she means? But, that means I'd have to do it with other men… and women! Somehow, she couldn't see herself in that role. Why… it's almost like some kind of prostitution… except that I'd be doing it with Frank's permission! And, then there was all of that about woman-woman sex afterward… after the men were too tired to continue. God! I couldn't do that!
Suddenly, she realized what Charlotte was doing to her. What am I thinking about? How did I ever let her get started undressing me…? Even though her body reached out yearningly for the forbidden sexuality Charlotte was offering her, her mind, the seat of reason, disciplined and censored the sensually lubricious signals her body was sending.
Sweeping Charlotte's gentle hands away from her breasts, Cheryl covered them with her own hands. 'No! Don't touch me! I don't want… that!'
Tactfully, the black-haired woman drew back, refraining from touching the confused Cheryl for a moment, but her logic attacked the problem from another angle.
'Cheryl, darling,' she went on soothingly, 'you're all mixed up, and I certainly can't blame you for that!' As she spoke, Charlotte casually began to unbutton the front of her own dress, a close-fitting sheath that revealed the voluptuous fullness of her body. 'But, you say that you want to save your marriage. Well… if that's what you really want… you're going to have to start putting out… making sure that Frank's satisfied. I know what happens to women, after they've had a couple of children. They're afraid of getting pregnant, again… and they start begging off with that stupid headache routine. If you're one of those women — and Frank told me enough to make me think you are — your marriage doesn't stand a chance… unless you do something… soon!' Her dress was unbuttoned now to the waist, and as she leaned forward, speaking with serious earnestness, the dress fell away, revealing the twin, soft-mounding moons of her voluptuous breasts, bursting melon-like from the opening unfettered, free of any restraining brassiere, their pink nipples already elongated and coning outward to hardened erection. Puckeringly, the flesh, darker coral in color, of their areolas, seemed to wrinkle before Cheryl's thunderstruck eyes.
She had been following what her hostess was saying, and the truth of it stung her to the quick, since she had already figured some of it out. 'I didn't really want to do it to Frank…' Cheryl said, 'but I don't trust the pill or those IUD's. The foams are messy… and Frank won't use rubbers…'
'There's the most sure-fire way, yet… that you're overlooking!' Charlotte told her.
'What's that?'
'Oral sex!'
'Using your mouth to…'
'Suck him off! Yes!'
'Oh, God!' Ugh! That's what Gene made me do!
'And, that what women do… to each other,' Charlotte breathed. 'It's just heavenly… better even than cumming with a man's hard cock in you!'
'But, I couldn't!'
'Have you ever tried?'
'I was forced to… to do it…' Cheryl looked away with quick shame, remembering that she had really hated it only at the beginning. Afterward… when she had become aroused, it had been a different story. She had wanted to do it… had wanted the lawyer to do something more to her… anything to bring her the relief and satisfaction she had craved; instead, she had masturbated. Her cheeks flamed crimson with the memory.
'Who was it?' Charlotte asked gently.
'G-Gene…'
'Damn him!' the older woman swore softly but without rancor. 'He's got a lot to learn!'
Charlotte was reaching out then, and taking one of Cheryl's tiny hands in hers placed it on the tingling mound of one of her soft full breasts. 'One thing about women, Cheryl, darling, is that we're gentle and soft!'
Her hand remained there for only a moment before Cheryl moved it away, but there was that continuing sensation in the palm of her hand, a warm feeling of silky softness.
'No-No!' Frank Paynter's wife sobbed. 'I–I can't bring myself to… do it!'
She crawled away to the side of the bed attempting to cover herself with her dress. Curling herself into a fetal ball, she moaned, 'Why don't you just leave me alone…?'
Knowing that there existed a yearning in the other woman, a desire that she was unwilling to admit to, Charlotte decided that it was time for more direct action. She was aroused herself but she knew that some of her talk, at least, had fallen on fertile ground in the mind of the younger woman.
Without undue haste, Charlotte stood up and slipped off her dress. Underneath, she had worn only panties. She wriggled them off, and her own hands roamed over her voluptuous body, as if she needed some reassurance of her own desirability; at last, one of her hands came to the softly curling hair, jet-black and soft as silk, of her pubic triangle, a finger slipping down into the moist pinkness between the fleshy lips of her pussy to feel the burgeoning hardness of her erect clitoris. She shivered delicately with the anticipation of this seduction as slashing, wildfire, erotic sensations surged through her.
At first, Cheryl couldn't believe what was happening to her. She was aware that Charlotte had crawled up on the bed and had stretched out beside her, then she felt cool hands on her back, running down to her waist and back up again only to reach around her to massage and caress a tingling breast.
Then, she was being turned, her breasts uncovered and she was clamped hard to the naked body of Charlotte Harding, her smaller, firm breasts mashed in tight and hard to the older woman's more ample and voluptuously soft breasts. She gasped with the realization that Charlotte was nude, and she wanted to protest, tell her that it was no use… that she would never allow herself to respond to her hostess' lesbian advances.
Charlotte's sensuous lips sought for and found Cheryl's, pressing against them in a passionate kiss, her tongue licking out slowly and gradually to run in sinuous circles, rimming them with sensation-producing moisture. Meanwhile her hands roamed searchingly, caressingly, swarming over the younger woman's luscious petite body to transmit her own passionate need, while at the same time stroking the salacious fires in Cheryl so that they leaped high and uncontrolled in her loins.
And Cheryl, much against her determined will began to respond to the black-haired beauty. Unaccountably, she began to feel a certain thrill, a desire she never knew existed being generated in her. There was an intense femaleness in Charlotte that went out to Frank's wife; it was demanding, but not in the same way that a man demanded. It was tender, gentle and giving… and it was to these that Cheryl responded.
Tentatively, she put a hand out to touch the smooth, velvety breast of the other woman. She did it timidly, feeling the soft pliancy of her hostess' full, melon-like breasts. Then, as she felt a shiver of delight pass through the older woman's body, she realized that she knew exactly how Charlotte felt… how she herself felt. Charlotte mewled against her mouth, and suddenly her tongue lashed deep inside. Accepting it, Cheryl found herself moaning with a passion she had never felt with her husband Frank. Somehow, in that instant, she knew that she would make no further protest… that Charlotte would have her way with her.
Their mouths melted together in an erotically stimulating kiss, tongues moving in and out and intertwining while avid hands caressed hungrily. Charlotte Harding was moving with sure knowledge toward her goal, while Cheryl experimented with the newness of it all. The uncontrolled inferno in their loins raged out of control, and as the older woman slid her hand down over Cheryl's temptingly rounded buttocks, inside the opened dress, down inside Cheryl's panties, her fingers searching for the moist warmth of the trembling woman's vaginal mouth from behind.
As Charlotte's middle finger found her cuntal opening and probed into it, Cheryl moaned with a mixture of despair and utter joy.
'Oh, Charlotte… please? I'm so scared…' she groaned, twisting her head aside to free her mouth from the passionate kiss.
'There's nothing to be afraid of darling!' Charlotte assured her. 'Now let's get you completely naked so you can really enjoy it more!'
'But I…'
'No buts, dear! I'm going to show you what it's all about, and in no time at all, you'll be climbing the walls having the most beautiful orgasms you've ever had!'
Deftly, Charlotte removed the frightened girl's dress and panties and tossed them aside; then Cheryl felt her woman-lover roll her gently to her back, her mouth coming down to kiss her aching breasts, her lips maintaining a constant sucking pressure on a distended nipple while forcing the hardened bud to move in and out of her mouth
