David Crane: I saw Mommy kissing…

Now other possibilities arose. Joanne didn't much care who her partners were. She did not, after all, envision a love affair. She was thinking of a purely physical pleasure, without emotional attachments. She remembered what her own cunt juice had tasted like when she licked it from her fingers – and how her mother's fuck juice, blended with her father's jism, had thrilled her when she lapped it from a bedsheet.

As cunt-sucking had added a new dimension to Catherine's love life, so it added a new dimension to Joanne's fantasies and to her plans for the near future. Now, not only was she eager to do some cock-sucking and get fucked, but she was equally eager to suck some pussy and get some cunt-sucking in return.

She wished that she could somehow switch places with her mother and make love with Marion.

Or with Marion. Switch with Marion?

Would that be incest? she wondered as she thought, excitedly, of how naughty it would be to suck her mother's pussy!

Downstairs, the two randy women were getting worked up again. All that kissing and tit-fondling had done the job. They began sucking each other's nipples and fingerfucking each other, and very soon it reached the stage when a little more cunt-sucking seemed in order.

They decided to sixty-nine.

Catherine stretched out on her back and Marion mounted her in the position of inverted fucking. Catherine's head came up and Marion's head went down. They began tonguing and sucking each other. They humped together, grinding. Marion's trim ass pumped as she worked her cunt around on Catherine's face. Her tits brushed Catherine's churning belly. Catherine writhed under her, thighs moving in slow, soft pistons. Catherine's mouth was glued to Marion's cunt, and Marion's mouth clung to Catherine's pussy.

After a while, they turned over, without breaking contact, and Catherine took the upper position. They were trying to time it so that they could come together, sharing a simultaneous orgasm, gulping down cunt juice at one end while they spilled an equal amount out at the other.

It was a thrilling sight.

Joanne watched, fascinated.

She saw her mother's hot, pink tongue flashing up Marion's creamy cunt slot, and her own tongue tingled at the sight. She saw Marion, on the bottom now, tilt her head back as she worked her lips voraciously on Catherine's cunt, her whole pretty face glistening with cunt juice, soaked from chin to forehead with the stuff.

Joanne dipped her fingers, in her cunt and brought them to her lips, sucking the cunt cream off. It was delicious. If only she could manage to suck herself – or had some other girl she could tongue-fuck, sucking that savory fuck juice hungrily from a hot pussy.

Downstairs, the peak was approaching.

Catherine arched her back, rubbing her pussy in Marion's eager face. Marion clamped her thighs around Catherine's head. The thrill coursed through them like an electric current, flowing in one end and out the other as if it were the very same thrill shared between them, an entity in itself. They squirmed and writhed, they panted and moaned and whimpered. Their cunts began to melt in the heat of lust.

The thrill changed from electric to fluid.

Locked together, coupled fast, the two writhing women felt as if they were strung like pearls on a strand of cunt juice. Hungrily, they gulped mouthfuls of pussy juice down, and it seemed to pass instantly through each and flow back into the other. Thrashing wildly about, they milked each other dry and filled each other to satiation at the same time.

The peak came, and passed. They slowed, still tonguing gently as they lapped up the last sweet drops of cunt juice.

Finally, they uncoupled.

They kissed lovingly and gratefully, both of their faces smeared with cunt juice.

"How lovely that was," Catherine said.

She stretched, cat-like, purring.

"Ummm," agreed Marion.

She gazed at Catherine's splendid body, not with desire now, but with appreciation. It was very nice to have such a delectable neighbor, and she was already looking forward to what they would do on Monday, at her place. But she had had enough of it for the moment.

"I sure could use some cock right now," she said.

Catherine looked at her, surprised.

But then she realized why Marion had said that – to prove that she was not a lesbian.

"Me, too," Catherine said.

It was true.

For women like Catherine and Marion, who were basically heterosexual and accustomed to prick, cunt-sucking was merely a form of loveplay, and it had whetted their appetites for cock.

Marion sat up. "I'd better get home now, just in case one of my boyfriends telephones. I sure hope so. I really am in the mood for cock now. I really feel like having some guy empty his prick into my cunt."

"It's funny," Catherine said. "I came so wonderfully with you, you'd think I wouldn't be horny at all. Yet, as soon as Robert gets home, I'm going to lure him to bed for some hot fucking."

"I guess it's because we're not really gay, huh?" Marion suggested. "Now that we've done it, we feel like compensating, getting fucked by a man to prove that what we did was just fooling around."

"That's probably it," Catherine said.

"But I sure don't regret it – what we did."

"Oh, no. I'm not ashamed or embarrassed at all. I'm looking forward to doing it again, too."

"Ummm. Me, too."

But that had to wait until Monday.

Marion got dressed and prepared to return to her own home, hoping that the phone would ring and that the caller would be a handsome, horny guy with a gigantic hunk of cockmeat that needed to be emptied.

Catherine, still naked, saw her to the door. Then she returned to the living room and put her dressing gown back on. She saw no point in getting dressed, because as soon as Robert got home she intended to fuck the ass off him.

She sat down and thought about what she had done with Marion. It had been so deliciously naughty. Naughty things were always more exciting than proper things – and she glowed with pleasure as she remembered what it had been like to have that sexy girl's hot pussy creaming in her eager, hungry mouth. She could still taste that delicious cunt juice tingling on her tongue. She knew it would be exciting to French kiss her husband while Marion's cum still lingered on her tongue. She could hardly wait. Her pussy had been drained, but now it needed fucking.

Catherine hoped that Robert would play only nine holes and come home early from the golf course, bringing his massive prick to her.

But when a prick arrived, it was not her husband's…

Joanne heard the car pull up in front.

The motor revved a couple times before it was turned off. Joanne rushed to the window and looked out and, sure enough, it was Johnny Watson's car.

After a moment – he had been waiting, hoping that she would come out – the boy got out of the car and walked up to the front door, looking nervously around. He was not comfortable calling at a girl's house, but he was desperate to see Joanne again. He wanted another hand-job.

Still, he felt timid and shy, not certain how Joanne would receive him after the night before. Johnny was a tall, slender young man, quite good looking, with sandy hair. He was wearing tight jeans and, even from the upstairs window, Joanne could see the delightful cockbulge at his crotch.

Joanne was filled with frustration.

He was calling for her and she could not reveal her presence in the house. It would be too, too embarrassing to let her mother know that she had been there while all that cuntsucking was going on! She began to get dressed hurriedly, hoping that, she would be able to sneak out, unnoticed, and make contact with Johnny farther down the street, after he had driven away. She stuffed her plump tits into a bra and squirmed into her tight shorts.