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Tricia rose to her knees, tense with excitement but more than a little hesitant, too. "Look at you," she told Kate. "You've got lipstick everywhere."

She turned and saw herself in one of the mirrors. She was lipstick-spotted as well. Holding her tits in cupping hands, she looked at the bold red smears that surrounded her stiffened nipples.

"You know where I want lipstick prints of yours," Kate smirked, stretching out and spreading her thighs. The mouth of her cunt winked open, glistening wet and horny. "Get on me," she added. "I know you've 69ed with Ken. The only thing different is that you're not gonna get a cock in your mouth this time."

It was much too late to be thinking about it. Tricia climbed atop her friend and settled down, just as she would have done if it were Ken beneath her.

From below, Kate began to stroke Tricia's asscheeks, her mouth already moving back into the dark-furred pussypatch. She kissed the gash, then licked it wetly, sandpaperishly, up and down, her hands plying Tricia's buttflesh.

"Well?" she called. "What are you waiting for?"

Tricia leaned forward, into the cunty-smelling crotch. Kate's pussy had a strong scent when it was aroused, a musky, slightly fishy flavor, and Tricia's lips were almost numb as she drew closer and closer.

She pressed her mouth against the pussy, wetting her lips in the juices that leaked from Kate's hole. Her hands came in, and she pushed delicately at the labes, opening them to show off the slippery-looking, scarlet-fleshed interior.

She had never seen a cunt at such close range before, and she stared a long moment at the pussymouth itself, the way it seemed to gulp and quiver and vibrate in anticipation of her tongue's caress. In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought, and she opened her mouth, tongue emerging to lap tentatively at Kate's crack.

Her eyes enlarged as she got her first taste of pussy. Not her first taste. She loved to lick her own juices off Ken's cock, his fingers, his lips after he'd finished eating her to orgasm. So of course she knew what pussy tasted like, even though at secondhand.

But it was something different to wiggle her tongue inside the oozing crack of another woman, to eat the funk of a strange cunt. She worked her tongue back and forth, coating it in Kate's fluids, savoring the hot cunty taste as it filled her nostrils, made her tonguetip quiver in excitement.

"Oh, yes, baby," she heard Kate whine, in between loving hungry sucks at Tricia's own snatch. Tricia wiggled her ass, smearing her wet cunt all over Kate's face, spreading herself wide to the forays of that thirsty tongue and mouth, and she bent forward, barrelling into Kate with an eagerness that she could no longer deny or rationalize.

She was furious in her attack now, splaying the cunt with her fingers until she felt Kate shiver and stretch beneath her. She worked her face into the opening -licking, kissing, sucking.

She seemed to know exactly what to do. That was the most delightful, most alarming part of it all. Once she started sucking cunt, she acted as if she'd been doing it all of her twenty-five years, as if she lived for nothing but the taste of pussy, the feel of a hard wiggly clit shivering beneath her lapping tongue!

And she seemed to know that it was time to suck hard at that tingly clit while she stuffed Kate's pussy full of her driving fingers. Yes! The moan of response told her she was doing it exactly right!

She forced her fingers deeper while her lips and teeth and tongue kissed and gnawed and licked hotly, demonically, at the stiffened pink button of Kate's aroused clitoris. It swelled like a tiny cock between Tricia's lips and she sucked it as ravenously as she'd ever fed on Ken's rampant, swollen prick.

All they'd done previously was just foreplay. _Now_ they were fucking! Tricia played it totally by ear and tongue, eating everything that got in her way, and she could feel -Christ, she could taste! -Kate's sudden rushing orgasm, filling her mouth with the honey of a hot, excited cunt.

She covered the upper end of the cunt with her mouth, still using her fingers in the hole, and she sucked harder, drawing yet another come out of Kate. She was going to die if she didn't climax herself, but as Kate continued to gobble her pussy, she knew she was going to come too.

Kate got a finger into Tricia's pussy, screwing it in and out. Tricia's eyes rolled over in their sockets when she felt her friend's tongue slither up to attack the bud of her virgin asshole.

