Lifting her feet from the floor Carol pulled her legs back, bringing her knees up to her heaving bosom. In this position her thighs spread wider, and her buttocks were pulled up, exposing the tiny hot ring of her anus.
Reaching down past her pussy-plundering right hand, she shoved her saliva-dripping finger straight up into her butthole.
"Ooh! Shit, yes!" she grunted in pleasure as her finger stretched open the tight sphincter muscle and popped deep into the hot, humid depths of her butt. "Yessss…"
The lewd housewife forced her finger deeper and deeper into her tightly clenching rectum, until finally the palm of her hand was pressed into her soft buttocks. The lusty woman began to undulate her hips in small circular motions, rocking her pelvis back and forth between both hands, and screwing almost savagely into both pussy and butt with her fingers.
"Ahh!! Ohhhhhh!!!" She moaned and sobbed, biting at her pouting lower lip as her depraved pleasure built and built. And then, suddenly, wonderfully, she hit the crest!
A tidal wave of orgasmic flame bust from her trembling belly, and she felt the muscles deep in her cunt bear down on her reaming fingers. Her oozing juices spurted out around the tight fit of her pussy lips and hand, drooling down between her legs to help coat the long finger still pistoning in and out of her butt.
The rich, sensual aroma of hot pussy flesh wafted up to her nostrils and she breathed it in deeply, moaning and sighing in ecstatic joy as she paid off her hot sex to her own hands.
Carol kept both hands working frantically, almost twin blurs at her groin, the bathroom echoing with her gradually quieting sobs and grunts.
Finally she reached the end of her burning climax, began to coast back down to her more normal state, a holding pattern until her next climax could be coaxed along. She felt momentarily exhausted as she he back panting by the door.
But only momentarily!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
5:30 p.m…
Ken had called not long after Carol had finished her shower-actually, her second shower, as she'd gotten so sticky and sweaty from her frenzied finger-fuck that she'd had to get cleaned up all over again!
The bad news from Ken was that he was going to have to work late at his office that evening. The good news was that, when he mentioned how he planned to just call-out for something to eat at work, it made Carol think of a thrill she hadn't tasted herself in a while, and she figured that was a clear sign that tonight was the night!
So, as soon as she had given Ken her love and hung up, she raised the receive again to call for a pizza delivery for her own dinner. But it wasn't the pizza she was really interested in. When she placed her order she asked specifically that they send it by one particular delivery worker-a hot, young little lovely that Carol had come to depend on to deliver goodies even more luscious than a pizza- Christine Hollis.
Christine was quite young, only eighteen, and still in high school. The girl was exceptionally beautiful with long, flowing brunette hair, and a face that could easily grace the cover of any beauty magazine. Christine had a lithe, limber young body, well trimmed but also capped with two tasty titty-globes, with all the firm, up-thrusting energy of youth.
And Christine was also as gay as she could be. Not a bisexual, two-way swinger like Carol, or Eileen. The teenager seemed to have no use at all for men, and a hot and eager hunger for female-love. At first Carol had tried the same approach with Christine that she'd used on the top-heavy Marilyn. She had introduced the girl to the joys of deep cunt-fucking by way of her dildo collection, then tried to get Christine to take the next step of riding a real man's cock. But things had hit a brick wall there, as Christine had adamantly refused.
Carol and Ken had done their best, but no amount of coaxing on their part could get Christine to open her young thighs to Ken's massive cock. Carol had balled Ken six ways from Sunday in front of the girl to show her how wonderful it was, but Christine refused to budge.
However, from that potentially awkward situation had developed one of the swinging couple's more interesting partnerships. For, although the pretty teenager wouldn't let Ken fuck her, she actually liked him very much, and so the three quickly found many other ways to enjoy their sexual groupings. These usually revolved around Christine feasting on Carol's juicy quim while the older woman sucked her husband off, or else Carol got in the middle, going down on Christine while Ken worked her other end.
Of all the variations, though, the hot little lesbian's favorite sex game was to have Carol strap on her biggest dildo and ream out the girl's pussy, while Ken screwed Carol's puckering butthole. Christine loved the way the force of Ken's strokes into his wife's greasy ass seemed to magnify the woman's own fucking motions into Christine's creaming slot.
Christine herself really couldn't explain how she could take a dildo in her pussy, but refused a man's cock. But whatever the reason, she certainly had developed a fierce love of having her tender young cunt filled with plastic prick.
So Carol, clad only in a gauzy nightgown, had her tools all ready in the bedroom when the doorbell rang. She hardly had the front door halfway open before Christine was rushing in, throwing herself into the older woman's arms.
"Carol! I thought you'd never call!" she giggled, pressing her entire body tightly into the housewife's lush figure, and lifting her shining face up to Carol's. The horny woman gathered the young gay girl into her arms and brought their soft mouths together for a tongue sharing, soul satisfying kiss. The girl tasted hot and sweet, and she melted like chocolate into Carol's arms. Then, after a long moment had passed and they broke their Sapphic kiss, Christine's brown eyes were bright with pent up, lascivious lust.
"Oh, Carol," she sighed, hugging tight and pressing as much of her body as she could to the older woman's thinly clad figure. "I've missed you so much-and Jean's been such a bitch! She hasn't so much as touched me in over a week!
"There, there, my sweet little girl," Carol cooed, rubbing her hands up and down the girl's back, already working her t-shirt out of her tight jeans. "I'll take care of you!"
Carol knew that Jean Spears was Christine's roommate, and number one interest. Jean was a student at the local college, and Christine had been able to convince her parents to let her move out of home during her last year of high school, rather than waiting for when she actually entered college. She gained her freedom from the parental eye a bit earlier than most girls, and had taken the full advantage of it.
To Mr. and Mrs. Hollis, Jean was a level-headed, no nonsense kind of girl. Just the influence they felt would still protect their "little darling" from a cold, cruel world. But just as they hadn't the slightest hint of their daughter's lesbian tastes, so they also didn't know that Jean was a bull-dyke, through and through.
In the twilight world of gay sex, Christine and Jean both fit into perfectly defined roles, making their living together almost as natural as if they were man and woman. Christine was the femme. Soft and yielding, she played the passive role in most of their sex games. Jean was the butch, the aggressor in their games, slipping into the dominant roles.
After having made love to the beautiful teenager, Carol knew that Christine was indeed all-woman in her reactions-except, somehow, it seemed she could only have those reactions with another woman.
Draping an arm over the young girl's shoulders, Carol led her down the hall to the bedroom. The pizza box lay forgotten on the living room floor. Both women were hungry, but not for what came in cardboard boxes.
"Come on, my fragile doll," Carol said, kissing the girl on the top of her head. "I've got just what you need to make you feel better."