"Are you still feeling dizzy?" Mary asked, softly stroking Cynthia's brow.
"Just a little," Cynthia admitted. "What happened to me?"
"You almost passed out," Mary explained. "Greg brought you into our bedroom."
Cynthia nodded her head. She could remember being seated at the kitchen table when suddenly she had started to feel sick to her stomach. Then she had felt dizzy and she had almost fallen out of her chair. Luckily Greg had noticed how pale she was and he had grabbed her before she hit the floor. He had immediately picked her up in his strong arms and he'd carried her to the bedroom. She'd felt safe snuggled against his bare chest. She had heard the loud beating of his heart.
"Here you are," Greg had said, putting her down on the bed.
Cynthia must have passed out then because she didn't remember anything after that. Mary had a sympathetic look on her face and Cynthia wondered how she had ever thought the woman was crude. In fact, Mary was a very pretty woman.
"How long have I been asleep?" Cynthia asked.
"About two hours," Mary answered.
"Oh my goodness," Cynthia said. "I guess I shouldn't have been drinking so much."
Cynthia remembered that she had drunk two more beers after Greg had finished with her. She usually didn't like the taste of beer but somehow today the beer was the best, tasting stuff she'd ever had. She couldn't put it down.
"You shouldn't have had those last two beers," Mary agreed with her, "I just don't think you're the drinking type."
"No," Cynthia said. "I feel like I've been run over by a truck."
"Well," Mary said. "I know how to make you feel a lot better. A good hot shower will do wonders for you. It always helps me when I'm feeling a little hung over."
Cynthia nodded her head and agreed that a shower certainly would feel good. The thought of hot water already made her feel somewhat relaxed.
After the fucking in the pool and then sucking Greg, it seemed like every muscle in her body ached. Cynthia wasn't used to that kind of exercise.
Cynthia wondered where Greg was. He was nowhere in the room. She raised her head and looked around. Immediately she felt a stabbing pain in her head. She moaned and let her head fall back again. She wasn't sure she was ever going to be able to take a breath again without it hurting. Greg had really put her thought it. Yet, she wasn't resentful. She didn't carry anything but need in her body for Greg. He had made her tired but it was a well-fucked tired. Something she had never felt with her husband. Greg's roughness was the part that made her need him the most. He wasn't just some sweet and gentle lover. He was a conqueror who had taken her in a savage contest. Cynthia knew that the feeling she had was one that most women secretly desire but could never have. Perhaps because they weren't brave enough or they simply hadn't met a man who could give it to them.
"Come on, baby," Mary said. "Let me help you into the shower."
"Where's Greg?" Cynthia asked.
"He's around," Mary answered. "Don't worry about him right now."
This time Cynthia was able to raise herself up without that stabbing pain. She allowed Mary to help her into the shower. She didn't feel so alarmed about Mary any longer.
"Here we are," Mary said. "This is going to make you feel much, much better."
"Uh-huh," Cynthia agreed. "At least it will make me smell better."
"Ummm," Mary said. "Greg can get really rough sometimes. But it feels so good."
"Oh yes," Cynthia agreed, shivering.
Cynthia stood quietly while Mary turned on the water. Cynthia wondered what it had been about the dark haired woman that had frightened her so much. Mary seemed like a very nice person. There was no reason to feel uneasy. Just because Mary looked at her strangely was no reason not to be comfortable around her.
Perhaps her only reason had been that she was jealous of Mary's huge boobs. Even now Cynthia felt a pang of jealousy as she eyed those creamy tits encased in the brief bikini top. She'd always wanted breasts like that. Big breasted women had been what the boys had gone for. The girls with the big, pointy tits never lacked for dates. Even if they looked like dogs.
And Mary didn't look like a dog. She was a very attractive woman. Cynthia decided her resentment of big boobs had been the only thing that kept her from liking Mary. Now that Cynthia understood her feelings, she could cope with them. Now she and Mary could be friends.
"There!" Mary said, testing the water with her hand. "It's nice and hot. You get in there."
