'Al? My goodness, Joyce, I had no idea!' Carol said, pretending amazement but knowing perfectly well that Al had been eyeing her for years, although he hadn't actually tried to fuck her.
'Oh, yes, Carol. In Al's words 'she's one sweet piece', or something to that effect,' Joyce smiled. 'Doesn't Al put things delicately?'
'Men are like that, Joyce darling. All men are
bastards. Or so some say. Personally I don't find them all that bad,' Carol said, becoming conscious of the warmth of her lovely neighbor's naked knee against her leg.
'Oh, they have their good points,' Joyce smiled slyly. 'But a married lady gets bored sometimes, Carol. Understand?'
'You needn't tell me about being bored, honey,' Carol said, playing the game Joyce had started with her. 'Even a single girl gets bored. But I thought you and Al joined a swap club for diversion.'
'Oh, we did that, Carol. It was all right for a few weeks. But even that got to be boring after a while. Same people all the time. You know how it is. It might be different if you joined, Carol,' Joyce said, moving her leg against Carol's in a gentle motion calculated to excite.
'Little me? What could I possibly bring to such a swinging group?' she said, feeling the warmth of Joyce's beautiful satin kg spreading throughout her body, mingling with the warmth of her drink and the incredibly pervasive heat in her moist pussy.
'Silly question,' Joyce smiled, putting her glass on the floor and dropping her small warm hand on Carol's naked knee.
'My goodness, Joyce darling! What kinds of things do you do at those get-togethers?' Carol said in mock amazement.
'A little of everything, Carol,' Joyce answered, stroking Carol's leg, her hand moving closer and closer to her sensitive cunt mound.
'Even…' Carol whispered.
'Even that, Carol. Have you ever…?' Joyce asked, her hand squeezing the soft inner flesh of Carol's upper leg, her hand hidden beneath her neighbor's slip.
'No, darling, I haven't, not yet at any rate. But I must admit that I've considered trying it,' Carol said, squeezing her legs together, trapping her friend's hand between her legs.
Carol was becoming wildly excited by Joyce s hot hand working so delicately and yet so insistently between her legs. She had never tried anything quite like this before, and the prospect of having sex with a woman was a strange new thrill. After her experiences with Joyce's son, nothing was too taboo to try. She had often wondered if sex with a woman would be satisfying. Perhaps this lovely woman would be gentler than a man; perhaps, knowing the feelings of a woman, Joyce would be able to thrill her without inspiring fear in her, fear that had always tainted her enjoyment when fucking men. But she knew even before plunging headfirst into the whirlpool of lesbian lust that nothing, not even sex with Joyce, could be as satisfying to her as sex with nineteen-year-old Joey.
Carol wanted to touch Joyce's smallish but incredibly perfect tits, wanted to feel their warmth and softness beneath the skimpy top of her bikini, wanted to discover for the first time in her life what another woman's tits felt like. She made no move toward Joyce until she felt the woman's long fingers scratching against the crotch of her lace
panties. Carol reached out and dropped her hand on Joyce's boob. Joyce responded by moving even closer to Carol's nearly naked body, moving so close that her naked knee was rubbing against the crotch of Carol's panties.
Carol was amazed that she took so easily to the joys of girl-girl sex. She had expected to feel some revulsion, at least in the first few seconds of their embrace. Instead she felt the most delicious imaginable thrill deep in her cunt, coursing through her entire body, turning her on as she had never thought possible.
'Good God, Joyce!' Carol gasped. 'I don't believe this!'
'You like?' Joyce smiled, her knee rubbing hard against Carol's dampening panties.
'I think we'd better go upstairs where we can be more comfortable,' Carol answered, thoroughly amazed at the wild thrills racing through her body, and thoroughly amazed that her neighbor liked girl-girl sex.
'Is your bed big enough for two, Carol darling?' Joyce purred.
Carol stood up and was about to answer her hot-assed neighbor when she froze at the sight of Joyce's young son standing in the doorway with his hard dick sticking up in front of him. He had shucked his trunks on the run and held them in his hand. He had the most horrified expression on his face, having apparently been stopped in his tracks by the sudden sight of his mother with her hand against Miss Chambers' pretty crotch. The horror that surged through Carol's mind and body was
strangely mingled with wild sexual excitement. She was faced with an impossible situation. There was no doubt in her mind that the boy had seen his mother playing with her cunt. And there was no doubt in her mind that another second would find Joyce catching sight of her son standing there with a hard cock, standing there the way he had been for weeks. She had to act quickly.
'Joyce… uh… why don't you just go on upstairs, darling? You know when my bedroom is, dear. I want to do something downstairs, that is I have something you'll love, Joyce. Now you just run upstairs like a darling and let me find it. I'll be right up,' she urged, helping Joyce to her feet and all but pushing her out of the room to the foot of the stairs, looking over her shoulders and motioning for the boy to hide himself.
'Heavens, Carol! What is this mysterious thing you have to show me? Really the only thing I need is-' Joyce started to say, interrupted by Carol's quavering voice.
'Yes, I know, Joyce. I know. But you really will love this!' Carol said, seeing Joey disappear behind a huge potted fern.
'Well, all right, Carol. But this had better be good. I can't wait another minute! I haven't done this sort of thing with a girl in at least three weeks. I'm just dying for it, Carol!' Joyce said, turning to face her beautiful friend, noticing a terribly confused look on her face. 'What on earth is the matter? Surely you're not getting cold feet?'
'Oh, no, Joyce. I really want this,'. Carol answered weakly.
Joyce shrugged her bare shoulders and ascended the stairs. Even in her confused and nervous state Carol was struck powerfully by the lovely wiggle of Joyce's ass, by the way her long pink-glowing legs rose and fell, by the way the beauty tossed her head, throwing her hair behind her. She wanted to get at Joyce's cunt desperately now, and she would have her no matter what..
CHAPTER EIGHT
When she was sure that Joyce was out of sight and out of earshot upstairs, Carol ran to key and grabbed his arm, pulling him out of hiding behind the bushy plant. His trunks had fallen at his side
and his cock, was still rock-hard. He looked more confused than she had ever seen the boy.
'Now listen, They-did you see what your mother was doing to me? Now don't be afraid to admit it. Just answer me,' she said sternly, shaking the boy's shoulder.
'Gosh, yes! She was playin' with your pussy. Jesus Christ, Miss Chambers! Why was she doin' that? I don't understand,' the kid said, his eyes glittering with fear and strange excitement.
'There's no time to explain now, Joey,' Carol whispered intensely. 'Do you want to watch us make love?'
Carol couldn't believe what she had said. She had said it nearly unconsciously. She realized now that she was wildly turned on by the strange set of circumstances. She had already introduced Joyce's eager young boy to the taboo joys of fucking an older woman, had already introduced him to the
delights of sexual depravity in her bed, in the very bed in which Joyce now lay waiting. And now she was about to ask him to witness the wild sensual delights that his mother -was about to show her. She realized how depraved and taboo her suggestion was, but she knew that the boy would comply no matter how depraved her request. He was willing to do anything she asked, and his willingness made it possible for her to do the
unthinkable.
'Watch you do what?' the trembling young boy asked, his mouth hanging open.
'I want you to watch me make love with your mother. Wouldn't you like that, Joey dear?