Well, not 100% virgin. After all, Ken had done a little licking there this morning, and he'd come within an ace of sticking his big hard cock up the tender tiny hole. But for all that counted, Tricia's asshole was on its first outing.

Kate's tongue worked into the deep hollow, twisting and turning as it rimmed Tricia's rectum. Tricia squirmed and panted and moaned, so full of her own feelings she couldn't be bothered with anything as mundane as continuing to lick Kate's pussy.

She kept her fingers busy inside the hole, but she was off on her own trip now, moaning and writhing as she took a finger deep inside her snatch and a tongue created fires just inside the opening of her shitter.

"Oh, I'm comingggg..." she gasped, and it was true. Her pussy gushed juices and Kate drank them greedily, her mouth hurrying down to catch the flowing release from Tricia's cunt. She licked the quivery gash until a second come followed the first, and she pushed her tongue almost as deep into Tricia as she'd had her finger.

"Fuck me, fuck me," Tricia groaned, her body dripping sweat from every pore as she rocked and rolled atop Kate. She humped her cunt back into Kate's face, drowning her friend in the pussy gusher.

Even as the fires started to die down a little, Kate was changing her attack, intent on showing Tricia that this wasn't nearly all there was. She pinched the asscheeks nastily, making Tricia yelp in sudden pain, and then she pulled hard on the doughy mounds, spreading them wide and baring the rear opening to her full attention.

She licked up and in, and the rimjob she'd given Tricia earlier was only a shadow of what came now. She screwed her tongue into the anus, darting in and out like a hummingbird sucking pollen from a flower.

She puckered her lips and pressed a hot wet kiss onto the rectal mouth, and Tricia thought, one more place I'm gonna have lipstick prints ... All over my naughty asshole!

Her lips pulled away, and Tricia felt the prodding of a fingertip. "No," she said, "don't finger-fuck me back there too..."

But she could only close her eyes and whimper as the finger screwed its way into her asshole. The penetration was slow, almost gentle, but with an insistence that could not be denied.

Tricia stiffened, feeling her ass-ring respond to its violation. The muscles were tight, but they were too aroused by Kate's tongue not to be just a little curious too, and they relaxed slightly as the finger eased its way inside.

It feels like a suppository, only a lot longer, Tricia thought as the finger buried itself inside her butt. She found her anal muscles clenching of their own will, tightening around the intruder. It was as if she was trying to shit the finger out of her, but she realized after another moment that she didn't want it to come out! No!

"This is soooo filthy ... " she whispered, glowing internally.

"It's gonna get dirtier," Kate promised, jabbing her finger deep and hard until Tricia straightened out atop her, stiff as a board from head to toes, her body pulsating as the fingertip dug into the very pit of her.

Kate's mouth was all over Tricia's ass, biting, kissing, licking. Tricia glanced at one of the mirrors, saw that she did indeed have those telltale red lipstick prints spread across her squirming butt. Kate's mouth was like liquid fire upon her, and the finger kept on reaming her shitter with a driving, burning impetuosity.

Trish felt her friend's tits beneath her, the nipples throbbing with Kate's own arousal. She didn't feel so much like a pervert, knowing that Kate was also in heat. But Christ, this was too good to be perverted!

The finger continued to ream her. She was tight, but she was greasy inside, and she found herself growing more and more willing the longer she received the digital attack.

There was a kinky satisfaction to the feel of a foreign object jammed up her shithole that she had not at all expected. She still regarded the act as extremely dirty, but she couldn't deny that it was totally stimulating at the same time.

"Oh, oh, ohhhhh..." she groaned, rocking atop Kate, in complete surrender to the deviate act being performed upon her. She lifted her butt up and down, and now her muscles were pulling the finger in and pushing it back out in fucklike rhythmic gulps.

She felt Kate's limber tongue slither down to make a fresh raid upon the labes of her pussy but, oh, fuck, she didn't need any additional help right now! She was gonna come again! An anal orgasm? Holy Christ, could there even be such a thing?

Even as it began to pulsate through her, Tricia somehow knew that she wasn't really coming out her ass. The explosion was in her clit, her cunt, as always. But the worship of Kate's tongue, the stringent fucking of her horny finger, directed at Tricia's shithole, had caused it.

