She was in a particularly horny mood and had wanted to spend the whole day fucking and sucking. She grinned ruefully, thinking that it was her own fault – if she hadn't emptied his cock and balls so thoroughly, Robert might have felt the same way. She struck a provocative pose, hoping he might get the idea and change his mind, but he didn't notice.
He kissed her good-bye and went out to the car.
Damn, she thought.
Catherine hated to spend the day alone. She didn't know that Joanne was still in the house, merrily stuffing her fingers up her cunt. She wondered if she should go into town and do some shopping.
She toyed with the idea, of going to a cocktail lounge and letting some man pick her up and take her to a motel.
It seemed a sordid idea.
But exciting, too.
Then the doorbell rang.
Catherine went to answer it, wondering if it might be someone fuckable – a door-to-door salesman, perhaps.
Upstairs, hearing the bell, Joanne stopped playing with her pussy and went to the window, wondering if it might be Johnny Watson.
Catherine and Joanne were both disappointed.
But not, as it turned out, for long…
Marion Honeycut was at the door.
Marion was a thirty-year-old divorcee who lived in the house next door. She and Catherine were friendly, although they had never become good friends.
Marion was a small, pretty woman with short, dark, curly hair and big, brown eyes. She had a neat, trim body with round tits and a pert, thrusting ass. She was wearing shorts and a halter today. She had a nice suntan. Living on the alimony her ex-husband was forced to pay her, she had plenty of time to sunbathe.
"Hi," she said, when Catherine opened the door.
"Oh, hello!"
"I saw your husband go out with his golf clubs," Marion said. "I thought that maybe, if you weren't busy, we might have a chat. I get bored, living all alone."
"Why, sure. Come on in, Marion. I was feeling rather bored, myself," said Catherine. "I'm glad you dropped by."
They went into the front room. Catherine brought the coffee pot in from the kitchen. Marion was sitting with her legs crossed and Catherine noticed that her shorts were very short, indeed. She poured the coffee and sat opposite the divorcee.
"What a lovely tan you have," Catherine said.
Marion smiled wistfully…
"I have nothing to do but lie in the sun," she said. "Oh, I'm not complaining. It's better than having to go to work. But still, it does get tiresome." She sipped her coffee, gazing impishly at Catherine over the rim of the cup.
"I'd much rather be lying under a man than under the fucking sun."
Catherine blinked in surprise.
Then she laughed.
She had never realized that Marion was such a direct and uninhibited sort of girl. But it suited Catherine, who, was direct and uninhibited, herself. Catherine hated stilted conversation, and she always enjoyed a bit of naughty talk or gossip.
"Ummm – that must be why I'm so pale," Catherine said.
"Well, you're lucky – you have a husband."
"You must have plenty of male friends, don't you?"
"Oh, sure," Marion said. "I get asked out a lot and all – but it isn't the same as living with a guy. Most of the men I go out with are married, actually. So even if they take me to bed, they have to get up and go home afterwards. It's so much nicer to wake up with a man in bed with you, isn't it? Just in case you feel a little randy…"
Catherine laughed again.
"I couldn't agree more," she said. "I'm always horny in the mornings. But then, I'm always horny at night, too."
Catherine thought for a moment.
"In fact, I'm horny right now," she said.
Both women giggled girlishly at that admission.
And upstairs, looking down from the landing, Joanne held her breath.
Joanne had been disappointed when she realized it was only the next door neighbor, come to call, but now she realized that she was going to listen in on some naughty, grown-up conversation. True, they were both women, so it would be merely talk – Joanne thought – but it might be exciting talk. She wanted to hear it.
"I was really annoyed when Robert went out, today," Catherine said. "We'd had a lovely fuck earlier, and I wanted to spend the day in bed. But that's just like a man – once their balls are emptied, they want to run off and play fucking golf."
"Well, at least you got fucked once. I had to give myself a hand-job this morning," Marion said.
She squirmed around a little, as if her pussy was recalling that pleasant occurrence.
"I have a vibrator shaped like a prick," Marion went on. "But it seemed so much bother to get out of bed and fetch it that I just used my hand. I'm almost as lazy as I am randy."
"I gave myself a hand-job in the middle of the night, actually," Catherine said. She had decided that she was going to hold her own in this sharing of confidences. It was strangely intriguing. She wondered why it should be exciting to talk dirty, with another woman.
Marion raised her eyebrows.
"Oh? Why on earth would you do that? I mean, why didn't you wake your husband up?"
Catherine grinned wickedly.
"I was sucking his cock," she said.
"Oh! How deliciously naughty!"
"He was asleep and I wanted to see if I could suck him off without waking him up."
"Did you succeed?"
"Oh, yes. He had a wet dream."
"It's fun, sucking cock, isn't it?" Marion said.
"Ummm. Tasty, too."
"Do you swallow the cum?"
"Oh sure, that's the best plan!"
"I think so, too. A girl has such a feeling of… power? Accomplishment? Whatever such a wonderful feeling when she feels a guy's prick swell up and knows she's brought him to the peak, and then all of a sudden her mouth is full of jism – ummmm!"
Upstairs, Joanne was thrilled at this talk. Her mother was a cock-sucker! She had milked that big, beautiful prick of Daddy's! It was stimulating. Joanne began to play with her pussy again, sitting cross-legged on the landing and listening attentively, hoping to hear more.
"I suppose men feel the same way when they suck a cunt," Catherine was saying. "They seem to enjoy it, anyhow."
"Thank heavens for that!" Marion exclaimed.
Catherine smiled at Marion's enthusiasm. "Does your husband suck you off lots?"
"Um-hum. Not enough, but a lot." Marion gave Catherine a speculative look.
"Not enough?" she asked.
"A girl can never get enough cunt-sucking, can she?" Catherine said.
"That's true," said Marion.
She lowered her eyes. She looked up, her expression quizzical, then looked down again. She seemed to be blushing, although it was hard to tell, with her deep suntan.
"My husband used to eat my pussy every day. It was lovely. That's the only thing I miss about the bastard – his tongue. He really knew how to eat cunt. Most of the guys I date either don't suck pussy, or they don't know how to do it very well. I haven't had any head for weeks now – and I sure wish someone would suck me off."
The two women looked at each other. There was a certain tension in the air.
Catherine said, "I could use some tongue, myself."
Marion started to say something, then hesitated.
"What were you going to say?" Catherine prompted her.
Catherine's gaze was challenging.
"I thought – well – I don't know if you…"
"Yes?" Catherine urged.
"We could suck each other off," Marion blurted out.
Catherine said nothing. She gazed at Marion and her lips turned up in a hint of a smile.
Marion was truly blushing now. She was also flushed with excitement. She fluttered her eyes and looked at Catherine through the long, dark lashes. Catherine returned her gaze boldly.
"I'm not a lesbian or anything," Marion said.
"I know that."
"I just thought – well, we both want our cunt sucked and – and I wouldn't mind doing it, if you will, too."