "It's wrong!"
"Wrong!" Nina snorted, without stopping her self-ministrations. "What's wrong about satisfying a normal need. God, after these scenes with Axel I have to have some kind of release. Sometimes I lie in here half the night playing with myself… dreaming about great big beautiful cocks all shapes and colors and sizes… making myself cum three or four times. And I jam things up my cunt, anything I can lay my hands on, candles, hairbrushes. God, June, don't you ever do it to yourself? Are you lucky enough to have someone who keeps you content and sexually satisfied all the time?"
June was too distraught to utter the lie which she instinctively knew was her last chance to put an end to these unhealthy confidences and turn back the dark tide of lesbianic sensuality that was engulfing them both. What Nina had said evoked too many echoes and resonances in her own mind… And then there were the words she had unthinkingly used. Stop it! It's wrong! The very same words she had used the night so long ago when she had awakened to see her little sister masturbating frantically right in the bed beside her. But suppose the wrongness came from her own mental state, her sick morbid desire to watch? Even that first time with her sister? How long had she watched before she stopped the little girl?
"Damn you, you're not being honest with yourself!" Nina struck out suddenly, sensing victory in her young companion's hesitancy and doleful expression. Withdrawing her hand from between her legs, she sat up beside June with feigned anger. "You should see yourself. You want it as badly as I do but you won't admit it. Look at your nipples, they're hard as rocks!" Her two hands streaked out and pinched the swollen nubs through the thin blouse and slip with built-in brassiere that June was wearing. The brunette gasped sharply at the unexpected jolt of pleasure-pain which flashed instantly through every nerve-end in her quivering young body and fell helplessly back on the bed when Nina pushed her. Her mind was so confused with alcohol and nagging self-doubt that she was unable to protest when the other woman began to gently fondle and caress her firmly ripened breasts, leaving perfumed traces of her cuntal juices on the crisp white cloth that covered them. Gloating to herself at how easy it had been, Nina slowly unbuttoned the innocent dark-haired girl's blouse.
"Sit up, June!" she whispered urgently, and June sat up automatically as if in a hypnotic trance, watching unresistingly with glazed eyes while Nina slipped off her blouse, then pulled down the shoulder straps of her slip so that her proudly quivering breasts sprang free with their ruby red nipples jutting temptingly from large pinkish coronas.
"God, your tits are so beautiful!" Nina murmured with sincere admiration, pushing June gently down on the bed and lowering her lips to kiss first one soft warm mound of tasty flesh, then the other, before beginning to hungrily suck the left one over its thudding heart. Almost at once she felt June's hands rise and tangle themselves in her hair, pulling her mouth down harder against the softly resilient mound. Axel had been right again, the hedonistic woman mused to herself. Brother, had he ever been right! He'd discovered a real prize this time. Ever so lightly she let her fingers drift down over June's flat belly toward the dark "vee" of lustrous black curls up between her rounded thighs, just grazing the satiny skin with the tips of her sharp lacquered nails.
June shuddered and almost wept with the tensions that were tearing her mind apart as she fought vainly to stem the dreamy blissful flow of voluptuous sensation that the suction of Nina's soft mouth and swirling tongue were drawing up from the well of her desire. Everything was so mixed up! Her sense of time was blurring. In her mind's eye she again saw her slim elegant blonde hostess panting hoarsely with her legs obscenely splayed and bent as she feverishly manipulated her own clitoris… Then Nina seemed to turn into Tiffany… twelve year old Tiffany doing exactly the same thing in exactly the same position. This image was replaced by the other of Tiffany pinioned under Cliff's nakedly sweating body in the bright sunlight on the back porch.
As if in another world she felt Nina's slender hand insinuate itself between her tightly clenched thighs and begin to worm its way up toward her passionately throbbing vaginal slit. Now she saw Cliff's thick rigid penis pressing against the tiny hairless ring of Tiffany's anus.
