Kim slicked out of her jeans and boots, and she was totally naked, totally desirable. My throat was full of a big gulp as she stood there, showing off her ivory-colored body and all its lissome availability. And then, I looked at Aunt Cheryl, and I could have sworn she had died and gone to heaven within the last couple of minutes. She stared at Kim and said, "You, too?" Kim smiled, nodded, started to amble toward the bed, walking like the cowgirl she was.
Her stride was slow and easy, her legs slightly bowed. Her nipples got harder with each step she took and so did Aunt Cheryl's. I looked down at my own tits, and they were doing pretty nicely too. I clutched my boobs, squeezed them, and watched Kim and Aunt Cheryl come together.
Aunt Cheryl stood up as Kim approached the bed. She was almost a foot taller than Kim. She had to look down at the delicate Oriental girl, but she was ready. I knew all about ready, and Aunt Cheryl was. God!
Kim put her hands on Aunt Cheryl's shoulders, then she lifted up on tiptoes and kissed my aunt on the mouth. It was a long kiss and, watching them from the window, I could almost feel it too, could almost feel myself a part of it, their wet ready lips glued to my own. I rubbed my mouth, licked my lips, cupped my tits and squeezed them hard. Aunt Cheryl had given me a nice friendly workout, but once you've raised a sex urge in your body, it's hard as hell to quench it. No matter how much you get, you want more. But I didn't move to join them, I just, stood watching, breathing harder as their kiss lingered and lasted. Aunt Cheryl's hands moved down Kim's smooth back, finally cupping the small but very firm buttocks, lifting the young girl, oozing tightly against her body.
They came apart, finally, both of them gasping a little. "I thought everyone in the valley knew everyone else's business," Kim said with a twinkle, "but I never even suspected that you shared some of my private delights." She was standing on her soles again, gently touching Aunt Cheryl's tits, rubbing until the nipples stood up. To be frank, it didn't take much rubbing. Aunt Cheryl hadn't turned off any more than I had. "Your tits are gorgeous," Kim said. "Is it all right to suck them?"
I laughed out loud. "Since when did you ask permission?" I wanted to know. Kim looked at me, her eyes inscrutable. And then she smiled, and I could read her mind as easily as if the front half of her skull had been sliced away. "Go ahead," I told her. "And while you're doing it, just think of all the time you've wasted. She's been here and ready, as long as you've been neighbors."
"Yes," Aunt Cheryl said in a voice little more than a whisper. "Yes, all the time." She cupped Kim's cheeks and turned the Vietnamese girl's face upward. "I used to watch you on your horse, so graceful, so beautiful, and it would make me ache because I wanted to do things to you, for you, but I was afraid, I didn't think you'd understand, I was scared of what might happen…"
"This is what would have happened," Kim replied softly. She cupped Aunt Cheryl's boobs, leaned over, and began to suck at the stiff brown nipples. From time to time she let her tongue glide around the edges of the areola, where the large brown circles formed on the white flesh of Aunt Cheryl's titty ends.
My aunt closed her eyes and her head leaned back, the long brown hair swishing on her shoulders and backbone and she said, "Ahhhhhhh…"
Kim's hand slid down into Aunt Cheryl's fuzzy beaver and she didn't waste a second, locating the puffy, prominent labes, working a finger into the cleft between them. Aunt Cheryl made a whooshing sound between pursed lips and her head shook. Kim's mouth was full of a sweet, straining nipple, and my new friend's cheeks were drawn in tightly as she sucked passionately. I saw her finger move jerkily in Aunt Cheryl's crotch, but I knew from personal experience that there was nothing jerky or awkward in what she was doing, that her finger was giving Aunt Cheryl's pussy twenty kinds of hell and forty kinds of delight. If I needed proof, I saw it in the way Aunt Cheryl pushed her titty into Kim's mouth, moaning, "suck me, eat me, love me, oh, God, do it all!"
"She can," I said softly, by the window. "And she will if you just give her half a chance."
I watched, and I wanted to join in, but I thought, no, Elizabeth, this time it's for them. You had your fun, and you showed Aunt Cheryl you could be as cool as she was, and now it's time for her to find out about Kim. Too many cocks spoil the broth, and this broth is simmering to perfection.
I thought about Aunt Cheryl and the story she'd told me. Well, okay. So she'd been hooked on a girl when she was young and impressionable. If I'd been pretty when I was a young teen, I might have been at least a closet bisexual long before now. Only my late blossoming had kept me on the straight and narrow as long as I'd been there. But the girl/girl stuff faded, and she found Uncle Bill, and everything was going fine until she got hooked all over again, on a woman who had no intention of being dyked, even by someone like Aunt Cheryl. Mmmm, I thought, recalling the hot, excited body that had wrestled with mine on the bed, that lady doctor must have had silt for brains!
But that wasn't all, of it. I could read Aunt Cheryl so much clearer; it seemed, than she could read herself. Because of the attraction she'd felt for that lady doctor, Karen-something, I think her name had been, because of what she felt were stirrings of the old lesbian emotions, she was having all kinds of doubts about her own sexual orientation. And Uncle Bill was paying at least half the price. Sure, Aunt Cheryl was troubled, but what was she doing to her husband in the process? How hard, honestly, had it been for me to get at his dick? Not very, though his dick came up hard as a brick and twice as pleasurable for me. He needed it, as much as I did, and we'd done a good job of satisfying each other's needs.
I suppose we could have gone an that way the whole time I was here with them, me and Uncle Bill fucking on the side whenever we got a chance. But it seemed so foolish, especially after Kim had raised the bisexual side of my consciousness. Like, I knew that I dug it with men! I liked a cock digging its way into my twat, fucking like mad, me writhing and straining in reply, both of us dying for the moment when our juices would mingle deep inside me. But it could be so delicious with a woman, too, soft body on soft body, tongues and fingers and gentle but sexy hands playing delightful tunes in all the places where a woman's being was full of music. And Aunt Cheryl was trying to put herself into an either/or bracket, you know? Either I fuck men or I fuck women. No in-between. I wasn't finished with her yet.
Neither, I noticed, was Kim. My young friend had Aunt Cheryl on the bed now, her head buried between my aunt's legs. Cheryl's knees were up, trapping Kim's head in a place Kim obviously had no intention of leaving soon, and she made the same kind of greedy slurping noises she'd made while sucking my pussy. Aunt Cheryl? She was moaning, of course, and I knew that Kim was doing it better than I had.
Why not? Kim had a lot more experience. Aunt Cheryl's was only the second cunt I'd ever eaten. How many did this make for Kim? I had no idea, but she had long since lost her lesbian cherry and the sounds that seeped from Aunt Cheryl's gasping mouth showed that Kim's loss of sexual innocence was exactly what the doctor had ordered in this case.
I walked a couple of steps closer, and I could smell the tart, cunty aroma of Aunt Cheryl. Kim's legs hung over the edge of the bed. I touched her firm, springy ass. Her legs separated a bit, and my finger slid into her crack, over the tight red bud of her asshole. How would she feel if I jabbed my finger up her anus while she was blowing Aunt Cheryl? I knew how I'd feel, but still, there was a lingering hesitancy. I'd had my chance with Aunt Cheryl, done a good job too, and now it was Kim's turn. Let them play out their hand, and then maybe I'd make it a threesome.