could hear her little murmurs of passion as I stroked and licked at her.
“Darling.” I lifted my head at her whisper. “If you want to make me spend now, go ahead; otherwise, you'd better stop, because it'll happen any second if you keep doing that.” Her voice was shaky and thick.
I wanted her at her full powers and feeling as erotic as I did for a while, so I stopped at once and got off her back.
“Gosh! That was marvellous, Rita-I can tell you like kissing there as well as being kissed. What would you like now, eh, darling?”
I rolled on to my back and let her climb on top of me, opening my legs to let her sink her hips between them, as I had with Jane. I thought of my daughter as our sexes touched and felt a pang of shame as the thought seemed to add to my passion. Stella lifted herself, taking her weight on hands and knees.
“Darling-if you reach down between us to our sexy little cunts and expose our clitties, they'll be able to touch — they're both large enough. It's a fabulous sensation.”
I did as she said, pressing her sex-lips apart until I could see the red, wet tip of her clitoris peeping down below the hair. I did the same with my own and then she lowered herself carefully on to me again until the two hypersensitive pieces of flesh touched. She was right-it was a fabulous sensation! We both had to suppress loud squeals as they slipped and slid wetly together; the feeling was almost indescribable as I felt that warm, wet, rubbery clitoris on mine; little thrills shot through me like a minor orgasm.
Her arms went right round me and I reached up to twine my arms about her neck as our mouths met. She began to rotate her hips in a small, tight circle and I imitated the movement, locking my legs over her thighs.
That clitoris of hers was sheer murder as it worked on mine and mine must have felt the same for her. Our juices flower and mingled and we were both so far gone, we would have kept on even if the roof had fallen in on us.
“Oh, darling; oh, darling,” she kept moaning against my lips. I think I just kept moaning. Suddenly, she stopped with a gasp. “Darling,” she panted, looking into my eyes. “I–I'm almost there-do you want to come this way?”
“'Oh, please, sweetheart,” I pleaded, hugging her to me. “Don't stop now-go on. We'll spend together. Ooh, darling, I love you!”
Her hips jabbed down hard, this time and I sucked in my breath with the almost unbearably keen sensation. We jerked our loins at each other, not breaking contact for a second.
“Open your mouth, darling,” she breathed.
I opened it wide; her tongue did in and I felt her saliva drip from it to the back of my tongue. That finished me!
Ecstasy flared in my cunt and gripped my body in wracking spasms. I moaned, twitching uncontrollably, sucking on her tongue. Then she was moaning and wriggling on top of me; I felt warm wetness dribble from her cunt on to mine and run down the furrow to my spending vagina, giving a sort of extra kick to my orgasm.
Then she slumped on my exhausted body and we lay panting like a couple of long-distance runners at the end of the course.
“Well-what did you think of that?”
“Stella! It was out of this world! And then, still in the middle of spending, I felt your come run down on to my…”I hesitated at the word.
“Cunt? You are funny, Rita,” she laughed. “You love doing what we did and you're as sexy as I am: we're lying here naked together and we're going to make love again in a minute. Our cunts are the centre of the whole operation and yet you always shy from saying the actual word-except once or twice, when you were really gone!”
“I know-I always have been funny like that. Phil always knows when I'm in 'prime condition'-it's the only time I use the word.”
“But why? I don't mean one should make a habit of using bad language, but in situations like this, it seems natural to me that one uses the appropriate terms. A prick is a prick, a cunt is a cunt and fucking is, after all, fucking. In our case, it's two cunts, of course. Now, while we're together, alone like this-why don't you want to use the word?”
“I don't know-some sort of deep-rooted inhibition, I suppose. All right, from now on, when the two of us are like we are now, I'll call a…a cunt a cunt! There- how's that?”
“Great! Let's have a drink on it before we get down to business again!”
Stella put on a filmy negligee and crept out into the other room for a bottle and glasses. I just lay back, still naked, waiting for her.
We had a drink and the fiery scotch roused us from the temporary lethargy. As a lay bare, she sat on the side of the bed and began to fondle me. I looked up at her; she looked very sexy in that negligee, which barely reached her knees and showed the outlines of her body, the nipples of her breasts and her pubic hair showing up dark beneath the pastel pink material.
I reached out and slid a hand under the hem, stroked up along one smooth thigh to her hip; dipped down across her groin and ran my fingers through the rich pelt below her stomach. She let her thighs splay open and then I was dipping a probing finger into her slit, finding her clitoris and teasing it into wakefulness. She stood up and slipped off the negligee, knelt beside me and I looked up along the shapely body, the up-curving roundness of her jutting breasts, nipples again poking out redly. The bulge of her mount was only a few inches above my face and I raised myself to kiss it. She smiled down at me and stroked my hair, un-coifed and nearly reaching to my shoulders.
“You have lovely hair, Rita.”
“So have you, darling,” and I stuck my nose into the crisp triangle.
She stretched out beside me, hands under her head. I moved close, stroked her, planted a kiss in her armpit. She let me fondle her, but continued to lie on her back, looking at the ceiling.
“You know, Rita, I sometimes feel terribly guilty about you.”
“About me? Why?”
“I seduced you and it was very wrong of me. I'm single and have no ties, but you're a married woman with a daughter.”
“Am I complaining?”
“No- but you didn't want to to start with; I could feel it the way you stood when I got you from behind and held on to your titties. I should have stopped then, but I didn't; I wanted you and didn't stop to think about the trouble it could cause you. You realise you probably wouldn't have had this worry about Jane, either? You would have scotched anything like that before I ever got started. I'm afraid I have a lot to answer for.”
“What is this? A self-recrimination hour? Stella, if the inclination hadn't been in me all the time, I shouldn't have gone through with it.”
“And if I had stopped to think and not been so selfish, you would never have discovered you'd had the inclination in the first place.”
“And think what I would have been missing! Now don't start spoiling things…” I allowed my voice to trail off as I leaned over her, seeking her lips.
“Or is this another form of brush-off?”
“Brush-off? Oh, darling-I love you!” She gave me one of her special bear-hugs, squashing our breasts together and once more we were locked in our amorous combat.
We rolled, fondled and wrestled about until the bed creaked; she finally pinned me down on my tummy and straddled my bottom, rubbing her wet sex on one of the cheeks.
“Oh, darling, that's lovely!” she panted, rubbing harder. “All soft and warm and bouncy!”
“Could you spend like that?”
“I think so-if I got my clitty poking well out.”
“Go on, then. Lift up a minute first.” I pulled a pillow under my hips, raising my behind. “There-enjoy yourself!” I knew she loved my bottom.
“Thank you, darling-I'll take care of you afterwards.”
She lowered herself on to my bottom again and this time I could actually feel her stiff little clitoris, all slithery on my bottom-cheek.
Her hands lightly holding my hips, she rode me, her warm cunt sliding smoothly to and fro on my up-thrust