God, why hadn't she been born blind! She wouldn't be in this impossible situation if she hadn't seen all those filthy things which her treacherous memory kept flashing onto the screen of her imagination just when she needed all her strength to resist lewd temptation that was rapidly undermining her will. Already her traitorous flesh was beginning to respond with tiny jerks and spasms as Nina's hand worked its way closer and closer to her wildly pulsing clitoris. What difference does it make if it's my finger or someone else's who caresses me down there, an insidious voice seemed to be whispering in her ear. If masturbation was a sin as she had been brought up to believe, then wasn't it better to at least share the guilt? Wasn't it better to do it with someone warm and kind like Nina rather than all by herself in a lonely bed with all sorts of cold alien objects like candles, even her father's cane? She shuddered with horror at the memory of that awful night of self-humiliation, and immediately the shudder was transformed into a racking tremor of delight as Nina's searching middle finger slid under the elastic leg band of her passion-soaked panties and probed unerringly between her wetly quivering pussy lips toward the erect little organ which alone held the power of release from this torment of excruciating desire.
"Ooooohhhhhhh…" June gave a little moan of surrender, relaxing her thighs and voluntarily spreading her legs when the longed-for contact was finally made. Nina began to subtly tease the bursting little bud, seeming to sense in advance every gust and flurry of sensation fanning out from the magic source and skillfully varying the tempo of her fingerings to extract the utmost pleasure from each pulsing instant. Raising her head from June's heaving breast, she gazed down with luridly sparkling eyes at the brunette's lovely young face now flushed and contorted with unsatiated passion.
"You like that, don't you, June?" she hissed triumphantly. "You like me fingering your hot little clit. You like my hand in your sweet juicy cunt, don't you? It's better than doing it by yourself, isn't it?"
"Y-esssssss. Oh God… yes!" June whimpered helplessly. "But it's wrong. We're two women…"
"Pleasure isn't wrong!" Nina retorted thickly. "And only a woman can give this kind of pleasure because only a woman can know exactly what you're feeling. I'll bet no man has ever done this to you as good as I'm doing it now. Has he?"
"No," June admitted weakly, remembering Cliff's crude blundering attempt to arouse her there before she let him make love to her.
"Let me take off your skirt and panties," Nina urged wickedly. "So we'll both be naked." When, after a moment's hesitation, June docilely raised her buttocks from the bed, the older woman quickly pulled off the obstructing panties and rumpled skirt, feasting her eyes greedily on the voluptuous naked body beneath her. With a gluttonous little smack of her lips she sank her lissome body down on top of June, the small white cones of her breasts pressing nipple to nipple into the larger fuller ones of the young girl. She forced her left hand down between their entangled golden and jet-black pussy hairs so that with her thumb she could titillate her own clitoris while her agile fingers swarmed into June's wetly heated cunt… exploring… teasing… suddenly dipping into the spastically contracting vaginal canal. With her right hand she pulled the brunette's heavy-maned head toward her and began passionately kissing the smooth satiny skin of her neck and cheeks.
June gasped and gave a low moan when she felt Nina's knowledgeable fingers penetrate her vagina, then pull out with a lewd sucking sound, and pump back in again with blissful flickering pressures against the sensitive membranes of her inner cunt. Her responsive hips writhed with slavish abandonment and squirmed upward to capture more of the miraculously fucking hand. God, big as his penis was, nothing Cliff had done to her had ever felt like this. Her hands flew down to dig into the soft warm moons of Nina's ass-cheeks and pull them apart. Her right hand crept down the crevice between them, delayed at the tiny puckered hole of the anus by the memory of Tiffany's obscene command to Cliff… Stick your finger up my ass… before traveling on to the moist hair-lined lips of the seductive woman's hot little cunt where their fingers briefly met, seeking each other's pleasure. They were joined in a perfect circle of eroticism.
When Nina suddenly kissed her full on the mouth, probing with her tongue between her desire-softened lips for entry into the sweet cavern, June found the strength to resist again momentarily, feeling somehow that the French kiss would seal some kind of weird unnatural love pact between them that went beyond the ecstatic sucking of her breasts and fondling of her genitals… but again she surrendered, feeling a new surge of delight as Nina's supple tongue slipped into her mouth and swirled around her own. She began to hungrily suck the darting wet organ, eagerly swallowing her partner's sweet saliva as their two bodies fused together in a long mind-darkening soul kiss. God, she had never enjoyed a kiss so much, and every square inch of the surface of her naked young body was vibrantly aware of the lithe pleasure-giving creature on top of her.
