Chapter 5

After she made the suggestion, Darleen dropped her gaze demurely and blushed a rosy pink. After a moment she gazed up through her lowered lashes to see how Caroline had taken the suggestion. Caroline looked a bit bemused, but not at all shocked or disgusted or angry. And she was smiling slightly.

"Have you--ever--with a girl?" Caroline asked.

Darleen shook her head. "No. Never," she whispered. "But I've thought about it a lot--like when I told you, in school and-- and later, Caroline. I've thought about doing things with you."

The girl blushed more deeply at that confession.

Suspense seemed to surround them like a cloud--like a genie that had risen out of that gin bottle.

"If--if you don't--" Darleen stammered, discomforted by Caroline's failure to respond, wondering if she had made a terrible mistake by making such a suggestion, a mistake that would destroy their friendship and leave them uncomfortable together in the future.

It was true enough that Darleen had often wondered what it would be like to go to bed with her sexy blonde friend, and that she had frequently imagined it when she was giving herself a handjob, but she had never for a moment expected it to really take place. She never thought she would get up the nerve to admit that she wanted such a perverted affair. It was the gin, of course, compounding the fact that her husband was not giving her enough. But if Caroline were to turn her down now, Darleen thought she would just die.

But then Caroline put her out of her misery.

"I never have, either," she said. "But I wouldn't mind."

"Ooooh!" squealed Darleen.

She leaned across the table. Caroline was still holding her plump tit cupped in her hands and the tit drew Darleen like a magnet. She kissed the stiffened tip, then slurped it into her lips and began to suck greedily on the taut tip.

Caroline began to tremble.

She stroked Darleen's head as Darleen sucked on her nipple.

Darleen was purring and whimpering as she savored her first mouthful of tit--a thing she had long desired but never figured that she would ever get to enjoy. She nursed hungrily on the fat nugget. Caroline smiled with the pleasure of it. She was slightly amazed that this was happening. It had never dawned on her that Darleen might want to do these things. After all, they were both married women, both obviously heterosexual. It was hard to imagine why they should desire deviate pleasures, yet that desire was most definite.

"Let's go inside," Caroline whispered. "Let's go to bed."

"Yes! Oh, yes!"

They rose. They were both uncertain and shy, yet determined. Darleen slipped her hand into Caroline's timidly and Caroline squeezed it affectionately, encouragingly, conspiratorially. Then, hand in hand, they went into the house. Caroline led Darleen to the bedroom.

They stood apart as they undressed.

They looked at each other hungrily.

Their bodies were so perfectly contrasted that they complemented each other like two carnal components meant to fit together to form a whole. Caroline was all soft curves and Darleen was all angles and both were smooth and unblemished, shimmering with sexual heat. They moved together and kissed, standing beside the bed. Their lips brushed lovingly, then parted and they began to swap tongues in a passionate French kiss. Their arms were around each other and their tits were pressed together, the taut nipples rubbing against each other. Their bellies--one rounded, one flat--churned together. Darleen's lean thigh wedged in between Caroline's shapely legs. Caroline's hot, sodden pussy pulsed against that intruding thigh, the lips parting, plastering her cunt to Darleen's leg. They held the kiss and their hands ran up and down, stroking one another's flanks and haunches.

They moved to the bed.

Both horny housewives were wondering the same thing--which of them would do it first? But it was not a thought that worried either of them, for they were both equally eager. They sat on the edge of the bed and kissed again, cuddling flank to flank and feeling each other's tits.

Darleen slowly slid her hand down and cupped Caroline's crotch, rubbing and squeezing.

Caroline gave a little gasp of pleasure and her clit seemed to explode in the other girl's hand.

Caroline began to fingerfuck Darleen's pussy, and, locked together, they dropped back onto the bed. Belly to belly, kissing and fingerfucking each other, they churned and squirmed in ecstasy. They were panting into each other's open mouth, and their tongues flashed back and forth. Caroline felt Darleen's hot, nimble tongue slide into her mouth, and, as she sucked on it, she trembled with the knowledge that soon that slick tongue would be slurping on her smoldering cunt.

Although they had started making love for the first time, they were both still shy about it. Both were eager to move on to further pleasures, but neither felt ready to take the initiative. Caroline was getting so hot now that she was afraid she might come on Darleen's hand and that was not at all what she wanted.