She didn't protest as Mary helped her into the shower. The hot water splashed into her face and against her titties. It was a nice feeling. She moaned in contentment as she let the water soak her body.
"Would you like me to soap you?" Mary asked.
"What?" Cynthia asked.
"Would you like me to put the soap on for you?" Mary repeated. "I do a fantastic job scrubbing backs."
"No thank you," Cynthia said, as she had that old flicker of alarm.
"Don't be silly," Mary said. "You don't look in very good shape. I'll put the soap on."
Mary had pulled the shower curtain but Cynthia could see Mary's outline through the thin sheet. She watched the woman taking off her top. Cynthia's heart began to pound. Her head already had started to clear and Cynthia was remembering some of the things that had bothered her about Mary. Just that look in the woman's eyes, for example. It was a strange look. Like a man's eyes looking at her body and making her feel almost the same way a man would make her feel. And Cynthia remembered other things. There had been the way she looked at the kitchen table, all flushed and aroused – and she hadn't been looking at her husband. All the time she had been looking at Cynthia.
Cynthia wondered if it could be possible that Mary was perverted. Perhaps she was one of those women who liked to do things to other women. Sick things. Cynthia felt her heart begin pounding faster. She'd heard stories about women like that but she'd never actually met one.
But she couldn't move as she watched the outline of Mary pulling her bottoms down her shapely legs. Then Mary pulled back the shower curtain and she was standing there naked. Cynthia felt her breath catch in her throat as she looked at the beautiful woman. Mary looked exactly as she'd always dreamed of looking in her fantasies. Like a movie star. Big tits, flat belly, and the darkest bush Cynthia had ever seen.
Cynthia remembered a book her husband had once brought home and thought he'd hidden from her. She'd found it in one of his desk drawers when she'd been cleaning up. It was, an obscene book with plenty of naked women. Strangely enough, Cynthia hadn't been turned off by it. She couldn't put it down. She'd looked through the book twice before her trembling hands had put it back. Then she went to the bathroom and masturbated, something she hadn't done since she'd been a girl.
One of those women in the book looked exactly like Mary Patterson.
"Don't be nervous, honey," Mary said. "I'm just going to scrub your back."
Cynthia was as nervous as she'd ever been. Mary stood close behind her. She felt Mary's big, pointy tits pressing against her. She wanted to run, or to scream.
"Just going to scrub your back," Mary said.
Mary took the soap. Cynthia watched Mary as she put the soap on a rag. Mary started running the rag over Cynthia's back. Cynthia shivered as Mary touched her gently. Now Cynthia's head was completely clear. She was no longer thinking of Mary as a friend. She was wondering what Mary was going to do, and if she would be able to resist. Sure, she had allowed Mary's husband to do all those strange things to her – but it was different from a woman's doing those, things.
"What's the matter, honey?" Mary asked. "You feel so tense."
"Nothing," Cynthia answered.
"Are you worried about me being in the shower with you?" Mary asked.
"Yes," Cynthia admitted.
Mary gently turned Cynthia around. Her soapy washrag felt good on Cynthia's shoulders and down to the swell of her firm tits. But Cynthia wasn't going to fool herself by thinking how good it felt. She wasn't going to let this woman get away with what she was trying to do. It was just too sick.
"You're worried about me," Mary said gently, "but I'm a woman."
"I know that," Cynthia said. "It's just that… that sometimes you look at me like a man would."
"And you don't like that?"
"It makes me feel strange," Cynthia said.
"Why are you worried? Do you think that I could do anything to you?"
"I don't know," Cynthia said. "I know that sometimes girls do things together. There were two girls who went to school with me. Everyone talked about them."
Mary was softly stroking Cynthia's tits with the rag. Cynthia felt her breath getting a little short. She didn't want to like this woman's hands touching her, but there was something gentle about Mary. Mary touched her differently from a man, but it was with the same hunger.
"What did those two girls do together?" Mary asked.
"I don't know," Cynthia said.
"Would you like to find out?" Mary asked.