"Yessssssss!!!" she screamed, her anus clenching tight on the finger and her cunt drooling a fresh river of honeycum into Kate's hungry mouth. "Oh, yes ... yesyesssss!!!"


They were sharing the spacious tub, washing the lipstick and the cum from each other's bodies, trading kisses and tit-sucks and naughty caresses in special places. A half-drunk bottle of wine teetered on the rim of the tub, and the girls themselves were likewise close to half-drunk.

"Is this a private party?" a voice asked, and Tricia jerked back in surprise, a long trail of drool connecting her mouth to the lips she had just been sucking.

Roger, Kate's husband, slouched in the doorway, leaning against the frame, smiling as he watched the two women in the tub.

Tricia still regarded herself as pretty shy and demure, and it was embarrassing as hell to be caught naked by her friend's husband, especially with her face freshly smeared with lipstick and her big, pointy-nippled tits cuddled in Kate's possessive hands.

Kate, on the other hand, didn't seem at all fazed, and somehow Trish wasn't exactly surprised. "What are you doing home?" she asked. "I thought you worked for a living."

"I had to come out this way for an appointment," Roger said nonchalantly, stepping into the bathroom, "and I thought I'd stop by and knock off a quick one to get me through the rest of the day. But it looks like that's what you just finished doing." He sat down on the john. "So, Tricia," he added, "I didn't know you were into pussy."

Trish blushed scarlet. She couldn't think of anything to say. At least Roger wasn't outraged at what he'd found.

"Darling," Kate said, "we need to know something. Have you been filling Ken's head with ideas about nasties like asshole fucking? He seems to have had some distinctly anal urges recently that poor Trish didn't feel up to handling, and of course she had to come talk it over with Auntie Kate. I told her you're the prime suspect for planting the idea. True?"

Roger just smiled and shrugged, loosening his tie. "It's possible," he said. "Hell, I'm a salesman, and I'm good at it. I could sell central heating in hell. If I talked to Ken about the pleasures of fucking a tight juicy asshole, the odds are he probably stopped at the drugstore for a tube of K-Y on the way home. Yes, I think we did talk about it a time or two." He was reaching for his belt.

Tricia sat up in astonishment, the water splashing around her in the tub. Her tits floated atop the bubbly surface but she didn't even notice. She was watching Roger unzip his fly.

Kate rose out of the water and leaned over toward her husband. She reached into his undone pants and pulled his cock out into the light.

"Isn't it gorgeous?" she said, turning to Tricia. "Even soft, it's a champion. Soft???" she went on, her voice raising half an octave. "You're in the nude, glowing presence of the two ripest pieces you could ever want to knock off, and you've got a soft-on? Roger Parker, do you have an explanation for yourself???"

She was right on most counts. His cock was a champion. It was also soft, but even soft, it was almost eight inches long. God, Tricia thought, that dick belongs on a horse, not a man! What must it look like when it got hard? And had Kate actually managed to take that prick up her own asshole, as she'd claimed? Oh, shit! I don't believe it!

Kate's hand moved up and down, sliding the outer shell of flesh around the central core of Roger's prick. She kept looking back at Trish, to make sure she was still watching.

Jesus, there was no way she could have looked away from this! She'd been completely and utterly faithful to Ken from the moment they got serious about each other, but today, all bets were temporarily off. Trish had never expected to be in a situation like this, watching Kate jerk off Roger's tool, and she had not the slightest idea what might happen next, under the circumstances.

Roger stood up, his prick beginning to fill out, to lengthen and take shape. Tricia's eyes bulged in tempo with the bloating of his cock. It was jutting from his unzipped pants now, a little longer than it had been but not appreciably thicker. But it was rock hard, and there was an arch to its shape which made the big bulbous knob tilt upward like a society matron's nose.

Kate winked at Tricia. "Some hot dick, mmm, baby?" she smirked, her hand stroking it possessively. She took the bottle of wine from the rim of the tub and held it above Roger's prick.