Caroline said, "Darling, don't you want to suck my cunt now? Will you suck me off first?"

Darleen actually jerked, as if the words had struck her.

"Ummm--yes," she purred.

She began to slide down, still pressed to Caroline's body. She kissed Caroline's tits and ran her tongue up the cleavage between them, then moved on down to her stomach. Caroline arched her back, thrusting her belly out. Darleen kissed it and tongued her belly button. Then she was lower still, her face level with Caroline's groin. Caroline parted her thighs. Darleen gazed hungrily at the juicy pussy between those smooth legs, licking her lips in anticipation. She had never eaten out a pussy before, but she knew that it was going to be lovely. Anything that looked as tasty as Caroline's cunt just had to be delicious.

Reaching out, she gently spread Caroline's cuntlips apart with her fingers. Caroline moaned softly and her loins began to slowly pump in expectation. Darleen's tongue came out, fluttering. The girl's face was a mask of passion now, contorted by her lust. Her mouth was watering and her tongue was as hot as her clit.

"Ooooh, do it!" Caroline urged.

She was looking down, watching her friend's tongue slide back and forth across her lips, no more than an inch or two from contact. She pushed her cunt out closer.

Darleen began to tongue her cunt.

Her first slurp was tentative and she paused afterwards, as if to judge the flavor, as if she had just sampled some exotic and rare delicacy and wasn't sure that she liked it. Then she sighed with pleasure and, leaning in, buried her face between Caroline's thighs.

Using her tongue and her lips and her hands, all at the same time, Darleen began to eat out her first cunt with utter relish. Caroline was heaving and thrashing about with the joy of it, and Darleen seemed to be having every bit as much fun tongue-fucking as Caroline was having by being tongue-fucked.

Darleen was an enthusiastic cuntsucker.

Although she had never done it before and had no practice or experience, she had often thought about cuntsucking in all the juicy details, thought about just how she would do it if she ever got the chance, if a juicy pussy were ever presented to her tongue. She was truly enjoying herself as she wallowed in that creamy pussy, and what she lacked by having no previous training she more than made up for by her enthusiasm and attention to details.

She cupped Caroline's firm ass in her hands and worked her whole pretty face around in Caroline's groin, purring with pleasure and panting with passion. Her tongue wedged up the hole and levered at the clit. It licked lightly along the unfolded cuntlips, then stabbed in as far as possible. She parted her lips, fitting them to Caroline's cunt slot, and began a steady sucking. Cuntjuice poured over her fucking tongue and bubbled on her lips. Her mouth began to fill up with the precious stuff.

Caroline was starting to burn with the thrill.

She was amazed at how well Darleen sucked cunt. Did all women do it that well? Did they, having cunts of their own, know how to suck better than a man? Or was that dark thrill so great because this act was perverted and deviant and naughty? But the reasons didn't matter--only the feeling mattered, and that feeling was one of ecstasy.

Darleen was wallowing in her crotch like a playful porpoise in a heated pool. "Come," Darleen whimpered, the word muffled on Caroline's pussy, echoing up her cunt. "I want to make you come. Oh, cream for me, Caroline. I need your cuntjuice!"

Those words were as inspirational as the tongue that formed them, the lips that uttered them. To know that another woman wanted to suck her off was as thrilling as the sucking. Caroline began to wail, her body jerking like a broken puppet.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried.

Her cunt melted.

Gurgling with joy, Darleen sucked her to the heights and past the heights and kept on greedily sucking until Caroline stopped squirming and lay back, a contented smile on her face.

Darleen raised her head.

Her whole face was smeared with pussy nectar and there was a questioning expression in her eyes.

"Nice?" she asked.

"Darling, it was wonderful!"

"I'm glad. I've wanted to for so long. And it was even better than I thought it would be. Your pussy is so yummy, Caroline. I want to eat you out all the time!"

"What a lovely idea," said Caroline. "But now it's time for me to have a snack, myself."

"Oh! If you're sure you want to. I mean, you don't have to do it just because I did you."

"I want to," said Caroline. "I wanted to, anyhow but now that I saw how much you enjoyed eating cunt, I'm hungrier than ever!"

It was true. Caroline was drooling for a snack of cunt, her mouth as hot now as her cunt had been before. She moved down, and Darleen, trembling with wild anticipation, slid up so that their sleek, naked bodies were gliding together, belly and tit, as they changed positions.