So this was it. This was what she had been leading to all along. Cynthia was frightened. She wasn't that kind of woman and yet her nipples responded to Mary's touch. Cynthia could feel the water running over them as they grew turgid. Suddenly Mary dropped the washrag. It was just her bare fingers that began to soap Cynthia's tits. Cynthia felt her boobies swelling up so sensitively. Cynthia didn't want to feel like this. But why didn't she run away then? She could get out of the house and away from Mary. Mary couldn't make her do things as her husband had. So why didn't she run away?
"Would you like to find out?" Mary asked again.
"Oh God yes," Cynthia moaned.
At that moment Cynthia realized she had only been waiting for Mary to make her move. In fact, she had been looking for it. She couldn't have gone after Mary, but she did have the hots for the dark haired woman. Mostly it was curiosity. She had no idea what two women could do together.
"Let's get out of here," Mary said.
Mary reached up and turned off the water. Doing so made her body press even closer against Cynthia. Cynthia couldn't resist the impulse to respond by pressing back. She heard Mary groan and her hands swept down Cynthia's soft back to her full, soft ass. For the first time another woman's hands touched Cynthia's ass. Another woman's pussy rubbed softly against hers. Cynthia cried out.
"Jesus, let's get dried off," Mary said.
They got out and dried each other off. Cynthia had to resist grabbing at Mary. Instead she used her towel very lightly. It was only when she put the towel between Mary's creamy thighs that she felt her own pussy start dripping wetly. Quickly she pulled the towel back.
"What's the matter, honey?" Mary asked. "Are you getting a little hot?"
"Yes," Cynthia admitted.
"Well I'm going to take care of that, sugar," Mary said.
Cynthia was surprised to see Greg lying on the bed when they came out of the bathroom. His massive cock hung half limp between his legs. God, Cynthia had never dreamed that there could be such a man. He was a man who was ready to fuck at any time. Cynthia wondered if his prick ever got completely soft.
"Well?" Greg asked. "What's been going on between you two?"
"Cynthia's getting a little warm," Mary said. "I thought I'd take care of her."
"It didn't take you long," Greg said.
"It never does," Mary answered.
Cynthia realized that Mary and her husband had been in this situation before. She no longer felt the shyness that she'd belt when she'd seen Greg on the bed. Evidently she and Mary were going to put on a little show for Mary's husband. Cynthia felt her pussy growing hotter. There was something really depraved about the entire thing, something that made her so damned hot.
"Come to bed, little one," Mary said.
The two women stretched out on the bed and she felt Mary's warm lips on her own. She was cold at first. It was different than kissing a man. She'd never experienced the tingling feelings that went through her. A different kind of tingling than when a man kissed her.
"You're so sweet," Mary said, as her tongue stabbed deep into Cynthia's throat.
They kept tongue kissing as Mary drew closer. Her hands touched gently at Cynthia's tits. Cynthia arched her back as she pressed more of her soft flesh into Mary's fingers. She liked it. God, she loved it. Her nipples were hard little buds and her body was screaming from excitement.
"Oh, kiss them, Mary," she moaned.
Mary was more than willing. The dark haired woman dropped her face to Cynthia's tits. Cynthia felt her sweet sucking lips on her nipple. Slowly her flesh was sucked into Mary's hot, liquid mouth. Cynthia screamed. She hadn't thought a woman sucking her tits could feel so nice.
"You're getting her hot as hell," Greg said, and Cynthia felt his body pressed against hers from behind. She felt his cock in the crack of her ass. He still wasn't completely hard, but even half hard his prick was bigger than most men's. She began to rub her ass against his prick as she felt her cunt growing wetter. Mary was moving her liquid lips from one of Cynthia's tits to the other. Cynthia had never felt so Goddamned hot. She couldn't resist the impulse to raise her hands to Mary's huge tits.
"Ummmmm," Mary moaned.
So this was what Mary's big tits felt like. Cynthia ran her fingers over the creamy mounds and felt the nipples grow as hard as her own. Greg was kissing the back of her neck and pushing his cock at her ass. She could feel it getting hard.
"Oh Greg," she whispered.
