Jeremy Baker - The Harlot Seed

And when Chuck exploded his next release of semen into her overworked pussy, Regina only moaned with happiness and felt the overflow drip from her cunt to puddle stickily in the crack of her ass.

She went weak and floating, and in a stage of semi-sleep, knew dimly that the men were removing their shafts from her listless body. One of them helped her to a sitting position, and the other held a glass of cold martini to her lips. Gratefully, she drained the glass, swallowing this chaser of gin behind the double shots of semen she had downed.

A little stronger, she was lifted and balanced upon her feet, then led to the bar where they helped her to climb upon a stool. Stella Baker refilled her glass and said, "That does it for the night, with these guys. They'll never manage to get it up again; not after coming three times each."

"I-I'm sorry, Stella," Regina breathed hoarsely. "I didn't mean to cut you out of more fun. It just happened."

Stella caressed her cheek. "That's all right, darling. You and I don't have to raise hard-ons; that's a nice thing about being a woman. We can swing just about any time we want."

"And we will," Regina promised. "I'm kind of dragged out just now, but give me another drink and a breather, and I want to make it with you, Stella. I really do."

"I know," Stella said. She poured drinks for the two men who were now sitting limply upon stools, too. "You guys had your ball, and before long, I'm going to have mine-with Regina. What do you think about that?"

Bill nodded. "I think it's fine."

Chuck said, "You and Regina-like lesbians?"

"Like lovers," she corrected him. "Like fucking."

"Sure," Chuck said. "It just didn't register with me at first; kind of a shock. I never knew you felt that way about women."

"I didn't either," Stella said, lifting her glass and peering into its depths. "And I may not feel that way-except for Regina. Besides, it will open up all sorts of new things for us, different possibilities."

"Yeah," Bill Abbott breathed, almost with reverence.

Regina finished her drink and started on another one. Her lips were slightly numb and her head was buzzing, but she was beginning to feel good again. She looked over at the strip of darkness between the curtains at the far window and wondered how the boys had taken that last wild scene.

How did Dale feel, seeing his mother suck one man's cock while his father fucked her? And when the men had changed over, so that she ate his dad's prick and Chuck screwed her-had that driven Dale out of his skull? She wondered what he thought of the motherly image now, if he considered her to be a complete bitch.

That's how she wanted it, wanted her son to see her as she was, a hot, passionate woman who had finally kicked off all her hang-ups and wanted to fuck.

Dale could take it from there, if he had the guts to approach his own mother with his prick in hand. If not, she would do the approaching.

Rousing enough to mumble assent to her husband's idea of taking the girls to the beach for the day, Regina fell asleep again almost immediately. She was warm and snug in bed, and it was hours before she woke again.

Then she was still snug, but now alert to the fact that it wasn't her own bed, that she had slept in with Stella Baker last night. She pressed her tits into the other woman's back, and her mound into the trimly delightful shapings of Stella's ass. Swift images of the previous night flashed through her mind, pictures of what she had done with both men, then the more vivid, truly ardent scene she had made with Stella.

It had been something else, that intertwining, that soft seeking, that gentle stimulation that led finally to a marvelous orgasm, the crowning emotion of the entire night. And it had also been the last arousal, because Regina simply melted, after that. She barely recalled being helped up to bed, and she'd fallen right into a dreamless sleep.

"Mmmm-oh hi," Stella said, turning onto her back and fluttering her lashes, those sooty lashes so thick and black. "Morning, darling-you, look terrific, as always."

Regina slid an arm across Stella's tummy. "You look better than that; you look delicious."

"Do I? I feel kind of sticky." Her eyes found Regina's and turned warm.

"Last night-oh, darling."

"Yes," Regina said, hugging her friend, her lover. "I know what you mean. It was wonderful for me, too. Maybe it really takes a woman to create the sharpest climax in another woman. Oh, I go crazy over the others, too-but what we did to each other was something pretty special."

Stella's lips were ripe and near; she brought them closer for a kiss.

Her tits turned and pressed into Regina's; both sets of nipples turned hard, and Stella said, "I never did it with a woman before, and I know you didn't either. So both of us were sort of cherries for each other."

"That's a pretty way to think of it. Shall we start the day right?"

They turned the kiss into a searching one, and their tits moved back and forth, fitting into their valleys, compressing, releasing. Their cunts met and blended as their tongues were blending, and the heat began to spread from their minds to their increasingly active bodies.

"So sweet," Regina murmured as her teeth raked gently over the other woman's. "So fiery and laced with honey."

"You're fabulous," Stella sighed, and her hand was the first to sneak between their bellies and find a crotch. Her finger slid into Regina's labia to feel around, to tantalize the damply hot cleft.

Regina couldn't wait to get her own fingers into that juicy, clinging cunt, and soon they were blissfully finger fucking each other, building their heat to a more blazing core, rubbing their vibrant clits into a more tingling awareness.

By mutual consent then, they withdrew their fingers and moved across each other, bodies at first diagonal, then once again longitudinal, but then ended head to foot. Regina kissed the small and shapely feet, then licked them as Stella wriggled and groaned. She felt a hot tongue on her own toes, and they kept pace with each caress, licking along the ankles and calves, spreading their lips to cover a kneecap, nipping the satiny insides of a quivering thigh.

Breath clotting in her throat, Regina stared hungrily into the thick black fur that grew so lushly over Stella's cunt. She saw the outer lips, and beneath them, peeping coyly, the inner labia of scarlet.

Regina went up into that forest of curly hairs, her tongue reaching through the tasty brush to taste the cunt lips already turning steamy, already glistening with that honeyed moistness.

Into the labia her tongue went, pressing on into the hidden folds, on into the cavity itself, and her teeth came against the cunt lips. The flavors were rich and heavily scented with the special musk of Stella's body; the taste was exquisite, succulent, and Regina began to eat.

Her hands cupped the slim asscheeks above her head, one fingertip tracing its way to the palpitating asshole. She drew the trembling clitoris into her teeth and sucked upon it, reveling in the flexing and heaving.

And the identical thing was happening to her as Stella's tongue tapped intriguingly against her clit, as Stella's hot mouth and teasing teeth worked over her cunt lips and delved into her vagina.

For a while they squirmed together, matching movement for movement, tingle for tingle, but their individual emotions got out of hand, and they veered off into sizzling little byways of exploration on their own.

Stella used her finger on Regina's ass, used her teeth to nip almost painfully, then sucked the clit deep into her lips and worked on it.

Regina ate deeply into the other woman's sweet pussy, burrowing, nosing, rubbing her mouth around in slippery circles, luxuriating in the spiced oils of Stella's cunt, then turned on the target of the clitoris with nearly savage intensity.