"Am I?" Claire asked, smiling openly.
"What happened then?"
"She kissed me, and I mean really kissed me. And while she was kissing me, I felt her hand gently squeeze my tit and then tickle the nipple. That was really something. I mean, I could have screamed it felt so good. She kept it up, rubbing that boob on all sides and always ending up with tickling the nipple. Then she did it with the other one. She really knew how to make love."
"Didn't you think it was wrong?"
"I didn't even think of anything but her. She was kissing and tonguing my tits, sucking on them and licking, driving me insane. I was so excited that I couldn't even enjoy just letting her do that. I needed to do something!"
"What do you mean?"
"I had to touch her, feel her body, kiss it and fondle it. I squeezed her tits and kissed them. It made her squirm all over. And while I did it, I felt her hand coming up between my legs. So I spread them to let her do whatever she wanted to do. She played with my clit while I sucked her tits. Pretty soon I was tickling her clit, too, and we were both in ecstasy."
"I started getting hotter than ever when she started kissing me on the stomach while she pushed her finger into my cunt. She wiggled it around and then played with my clit some more. In and out of my cunt she went. She kept smearing the juice all over my cunt and along my slit and especially on my clit. Then she started eating me out!"
"I could feel her tongue moving up and down my slit and then pressing right on my clit."
Claire stopped talking and refilled her own drink.
"Well, shit," Daphne cried, "don't stop there! Did you suck her, too?"
"Sure, we both came like crazy. God, I'd like to have a lover like that again." Claire tipped her glass high and drank deeply.
Daphne looked wistfully through the glass doors into the den of the house next door. Her husband was still passed out and sprawled across the sofa. "Yeah," she sighed, "so would I."
"Would you?" Claire said.
Their eyes met, and spoke, "Yes, I would… right now."
"Then, come around the bar," Claire said. "That's it. Now reach up under my beach skirt and pull down my bikini bottom."
"Then?" Daphne said, doing exactly as Claire asked, seeing the other woman now as Claire had seen her. Claire was a redhead, and her green eyes matched the fire in her hair.
She was a big girl, too heavy by some standards, voluptuous by others, with large, full tits, a domed belly, wide, flaring hips, heavy but very long thighs and legs and an opulent ass. When Daphne had the bottom of Claire's suit all the way off, the redhead jumped back up on the bar stool. She hiked her skirt up and spread her legs until the auburn fur of her pussy gleamed invitingly in the blonde's eyes.
"Just talking about eating pussy has made me hot," Claire said. "I want you to eat me, Daph. I want you to dip your tongue into my pussy and really gobble me up. I want to come on your tongue."
Daphne, too, had eaten pussy before, and the sight of Claire's magnificent cunt sent chills up and down her spine. There was only a moment of hesitation on her part before she sent her head, like an arrow, between Claire's splayed legs.
Claire sighed and squirmed her ass to the edge of the stool to give the blonde freer access. She moaned and wiggled in bliss as Daphne's fingers expertly dug into the soft flesh of her thighs. She hissed with lust as she felt finger go up her asshole in tempo with the tongue that reamed her cunt.
A female growl erupted in her throat as she felt her clit being sucked into the other woman's mouth.
"Oh, damn, damn, damn, that's good! Suck, Daphne, suck my cunt! SUCK!" Claire wailed through her violent climax and nearly tumbled from the stool. She was saved by Daphne's grasping hands that clutched the cheeks of her ass and pulled her pussy back to the woman's face.
Claire shuddered out her pleasure as Daphne slurped the remaining juices from her cunt and then stood before her.
"Did you like eating my pussy?" Claire asked.
"Yes," Daphne nodded.
Claire slid off the stool and stood next to the blonde. She rubbed her body against Daphne's left asscheek and let her hands roam lightly over the girl's ass and tits.
"Feel good?"
"Yes… oh, Jesus, yes," Daphne said, closing her eyes, and clenching her butt-cheeks against the hand.
Claire increased the pressure of her hand as Daphne began breathing heavily and pushing her ass backward. Carefully, Claire worked her hand under the waistband of Daphne's shorts so she could feel the firm flesh. She wedged her fingers into her crevice and rubbed up and down, pushing the smooth buns apart.
Then her fingers coursed lower and lower, down around and up under until she felt Daphne's asshole. Slowly, Daphne's feet began sliding apart. It was just a little way from there to her cunt.
God, she was hot, Claire thought, poking the tip of one finger into her friend's fluttering cunt-hole. The blonde bent slightly forward, pushing the silt of her cunt back over the invading finger that was already giving her so much pleasure.
Claire jabbed three fingers into the willing pussy. From the trembling that was beginning to throb through the blonde's body, Claire gathered that the lithe girl was on the verge of a climax.
She stopped rutting her hand into Daphne, jammed her longest finger as deeply as she could into her cunt and corkscrewed her thumb into the bulging asshole. She couldn't tell which hole was generating the most heat.
Daphne was gasping faintly. Claire glanced at her face and saw that her eyes were closed, pretty lips twisted into a grin of erotic pleasure. Claire began sliding her fingers in and out of Daphne's two holes and pitched the girl into a shuddering come. She continued fingering her cunt and asshole until the throes of ecstasy began to ebb, then she withdrew her hand and patted Daphne smartly on the ass.
"Did you like it, Daphne?" she whispered.
"Really good," Daphne shivered.
"Then let's go upstairs and do it right," Claire said, "naked on a bed."
Three months later, they divorced their husbands and moved into an apartment together. For nearly a year they had a ball together, doing whatever they wanted, and fucking whoever they felt like fucking… both men and women.
Then the money ran out and they had to go to work. But their tastes were more expensive than their paychecks. It was Daphne who found out about the private parties and their constant need for all kinds of sex shows and acts. They put one together and, almost overnight, they were in constant demand.
"And now," Claire said to the mirror, "we make a lot of money, but we don't have any fun any more. I might as well be married to the bastard again."
"What did you say?" Daphne called as she entered from the bath.
"I said, once, just once, I'd like to fuck for fun and for free. Do you realize neither of us has had a man for almost four months?"
"We can fuck again, all we want to, when we retire," Daphne said, combing out her long blonde hair.
"That's okay for you. You're a dyke."
"Jesus, look who's talking."
"Fuck you," Claire hissed.
"Listen, you bitch…"
A fist pounded on the door. "Ten minutes, girls."
CHAPTER FOUR
"Good evening, your Excellency."
"Good evening. Are they about to begin?"
"Yes, sir. The girls are just about ready."
"Good. I've heard a great deal about them. I'm looking forward to the performance."
"Needless to say, your Excellency, you may sit anywhere."
Both men laughed. The tall, distinguished man in the expensively tailored tuxedo looked around the room. It was like any normal, large living room in a luxury apartment, except for the lights and the furniture. The lights were placed strategically on grids criss-crossing the ceiling, and the furniture was composed of comfortable sofas and overstuffed chairs, positioned in a large circle facing a center ring.