She reached behind her back and took his steaming prick in her fingers. This time his cock felt even bigger than before and it wasn't quite hard yet. She remembered how it had felt in her cunt and in her mouth. She remembered the taste of his thick, hot jism.
"You want my cock, cunt?" he asked.
"Oh yes," Cynthia moaned.
"First let my wife get a taste of your sweet pussy," he said. "Then you can have my cock."
She was afraid again as Mary pushed her over on her back. But it was a delicious kind of fright and she didn't want it to stop. Mary's wet tongue trailed down her belly and she felt it probing her navel. It felt good. Cynthia rubbed her thighs together as she felt her dripping juice wetting her pussy hairs.
"Now let's see what this tastes like," Mary said. "I've wanted to taste this for a long time."
"Oh Jesus," Cynthia sobbed, as Mary's head went between her thighs.
Cynthia nearly went out of her mind as she felt Mary's tongue touching her tangled muff. Mary's tongue gently parted the petals of Cynthia's pussy and slipped inside. It was so nice. She sighed as she felt that sweet tongue, licking the juices in her pussy.
"Oh Christ," Cynthia cried.
"Do you like that?" Greg asked. "Do you like having my wife eat you?"
"Oh Christ, yes," Cynthia cried.
She felt Greg's hands touching her tits. He ran his fingers over her aroused nipples. Cynthia pushed her ass up off the bed as Mary's tongue touched an extremely tender spot. Then it was even worse, for Mary's tongue was rubbing Cynthia's clit. Cynthia felt more juices going into Mary's hot, sucking mouth.
"Oh, I love it, Mary," Cynthia cried. "Oh, I love your tongue."
Mary had gotten her so hot and now it was Greg's turn. Greg pushed his wife off Cynthia and his big strong body covered hers. His mouth pressed against hers and she tasted his tongue probing hers.
"God," Mary gasped. "Let me have another taste."
"Don't be a hog," Greg said.
Mary laughed as her lips touched Cynthia's face. She felt Mary kissing her neck and shoulders and trying to help herself to Cynthia's tits. Only her husband was in the way – mashing them flat. Cynthia wondered what Mary was up to as the dark haired woman slipped her hand between their bodies. Then she felt Mary's fingers rubbing her cunt.
"You like that?" Mary asked.
"Oh yes," she cried.
Mary's fingers took Greg's cock and she pulled it to Cynthia's snatch. There was something deliciously obscene about having a man's wife beside her on the bed and having her put the cock in her pussy. Cynthia had never believed anything like this could happen to her. What would her husband think? What would Alan think if he could see her now?
"Ohhhhh," Cynthia cried as she felt Greg's blood-bloated knob about to enter her pussy hole. "I'm so hot down there. I'm so fucking hot."
"Greg's going to take care of that, baby," Mary told her.
Getting there was half the fun, for Greg took it very slowly. He slipped his prick into her cunt gently until the big thing was resting inside her. He didn't move. His big cock felt so good just resting in her cunt. It was Cynthia who lost control first. She began to move her ass back and forth.
"Oh fuck me," she said. "Go ahead and fuck me. I need it so bad."
He thrust that big pecker in and out of her cunt while Mary's tender fingers massaged them both. Cynthia couldn't think of anything that could be so exciting. She began to hump back violently to meet the thrusting of Greg's big prick.
"She really gets hot," Greg said.
"She's a hot little bitch," Mary agreed.
"Yes," Cynthia cried. "I'm a hot bitch. I'm a hot little bitch. And I want your cum."
"You're going to get it, baby," he said.
He thrust faster and harder and she felt his prick-head filling her cunt a little, more with each thrust. He was swelling and Cynthia knew he wasn't going to last.
"Oh, you big bastard," she cried. "Oh, you big hot bastard!"
"My cum, bitch," he groaned. "My cum! Here's my cummmmm!"
His big body shuddered as he shot his wad into her hot cunt. He nearly crushed her into the bed with his excitement. He gave her two more powerful thrusts before all of his jism shot into her. She lifted her legs and locked them around his back to keep him in her for a few minutes longer. But this time his prick did go limp. She felt the last of his leaking jism and then his cock was slipping out of her. No amount of moving her ass could get him hard again.