After long minutes Nina finally raised her head and looked with passion-clouded eyes down at June's lovely face. "Sometimes I wish I had a cock," she murmured intensely. "A big hard cock to fuck way up inside your sweet little pussy, June honey… but I'm going to do the next best thing. I'm going to make you cum like you've never cum before!"
"Oh yes… yes," June painted, gazing with trusting wonder up at the delicate oval of her companion's face. "I want you to, Nina, I want you to… make me cum!" The shamelessness of her own frank demand sent the blood racing through her eager body, and her head spun with a sense of new found freedom. God, at last she was going to cum with somebody else, with a sweet warm-blooded loving woman. It was so wonderful! Time had stopped for her with that long rapturous soul kiss and nothing mattered now except the fingers so skillfully drawing surge after surge of magic will-o-the-wisp fire up from the depth of her love-starved loins. She closed her eyes and abandoned herself completely.
"I'm going to suck your sweet little clit!" Nina whispered lewdly in her ear, tenderly nipping its fleshy lobe and spiraling her pointed tongue into the narrow canal.
June's eyes flew open. "Oh no, please!" she pleaded, twisting her head away from the new weird feeling of the wet tongue revolving in her ear. "Just with your fingers, Nina. Please just do it to me with your fingers." The whole idea of mouth-to-genitals sex had profoundly disgusted her when she had read about it, and when Cliff had hinted about doing it she had let him know in no uncertain terms that there would never be any of that sort of thing between them… But now she had already let Nina go so far and her whole body felt like it was on fire, her breasts, her mouth, her vagina. She didn't know whether she would have the will to resist. "Please…" she begged again faintly.
"Well, you can do it to me with your fingers if you're that selfish," Nina retorted. "But I want to feel your little clit throbbing like a heart in my mouth when I suck it, June honey, and taste your beautiful cunt juices when you cum!" With one supple motion she swung off June's body and reversed her position on the bed so that her face was hovering directly over June's wetly quivering pussy and her own burning cunt was pressed against the reluctant girl's shoulder. She began to plant hot lingering kisses on the naked flesh of June's tummy and hips and thighs which were squeezed together again in a last effort of denial. It shouldn't take long to open them, Nina mused to herself, as with the pink tip of her tongue she traced a wet trail around the warmly perfumed flesh beneath her, tantalizingly skirting the rich black triangle of pubic curls which shadowed the lust-swollen upper cunt lips. Intuitively she had guessed that June was almost completely inexperienced sexually… Maybe she had never been brought to orgasm by another person before. God, that would almost be like having a virgin!
The thought excited Nina so much she could no longer prolong her teasing foreplay. With a little moan of passion she sank the fingers of both hands into the soft black "vee" of curls and pulled apart the moistly throbbing cuntal lips, exposing the moist pink flesh at the top of June's pussy.
Immediately she began to lick it with strong lusty strokes, burrowing her quivering wet tongue down the steaming slit until she reached the pulsing little clitoral bud. An answering moan of yearning broke from deep in June's throat, and her legs jerked spastically apart, opening the whole wide valley of her succulent young cunt to Nina's voraciously sucking mouth and darting tongue. The blonde woman passed her hands under June's smooth rounded buttocks and gradually tugged her onto her side so that they were pressed breast to tummy against each other. Then she plunged her golden head into the dark exhilarating wilderness of the innocent young brunette's genitals, closing her eyes and giving herself up completely to the delightful task of stimulus and gratification. Alternately she sucked the swollen little clitoris, then swirled her tongue up into the slick velvety entrance of the eagerly dilating vagina. She could sense the storm brewing up there in the other woman's secret spaces, the gathering flood of misty juices and the titanic upheaval soon to come. Feeling June's heated, uneven breath on her pubic mound, she raised her leg and waited with a delicious longing for the first timid closing of hungry lips around her clitoris. She was sure she wouldn't have long to wait.
