Amanda's tongue shot out, lapping at the air. Claire lowered her crotch. Amanda opened her mouth wide, like a baby bird waiting to be fed, her tongue flashing.
Claire's cunt settled over her upturned, eager face. Amanda, who had been licking and sucking in expectation even before they made contact, continued to lick and suck in a frenzy of lust, now that she had a juicy, steaming hot box on which to work. Her tongue flared up Claire's hole and her Lips pursed on those soaking cunt lips, sucking hungrily.
Claire had never stopped sucking. Her ass rippled and she began to work at both ends as, locked together in the position of inverted love, like some mystical, two headed-and two tailed-beast, they shared the joy of sixty nining They both started to come and, sharing the thrill, it was as if they were also sharing the same hot cunt juice, gobbling it up by the tongueful at one end and letting it run out in a steaming, creamy flood at the other-a contained alternating current coursing back and forth in a circuit through their linked and loving bodies.
Beside them, on the bed, the neglected dildo buzzed and hummed with rage at being abandoned.
CHAPTER SIX
Jonathon, still holding Dolly by the hand-not at all the way a master normally behaves with a maid-led the girl into the library. It was a big room with a fireplace. The fireplace was functioning, flames dancing and throwing shadows at the high bookshelves. He led her to a leather couch and she sat down. After a moment, he sat beside her.
"You must be shocked," he said.
"Well… yes… but you must be, too."
"No… I've long suspected."
"You poor man."
"I wouldn't mind what my wife did, if only she would be kind to me," he said. "But the truth is that she prefers women almost entirely, now." He lowered his head and sighed. His hand stroked Dolly's lush thigh.
She didn't mind; she knew he was only looking for sympathy and understanding.
"In fact, I haven't even slept with her in over a year now," he said, his jaws tightening.
"Why, that's wicked of her!"
"Yes. I get very frustrated. Yet, what can I do? I'm not the sort of man to take a mistress or patronize a prostitute. I've always been faithful to Claire; it's a problem."
Dolly thought about that-as, perhaps, Wintergreen had intended her to do. His hand moved up her thigh, back down, up a bit higher.
Dolly said, "It seems to me that your problem is exactly the same as your father's."
He looked at her, blinking.
"Well, not exactly the sane… I mean, you aren't paralyzed, as he is, poor man.
Wintergreen senior was, at this very moment, doing a little jig, happy to see that his massive pecker was starting to get hard again. But that was unknown to Dolly.
"But the problem is the same… voiding your semen… except that he can't do it because of his affliction and you can't do it because of your wife's horrid preferences."
"I never thought of it like that."
"I suppose you could jerk off.."
"Oh, I would find that distasteful."
Yes, she saw, that was hardly the sort of thing a wealthy aristocrat would do. But the man must be in agony if he had not come in a whole year! And, to his credit, he was being tormented because of his own principles, because he refused to take a mistress or seduce someone other than his wife or pay a visit to a whore. It didn't seem at all fair.
Dolly said, "So if the problem is the same, why not seek the same solution?"
"You mean…"
"Hire a nurse. Or… " she lowered her eyes modestly "… or a maid to take care of your needs. That wouldn't be at all the same as seducing a girl or paying a whore, it would just be a sort of necessary health exercise."
"Why, yes," he said. "But not being paralyzed, I wouldn't be satisfied with a handjob or… "he shot her a quick look"… or a blow job. I'd need a fuck."
"Oh, but it wouldn't be really fucking," Dolly explained. "You wouldn't be actually screwing this girl… just using her pussy to come into."
Jonathon snapped his fingers.
"Why, I never thought of that!"
"So all you have to do is find the right girl.."
"I say! I don't suppose you.."
"Gee, I'd be glad to… except I'm a virgin."
"But that wouldn't matter, since it wouldn't be really fucking, you see. You would just be lending me your cunt as a sort of a cum bucket…not the same thing at all."
Dolly considered that. She could see there was a great deal of truth to it, and she felt very sorry for the poor, deprived master. Surely it could do no harm to let him borrow her cunt for a few minutes. As long as she was very careful not to get sexually aroused, of course.
"You're sure I'd still be a virgin after you put your cock up me… and come in me and all?"
"Without a doubt," he assured her. "It isn't the cock or the cum; it's the intention that counts."
"In that case, I'd be honored to assist you, sir."
His hand, which was already resting high on her lush thigh, slipped up to her crotch. He began to massage her cunt through the sodden French silk panties, tracing along her unfurled cunt lips and rubbing her clit. Her nipples shot out, stiffening, and she began to gasp.
She knew she shouldn't be experiencing such a sensual emotion but she couldn't help herself. It was just as it had been when she had the older Wintergreen's dick in her mouth-while doing a gentleman a favor, she was inspired to passion-but it was merely a side effect. And it felt so good.
For a man who had not dipped his wick in over a year, Wintergreen seemed to no great rush to stuff his cock up her cunt. Dolly admired his self-restraint. Considerate man that he was, he was obviously working her cunt up so that it would be juicy and lubricated and he would not hurt her when he slipped the prong to her.
His hand slid inside the black panties and worked lovingly an her naked pussy, stroking and dipping, fingering and rubbing, strumming her vibrant love bead and tracing her cunt lips. He was much more expert at playing with a pussy than Duke was, she thought-with a twinge of guilt at being disloyal to her boyfriend. She thought she had better not mention to Duke that she'd lent her cunt to Wintergreen; the lantern jawed lover was not overly intelligent and might not see that it wasn't the same as fucking.
When he tugged her panties down, Dolly hiked her ass up so he could draw them over her hips. With her loins unwrapped now, he didn't return to her cunt immediately; instead he opened the lace blouse and began to play with her tits, massaging and kneading the tit mounds and pressing them together and up, so that the stiff nipples rose like little pink nuggets. He pulled and rubbed at them, and they grew larger and harder. Returning to her cunt, he began to finger the juicy slot and tantalize the taut clit.
It occurred to Dolly that Wintergreen had made no attempt to kiss her on the mouth, although he had kissed her nipples, and that fact reaffirmed her conviction that he was being honorable with her-if they had kissed it would have been as if they were making love-by leaving that oscillatory caress out of the foreplay. He was not seducing her, but merely borrowing her hole as a receptacle for his long pent up spunk.
And it was a more than willing receptacle, too; the labia unfurled like the blossom of a fleshy pink flower and the slot flooded with cunt juice. She opened her legs wider, granting his hands full access to her loins, and her whole body was tingling with pleasure and expectation. She was going to find out what it felt like to have a fat dick stuffed up her hot hole and to feel a man's thick cum spurt into her cunt. She just knew that it was going to be a wonderful experience.
Even though they wouldn't be fucking in the proper sense-or so she insisted on believing it would probably feel just the same, since the physical linkage would be the same, and she knew that she was a lucky girl to get the sensation without the guilt.