Sam Stone - Turned on wife

Kitten smiled as though her panties were too tight. "How the hell did you find out about me and Gil?"

"A little bird told me all about it with a late-night phone call."

"Cleo Brill." It was not a question.

"Right on!"

Kitten's voice frosted. "That double-gaited bitch bugs my ass."

Liz frowned at her. "Why? Because she plays both sides of the sex record, or because your late mother was hung up on her?"

Kitten took a deep breath. "That's only part of it. The rest of the reason is because the hungry cunt-lapper keeps trying to make me."

Liz cocked an eyebrow. "What's wrong with that? Are you afraid to try the game because it might get good to you?"

Kitten chewed her lower lip and looked off into space. Her mind raced wildly. The girl on the Bahama was still hot to dive in her bush, and the knowledge of this was beginning to excite her. She struggled to control her emotions, then gave up. Her flesh curled and tingled and leaped; the motor of her mind continued to race at high speed. Should she round out her education all the way by making it with Liz, by going the lesbian route? Hell, why not? It would help to keep her from going bananas while she waited for that alley-cat husband of hers to come back to her.

She pulled her mind back into the present and smiled at Liz. "I think I've matured a little during these past few hours." Her voice turned sly. "Are you still interested in going down on me?"

Liz's face turned into a mask of surprise, and breath caught in her throat. She stared at Kitten to determine if she were kidding, decided she wasn't, licked her lips. "Does a duck like water? Come here and I'll show you how interested I am in eating out your tight little pussy."

Kitten grimaced, shook her head. "Not yet. I need a douche and a bath. Look, why don't you build yourself a drink while I take a quick splash and change into something comfortable?"

"Why bother to change into anything?"

"Maybe I want to make you drool a little."

Liz regarded her with sudden suspicion. "I'm already drooling, pussycat. I only hope to hell you aren't putting me on." Her eyes narrowed and became slits. "Are you?"

Kitten pouted prettily, then laughed. "I'm not all bitch, darling. Of course I'm not putting you on. I'm curious. No, I'm anxious to play this game you seem to find so interesting."

Liz stood up, tits bobbing with excitement. "Prove it. Come give me a hug and a kiss."

Kitten stood like a statue of flesh as Liz closed the narrow gap that lay between them and trapped her in an ardent embrace. Kitten closed her eyes as the girl's boobs collided with hers. A shiver rippled through her system. This was her first bodily contact with another female, but the feeling was not unpleasant. In fact, it was downright exciting… and stimulating.

Damn! Kitten thought. This can't be happening to me! I haven't even been kissed yet, and already my pussy's starting to catch on fire!

"A kiss, baby. Give Liz a kiss."

Kitten did. Their mouths bumped and Kitten's lips parted to receive Liz's stabbing tongue. The french-kiss seemed to last forever. Liz was the first to break away. She was breathing hard. Her tits rocked behind the scrap of halter that held them captive, her hips twitched with the same wild passion that filled her blazing cunt.

"Proof enough?" Kitten asked shakily.

Liz reached down between them and patted Kitten's skirt-covered crotch. "Nope. I'll keep thinking I'm dreaming until I get your pussy-cream on my tongue. Lay it to me, hon."

Kitten shook her head from side to side. "Put the tongue to me now and my cream won't be the only one you'll get on your taste buds. Better let me take my douche before you start dining."

"You made your point," Liz said, grimacing. "I'll settle for another kiss."

Hungry. Liz Trent was hungry.

Kitten surrendered her lips to another kiss and then stiffened as Liz attempted to ram her tongue down her throat for the second time.

"No," Kitten panted, breaking away. "Keep doing the french-kiss bit on me and I'm liable to forget about taking that damn douche." She laughed breathlessly. "Don't be so impatient, damn it. Fix yourself a drink and unwind. I won't be long."

Liz shrugged. "Whatever you say, baby." She gave her a playful slap on the hip. "Do your thing, but for chrissakes, do it fast."

Kitten poured herself a drink of orange vodka and carried it into the bathroom. She locked the door and did a fast strip. She paused to admire her naked tits in the door minor, and wondered how it would feel when the girl in the next room put the mouth to her nipples.

The girl in the next room?

"This is weird," Kitten said to herself as she adjusted the shower faucets. "Yesterday I hated her guts, and today I'm going to let her go down on me. The hell of it is, I'm actually looking forward to taking her tongue up my pussy."

Kitten stepped into the shower stall and washed away the stickiness of Dr. Dubois' and Gil Savage's sperm from her body. It made her feel better. She took her douche. Then she rinsed off, dried her voluptuous body and powdered herself from head to toe. A dab of French perfume between her tits, some of the same on her twinkie, and momentarily she was almost ready to walk into the room where Liz Trent waited to give her a wild ride on her tongue.

She smiled at her minor twin and told it, "No doubt about it, babe – you do look good enough to eat."

She turned away from the mirror, picked up her drink and padded into the bedroom. The television set was blaring, and a resonant male voice mentioned something about the hurricane brewing in the Gulf of Mexico. Kitten barely heard it. She was too preoccupied with preparing herself for her first lesbian sex-session.

Cunt.

Soon another woman would eat her cunt.

She changed into a black half-bra, matching panties, then covered herself with a white terrycloth robe and stepped into a pair of mules. A touch of blood-red lipstick and she was ready to step into the living room and meet her maker.

Kitten felt her sleeping nipples awaken behind her bra as she retrieved her orange vodka from the dresser's edge and walked out to join Liz in the living room.

Liz snapped off the television set and started staring at Kitten. She smacked her ripe red lips in an obscene manner. "Come here, honey."

Kitten crossed the room and joined Liz on the Bahama lounge. She pressed her hip against the redhead, queried, "Close enough?"

Liz thrilled to the sweet smell of Kitten. So young. So pretty. So tender. Her mouth watered to get at the girl's juicy quim. She shook her head and said, "Close enough will be when I stick your cunt with my tongue."

Kitten licked her lips in a nervous gesture. Heat was beginning to jump into her cunt again. Her tits heaved, her heart hammered, her voice sounded strangled as she said, "You're really hooked on muff-diving, aren't you?"

Liz smiled as she stared at Kitten's bra, for at this point the robe was yawning wide enough to reveal it. "I love all forms of sex, baby. Uninhibited, that's me. Like you're becoming. Welcome to the club."

Kitten felt herself blushing.

Liz laughed at her sudden embarrassment.

"Now, now, baby, don't start having second thoughts. There's nothing wrong with sexing it up with another girl. There's nothing wrong with sexing it up, period. It's like beauty – strictly in the eyes of the beholder."

Kitten laughed. "Convince me."

Liz lifted her hands to Kitten's tits. "Let's start by finding out how you react to another girl's hands on these lovely knockers of yours. Aha, just as I suspected! See? Your nipples are stiffening, and you didn't flinch a bit when I touched them. Want me to keep going?"

"Please."

Liz stopped toying with Kitten's boobs and stood up. A lazy smile touched her lips and a sleepy quality glazed her eyes as she reached back and unclasped her halter. She held it in place for a few seconds, then jerked it aside and tumbled her tits into nakedness.