Grant Roberts - The wayward wifes

Patty moaned slightly, her hips beginning to gyrate and she thought how lovely was the feeling, how exquisitely nice. She reached up her hand and Marcia pressed the fingertips against one tit, and Marcia’s cunt fired with sudden desire. She stretched her nude body out against Patty and moaned as Patty massaged mesmerically the diamond hard nipple. Gently she spread Patty’s vaginal lips apart and touched the bud of her clitoris. Patty undulated at the sudden touch, and the clit rose to attention, the fluids of her sexual awakening flowing on the already sweat stained sheets.

But who was doing this to me? Larry? Patty suddenly snapped into consciousness and realized with full horror exactly who it was… Marcia!… and what she was doing! Her eyes flew open just as Marcia bent her head and her lips pressed against Patty’s with an agile, pliant, sweet possession. Dear God! I can’t let myself do this! But it was too late. As the flutterings of Marcia’s tongue enflamed her mouth, she capitulated to the torment of her unfulfilled lust. Tom had raped her, but the damage had been done. He had, in spite of her rejection, aroused her physical needs which up until then she had been able to control since Larry had left. And now, after dreaming of the incident with Auntie Rosalie, she could not have resisted Marcia’s advances.

And in spite of the degradation she felt at accepting another woman’s lovemaking, she responded. Patty sucked the invading tongue as Marcia trailed her agile, spiderlike fingers over her body, tormenting her breasts and thighs and vagina, their bodies locked together.

Finally Marcia raised above her, and she teased Patty’s rigid nipple while she roved her lascivious eyes over the lovely redhead’s voluptuous nakedness. She trembled with anticipation as she spoke.

“I’m going to make you cum, Patty. You’re going to explode like you never have before. I promise!“

Patty moaned. “Oh yes… yes..

“I promise…“ Marcia repeated as she moved down the bed, her tongue making a trail of hot saliva over the quivering passionate flesh. Patty raised her head, and she was suddenly reminded of the similarity between the scene now and the one with her aunt as Marcia nestled her head into the hollow of her opened thighs. She felt the kisses on her tender, blood filled vulva and the hot breath upon her pubic hair… only there was a difference. A wonderfully magical difference. This time it was more than a nice feeling… it was nirvana, heaven, complete mind-blowing Valhalla! The swiftly flickering tongue sent taunting messages radiating up her body to her brain, making her respond with conditioned reflexes.

Patty hissed and groaned and rolled her head from side to side on the pillow, and her clitoris jerked and strained as Marcia grazingly tickled the bud.

Marcia worked insanely, stroking from the top to the bottom and then back to the top of Patty’s splayed, almost yearning cunt. Each gentle lap brought an involuntary lifting of the loins, as the tip of her tongue toyed with Patty’s labia. She pressed her mouth closer, reaching up with her hands to play with the juggling breasts. Her mouth was a seething, hot oven of lust, invading the vaginal orifice and lashing the erect clitoris and licking the whole wet furrow with an eellike tongue which was slippery with flowing cuntal juices.

Patty mewled with uncontrollable, unsatiated passion. Her belly rippled and she rubbed her hands against her thighs and curled her fingers in Marcia’s strewing hair, forcing the woman’s face deeper to her burning cunt. Marcia was gasping for breath… sucking air in short surges so as to not break the fervent contact of her eager mouth, tongue and lips. Even her nose was burrowing the wild depraved groin, the odor of the female musk driving her still wilder.

“Oh… oh… Ooooohhhhh, I can’t stand it!" Patty screamed. “It’s too much… too much!"

Her voice died in a strangled sob and sigh, but then broke out again in a high pitched wail as the seething lust overflowed and swept through her. She twisted in the grip of her sweet torture, twisting and writhing but never breaking the mouth which was glued to her cunt. The tongue continued to stroke her clitoris, sending lightning like stabs through her marrow. She gasped and groaned… and then she came, like the ravaging hurricane of a summer season, to pound and wash and flood her senses.

“Aaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh!“ she cried, lifting her buttocks off the bed. Shuddering violently she relaxed as the climax passed over her.

But Marcia did not let go. She continued to pillage the clitoris and vagina, licking the slightly acid secretions of Patty’s orgiastic release, sucking the swollen lips of her throbbing pussy, kissing the trembling inner thighs.

“Enough! Enough!“ whimpered Patty. But they both knew it wasn’t. Patty sobbed aloud and she convulsed, her hands once more locked in Marcia’s hair as her stomach went rigid. She wanted, yet at the same time, did not want, Marcia to stop. Again she spasmed inside, cumming once more, her heart slamming wildly against her ribs, her mind adrift with the pleasure.

Then once more… with Patty emitting animal like sounds from deep in her chest, her eyes glazed and her mouth limply open.

And again and again and again for the rest of the night.

The warm, diffused light of dawn shone through the bedroom window and woke Patty the next morning. Curled into a small ball, her legs drawn up with her arms circling them, hugging them, she opened her eyes and stared at the bedside clock. It was eight-fifteen. At first, she thought she was home in her room at the Jennings' and that she ought to get up immediately lest she be late for work this morning. Then, slowly, the sleep cobwebs began to dissipate and she realized where she was, whose bed she was now lying in, alone. And worse, what had happened last night, everything that had happened last night.

A low, tremulous moan escaped her lips as wave after wave of shame and degradation swept over her. Oh God, oh God, what had become of her? She was lost, lost… First she had experienced the sickly depraved rape at the hands of her father-in-law and then, following her headlong flight, she had allowed herself with condoning passivity to be sucked and kissed between her legs by her best girl friend in an act of sheer lesbian degeneration. And, most terrible of all, most horrifying of all, she had enjoyed that illicit, orgiastic lovemaking and had climaxed again and again under Marcia's expert tongue and mouth…

Patty moaned again, and dimly she became aware of the sound of a shower spray on tile walls. She listened, knowing that Marcia was in the bathroom, bathing, preparing herself for work. Patty briefly entertained the thought of getting up, of dressing and going to work herself… but the idea left her immediately. How could she work today? How could she go through the normal motions of her everyday secretarial position, having to face her employer, her coworkers? Too, she didn't have any clothing, had only the robe she had been wearing when she had come here last evening.

No, she couldn't go to work, she would have to call in sick.

Abruptly, the sound of the shower ceased and Patty realized that Marcia would soon be coming out of the bathroom. A certain panic seized control of her brain momentarily. How could she face Marcia, for God's sake? How, after last night, could she possibly look this woman who had been her friend in the eye…?

The bathroom door opened before she had an opportunity to further dwell on the thought,

Marcia…a fluffy bath towel wrapped around her slim body… emerged into the bedroom. Her face had a brightly pink, scrubbed look and she smiled pleasantly as she saw that Patty was awake. She padded over to the bed and sat down on the foot of it, looking tenderly at Patty. “Good morning, dear," she said. how do you feel today?”