"Oh don't stop fucking me," she gasped.
"I think she's still hot," Mary said.
"Why don't you do something for her, then?" Greg told her.
"Ummmm," Mary said. "I think I will."
Greg pulled himself off of Cynthia and stretched out by her side. The day's fucking had finally gotten to him. He looked exhausted. She closed her thighs together and felt the sticky touch of his cum.
"What are you going to do?" Cynthia asked.
"I'm going to eat you some more, baby," Mary said softly.
Mary's face went back between Cynthia's thighs. This time Mary began to lick up the cum juice that her husband had shot into Cynthia's cunt. Cynthia moaned. Mary pressed her face in closer. Her tongue began to flicker around Cynthia's tiny clit as she had been doing before.
"Oh my God," Cynthia moaned.
Her tongue began to thrust into Cynthia's cunt a little faster. Cynthia's ass began to jerk off the bed as her body was hit by small spasms. The delicious joy spasms got a little worse and then she felt as if her body was exploding.
"You're making me come," Cynthia cried. "Oh God, you're making me come. You're making me comeeeeeeeeee!"
Mary didn't take her mouth away from Cynthia's wet, quivering twat as Cynthia came. Cynthia knew she had to be choking Mary with her juices. Her husband had always accused her of being very wet and slippery. She couldn't help it. She had a lot of tangy juice. Mary didn't seem to mind. She was sucking and swallowing as if she loved Cynthia's juice more than anything else in the world.
"Oh gosh," Cynthia groaned. "Oh God!"
Mary finally took her mouth away from Cynthia's wet twat. Cynthia was still shuddering as Mary stretched out beside her. Mary absently stroked her soft nipple.
"You liked that, didn't you?" Mary asked her.
"Yes," Cynthia admitted.
"I'm hot too," Mary said. "Are you going to do something for me?"
"What could I do?" Cynthia said.
"You can return the favor," Mary said. "You're not stupid. You know what I mean."
"I couldn't," Cynthia said.
"Ahhh baby," Mary said sweetly. "You know you want to. You've wanted to suck my tits since you first looked at them. Now don't be shy."
Mary put her hand on the back of Cynthia's head and Cynthia allowed herself to be pulled down to Mary's creamy tits. She tenderly touched her tongue to one of Mary's big nipples. At the first taste of Mary's flesh, Cynthia knew that she had wanted to touch her lips to Mary's tits for a long time. Perhaps she'd always had that desire to suck on another woman? Perhaps that was why she had always been so cool with others of her sex and found it so hard to make friends.
"Ahhh yes," Mary moaned.
Cynthia sucked more of Mary's sweet tit into her mouth. She began to run her tongue over the big nipples and to nip at them with her teeth. She could feel that Mary was really starting to get excited.
"Suck my pussy now," Mary said, pushing hard at the top of Cynthia's head.
"I don't know if I can do a good job," Cynthia protested.
"Go ahead, baby," Mary said. "You'll do a good job. I know it."
Cynthia's tongue trailed down to the top of Mary's dark patch. Cynthia had second thoughts. This was something she'd always been taught was wrong. Of course, she had been doing a lot of things that were wrong that afternoon. And she had enjoyed all of them.
She knew she was going to enjoy eating Mary's pussy.
She got up enough courage to press her face between Mary's soft thighs.
"Oh yes, baby," Mary moaned.
Mary's pussy tasted tangy. Cynthia pressed her face closer.
"I wish I could make it last," Mary cried. "I can't. I'M so hot! I'm so hot. I'm so hottttt!"
Mary's body began to shiver in orgasm and Cynthia licked faster. Cynthia felt good at being able to make a woman come. She no longer felt guilty. She kept sucking until Mary's body quit trembling.
"Oh God," Mary said softly.
"Did I do good?" Cynthia asked.
"Oh yes, baby," Mary moaned. "You did good. You did very, very good!"