“I love my Phil, and he’s got that big beautiful dick,” she giggled, “I seem to just, I don’t know, click with Kyle! We seem to bring something out in each other!”
Tracy took Susan’s glass from her, smiling at the stunned woman. Reaching up, she ran the back of her fingers across her cheek. Susan closed her eyes, sighing softly.
“You came over here to get fucked, didn’t you Susan? Don’t deny it, I saw it as soon as I saw you scoping out Lois at the door.”
“B… but I thought… ” Lois sputtered.
“It’s all just an act. She’s been playing some kind of game, or role, all this time.” she said to Lois. She looked back at Susan, cupping her fingers under her chin and drawing her closer. “I don’t believe you wanted to live like that all that time. Maybe you’ve been punishing yourself for something? Something in your past?”
Susan nodded. Her face was less then an inch from Tracy’s. She licked her lips as she stared unflinchingly into her eyes.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me, Susan? Or are you waiting for me to kiss you?” Tracy asked softly. “That’s it isn’t it? You need me to initiate it, or you need permission. Ask me, Susan. Ask me to kiss you.”
“Please!” Susan gasped, then sighed happily as Tracy lips pressed to hers. Opening her mouth, she slithered her tongue into Tracy’s mouth, kissing her hungrily. The kiss only lasted a moment, then Susan pulled away.
“Thank you,” she said, looking at Tracy, then glancing at Lois. She picked up her glass and took a sip, then another, and sat it back on the table.
“But, why all the pretense and show?” Lois asked. “I’m sorry for being slow, but I don’t understand.”
Susan nodded. “I can see how you’d be confused. And I’ll tell you all about it later.” She looked at back and forth between them. “I will tell you, I made a promise to the boy’s father, just before he died. That was when the boys were still very young, not quite seven.”
“What was the promise, Susan?” Tracy asked. “Can you tell us?”
“That I would be chaste and pure until the boys were grown. And that I’d raise them to be good, honest men. I’ve fulfilled that promise. It was easier to do that with the mask of religion. Men rarely approach me like they used too.” She looked at Tracy with a pleading look in her eyes. “But now it’s time to live for me again. Oh please, it’s been so long since… ”
“Stand up Susan,” Tracy said.
Susan stood up quickly, turning to face Tracy, knowing what was coming.
“Lift your skirt. Slowly… take your time.” Tracy said, leaning back on the couch. “Wait. Lois, help me move the coffee table out. Let’s give Susan some room.”
They got up, and pulled the coffee table out several feet. Susan waited quietly, her hands folded in front of her.
Lois and Tracy got settled again, and Tracy nodded at Susan. “Continue, Susan. Lift up your skirt.”
Susan took two steps back, then grasped the material of her skirt in her fingers, and started pulling it up slowly, showing her dimpled knees, then a smooth expanse of white skin as her thighs came into view. She gathered the material in her hands as the hem of her skirt crept higher and higher.
Tracy leaned over and whispered in Lois’s ear, her eyes never leaving Susan as she drew her skirt up over her legs. Lois gave Tracy a questioning look, but Tracy didn’t see it. Her attention was riveted on Susan.
“You asked what I thought of your boys, Susan.” Lois said as she watch her raise her skirt. “They were both cherry when I fucked them. They got drunk pretty fast, so I pretended to spill my drink on myself, and went and changed into my slutty librarian outfit. It was easy after that. I made them eat my pussy, then I sucked Tim’s cock while Tom ate me till I came. I fucked Tom first because he was handy, and sucked Tim off while I rode Tom’s cock.”
She paused, looking Susan in the eyes. “Do you want to hear more Susan? Or would you like to wait till after we make you cum?”
Susan gasped, and her breathing got heavier. She stared at Lois. “I… I’ll wait till… Oh god if you tell me more, I’ll cum before you even touch me!”
She looked down, and kept pulling up her skirt, the material gathering in her fingers almost filled them. Her skirt was just below her pussy now, and she paused, waiting.
Tracy and Lois both leaned forward, looks of eager expectation on their faces.
“They’ve both got nice big dicks, ten inchers at least.” Lois continued. “Tom took to pussy like a duck out of water, but you really did a job on Tim. I had to push him every step of the way. He enjoyed himself once I got him drunk enough, but you’ve got your work cut out with him.”
Susan drew her skirt up, tantalizingly slow, a millimeter at a time. She knew she had her audience enthralled. The bottom of her pussy came into view, and both women gasped when they saw that she wasn’t wearing panties.
“You were right,” Lois said softly. “She came over here ready to get fucked.” she looked up at Susan. “What made you think I’d fuck you, Susan? I’d never done it with a woman till recently.”
“I would have made you want me, Lois” she said confidently, pulling her skirt higher.
Her pussy mound was neatly trimmed, much to Tracy’s surprise and delight, she’d been expecting a jungle of pussy hair. The hair on top was shaped into a neat vee, and the hairs fringing her pussylips were cropped very close. It was an absolutely beautiful pussy.
Tracy stood up, and stepped behind Susan. “Lois, help Susan with her blouse. I’ll help her with her skirt.”
Susan held her skirt up around her hips as Tracy stood behind her. She didn’t move when Tracy opened the snap, and pulled the zipper down, then pushed it down over her hips. Her skirt fell to the floor, and Susan lifted one foot out of it, then lifted her other foot, and kicked it off to the side. She didn’t move out of her position standing in front of the two other women.
“Are you naturally submissive, Susan?” Tracy asked her quietly.
Susan looked over her shoulder at her and grinned. “Oh god, no! I’m just out of practice. And to be honest, I’m enjoying you bossing me around. You should check you know. Just to make sure I’m not lying.”
Lois had opened all the buttons on Susan’s blouse and her breath caught in her throat as she pushed it open. “Oh my god!” she said softly. “Why are you hiding these beautiful titties in this awful harness, Susan?”
She stepped behind her, pulled her blouse off her shoulders and down her arms, revealing Susan’s heavy, uncomfortable looking bra. She opened the hooks on her bra, pushing the straps off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Coming back around in front of her, she lifted Susan’s huge tits in her hands, bouncing them up and down, as if weighing them.
“How big are these puppies?” she giggled, looking up at Susan’s face. “Tracy, come look at these things. I mean, they’re fucking amazing!”
Tracy came around, her eyes going wide as she took in the bountiful breast meat adorning Susan’s chest. She looked the other woman up and down, whistling softly as she admired her body. She had broad shoulders, and her huge tits hung well on her chest. Her tummy was gently rounded, her hips full and lush. Supporting her upper body, her thighs were full, and well rounded, tapering down into muscular calves. She had an even layer of body fat covering her that flattered her, and went naturally with her height.
Whipping her shirt over her head, Tracy popped the front clasp on her bra freeing her own full, round tits. Her hands moved under the other woman’s huge tits, lifting them, and rubbing the nipples against her own as she leaned forward into her.
“How big are they, Susan?” she asked, looking her in the eyes. “Thirty-eight’s? And at least a DD-cup?”
“Thirty-six F’s. I don’t look that broad do I? Damn, I thought I was keeping my weight down!”
Tracy looked at Lois, a shit eating grin on her face. “You better be careful, sweetie! You turn Phil loose on her with a bottle of oil, and we won’t see him for weeks!” she laughed.