When Nina raised her leg and exposed her moistly glistening vaginal flesh in all its blushing splendor less than six inches from her face, June felt a momentary wave of revulsion wash over her, but also a strong undertow of morbid fascination. Ever since she could remember she had always considered sexual organs to be ugly… a necessary evil. In the past couple of months she had studied her own in mirrors, and in the bitter remorseful aftermaths of her lonely orgies had found them downright repulsive. But now the more closely she examined the intricate pink petal lips and slickly gleaming coral flesh of Nina's cuntal slit – with its erectile pulsating clitoris and the sweet little mouth of the vagina which seemed almost to be gasping for breath, its contractions were so rapid – the more beautiful it seemed, and the more she felt an urgent impulse to bury her head there and smear her face with the rich juices whose heady aroma was making her mind reel… But God… oh God she couldn't! She just couldn't let herself be drawn into that sinful act!
Dazedly, as she sank deeper and deeper into the whirlpool of sensual abandon created by Nina's relentlessly sucking mouth, June raised her head and looked down at the other woman's face obscenely buried between her legs and the mass of golden hair that fanned out over her thigh and tangled in with her black pubic hairs. The sheer lewd wantonness of the sight sent a jolt of re-doubled desire through her anguished nerve-ends, and she watched the nuzzling blonde head as if bewitched in a lecherous spell, feeling herself sucked deeper and deeper into the spinning vortex of forbidden pleasure with each new pressure of Nina's velvet wet mouth and tongue. Finally she could stand it no longer. With a low animal-like moan she lay back down, and pulled Nina's hotly trembling pussy down against her face, mouthing the juicy fuming furrow almost savagely in her final surrender. God, it tasted so delicious!
"Ooooohhhhh!" Nina cried in a muffled voice. "Oh God, June, it feels so wonderful. Oooohhhhhh – that's it! Lick me. There! Oh yes… oh… oh… faster! Faster!"
June locked her arms around her female ravisher's hips and sucked ardently, teasing the older woman's quaking little clitoris just as Nina was doing to her own, drinking in her pungent cuntal juices with a desperate thirst acquired over the long lonely years. God, she was actually doing it! She was almost smothering in that valley of squirming pink flesh as she strove to spear her eager tongue farther up into Nina's honeyed vagina, swabbing it around the smooth elastic walls… Almost smothering and loving it, glorying in it! She was down at the very pit bottom of the vortex now, spinning with such dizzying speed her mind darkened and the walls of the room seemed to fly away. All sense of space vanished, and the dark deliciously churning crevice of Nina's pussy was all that was left. And then… miraculously… she felt herself cumming…
Desperately she seized Nina's engorged clitoris in her mouth and teeth, nipping it and flipping it wildly with her tongue in her efforts to bring the blonde woman to the same blinding climax that was boiling up inside her own shamelessly aroused body. Nina responded with a savage mewl and ground her lathered pussy fiercely down against June's bruised lips in frantic pursuit of the longed-for release. The two women thrashed together in mad unison on the shaking bed for what was the longest moment in June's life.
"Aaaaiiiieeee, I'm cumming. I… I… I'm cummmmiiinnggg!"
A barbaric wail broke from her throat and she was gone… tumbled head over heels in the turbulent sea of her orgasm, buffeted violently this way and that by the deep convulsive currents of rapture that flooded her body and mind.
"Ooooohhhhhhh, so… wonder… ful!" Seconds later she gasped in gratitude as she heard Nina's agonized groan above her and felt her friend's orgasm explode against her face. Nina's pelvis began a wild grinding down against her mouth and abruptly there came a heated flood of cum which she hungrily swallowed, continuing to lick and lave the other woman's wetly convulsing cunt just as Nina was doing to her until the last spasmodic little twitch dwindled into luxurious post-climactic calm. They lay there limp and satisfied, their faces cradled between each other's sheltering thighs, feeling a sweet lassitude of satisfaction…
"What the hell's going on in there!" Axel Borman's angry voice bawled at them through the locked door. He rattled the knob furiously and began to thump loudly on the upper panel. "Open up! Open up, Goddamnit!" he bellowed.
Nina and June jackknifed to sitting positions, clutching each other in terror. "Shhhhh," Nina whispered. "Maybe he'll go away. But for Godsake if he breaks in, don't resist him. I'll try to keep him away from you, June honey, just don't leave me alone with him when he's like this…"