"Yeah, wasn't it? You were pretty damned good, too. I thought your cunt was going to pull my cock right out by the roots. You don't have to stifle your screams, by the way. Mary screams a lot, too. I like it."
At the mention of Mary, Nita turned her head to the side and looked at the older woman. She suddenly had a feeling of being very much out of place, lying under the husband of this woman, with his prick still stuck up her cunt. She opened her mouth to say something.
Mary smiled and put her finger across Nita's lips, anticipating her words, cutting them off. "Don't, honey. There's nothing to say. I wanted him to fuck you."
Nita pushed at Sam's body, indicating that he should move off her. She was conscious of her nakedness and their position.
As soon as Sam had moved enough for her to get her head over Nita's tits, Mary stuck her head in the space. Her warm and hungry mouth closed over one of Nita's up thrust tits.
Nita gasped with surprise and shock. She thought she should object; that she should push Mary away. She had, after all, always been taught that contact between two women was far worse than contact between a man and a woman. Her failure to resist made her feel a little guilty. The only trouble was, the woman's mouth felt so damned good on her tit!
Mary spent several minutes going from tit to tit, sucking and licking the hard nipples that Nita pushed up to her mouth. Then she let her eyes drift southward to the mat of brunette hair between Nita's legs. A thin stream of white creamy jism was seeping from the pink slit of Nita's cunt, the abundant ooze clear evidence of Sam's orgasm mixed with Nita's own cunt juices. Mary shot a quick glance at Sam. He, too, looked at Nita's crotch, then nodded his head to his wife, giving her his approval of her desire, urging her to put her desires into action.
Nita was lost in the twilight zone of perfect relaxation following a wonderful orgasm. Sam crouched down next to her as Mary inclined her head closer and closer to Nita's wet snatch. Nita stirred as Mary's lips brushed the smooth marble thighs and the milky white belly. She was still not fully cognizant of what was happening or who was doing what to her.
Sam reached down and fondled Nita's pussy. She smiled dreamily without opening her eyes. She recognized his touch. He used his fingers to spread the glistening labia, offering the coral-colored gash to his wife's mouth.
Mary accepted eagerly. She knew full well how turned on Sam got when he watched her eat pussy. Some would have considered that an odd quirk about the man. As far as Mary was concerned, there was nothing abnormal about it. Men liked to watch two women make love to each other. Besides, she liked the taste of pussy. Her tongue swirled out and dipped into the spongy moist cleft between Nita's legs.
Nita's body convulsed with pleasure. She thought Sam was mouthing her pussy. She hadn't had that done to her very much, but she had experienced it enough to know that she liked it.
"Oh, Sam!" Nita moaned. "Yessss!"
Sam grinned at Mary, whose tongue swooped down with broad licking strokes. Each swinging lap of her oral digit wiped up the heavy drops of come mixed with Nita's juices. Mary savored the taste of the mingled elixirs.
Nita began to stir and writhe, her eyes still closed tightly, still under the delusion that it was Sam Roberts who was ministering to her hot cunt. There was something so wonderful about the touch. It was soft, gentle, yet very knowledgeable and demanding. She began to squirm and whimper with mounting passion and her pussy started to quiver again.
Sam used his hands to caress her tits, producing further moans of excitement from the newly-aroused girl.
Mary quivered all over, fighting the urge to turn around and press her own cunt into Nita's face. She knew that she could come without being touched under these circumstances, but she wanted more.
Nita's hips twitched and writhed as the woman's tongue circled with marvelous slowness, going around and around within the quivering folds of her cunt.
Sam motioned for Mary to halt her pussy licking for a moment. His wife frowned, but moved slowly back from Nita's hot pussy. Sam whispered to Nita.
"Do you like that, honey? Does it feel good?"
"Oh, yes, Sam, I love it!"
"Would you like to have some more?"
"Oh, yes, please! It feels so goooooood!"
"Having your pussy eaten always feels good, honey. Can you come this way?"
"Yes! Oh, yes! I'm about to come already. Don't make me wait any longer. Eat me! Make me come!"
Sam winked at his wife. "Mary, dear, you heard the lady. Eat her pussy until she comes good."
Mary needed no further urging. She was down on Nita instantly, burying her face eagerly in the girl's steaming crotch, relishing the taste of that pussy again.
Nita realized then what was happening, who was eating her pussy. She thought she should object. Her mind refused to grasp that concept and form the words. The fact that she didn't care who was eating her pussy powered through her brain. A tongue was a tongue, no matter what gender it was attached to! What did it matter as long as it gave her pleasure?
Mary ran her tongue feverishly up and down the wet pink slit between Nita's lovely thighs, sucking and swallowing the natural flow of Nita's pussy, drinking in the musky-tasting fluids. Her tongue laved deep into the fleshy cleft of woman-sex, eagerly lapping up the offerings. Then she wiggled the tip of her tongue against the protruding bud of Nita's clit, sending thrills of ecstasy through the tormented girl.
Nita was caught up in the passion, fired by the skilled tongue that was working in her slit. Her hips began to rock back and forth, driving her cunt into Mary's face, fucking the other woman's mouth with her hot pussy.
With a vicious upward thrust, Nita came like a thundering herd of buffalo, squealing and moaning and groaning with ecstasy as her body blasted into an orgasmic orbit. Her arms and legs jerked and flailed. Her body convulsed and trembled as she was shaken to the core by quake after quake of orgasmic delight.
Nita was lost for a while in the swirling eddies of ecstasy, oblivious to all else that was happening. Mary sucked voraciously at Nita's cunt and clit, intent on giving the girl an orgasm she would long remember.
At long last, Mary released Nita's cunt and moved away. Nita's mouth was dry from the hard breathing she had done. Her throat felt scratchy from all the yelling and screaming she'd done. She needed something soothing and wet. As though she had read Nita's mind, Mary appeared at her side with a fresh martini.
"I don't know if I should drink any more of these," Nita said, taking the glass before Mary could withdraw it. "Look what happened to me when I drank the others."
"Are you complaining?" Mary asked, chuckling sexily.
"No, I don't think so. This certainly isn't what I expected, though, when you asked me to come get acquainted with Sam."
"The unexpected can sometimes be more fun," Mary replied. "I like for Sam to surprise me once in a while. Like now."
"Who suggested this?"
"Well, I guess it was sort of a mutual agreement between Sam and me. Neither one of us actually voiced our desire. Did you like what happened?"
"Yeah. I must admit it surprised the hell out of me, but I did like it. Does this mean I can't work here any more?"
"Heavens no!" Mary exclaimed. "Why should it mean that."
"Well, because the boss shouldn't screw the help, I guess. What's that old saying about familiarity breeding contempt? Doesn't that apply?"
Sam asked, "Do you feel contempt for us?"
"Lordy, how could I?"
"So, there you are, then. That should answer your question," Mary said, grinning. "Like you, I could never feel contempt for someone who fucked me so well."
"Not to mention what you did to my pussy," Nita said shyly.
"Yes, that, too. I told you earlier that we're pretty informal. Playing sex games with someone who works for us presents no problem. Unless the worker decides she can get away with things, that is."