Pouring some of the wine onto him, she began immediately to lick up and down the length of his cock, lapping the purple-red fluid almost as fast as it dribbled from the bottle's neck. She smacked her lips as she licked him.

"Well, I'm not queer," Kate said at last, as if she felt she needed to give Tricia an explanation. "I mean, I like pussy, but I _love_ cock ... "

And, sliding the tip of Roger's cock between her lips, she proceeded to demonstrate just how much she loved the prick.

Tricia had never seen anyone else suck a cock, and she watched with a sudden fascination that went far beyond the weird situation into which she had fallen. She stared at Kate as the woman nursed and licked the end of Roger's tool, easing it in and out of the moist warm grip of her lips. Tricia had felt those lips around her tits, her clitoris, even on her asshole, and she knew fucking well how warm and moist they could be!

Kate sucked slowly, with a calm, almost studied precision. Not only did she take him into her mouth for some shallow, wet slurps. She also moved her lips, once they were dripping with drool, up and down the exposed length of Roger's cock. Jesus, was the thing getting even longer?

Smacking her lips, pointing at him with her pink wet tongue, she took the dick into her mouth again, and this time she sucked him a little deeper, a little more aggressively. Her cheeks hollowed in and she held the base of the long stiff prick in her hands, just feeding it in.

She hummed softly as she suckled him, and Tricia watched in total absorption, noting that with each extra gulp, just a trifle more of Roger eased into Kate's mouth. Trish gulped too, almost able to feel the long stiff ramrod pushing into her own orality.

So concentrated on Kate and Roger was her attention that she was unaware she was holding her tits, pinching softly at the nipples, caressing her flesh the same way she had when she opened her legs to the attack of Kate's lips and tongue. Emotions began to throb inside her tits, and she sighed like a dove.

Kate kept on eating her husband's dick, taking him deeply and passionately. The head slipped out of her mouth, sloppy with her drool, a big wad of it still dangling from her tongue. She slurped it onto him and got him wetter still, bathing his cock like a mother cat tending its kitten.

Roger's hands were on her head, guiding her, but she didn't need any instruction. She had the whole thing well in hand, and she would soon have it well in mouth, too.

Something touched Tricia's face. She looked up, surprised. It was Roger's hand. His fingers stroked her forehead, moved through her lightly-dyed blonde hair. His knuckles scraped lightly across her cheek. She stared up at his face and she knew what he wanted.

"Oh, I couldn't..." she demurred, but she had done enough and seen enough to suspect that she really could, if she was of a mind to.

He took her hand and she stood up, water running down her body. While his wife continued to fellate his long hard prick, Roger leaned toward Tricia. His hand slid down into the small of her back, onto the curve of her ass. She leaned in his direction and his mouth crushed hers. He took a possessive grip on her asscheeks. She stepped out of the tub with one leg so she could get closer.

His tongue was in her mouth. His breath was hot, slightly flavored of onions, oozing into her mouth. She liked the taste of onions on a man's breath, on his tongue. She sucked warmly at his tongue, pushing her hard-nippled tits against him so he could feel how excited she was, too.

His hand was all over her ass, and she ground her tits into his chest, squirming and purring and murmuring softly as the eagerness grew to uncontrollable levels within her. She'd never done anything like this before, but she could not stop herself, not now.

She opened his shirt, let her tits caress his bare chest. He had more hair than Ken. She wasn't used to the feel but she was pretty sure she liked it, and she giggled as the body fur tickled her nipples almost to distraction.

Kissing him, rubbing his body with her own, she could hear Kate, sucking with gaspy pants and moans. Her hand moved downward, and she let her fingers walk lightly along the stiff length of his cock. Ooooh, the flesh was burning with lust! Or was it just her own heat she was feeling?

She leaned back, and he stooped to take her tit-nipples in his mouth. Mmmm, he liked a tit almost as much as his wife loved cock! She fed him her dry but suckable boobs, and he kept on fondling her ass, her upper thigh. His hand came around and cupped her bath-wet pussy, holding the mound in a frank, admiring grip.

"That's some ripe pussy, Trish," she heard and felt him whisper into her mouth. "What do you say about letting me fuck it?"