Weekend orgy

CHAPTER THREE

"Daphne… Goddammit, will you hurry up. You've been in that shower for twenty minutes."

"Listen, lover," Daphne called from beneath the surging water, "you should be glad I am. You don't want to eat a soiled pussy tonight, do you?"

Claire Laurenz sighed, cursed under her breath, and turned back to her mirror. She didn't look forward to the evening's show at all. As she studied her face, she combed her hair and thought about the last three years since she had dropped out from being a suburban housewife.

She had done it because she wanted freedom and sex, all kinds of sex. All she was doing or getting was eating Daphne's pussy for five hundred dollars twice a week at kinky parties. Well, she guessed it was better than what they had just after their respective divorces. Then they had gone to the orgy parties and put on their little show for nothing. Now, at least, they were getting paid for it, and getting rich. But they weren't getting laid, except by each other, and then only on stage.

The two couples had moved into their respective neighboring houses only one day apart. They met and for five years were fast friends. Later it had amazed them both that they hadn't seen the attraction for each other right away.

It had happened during Daphne's twenty-sixth birthday party. As usual, all four of them had drunk too much and, as usual, the two men had passed out in the den watching television.

The girls had also drunk too much, but not enough to put them in such a paralyzed state. They commiserated with each other as they stood in the door of the den and surveyed the wreckage of the party and their two snoring husbands.

"Wouldn't you know it," Daphne wailed, sipping from the half-finished drink in her hand.

"What?" Claire replied, trying to get some focus in her own fuzzy eyes.

"That sonofabitch," Daphne said, pointing a finger at her sleeping husband. "The bastard hasn't fucked me for over a month, an' he falls asleep on my birthday. I feel like a virgin again."

"Oh, you got the same problem, huh?" Claire replied. "My little boy spends so much time screwing the girls in his office that he falls asleep before I can get dinner on the table. He's the only man I know who uses the old 'I've got a headache' routine!"

"Fuck 'em," Daphne said, "let's go over to our place and have a swim."

They did, and the swim only sobered them to the point where they became more maudlin about their respective spouses. After the swim they sat at the patio bar, drinking and talking. They surprised one another with sudden, open frankness.

"You know," Daphne said, "I've thought about leaving that bastard more than once."

"Why haven't you?"

"Scared, I guess. I've never had to make a dime on my own, you know, and, besides, I guess half a cock is better than none at all."

"Sometimes I wonder about that," Claire said, replenishing her drink.

"What?"

"Cock. Hell, I could get more from another woman than I could from him," Claire replied, returning to her stool.

"Have you… ever, I mean…?" Daphne asked, a sudden interest in her eyes.

Claire turned and studied the other woman.

Daphne was really a beautiful animal, she thought, suddenly surprised that she had never noticed her before in all the years they had known each other. By the light of the moon, sitting there in a brief bikini on the bar stool, Daphne was truly a sight to behold.

That long, sun-bleached hair flowing down to those brown shoulders, those strange eyes, that big damned mouth. There was something a bit cruel about her nose, the curve of it, the nostrils flaring too dramatically. Claire looked at her well developed tits, studying her with awe. Each was like a ball that had been halved and she felt her breath catch in her throat.

Claire studied the other woman's gold-flecked eyes and decided to plunge ahead. "I had a little affair with one of my teachers in high school."

"But she didn't approach you in school, did she?" Daphne asked, leaning forward.

"No. It was at her house. In a way, I idolized her because she seemed to be everything I wanted to be. She was pretty young for a teacher. Couldn't have been more than twenty-three or so. And she was beautiful. Even when she wore those teacherish dresses, she couldn't hide her lovely curves. Usually she wore her hair up when she was in school, but at home she always let her hair down so that it came to her breasts. I used to have fantasies about her, about how she would make love to men. There was something really sexy about her."

"Did she just grab you, or what?"

"We had just come back from a field trip, and she asked me to stay and talk for a while. I stretched out on her sofa, and she said that she, was going to take a shower and would be back in a few minutes. I dozed off for a while, and when I woke up I heard her footsteps. I figured she was in her robe or had dressed, but she hadn't. When she walked into the room, she was completely naked."

"Weren't you embarrassed?"

"Sure I was. But she was so beautiful. Her hair was still a little wet, and she seemed so fresh and clean when she walked in. Her pussy hair was still wet and she was drying it with a towel. I couldn't take my eyes off of her lovely breasts, and she smiled as though she knew how much I admired her."

"Didn't she say anything about being naked, or did she just let it pass as though nothing were different?"

"No. She said that she hoped I wasn't uncomfortable seeing her like that, but that when people are close friends it's silly to hide their bodies from each other. That seemed right, somehow. Then she told me I could take my clothes off, too, if I wanted, that it might relax me and make me feel freer."

"Did you do it? Did you actually take off your clothes right there in her living room?"

"It seemed so natural and desirable to be naked when she was naked, that I couldn't resist. We stretched out on some pillows she had scattered on the rug and lay on our sides facing each other. I could see how much she enjoyed looking at my body. It didn't take long for me to find out that she wanted to have sex with me."

"What did she do?" Daphne said, sitting on the very edge of her stool.

"Well, what happened was that she started asking me about my boy friends and about whether I had ever had sex with them. She wanted to know everything, and I was so flattered that I told her that I had some experience. She seemed real pleased, and asked for all the details. I mean real juicy details. It was obvious that she was getting turned on by what I was saying. I wanted to please her, so I told her as much as I could think of. You know, how I fucked for the first time, how I sucked guys off."

"Jesus," Daphne said, squirming her bikini-clad ass over the bar stool. "You're getting me hot as hell just talking about it."

"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."